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[Wjolf]

I'd like to start a new rp, with the help of a good friend The Darth Vader.
Anyone may join, so long as they keep to the storyline and don't try to kill off another player. If you don't want to be in the initial band of 7, or it is full, insert yourself later down the line, and we'll see where it leads.

Name: obvious
Class: obvous too
Weapons/Armors: what is your outfit like, favorite weapon
Description: what your character personally is like, personality or whatever
Background: short life history, how you came to be in the group or in its way

Our story begins in a dark wooded area. The kingdom is torn by wars raging against savage invaders from a distant land. A small rag-tag band of people, varying in all degrees, are creeping softly along, hoping they do not run into any scouts of the advancing army. Rain starts to fall and they huddle closer together, trying to make as little noise as possible. *Crack, snap* They all stop and look towards where they think the sounds came from. Silence. Looking at each other, they start to move forward again. *Crack* *crack* This time, the sounds came from opposite directions.

[Wjolf]

Name: Kyran Dragontears

Class: Arch Druid

Weapons/Armors: A silver alloy blade 7 in. long, that can slice through bone with slight pressure applied. Covering a leather armor clad body, a dark purple cloak with a hood completes her outfit.

Description: 5'8", Kyran has green eyes and a slender figure. She can wield magic as well as her blade and is rarely caught unawares. She is smart but a little wild for a druid. She dislikes closed in spaces, preferring the woods or open fields near the school.

Background: Found outside a wizarding school, she was taken in by the headmaster and trained to defend herself in an increasingly dangerous kingdom. When her training was through, she moved to a remote area and built herself a hut to meditate and live in. A few years later, word arrived that the headmaster was ill and wanted to see her. He shared with her on his deathbed the secrets he had gleaned over the years and passed the school's care onto her. With sadness in her heart she accepted and stood watch over the young men and women training in her facility. She began to travel after a promising student rose to high enough rank to take care of things while she was gone, and went out to search for knowledge to help her students grow.

[Raiden]

Alright. Sounds good.

Name: Thomas Saryon

Class:: Enchanted Swordsman/Artifact Hunter

Weapons/Armors:: A 7 ft. long steel sword, magically keen enough to cut through most objects. He wears leather boots and metal guantlets. His clothing is black, but his armor is shining silver. A leather headband is wrapped around his head to keep his shaggy blonde hair from his eyes. He has many necklaces around his neck, each holding a different magical item:
-Essence of Atlas: A vial of glowing green liquid. It gives Thomas the strength needed to wield his large sword.
-Blademaster's Edge: A small razor that's attached to a golden chain. Allows Thomas's large blade to have it's strange sharpness. As such, he can cut through most objects, except for very dense items.
-Wing of Aerithar: A feather encased in silver. Bestows Thomas with great agility, allowing him to perform acrobatic feats, even while wielding his large blade.
-Eye of Isis: A strange metallic eye. It allows Thomas to see in the dark.

Description:: 6'2", Thomas has piercing blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair, which is kept out of his face with a leather bandana wrapped around his head. Thomas cares mostly about finding magical items and using them to enhance his abilities. He'll help you, but only if it benefits him in some way.

Background:: Thomas Saryon came from a long line of Artifact hunters. His father, and his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him, each trained to scavenge the world for powerful magical artifacts. Each of his forefathers managed to find a special artifact in their searches, and it now rests on Thomas to do the same. Though he has found many magical artifacts, he has yet to find one which would count his special artifact. He currently wears the special artifacts that his forefathers had found, and uses them in his adventures.

[The Darth Vader]

Name: Erik Valkan

Class: Mage

Weapons/Armors: Mages robes of ebony with a hood deep enough to envelop my face when I do not want to be seen. Underneath, I wear black leather armor to deflect blows and increase my strength.

Description: 6'2", tall and thin, with little muscle to speak of, but lots of magic spells to defend myself with. I have a clean shaven face, but my pale green eyes are sunken in and squinty from too long a time spent indoors reading old crumbling tomes.

Background: My family is full of mages, many of them personal advisers to kings and queens all across the land. My mother, however, was not a mage, but a princess entrusted to my father's care when our homeland was razed to the ground by an army from across the seas. My parents fled to keep the Valkan line from perishing with their palaces, and started a new life in peaceful Drouth. I travel across the land in search of the rarest spell books, hoping to find a spell with which to take back our homeland from the invaders.

[Ryu Kurai]

Sounds good.

Name: Madlias Arhoun Kowkav the Fifth

Class: Illusionary mage/ Natural combat specialist

Weapons/ Armors: Wears a magically strengthened black suit called the Midnight Tuxedo, which lets him blend in evenly with complete darkness and is uncuttable, causing all damage done by blades to be turned into bludgeoning damage. Has snazzy black leather dress shoes that are polished to a shine and are also extremely durable. Carries no obvious weapons, but his nails seem to be a bit longer than normal and sharpened. He also carries numerous vials and potions in his suit as spell components. He also has a few empty vials for some odd reason. The only discenable weapon is a rarely used ornate golden dagger with a value probably stretching towards the millions in gold. It can actually warp space with its blade, causing all sorts of nasty things to come out of alternate planes of reality when it touches the air. Curiously, Madlias keeps it near to his heart.

Description: Madlias has longish black hair, tied back with a white ribbon. a few strands of it fall out over his face. His canine teeth are a bit longer than most people's, and his skin is a pale white. He is always seen in a black tuxedo, which curiously never gets dirty. He is extremely good-looking, and a simultaneously nice and cruel smile seems to always grace his face. His eyes are a light orange with a streak of yellow vertical in the iris of the left one. He stands about 5'9", and seems to be built fairly well.

Backround: Madlias came from a long esteemed family of noblemen, his name being his great great great grandfather's name. He was trained in the arts of illusion at an early age, arts that were kept a family secret. He was also forced to learn how to combat using whatever was at hand, often times just one's bare hands. At the age of sixteen, his father revealed to him that hey! They were a family of half-vampires, and that was why they kicked so much ass! Madlias then, on his sixteenth birthday began hungering for blood. So he decided to drain the girl he was going out with at the time. This in retrospect, his father informaed him, was a very bad idea, considering that she was the governor's daughter and he hadn't suceeded in being very subtle with disposing of the body. After all, when you find your daughter dead and tied up in one of the higher-ranking family's cellars, you kind of notice it, especially when she's been missing for two months and starts to smell. So, Madlias' father explained to him as they began booking out of the town, he needed to become more subtle and not f**k up the family's place in the next town. Madlias then told his father to go smoke gunpowder, and his father responded with a very carefully placed pun, which Madlias never got and thusly doesn't remember.

So, Madlias decided to go out on his own, suceeding in stealing the family heirlooms and making his father think they were still there.

[the unspoken truth]

Hell i want in on this rp this is my char. even if u have to bring me into the later storyline

Name: cyrus
Class: Elemental mage
Weapons/Armors: Cyrus wears a long black robe with red trimming
Description:
Background:
srry will fin later

[Red Mage Black]

Name: Riyuken
Class: Dark Glyph Knight (More information on that through PM if you need it)
Weapons/Armors:
Weapons:
Sword: 5' tall 6" thick blade with rune carvings in the side and a glyph symbol on the hilt.
Gauntlet: Steel Runic Gauntlet (on his right arm that allows him to send a bolt of energy that when thrown targets the energy, it also allows him to summon the legions of chaos using the Dark Glyphs)
Armor:
Chest: Runic armor that is almost impenetrable by conventional weaponry, but can be destroyed by enchanted weaponry.
Description:6'7" tall, thin, half spiked hair brown hair, greyish eyes, wearing grey leather coat over the armor, and last but not least the devil may care attitude.
Background:Participated in a war he doesn't even remember. He is trying to remember his past by means of the same way he lost his memory. While fighting he was knocked out by the enemy and taken as a P.O.W. . When he escaped bruised and battered he didn't remember a thing that happened. He joined this rag tag group of soldiers so that he may one day find out the past.

[Wjolf]

Alright, looking good. Almost ready to start the storyline thread, but we need two more people at least. Thanks everyone

[Bosolai]

Name: Sarius
Class: Berserker
Armor: Silver plated plate mail, no special markings or anything. Plenty of scratches from battle.
Weapons: Two heavy steel axes, both with pierce armor enchants.
Description: Sarius is a typical berserker. Not very bright, but when a problem can't be solved with violence he isn't very interested anyway. He's very loyal to his friends, and a bit too stupid to be paranoid. He gets angry very easily, which helps because he can use rage to fuel special abilities such as improved attack power or increased speed.
Background: Sorath Cale Arius was born to a wealthy family. His parents paid for the best tutors and trainers to make him among the smartest and strongest in town. By the time he was of legal age, he had done so many noble acts he was knigted. Sorath figured that if he could be knighted so early, he could easily become the best fighter in the world at his peak. But he found rivals. One specifically, Ollum Goldsure, was better than him in combat, and he was younger. Sorath wanted to be stronger, faster, and better so he could beat Ollum. The answer? He found a wizard. "Now, the only way I can get a spell like this to last is to have it drain another attribute. Is there another good aspect of you that you can do without?" "Well, I don't need to know complex physics to win a swordfight. Why don't you take away my unnecessary intelligence?" And so the spell was cast. Now, the wizard was just a travelling peformer of feats. He made up spells on the spot. This one wasn't all to mastered, and it went above and beyond expectations. At first, he felt more agile and the wound from his last match disappeared, but couldn't remember as much. He didn't need to know integration to stab someone, so it wasn't all bad. So Sorath challanged Ollum to a duel. Ollum almost won, but the spell then went out of control. Sorath lost it. His willpower was defeated by his rage. Not only did he gain a great burst of strength, but when he came to his senses, Sorath not only couldn't remember anything, but he saw a lower torso lying in a pool of blood with shattered mail and small, crushed chunks of limbs. He searched his pouches and found his ID, "S. Arius. Sar-i-us? Sarius did... bad!" and he was overwhelmed with guild for murdering a man. He threw his ID on the ground, and ran off. He has since worked as a wandering mercenary, helping people take care of bandits and whatnot for rewards.

[Overcast]

Name: Farsin
Class: Mind Stalker (Psychic)
Weapons/Armors: Weaponry mostly consists of his mind and a small club. He wears a pair of leather breeches and a shirt but otherwise defense is found in his head as well.
Description: He's short in stature and holds no real phisical strength. He is very intellectual and belives that with the right amount of talk he can hold against wasting power and time. He belives only few people are worthy of his trust and all others are use less to the point of which he wouldn't care killing them. He is very hard to anger but with the right moves he gains a massive strength boost now since his mind looses control on the psychic energies.
Background: He was born an orphan with about nothing to lose. Wandering the streets he had to dodge a very large amount of things to survive. He had once given his trust to a girl that and his heart and her death by one of the lessr street punks of the area filled him with anger and hence his anger awakened his power. He has already taken revenge and from that point on has been a bit of a loner training himself in the silence of the forest. When the nations began thier war he entered the army hoping for somewhere to belong. Instead when his power was discovered they sought to kill him. He ran that day never to return and joined this group in the hopes that he may find a place to belong, and to leave his horrid past behind.