Fantasy Oblivion: Gone but not forgotten

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This World

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Name: Carlysle Sandell


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Short Bio: Carlysle, or "L" as his friends call him, is an energetic young activist who works part time in one of the branches of Amnesty International on weekdays, and volunteers in the Child Abuse Prevention Center on weekends. He is the only son of a politician, and was recently transferred to a new school after he shamed the principal of his previous school by posting a video in yopipe.com revealing the man embezzling school funds. The principal was a strong supporter of his father, and so Carlysle is currently in bad terms with his old man, but he doesn't regret it.


Personality: Shameless Prankster. Dauntless and willful, with the courage to act on his decisions. Carlysle's topics of conversation revolve mainly around politics, philosophy, current events, and real time strategy war games. He loves chess, reading, Call of Duty, and is a great team player in League of Legends, and DOTA 2. He doesn't like spicy food, spiders, and hates bullies most of all.

Previous World

Name: Queen Sandell


Age: 25


Gender: Female


Personality: A confident and calm leader, quick to adapt, free-thinking and intelligent.


Position: Queen


Magic: Reflective and Nullification magic


1. Silence || a spell that prevents enemies in a 100m. radius from casting spells for a few minutes.


2. Reflect || a magical barrier that redirects attacks


3. Repulsion Sphere || a spell that creates a 100m. radius sphere that pushes enemies and their projectile attacks away.


4. Portal || Creates and closes wormholes.


6. Mind Link || Allows instant telepathic communication and the ability to use the other's senses. Targets must be willing.


7. Sentry || Summons ethereal owls barely visible during the day, and practically invisible at night. These owls can see in the dark and listen as well as true owls. The Queen uses them as spies, seeing and listening through them.


Equipment: Warlock Staff and Battle Dress


Last Memory:


She stood within the chamber of The Gate, ancient magic rippling and tearing through her hands as she chanted the spell that would break the Hermetic Seal. Outside the sealed doors her warriors were dying. Loud splitting noises and thunderous crashes rocked the foundations as the Fear broke through.


She glanced back and saw the nightmare terror rise up like a black mountain to swallow her. Like a storm of darkness crashing down a single wavering light, it thundered down and crashed as it hit an invisible wall.


The queen cried out in pain and kneeled on one knee. She could not see anymore as the magic she could barely control shot up her body and leaked through her eyes. She raised one persevering hand to keep the darkness at bay and her other that was being torn asunder to continue opening the gate.


"Open . . . OPEN . . . OPEN!" A flash of blinding light swallowed her and overpowered the darkness that recoiled, but couldn't escape. In that instant, the queen breathed a last sigh of peace.


@too much idea , done.

Accepted.

 

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@Moatman[/URL] , Alistair just joined the ranks of Elite knight


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@Moatman @H A R P Y @Blackrose7 @Zer0 @Masked Imperial @StoneWolf18 @ShyEra


Hopefully, the RP could begin in one/two days, where all the characters are busy with whatever they are doing in the school festival until the main performance started. The loud voice and cheering as well as the crowd will trigger the memory.

 

[H A R P Y]

• The Pierrot
• The Magpie

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  ? Lulah Brahms ?
  
  ? 17 y/o ?
  
  ? Female ?
  
  
  
  

  A P P E A R A N C E

  
  
  Height :: 5'4"
  
  Weight :: 128 lbs
  
  Build :: Ectomorph
  
  Lulah stands shorter than many of her builds with a stocky frame that is far from athletic. She keeps her mousy-brown hair long and loose, only tied up when performing some physical task. Lulah can often be seen with a pensive or daydreaming expression, her eyes gazing past others as though looking through a window to some faraway land. As far as style is concerned, she is satisfied in plain blue jeans, a loose t-shirt and cardigan--whatever is most comfortable and allows her to move without hindrance.

  H I S T O R Y

  
  
  Lulah was born an only child as average as can be. She is dearly loved by her mother and father, passes her classes with no special remarks, and goes about her mundane life without complaint. With such doting parents and her mutt of a dog Tally, she has never wanted for nothing--a heavy contrast from her former life. Perhaps her only remarkable trait is her excellence in social subjects; history, lore, anthropology, she shines in every branch as though she has lived it herself.
  
  However, despite all of this, she feels as though something is missing, as though there is a massive hole inside her mind. The ache of this feeling seems to grow with every passing day since the nightmares first began.
  
  But she ignores it and continues about her supposed ordinary life. It's probably nothing, anyway...

  P E R S O N A L I T Y

  
  
  Much like her mundane way of life, Lulah sees herself as plain and unappealing. She cannot find interest in any particular hobby, unless caring for Tally counts, and has no wish to search for one. As far as her social life is concerned, she will offer a polite nod to passing peers or engage in quick small talk should she be approached, but never go further than that. Even in regards to her parents, she prefers Tally to people. Without the threat of a war-ravaged land like in the old world, Lulah has grown soft and and her spark snuffed. She holds no passion nor drive to discover the world or herself.

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  ? Guenore of the Red Rook ?
  
  ? 26 y/o ?
  
  ? Female ?
  
  
  
  

  A P P E A R A N C E

  
  
  Height :: 5'7"
  
  Weight :: 123 lbs
  
  Build :: Ectomorph
  
  Guenore stands with a tall, lithe frame, her bones covered in thick muscle. She keeps her brown hair cropped short for both utility and style. The sparks of mischief and arrogance can often be seen alight in her gaze, and a confident smile curls her lips to match. She prefers loose clothes in dark colors for dress--dark purples and blues, greys and blacks--and paints her minimal armor to match so that she blends easily into the night.
  
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  | E | Q | U | I | P | M | E | N | T |
  
  Guenore wears light armor, a mix of steel and leather, over cotton clothes. Leather gloves cover her hands to protect from callous. Around her waist is a matching leather belt with copper fastenings, tied to which are pouches of various sizes containing herbs, scraps of food, coin, and small knives. Strapped to each of her thighs are misericordes, her preferred weapon. She keeps a basic shortbow and quiver at her back, though they are rarely used.
  
  As a maid, however, she is much more limited. She stashed her weapons in a foxhole outside the castle to avoid suspicion and keeps only a dagger sheathed inside her boot.

  H I S T O R Y

  
  
  Guenore's was a common story--that of an little peasant girl orphaned by the disastrous Nightmare. But unlike many of her peers, she rose in rank. Peasant life had taught her the basics of thieving and her orphan years improved those skills. What started out as snatching up scraps and the occasional fallen coin soon evolved to full-on pick-pocketing and jewel burgling. She would sell what she could and use the coin to buy food, clothes, weapons, whatever she needed. It wasn't long before others began to take notice.
  
  A young thieves guild known as the Red Rooks heard whispers of a girl growing greedy. They found her, took her in, raised her. They honed her skills and pushed magic in her mind and she grew wildly. In a few years' time, none could best her save Crow himself, the leader of them all. But the guild was still small and with the rise of the Fear, its members were quickly dying out. They needed some sort of solution--money, a weapon, something to ensure their success and rise to power.
  
  A rumor had spread fast across the realm that the Queen, so noble and pure, had kept a secret locked away. As the rumor spread, it morphed and people whispered of the secret. It must be something powerful, thought the Red Rooks. It was only natural to send someone to investigate.
  
  The guild opted for the obvious choice: send Guenore to retrieve whatever it was the Queen kept hidden. But with the Elite Guard and other knights on high alert thanks to the monsters ravaging the lands, such a task would not be easy. Instead of her usual sneak-in-the-night tactic, she planned to infiltrate the castle on her own. She would gain the protection of the guard should an attack be launched, as well as the time to search thoroughly. It shouldn't take more than a few days, a week or two at most, so she thought.
  
  She hadn't expected a blinding light to wipe her memory clean...

  P E R S O N A L I T Y

  
  
  Despite the constant threat of monsters and war looming over head, Guenore manages a snarky, confident attitude earned by her skills as a thief. She looks down on others, but this is not to say that she is unkind. Although she dislikes socializing with people, she enjoys the company of animals and even some children depending on their temperament.
  
  Coupled with her condescending attitude is a curiosity for the world's history and other ways of life. When meeting an unfamiliar person, she won't hesitate to ask questions and make her opinion known.

  R O L E

  
  
  Position :: Thief/Maid
  
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  | M | A | G | I | C |
  
  ~ Empathy ~
  
  || The power to fully interpret and replicate emotions, moods, and temperaments of others ||
  
  The closer she is to a person, the better Guenore can sense that person's state of mind and awareness. This power is most powerful via skin-to-skin contact with which she can completely experience that person's current mentality.
  
  ~ Shadow Manipulation ~
  
  || The power to manipulate darkness/shadows ||
  
  This is one of Guenore's most valuable skills as it can allow for invisibility. As long as she is enveloped in a shadow, she can manipulate the intensity of the darkness and use it for cover. Broad daylight renders this skill almost useless while nightfall can allow for full coverage.

  L A S T M E M O R Y

  
  
  Cold and crumbling stone stabbed her back as she pressed closer to the wall.The sounds of booted feet rushing past made her draw the shadows closer, the darkness her lover this frightful night. The torchlight was dim and the guards were busy dealing with the threat of monsters outside the castle gates, thus any discovery of the thief lurking about was slim. But she refused to take even the slightest chance.
  
  She was close... So close, she could feel it in her bones. Just a few more rounded corners and flights of stairs, then miss queeny's secret would belong to none other than a band of thieves.
  
  The steps soon faded and the thief relaxed her stance only to stiffen once more when the castle shuddered. Dust fell from the stone overhead and choked her lungs. The walls muffled screams of mercy and terror from the outside. The Nightmare had finally broken through. She had to move quickly.
  
  But she was stuck. Paralyzed. She tried to take a step forward, will her leg to bend, but nothing happened. Her foot remained planted on the trembling stone floor. A shiver rolled down her spine, a sense of dread creeping along her neck. She never cared much for the monsters plaguing the world; the Nightmare were mere beasts lacking mind, small fry. But this feeling in her gut, this terror and panic, was something else entirely, something new.
  
  Before she could wonder any further, the click of heels slamming stone echoed down the hall. Guenore pulled the darkness in closer, ached for its embrace. A figure ran past, cloaked in white and brown. The steps sounded sure and firm, hasty, yet lacking the panicked sprawl of those sprinting past enemies outside. This was a person with a destination in mind.
  
  Another set of steps reverberated through the walls, though its echo sounded far less human than those before as it scuttled over stone. The rush of air as the two figures tore past the thief in their midst ignited a fit of coughing in Guenore. She hoped to catch a glimpse of the players in this cat and mouse game, but her eyes slammed shut as her lungs heaved. She soon lost track of time and when her chest relaxed and felt that she could move again, the thief turned her head just in time for a bright and blinding light to wipe her consciousness clean.

  
  
  

 

[ShyEra]

Nora Shimuya

Nora the Boxer

Spoiler

Name: Nora Shimuya

Age: 18

Gender: Female






Carefree and, to some degree, stoic, Nora comes across as the sort of person that does nothing but stare daggers. Paradoxically, she is incredibly social and can often be spotted expressing subtle smiles or frowns. Whenever a subject she is not comfortable with arises, she has an almost programmed tendency to avert her gaze. At her most passionate, one will see the woman discussing one of her few hobbies. Finally, in contrast to what she seems to have in interest, she is a great romantic at heart; searching deep enough into her backpack may render a well-known, stereotypical romance novel wrapped in a cloth for secrecy.

Spoiler

Born and raised in a relatively strict, academically accomplishing family. Her brother is a recent PhD graduate, her mother a high-ranking official in the Grand Association of National Science, and finally, her father is a lawyer. However, Nora deviated from the family pattern. Most of her time was spent either in her uncle's 'dojo'. Rather, a large storage unit converted into a boxing gym of sorts. Whilst her academic record is somewhat impressive for her lack of attendance, it does not touch the record of other members of the Shimuya family. Currently the Captain in the boxing club.

Aisha the Redeemer

Name: Ashia O'Ankhe

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Role: Elite Guard





Inappropriate, nonchalant and perhaps 'childish', Ashia wielded respect with her rank rather than mannerism. Her lack of respect for personal space was just as well known as her ability to lead warriors in the heat of battle. A natural leader and skilled warrior, she made a critical addition to not only the Elite Guard, but also anyone willing to take her strategic advice. To her, nothing was taboo or 'inappropriate' - and she was often regarded with caution.

Spoiler

Fighter // Ashia was chosen as an Elite Guard for a reason - her agility, strength and tenancy stand supreme.

Acrobatic // The Guard is frighteningly quick and acrobatic, though the grace and flourish of her movements depends entirely on her stamina.






Long-Sword coupled with a Halberd - plus reinforced, yet typical, full-body steel armor. Iconic winged helm.

Spoiler

'Oi, oi, oi ... this isn't really happening, right?' A wry smile became tainted by a stream of blood running through platinum hair. Ashia was not all too used to seeing her own blood - rather, she had believed she would live forever. But here she was, surrounded by the corpses of both her allies and enemies. 'Atleast the Queen got past. Least I can do is buy her some time.' Eyes narrowed aggressively, yet the wry smile remained - hands tightening around the broken halberd. "Aww . . . got far, didn't you? How cute ---!" The beings snarled and growled, but Aisha only giggled lowly in response. "However-..." Plated boots met dust as she sprinted forward, moving to pierce one of the beings with her broken halberd. A nonchalant, yet casual tone escaped her in contrast to the deep, dark surroundings: "...I'm going to have to have you stop here." The suicidal leap was interrupted by a bright, piercing light. Yet, the woman had sprung into the maws of what she believed to be death with that same, wide smile on her face.

 

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Nora Shimuya

Nora the Boxer

Spoiler

Name: Nora Shimuya

Age: 18

Gender: Female





Carefree and, to some degree, stoic, Nora comes across as the sort of person that does nothing but stare daggers. Paradoxically, she is incredibly social and can often be spotted expressing subtle smiles or frowns. Whenever a subject she is not comfortable with arises, she has an almost programmed tendency to avert her gaze. At her most passionate, one will see the woman discussing one of her few hobbies. Finally, in contrast to what she seems to have in interest, she is a great romantic at heart; searching deep enough into her backpack may render a well-known, stereotypical romance novel wrapped in a cloth for secrecy.





Born and raised in a relatively strict, academically accomplishing family. Her brother is a recent PhD graduate, her mother a high-ranking official in the Grand Association of National Science, and finally, her father is a lawyer. However, Nora deviated from the family pattern. Most of her time was spent either in her uncle's 'dojo'. Rather, a large storage unit converted into a boxing gym of sorts. Whilst her academic record is somewhat impressive for her lack of attendance, it does not touch the record of other members of the Shimuya family. Currently the Captain in the boxing club.

Aisha the Redeemer

Name: Ashia O'Ankhe

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Role: Elite Guard

Spoiler

Inappropriate, nonchalant and perhaps 'childish', Ashia wielded respect with her rank rather than mannerism. Her lack of respect for personal space was just as well known as her ability to lead warriors in the heat of battle. A natural leader and skilled warrior, she made a critical addition to not only the Elite Guard, but also anyone willing to take her strategic advice. To her, nothing was taboo or 'inappropriate' - and she was often regarded with caution.





Fighter // Ashia was chosen as an Elite Guard for a reason - her agility, strength and tenancy stand supreme.

Acrobatic // The Guard is frighteningly quick and acrobatic, though the grace and flourish of her movements depends entirely on her stamina.





Long-Sword coupled with a Halberd - plus reinforced, yet typical, full-body steel armor. Iconic winged helm.





'Oi, oi, oi ... this isn't really happening, right?' A wry smile became tainted by a stream of blood running through platinum hair. Ashia was not all too used to seeing her own blood - rather, she had believed she would live forever. But here she was, surrounded by the corpses of both her allies and enemies. 'Atleast the Queen got past. Least I can do is buy her some time.' Eyes narrowed aggressively, yet the wry smile remained - hands tightening around the broken halberd. "Aww . . . got far, didn't you? How cute ---!" The beings snarled and growled, but Aisha only giggled lowly in response. "However-..." Plated boots met dust as she sprinted forward, moving to pierce one of the beings with her broken halberd. A nonchalant, yet casual tone escaped her in contrast to the deep, dark surroundings: "...I'm going to have to have you stop here." The suicidal leap was interrupted by a bright, piercing light. Yet, the woman had sprung into the maws of what she believed to be death with that same, wide smile on her face.

Spoiler

Accepted

 

[Moatman]

I'm okay with that. And also, I may need more time to post my app, due to an internet error.

 

[yoikes]

I'm okay with that. And also, I may need more time to post my app, due to an internet error.

It's OK take your time

 

[yoikes]

mutt of a dog[/URL] Tally, she has never wanted for nothing--a heavy contrast from her former life. Perhaps her only remarkable trait is her excellence in social subjects; history, lore, anthropology, she shines in every branch as though she has lived it herself.

However, despite all of this, she feels as though something is missing, as though there is a massive hole inside her mind. The ache of this feeling seems to grow with every passing day since the nightmares first began.

But she ignores it and continues about her supposed ordinary life. It's probably nothing, anyway...{/slide}

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Much like her mundane way of life, Lulah sees herself as plain and unappealing. She cannot find interest in any particular hobby, unless caring for Tally counts, and has no wish to search for one. As far as her social life is concerned, she will offer a polite nod to passing peers or engage in quick small talk should she be approached, but never go further than that. Even in regards to her parents, she prefers Tally to people. Without the threat of a war-ravaged land like in the old world, Lulah has grown soft and and her spark snuffed. She holds no passion nor drive to discover the world or herself.{/slide}

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[tab=The Magpie]

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? Guenore of the Red Rook ?

? 26 y/o ?

? Female ?

A P P E A R A N C E

Height :: 5'7"

Weight :: 123 lbs

Build :: Ectomorph

Guenore stands with a tall, lithe frame, her bones covered in thick muscle. She keeps her brown hair cropped short for both utility and style. The sparks of mischief and arrogance can often be seen alight in her gaze, and a confident smile curls her lips to match. She prefers loose clothes in dark colors for dress--dark purples and blues, greys and blacks--and paints her minimal armor to match so that she blends easily into the night.

___________________________________________________

| E | Q | U | I | P | M | E | N | T |

Guenore wears light armor, a mix of steel and leather, over cotton clothes. Leather gloves cover her hands to protect from callous. Around her waist is a matching leather belt with copper fastenings, tied to which are pouches of various sizes containing herbs, scraps of food, coin, and small knives. Strapped to each of her thighs are misericordes, her preferred weapon. She keeps a basic shortbow and quiver at her back, though they are rarely used.

As a maid, however, she is much more limited. She stashed her weapons in a foxhole outside the castle to avoid suspicion and keeps only a dagger sheathed inside her boot.

H I S T O R Y

Guenore's was a common story--that of an little peasant girl orphaned by the disastrous Nightmare. But unlike many of her peers, she rose in rank. Peasant life had taught her the basics of thieving and her orphan years improved those skills. What started out as snatching up scraps and the occasional fallen coin soon evolved to full-on pick-pocketing and jewel burgling. She would sell what she could and use the coin to buy food, clothes, weapons, whatever she needed. It wasn't long before others began to take notice.

A young thieves guild known as the Red Rooks heard whispers of a girl growing greedy. They found her, took her in, raised her. They honed her skills and pushed magic in her mind and she grew wildly. In a few years' time, none could best her save Crow himself, the leader of them all. But the guild was still small and with the rise of the Fear, its members were quickly dying out. They needed some sort of solution--money, a weapon, something to ensure their success and rise to power.

A rumor had spread fast across the realm that the Queen, so noble and pure, had kept a secret locked away. As the rumor spread, it morphed and people whispered of the secret. It must be something powerful, thought the Red Rooks. It was only natural to send someone to investigate.

The guild opted for the obvious choice: send Guenore to retrieve whatever it was the Queen kept hidden. But with the Elite Guard and other knights on high alert thanks to the monsters ravaging the lands, such a task would not be easy. Instead of her usual sneak-in-the-night tactic, she planned to infiltrate the castle on her own. She would gain the protection of the guard should an attack be launched, as well as the time to search thoroughly. It shouldn't take more than a few days, a week or two at most, so she thought.

She hadn't expected a blinding light to wipe her memory clean...

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Despite the constant threat of monsters and war looming over head, Guenore manages a snarky, confident attitude earned by her skills as a thief. She looks down on others, but this is not to say that she is unkind. Although she dislikes socializing with people, she enjoys the company of animals and even some children depending on their temperament.

Coupled with her condescending attitude is a curiosity for the world's history and other ways of life. When meeting an unfamiliar person, she won't hesitate to ask questions and make her opinion known.

R O L E

Position :: Thief/Maid

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| M | A | G | I | C |

~ Empathy ~

|| The power to fully interpret and replicate emotions, moods, and temperaments of others ||

The closer she is to a person, the better Guenore can sense that person's state of mind and awareness. This power is most powerful via skin-to-skin contact with which she can completely experience that person's current mentality.

~ Shadow Manipulation ~

|| The power to manipulate darkness/shadows ||

This is one of Guenore's most valuable skills as it can allow for invisibility. As long as she is enveloped in a shadow, she can manipulate the intensity of the darkness and use it for cover. Broad daylight renders this skill almost useless while nightfall can allow for full coverage.

L A S T M E M O R Y

Cold and crumbling stone stabbed her back as she pressed closer to the wall.The sounds of booted feet rushing past made her draw the shadows closer, the darkness her lover this frightful night. The torchlight was dim and the guards were busy dealing with the threat of monsters outside the castle gates, thus any discovery of the thief lurking about was slim. But she refused to take even the slightest chance.

She was close... So close, she could feel it in her bones. Just a few more rounded corners and flights of stairs, then miss queeny's secret would belong to none other than a band of thieves.

The steps soon faded and the thief relaxed her stance only to stiffen once more when the castle shuddered. Dust fell from the stone overhead and choked her lungs. The walls muffled screams of mercy and terror from the outside. The Nightmare had finally broken through, bringing Fear with them. She had to move quickly.

But she was stuck. Paralyzed. She tried to take a step forward, will her leg to bend, but nothing happened. Her foot remained planted on the trembling stone floor. A shiver rolled down her spine, a sense of dread creeping along her neck. She never cared much for the monsters plaguing the world; then again, she rarely came in contact with them. And never had she faced a Fear. Was this what it was like to be close to one--complete despair and hatred and terror forcing her still and stiff as a statue?

Before she could wonder any further, the click of heels slamming stone echoed down the hall. Guenore pulled the darkness in closer, ached for its embrace. A figure ran past, cloaked in white and brown. The steps sounded sure and firm, hasty, yet lacking the panicked sprawl of those sprinting past enemies outside. This was a person with a destination in mind.

Another set of steps reverberated through the walls, though its echo sounded far less human than those before. The rush of air as the two figures tore past the thief in their midst ignited a fit of coughing in Guenore. She hoped to catch a glimpse of the players in this cat and mouse game, but her eyes slammed shut as her lungs heaved. She soon lost track of time and when her chest relaxed and felt that she could move again, the thief turned her head just in time for a bright and blinding light to wipe her consciousness clean.

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Don't forget to delete the 'WIP' lol


She sounds like trouble when she remembered her true goal.


As for Fear, no one knows about them before 'this attack'. About the magic, I don't mind two as one is minor magic (Empathy)


You only need to fix out the Red Rooks knowledge about Fear


If you want, we can add the Red Rooks and Crow in the lore

 

[Masked Imperial]

How about now? The images don't seem to work for some reason.

 

[yoikes]

[QUOTE="Masked Imperial]Previous
Name: Enoch S. Clark


Age : 25


Gender : Male


Appearance:


Look at too much idea's quote of him. I can't seem to get this image to show.


Personality: Honest, courageous, trusting, laid-back, and prone to anger. Aggressive, ambitious, impulsive and fool-hardy.


Position: Knight


Magic : Fireball, Heal. Can use fireball fairly often, but heal is only able to be used every 15 minutes or so. Ratio of fireball to heal: 5:1


Equipment, as in weapon and armor: Sword, shield, canteen, rope, lantern, storybook, map, knight armor.


Last memory before your death/The Gate opens: He would defend the Queen with his life. The Fear would not get to him. The knights by his side were falling, but he was still standing and killing the beasts. When Enoch glanced to his right, he saw the dead guards, and the demons crawling over it. He cast a fireball and incinerated some, then ran towards them, killing the rest. Looking down he saw the Fear, attempting to pile up on their corpses. He threw down another fireball and toppled to pile, sending the Fear to the ground. After the order to retreat was given, He quickly climbed down and ran towards the remnants of the soldiers. After retreating with the knights they barricaded themselves in a corridor, killing any demons coming down this narrow passage. They didn't last long. After getting overwhelmed, Enoch got a two or three soldiers and ran into the main hall. In the hall, they stood next to the giant doors. The tension was killing them. The door shattered into millions of pieces of wood. The demons burst in and the 3 knights fought, but when Enoch thought that he was going to join his brothers above, a blinding light filled the room.


Other: Pretty good musician and artist.


Current Version


Name:Enoch S. Clark


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Short Bio: Enoch and his father both loved literature. One day, while his father was exploring, his father goes missing, and to cope with his disappearance, starts drawing, and fencing, and is surprisingly good at it. 5 years later, he has won many awards in drawing, and bested many great fencers in tournaments.


Appearance: See too much idea's quotes.


Personalityptimistic , sarcasm-blind, prideful,laid-back, honest and brave. Impulsive, ambitious, sociable, and reliable.


Other: Decent musician and writer. Bad at phys ed as he gets tired easily and for some reason though he is barely passing history, even though he has knowledge of many wars, mainly the Punic wars. Most likely due to the fact that he finds many subjects boring, such as the Victorian Era, or the Great Depression.

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For the picture, you can try linking the images instead of uploading it.


Personality section is much better now but would love it if you can describe him more. Accepted.

 

[Masked Imperial]

Praise the sun. \[T]/

 

[VirtualUnity]

• The Reaper
• The Phantom

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  :Character Sheet:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ARCHAIC REAPER
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  • P1-General Information
  • P2-Combat Information
  • P3-Weapon Information
  • P4-Background Information

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    Birth Name: Nathaniel C. Vincent
    
    
    Alias: Archaic Reaper
    
    Age: 35
    
    
    Gender: Male
    
    
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    
    
    Race: Human?
    
    
    Height: 6'3"
    
    
    Weight: 132 lbs
    
    
    Personality: Nathaniel is Kind, Defensive all the while Aggressive, Perceptive and Fearless
    
    Tattoo: Right Arm
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
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    Powers: Slow Regeneration
    
    Strengths:
    
    
    -Durability
    
    
    -Acrobatic
    
    
    -Intelligent
    
    
    Weaknesses:
    
    
    -Reckless
    
    
    -Over-Confident
    
    
    -Memories
    
    
  • 
    
    Sword:
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Shield:
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Bow:
    
    
    
    
    
    
  • 
    
    History: Nathaniel doesn't remember anything after the White Blast that covered Oblivion
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  :Character Sheet:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Phantom
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  • P1-General Information
  • P2-Combat Information
  • P3-Weapon Information
  • P4-Background Information

  • 
    
    
    
    
    Birth Name: Ethan R. North
    
    
    Alias: Phantom
    
    Age: 19
    
    
    Gender: Male
    
    
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    
    
    Race: Human?
    
    
    Height: 5'11"
    
    
    Weight: 126 lbs
    
    
    Personality: Ethan is a Quick Witted Individual, Serious, Cautious and Brave always Defending those who can't defend themselves
    
    Tattoo: an Unknown tattoo on his Left Arm
    
    
    
    
    
    
  • 
    
    Powers: Slow Regeneration
    
    Strengths:
    
    
    -Efficient
    
    
    -Agile
    
    
    -Cunning
    
    
    Weaknesses:
    
    
    -Blind Loyalty
    
    
    -He's quite Forgiving
    
    
    -Memories
    
    
  • 
    
    None
    
    
  • 
    
    History: Ethan defends the weak against those who wish to harm them
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[yoikes]

@VirtualNotoriety Too many weapons, do not forget the current self CS

 

[yoikes]

:Character Sheet:







ARCHAIC REAPER

• P1-General Information
• P2-Combat Information
• P3-Weapon Information
• P4-Background Information

• 
  
  
  
  
  Birth Name: Nathaniel C. Vincent
  
  
  Alias: Archaic Reaper
  
  Age: 35
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  
  
  Race: Human?
  
  
  Height: 6'3"
  
  
  Weight: 132 lbs
  
  
  Personality: Nathaniel is Kind, Defensive all the while Aggressive, Perceptive and Fearless
  
  Tattoo: Right Arm
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Powers: Slow Regeneration
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  -Durability
  
  
  -Acrobatic
  
  
  -Intelligent
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  -Reckless
  
  
  -Over-Confident
  
  
  -Memories
  
  
• 
  
  Sword:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Shield:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Bow:
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  History: Nathaniel doesn't remember anything after the White Blast that covered Oblivion
  
  

Accepted, still waiting for 'Current Self' CS

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

I am too confused about how this CS and Randomizer process works xF

 

[yoikes]

I am too confused about how this CS and Randomizer process works xF

We no longer use the randomizer because all the important position has been filled in. There is two CS, one for 'present' self and one for 'Oblivion'

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

So, who would my character be were I to join in? What kind of position would they hold amongst the others?

 

[yoikes]

So, who would my character be were I to join in? What kind of position would they hold amongst the others?

You can be one of the knights, or a thief, or a spy, anything you want.

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

Awesome, I'll hope to make a theif soon then, I need to get back into roleplay, get alot off my mind

 

[yoikes]

Awesome, I'll hope to make a theif soon then, I need to get back into roleplay, get alot off my mind

Can't wait!

 

[Masked Imperial]

Put in the correct CS now.

• The Fencer
• Previous World

• 
  
  
  Name: Enoch S. Clark
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Gender: M
  
  
  Short Bio (You could say how many siblings to they have and such): Enoch and his father both loved literature. One day, while his father was exploring, his father goes missing, and to cope with his disappearance, starts drawing, and fencing, and is surprisingly good at it. 5 years later, he has won many awards in drawing, and bested many great fencers in tournaments.
  
  
  Appearance (Picture/Description OK): <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/download.jpg.994df78b36d66d0a2b632759a445278b.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109050" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/download.jpg.994df78b36d66d0a2b632759a445278b.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Personality: Optimistic, sarcasm-blind, prideful, laid-back, honest and brave. Impulsive, ambitious, sociable, and reliable.
  
  
  Other: Good musician and favorite genre of music are electro swing, especially Caravan Palace. Has a sister in elementary school. Normally cooks dinner. Underage drinker.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Name: Enoch S. Clark
  
  
  Age (You could have the same age as your reincarnated self, or make it slightly older/younger): 25
  
  
  Gender (Could be different): Male
  
  
  Appearance (Picture OK, description OK): <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/images.jpg.afd2e6d0538da30fcb80745b4b8a6311.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109051" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/images.jpg.afd2e6d0538da30fcb80745b4b8a6311.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Personality: Honest, courageous, trusting, laid-back, and prone to anger. Aggressive, ambitious, impulsive and foolhardy. Kinda lonely.
  
  
  Position: Knight
  
  
  Magic: Fireball, Heal. Can use fireball fairly often, but heal is only able to be used every 15 minutes or so. Ratio of fireball to heal: 5:1
  
  
  Equipment, as in weapon and armor: Sword, shield, canteen, rope, lantern, storybook, map, knight armor.
  
  
  Last memory before the Gate opens: He would defend the Queen with his life. The Fear would not get to him. The knights by his side were falling, but he was still standing and killing the beasts. When Enoch glanced to his right, he saw the dead guards and the demons crawling over it. He cast a fireball and incinerated some, then ran towards them, killing the rest. Looking down he saw the Fear, attempting to pile up on their corpses. He threw down another fireball and toppled the pile, sending the Fear to the ground. After the order to retreat was given, He quickly climbed down and ran towards the remnants of the soldiers. After retreating with the knights they barricaded themselves in a corridor, killing any demons coming down this narrow passage. They didn't last long. After getting overwhelmed, Enoch got a two or three soldiers and ran into the main hall. In the hall, they stood next to the giant doors. The tension was killing them. The door shattered into millions of pieces of wood. The demons burst in and the 3 knights fought, but when Enoch thought that he was going to join his brothers above, a blinding light filled the room.
  
  
  Other: Pretty good musician and artist. Drinks every night, and visits "pleasure houses" every couple of nights.
  
  
  

 

[yoikes]

[QUOTE="Masked Imperial]Put in the correct CS now.

• The Fencer
• Previous World

• 
  
  
  Name: Enoch S. Clark
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Gender: M
  
  
  Short Bio (You could say how many siblings to they have and such): Enoch and his father both loved literature. One day, while his father was exploring, his father goes missing, and to cope with his disappearance, starts drawing, and fencing, and is surprisingly good at it. 5 years later, he has won many awards in drawing, and bested many great fencers in tournaments.
  
  
  Appearance (Picture/Description OK): View attachment 243281
  
  
  Personality: Optimistic , sarcasm-blind, prideful,laid-back, honest and brave. Impulsive, ambitious, sociable, and reliable.
  
  
  Other: Good musician and favorite genre of music is electro swing, especially Caravan Palace.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Name: Enoch S. Clark
  
  
  Age (You could have the same age as your reincarnated self, or make it slightly older/younger): 25
  
  
  Gender (Could be different): Male
  
  
  Appearance (Picture OK, description OK): View attachment 243282
  
  
  Personality: Honest, courageous, trusting, laid-back, and prone to anger. Aggressive, ambitious, impulsive and fool-hardy.
  
  
  Position: Knight
  
  
  Magic: Fireball, Heal. Can use fireball fairly often, but heal is only able to be used every 15 minutes or so. Ratio of fireball to heal: 5:1
  
  
  Equipment, as in weapon and armor: Sword, shield, canteen, rope, lantern, storybook, map, knight armor.
  
  
  Last memory before your death/The Gate opens: He would defend the Queen with his life. The Fear would not get to him. The knights by his side were falling, but he was still standing and killing the beasts. When Enoch glanced to his right, he saw the dead guards, and the demons crawling over it. He cast a fireball and incinerated some, then ran towards them, killing the rest. Looking down he saw the Fear, attempting to pile up on their corpses. He threw down another fireball and toppled to pile, sending the Fear to the ground. After the order to retreat was given, He quickly climbed down and ran towards the remnants of the soldiers. After retreating with the knights they barricaded themselves in a corridor, killing any demons coming down this narrow passage. They didn't last long. After getting overwhelmed, Enoch got a two or three soldiers and ran into the main hall. In the hall, they stood next to the giant doors. The tension was killing them. The door shattered into millions of pieces of wood. The demons burst in and the 3 knights fought, but when Enoch thought that he was going to join his brothers above, a blinding light filled the room.
  
  
  Other: Pretty good musician and artist.
  
  
  

[/QUOTE]
Accepted. You can start RPing but you can only interact with the team after the sleepover

 

[VirtualUnity]

@VirtualNotoriety[/URL] Too many weapons, do not forget the current self CS

Ok done with his Reincarnation

 

[yoikes]

• The Reaper
• The Phantom

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  :Character Sheet:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ARCHAIC REAPER
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  • P1-General Information
  • P2-Combat Information
  • P3-Weapon Information
  • P4-Background Information

  • 
    
    
    
    
    Birth Name: Nathaniel C. Vincent
    
    
    Alias: Archaic Reaper
    
    Age: 35
    
    
    Gender: Male
    
    
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    
    
    Race: Human?
    
    
    Height: 6'3"
    
    
    Weight: 132 lbs
    
    
    Personality: Nathaniel is Kind, Defensive all the while Aggressive, Perceptive and Fearless
    
    Tattoo: Right Arm
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
  • 
    
    Powers: Slow Regeneration
    
    Strengths:
    
    
    -Durability
    
    
    -Acrobatic
    
    
    -Intelligent
    
    
    Weaknesses:
    
    
    -Reckless
    
    
    -Over-Confident
    
    
    -Memories
    
    
  • 
    
    Sword:
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Shield:
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Bow:
    
    
    
    
    
    
  • 
    
    History: Nathaniel doesn't remember anything after the White Blast that covered Oblivion
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  :Character Sheet:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Archangel Phantom
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  • P1-General Information
  • P2-Combat Information
  • P3-Weapon Information
  • P4-Background Information

  • 
    
    
    
    
    Birth Name: Ethan R. North
    
    
    Alias: Archangel Phantom
    
    Age: 28
    
    
    Gender: Male
    
    
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    
    
    Race: Human?
    
    
    Height: 5'11"
    
    
    Weight: 126 lbs
    
    
    Personality: Ethan is a Quick Witted Individual, Serious, Cautious and Brave always Defending those who can't defend themselves
    
    Tattoo: an Unknown tattoo on his Left Arm
    
    
    
    
    
    
  • 
    
    Powers: Slow Regeneration
    
    Strengths:
    
    
    -Efficient
    
    
    -Agile
    
    
    -Cunning
    
    
    Weaknesses:
    
    
    -Blind Loyalty
    
    
    -He's quite Forgiving
    
    
    -Memories
    
    
  • 
    
    Long Sword:
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Arcane Bow:
    
    
    
    
    
    
  • 
    
    History: Ethan defends the weak against those who wish to kill them and helps those in need a Classic White Knight
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

Which one is his reincarnated self? Both are warriors

 

[VirtualUnity]

[QUOTE="too much idea]Which one is his reincarnated self? Both are warriors

[/QUOTE]
Phantom is the reincarnation