Mideival RP (sign-up) (Idea for name would be greatly appreciated)

[Raiden]

Yeah, it's a mideival RP. It'll be fun! It'll be fantastic! It'll be knights slaying dragons while sorcerors drag demons from the bottem depths of hell to do their bidding while thieves raid the royal treasuries! Good times will be had by all.

Now, there isn't much of a setting for this one. The King of Illvan has declared war on the land of Gillnor. The King of Gillnor sent his soldiers out to defend the borders, but as such is short-handed for other things inside the country. You can't drag soldiers miles away from a battle simply to kill a dragon, then send them right back, can you? So, he's sent messengers to any and all well-known individuals in the country, requesting their attendance at a royal meeting.

Now, this is where you all come in. You will be the gifted individuals. Keep in mind, this doesn't mean you'll be some homeless guy they found lying beneath a bridge. You'll be a sorcerous hermit that keeps to himself in an ancient tower. You'll be a brave knight, likely a general of a legion or two. You'll be a rogue that knows the land inside and out. You, sir and/or madame, are special.

As such...do pretty much whatever you want for a character. HOWEVER!!!! All characters are up for GM approval. I can, and WILL, enforce my right to say yes or no to any character, and you, as the player, will have to bite it if I say no. I'm giving you a lot of freedom here, so don't make me regret it.

Now, for the profile:

Name: (You should know this)
Age: (How old is your character?)
Sex: (I swear, the first person to say "Yes Please" is getting punched)
Race: (Are they human? Drow? Demon? Put it in here.)
Appearance: (What they look like)
Skills: (Any magic or special skills they know go here)
Weapons: (Their weapons go here)
Equipment: (Anything other than the weapons go here)
Quirks: (Is he afraid of the dark? Is he part demon? Let us know here)

[Whale Biologist]

Being half-demon is 'quirky'?

[PhoenixFlame]

Yay! Old DnD character time.

Name: Raine Silvermane

Age: 36 (Appears 21)

Race: Humanoid Half-Fiend

Sex: Female

Profession: Demon-Slayer
Appearance: 5'8" 134lbs, White, with long light blue hair, and red eyes. Fingernails curve into razor claws. Small curved horns adorn her forehead, concealed by a wide-brimmed black hat, worn in conjunction with her black longcoat, and pants. Athletic build, but not overly so.

Skills: Elditch Blast, a ray-like demonic energy attack. Poor damage, good range and accuracy, casts quickly. Less of a spell, more of an innate ability. Can be channeled through weapon, but not as part of a combo.
Some natural resistance to mundane weapons and elements, particularly fire.
Increased strength and toughness.

Weapons: Baphomet's Revenge: a minorly enchanted silver longsword for increased alacrity and to offset silver's innate weaknesses as a metal. Also carries a crossbow slung over her back, with several bolts. Typical demon-hunter fare.

Equipment: Stakes, Carefully sealed Holy Water, Alchemical Fire (Gel, ignite on contact with air, generally applied to weapons), Length of chain, Manacles, Torch, Theive's tools of various makes and uses.

Quirks: Well, she *is* a half-demon.

Bio: Born of an unwilling union of demon and human, Raine Silvermane never had much of a normal family life. However, to say she never had a family life at all would be a mistake. Orphaned at birth and being taken in by a warlock of less-than-noble aims, Raine lived a life that one would at the very least consider questionable. Stealing or even killing for a living, the half-fiend girl was especially wracked by her dual nature during her adolescence, a horrifying experience of near-unbearable confusion. With her mother slain shortly after her birth, Raine had never knew her father except through the babbling madness of the warlock who had cared for her. Terrified by what she had heard through his maniac gibberings, and unwilling to be used for the insane man's aims, Raine killed the evil sorceror who had schooled her, and resolved to take the lives of others like him. Now a mildly renowned demon-hunter of Gillnor, Raine would inevitably be one of the ones on the King's list of draftees.

Subject to change. Additional cleanliness pending.

[Raiden]

Name: Thomas Allthorn

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: 6'2", 240 lbs., piercing blue eyes and stylish blonde hair. Wears his white and silver-laced armor almost constantly, with his shield strapped to his back and his sword at his hip. Around his neck is a long white and gold cape that seems to never get dirty or wet. It has a grand picture of an archangel tearing the head from a demon on it.

Skills: -Holy Beam: After making a few hand signals, Thomas is able to send a powerful beam of holy magic bursting from his palms. This attack can only damage tainted individuals (demons, undead, etc) or non-living objects.

-Everlasting Shield: If Thomas is holding a shield of any kind, he can instill it with power so that it repels any magical attack. However, the magical attack must strike the shield in order to be repelled, and the object Thomas holds must be a shield of some kind.

-Symbiosis: Thomas is able to merge with the angel in his cape, granting him wings for flight, enhanced armor or an enhanced sword, etc.

Weapons: Blade of God (a silver and steel sword, enchanted only slightly to be unbreakable)

Equipment: Shield of the Divine (A mundane shield made of white steel and gold), Cape of the Angelic Divination (a cape that is possessed by a powerful archangel)

Quirks: While Thomas himself doesn't lean towards hostility at first, the angel in his cape lives for the death of demons. It has a tendency to strike out, wrapping around a demon or attempting to strangle it.

[Mesden]

Eh, rewrote a loved old profile of a game that died. Maybe I'll get to play through this time!

Name: Tayuumi Gestalph

Age: 24

Sex: Lacking in the dangly bits between teh legs.

Race: Half Wiccan, Half SHADOW DEMON, RAWR!

Appearance: You want to know? You really want to know? Well, then:





Clad in an ebon armor of what one could only assume is steel, the young half demoness wears a head of golden locks that fall down below her shoulder blades.

What's more noticeable about her appearance, atleast in personal range, are her eyes which seem to flucuate with her mood. When typically angry, they turn a more darting shade of red, whereas when calm, her eyes well be a swirling blue. More emotions depict more colors, sometimes mixed feelings showing with a psychadelic hue, but let's be sure that she isn't very good at lying.

Skills: Shadow Crafting.

It is her one, truely epitomized skill and power. As long as there is an inkling of light and a breath of energy, Tayuumi has the ability to craft what is the absence of real into the hardest of real. The most noteable is the afforementioned armor and her blade...which will be addressed all too soon. It's feats will be displayed as she shows them, Raiden is fully aware, so nyeh!

Next comes her power of Shadow in its unreality and premaking. Shadow and light are one in the same, compareable opposites that always affect one another. Their most prominent means of affect on the average person is sight. Tayuumi controls this light and sight, distorting view and being able to create elaborate illusions, mostly of her own body to decept her opponents.

But, such massive tampering is draining, even to the highest of energetic people, and overuse will take its toll...if the fight would last as long.

Extra: She also has a generous supply of stamina. The Demoness Warrior nearly never being seen tired, unless pushed far beyond the feasible brink.

Weapons: And comes the most eye catching feat of non natural appearance Tayuumi has: her massive sword. A claymore, spanning the height of her entire body when pivoted on its tip straight up, the great weapon seems completely unwieldy, and it is, unless you have the kind of attunement Tayuumi does.

Unbeknownest to her, the soul of her mother rests in her blade, making it easier to swing, almost effortless, and augmenting her shadowcrafting power through the sword. Solidfying the effect of the shadowry improvemets without any more energy output, until she loses contact or wills it away.

Equipment: Anything that she shadow crafts. Her armor is a major applicable here, as it self reforms of her own power, though not will, and is nearly weightless to herself.

Also, Supplies. For the traveller, it's needed.

Quirks: Quirks can be summed up with, well, she's a bitch. You'll understand through progression, just be warned, she's not friendly too people.

Oh, and she has a genocidist conviction against Demons. Only under the most EXCRUCIATING of circumstances will she not attack a demon.

Bio: Reason why she does this is, to her knowledge, her mother was raped, impregnanted and mortally, but slowly to death plagued by a demon of shadow. That demon being Tayuumi's father, the true story remains unknown to her or anyone else...save only a few.

For the players knowledge only, it was truly a romantic cliche, as the holy wiccan fell in love for the kind hearted and warm souled Shadow demon. Though, in these times, diseases are all too harsh and impossible to cure, even with a holiness keeping your body on its path. This wiccan gave birth to Tayuumi, naming her after some western words her well travelled lover had taught her.

But, a demon could not raise a child, could not watch out and with her. He knew that once his lover died, the child would not be able to travel with his kind, the survivor of the dark.

So, through a weave of white lies, the father and mother set up the hoax of the rape and abandonment, giving Tayuumi her drive to live and be strong in this dangerous world. And later, once her mother's time was nearing its end, the wiccan had bound her soul to the weapon of her shadow demon lover. Through a weak body she held a powerful soul, and she wanted to keep this strength with Tayuumi.

And, with that, Tayuumi's father returned in the elborate ruse and resetting of her life. He struck down her mother, completeing the soul containing ritual, a holy spirit bound in a wicked blade in apparel.

Then, the father let the ruse continue, letting Tayuumi's anger overwhelm her and giving the binding of the sword to her, the blade now forming in her hands. With a massive strike, she cut down her father, or atleast she believes as much, as his body was split in twain to her eyes, but only by the Shadow Master's illusionary prowess.

To this day she swears she won't let another innocent, good person be defiled by the likes of the demon brood. A genocidist, misconcepted conviction with good intent.

[Skyshot]

Name: Hunpher Gorwick

Age: Thirty-four

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Five foot two, something like one hundred forty pounds. Looks about eighty, presumably due to a botched experiment or something. Long white hair, long beard, wrinkles, et cetera. Various visible scars on his face and hands, several of which get extra-squeamish people cringing when they see them. (Bad for his medical practice, really.) Still has the overall physique of a thirty-four-year old that exercises a lot, but it only shows when he's actually doing something. Otherwise he looks like a little old man. Dark red clothes, green eyes.

Skills: Healing! Mainly mundane stuff one would expect from a physician, but also occasional dabbling in the arcane. All in all, the best healer in the kingdom (maybe the world), both for speed and success rate, not to mention his universalist medical practice -- everything from surgery to disease to veterinarian stuff. Due to his constant healing practices and vigorous exercise, he has unusually quick biological healing processes and can cure himself quite effectively. Believed by some to be an empath, mostly because of his keen sense for reading people's expressions, voices, behaviors, et cetera. Also a competent fighter with most "traditional" medieval weapons.

Weapons: Primarily a short sword. Also carries a sword cane (short, slightly flimsy, lightweight blade, kinda stiletto-esque and rapier-ish) and a quarterstaff.

Equipment: Still has shield, helmet, and custom-made chain mail and limb plating from his military service. Also has an Elven Cloak of Stealth that both plays tricks with peoples' eyes and is thick enough to resist some weaker piercing and slashing attacks. Of course, he also carries his pack of medical gear with him wherever he goes.

Quirks: Pretends to have a limp so he can carry his sword cane with him. Lets people believe he's a feeble old man because it amuses him. Honorably discharged from the military years back; doesn't miss it. Fairly well-off thanks to his thriving medical practice -- not Mister Mega-rich or anything, but he can pay the bills.

[Tarrin]

Name: Tyrrine Caspilos
Age: 146
Sex: Male
Race: Human/Dryad
Appearance: 5'4" tall, Tyrrine resembles a short human male although his unmarred skin and soft features elude to his ancestory, His skin tone is a brown akin to that of the fresh earth, His hair changes colour much like the leaves on the trees from white (during winter), Light brown(fall), Blonde(spring), Orange (summer), His cloths are earthlike tones browns and Greens, He also smells like freshly upturned earth most of the time.

Skills: Tyrrine is a Druid and as such he can summon the poweres of nature to do his bidding.

Shape of the hunter: Tyrrine may shapeshift into the form of a wolf or an eagle at will, this transformation takes less than a minute, During the change he is completely vulnerable unable to even defend himself untill it is finnished.

Call of the Wild: Through his closeness with nature, Tyrrine can speak the language of the animals, They can also be summoned to help him in times of need.

Natures call: Like the animals the plants also speak to Tyrrine, Enabeling him to know what has happend in the area, This has made him a great tracker.

Mothers Wrath: This is his most powerful ability, He is able to turn the earth it's self against an attacker, Plants entangle and whip at enemies, Bogs appear as if from nowhere. This power takes alot out of Tyrrine and he must eat and sleep not long after using it.

Weapons: Carries only a small dagger and walking staff
Equipment: The cloths on his back and a pouch of healing herbs
Quirks: Tyrrine is a child of nature and so when forced into large cities he becomes withdrawn, Oft going into catatonic states untill he is placed back into his own environment.

[lazy man]

Bah, why not. I'm in. I'll take some time before posting something, so expect something tomorrow, maybe Friday.

[PyrosNine]

Name: Faze Thorough.
Age: 25 (Gasp! A normal age!)
Sex: Yes...errr, Male.
Race: Looks almost Elven, Some Demon heritage, for most part human.
Appearance: Slightly pointy ears, Rich brown hair that is short on the front, yet long in a ponytail in the back. Wears green and brown outdoor clothes, with brown gloves for various uses, and simple shoes
Skills: Spearmanship, Fire Magic, and a martial art similar to judo/hapkido.

Powahs: When he becomes angry, the flame on his spear becomes greater and he's capable of some superhuman feats, namely some Dragoonesque jumps, greater strength, and faster. Technically, the jumps are a mix of his speed and strength, but eh. This can either be his own power, or a side effect of the spear.

Weapons: Crimson flame, a long metal/wood pole with a jagged blade at the end, that burns with it's owner's Passion.
Equipment: Medium stone: Senses malevolent intent, and allows for communication with spirits.
Quirks: He's of the Pyrosian lineage in this era, but knows only basic fire magic and prefers his spear. He's also the only Pyrosian who uses a spear/ gun dao instead of a sword.

If anyone cares, the Lineage goes somewhat like this: Furyn, Pyros, Jeros, Hinako (also called Beben),Efreet, Sahares, Task/Rose, Saki, Degos/Degas, Firenze, Kings, Malben, Fayte, Fade, Faze, Samuel/PotionMaster, Demon/Deemed, Kat,Charles, Veronica, James.

As for actual personality quirks, he's fond of whine whenever the chance, a bit lazy, and can't stand to remain in one place very long. Also, has bad luck with all women, from romance to pure chance, and will try to avoid them at all costs.

Story: Wanders the land, searching for Lost relics of his family, and adventure.

[Truce]

Originally Posted by PyrosNine

As for actual personality quirks, he's fond of whine whenever the chance, a bit lazy, and can't stand to remain in one place very long. Also, has bad luck with all women, from romance to pure chance, and will try to avoid them at all costs.

Man, I just smile whenever I see that.

Name: Carus Diligo
Alias: Mereo
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Angel
Appearance: Carus has mid-length crimson hair that falls freely around his relatively handsome face, and dark blue eyes that seems to be focused on the whole world at once. With a complexion darker than most people he's easier to spot than other people-even if someone were to miss the pair of large white wings sprouting from his shoulder blades.

Carus' garments are composed of blue fitted trousers, a white shirt, and a long-sleeved orange tunic over that which extends slightly beyond the waist. Hard sole moccasins are worn instead of regular shoes, and he has a pair of gloves with metal plates on the back of the hands.
Skills:
Speed - Simply put, he's the ninja of the knights.
Summon Weapon - There's a rune enscribed on the back of his right hand that allows him to summon Letum to his side.
Weapons:
Letum - This weapon was originally just a simple long handled Warhammer, but its metal has been enchanted to be much lighter. About as long as Mereo himself is tall, it also has a spike on the opposite side of the head, and at the bottom of the handle so that (if Mereo desired) it could be used as a spear.
Equipment: Aside from his clothes, money and supplies, he doesn't usually carry much with him.
Quirks: Carus may be an angel, but he has grown up in the world of mortals for all of his short life. As a result, he identifies himself as a human.

However, he also has a habit of mistaking men without wings as female. When he met people who were invited to the house they were always women or girls, and even all the servants were female, so he simply assumed only men had wings.
Biography: It was a wish that gave birth to Carus, the wish of his adopted mother, Amita Diligo, a woman who had just lost her nephew, the last of her family in this world. The real Carus couldn't be brought back to life, so he was given to her instead, summoned by the magic meant to bring her nephew to her. Given her nephew's name he then lived his life growing up as her son.

Amita was a noble, so it was simple to keep him out of the public's eye. As he matured, he never knew that he was different. In fact, aside from being forbidden to leave the property, he lived a pretty normal life-for a noble. He grew up with daily lessons from tutors, and he made friends with the servants, and was Amita's chosen heir.

However, five years ago, shortly after she had been convinced that he was strong enough to go out into the world of men, she fell ill. No magic or medicine could cure her, though their doctor was able to keep her status from deteriorating.

It was then Carus set out, seeking for anything that would heal his mother. Somewhere along the way, he became a mercenary and took up the alias "Mereo", hoping that in his missions he would come across some clue or hint that would aid in his quest.