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The world had ended for unknown reason several thousand years ago. The only things left behind form after the fall are some aspects of futuristic technology, and dozens of large, humanoid creatures wearing multi-colored armor-like suits. The people of this new Earth are high superstitious regarding the 'aliens,' and call them 'Olde Gods,' sometimes even worshiping them, fearing that one day they would wake up and reclaim Earth, killing humans again.
Humanity has resettled coastal areas and spawned villages with what little supplies they could scavenge. Development completely halted, humans return to a medieval-era style of living.
Where this RP takes place, there are three countries in the middle of a big chunk of Europe.
Morsa: A barbaric land of desserts and swamps. It is the most south of all the counties. People from Morsa usually have tan skin, and are known traders. This land is treated with some minor suspicion, because of a Morsian assassin that had killed the kings of Amoria and Casiel in an effort to end the war between the two nations (only making everything worse).
Amoria: They consider themselves the most 'civilized' and 'diplomatic' of the countries. Amoria is full of forests and grassy hills, and greatly resembles the Shire from Lord of the Rings. They are at war with the Kingdom of Casiel.
Castiel: Named after their first King and founder.
They consider themselves the most 'civilized' and 'diplomatic' of the countries, just like Amoria. This is the most northward country, and suffers cold weather and a difficult landscape. Amorians are treated with great suspicion in Castiel.
Our tale takes place in The Kingdom of Castiel. - Big posts would be cool I guess? :3
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Cassius Albanus
Age: 19
Appearance: Cassius has bright, blue eyes, and blonde hair that's cut straight, and reaches just barely past his chin. His bangs are light enough the you can just barely see his forehead through gaps in the strands. Cassius wears a heavy travel cloak bunched around his neck, and fancy black armor.
On his back is a massive great sword made of a black metal- when unsheathed, it vibrates at a rate so rapid that it causes particles to tear apart from each other as it cuts through things, and has a self-contained unknown energy source that never expires. He also wears a a compound bow and a quiver of many arrows, some of which (kept separate from the others with a special divider) are explosive.
History: Cassius was born under the sign of the Warrior- a rare privilege that, according to tradition, meant that he had to be taken to the Whitesteel Elite and trained to become an Elite Guardsman. Since the age of 7, Cassius had a weapon in hand, and over time, he became one of the Inner Circle of Elites- a very powerful person with great skill in combat.
After his mentor Albanus died, Cassius took his name as a last name so that it would not be forgotten.
It's important to notice that it is highly atypical for Elites to have last names, as all familial ties are severed when they begin training.
Personality: As a child, Cassius was a bold and outspoken individual. He always had the strength to play and fool around, and much to the annoyance of his mentor Albanus, Cassius had enough natural talent to make him very proud, and fairly over-confident in his strength.
Despite this behavior, Cassius was a child that was always very eager to help others. He was an introverted boy, and was often found sitting alone, reading books in the garden behind his family's villa.
To an extent, he has carried some these traits with him into adulthood. Cassius is rather childish, only because he hates feeling negative emotions. He's simply to sensitive to handle them, so he chooses to ignore them. Cassius would never admit this.
Others:
- He plays the flute.
- He's afraid of fire.
- He likes heights.
- He loves flowers.
Farah Montague
Age: 18
Appearance:
Farah has dark brown hair that flows down to her mid-back with electric blue colored eyes. She lets her bangs grow to hide a very prominent scar on her forehead, especially to keep people from seeing it and asking her questions that she doesn't wish to answer. She has fair colored skin and her stature is of average height.
History: The Montague family had been known to be of noble decent. Their villa was of big size and decorated very nicely, clearly emitting that feeling of wealth and high status.
One night when Farah was fifteen, armed men had broken into the villa, taking several prized possessions of the family. Despite them being only their to rob certain items, they ended up with an unwanted confrontation and Farah happened to be apart of it. Long story short, they abducted her and set the villa on fire while they made their escape. After that, she had spent several months being tortured and beaten.
One day they had finally decided to leave her for dead when they disposed of her at the side of the road near a river. She was more dead than alive when the tavern owner found her. Since then, he had helped nurse her back to health.
Personality: Farah was a very outgoing person, who loved to socialize with people. Many considered her to be a friendly and caring person. When she was kidnapped, her whole personality made a complete change. She became more reserved and it became hard for her to trust people. She gives the cold shoulder to basically everyone she meets, the only individuals who were allowed to see her soft side were people she really cares about and loves.
Others:
-Has a scar that starts from her hairline and travels diagonally across her forehead to end above her left eyebrow.
-Can be Spanish (Is this okay?)
-Has a plan for revenge against her kidnappers
Upon recognizing who Cassius was, the tavern owner clutched the blonde's travel cloak and cried out, "Oh, Whitesteel Guard, please hear me! My name is Barrius, and my ward, Farah, has... She's..."
Cassius smiled at him warmly, despite feeling the cold rain dripping down his face, and extended his arms to gently touch the man's shoulders. This seemed to calm the stranger. Cassius's eyes were the only two pools of water beside the path and the flowers that remained steady and calm during the downpour.
"I am listening, friend."
"My ward- I am terribly worried for her safety, sir! She's gone off again, clad in armor, to live in the forest alone. Sir, I would like to hire you to keep her safe- for she means to seek a terrible revenge!" The man trembled under Cassius's hands, and the blonde shifted to stand beside the man. Buisness dalings were not to be done without coin and quill, and paper on hand. "Let us go somewhere else. Somewhere warmer. I will gladly hear you once we are out of this rain." He placed a hand on the man's back, encouraging him to walk forward.
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And that was how Cassius ended up at the edge of the Blackwoods, pocket heavy with 2,000 gold coins, aiming himself towards where he knew the Grove would be, for there was where his job sat crouched beneath a patch-work tent, bitterly scheming.
The rain let up slightly, and the flowers crowding the edge of the woods could finally expel their sweet breath into the air, much to Cassius's delight. Birch trees peeked brightly between dark pines, and birdsong echoed among their branches. Why was such a lovely place called 'Blackwoods,' he wondered, taking a step forward.
Farah had suffered a terrible fate. But what was worse was her penchant for revenge, despite not her not knowing who was responsible for the terrible things that had befallen her.
Cassius could understand her need, though. He too would want revenge if it were possible at all for him to be bested by his enemies.[/fieldbox]
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