dorkling
hOI
YeppersssAyane said:
A demon o3o
He got possessed and kinda um transforming so lmao
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A demon o3o
He got possessed and kinda um transforming so lmao
Ayane
~Mercy~
Lmao gotcha. Is it alright if he's Thios's right hand man?dorkling said:
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Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
Can I make a doppelganger? That would be so cool. Or a Gorgon!
dorkling
hOI
That works! ^^Ayane said:
Ayane
~Mercy~
*looks up what tf a gorgon is and thinks OHHHH*Clairvoyance said:
Sure, pick one however
Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
@Ayane, how many people are in this though? Just wondering. I don't like overcrowded things. ;-;
Ayane
~Mercy~
Cool beansssssssdorkling said:
What do you mean, the council?Clairvoyance said:
Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
No, like in the whole RP.Ayane said:
Ayane
~Mercy~
Ima count. I'm not counting inactives or never replied since the beginning.Clairvoyance said:
@ Devious Dilbert @ dorkling @ RaikuKawisa @ Roahon @ Truthblade @ opium (?) @ you @ me @ Angelostar4
Nine people it seems
Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
Okie. Thanks! xD I'll get to work on a CS...soon. I'm making a doppelganger though, not a gorgon. xD They are just cooler. 
Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
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Roahon
king of the fallen
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Well if I can have a chimera then I would like to make a spacial kind known as a Enfield. Looks like the thing above. The enfield is a fictitious creature sometimes used in heraldry, having the head of a fox, forelegs like an eagle's talons, the chest of a greyhound, the body of a lion, the hindquarters and tail of a wolf, and the more powerful Ines have wings. Some even have the power over storms and can call on thunder.
Well if I can have a chimera then I would like to make a spacial kind known as a Enfield. Looks like the thing above. The enfield is a fictitious creature sometimes used in heraldry, having the head of a fox, forelegs like an eagle's talons, the chest of a greyhound, the body of a lion, the hindquarters and tail of a wolf, and the more powerful Ines have wings. Some even have the power over storms and can call on thunder.
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Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
Is there a certain character sheet for the council members? Or do we just use the same one
Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
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Valus The Minotaur
Member of The Council
Valus was once a well-hidden giant, unseen by all eyes.
He lived an isolated life, purposely avoiding all contact and interaction with the races of Ellon.
He remained neutral to all wars and affairs of the land. He simply did not care.
And for decades, he spectated the evolution of all living things without intervention.
He is as old as the forests that hid him.
One night, Thios had uncovered Valus's lair and the giant's solitude was broken. Boldly, Thios demanded that the Minotaur serve him in his conquest. The unmistakable aura of malevolence had piqued his interest. Courteously, the giant refused and asked that Thios be on his way. And unshaken, Thios had demanded again, but this time, he offered the giant a position on his council if he were to cooperate.
'I, Valus, will remain sovereign. I have no intent to work under you.'
'But you will not work under me. You will work beside me. We will share Ellon.'
'Why? Why must you claim Ellon? Ellon is in name only. Land does not and will not belong to anyone.'
'You're wrong.
Approximately 52.5 ft. or 16 meters.
Weight is unknown.
Age is unknown.
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(0:37 - 0:51 Just a perfect portrayal of 'I have to do this.')
(THIS IS WHERE I PUBLICIZE MY LOVE FOR SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS)
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Ayane
~Mercy~
[QUOTE="Devious Dilbert]
Valus The Minotaur
WIP, Will add more information
(THIS IS WHERE I PUBLICIZE MY LOVE FOR SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS)
[/QUOTE]
Just include why they joined the council. That should be good enough, and personality
Valus The Minotaur
WIP, Will add more information
(THIS IS WHERE I PUBLICIZE MY LOVE FOR SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS)
[/QUOTE]
Just include why they joined the council. That should be good enough, and personality
Ayane
~Mercy~
Okay, I'll switch yoursRoahon said:
@Clairvoyance 7Devious Dilbert]Opium and Truthblade have dropped out So 7 really [URL="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/30041-clairvoyance/ said:
Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
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Name: Sha'ira
Sexuality: Unknown
Race: Doppelganger
Personality: Calm, flirty, likes to mess with people, manipulative.
Class: .....copycat. :0
Role: Council Member
Equipment: None
Other: The form she takes when not copying others isn't even her true appearance.
(Normally I would make this so, so pretty...but I woke up at 4pm today, so I'm a little out of it. cx)
Name: Sha'ira
Sexuality: Unknown
Race: Doppelganger
Personality: Calm, flirty, likes to mess with people, manipulative.
Class: .....copycat. :0
Role: Council Member
Equipment: None
Other: The form she takes when not copying others isn't even her true appearance.
(Normally I would make this so, so pretty...but I woke up at 4pm today, so I'm a little out of it. cx)
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Ayane
~Mercy~
No problem xDClairvoyance said:
Roahon
king of the fallen
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IKE THE ENFIELD!
Personality like is mostly calm to all and favors honor unlike most monsters. If one ever faced him on battle they would learn fast that he shows only the greatest respect to thosebthat face him. Unlessbyou fight dirty then he would probably summon a thunder storm to fry your behind.
Bio burn into a village of Enfield, like trained night and day to become its protector, then the humans came and flooded it with fire. Being the sole Survivor like traveled the world and tore apart any human he found like much of his monstrous kin. Soon he found the council and knew they would be his guide to his vengeance.
IKE THE ENFIELD!
Personality like is mostly calm to all and favors honor unlike most monsters. If one ever faced him on battle they would learn fast that he shows only the greatest respect to thosebthat face him. Unlessbyou fight dirty then he would probably summon a thunder storm to fry your behind.
Bio burn into a village of Enfield, like trained night and day to become its protector, then the humans came and flooded it with fire. Being the sole Survivor like traveled the world and tore apart any human he found like much of his monstrous kin. Soon he found the council and knew they would be his guide to his vengeance.
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Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
Her bewbs...are large. 0-0 oops.Ayane said:
Ayane
~Mercy~
O.oClairvoyance said:
Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
Boob (^U^)Clairvoyance said:
RaikuKawisa
Prince of the Shadow Realm
First name: Raiku-Kawisa
Age: 243 years (young adult)
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dragon
Appearance:
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Personality: Not inheritly evil, though he does serve his own purposes. He doesn't do anything unless it serves his own purposes, or Thios's considering he is bound to the God. His lack of a home is something that he misses and desires revenge upon those how cahsed him out of his home in the first place. The Elders that were supposed to train him in his abilites who instead were threatened by him. He is not one to forgive past transgressions and he will have his revenge. However, ever since he was bound to Thios he doesn't know which thoughts are his own and which ones are influenced by the Underworld god.
Class: Runecaster
Role: Council Member (Stealth/Caster)
Biography: A loner by nature, he always sought to improve his own power. In a set of ruins in his cave, he found a strong magical barriers blocking off the farthest part of the cave. Already a good caster among his peers, he carefully worked at the barriers for a long time. Never asking the Elder Dragons about his find, he kept it to himself. Afterall, the Elder's withheld valuable spells from him claiming he was 'too ambious'. When he got past the last barrier, he found an ancient tome bound in black leather. The second Raiku opened the book, an inky blackness erupted from the book wrapping and flowing around the dragon.
When he awoke, his form had changed, his old blue scales now a deep blackness that seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting him. Seeking to understand his new powers he went before the Elders with the Tome, which was filled with a language he could not comprehend. instead of praising him for his find. The Elders attacked him, seeking to bind away his darkened form. Filled with rage, Raiku stuck back, killing one of the Elders with a a blade formed of blackness. He fled his ancient home and wondered fleeing from the warriors sent after him. He was cornered by a group of paladins when Thios found him. He drained the life from the paladins, overpowering their magical protection.
He told Raiku that he was the owner of the Tome that Raiku had found. Already consumed by Thios's magic, he stood no chance resisting the God's Runes. He opened his book and the strange language began to etch itself into Raiku's scales. Thios held a large amathyst gem in his hand in which Raiku's lifeforce was drawn into. However, in exchange for the servitude, all of Raiku's latent power was unlocked and knowledge of how to wield the Runes was Raiku's to command so long as he served Thios's purposes.
Equipment: Natural Weapons, Ability to manipulate Shadows, Runecasting
Keyword: Ellon
Other: Dragon :3
Age: 243 years (young adult)
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dragon
Appearance:
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Personality: Not inheritly evil, though he does serve his own purposes. He doesn't do anything unless it serves his own purposes, or Thios's considering he is bound to the God. His lack of a home is something that he misses and desires revenge upon those how cahsed him out of his home in the first place. The Elders that were supposed to train him in his abilites who instead were threatened by him. He is not one to forgive past transgressions and he will have his revenge. However, ever since he was bound to Thios he doesn't know which thoughts are his own and which ones are influenced by the Underworld god.
Class: Runecaster
Role: Council Member (Stealth/Caster)
Biography: A loner by nature, he always sought to improve his own power. In a set of ruins in his cave, he found a strong magical barriers blocking off the farthest part of the cave. Already a good caster among his peers, he carefully worked at the barriers for a long time. Never asking the Elder Dragons about his find, he kept it to himself. Afterall, the Elder's withheld valuable spells from him claiming he was 'too ambious'. When he got past the last barrier, he found an ancient tome bound in black leather. The second Raiku opened the book, an inky blackness erupted from the book wrapping and flowing around the dragon.
When he awoke, his form had changed, his old blue scales now a deep blackness that seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting him. Seeking to understand his new powers he went before the Elders with the Tome, which was filled with a language he could not comprehend. instead of praising him for his find. The Elders attacked him, seeking to bind away his darkened form. Filled with rage, Raiku stuck back, killing one of the Elders with a a blade formed of blackness. He fled his ancient home and wondered fleeing from the warriors sent after him. He was cornered by a group of paladins when Thios found him. He drained the life from the paladins, overpowering their magical protection.
He told Raiku that he was the owner of the Tome that Raiku had found. Already consumed by Thios's magic, he stood no chance resisting the God's Runes. He opened his book and the strange language began to etch itself into Raiku's scales. Thios held a large amathyst gem in his hand in which Raiku's lifeforce was drawn into. However, in exchange for the servitude, all of Raiku's latent power was unlocked and knowledge of how to wield the Runes was Raiku's to command so long as he served Thios's purposes.
Equipment: Natural Weapons, Ability to manipulate Shadows, Runecasting
Keyword: Ellon
Other: Dragon :3
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~Mercy~
AwesomeeeRaikuKawisa said:
Loex Ibetink
The Mad Jester, The Dancer of Death, Loex
Name:
Loex Ibetink [Lo-ex Ibe-think] also known as Dead Muse
Age:
Appears twenty-ish, true age unknown
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Race (Human, halfling, orc, half-orc):
Human
Appearance:
Standing at a whopping 5'5" Loex is not a very large man. Skinny and about average height, one wouldn't expect much from appearance alone. The only thing visible on his face are his icy blue eyes, for he seems to always wear a mask depicting a skull that seems to be attached to the outfit belonging more on a Jester then on some sort of fighter. The colors on this Harlequin were a simple red and black, though the red color doesn't seem to be even...
Personality (at least 3 traits):
Some would say insanity best describes the fool. This was surely the case for this little nut. From simply doing the same course of action repeatedly for dofferent results, to the sheer insanity of offering a pebble for a glass of water (very long story). Some would say he was blessed by a Mad God or some lesser divine of insanity, some would say he wasn't all there. All who's seen this Hellequin agrees, insanity ran through his blood and was settled in his bones.
Cheerful, eeriely so. Some may admire laughing in the face of danger or death, yet Loex takes this to a whole new level. If he isn't talking, he's either unable to do so at the moment, or laughing and giggling like a maniac. Although no true evidence has been found, and no sane witness to attest it, some claim he's been stabbed in the gut and simply chortled at the poor fellow. Well, until that fellow was reduced to chunks and a fine red paste by his little dance of death. Yet on he laughed, even at the paste and chunks. Though if nothing else, his laughter has an almost musical sound to it, and it seemed to at least help calm him down.
Reckless/Energetic, as he would call it anyways. Constantly chomping at the bit to get into action, be it for simply moving around, or partaking in the intricate dance of death. He'd fling himself into a fight with a beast twice his size, dancing and darting around it with a flurry of blades and the occasional spherical object. If he could, he'd probably run up the wall, run over the ceiling and then land face first to do it again. Nothing will slow him down once he has been given an objective, save for death and/or injury, maybe. If he felt the need to, he'd probably worsen an injury if it meant he got something done, and he'll laugh to his grave, maybe even beyond.
Class (see overview):
Martial Artist
Role (Healer, fighter, scholar, blacksmith, etc):
Scout, Fighter, and Ambusher (Chaos is his trade, and by the gods, their saints, the devils and their advocates, he'd set traps for monsters given enough time and information)
Biography (you must write this, include why they joined the guild):
If Chaos was his trade, chances were it came from birth and his family. Many know of the knights, and priests. Wanderering bands of merchants and martial artists have their time in the spotlight. Yet what of the poor folk, the freaks? Not worth mentioning to most, and for some, downright pathetic. From these freaks though, came a monster to those who crossed them.
Born from a circus performer and what might have been human, hard to tell from all the bandages covering it and the oddly thin skin it had, Loex had it off rather poorly. Treated as another part of the freakshow. Maybe it was the sunken in cheeks, or the oddly sunken in eyes, yet it looked as if someone barely stretched skin over the skull of a starving beast. Forced to be a spectacle for the masses to enjoy and laugh at.
As time went by, and he grew up, he took a more active part in the circus. He was trained to be a Jester, light on his feet and adaptable. Be it graceful movements of a dancer to flipping through the air to land on his feet to the sounds of cheers, he had to do it. He had to learn. With time came skill, and with skill, fame. Soon, he was traveling on his own, performing for minor lords and ladies. Though this brought upon him much danger.
Odd how having money attracts those wishing to take it away, isn't it? First it was a robbery every month or so, then every three weeks, then every other week, then every week. Soon enough, it was a daily occurrence that when he was found in a town, some punk with a knife would hold him until he paid. This had to change, for he couldn't live like this. So, he decided to try something new. Being a performer, he knew much about slight of hand. Items seemingly disappearing or reappearing was a simple flick of the wrist.
So he trained with daggers, sliding them up into his sleeve and back out. He also quickly learned the dull edge from the sharp edge, and the angles of a knife and it's blade, if the scratches on his wrists were anything to go off of. So when he was robbed again, he slipped free and slipped the knife from his sleeve. He knew the angles, yet he didn't know technique. He got a nice little stab for his efforts, though a sliced eye isn't bad for a first try. He quickly passed out from shock and a bit of blood loss. At least the knife in his gut helped stem the blood flow.
When he awoke, he seemed to be in some form of monastery. Was this natural? Was this heaven? Judging by the odd bald guy in green robes, probably not. Though as he quickly found out, this was better. A new home, a new life. Spreading the word of a lesser deity, a deity of joy. He even learned the basics of fighting, in a few different styles. From brawling to the elegance of martial arts, he knew the basics. Incorporating these fighting tactics into his graceful movements was rather easy, adding the twin blades he used simply increased its effectiveness. Thus, his own style began, the Dance of Death.
Once he was physically able, he began his journey to spread the word of his deity. Upon hearing of the reformation of the Twin Dragon Guild, he was overjoyed. If he could spread his god's influence quickly, it'd be by saving others and helping reform a legendary guild. His name shall be known far and wide, and with it, his Deity. The Laughing Man.
Equipment: Twin daggers, Guilt and Joy, typically hidden in the sleeves of his silken jester attire. Both daggers are made of a mixture of iron and silver, capable of warding off fae and killing a wide variety of monsters. Roughly six inches long, and slightly curved like talons. Perfect for digging in and tearing through flesh.
Three brown packs were on his belt, two of which contained twenty knives each, easy access throwing knives. The third one held a variety of spherical objects, smoke bombs and ineffective flame bombs and little more than oversized fire crackers. Disorienting, quite so. Focus is a dangerous thing to lose, especially in combat.
What is the last word of the 'Plot' tab in Overview?: Ellon
Other:
Hello, I'd just like to say I'm not expecting to get in. I'm at least a week or so late. I made my account today, thought It'd be nice to get a few posts in to reach my posts necessary to unlock other functions. Also, I'd love to simply see if anybody would've been interested in it. I could also adapt this a bit to be a Council Member if I'm not too late. I'm sure this would make an awesome imp.
Loex Ibetink [Lo-ex Ibe-think] also known as Dead Muse
Age:
Appears twenty-ish, true age unknown
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Race (Human, halfling, orc, half-orc):
Human
Appearance:
Standing at a whopping 5'5" Loex is not a very large man. Skinny and about average height, one wouldn't expect much from appearance alone. The only thing visible on his face are his icy blue eyes, for he seems to always wear a mask depicting a skull that seems to be attached to the outfit belonging more on a Jester then on some sort of fighter. The colors on this Harlequin were a simple red and black, though the red color doesn't seem to be even...
Personality (at least 3 traits):
Some would say insanity best describes the fool. This was surely the case for this little nut. From simply doing the same course of action repeatedly for dofferent results, to the sheer insanity of offering a pebble for a glass of water (very long story). Some would say he was blessed by a Mad God or some lesser divine of insanity, some would say he wasn't all there. All who's seen this Hellequin agrees, insanity ran through his blood and was settled in his bones.
Cheerful, eeriely so. Some may admire laughing in the face of danger or death, yet Loex takes this to a whole new level. If he isn't talking, he's either unable to do so at the moment, or laughing and giggling like a maniac. Although no true evidence has been found, and no sane witness to attest it, some claim he's been stabbed in the gut and simply chortled at the poor fellow. Well, until that fellow was reduced to chunks and a fine red paste by his little dance of death. Yet on he laughed, even at the paste and chunks. Though if nothing else, his laughter has an almost musical sound to it, and it seemed to at least help calm him down.
Reckless/Energetic, as he would call it anyways. Constantly chomping at the bit to get into action, be it for simply moving around, or partaking in the intricate dance of death. He'd fling himself into a fight with a beast twice his size, dancing and darting around it with a flurry of blades and the occasional spherical object. If he could, he'd probably run up the wall, run over the ceiling and then land face first to do it again. Nothing will slow him down once he has been given an objective, save for death and/or injury, maybe. If he felt the need to, he'd probably worsen an injury if it meant he got something done, and he'll laugh to his grave, maybe even beyond.
Class (see overview):
Martial Artist
Role (Healer, fighter, scholar, blacksmith, etc):
Scout, Fighter, and Ambusher (Chaos is his trade, and by the gods, their saints, the devils and their advocates, he'd set traps for monsters given enough time and information)
Biography (you must write this, include why they joined the guild):
If Chaos was his trade, chances were it came from birth and his family. Many know of the knights, and priests. Wanderering bands of merchants and martial artists have their time in the spotlight. Yet what of the poor folk, the freaks? Not worth mentioning to most, and for some, downright pathetic. From these freaks though, came a monster to those who crossed them.
Born from a circus performer and what might have been human, hard to tell from all the bandages covering it and the oddly thin skin it had, Loex had it off rather poorly. Treated as another part of the freakshow. Maybe it was the sunken in cheeks, or the oddly sunken in eyes, yet it looked as if someone barely stretched skin over the skull of a starving beast. Forced to be a spectacle for the masses to enjoy and laugh at.
As time went by, and he grew up, he took a more active part in the circus. He was trained to be a Jester, light on his feet and adaptable. Be it graceful movements of a dancer to flipping through the air to land on his feet to the sounds of cheers, he had to do it. He had to learn. With time came skill, and with skill, fame. Soon, he was traveling on his own, performing for minor lords and ladies. Though this brought upon him much danger.
Odd how having money attracts those wishing to take it away, isn't it? First it was a robbery every month or so, then every three weeks, then every other week, then every week. Soon enough, it was a daily occurrence that when he was found in a town, some punk with a knife would hold him until he paid. This had to change, for he couldn't live like this. So, he decided to try something new. Being a performer, he knew much about slight of hand. Items seemingly disappearing or reappearing was a simple flick of the wrist.
So he trained with daggers, sliding them up into his sleeve and back out. He also quickly learned the dull edge from the sharp edge, and the angles of a knife and it's blade, if the scratches on his wrists were anything to go off of. So when he was robbed again, he slipped free and slipped the knife from his sleeve. He knew the angles, yet he didn't know technique. He got a nice little stab for his efforts, though a sliced eye isn't bad for a first try. He quickly passed out from shock and a bit of blood loss. At least the knife in his gut helped stem the blood flow.
When he awoke, he seemed to be in some form of monastery. Was this natural? Was this heaven? Judging by the odd bald guy in green robes, probably not. Though as he quickly found out, this was better. A new home, a new life. Spreading the word of a lesser deity, a deity of joy. He even learned the basics of fighting, in a few different styles. From brawling to the elegance of martial arts, he knew the basics. Incorporating these fighting tactics into his graceful movements was rather easy, adding the twin blades he used simply increased its effectiveness. Thus, his own style began, the Dance of Death.
Once he was physically able, he began his journey to spread the word of his deity. Upon hearing of the reformation of the Twin Dragon Guild, he was overjoyed. If he could spread his god's influence quickly, it'd be by saving others and helping reform a legendary guild. His name shall be known far and wide, and with it, his Deity. The Laughing Man.
Equipment: Twin daggers, Guilt and Joy, typically hidden in the sleeves of his silken jester attire. Both daggers are made of a mixture of iron and silver, capable of warding off fae and killing a wide variety of monsters. Roughly six inches long, and slightly curved like talons. Perfect for digging in and tearing through flesh.
Three brown packs were on his belt, two of which contained twenty knives each, easy access throwing knives. The third one held a variety of spherical objects, smoke bombs and ineffective flame bombs and little more than oversized fire crackers. Disorienting, quite so. Focus is a dangerous thing to lose, especially in combat.
What is the last word of the 'Plot' tab in Overview?: Ellon
Other:
Hello, I'd just like to say I'm not expecting to get in. I'm at least a week or so late. I made my account today, thought It'd be nice to get a few posts in to reach my posts necessary to unlock other functions. Also, I'd love to simply see if anybody would've been interested in it. I could also adapt this a bit to be a Council Member if I'm not too late. I'm sure this would make an awesome imp.
