06-04-2007, 12:50 PM | #11 |
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Dang Im really liking these entries so far. This RP board is so much better than the last one I RP'd on. Approved fo shizzle.
Looking for at least two or three more and then we can get this rolling, although I'll accept more of course.
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06-04-2007, 02:06 PM | #12 |
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Name: Black Derias
Age: 625 Race: Vampire Gender: Male Height: 6' Weight: 189 lb Description: Pale white skin, shoulder length brown hair and red eyes. His clothing is a long black coat, blue shirt underneath, accompanied by a pair of black pants and brown boots. Weapons and Equipment: His sword Latis, a weird being capable of shifting into whatever weapon Black desires. Of the water element. Starting Location: Daranaughl (outside of it) History: Throughout the course of the war, Black has been determined to only feed for the sake of survival. He doesn't wander from his home but has been known to take a long trip every year. Black doesn't care who wins, just as long as he get his food. He makes his home outside the former human city of Daranaughl taking careful consideration of what lies inside. Anyone stupid enough to walk into his home has their blood drained to death, not caring to sire a servant. Black swore false allegiance to Morian a long time ago under the guise of a normal human. Being part of the undead persuasion the call of Malak'har didn't interest him. He was his own leader and god and didn't care to take on anything like that. Though it has been several hundred years since Black swore allegiance, so Morian's soldiers have probably been searching for him not knowing he has been hiding right under their noses. |
06-04-2007, 02:30 PM | #13 |
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Cool cool and evil character. I was wondering when those'd show up. Approved.
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06-04-2007, 03:16 PM | #14 |
OBJEC- Mmm, this is good coffee.
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Name: Darenith Neullishod "Bonesplitter"
Age: 210 Race: Elf, Northern Gender: Male Height: 5'4" Weight: 132 lbs Description: "This freak resembles some kind of disturbing elf and demon fusion. He's not a heretic; he merely skins and cures whatever demons he kills. Then he wears their remains to warn other demons stupid enough to try him. If you see him take off that black skull helmet he's so fond of, you'll see that he's an elf. His face is pretty enough, 'cept for the three big ol' scars running down his face, where his left eye used to be. Top of his left ear's shaved off too. He looks to have put a couple demon fangs in place of his canines. He's got some pretty long black hair, wonder if he's hiding a pair of horns. His eye is real strange too. It has this unearthly green glow to it when it's in the dark. He can't have put a demon's eye there, no, that's just too far fetched. Prolly some kind of magic experiment, my wizard buddy said. Anyway, he's got some scale mail made outa demon bones he wears all the time. Whole scale mail suit, with the tops of horned demon skulls at the knee and elbow joints. He's got that helmet I mentioned earlier, and a gorget made out of some kinda demon bone. The boots and gauntlets are the weirdest part. It looks like he just started carving out of a big demon's hands, sized most of it to fit him. His boots have three big ol' demon claws on the front and one in the rear. He wears a black cloak made out of this weird, slick material, like it's made from some kinda eel. He carries this big, long spear with him, whole shaft is wood, but the top is this keen bone blade with a greenish tinge. He carries a kukri that's sharpened to shit, and a sickle-sword that's just as sharp. He's also been known to carry a bundle of short spears with splintered demon bone heads. If you can tell us where this guy is, I'll pay ya 500 gold pieces. He killed a couple of my brothers, and I'm here to settle the score." Weapons and Equipment: A Greatspear with a demon bone blade named Bonesplitter, An extremely sharp steel kukri (think fillet knife, also fairly flimsy), A sharpened steel Khopesh (Think of a sword shaped like a question mark. ?), ten demon bone short spears (Used for throwing, will break off heads in melee), A full scale mail suit of demon bone armor (Special qualities, if any, are up to the GM. It hasn't been enchanted.), A cloak made from serpent demon hide (I would really like this to have some sort of special quality), a leather satchel for carrying "game", A small money pouch with protective runes stitched on the sides, a large whetstone, tongs, a small carving knife, waterskin made from demon skin with a wax interior coating, Thin leather quiver for the short spears. Starting Location: Bastion of Dawn's Light History: Darenith grew up hunting in Naorond. His parents would have him watch wild creatures and catalog their movements, until he could figure out how to kill them with a single strike. In his young age, he brought home a few eagles and wild goats. His parents then had him training non-stop with weapons until he was 100. They then presented him to the local war chief. Upon testing, it was revealed that Darenith was an exceptional soldier. However, he was denied from the army. When his parents asked why this was, the general showed them. He walked over to Darenith with a wild lamb. He then asked Darenith what he wanted the general to do with the lamb. Darenith told the general that he should stab it once in the head, near the temple. The general turned to his parents, explaining that Darenith had said to do the same thing with a wounded soldier. Outraged, his parents cast him out of his home, insisting that his behavior wasn't their fault. Darenith wandered for a long time, eventually ending up in demon lands. Hungry, he killed a demon with a sharpened stick and ate it raw. When he walked with the corpse, which he had been using to keep himself warm, into a small human settlement, they offered to hire him as a demon hunter. He would kill demons for a living. Darenith was content with this, feeling as though he had a purpose again. Some years later, Darenith was hired along with several others to go on a hunt for a demon that lived underground. Darenith asked a wizard to augment his sight so that he might see the creature without light, but the wizard objected to doing so on a moral basis, no wanting to alter a mortal being with magic. After the hunt was over, Darenith and one other survived, out of seven hunters, and Darenith lost his eye to the creature. He "explained" the situation to the wizard, who quickly enchanted his remaining eye. Threatening to castrate the wizard might have helped too. The enchantment is imperfect, however. It takes a minute or so to switch over to dark vision, and sudden bright light when it is in this mode can cause Darenith great pain and temporary blindness. Darenith has worked with many different smiths to get his demon bone armor just right. He has hunted and killed enough demons to earn himself a few years worth of rest, which he isn't taking. He arrives in Bastion to peddle his latest wares.
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06-04-2007, 03:50 PM | #15 |
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Bah not a single human yet =P Approved, his nature is something that works well with his age; beings born after the Sundering are generally more cutthroat, and take up odd professions like demon hunting.
Just letting you know now, him being in the Bastion will create a little drama, due to his extreme nature. Demon hunters are a dime a dozen in the Bastion, but none are nearly that hardcore about it. Very cool =)
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You are the Sons of the Emperor, you are my Chosen Legion. Fail me not; throw back this horde to the shadows whence they came, and let our names send ripples of fear through the twisting chaos of the Nether! - Asyrdar Stormborne the Martyr Emperor |
06-04-2007, 04:04 PM | #16 |
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So, we going to start or wait a day? Or for a human?
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06-04-2007, 04:06 PM | #17 |
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Im gonna give it a day or two, Im semi-busy tomorrow and there may be some people who show up last minute wanting to join.
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You are the Sons of the Emperor, you are my Chosen Legion. Fail me not; throw back this horde to the shadows whence they came, and let our names send ripples of fear through the twisting chaos of the Nether! - Asyrdar Stormborne the Martyr Emperor |
06-04-2007, 10:04 PM | #18 |
OBJEC- Mmm, this is good coffee.
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Thanks for the compliment. I was figuring once you mentioned that heretics mutate from being around demons that if I wanted to make a demon hunter I'd have to make him a bit messed up as well.
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06-04-2007, 10:06 PM | #19 |
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Aye. Theres lots of deformities and generally screwed up things about the world at this time, but it'll better be explained in the RP itself.
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You are the Sons of the Emperor, you are my Chosen Legion. Fail me not; throw back this horde to the shadows whence they came, and let our names send ripples of fear through the twisting chaos of the Nether! - Asyrdar Stormborne the Martyr Emperor |
06-04-2007, 10:36 PM | #20 |
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Good good good. Welcome to the team. Btw people this is a good IRL friend of mine, which is why he is playing an important character like that. As I said already, this RP is based off of a series of books Im writing, and the character Abzadrael is a creation of Evan's, not mine, so I figured Id let him in on the RP.
Ill get this up and running tomorrow, just get any tail-end charlies to post their chars if they want.
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You are the Sons of the Emperor, you are my Chosen Legion. Fail me not; throw back this horde to the shadows whence they came, and let our names send ripples of fear through the twisting chaos of the Nether! - Asyrdar Stormborne the Martyr Emperor |
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