Fantasy Last Lights

[Beaurmont]

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By the way, please do not place a character unless I actually accept you to join the RP. I don't need random CS cloggin' mah shizz. Just ask, and you'll prob be able to join.​

 

[Alirofgar]

-Rayon


-20


-Dragon/Wolf


-6'2


-Black spiky fur cover his body that is as hard as dragon scales and just as fire proof. A long dog like mouth with vicious teeth meet his opponents first, and to his friends the soft green eyes. Dragon wings sprout from his back.


- Kind, Very protective, sick since of humor, in battle is very cocky and confident. stands by his beliefs and morals. strong soul, can be very dark if in a tough spot. can be feral.


-gauntlets and leg armor made out of a special alloy that can change depending on the type of magic the user uses. beginner electric, and fire magic. self augmentation.


-Rayon is a shady figure cast in shadows and mystery. He himself remembers nothing specifically about his past before the age of 13. After that age however he can remember it very well. For five years he roamed the streets of Ranga as a powerhouse and right man hand for the king of the underworld. He isnt like the other thugs though. He has a kind and loveing heart and will only protect who he wants to.


-other ability's include wings, sharp claws, a naturally attune with the land and animals, stealth, power over shadows street and survival smarts

 

[albin0fox]

Name: Katos


Age: 38


Race: Serpent morph


Height: 6’ 3”


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Appearance: Katos has a relatively humanoid figure, with a lean but powerful build. His form is festooned with deep dark green scales that frame his bone structure against deeply tanned skin which is tattooed all along the left side. His tail was severed over a decade ago, and he has since relearned to fight without the extra limb.


His face is slim and somewhat more elongated about the muzzle, his eyes are an unblinking gold, and his somewhat feathery brown hair is pulled back at the nape of his neck in a leather band, continuing down just between his shoulders.


He wears a mask to protect his senses from the overwhelming smells of towns and cities, but usually goes without while on the road or in camp.


His hands, he normally keeps gloved to keep from damaging his clothing, weapon and companions with his talons, however he can extend them through the tough fabric if need be.


Personality: Katos is a somewhat shadowy fellow, and intimidating to boot. As a serpent morph, his natural predator instincts provide him with a natural affinity for melee combat, but he is also rather lazy, preferring to deal with nuisances by way of his Gravi-cannon shotgun. Though most commonly, he simply uses it as a tool for intimidation and “information gathering”.


He doesn’t speak much, as he chooses his words carefully and uses as few as possible. He finds that the less he speaks, the more he can listen. As such, Katos values knowledge above most material things, and is usually the go-to for obscure information. His voice is a gentile, but gravely tenor, and surprisingly warm. On occasion one might hear him purr, a rapid clicking that unnerves most people. This is simply a natural expression of feeling comfortable and relaxed, usually after smoking one of his infamous "cigars".


Overall, Katos is a protective sort, which is uncommon for his kind; preferring to act as a distructive shield than a combatant. It surprises most people who haven’t known him for a while, because on the outside he seems to be incapable of complex emotion, rarely showing much more emotional depth than the faintest frown or smirk. But those who have seen him after a fight remember all too well the wild glow in his serpentine eyes, and the twisted, manic grin upon his face.


Bio: He doesn’t reveal much about his past, simply because it is rather uninteresting…or so he says. There is evidence however of past hardships of a dire nature. His unusually vast emergency medical skills are not something that can be gained without… extensive experience.


Weapon: his only weapon is a double barrel sawed off shotgun. An unremarkable, if not beautifully crafted weapon until he fires its gravity pulse ammunition.


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[Myr Echidni]

Name: Myr Echidni (Honestly, who else would you expect?)


Age: Hard to tell by appearance because kitsunes always look young, but his real age is about 21.


Race: Kitsune


Height: 6'1''


Appearance: Long hair clear down to his ass colored blood-crimson red. Has streaks of silvery white through it. He lacks human ears, but one would never tell due to his hair. He instead has semi-large fox ears on the top of his head. Fair white skin that somehow does not burn no matter how long he's in the sunlight. People attribute it to his fox magic. He's relatively lean, which is strange considering his choice of weapon. 9 bushy fox tails extend from his backside, colored the same as his hair. The tips quickly blend to a silvery white. (Just imagine what Tails from Sonic's tails look like. The change in color is similar for Myr.) He's found often wearing an oriental robe that leaves his left arm, shoulder, and slant of his left side exposed. It's colored a deep, beautiful shade of violet that blends to blood crimson red the same color as his hair down near the edges of his "pants" and sleeves. Wears steel fingerless gauntlets to protect his hands. He has deep-amethyst colored, cat eyes.


Personality: Calm and go-with-the-flow. Belligerent drunk. He's rather patient, but his fuse can blow extremely easily under the right conditions. He has explosive anger problems, most often resulting in him going in a rampage and trying to destroy everything around him with his massive greatsword. He likes being petted, but will get annoyed and retaliate if it's by someone he doesn't like.


Bio: The first thing you'd notice about him is that he's always calm. Myr is an extremely laid back person who likes to go with the flow. Because he's a kitsune, however, he's been scorned by society for being a beast morph; a child born of the union between light and darkness. Everywhere he went, people would look on in disgust and disdain. Shopkeepers would refuse to sell him anything; innkeepers would tell him to go sleep in the gutter. He was treated like absolute shit wherever he went, resulting in him developing an inferiority complex and extreme anger problems. He was born with all nine of his tails, which is an extremely rare mutation in any kitsune, as they often do not gain their ninth tail for hundreds of years. Despite having all nine of his tails, he has about the same power as a kitsune with only 3 tails. (LSS: He was born with all nine, but his powers age as if he grew his tails over time like a normal kitsune. Currently, 6 of his tails are pretty much purely aesthetic.) He has a...well pronounced fondness for women with large breasts, and is openly pervy. He hits on literally everyone while drunk. He likes being pet like a cat. He feels lonely most of the time, and desires true companionship.


Weapon: A large greatsword about the size of his body. Similar in appearance to the Lion's Bane from Monster Hunter

Keep in mind I said SIMILAR. It's double sided with small projections on the blunt of the blade from the base to the top, which progressively get larger. The one at the top is about the size of a fist. These function like rockets to push the blade and give a higher swinging velocity. They're fueled by his kitsune magic.


As a born kitsune, he has a natural affinity for magic, and possesses telekinesis/psychic abilities, and a special type of magic known commonly as "Fox Fire." While known as Fox FIRE, it is not limited solely to fire. He has the power to control the basic elements, but isn't very good at any of them other than, ironically, fire. His flames glow a bright cyan/teal blue, which mix with a blood red flame the angrier he gets.


By sheer practice, he's developed the ability to fuel his physical strength and magic with his apparently bottomless rage, increasing their power exponentially. Pissing him off in the wrong sort of way is the LAST thing you want to do in battle.


Other: He used to be a member of Aeula's Covenant, but left due to being ostracized constantly by his peers. He is currently a member of the Wayfarer's Guild, but even now he considers leaving because everyone treats him like shit due to his being a beast-morph. I might add more if I can think of anything else.


Kie you can bet your ass I'm not writing rule number 8 here. OP is I'm uncultured and you know it asswipe.

 

[Beaurmont]

All three above accepted, I liked yours personally Myr.


@Bluedude42

 

[remembervvinter]

Name: Verrona (Ver) Illidriane


Age: 19


Race: Elvish


Height: 5'5


Appearance:

• Long light green or yellowish hair that reaches to her mid-back, and is always let down loose
  
• Bright green eyes
  
• Pale skin with a rosy hue
  
• Usual attire is shown in the picture
  
• Carries a large bow and a quiver full of arrows that are always strapped to her torso and carried on her back
  
• Large breasts (as seen...==")
  
• Pointed ears which is normal for her race
  
• Usually has her bangs parted to the side
  
• Slim face, small nose, and small lips
  
• Slim, busty figure
  

Personality: Overall, Verrona is a very ecstatic, head strong girl, and is not afraid to jump into battle. She prefers not to hold back on her attacks, and believes that going all out with your strength is what it takes to win. However, this attitude causes her to become very stubborn and reckless, not noticing the damage she's done to her surroundings until she defeats her enemy, which is quite a hassle to take care of since she has to deal with the angry citizens. Although she usually appears optimistic, she strongly despises the dark demons who come to create destruction, wanting to eradicate them all at once. This attitude causes her personality to change slightly in battle, from a willful warrior with a sense of justice to a fighter who is slightly sadistic towards her enemies, usually taking longer than normal to finish them off. Sometimes Verrona goes a little too far, and requires help from her comrades to help her snap back to normal. Despite the small setback, Verrona is overall a very good friend, and usually accepts everyone, whether mixed or not. She is very protective over her comrades.


Bio: Verrona prefers to not talk about her past, since she lost something great: her loved ones. She was born in an old fashioned, rural village, and one day large demons landed in and eradicated everything. Every last house, every field, every villager.. Verrona had just returned from a hunt that was supposed to be for dinner, but little did she know that it would be the last family dinner that would never happen. What she came back to was a wasteland of destruction. Her mother, her father, and even her beloved baby sister perished. Ever since then, she held a grudge against demons, and swore to herself that she would avenge her family, her friends, and her village.


Now, she is doing just what she wanted to: fighting back. Verrona is a proud member of Wayfarer's Legion, and is highly respected, not because of her race as one of the original five, but because of her strength. Despite her slim frame, she is strong enough to effortlessly carry her large bow, which is usually heavy for most people, although it's not impossible for others to carry it as well. Normally, Verrona can be easily recognized because she gets along well with people in villages, guilds, etc. However, some people disapprove of her kindness towards the mixed population, but Verrona disregards them. She gets along with kids especially well.


Weapon: Verrona carries a white large bow that is beautifully sculptured, and is decorated with streaks and dots of blue and green. She shoots arrows that are infused with power enhancement magic, and the tips of the arrows are made with a special metal called narcoliuem. Narcoliuem is very valuable material, because it can actually pierce through a demon's skin and can cause damage.


She also carries many throwing knives as a last resort, and they're usually hidden all over under her clothing.


Other: Verrona carries a necklace that has her old village's pendant as the charm, however she doesn't wear it. Instead, she hangs it in her room and usually looks at it to remind her of what happened so that she won't ever forget of her fury and hatred towards the demons. She is very protective over it as well. Also, Verrona is a horrible cook. Her food will look delicious, but be aware of the taste. Anything simple is fine, but just don't expect her to make anything gourmet that actually tastes gourmet.


op is best

 

[Beaurmont]

Name: Haerik

Age: 25

Race: Halfling, Minotaur

Height: 8'2

Appearance(can use picture):
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Personality: Loud and boisterous, people know when he enters a room. Haerik is not a very intelligent beast, and sometimes has trouble comprehending complex language. To avoid seeming like an idiot he speaks in short statements and often uses body language to reply. He has a deep and gruff voice, one that booms and is easily heard. Different than most Minotaur, he is rather mellow and tries to control his temper accordingly. However, sometimes you can't avoid your natural instincts and he himself will go into a blind rage. Once like that there is no talking him out of it. His rampages usually result in him tackling through everything in sight. The only way to stop him is restrain him and wait for it to subside or take him down. Has a deep and personal pain when remembering the past, if talked about he gets upset and can fall into a rage.

Bio: Not much of a past. Born and raised in a tribe far from the sentient races lands, where they won't be attacked by Humans. Later on in his life, he was outcasted for expressing kindness to a wandering merchant who lost his way. Betrayed by his own kind, hated and discriminated by the sentient, he was alone in the world. He survived simply by hunting and ransacking any travelers he came across.

Weapon: An axe he came across from a fresh battlefield.

Other: Its short and sweet cause my imagination has been destroyed by plot. YAY

 

Name: Verrona (Ver) Illidriane


Age: 19


Race: Elvish


Height: 5'5


Appearance:

• Long light green or yellowish hair that reaches to her mid-back, and is always let down loose
  
• Bright green eyes
  
• Pale skin with a rosy hue
  
• Usual attire is shown in the picture
  
• Carries a large bow and a quiver full of arrows that are always strapped to her torso and carried on her back
  
• Large breasts (as seen...==")
  
• Pointed ears which is normal for her race
  
• Usually has her bangs parted to the side
  
• Slim face, small nose, and small lips
  
• Slim, busty figure
  

Personality: Overall, Verrona is a very ecstatic, head strong girl, and is not afraid to jump into battle. She prefers not to hold back on her attacks, and believes that going all out with your strength is what it takes to win. However, this attitude causes her to become very stubborn and reckless, not noticing the damage she's done to her surroundings until she defeats her enemy, which is quite a hassle to take care of since she has to deal with the angry citizens. Although she usually appears optimistic, she strongly despises the dark demons who come to create destruction, wanting to eradicate them all at once. This attitude causes her personality to change slightly in battle, from a willful warrior with a sense of justice to a fighter who is slightly sadistic towards her enemies, usually taking longer than normal to finish them off. Sometimes Verrona goes a little too far, and requires help from her comrades to help her snap back to normal. Despite the small setback, Verrona is overall a very good friend, and usually accepts everyone, whether mixed or not. She is very protective over her comrades.


Bio: Verrona prefers to not talk about her past, since she lost something great: her loved ones. She was born in an old fashioned, rural village, and one day large demons landed in and eradicated everything. Every last house, every field, every villager.. Verrona had just returned from a hunt that was supposed to be for dinner, but little did she know that it would be the last family dinner that would never happen. What she came back to was a wasteland of destruction. Her mother, her father, and even her beloved baby sister perished. Ever since then, she held a grudge against demons, and swore to herself that she would avenge her family, her friends, and her village.


Now, she is doing just what she wanted to: fighting back. Verrona is a proud member of Wayfarer's Legion, and is highly respected, not because of her race as one of the original five, but because of her strength. Despite her slim frame, she is strong enough to effortlessly carry her large bow, which is usually heavy for most people, although it's not impossible for others to carry it as well. Normally, Verrona can be easily recognized because she gets along well with people in villages, guilds, etc. However, some people disapprove of her kindness towards the mixed population, but Verrona disregards them. She gets along with kids especially well.


Weapon: Verrona carries a white large bow that is beautifully sculptured, and is decorated with streaks and dots of blue and green. She shoots arrows that are infused with power enhancement magic, and the tips of the arrows are made with a special metal called narcoliuem. Narcoliuem is very valuable material, because it can actually pierce through a demon's skin and can cause damage.


She also carries many throwing knives as a last resort, and they're usually hidden all over under her clothing.


Other: Verrona carries a necklace that has her old village's pendant as the charm, however she doesn't wear it. Instead, she hangs it in her room and usually looks at it to remind her of what happened so that she won't ever forget of her fury and hatred towards the demons. She is very protective over it as well. Also, Verrona is a horrible cook. Her food will look delicious, but be aware of the taste. Anything simple is fine, but just don't expect her to make an amazing stew or cake.


op is best

Well done. You are accepted my dear.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

• Vysesa Sinaran
• Calixto

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  Have you come here to watch yourself burn?

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Age
  
  
  Looks to be 23. Is actually around the age of 1,245
  
  Race
  
  
  Fire demoness
  
  Height
  
  
  5'9"
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  It is no surprise Vysesa has a dark heart; something that was never gentle nor kind to begin with. She is cruel, and like any other demon existing in the world, a monster. Vysesa is oddly calm upon first meeting someone, and often this leaves her as a mystery to most. It is rare to find a demoness acting with such maturity. Others are naturally drawn to her like a bee to a nectar-filled flower, but she hides thorns under those vibrant petals. Her 'calmness' is simply a persona perceived by others. In truth, Vysesa is one of the most evil beings that roam the lands, and not one person has been smart enough to realize it until the very end.
  
  
  Underneath that hard layer of falseness is a burning fire that is fueled by hatred. She despises anyone she meets no matter who they are. But Vysesa is extremely talented in not showing it. Being the ruthless woman she is, Vysesa is a huge intimidation factor to almost everyone who has walked in her direction. Her methods and actions are completely unpredictable. No one has been able to foresee anything she does, even the most skilled of mages who possess the power of illusion. Vysesa has taught herself over the years to be a master manipulator, using either speech, or pain to get what she wants.
  
  
  Bio
  
  
  Like any demon born from the hell fire, Vysesa's heart immediately was tainted by the touch of darkness. She never experienced love, happiness, nor sadness. Only hatred that burned eternally within her. Since the beginning of time, parents have been nonexistent to a demon child. The fire is the womb that harbors them until a demon is ready to be born from the ashes. Since day one, Vysesa has lived alone on the edge of nothing; a simple life that shaped her into the cold-hearted woman she is today. Before Vysesa met Calixto, she was a demon lost in her own fire.
  
  
  A Kitsune priest and a fire demon seemed to be the most unlikely pair, but the two shared the same harsh realities, and in time, a strong bond was formed between them. A priest on the run from unknown affairs, Calixto ended up journeying with Vysesa until they had explored every inch of the world.
  
  
  Weapon
  
  
  Vysesa prefers to not use a weapon. Her fire oriented powers are extremely powerful, and more useful than a sword or a bow. But if the time comes and it is the only option she has left, Vysesa will wield a sword or use a bow for protection.
  
  Other
  
  
  Her acquaintance, Calixto, has been traveling with her for a thousand years.
  
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  You would be surprised, my friend, about how fast a person can change. Calixto to a lonely wanderer

  
  
  Age
  
  
  Unknown, but his age is ancient.
  
  
  Race
  
  
  Kitsune
  
  
  Height
  
  
  Is 5'6" if he stands up straight. His slouching causes him to be 5'4"
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Commonly described as one of the wisest beings alive, Calixto is a puzzle most cannot figure out. He enjoys the company of others, but isolates himself often to avoid a conflict that remains unknown. Like Vysesa, he is a mystery. Calixto is not evil; not in the least. His intentions and words have always meant well, and violence has never been an option for him. But even when he is happy, Calixto's eyes hold a certain longing and sadness to them that no one has been able to understand.
  
  
  Calixto is simply one of those rare individuals who would never betray another; someone who sticks up for you although he knows you are wrong. Calixto is easily one of the most intelligent individuals out there, and always seems to find a solution for everything. To picture him with an evil fire demoness is nearly impossible, but she would never survive without him in a way that cannot be explained.
  
  
  Bio
  
  
  For as long as he could remember, Calixto had been a priest in the Church of Aether for practically his entire life. He trained, learned, and served there until his years of youth were long gone. He was the happiest he had ever been among his brothers, and decided to stay with them until he reached his final days. But his endless happiness, eventually came to an end. Calixto had seen something he was not supposed to see, and after sitting there in silence, he finally realized who his brothers really were.
  
  
  What happened in that room on that night was something Calixto has always wished to erase from his mind, but he knew that was not possible. Backstabbers, thieves, and bloodthirsty maniacs, the men he grew up with chose the path of necromancy instead of a purified path of light. In panic, Calixto made the decision to leave. He fled the next morning, not wishing to stay another day near the people he once called brothers. His journeying seemed to last for an eternity as he scrambled through the night a different man.
  
  
  As he wandered, Calixto realized he was no longer wandering, but searching for something. A glowing orange light caught his eye, and he was drawn to it like a moth to a streetlight. Calixto followed it, until a woman stood in front of him in the middle of an abandoned road. Her eyes were the source of the glow, and upon seeing her appearance, it was quite obvious what species she was. The bond that formed between them was odd, but Calixto saw goodness in her. He made the choice to join her, despite how she felt about the decision. Over time, Calixto began to guide her towards a new life.
  
  
  Weapon
  
  
  Calixto knows very ancient magic he learned from his days as a priest in the Church of Aether, but he does not use it often. He is a master in martial arts, and his cane is secretly a weapon.
  
  
  Other
  
  
  N/A
  
  
  

 

[Beaurmont]

[QUOTE="The Velveteen Rabbit]

• Vysesa Sinaran
• Calixto

• 
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  ​
  
  
  
  

  Have you come here to watch yourself burn?

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Age
  
  
  Looks to be 23. Is actually around the age of 1,245
  
  Race
  
  
  Fire demoness
  
  Height
  
  
  5'9"
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  It is no surprise Vysesa has a dark heart; something that was never gentle nor kind to begin with. She is cruel, and like any other demon existing in the world, a monster. Vysesa is oddly calm upon first meeting someone, and often this leaves her as a mystery to most. It is rare to find a demoness acting with such maturity. Others are naturally drawn to her like a bee to a nectar-filled flower, but she hides thorns under those vibrant petals. Her 'calmness' is simply a persona perceived by others. In truth, Vysesa is one of the most evil beings that roam the lands, and not one person has been smart enough to realize it until the very end.
  
  
  Underneath that hard layer of falseness is a burning fire that is fueled by hatred. She despises anyone she meets no matter who they are. But Vysesa is extremely talented in not showing it. Being the ruthless woman she is, Vysesa is a huge intimidation factor to almost everyone who has walked in her direction. Her methods and actions are completely unpredictable. No one has been able to foresee anything she does, even the most skilled of mages who possess the power of illusion. Vysesa has taught herself over the years to be a master manipulator, using either speech, or pain to get what she wants.
  
  
  Bio
  
  
  Like any demon born from the hell fire, Vysesa's heart immediately was tainted by the touch of darkness. She never experienced love, happiness, nor sadness. Only hatred that burned eternally within her. Since the beginning of time, parents have been nonexistent to a demon child. The fire is the womb that harbors them until a demon is ready to be born from the ashes. Since day one, Vysesa has lived alone on the edge of nothing; a simple life that shaped her into the cold-hearted woman she is today. Before Vysesa met Calixto, she was a demon lost in her own fire.
  
  
  A Kitsune priest and a fire demon seemed to be the most unlikely pair, but the two shared the same harsh realities, and in time, a strong bond was formed between them. A priest on the run from unknown affairs, Calixto ended up journeying with Vysesa until they had explored every inch of the world.
  
  
  Weapon
  
  
  Vysesa prefers to not use a weapon. Her fire oriented powers are extremely powerful, and more useful than a sword or a bow. But if the time comes and it is the only option she has left, Vysesa will wield a sword or use a bow for protection.
  
  Other
  
  
  Her acquaintance, Calixto, has been traveling with her for a thousand years.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  You would be surprised, my friend, on how fast a person can change. Calixto to a lonely wanderer

  
  
  Age
  
  
  Unknown, but his age is ancient.
  
  
  Race
  
  
  Kitsune
  
  
  Height
  
  
  Is 5'6" if he stands up straight. His slouching causes him to be 5'4"
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Commonly described as one of the wisest beings alive, Calixto is a puzzle most cannot figure out. He enjoys the company of others, but isolates himself often to avoid a conflict that remains unknown. Like Vysesa, he is a mystery. Calixto is not evil; not in the least. His intentions and words have always meant well, and violence has never been an option for him. But even when he is happy, Calixto's eyes hold a certain longing and sadness to them that no one has been able to understand.
  
  
  Calixto is simply one of those rare individuals who would never betray another; someone who sticks up for you although he knows you are wrong. Calixto is easily one of the most intelligent individuals out there, and always seems to find a solution for everything. To picture him with an evil fire demoness is nearly impossible, but she would never survive without him in a way that cannot be explained.
  
  
  Bio
  
  
  For as long as he could remember, Calixto had been a priest in the Church of Aether for practically his entire life. He trained, learned, and served there until his years of youth were long gone. He was the happiest he had ever been among his brothers, and decided to stay with them until he reached his final days. But his endless happiness, eventually came to an end. Calixto had seen something he was not supposed to see, and after sitting there in silence, he finally realized who his brothers really were.
  
  
  What happened in that room on that night was something Calixto has always wished to erase from his mind, but he knew that was not possible. Backstabbers, thieves, and bloodthirsty maniacs, the men he grew up with chose the path of necromancy instead of a purified path of light. In panic, Calixto made the decision to leave. He fled the next morning, not wishing to stay another day near the people he once called brothers. His journeying seemed to last for an eternity as he scrambled through the night a different man.
  
  
  As he wandered, Calixto realized he was no longer wandering, but searching for something. A glowing orange light caught his eye, and he was drawn to it like a moth to a streetlight. Calixto followed it, until a woman stood in front of him in the middle of an abandoned road. Her eyes were the source of the glow, and upon seeing her appearance, it was quite obvious what species she was. The bond that formed between them was odd, but Calixto saw goodness in her. He made the choice to join her, despite how she felt about the decision. Over time, Calixto began to guide her towards a new life.
  
  
  Weapon
  
  
  Calixto knows very ancient magic he learned from his days as a priest in the Church of Aether, but he does not use it often. He is a master in martial arts, and his cane is secretly a weapon.
  
  
  Other
  
  
  N/A
  
  
  

[/QUOTE]
Accepted of course~

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

I am the one who watches. Are you afraid?

• Basics
• About

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  Name : Svarog
  
  
  Age : Unknown
  
  
  Race : Archdemon
  
  
  Height : 8'1"
  
  
  Appearance :
  
  
  An extremely terrifying and intimidating appearance, Svarog's body is armed with razor sharp spikes. Like most demons, he has a pair of horns on his head that are rugged and curl down towards the side of his face. His eyes are two glowing orange orbs filled with an unsettling stare. Scattered around his facial areas are specks of orange in which are very similar to his eyes. Svarog's mouth is one of his most terrifying features. It splits into four mandibles when he's speaking or baring his teeth at an enemy. On the inside of each mandible are rows of teeth.
  
  
  Spoiler

  
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  Personality :
  
  
  Gruesome, vicious, and a cold-blooded killer, Svarog is known for the blood he has spilled, both demon and human. He shows absolutely no mercy to anyone or anything, and he has a tendency to torture his victims first before giving them a slow, painful death. Oddly enough, Svarog knows how to control his temper, and often keeps it hidden. He acts with maturity, but his actions and gestures are filled with hatred and evil.
  
  Bio :
  
  
  Born in the demon realm and raised as a leader of millions, Svarog is easily one of the most powerful and most feared of his brethren. To be born an Archdemon is extremely rare. The fire in which produces the seed of an Archdemon is known as 'black' fire, which harbors flames made from the purest of evil. When an Archdemon is born, the whole realm knows. Svarog was one of the first Archdemons to be born in a 1,000 years, and although he was not the only one alive at the time, he was still a fearsome rarity.
  
  
  Svarog grew stronger by the day, and eventually he was something that even his fellow demons feared. Until one day, he suddenly disappeared. Demons from all over the realm searched for him, but to no avail. A fire demoness had disappeared shortly before his disappearance, so many believed Svarog was in search of her. Week after week, reports of villages being burnt to the ground and innocent people being slaughtered was heard of daily, until eventually Svarog's head was labeled "Most Wanted" on every single guild's bounty boards. No one has been stupid enough to find him yet, and anyone who has tried never returned. It has been unknown where Svarog's location is, even to this day.
  
  Weapon :
  
  
  A sword made purely from Vesuthian steel; a metal that is forged from the hottest fires and made only by demons. It is unbreakable, and is rumored it can cut through anything. Only a few out of millions have seen a Vesuthian steel sword. Archdemons are the only ones who carry them, and this race of demon are of the highest rank and rarely seen outside of their realms.
  
  
  Other :
  
  
  N/A
  
  
  

 

[Ian Temero]

Character Name and Nickname: Nayacel "Naya" Ker'rosm


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Race: Tsavosan (Cat Morph)

Spoiler

Widely regarded as one of the most human looking of the Morphs subraces, almost the entire race lives exclusively on a tiny tropical island called Tsavos approximately 500 miles off the southern coast of the Darling Kingdom. Sailors fear drifting into their waters as the cat people are known to guard their holy island jealously, attacking ships on sight.


When a Tsavosan comes of age (16) they are encouraged take their Uldii, their Journey, to leave the island for a year and to see the evils of the outside world for themselves.


God you worship: Rak'Thiel; the Tsavosan god of fire, light, and life. (It is believed that Rak'Thiel is simply another name for the god Aether, though even the few Tsavosan that believe in Aether will argue against this.)


Weapons/Strengths: Naya is an expert martial artist, having to defeat all three of her masters before she could claim the title Uthial Ur'r Rak'Thiel; or Lion of Rak'Thiel; an elite sect of warriors tasked with the protection of the Tsavosan's holy relic, Rak'Thiel Falnor; Rak'Thiel's Heart. She is acrobatic, quick on her feet, nearly impossible to hit, and the moment you leave yourself open she will attack with lightning fast punches and kicks.


Having bathed in the light of Rak'Thiel's Heart, Naya is able to channel the relic's power in the form of golden flames wreathed around her fists. These holy flames only burn creatures of darkness or those with evil in their hearts.


Personality: Cheerful and full of energy, Naya is the kind of person that you rarely ever see without a smile. She is always willing to help with anything that is asked of her and nothing ever seems to bring her down. Being raised on an isolated island Naya is a little naive as to how the outside world works. One would not guess it but she is very religious and can be found every morning praying to the sun.


Bio: The Tsavosans taught that Rak'Thiel had given them the island and protected them from evil because only they were worthy of it. And that all other races were evil and flawed. Even as a child Nayacel never fully agreed with this elitist view, having a firm belief that the strong were given power not for themselves but so that they could protect the weak. This belief was what led her to forgo her Uldii so that she could train to become one of the Lions of Rak'Thiel. As she was taking her final trial, she was approached by what she believes was Rak'Thiel himself. In this vision he commanded her to go out into the world and to judge for herself if it was truly evil. After hearing of her vision, the Tsavosan Elders begrudgingly sent Naya on her Journey, confidant that she would return to them when her year was up.

 

[Beaurmont]

[QUOTE="Ian Temero]

Character Name and Nickname: Nayacel "Naya" Ker'rosm


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Race: Tsavosan (Cat Morph)

Spoiler

Widely regarded as one of the most human looking of the Morphs subraces, almost the entire race lives exclusively on a tiny tropical island called Tsavos approximately 500 miles off the southern coast of the Darling Kingdom. Sailors fear drifting into their waters as the cat people are known to guard their holy island jealously, attacking ships on sight.


When a Tsavosan comes of age (16) they are encouraged take their Uldii, their Journey, to leave the island for a year and to see the evils of the outside world for themselves.


God you worship: Rak'Thiel; the Tsavosan god of fire, light, and life. (It is believed that Rak'Thiel is simply another name for the god Aether, though even the few Tsavosan that believe in Aether will argue against this.)


Weapons/Strengths: Naya is an expert martial artist, having to defeat all three of her masters before she could claim the title Uthial Ur'r Rak'Thiel; or Lion of Rak'Thiel; an elite sect of warriors tasked with the protection of the Tsavosan's holy relic, Rak'Thiel Falnor; Rak'Thiel's Heart. She is acrobatic, quick on her feet, nearly impossible to hit, and the moment you leave yourself open she will attack with lightning fast punches and kicks.


Having bathed in the light of Rak'Thiel's Heart, Naya is able to channel the relic's power in the form of golden flames wreathed around her fists. These holy flames only burn creatures of darkness or those with evil in their hearts.


Personality: Cheerful and full of energy, Naya is the kind of person that you rarely ever see without a smile. She is always willing to help with anything that is asked of her and nothing ever seems to bring her down. Being raised on an isolated island Naya is a little naive as to how the outside world works. One would not guess it but she is very religious and can be found every morning praying to the sun.


Bio: The Tsavosans taught that Rak'Thiel had given them the island and protected them from evil because only they were worthy of it. And that all other races were evil and flawed. Even as a child Nayacel never fully agreed with this elitist view, having a firm belief that the strong were given power not for themselves but so that they could protect the weak. This belief was what led her to forgo her Uldii so that she could train to become one of the Lions of Rak'Thiel. As she was taking her final trial, she was approached by what she believes was Rak'Thiel himself. In this vision he commanded her to go out into the world and to judge for herself if it was truly evil. After hearing of her vision, the Tsavosan Elders begrudgingly sent Naya on her Journey, confidant that she would return to them when her year was up.


You are accepted my friend! Welcome to the RP. I do like the background and racial additions~

[/QUOTE]

 

[albin0fox]

I love the reference to the TSAVO man eaters

 

[Ian Temero]

Thank you very much, Monty.


This is the second time that i have used this character and you are the very first person to have caught that, Albino. (^U^)

 

[divyansh]

Erm, is this still open ?


Man seriously! You really did put a ton of work into this RP didn't you ? Kudos man and to all you guys/gals in this rp . I have come back to RP nation after a while and its good to see that there are still some great role players here. ( sadly can't find a moderate leveled RP :/ all casual ).


Anyways GREAT WORK! Was fun reading it. I might just lurk and see you all RP don't mind me >-<

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

@Beaurmont


Oi, Monty! Why not let him join?


@divyansh


And I'm glad you enjoy reading our roleplay! Means a lot! (And I hear ya. Not many good high quality roleplays on here anymore >.>).

 

[Myr Echidni]

Erm, is this still open ?
Man seriously! You really did put a ton of work into this RP didn't you ? Kudos man and to all you guys/gals in this rp . I have come back to RP nation after a while and its good to see that there are still some great role players here. ( sadly can't find a moderate leveled RP :/ all casual ).


Anyways GREAT WORK! Was fun reading it. I might just lurk and see you all RP don't mind me >-<

Thanks for the compliment mate. It was an idea originally by Bluedude, but Beaurmont started it cuz he's faster at this sort of thing. Currently, Beaurmont is on vacation, so check back in maybe a week's time or so. Not sure when he's supposed to come back. And if you DO decide to join, you'll need to join our facebook chat. It's mostly chaotic bullshit, but we DO go on topic. Sometimes. rarely.

 

[divyansh]

Cool! I will wait for Beaumont then.


Totally have no problem with any Fb chat....frankly i am happy that its on Fb :') Tried on downloading random apps which i don't even use.

 

[Archive]

This roleplay looks interesting, and I've love to make a character. Are you folks still accepting applications? And yes, if you look at my profile, you'll see I'm a total newbie here. But I'm enchanted by the level of detail in the RP here, and would love a slice of the action.


Love me! ;~;

 

[ronnydazzler]

I'm interested as well. I've been waiting for a detailed roleplay, and particularly this environment: I too love the idea of medieval high fantasy combined with steam-punk.


I'll wait for a reply for when Beaurmont returns from vacation.

 

[Myr Echidni]

Holy piss there are a lot of you. Didn't think it would be this popular; originally it was just a thing between our friend group. But anyway, as stated, wait for Beaurmont to get back from vacation and he will decide. And ronny, there's no steampunk. Just medieval-style fantasy.

 

[Archive]

I'll be perfectly okay with sitting it out, if you're flooded with recruits. But I suppose it all hangs on Beaurmont's word anyway, so my offer is apropos of nothing I guess.

 

[divyansh]

<-< xD now I feel like an intruder :'(


Anyways man as i said before u guys did make a good rp ~_~ its obvious that others will like to hop in :3

 

[ronnydazzler]

[QUOTE="Myr Echidni]Holy piss there are a lot of you. Didn't think it would be this popular; originally it was just a thing between our friend group. But anyway, as stated, wait for Beaurmont to get back from vacation and he will decide. And ronny, there's no steampunk. Just medieval-style fantasy.

[/QUOTE]
Oh, I'm sorry! Like others have said, if it's too crowded, then no sweat. As far as the setting, I was referencing this:

Story Settings


This time takes place in a Medieval fantasy/ Semi-Steam punk time. There is machinerywhich is powered by magical energy...

 

[Myr Echidni]

>This time takes place in a Medieval fantasy/ Semi-Steam punk time. There is machinerywhich is powered by magical energy...


When the fuck did Bluedude work THAT in?


 
You know what, now that I think about it he probably did that when he mentioned it was supposed to be kinda like a RWBY fan story.