Legends of Lunare (Fantasy RP)

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  1. Just checking to see if anyone is interested in a high fantasy RP I've written. A friend of mine will be helping me run it, and I've come up with quite a few details that I've included here. I posted this idea once before, but as it sometimes does, life got in the way and I wasn't able to start it back then. But I'm going to now.

    I have here the basic plot, some notes that would be helpful with character and backstory creation, the character sheet, and a sample post from the point of view of the Organization (the ominous group that will EVENTUALLY be the driving conflict in the story).

    I will link to the previous interest check as well, as there may be some questions (and answers) there that give a little more insight into what we're doing.

    Old Interest Check *Click Me*


    • Legends of Lunare: A World Divided


      A land rich with history. A land suspended in the air, held aloft by ancient magic and ruled over by the Four Great Spirits. A land whose inhabitants are scattered amongst the many sky-islands, divided by the kingdoms that rule them.

      Korijin is a nation unmatched on the water, made up of seafaring adventurers and icy explorers. It consists largely of smaller islands, icy caps, and the ocean itself. Terahime, with its varied terrain consisting of mountains and valleys, is home to hardy people and booming industry. Barako is a land surrounded by fire, consisting of a large desert, a small grassland, and expansive mountains with active volcanoes. Its people are strong willed and gifted metallurgists. Aurelia is home to sky-faring, spiritual nomads, moving between sprawling temples and cities atop drakes and wyverns. It is often called the enlightened lands, as they dedicate themselves to perfecting both body and mind.

      Though these four nations had found themselves at war with each other for countless generations, a new threat loomed on the horizon. The Fallen invaded… an ancient evil that arose from the forgotten lands, the mantle far below the floating islands. This “Dark Army” marched on the warring kingdoms, decimating every force they came into contact with. The four nations were forced to band together in an effort to fight back against the primordial foe, but they stood no chance…


      It was an overwhelming feeling for the people living on Gaia. The Fallen had crushed all forms of resistance, its armies on their last legs. The soldiers that remained sat awaiting death...

      There was little that could be done; the numbers of the undead army seemed limitless, and they advanced relentlessly. Black clouds loomed ominously over the forces of death that pushed towards the gates, as the fields were stained red by the ceaseless march. Those few remaining leaders of the resistance stood in the barracks, debating what could be done. They were far fewer in number than they were before, after years of bloodshed. As the end grew near, dread overcame the army and these leaders sank into their seats...

      Not far away, the Great Spirits, that had long ago forged pacts with each tribe, were overcome by the grief that they, too, felt due to the bonds they had with the humans. Defeat was at their doorstep, and the Spirits felt compelled to act, to save these younger creatures from a fate they had no control over. They saw no other alternative. These timeless creatures, born in primordial fire, used their infinite wisdom and called upon all of the remaining strength they could muster. They made their way to the Shrine of Lunare- the holy land on the only grounded strip of earth left in all of Gaia - and they did what only the Great Spirits could: they exhausted all of the magic at their disposal to drive the Fallen out of Gaia.

      Light! All-consuming light erupted from the root of the world! The light extinguished the flames of war, and ripped the undead army out of Gaia. But the effect was so much greater! The islands that held the many cities and peoples of Gaia were taken out of the very skies they had long inhabited. Whole cities were neatly placed back on the mantle of Gaia!

      The magic that suspended these islands was extinguished, as was the presence of the Spirits. By expending all of the magic that made them, they disappeared from the world...

      Such was the price for saving it...The world grieved over this devastating lost. Many were lost: friends, partners, family members, brothers-in-arms. The lives of these mighty saviors were celebrated. Gaia returned to its roots, and with this fundamental change, the world was given new life!

      Gaia pulled through all of the chaos and peace reigned. Magic was not extinguished from the land, but with the loss of the Great Spirits, the strength of the magic usable by the humans had slowly waned. Though there were still small feats of magic that humans could perform, the majority of magic that remained became bound to ancient relics. When this discovery was made, the people went about turning these relics into usable pieces of technology. These were mostly used for transportation between the nations, as the amount of magic they held was directly related to their size. The process of using small relics was not perfected until much later, where they could be used as weapons. It was a fairly drastic change, and many lamented the loss of magic. However, society adapted, and overall the people were happy. Without these powers, the citizenry no longer believed they were at the mercy of those few all-powerful people.

      Prosperity reigned across the land...And nearly a millennium passed.

      Times are changing once again: there are new forces at work now. Over the past few generations, several changes have occurred across Gaia.

      With the advent of technology that allowed for better travel, the boundaries that separated the many people of the world have come down, and people freely move between each country.

      The four kingdoms have changed over the multitude of years, but still remain as they were, governed by separate ruling families and governments. However, although they are different sovereigns, they are united through peace and for the goodness of the people.

      Another nation has also popped up: the city-state of Lunare. Named for the Shrine at which the world was saved, and built on the sacred land where the Shrine stood, Lunare is both a city and a sovereign nation. Formerly a meeting place for the leaders of the other kingdoms, it now stands as a testament to the efforts of the four nations. They have joined together and created this thriving city, a melting pot that is free to be explored and settled by nationals from any country. Truly, it represents what the kingdoms can do when they band together.

      And within this metropolis, a mysterious group has emerged. They operate of their own accord, independent and carefree. Run by a small collective of powerful and unknown individuals, this shadowy Organization and its motives are shrouded in secrecy. However, it is known that they are gathering a very specific following...They are looking for Branded, and have amassed a small army of followers, with numbers growing ever steadily.

      The Branded…by far the most significant change: an evolution occurring throughout Gaia. There are a growing number of people that are emerging with stronger magic, as if the magic of old has once again returned. This blessing, as before, is bestowed upon a small portion of the population, and they are referred to as "the Branded". Because of the long-held belief that it was magic that led to so many deaths and wars, the men and women who obtain these gifts are considered outcasts. They are shunned by the general populace.

      Though the actual cause of this sudden change is unknown, it does appear to be linked to the bloodlines of those that were former pact partners...though countless years have passed, these bonds were preserved over generations of descendants. And the Branded have used these abilities to adapt! Though the human kingdoms have adopted peace, the world is still a dangerous place. They have found ways to utilize their abilities in productive ways, such as mercenary or military work.

      And so it all has led to this! This mysterious organization is seen as a safe haven for those that society is shunning. But what are their motives? By joining with them, the Branded have further alienated themselves from the general populace. There are those Branded that resist joining the Organization, but there are some cases where there are no other choices. Many of the Branded are leaving their own cities behind and moving to Lunare, seeking new opportunities. Among the mixed population, surely there will be a larger number of Branded to mingle with. Perhaps they are even seeking the help of this "Organization", rumored to have a large presence within Lunare.

      With all of these revelations, we are left asking numerous questions. Why has abundant magic suddenly returned to Gaia? What is the purpose of bestowing such abilities on these unsuspecting people? What are the motivations of this mysterious Organization?

      Answers will come with time, for this is only the beginning.

    • I’m sure there are many questions concerning the Branded and their abilities. I hope to address those here.


      The people referred to as "Branded" are called so for a few different reasons, explained below. The powers that the Branded possess appear to be linked to the person's ancestry, because powers manifest from people that have had ancestors who were pact partners with Great Spirits. These powers seem to have been carried down through the generations. No one knows exactly why they are reappearing now (although the Organization may have an idea...)

      The powers of the Branded usually manifest early in a person's life, normally in the early teens. The Branded are referred to as such for several reasons:

      1.) On the outset of getting the powers, the first usage of the abilities will place some sort of mark on the user,
      2.) In some cases (not all), the utilization of the power will result in seals, runes, and other visual effects appearing (*note* ever used magic in a "Tales of" game? sort of like that )
      3.) Metaphorically, they are called Branded because of the negative connotation they are met with after the emergence of their powers

      Regardless of the name given, it cannot be disputed that these abilities give the Branded an inherently different life than those without them. The abilities vary greatly from person to person; there are elementalists that can harness nature's most primal forces; there are those that can alter parts of themselves or their environments for a multitude of effects; there are those with expanded physical and mental capabilities.

      The possibilities are endless!

      Basically, a normal person has a very limited ability to use magic, if they can at all! Some humans do not harness magic in any way. But the magic that a Branded wields is much more expansive.

      A normal human’s affinity with magic is such that they may be able to light a candle. On the other hand, the magical output of a Branded would allow them to incinerate the very table the candle sat upon! This of course is conjecture, as each Branded has a specific ability that may not allow them to go around turning tables to ash.

      So be creative with your abilities!! Don't be afraid to try something. If we find it too much, or if we believe you are being too modest, we will let you know!

      Thanks for reading! And happy RPing everyone :)


    • Because I was attempting to leave the story at a decent length (I failed) so as not to be daunting (read: a pain in the ass) to read, I was vague within the story about some of the details regarding the place and time within which the story takes place. To help bring clarity to those that are new to the storyline, or to those that decided not to read it…I have included here a breakdown of the setting.

      Our story takes place mostly around the city-state of Lunare, and this information is mostly for helping you, as players, delve deeper into the world and its lore. We are using a standard fantasy setting for the most part, although there will be more revealed of that at the bottom.

      I hope that this information makes it easier for you to provide background with your characters. Enjoy!

      The Kingdoms of Gaia

      For millennia, there have been four kingdoms that divided the land:

      Aurelia: The eventual home of the nomadic Spirits of air, Aurelia is a sky flier's utopia. The city of the same name was situated on an island that mystically floated far above the mountain range that split the land in twain. Far below all of this lay a windswept plain, nearly untouched by the peaceful denizens that, largely, called the mountains and floating cities their home. Once the islands were placed on the ground, the capital city found itself situated within a valley, surrounded by these impenetrable mountains. Through great hardship, paths were made to the surrounding villages, and life went on.

      Aurelia has stood as a paragon, for they value the entire self: body, mind, and spirit. Considered the country of enlightenment, Aurelia is as well known for its dojos as it is for its libraries. Aurelians revered the Spirits, and considered each other as family more so than countrymen. Undying loyalty seems to be the defining trait of these hardy people, for, as the wind blows, they grow restless and desire to move and travel, but they always make their way back home. Because of this, the cities of Aurelia are mostly small and spread out, but numerous, for they desire their freedom and their space; such is the way of the people of the wind. However, the capital is large, heavily fortified by natural surrounds, and heavily populated with a multitude of people, from master swordsmen to well-studied scholars to battle-hardened mercenaries.

      Barako: It goes without saying that the Great Spirits of fire picked an appropriate place to settle in Barako. Barako has always been seen as a very hostile environment, for though there are some grassy highlands, the majority of the land is a large desert, surrounded on all sides by mountains. However, this did not stop the people from settling here, and they made the best of it. A strong, hardworking people, Barako has always been the most militaristic of the four nations. With strong, prideful people and an undying loyalty the the Emperor, the nation is known for its great metal works; they have created some of the best weapons ever seen on Gaia.

      Among the mountain ranges are the only volcanoes that dot the landscape of Gaia, and it was in the center of this ring of fire that the capital of Barako was built. Utilizing the molten rock to their greatest advantage, the people of Barako have become the best blacksmiths and engineers to grace Gaia. In years past, this kingdom has been viewed with contempt and disdain, and who can blame the other nations? One look at Barako's inhospitable environment would give anyone reason to run at breakneck speeds away from it. But the people of Barako are strong and wholesome, and have survived centuries in their harsh environment. It is a challenge they are more than welcome to meet, with smiles on their faces.

      Korijin: The birthplace of the water Spirits, Korijin is well known for its small green forests that surround several large lakes. In fact, the land mass that is considered the kingdom of Korijin is mostly coastline, and the body of water that it touches is actually the majority of the kingdom. With this ease of access to water, the people of Korijin are well known travelers and seafarers. This is somewhat necessary, because Korijin is also made up of several islands that would otherwise have no access between them.

      The climate of Korijin runs the gamut of tropical at the southern reaches, to tundra in the northern parts. The sea north of the main Korijin landmass is normally covered in a think layer of everlasting ice. Some of the cities are located on these frozen waters. The people of Korijin vary just as much as the environs in which they live. Culturally rich and diverse, partly because of the travelling nature of the people, Korijin has a rich heritage, and are far more reliant on spiritual and familial bonds, and the intense one they share with nature, than on material possessions. The lands of Korijin are known for soothing, peaceful landscapes, and this may have rubbed off on the inhabitants: the people of Korijin are looked up to as a people that, above all else, can engage in peaceful discourse. They will, however, fight for what they believe in, and are very dedicated to the land and its people.

      Terahime: Ages ago, the Earth spirits called Terahime home. This land is large, varied, and beautiful. Humble and traditional, Terahime is largely a place accustomed to old fashioned human ingenuity. The land is evenly dotted with mining towns and farmlands. The people always have a hardy working mentality, and everyone always seems busy doing something. They see their lives as simple, and are completely content with their easygoing way of life. They are dedicated and hardworking, if somewhat stubborn. This is somewhat expected, however, coming from the people of the earth kingdom.

      With expansive prairies and canyons, Terahime offers long lines of sight, and has one of the flattest landscapes. This is mostly due to the large amount of mining work that was done over generations, which has leveled whole mountains. The capital city is surrounded by these canyons, making it a natural fortress. Though there are some mountains in Terahime, many of them have been leveled by the hard working people, or are still currently being mined. Either way, the rugged men and women of this country continuously move forward, nigh oblivious of the world outside their sleepy towns and quaint hamlets. Honest and forthright, they are completely content with the lives they lead.

      And of course, we have the setting of our story as of now…


      For over the passage of time, the city of Lunare was introduced. As a nation that is a combination of the other four, it is much more diverse, combining all of the best qualities of the kingdoms. It is situated on a centrally located, small island. This particular piece of land was formerly the location of the Shrine of Spirits, and the only piece of land still located on the mantle when the lands of Gaia floated in the air. Now that the kingdoms lay back down, this island has become a merging point for all of the nations. It is a safe haven for people of all kinds to inhabit.

      The island itself consists of a bustling port city, known as Imen. Though small, it is the first place travelers see when they come to Lunare, and its gates have welcomed countless people. The harbor for Lunare, there is a large dock for the multitude of ships that come and go. Beyond the docks, there are numerous smaller settlements that make up the quaint town. As the first stop when coming to Lunare, many that have immigrated have chosen to stay here and make a life of their own. Many shop keepers and small workers have taken advantage of this, and the city has a heart of its own.

      Following the road out of Imen leads through a section of grasslands and into a large, dark forest known as Emmeryn. An expansive, dense wood that extends to the south and east of the large city of Lunare, there are paths that lead through the forests to the surrounding towns. Life is abundant within the lush wood, as it teams with wild animals and beasts. Not far from the capital city is a large lake, where many people gather to take refuge from bustling city and bask in the beauty of nature. Given its secluded nature, and the fact that the trail bisecting the forest is the path connecting the port to the capital, it is not unheard of for bandit attacks and other foul activities. Also, if someone were to look hard enough, they may find that the Branded seem to frequent this secluded area as well, safe from the watchful eyes of humans and their persecution...

      And finally, we have the capital and namesake for the island. Lunare, The melting pot! A sprawling metropolis, and an amalgamation of all of the nations of Gaia. Built utilizing as much magic as was possible at the time, the city sports tall buildings made of glass and metal, far ahead of any other city on the planet. Always bustling with life, it is a place of opportunity: from its booming market, to its construction and expansion, to its mercenary work, and even pursuing darker exploits in the dark corners that every city has. This majestic cityscape has become the standard to which all other cities are measured. And with its large population, this city has become the destination for many of the Branded, making it easier to blend in. With this, the general attitude towards Branded is more open than in other cities in Gaia. Still, many have chosen to hide themselves away. And with the high concentration of Branded, the Organization has set its sights on the city as well...

      I may reveal more information about this as time passes, but I believe that much will be revealed as we RP, because this is the starting point for our story.


      Also, I was vague about the current state of technology in our world, so here is a rundown:

      I am hesitant to refer to the technology here, as someone previously put it, as "Magitech", but that is the best wording that comes to mind. As far as technology goes, it is mostly used for large-scale transportation: Trains, airships, sea vessels and the like. The development of these devices was mainly due to the usage of the remaining magic that did permeate the world so many years prior to our current story. In fact, the creating of these devices was in reaction to the loss of magic. With the loss of useful, more powerful magic, something had to be done. This magitech was made to compensate.

      I am not talking about cars (single person transportation), and it should be said that the main form of personal transportation is still atop horses or via carriage. Magitech weapons have been developed, and their main purpose is to supplement or strengthen the weakened magic of humans. These do include magitech guns, but they do not fire bullets; more or less, they use elemental forces, such as fireballs. They usually take the small amount of latent magical energy within a person and amplify it. This is why a Branded can usually not use magitech weaponry, because the stronger magical energy they exude causes magitech weaponry to overload and become unusable.

      This makes any skilled fighter able to overcome the more advanced weaponry, especially with the abilities that most branded possess. Among the Branded, their main form of weaponry beyond their powers are normally more archaic weapons, such as blades, polearms, and bows. Even general citizens, who may not have the ability, access, or desire for magitech weapons, still utilize more traditional (fantasy) weaponry such as swords..

      Thanks for reading!

      (~More could be added to this list over time, an announcement will be made if that is the case~)

    • Code:
      [U][B]User Information[/B][/U]
      [B]Username:[/B] (Or an alias, whatever you’d like to be referred to in the OOC)
      [U][B]Character Information[/B][/U]
      [B]Race:[/B] (Which country are you native to, and are you branded or not)
      [B]Occupation:[/B] (If applicable, or you can include here what you'd like to do within the RP if you have a specific goal. Combat? Character interactions? You want to build a farm? The sky’s the limit)
      [B]Physical Description:[/B] (Height, weight, that sort of thing. You can also tell how/where you are branded, if applicable. Pictures will do just fine)
      [B]Clothing[/B] (Pictures will do)
      [B]Personality:[/B] (THE MOST IMPORTANT ASPECT OF YOUR CHARACTER, BE DESCRIPTIVE. We need to have a good grasp on who you character is, because subtle nuances that would normally be displayed through conversation are somewhat lost when RPing)
      [B]Weapons[/B] (Pictures will do)
      [B]Skills/Branded Abilities[/B] (Give us the rundown of your Branded evolution, or any other applicable skills. Remember, these are the abilities that you will rely on during the RP, so BE DESCRIPTIVE!)
      [b]History[/b] (Tell us your background. Needs to be at least a small paragraph. I am not a huge stickler for long histories, because that implies that I have to read them (lol). Be as descriptive as you want, 6 Sentence minimum, feel free to leave it at that if you like)

    • A dark corridor…that ends with a large, dank chamber.

      If not for the open window on the east wall, it could be assumed the room was underground. Light seemed to be lost in the expansive, round chamber, due to the black brick walls and floor. There was no carpeting or furniture, save for the large, wooden, pear-shaped table in the center of the room. Floating ominously several feet above the sturdy dais was a magnificent sphere, wreathed in brilliant green light—a looking glass. Currently, it displayed a map of Gaia, focused mostly on the area around Korijin.

      Around the larger, rounded edge of the table were several empty chairs. At the head of the table, the tapered end, sat a man cloaked in black. A large black bird sat perched on his chair behind his right shoulder. There was one other person in the room, standing between the table and the doorway. This man, tall and sturdily built, wore the same black cloak as that of the seated man. With cool detachment, he spoke:

      “Clara should be back soon, my lord. We’ve received word that she has finished her assignment in Baruko. She should arrive here within two days. I will continue to oversee the preparations, as you’ve stated.”

      The seated man replied, with a voice that was simultaneously calm and demanding of respect, almost transcendent:

      “That will not be necessary, Malik. You’ve done well, but I need you to proceed here…” He pointed to the spot on the looking glass, “...This small region in the north of Korijin. You’ll find what we need there.”

      With a wave of his hand, the green flames around the sphere dissipated, and the map was gone. Malik bowed low, and spoke:

      “As you wish, my lord. I will return in time. Give Clara my regards.” With that, he turned and walked towards the door of the chamber. As he walked out, another figure cloaked in black came through the doorway. This man was of a slighter build, a little shorter but much thinner than Malik. He strode to the table, and took his seat in one of the assembled chairs.

      He spoke, and as he did a chill fell over the room. “Work in Baruko is finished, I’ve completed the assignments in Terahime, you’ve taken care of Aurelia yourself, my lord...And soon Korijin will taken care of…” A grim smile illuminated his otherwise shadowy features. “Can I assume that we shall soon move on to Lunare?...I just...I can’t wait to start the bloodbath….”

      “Now, now Reaper, control your bloodlust. We’ve only just finished the prologue of our little play. I, too, am excited for Act One to begin.”

      The fire in Reaper’s eyes dimmed somewhat. “I’m sure you are aware of this...my lord...But our agents have not gone unnoticed. In Terahime, I heard of a mysterious group of operates, robed in all black. They call us the Black Zodiac, apparently because we are as elusive as the stars. In Baruko, we’re called the Shadow Council. And among the western isles, they simply call us Demons.” He paused, licking his lips. “I guess that makes you the Demon King.”

      The “King” sat forward in his chair, laying his elbows on the table and resting his chin on clasped hands, his face still obscured. He could not help but chuckle at the thought. “Some recognition, it may help our cause. But I care not for frivolous names. Our Organization has too much purpose to be tied down by petty monikers.”

      A moment in silence passed…

      “I agree with you: It IS time we put our plans into action. Let us begin Act One. Make your way to Lunare. I’ll be in touch, and soon the nations of the world will have reason to know our names.”

      Reaper stood, bowed, turned, and made his way through the door and down the corridor. “It shall be done….My lord”. The shivers that overtook his body could be felt even from afar, as he trembled with excitement.

      After many moments, the large bird that was perched on the “throne” spread it’s wings and made its way out the window. The leader of the Organization sat back into his chair once more.

      “....Demon King....Perhaps….”
    #1 Rassius, Feb 18, 2015
    Last edited: Feb 21, 2015
  2. I'm in. Great story, with a chance to develop =)
  3. I might be interested. Well developed and a lot of potential. To bed now though, but I'll get to reading the old interest check tomorrow and let you know for certain then.
  4. Thanks! We look forward to hearing from you! G'night.
  5. After reading everything, at least I hope that was everything, 'cause PHEW! I'd really like to join. A quick question though, since I either missed it or it wasn't there, what posting speeds do you expect? I am unfortunately not the speediest poster due to work/gym/other RPs/life, and even though I do want to be a part I don't want to keep others back.

    Side note:
    "Also because we are new here, I had a thought I wanted an opinion on. Because we will have more than one setting to post at. Do we need to make like multiple threads with the title of the RP in it then have like a basic title? (Example: Legends of Lunare: A fateful encounter.) Something like that? Just a little mind blown on how we are going to do this. Suggestions? Ras might already have this figured out."

    I know the post has been quite a while and you're likely more experienced by now, but I suggest making a group for this RP.
  6. Ras would know a bit more about how he wants the layout to be. Most of the story will take place in Lunare but in different spots so I'm not sure what his ideas are.

    As far as posting speeds, Ras is married and has school and I work. So posting speed isn't to much of a concern obvioulsy the more the better so we can keep rolling. We understand that everyday life comes in the way though, if it is a week or something and there is no post we will probably just continue on and write that person off but we haven't talk about that to much.
  7. I'm interested! I still have a bit to read, but the plot sounds good and seems very similar to one of my personal worlds. All-in-all it looks fun.
  8. Glad to hear that we have some interest :) Let me know if anyone has questions.

    I was unaware of the existence of groups, honestly, until a post I saw yesterday....soooo....yes, I do plan on making a group for this. That should allow us to have a few different RP threads going, in case someone wants to RP in the port city while another party is in the forest, or whatever.

    Great ideas, one and all!
  9. Happy faeccccccc
  10. I will be posting my character soon so people can get an idea.
  11. Look everyone! The story is freaking sweet! So join us k? =)
  12. Just wanted everyone to know that the group is made for this RP, setup here: Click Me

    Feel free to jump in, post your character sheet, or ask any questions, here or in the OOC. The IC will be going up within the next few days, once we have a few characters posted. I should have mine up within the day.
  13. Again, in case anyone is interested this is what our character templates look like and the direction we are going.

    User Information
    Username: Harken

    Character Information
    Name: Harken Alseif

    Age: 19

    Gender: Male

    Race: Was born in Barako.

    Physical Description: 5’10, 213lbs

    Weapons: When he is not in knight form he carries a simple single edged sword. In knight form he can carry two spears or also fight hand to hand. (See picture)

    Personality: At a first glance, Harken appears to be a nonchalant airhead. However, upon closer inspection, he has a number of contradicting personality traits. Normally, Harken is simple-minded, kind, caring, and helpful. These traits are exemplified by the risks he takes for his friends in battle, and his overall desire to be useful. Though he has good intentions, his simple-mindedness leads to his downfall; when short on money for the orphanage, he quickly decided to participate in underground matches with little consideration for other options. While he notes that asking the Prime Minister for help was a possibility, he shoves off the thought without much consideration. Harken is also extremely oblivious to the feelings of others, as he fails to notice the interests of any females around him. This obliviousness also extends to other fighters, as he often underestimates their jealousy or envy of his skills. At the same time, Harken can be cold and sharp. This side of him tends to come out during battle or while he is in knight form. It has been noted that people have a hard time liking him when he is like that. During battle, he easily makes death threats and resorts to violence quicker. Overall, these conflicting character traits are the marker of his growth. Harken deterred from growth by his cold, indecisive side that the Prime Minister said was worthy of knight. Still, his weakness in being unable to find his own reason to fight ultimately makes him very immature.

    Branded Abilities: By saying the word “Restoration” Harken undergoes a powerful transformation that covers his body in a suit of armor. The armor offers better offense and defense and also grants Harken the ability to wield two spears which he can summon from thin air, almost from another dimension. He can also throw waves of energy either through his spears or his hands. While in this form Harken can move at high speeds, jump higher and physically he becomes stronger while gaining even more of a killer instinct.


    Family? What was family? Harken pondered these questions every day as he sat at his bedside while all of the younger kids played outside. All he could remember was the orphanage he had lived in, where he never had the luxury of a mom or dad. But, he had nine younger brothers and thirteen younger sisters. He loved the family he had grown up with and, being the oldest, he grew up with the need to protect them and even teach them about life.
    However, once he turned 18, Harken began to wonder what the world was like. He was very lucky to have this orphanage, especially in the battle worn, inhospitable lands of Barako. He began to stare up into the sky during the day and wondered what was beyond this world that he had called home. The orphanage was all he had known but he knew it was time for him to go and explore the world. Looking around he saw all of the children playing together, they were full of laughter and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Smiling Harken got up and played along with them.
    Night had come almost too fast, as all of the children were now climbing into bed. The sounds of continuous activity faded from the halls. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful as Harken laid in his bed, looking up at this ceiling with the moonlight from his window shining through. His eyes began to get heavier and heavier…

    When suddenly a loud crash from downstairs broke the silence!

    Harken shot up and ran through the hallway telling all of the other children to stay in their rooms while he went to check on what had happened. He crept down the stairs and peaked around the corner when he saw an unfamiliar figure rummaging through the cupboards throwing out anything that was probably of no value to him. Peaking around the corner even further Harken was taken by horror when he saw one of his “father” lying motionless on the floor and his mother tied and gagged over in the corner with tears streaming down her face.

    Turning away from the corner Harken closed his eyes as tears began to fall, streaming down his face. He was the only one capable now of stopping this mysterious figure and knew it wouldn’t be too long before he or she could make their way upstairs. Harken opened his eyes and right in front of him on the opposite wall hung a sword. The moonlight was shining on that blade almost as if a higher power had called to Harken to take the blade down from the mantle to defend his family. Harken snatched the blade from the mantle and threw the sheath from the sword. It was a single edge blade with the hilt only on the sharp side of the blade. Harken counted slowly to three…taking deep breaths in between each count.
    “One…..Two…..Three!!!” Harken turned the corner and let out a scream with the mysterious person in front of him as Harken lunged forward with sword in hand, praying he could kill this person in one strike and end this terrible nightmare. The figure turned around and with little effort had grabbed the sword with their bare hand. The moment Harken’s sword met this person’s hand sparks flew from the impact and suddenly all of Harken’s momentum had stopped like he hit a brick wall. This person was a lot bigger than Harken, he seemed to be some sort of giant. The person then grabbed Harken by his head and threw him through the wall. While struggling to his feet, his vision also blurred, the moonlight had revealed this giant man’s face. Only there was a reflection coming off of his face as well as his arms.

    “Wh…What are you?!” Harken said while shakily rising to his feet, but then fell to one knee as the man came closer.
    His body was covered in some type of metal, but it was not armor. It seemed to be the man’s skin itself. The man smiled and began to speak. He had a deep voice to match his imposing size.

    “The name’s Titan, boy. The locals ‘round here have taken to calling me the Metal Bandit. I take what I want, and I think I will take this nice building here as my own!” Titan charged toward Harken again grabbing him by the head and throwing him across the ground. Titan’s strength was impressive, and he seemed almost unstoppable. Not to be deterred, however, Harken tried to stand again…needing both arms to help raise his sword he waited again for Titan. He feared he was going to die tonight and fail to protect the orphanage. In amusement Titan laughed, but at the same time was quite surprised that Harken could still stand and charged Harken again. This time he brought his right hand back and threw it toward Harken, stopping just short of his face.

    There was no contact, but the force of the punch was enough to blow Harken flat on his back. He was confused, everything was spinning around him, but the moon seemed to stay stationary. Harken’s view of the moon was then blocked when Titan stood over him smiling and picked him up by his right arm and spoke to Harken. “You have heart. I like that but I wasn’t paid to kill you, boy.” Looking over at the orphanage and the huge hole in the side of the building where he threw Harken threw the wall. “Even so…that spirit has me…inspired. How about this then boy. Get stronger, and fight me at the tournament at Riot Peak right here in Barako. One year from now. And when you fail, when you die, I will kill everyone at the orphanage and take this for my house.”
    Titan then dropped Harken to the ground and began walking away. He stopped, turning for a moment, and spoke, “And be sure to show up. If you don’t, I’ll just have to come and kill you all anyway. You’ve got a year, make the most of it.”

    And with that, he disappeared into the darkness. The children of the orphanage ran to Harken most of them crying and begging for him to be ok. With their combined strength they all managed to get Harken inside the house and into bed. They began the process of cleaning up the wreckage from that man Titan, all while grieving the death of one of their parents. Things truly wouldn’t be the same anymore. It all seemed like a pure and total hell.

    Morning came and everything was quiet. The winds were calm, the kids were silent. No playing, no laughter…nothing. Harken shot up quickly from what seemed like a nightmare last night only to feel sharp, shooting pains go down his whole body. Grimacing from the pain, he sat up hoping it was all just a dream…

    But then he saw the hole in the wall of the house…

    All of the kids were outside just sitting on the ground. Not one person spoke, until Harken walked outside holding his side. The sun felt good on his body as he closed his eyes and just soaked it all in. The memories from last night were coming back to him. Riot Peak. A tournament. Death. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother, who was back inside sitting at the table. She uttered a single word: “Branded.”

    Looking puzzled Harken limped back inside to her and sat at the table. “I’m sorry mom...Branded? What is…Branded?” She took a long drink from her cup and looked at the floor where her husband had died last night. “The man that was here was a Branded; A person with a very strange power and not all humans have this power. We kept this from you for so long but after last night I think it’s time I let you know about the real world we all live in.” Harken and his mother sat there most of the day, he heard stories of people who could control the elements, people that could control energy and could even fly! The possibilities seemed endless and Harken himself began to wonder if he had this hidden power.

    Suddenly the image flashed in his mind of Titan, he had to be branded, because he was covered in metal and had superior speed and strength. Harken’s eyes became filled with tears and he hung his head low, only to feel his mother’s hand on his shoulder. She spoke in a calm and confident voice, “I heard what he said about Riot Peak. It has long been a Barako tradition since ancient times. It is a tournament in which everyone fights to the death. I will train you in the art of the sword.” She stood and walked passed Harken, “…But for now, let’s bury my husband and clean up more….we have a lot of work to do.”

    A year had gone by and Harken was now 19 years old. His body has grown stronger, fuller, and his attitude had adjusted. He drew his blade with a killer’s mentality. This was a matter of life and death, not only for him, but for his family back home. The night before he was supposed to head to Riot Peak to register for the tournament Harken left without telling anyone. No goodbyes. No hugs. He left knowing he would never come back because of the people he would kill. He couldn’t look any of the children into the eyes. With a heavy heart he began his quest for Riot Peak.

    After traversing through the desert for what seemed like a year he finally arrived. Riot Peak was impressive. It was built inside a dormant volcano with shops and equipment merchants inside the base of the volcano, with a long flight of stairs leading up to the registration area followed by the arena itself. Harken had never laid eyes on so many people in his life, people that were older and even younger than he were waiting to register for the tournament. Taking a deep breath Harken threw his bag over his shoulder and moved towards the registration area but froze when a giant hand was placed over Harken’s head almost petting him like a dog. Sweat dripped from his brow and he couldn’t breathe. Titan walked in front of Harken with a devilish smirk on his face and whispered to Harken. “I haven’t forgot about you boy, I’m glad you made it…did you keep my new house clean?”
    Titan gave a devilish grin and walked in front of Harken still holding onto his head…”Hmm boy, you don’t look half bad. I hope you got stronger for me. I like it when my victims struggle.” Hearing Titan’s voice lit a fire under Harken as he shoved his arm away and prepared to draw his sword, but he felt something weird in his body, a pulse maybe? He felt a strange surge and then stood up straight and looked Titan dead in the eyes. “In the arena, I promise I will kill you, Titan.” Harken continued up the stairs bumping Titan on his way past and finally he registered.

    During the draws there were two different brackets and Harken was relieved to see that Titan was on the opposite bracket. Maybe he would be killed beforehand and this would all be pointless? Harken continued to ponder the possible outcomes when he suddenly heard a voice whisper to him the word “Restoration”. Harken shook the weird feeling off and prepared for his first match.

    Match after match Harken proved that he was a calculated and composed fighter. He hadn’t killed anyone yet, but he crippled every opponent that stood in front of him, making sure they could not fight ever again. His training had definitely paid off over the last year and he wondered just how many of these branded really existed that his mother had told him about. His opponents had all seemed normal for the most part but he wondered more and more about Titan, who hadn’t lost yet and his brutish fighting style had claimed the lives of all of his opponents. Later after most of the fights had finished for the day Harken sat in his room. He was a little annoyed with the pace of the tournament fights. He had trained for a whole year for only two days of fighting. Tomorrow, the semifinals, followed by the finals. Harken turned over and fell asleep.

    The morning had seemed to come too fast for Harken. He tossed and turned most of the night, reliving that time, when Titan had first come into his home and destroyed everything. Harken began to throw his gear on and grabbed his sword. He walked to the door but suddenly there it was again, a pulse through his body! A whisper saying the word “Restoration” again. Harken felt dizzy and slumped against the door. What is this feeling? What was happening to him? Harken couldn’t push out this feeling he had in his body as he walked slowly to the arena.

    The semi-finals had commenced with Harken sustaining minor injuries. He felt sluggish and sloppy. Whatever happened this morning had affected his ability to fight, but he knew now what he had to do. Titan had made the finals as well and this was the moment of truth, Harken had to fight to protect everyone he loved.

    The announcements had been made and the crowd roared as both Harken and Titan made their way to the ring. Titan’s demeanor was much different than what Harken had seen in the past. He was quiet and seemed collected. They both moved to opposite sides of the arena and everything became quiet. The air was sucked out of the arena as the crowd anxiously awaited the first move. Harken drew his sword and threw his sheath to the side. Titan ripped his trench coat off and grinned as his whole body became engulfed in metal. Harken took a step back as he relived the night again. Only this time when he shook off that memory Titan already had a hold of him and threw him a great distance creating a crater in the ground where Harken had landed. Before the dust had settled and Harken could get up Titan’s fist had appeared from the dust and struck Harken sending him deeper into the ground. The force of Titan’s punch shaking all of Riot Peak.

    “Am I going to die? Two attacks and I can’t move at all…..I let everyone down." There it was again! That pulse and that voice…


    Light! An everlasting ray of light engulfed the arena and a strange force seemed to pick Harken up from the ground. Energy surrounded Harken, and his body was being encased in a mysterious armor that covered him, head to toe. The armor was black with white tassels at the shoulders (see pictures) and just as suddenly as the light had come from the heavens it was gone. You could hear the crowd talk amongst themselves, scared and somewhat unsure of what just happened and while waiting for the smoke to clear the audience had their answer as Titan was lying on the ground dead. His armor was ripped from his body and he laid there. Harken stood, clad in his armor, on the opposite of the arena. He turned to where Titan was lying and recounted all that just happened in his head…..

    …Once the armor had taken hold of Harken, he felt a powerful energy take over him…He could feel Titan through the dust of the battle and prepared to attack when twin spears appeared out of nowhere in Harken’s hands. Harken then dashed forward at lightning quick speed and thrust his left spear forward catching Titan in the side, taking both his armor as well as most of his side with him and upon landing from his first strike Harken turned and as Harken turned to face Titan he threw his right him horizontally across his body throwing an energy wave toward Titan finishing the job…
    (End Flashback)

    The armor had dissipated from Harken’s body and a calm look was on his face. He was frustrated but felt at ease. This new power made everything so easy and yet, it waits until now to come? Had he knew this power sooner he could have stopped all of this…a year’s worth of training felt meaningless now. But the crowd had begun to roar and celebrate that this unknown challenger had become champion, the celebration had begun as confetti fell from the sky and people stormed the battle ground to lift Harken in the air. To himself though, this victory seemed hollow, what was the point? He learned to fight but now what? He wanted to know more about himself and also about his powers. It donned on him at this point, he was different…a branded.

    Days had gone by and Harken had returned to the orphanage a hero to his brothers and sisters. He enjoyed being home and being worry free again but he felt somewhat unfulfilled. Again he decided he would leave the orphanage and packed his belongings and took to the nearest port, he left all of his prize money from the tournament for the orphanage, hoping they would never have to worry again. With that, he left on his journey…

    He found himself in Imen, the Port City. This was his first time in Imen, but he was intrigued with all of the lights and magitech that engulfed the city. Walking through the city Harken became more of a people watcher, seeing all of the different cultures and how people dressed was an awesome sight to see, people of all shapes and sizes, some branded and some probably not. Taking a deep breath Harken couldn’t help but think of his family at the orphanage when he realized that this is the first time he had been away from them. Harken then bumped into someone, who was much shorter than he was. This person was wearing a black cloak that covered the person’s whole body and even hid their face.
    The person turned and faced Harken and spoke, but to Harken’s surprise was a female voice, that of a little girl maybe. “Hey you! You better watch where you’re going!” The young lady was very animated with her movements, but before Harken could speak a stuffed animal had jumped onto his shoulder, followed by more and more stuffed animals that had seemed to come alive as they tackled Harken to the ground. Catching a glimpse of the hooded girl running around the corner the stuffed animals seemed to just “die” as soon as she vanished, being stared at by a crowd of people didn’t help Harken’s embarrassment. Getting up and dusting himself off Harken sat on a bench that sat across from the port entrance, cupping his face with both hands. He sat, pondering what had just happened….and this is where his story begins…
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