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Name: Dionysus (but he prefers Dio)
Age: 19
Gender: male
Species: Selkie


Physical Description: Dio's 5'6 in hight and very slender in build, though he's not sickly underweight ether. His body isn't overly muscular though it is toned. He's quite pale with a dash of freckles that run across his shoulder blades and collar bone, they stand out on his pale skin. He also has a strange symbol that looks a little bit like the ace of spades cut into his stomach, and a strange burn mark on his shoulder. His body is also scarred, mainly on his lower back and hips. His body shape is curvy. His face is androgynous, and it's vary hard to tell if he's male or female unless you're up close. His features are somewhat soft, though I think that to say Dio would be handsome is to have an..acquired taste.. Though it's hard to notice because he's smirking condescendingly more often then not. His eyes are multicoloured, his left eye's green and his right eye's blue..though his eyes flash a strange yellowy orange when he's getting ready to cast a spell. His blonde hair is long, just past his shoulders and his fringe reaches past his cheek bones and stops at the tip of his nose. His hair is also very messy..like a bird's nest.


He has two different outfits, the one he wears more often then not. The outfit is black and the pants are cut rather low, he doesn't wear shoes and has a small open jacket garb. If one looks closely they can see where the outfit's being patched up.


The second outfit is Dio's best, it can only be described as something akin to a flamboyant ring master's outfit. It's a combination of red, white and black, complete with a top hat.

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Personality: Dio's a manipulative backstabber, he's full of honeyed words and false promises. When he wants to be charming and slightly charismatic he will be, and if he really puts his mind to it he could talk his way out of nearly anything. He's a pathological liar, so most of the stuff he sprouts is almost certainly a lie. Unlike many liars, Dio never uses extravagant lies and always sticks to practical lies that at least sound plausible. He's also a very good actor and thrives upon drama, his actions reflect his theatrical nature. When he speaks he makes grand gestures with his hands, when he flirts he moves into theatrical poses. Because of the way he is, he doesn't make friends..not really, but it's his own choice in the matter. He sees friends as people that'll stand in his way, or at least he tells himself that. Though he'd never admit it, there are three people in his life who he secretly classes as friends.. but only one of them he'd give his life for, as a way of repayment.


Dio is a strong believer in 'paying his dues' if someone does something for him that he deems to be a selfless act and is actually grateful for, he'll stop at nothing in order to make sure they are repaired. While this may be seen as an act of rare kindness on Dio's part, he also doesn't like to owe people anything. He also hates losing or even admitting that he lost, as far as Dio is concerned it's the worst thing in the world to be a loser. He's fiercely competitive and will do whatever it takes to win, whatever the definition of win is at the time. There is nothing he won't stoop to, no measure he will not take. From cheating in a fight, to using black mail and intimidation Dio will go to any length in order to be the victor.


As stated Dio's a very good actor, a man of many faces. From accents to looks, Dio will change in accordance to his situation. He's not a genuine person most of the time, hiding behind a lie and farce in order to get what he wants. Identity means nothing to Dio, not any more. He's played numerous roles, wore so many masks.. that he's almost lost sight of who he really is, yet he doesn't care what's so ever.. or does he? Sometimes even Dio looks in the mirror and is saddened when he no longer can tell who gazes back at him.


Dio is very cunning and intelligent, he claims it's because he was raised by a kitsune mother who taught him all he knows. But that's just another lie. Many people don't realise how dangerous or intelligent he is, since Dio- much like Gladarniel- plays the fool. Dio always gives the impression that he's not that bright and more like a scrawny thug then anything else.


Dio is very confident-unless cornered and trapped- and headstrong. It would maybe be more apt to use the sentence 'confident to the point of arrogance'. He's loud and brash, often shouting people down if they disagree with him. Dio will never think he's wrong, nor will he think for even a second that any thing's ever his fault. He will naturally shift the blame to someone else, even if they're dead. He can't take criticism very well ether-unless it's from the man he serves- and would rather shout insults then try to confront his own flaws. But that's not to say he thinks he's perfect- because he doesn't- it just never crosses his mind that he's wrong about anything.


However there are times when he can be knocked off his high horse, times when he is made to taste the bitter sensation of failing and doing something wrong. The only time when Dio feels these things is if he's helpless or trapped, mentally or physically . During this time he'll have dramatic and server mood swings, ranging from blind and murderous rage that scares most people.. to suicidal depression and anxiety. And though it's rare, when Dio becomes depressed he totally gives up and doesn't bother fighting. Instead he just mutters half hearted curses.


Dio's a fighter most of the time, a fiery tempered one. Dio's temper is described as frightening once he really loses it, no one is safe from his screams of rage. It doesn't help that he likes fighting with others, because he always feels that he has something to prove. Something that can only be proved in fighting, what that is not even Dio knows but it makes him feel better. Dio's a hard person to break down, he's deliberately annoying and obnoxious. But once he's broken down he'll become as meek as a kitten to the one who breaks him, so far only one person has managed such a task.


Dio's very flexible, able to adapt quickly and improvise. He doesn't get fazed easily and though he may get angry, he still keeps his focus on whatever he needs to do. Though he's a pretty independent person who likes his space, he'll also work with others if need be. He's also a very fast learner, mainly where magic is concerned.


All in all Dio has a dramatic and tsundre (kinda hostile) personality, he's a person that cannot be trusted and is a trickster at heart. Dio can be spiteful and vindictive, stabbing someone one moment and shaking another person's hand the next. He has a very volatile and emotional personality, though it's more or less a dark kind of emotion. He's ambitious and confident, fiery and a fighter. But he can also be extremely depressed and worn down, his personality and mood swings between the extremes. He can be crude and rather promiscuous, with hints of frailty under his personality. To some he can be kind, but to most he's vindictive. Dio can be.. a very good friend and ally, or a fearsome foe and opponent.


Bio/History: Dio's past is something he doesn't like to talk about, unless he's drunk. Only a handful of people know it, and he'd sooner kill them then let them blab about it. The only thing that hints of his past is how edgy Dio get's when anyone asks him about his family, or rather his mother. Ether way Dio had a very unhappy childhood. A childhood that was utterly controlled by his mother.


Even as a child Dio displayed a ablity for magic, a talent for it. Maybe it's because he had very little contact with others that he quickly developed his ability, pushing himself more and more and listening to the magic speak to him. For as many hours as he could he practised, always fearful that he'd be found out by his mother or one of her lovers. Always fearful that they'd find out and give him the beating (at the very least) of his life. It's not like Dio could turn to his father ether, because he didn't even know who his father was, the man left before he was born and Dio may have resented him for that but could never blame him totally. He would have left to.


Things simply got worse as years went on, his mother turned to drink.. which made her even worse then normal, and her choice of boyfriends became much worse. Dio lived each day like a man in a nightmare, there but not quite there. At times he was beaten that badly that he couldn't get out of bed, which made his mother angrier. He was the one that earned money for the house in anyway he could, only to watch his mother drink it all away.


The only reason why he never ran away was because he felt duty bound to look after his younger brother, Thomas. Dio tried his best to make sure the younger boy had a good life, but he felt jealousy in his heart because his mother never even so much as raised her hand to her younger son.. yet Dio only needed to breathe wrong and he'd get beaten badly. Dio assumed that he was treated the way he was, because of the father that left.. whereas Thomas's father visited now and then and often took Thomas away on trips- without even giving Dio a second glance. Thomas would often tell Dio happily about it when he returned and Dio forced a smile, and hid behind it while he listened.


At the age of fifteen Dio had two secrets, one was the fact that he was getting pretty good with his magic.. and the other was that he'd discovered that he liked men, and his preference was males. He knew his mother wouldn't approve for various reasons, and he felt as though he was drowning. He wasn't sure what to do for the best and spiralled into depression, he could only see one way out.


He waited until his mother and Thomas were asleep, before unlocking his room with his magic and slowly edging out and raiding the cupboard. He eventually finds a full bottle of drink and sneaks out the shack that was his life, he headed to the pier which isn't far from the house and sat at the edge. His legs dangle over the edge as he takes a swing of the drink, feeling it burn his throat. After a few swings the bottle's empty and the world started to spin, the next thing Dio knows he's falling in the water.. feeling the air rush out of him and the darkness embrace him.


When he opens his eyes, he notices that he's still under the water. He tries to move his limbs, his arms but they feel strange. His legs also feel like they've being glued together, he wonders briefly if he's dead and tries to gaze at himself. That's when he caught sight of his tail, and freaked out.


It took him quite a while to come to terms that he was now a seal (he later learned he was a Selkie) and at first he swam around franticly for a cure, but as time passed he slowly began to relax and his human life started to fade away like an old song fading into the background. He then realised, he was home.


A year of peace and happiness was what Dio lived, a year where he actually had fun. He was free, he was a force of nature that could not be stopped. He was an alpha male, he was in control. But all that changed when he accidentally swam into a net, and was slowly and painfully pulled up by fisher men. As the air entered his lungs, he screamed as he felt his body growing heavier. He felt himself gasping for breath as he once again became painfully human.


He lay on the deck, gasping and twitching. Hearing the men talk but no longer understanding their words, his eyes darted around. Everything was to loud and to bright, everything was so heavy and painful. He blacked out, but before feeling a strange circlet placed around his right ankle.


Dio learned very quickly that the circlet stopped him from entering his seal form, and he was pissed off and tried to fight anyone that came near him. He also found out that the ship wasn't a fishing ship, but a slaver ship. It wasn't long before he was sold to a noble man in a far away land, which is something else Dio never mentions.


He eventually escaped, but now he had an objective. 'get the circlet off, be safe.' he found out that the circlet was an enchanted one, and for all his skill.. Dio himself could not remove it, and that agitated him. He needed to find someone who could remove it, but what he needed before hand was to find somewhere safe to stay. He vowed that he would never be used again, that he would never be weak. He would become a user, a taker, a winner. And he eventually found part of what he had looked for, a place to stay.. the Dark wizard guild. Dio offered himself to their judgement, and under went whatever tests they wanted to put him through.


It turns out Dio wasn't as good as he thought he was, though it was obvious he had a lot of potential (most noted in the magic of trickery, deception and illusion) he was still an untrained and unpolished wizard. In light of that, Dio was to ashamed to ask for help to get the circlet off him and instead made up the excuse that he came to learn magic and dedicate himself to guild- a claim that would later be partly true. When he was asked his name, he thought about it quickly. He didn't want to use his old name, a relic of a dead boy and buried past. So instead he said.


"Dionysus, call me Dio." and smirked a smirk that would later become his most noted feature.
Other details:
  • Dio loves top hats
  • he has a huge one sided crush on Sepiroth
  • his theme song is mischievous whispers from Soul Calibur V
  • he still hasn't got the circlet off
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Have you read the rules and do you agree to follow them?: yeah, and I have this bottle to prove it!
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As a form of balance. Tomorrow I am going to submit my next character. He can potentially trump mine Harbinger. So, that's that.
Umm...may I just ask how exactly that would be considered balance? Unless his only ability is to kill your first character and he's not able to battle against anyone else at all...lol
 
Name: Aliah
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Physical Description: Pale skinned Aliah has walked for all 17 years of her life. Her slender bones have helped her slip from many encounters and her white hair been with her since birth. The robe's she wears where creations of hers which she found fitting to her liking. A black hooded cloak held up by metal armbands.
Personality: Aliah is a very timid and shy person. Usually hiding underneath her robes and walking around quitley as to not draw any attention. She can snap in an instant and once she does she becomes another person entirely screaming, yelling, punching, etc.
Bio/History: Suffering from a horrible childhood Aliah learned to use weapons at a young age of 8 she mastered the Tesen, a Japanese war fan with bladed tips looking harmless folded up, while they are still great for throwing, deflecting arrows and swimming aid. They are still wonderful or close combat. Aliah grew up to avenge her parents and never had the chance as she found herself here wanting a new start and wanting to find some way to fit in. She is still close to her Tesen and the Japanese fighting ways.
Other details: Sorry for the not so long bio compared to the others! I hope my roleplaying makes up for that.
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Tesen - (think this but no pattern just all black)
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Have you read the rules and do you agree to follow them?: Yes I have, while drinking from a bottle of water.
 
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Name: Zariel "The Bloodletter" Merrith Son of Algorn

Title: The Bloody Letter, The Letter, Bloodletter, The Storm.

Race: Elf

Class: Watermage/Bloodmage

Age: 316

Gender: Male


Appearance: He appears as a human would in his mid to low twenties. Slightly taller though, and with a slimmer build.His subtle smirk hints at a snobbish mindset. Pale white hair falls naturally down from his scalp, resting gently on his shoulders.

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 192 lbs.

Face: His face is highly angular aside from his rounded chin. High cheekbones give him a proud expression that his attitude matches perfectly.

Hair: His hair is a pale white that matches that of the snow glistening at the peak of summer mountaintops.

Eyes: His eyes are the ashen grey of heavy ash-fall in the wake of mighty volcanic eruptions.

Brow: His brow is low set with a prominent arch giving him a constant expression of frustration that would discourage most from approaching.

Nose: His nose is thin, light, and comes to a point at its tip.

Body: He has a lean muscled build accumulated over the decades of physical training required to perform well at his chosen school of magic.

Other: A Myriad of scars large, and small, at every angle cover his un-armored left arm, these are the result of a lifetime steeped in blood magic and dark rituals.

Attire:

Torso: A green or blue tunic without an undershirt that wraps around his body tightly, exposing his thin body to a very revealing extent, the tunic opened down to his hairless chest.

Leggings: He wears a brown pair of breeches that cling to the tops of his legs before lacing down around his boots. They are held up by a brown belt strapped with a golden buckle.

Boots: His boots are a dark brown, lacing up all the way to his knee to thoroughly protect him.



Equipment:

His Blade: Lebensnerv (Lifeblood) Is an enchanted silver blade with a blue steel(Iron and Cobalt Alloy) pommel. The blade's enchantments can cause hallucinations and intense fear unto those who have been cut by it, though of course, the wielder of the blade is immune to such effects.


His Armor: His armor is crafted of blue steel(an iron and cobalt alloy) Making it stronger than normal steel and resistant to oxidation. His armor is highly resistant to most types of slashing attacks but is weak to thrusting and piercing.



Type of Attack:


Hand to Hand Attacks: ( Attacks that use no weapons. )


Kick: Consisting of any direction it is a powerful kick, more powerful than the fist, can break ribs or knock the opponent unconscious if a facial hit is applied.


Punch: A powerful punch, hitting just about anywhere if successful, breaking skin and bruising bone, able to crack ribs if heavy hits are applied in succession

Grappling: Due to his training he has advanced knowledge of a way to fight using the body and it's momentum rather than punching.


Basic attacks(Non Magical):


Slash: A basic slash across the chest of the enemy with either his sword or blood claws.


Chop: A chop is a slash targeted at a specific limb, with a chance of removing the limb if struck (Limb removal is sword only Tell me before the fight if you're willing to risk this or not, if not then I will refrain from this.)


Thrust: This is an impaling attack that has the potential to do massive damage, but as less surface area is exposed over a longer distance this attack is not very accurate(This doesn't mean it never hits, just not often)and leaves him overextended and unable to retaliate well if an enemy were to counterattack.(A thrust is also the attack pattern used by the blood lance ultimate, but the blood lance is much much faster and thus is harder to dodge.)


Strike: A blunt strike with either a fist or the pommel of a weapon, generally to the head. This may leave the target disoriented if it hits.


Blood Attacks(Blood magic, these attacks have a blood cost not exceeding 4000)


Blood Claws: Blood cost: 10ml per claw (usually only used on one hand for a total blood cost of 50ml) These are basic blood weapons consisting of small spikes jutting out from the pads of the casters fingers. Most enemies take these as a joke, but in the aftermath of the battle a wound caused by them has a high chance (about 67%) of becoming severely infected.(one use per cast)


Blood Shield: Blood cost: 500ml A Kite shield wrought forth from the blood of the caster, as durable as any iron in the land. A wicked spike protrudes from the center. A deep wound inflicted by the spike on the shield has a small chance (25%) of becoming severely infected.


Blood Caked Blade: Blood cost: 1000ml Coats the casters blade in a thick coating of blood causing a medium (45%) chance of severe infection per laceration caused. (Two hits is equal to two 45% checks not one 90% as to not be overpowered.)


Blood Arrow: Blood cost: 500ml A piercing ranged projectile attack. This carries a very small risk of a minor infection (5%)


Blood Poisoning: 2000ml (This will only be used if we are agreed on character death.) The casters blood either soaks through the skin (67%) or is directly ingested (98%) having a very high chance at developing a life threatening infection.



Blood ultimates:(Very powerful blood magic abilities that can only be used very sparingly.)


Blood Lance: Blood cost: 2500ml A lengthy lance is launched forth from the caster's palm (about 5 ft. Long) at high speed directly at the target. If the lance strikes there is a very high risk (73% of severe infection as well as a (short term) crippling injury.This is mainly used as an aggressive escape clause.


Blood wall: Blood cost: 3000ml A large wall of blood is formed between the caster and an oncoming attacker that is nearly impenetrable by mortal means. The wall lasts for 10 seconds and is used as a defensive escape clause.


Revival/Enthrall: Blood cost: 4000ml By pouring a large amount of their lifeblood into a fallen ally or enemy the caster can either perform a full revival of that person, or the transformation into an enslaved thrall. Doing this causes the caster to lose consciousness for three days.


Arcane attacks: (Attacks that use his more pure magical abilities, all involving water. )


Water Manipulation: Due to his use of water he can manipulate it and move it into any direction he likes. He is however unable to change the shape of the water to much extent, only able to thin it into a sharper radius for use of cutting. (Uses 1mu per second, so if he is rested he can use this ability almost infinitely. Though if he is under a stressing situation he can only use it for 30 minutes before running out of mana. Also only manipulates a gallon of water at a time. )


Water Burst: A quick burst of water that is moved quickly with the intent of cutting the enemy or shoving him back due to the force. ( Uses 10mu per burst and uses almost a gallon per hit. )


Water Wave: With a larger portion of magic he is able to grasp more water and push it out into a large wave like formation, shoving enemies back and slowing down projectiles, even changing the course of most arrows. The wave is about 8 feet high and 6 feet in width, though only about 2 feet in thickness. ( Uses 500mu per use. )


Steam: Used by sending a burst of water similar to that of the water manipulation spell and heating it rapidly. Causing it to turn into steam. Used to burn enemies severely in small areas. ( Uses 10mu to move water and another 90mu to evaporate it. )


Sear: An attack used by surrounding the enemy with copious amounts of water before making it turn into steam, burning the enemy severely and eliminating the source of water. ( Use 300mu to surround the enemy and another 700mu to heat the entirety of it. )


Ice Shard: A spell using water burst before suddenly freezing the water sent forth, resulting in a sharpened ice shard that can implant itself into enemies. ( Uses 10mu to first manipulate the burst and another 40mu to freeze it. )


Ice Wall: A spell using water wave before transforming into an icy wall to stop projectiles and even halt advancements of troops. ( Spends 300mu to first create the wave due to the lack of movement and another 500mu to freeze it. )


Ice Wave: A spell using water wave before suddenly freezing it and sending forward at high speeds, crashing into things with a crushing force and shoving them backwards if not running them over. ( Consumes 300mu for the wave and 700mu to freeze it and shove it forward. )


Ice Shield: A spell using water burst before freezing it to block areas that would be hit if he did not use the attack, uses 10mu plus another 40mu to freeze the ice. )


Ice Sword: A spell using 3 gallons of water before freezing it solid into the shape of a sword used for battle purposes. ( Uses 150mu to create the sword. )


Evaporate: A steam involving spell that sends forth a large wave of water that is rapidly heated as more water is added, the steam being trapped as the water added turns into ice and burns the enemy alive, melting off the enemies skin and flesh if prolonged exposure occurs. ( 1000mu for both waves of water, 500mu for the steam and 500mu for the ice covering. )







Magic:

Lifeblood pool: 5000ml. (Regenerates at a rate of 1000 per day with a cap of 5000, Useable down to 2000 but can be drained lower at the cost of physical weakness until he recovers completely.) If blood reaches 1000 he falls unconscious for 3 days.


See types of attacks for blood cost. If blood reaches 0, end of story, he dies.Regeneration can be aided by drinking blood from a fallen enemy at a rate of 5:1 meaning that consuming an entire enemies blood pool would regenerate 1000ml of his own. This however is taboo, and he only very rarely does so. He cannot use other enemy's blood yet due to his lack of mastery but with time he could.


Magical essence: 3000mu (Magical Units) Regenerates hourly or at about 1mu per second if he is resting, well fed, and hydrated.



Character Concept: Self centered, snobbish, condescending, cynical, deceptive, distrusting, yet somehow loyal to friends and allies. He is also fun loving, and will do anything for a good laugh. Ladies, watch your purses.


History:

"I was fourteen, an infant when my parents discovered I had magical capabilities. They went for a walk and I damn near burnt the place down. They warned me against the evils of magic, and made me swear an oath never to use it again. It was hard... Oh how hard it was. I soon found myself using magic for even the most menial task when my parents were out of view, but still every now and then they would catch me. They threatened my life every time, but they never acted. They knew there was nothing they could do." he chuckles. "Eventually I grew tired of their constant threats and badgering, and set off to find a mentor in the Westic Fore. I was seventeen, and an adept mage already. How wrong I was at feeling I could fend for myself. I was set upon almost immediately after passing over my family's land border. A group of seven men approached me from every angle. I fell two of them with fireballs, but not before the rest had me subdued. I was bound and gagged, They had been watching me they told me. Said that they were about to have an opening for a budding mage."


"Later that day we arrived at their camp a fort as it were, likely abandoned after a skirmish in some war. I had sworn to them I would kill them all, but upon viewing the legions of men held within the fort my mind was quickly changed. I was caged and forced to watch as they slew my predecessor. It was odd... They treated him almost as if he was going to come back from the dead. They first removed his blade. Then proceeded to behead him, but that wasn't the worst part. They continued for hours and hours, hacking and chopping him into little bits. When they were done I was unchained and let loose. I was told to retrieve the blade, and being that I was in a fort surrounded by legions of men I did."


"For the next century and a half I was nobody important in the bandit clan. On a day by day basis we did our fair share of raping and pillaging. Thieving as well. Every night we drowned our regrets in ale and reveled at what the day had brought to us. The only thing that made me stick out was magic. That and the fact that I had seen more come and die than any of the men around me could have dreamed, but this was all before I had found the true power of the sorcerer's blade."


"On the day of my two hundred fifty-fourth I took control of the clan... I went from a nobody, to warlord With literally the drop of a sword. It was late at night and we were all piss drunk around a bonfire... Someone bet me a hundred and fifty gold that I couldn't balance the tip of a blade on my palm longer than he could. Well... I lost the bet, but something happened that would come to change my life. As the sword fell, it cut into my left forearm, but something else happened. The blood from the wound hardened around the edge of the blade, forming an even sharper edge. At this moment The entire camp fell silent. As I lifted the blade off of the ground, the men ran. Every one of them. Hundreds and hundreds of men. Running from me. One man remained"


"The Warlord of the clan stood before me, his blade drawn. 'Your time of testing is here mage, draw steel.' For a moment I just stood there confused, but all that went away when the warlords piercing scream threw my thoughts. Without thinking I rose my blade to meet his and twisted down towards his hands to disarm him. This failed and thus gave him time to regroup himself. Again and again our blades clashed, with no clear victor. Until at once I knew what I had to do. I pressed the blade tight against my own palm and drew forth a mighty gash, and from my palm erupted a spear of hardened blood striking the warlord in the shoulder. A look of defeat crossed his face and he fell to the ground incapacitated, but alive. It was over the next few days that I watched as deadly infections ravaged his body, giving him a slow and painful death."


"By my two hundred seventy-fifth I was well on my way to becoming one of the most notorious Bandit Warlords in the realm. I had practiced much with the blade and had become a skilled blood mage. Of course that time was not without assassination attempts by many a king and queen however any attempt simply supplied me with armor and weapons, and men to enthrall. No one within the clan dared challenge me. Some could have beaten me, but they were all far too scared."


"It was on the day of my three hundred sixteenth. Just days ago... I was at the height of my reign. I had seen lives fully lived. I had seen both good and bad men die by the sword. I was becoming too great for my clan, so they mutinied. They revoked my title and appointed my second in command as interim warlord. They pulled me out into the courtyard and stood me in the open. I heard them coming from behind but didn't know what was about to happen until I saw something in the corner of my eye. A little lost child, locked in a cage. Then I remembered. I remembered the fear I felt as they had hacked my predecessor into pieces. I drew my blade and in one turn slit the throats of the two men behind me. I looked at the boy. As legions of my friends closed in around me. I stared them down and tried to reason with them. How could they do this? I was their friend, their mentor, and their leader. I looked at the boy and shook my head, begging him to forgive me and backed out of the entrance to the fort conjuring a wall of blood to block it, and ran. I Knew they would be hunting me... Trying to reclaim what I stole. Oh yes, nothing as precious as this blade goes missing without a millennia of trying to reclaim it. So I went to the only place they couldn't find me. Rather, the only place they wouldn't look. The Kingdom of Astaeron, to turn myself in."


Full History:(This will be a short synopsis of his life up to and through the part above, nothing fancy)

On the night of Zariel's birth A comet hung high in the sky above his parents hut deep in a clearing in the Eldarin wildwood. He was born with mages' blood into a family that despised everything that had to do with magic. At the age of fourteen it was discovered that he had magic and from that day fourth was under constant watch of his parents, who never came to trust him again. When he came of age he set out to find a mentor for his growing powers, so that he could learn to make them into an effective means of making his life what he thought it should be, but he was set upon by bandits in an event that would change his life.


He was taken to their fort within the gloomy glade and forced to watch as the bandits hacked an old defenseless man to pieces. It wasn't until his two hundred and fifty fourth birthday did he realize the full extent of the power of that man's blade. From that point on he was set on the path to become one of the most notorious warlords in the realm.


He was betrayed by his clan on the day of his three hundred sixteenth birthday and he fled from his fort all the way south to the Kingdom of Astaeron to turn himself into the ruler there. After all, it was a better fate than being hacked into tiny pieces.


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( Note, that includes, blade, armor, and faceclaim. Oddly enough. )
 
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Yay! He's my counter balance. Next is Johnathan I do believe.
 
Name: FuuKusaku, Kaizer. (Fuu for short. )

Age: Eighteen years of age.

Gender: Male

Species: Homosapien

Physical Description: The male, wears a hat that is bowl shaped, and covers the brilliant peacock blue hue of his irises. Their are four slits within the front of such a "Hat." That is made of practical uru, that has been fused in with brass. The slits are in a vertical and spaced formation, they rest 4 inches apart from the other. The hat however is of golden hue, and covers all of his features other then his mouth. The males skin is of caramel complexion Yet, his locks are of vermilion hue, and motion about within the ocean of winds, following the winds in whichever direction that they may blow, the locks of the individual are well maintained and elongated they're length reaches the males upper spinal area, and comes to rest in between each of his shoulder blades. He wears traditional Shaolin attire, and carries with him an elongated 48 inch staff, with a large symbol resting atop of the staff, which has several golden bands hanging downward, being attached to the symbol that represents harmonization.

Personality: He is one who tends to remain silent, and often times mysterious. He is one that attempts to remain hidden from others often times, but it is said that when Fuukusaku speaks, he carries with him a voice that is so beautiful that it would cause the animals of nature to follow closely behind him. He wears an oyster white, cape a that is adhered to both sides of his shoulders, held in place by a pair of rather thin shoulder-plates that are barely visible to the naked eye. He posesses the idiosyncratic trademark of a scar that is at at a fourty five degree angle, that extends from his right eye, to his left cheek.

Bio/History: Born and raised in a small village, was Fuukusaku. The males were sanctioned and removed from the company of females, and were forced for the entirety of their lifetimes to learn martial arts, practice discipline and better themselves as people. It was once said, that the village he'd come from possessed incredible flexibility, nimble ductility versatility and dynamic fighting skill when it came to meele combat, as well as ranged combat. They were fighting specialists, and fighting as well as learning and care-taking were all that the ones from his village knew. They were raised and taught that one who cannot uphold their beliefs is pathetic, dead or alive. That humans are like dice, they can roll themselves in the right direction, or the wrong one. That life, is based on the choices you make, and can change within the drop of a hat. With that being said, they learned that everyone and everything has and will have imperfections. Rather he himself chose to take the vow of silence as a result of this, and if it is ever broken he will be allowed to speak for the rest of his life, but never would he go without punishing himself for breaking a vow that is supposed to last a lifetime.

Other details: Fuukusaku tends to be alone, and often times is found sitting about within areas that are outside of typical society. He loves nature, and enjoys the solitude and silence of meditating within forested areas. Taking a long gaze at the skies, and enjoying the peeks of the great blue dome painted with white clouds. He enjoys practicing tai chi, when he is alone, and tends not to trust very many people, but if he considers someone to be his friend. He would more then willingly die for those people.

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Have you read the rules and do you agree to follow them?: yeah,and I suppose I was supposed to put the word "bottle" in here somewhere..
 
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Welcome! Haha I had to highlight your form to read it because it's really bright in the house right now :P But he's all good to go and I'm off to add him to the list now!
 
I really want to jump in on the RP but I'm confused as to where to start and if whoever controls the queen is on etc
 
I really want to jump in on the RP but I'm confused as to where to start and if whoever controls the queen is on etc
Lala, our GM, controls the Queen. There's a few things going on, but I imagine you can jump in at anytime arriving at the kingdom. That's how I saw most members jump in.
 
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xD What he said.

I know who's definitely being offered the first Noble position when I make it a thing...lol :P
 
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0.0, it's the Queen's throne room. And she's not there. And the char is completely outlandish. Yet, no one would give him a second look? That's like saying Herzius hid in a crowd.
 
0.0, it's the Queen's throne room. And she's not there. And the char is completely outlandish. Yet, no one would give him a second look? That's like saying Herzius hid in a crowd.

Oh, forgot to add, it's also almost night time. When guards boost in numbers and such. I mean, it's not a big deal, just seems, well, odd. Though, certainly, possible, to an extent.
 
Please move all further comments and conversations to the Kingdom of Astaeron OOC. K thanks.
 
Yeah, this thread should only be for posting characters and me to approve them. If you want to comment on a newly-created character here you can, but conversation should be kept to the OOC thread or PMs.