Well your on air so decided to post this: Rank 5 is not exactly rank and File but close. Rank 5 is fifth in the command chain.CS:
Appearance:
Name:
"You can call me Rafa."
Age:
"I'm still young."
(16)
Race:
"I'm something between an human and an demon..."
(Half-Demon)
Guild:
"I live to kill and protect"
(Venoumous Weavers)
Guild position:
"I'm just an normal assassin"
(Pawn 5)
Class:
Curse:(Each Slayer bears one given by a god in their dieing breath, It acts as the Achilles heel to them. can include exact quote but must have effects)
Personality:
Attack abilities:(essentially they're weapons, ability at hand to hand and magic types they can use.)
History:(How they ended up a slayer)
W.I.P.
Can always make one up. I'm planning to do so for the ones in the RP :)
Uhh..Where's the Aegir?
Name:
"It's Azalea or just Lea, call me whichever you want, I don't mind!"
[Azalea Crane]
Age:
"Hehe, I just turned eighteen!"
Race:
"Just an ordinary human being, nothing special."
Guild:
"I'm proud to be part of the Venomous Weavers."
Guild position:
"Eh, nothing special."
[Second in Command/Spider Princess]
Class:
"Well, I killed a sun god soooo that'd make my class moon, yeah? No? Meh, I never cared about proper titles anyway."
Curse:
"The sun shall be your curse and the light touches your skin will be like poison! Or something like that, it's nothing too bad."
Azalea's curse from the sun god, Huitzilopochtli, was to have a weakness against sunlight or intense heat. It doesn't kill her, at least not immediately. It's like a slow acting poison. The longer she stays in the sunlight, the weaker she becomes. Although she recovers at night or in a shaded area. Her eyes are usually the main indicator of how much the sun has gotten to her, depending on how light the color of her dark eyes become.
Appearance:
Azalea has a petite figure with her slender physique and height of 5'5. She has layered black hair that reaches past her shoulders and eyes of the same color. Her usual outfit consists of a sleeveless aqua colored shirt and dark jeans where she wore a similarly colored belt that had a pair of sheathed daggers and a few throwing knives, both laced with poison. There's never a time when she isn't wearing a black hoodie to combat sunlight and slow down the curse's effect. She wears a pair of black combat boots where she hides a hidden knife within her left boot. She bring a small brown bag where she places necessities like food and a book to read when she's bored. Her other belongings such as bandages, antidotes, and money, she keeps in her pockets. The emblem of her guild is tattooed on her left shoulder although it's rarely seen due to her hoodie.
Personality:
Cheerful, childish and playful would be words to best describe Azalea. She's a friendly fellow who seems to welcome everyone with her kind and happy smile. Many take her to be naive and gullible, and often try to take advantage of her. What they don't realize is that it's the other way around. Behind her smile is an intelligent and cunning person who uses the information she knows as well as her nonthreatening appearance to bring things to her favor. She may be kind but one should not think that she has no dark side. She could be quite terrifying when annoyed although the scariest part would most likely be the fact that it's impossible to decipher her thoughts, motives and emotions. Despite the common thought that she's a confident person, she isn't really. She may seem like it but she has a low self esteem, she just often tries her best to hide it with her usual talkative self.
Attack abilities:
(essentially they're weapons, ability at hand to hand and magic types they can use.)
Azalea is an excellent healer, having been trained with medicinal herbs ever since she was a child. Although if she could heal someone with herbs, she could do the opposite as well. She specializes in using poison and often laces her weapons with it or infuses it with a smoke bomb with side effects. Her skills are average when it comes to the sword but she's an expert with daggers. Her keen eyesight allows her to be able to use throwing knives to hit her target accurately. When it comes to a battle of strength, she's at a disadvantage but often makes use of stealth, speed and quick reflexes to take down a stronger opponent.
History:
Ever since Azalea was a child, the only thing she's known is her tribe. Her present and future would be in the tribe. Ever since she was young, she was taught how to be an excellent healer and know about the vast amount of herbs she would need. But it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to learn how to fight like the warriors in her tribe but no one wanted to teach her because she was a girl. She tried to learn by herself, practicing at night and observing the training warriors during the day. She was actually quite intelligent and managed well on her own but she wanted to be better. So, with persistence, she managed to convince a warrior named Ivan who had been three years older than her. They became inseparable by the time she became thirteen in the three years they knew one another.
Similar to the Aztec's civilization, her tribe worshiped the sun god Huitzilopochtli and in turn, did a ritual of human sacrifice. She always wondered what use the sacrifice was but whenever she would ask, the elder's replies would be to merely gain the god's favor and prevent disasters. "I was even punished for questioning the supposedly oh so amazing god. The elder was such a meanie." She noticed is that disasters still strike even when they sacrifice someone yet everyone continues to place their full fate on the god who was merely playing them for fools and watching the sacrifices with amusement. "That god was a jerk, demanding sacrifices only because of how amusing it was to watch mortals being foolish..." She kept silent knowing the tribe would merely brand her words as heresy and punish her.
Until it was her best friend who was to be sacrificed at the end of the year. She tried to tell her tribe but they didn't believe her so she came with a plan. The plan was that she would pretend to be Ivan. It wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for their difference in height. After all, they had the same eye color and hair, all she had to do was cut hers. She solved the drawback easily with a bit of research into books, she found the proper ingredients and drugged those who would be at the ritual so they wouldn't notice the difference nor be able to stop her when the time came. With a hidden dagger laced with a powerful poison, enough to kill a god, she proceeded with her plan. When the god went near the stone where she laid, she brought out the dagger and stabbed the divine's heart. It took a few seconds before he died, giving enough time for her to be cursed and best friend who helped, to, well, be killed as the god's revenge. "Practically, everything I worked for became useless."
She fled her tribe knowing she would be killed for doing such a thing and went to navigate the rest of the unknown world. Her only goal now is to prevent any more unneeded sacrifices brought about by gods. "Because honestly, I don't know what else to do."
[Sorry for the delay >< Anyway, I was unsure about a lot of things and I didn't exactly reread anymore so if I need to change anything then just tell me. Actually, I have another history in mind so if the history I have now seems a bit overpowered or senseless or messy then I can change it ^^]
Accepted.
Name:
"It's Azalea or just Lea, call me whichever you want, I don't mind!"
[Azalea Crane]
Age:
"Hehe, I just turned eighteen!"
Race:
"Just an ordinary human being, nothing special."
Guild:
"I'm proud to be part of the Venomous Weavers."
Guild position:
"Eh, nothing special."
[Second in Command/Spider Princess]
Class:
"Well, I killed a sun god soooo that'd make my class moon, yeah? No? Meh, I never cared about proper titles anyway."
Curse:
"The sun shall be your curse and the light touches your skin will be like poison! Or something like that, it's nothing too bad."
Azalea's curse from the sun god, Huitzilopochtli, was to have a weakness against sunlight or intense heat. It doesn't kill her, at least not immediately. It's like a slow acting poison. The longer she stays in the sunlight, the weaker she becomes. Although she recovers at night or in a shaded area. Her eyes are usually the main indicator of how much the sun has gotten to her, depending on how light the color of her dark eyes become.
Appearance:
Azalea has a petite figure with her slender physique and height of 5'5. She has layered black hair that reaches past her shoulders and eyes of the same color. Her usual outfit consists of a sleeveless aqua colored shirt and dark jeans where she wore a similarly colored belt that had a pair of sheathed daggers and a few throwing knives, both laced with poison. There's never a time when she isn't wearing a black hoodie to combat sunlight and slow down the curse's effect. She wears a pair of black combat boots where she hides a hidden knife within her left boot. She bring a small brown bag where she places necessities like food and a book to read when she's bored. Her other belongings such as bandages, antidotes, and money, she keeps in her pockets. The emblem of her guild is tattooed on her left shoulder although it's rarely seen due to her hoodie.
Personality:
Cheerful, childish and playful would be words to best describe Azalea. She's a friendly fellow who seems to welcome everyone with her kind and happy smile. Many take her to be naive and gullible, and often try to take advantage of her. What they don't realize is that it's the other way around. Behind her smile is an intelligent and cunning person who uses the information she knows as well as her nonthreatening appearance to bring things to her favor. She may be kind but one should not think that she has no dark side. She could be quite terrifying when annoyed although the scariest part would most likely be the fact that it's impossible to decipher her thoughts, motives and emotions. Despite the common thought that she's a confident person, she isn't really. She may seem like it but she has a low self esteem, she just often tries her best to hide it with her usual talkative self.
Attack abilities:
(essentially they're weapons, ability at hand to hand and magic types they can use.)
Azalea is an excellent healer, having been trained with medicinal herbs ever since she was a child. Although if she could heal someone with herbs, she could do the opposite as well. She specializes in using poison and often laces her weapons with it or infuses it with a smoke bomb with side effects. "The poison that I use is called Aegir, pretty cool sounding, huh?" Her skills are average when it comes to the sword but she's an expert with daggers. Her keen eyesight allows her to be able to use throwing knives to hit her target accurately. When it comes to a battle of strength, she's at a disadvantage but often makes use of stealth, speed and quick reflexes to take down a stronger opponent.
History:
Ever since Azalea was a child, the only thing she's known is her tribe. Her present and future would be in the tribe. Ever since she was young, she was taught how to be an excellent healer and know about the vast amount of herbs she would need. But it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to learn how to fight like the warriors in her tribe but no one wanted to teach her because she was a girl. She tried to learn by herself, practicing at night and observing the training warriors during the day. She was actually quite intelligent and managed well on her own but she wanted to be better. So, with persistence, she managed to convince a warrior named Ivan who had been three years older than her. They became inseparable by the time she became thirteen in the three years they knew one another.
Similar to the Aztec's civilization, her tribe worshiped the sun god Huitzilopochtli and in turn, did a ritual of human sacrifice. She always wondered what use the sacrifice was but whenever she would ask, the elder's replies would be to merely gain the god's favor and prevent disasters. "I was even punished for questioning the supposedly oh so amazing god. The elder was such a meanie." She noticed is that disasters still strike even when they sacrifice someone yet everyone continues to place their full fate on the god who was merely playing them for fools and watching the sacrifices with amusement. "That god was a jerk, demanding sacrifices only because of how amusing it was to watch mortals being foolish..." She kept silent knowing the tribe would merely brand her words as heresy and punish her.
Until it was her best friend who was to be sacrificed at the end of the year. She tried to tell her tribe but they didn't believe her so she came with a plan. The plan was that she would pretend to be Ivan. It wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for their difference in height. After all, they had the same eye color and hair, all she had to do was cut hers. She solved the drawback easily with a bit of research into books, she found the proper ingredients and drugged those who would be at the ritual so they wouldn't notice the difference nor be able to stop her when the time came. With a hidden dagger laced with a powerful poison called Aegir, made from the ingredients she found in an ancient book that spoke of how to kill a god, she proceeded with her plan. When the god went near the stone where she laid, she brought out the dagger and stabbed the divine's heart. It took a few seconds before he died, giving enough time for her to be cursed and best friend who helped, to, well, be killed as the god's revenge. "Practically, everything I worked for became useless."
She fled her tribe knowing she would be killed for doing such a thing and went to navigate the rest of the unknown world. Her only goal now is to prevent any more unneeded sacrifices brought about by gods. "Because honestly, I don't know what else to do."
[Sorry for the delay >< Anyway, I was unsure about a lot of things and I didn't exactly reread anymore so if I need to change anything then just tell me. Actually, I have another history in mind so if the history I have now seems a bit overpowered or senseless or messy then I can change it ^^]
Not too shabby. accepted.CS:
Appearance:
Name:
"You can call me Rafa."
Age:
"I'm still young."
(16)
Race:
"I'm something between an human and an demon..."
(Half-Demon)
Guild:
"I live to kill and protect"
(Venoumous Weavers)
Guild position:
"I'm just an normal assassin"
(Pawn)
Class:
''Killing an Light god wasn't easy."
(Dark class)
Curse:
"Any kind of light can almost kill me..."
(After defeating the Light god Meri, his whole skin was cursed making it sensitive to daylight and any artificial light that exist.)
Personality:
-Loyal
-Friendly
-Courageous
-Calm
Attack abilities:
-Sink Into Shadows: He had this power since he was born, he can sink into any shadow to not have any damage of the light but he can only use it on places that have very low light like alleyways
-Poisonous Touch: Every weapon he touches got coated in poison because of a little rune in the shape of his guild's Emblem, that is on the palm of his right hand, in hand to hand combat it's useless.
-Heavy-Sword Adept: The training that he made to kill the Light god make his skill with any heavy-sword almost perfect and his skill with any other weapon drop low.
History:
Since he was born, his village worshiped the Dark and Light gods making animal sacrifices to them. One day, The Light god named Meri, tired of not having human blood flowing for his entertainment, commanded the village to make human sacrifices without the Dark god's permission. In that same day, the Dark god named Remi was entertaining himself with the sacrifice the villagers made for him but something was wrong, the villagers were becoming afraid of his appearance on the human plane, trying to find the reason for that, Remi found what Meri did and the brothers started fighting to approve those sacrifices. Losing the battle, Remi died in an futile attempt to save his followers from his brother, since that day Meri ordered five humans as sacrifice per week or the villagers would suffer the consequences but they suffered even with the sacrifices. Without Remi, Meri couldn't control the dark of the night and because of that the daylight got stronger as the days passed since the day the crops and the water of his village disappeared, the villagers angry but weak by Meri's actions sent an young warrior to train in the unknown lands of the south. After years of hard training, the young man, with an strange power got back on his village, the heat of the day had burned the whole village, the rest of the villagers that were alive become dust in seconds as he tried to help them. With the armor and the sword his parents made for him, he called Meri to an fight for saving his now deserted village, agreeing to an fight and thinking he would destroy the human, he used half his power but doing that, he died with an sword right on the middle of his chest, before his death, he cursed the young man and the rest of the villagers. When Meri died, the burning sun up above the young man's head dropped and the night rain came cooling everything that now was dead, without an proper place to stay, he found some warriors in his journey with the same fate of losing almost everything in his life and entered on an guild to not let the gods like Meri destroy everything that the humans made so far.
DONE, ACCEPTED?
