Outbreak..Inn

[Midnight9795]

Alright, if anyone is interested..feel free to post a profile here and start rping. I will post the rp tomorrow.

Quick summary:

   Lamirka, is slowly turning into a wasteland. It once flurished with blightly colored plants, big wide oceans, wide-ranged forests and many buzzling cities..Everything was fine until one day the crops began to die, the water became tainted, and the people began to fight amongst each other. The citizens of Lamirka spilt into three groups, those who supported and trusted their king, Orein, those who oposed him and wanted him dethroned, and then those who refused to pick sides. Orein ordered his knights to find those who opposed and arrest them. For the past two years, this planet continues it's civil war.

   Watching his planet fall apart before his eyes, he realizes this cannot continue anymore. He tells his advisor, Luin, that he had planned to step down from the throne, and make Jeuin the new ruler of Lamirka and give Tyain power over Lamirka's army. By morning, Orein was found murdered in his bedroom. Many rulers from many planets came to Lamirka, not only to mourn but to discuss the arrangements for Lamirka's new king. Orein's son was too young to take the throne, so tempory power was granted to Luin until Orein's son was of age.

   A few days later, Tyain over heard Luin speaking of Orein's son. She thought he said something about murder, which caused her to jump back a bit knocking into an armored statue behind her. When Luin went to see who it was, he saw none but became amused. Tyain ran to Jeuin and reported what she heard. Jeuin thought that it would be best if they saw for themselves what was really happening.

   They both waited until the night's dinner party before they snuck out to see for themselves what was really going on. When they reached Luin's 'special room,' they stumbled on to documents. Documents which stated revealed Luin was at fault for the world's crisis. Hearing footsteps, Jeuin forced Tyain to hide and was caught by Luin. Luin accused him of treason, and had him instantly arrested. Once Jeuin was taken away, Luin left his room.

   Tyain left her hiding place, only to be caught by Luin. Luin made a deal with Tyain, willing to let Jeuin live if she would accept a mission. Tyain agreed to do so. Afterwards, she was told to select a group of prisoners, and a few soilders she trusted and head to the dark star colony. He told her that he needed the gem owned by the heart of the king's eye. After swearing she would only if she could take Orein's son with her, he let her go. Off she went to choose those who would be later known as heros.

(It's pretty rough, but better then nothing XD)

Here is a tempie (Note: you can have up to two characters if you want. Just don't give them godly powers and you can choose whatever race or class you wish, just remember..NO GODLY POWERS!)

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My characters:

Name: Samira Makensi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: Prisoner
Race: Haronsain (an old dying race)
Description: Long light blue hair, with red eyes. About 5'4 with pale skin, weighs around 120. Black pants, a black tanktop and a purple leather jacket. Normal black hiking boots, and white-gray bandages wrapped around her arms. A small and yet angry looking curved scar lies above her heart, always hidden.
Sami
Personality: Sami is sometimes called a 'loose cannon.' Allowing her anger to get the best of her, Samira will black out and forget what has happened during the last few hours. Sometimes her memories came back to her during her sleep...maybe the reason she screams at night is because she remembers what landed her in prison..? When Sami is not enraged, she is pretty much quiet and keeps to herself.
Powers/Skills: She can control the elements around her. Although using an element can drain her strength, making her quite weak.
Weapons and Gear: Her fists are her best friends, although a small knife or two can come in handy as well.
Strengths: Samira is fast enough to stand on her own.
Weaknesses: Lack of faith in herself.
Pet Peeves: People touching her, that can really annoy her.
Introvert/extrovert: Introvert.
Alittle about your character: Samira was transferred all the way from Majiki's prison to Lamirka's prison. Everyone wonders how a small girl like her made it out alive from the depths of hell, Majiki. More importantly, what was it that landed her within those walls. When asked, Samira refuses to give an answer. She's pretty much left alone, and prefers to stay that way. Not much is really known about her and that's how she intends to keep it.

Name: Tyain Haleron
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Oemaailian
Class: A high ranking officer from a noble family.
Description: Long deep purple hair held back with a small pink ribbon, and lavandar eyes. 5'6 with pale skin, weighing around 135. Black armored boots, which reach her knees. An armored breastplate, black with purple vines painted on it. A black skirt, and leather gloves that reach her shoulders.
Tyain  
Personality: A bit cocky at times, Tyain tends to let her attitude get the best of her. Never backing down from a challenge, she is always willing to stand up for what she believes is right. Ty always keeps her promises, and refuses to let anyone take away her hope.
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Weapons and Gear: A chained whip, with a sharp blade at the end. As well as a small dagger.
Strengths: She never gives up.
Weaknesses: A bit to cocky from time to time, and tends to rush into things without thinking first.
Pet Peeves: Gets annoyed with waiting for things or long and boring converstations, you'll know when she starts tapping her foot.
Introvert/extrovert: A bit of both.
Alittle about your character:

Tyain or Ty, as Jeuin calls her, was born in Lamirka. Her mother and father are from Oemaaail, a place far away and possibly very dead. She grew up with Jeuin, and eventually came to like him more then a friend. At the age of eighteen, Ty followed Jeuin's lead. Joining the army where she trained harder then the other soilders in order to keep up with him. There are five high ranking officers, Jeuin is the first while Ty is the second,  and Argent is third. (I'll edit the other two in later if someone wants to take them, if not I'll make them myself and I'll add more to her later.)

[Kijuki_Magazaki]

Name: Idyasiardis "Idya" Verena Hildegard  (E-Dee-ah-see-ahr-dis "E-Dee-ah" Veh-reh-nah Hill-deh-guard)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Prisoner
Personality: Reserved. Mannered. However changes have made her, a bit violent, and rebellious. Anything but childish.
Powers/skills: High jumping. Quick reflexes (specially with gear blades). Great sense of sight.
Weapons and Gear: Gear Blades, bronce knuckled gloves.
Strengths: She can put good arguments, and strategize rather quickly.
Weaknesses: Doesn't talk much, she has an advance form of asthma. Gets tired rather quickly. She gets ashamed of herself at times for events that happened in her life.
Pet Peeves: Doesn't like being poked fun of. People staring at her. People fighting in front of her, unless she's involved.
Introvert/extrovert: A little mix of both.
disapointments:Not being able to travel much on her own because of her pulmonary illness. Not being able to remember things important to her. Having her dreams shattered
Goals: To take vengeance on the faulty kingdom who's failed expirement effected her city the most and caused the most suffering.
And to find the truth behind her blade.
Biography:Undefined
Description:
- Hair: Fairly Long, light blond, with an odd white strand of hair.
- Eyes: Bright grass green.
- Skin: Slightly tanned because of the planet's condition
- Height: roughly 5'7"
- weight: 138lbs
- Clothing: Black thick heel leather boots. Black skirt. Black Zipper blouse-trenchcoat. Over all that a blue bulky trench
coat scientifically designed to repel heat from the sun
Alittle about your character: Her blade is mystery for her, since it was given to her on her mother's funeral, and had something to do with her family, and the government itself. Angered and saddened by events in her life, she hates the government and tried to overthrow it herself but miserably failed. After killing many guards she was sentenced to death and now awaits it in her cell.
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Background:

Born from a wealthy family, Idyasiardis had a good childhood. Even her parents were loving and kind and gave her attention, for the upper class family they were. As the oldest of four children, she always dreamed and wanted to take the responsibility of becoming a role model for her younger sisters and youngest brother.

She grew up accomplishing that dream and responsibility; through out her childhood she was top student in her school; she received many honors and fame for her brains and obedient attitude. Alas but she was also beautiful, dignant and pure. She was the jealousy of every female of her class and grades; with intelligence and beauty, she was loved by many and loathed by a few. Through her teenage hood she never knew what mutual love was, except the proud love she felt for her family and friends. Never did she want to fall in love, she was afraid to forsaken her family, so she would usually stay away from men at all costs.

As she grew older, her recognition amongst classmates grew. Though called "teacher's pet" a lot of times, she continued on being the "perfect" student. She became president of her school's council many times. She kept her dream of becoming a role model, not just for her family, but her whole school.

She wasn't ever swallowed by pride either; She kept her path straight dignant and honorable. Many wondered her dignity, how could such beautiful and intelligent AND dignant girl could exist. She was THE perfect role model.

At home, she would teach her siblings songs, new games and they were always delighted to have her around. She enjoyed that a lot. She would always rather expend time with her siblings than by herself. A caring sister and obedient daughter, someone of class, yet so simple and easy to get along with.

She graduated with a many more of honors than other students, all of her family was present and rejoiced when they saw her upon that stage, giving the ceremony's opening and ending speeches, and staying above all students.

She was now 19, and decided to stay home until she was 20 to go to a college, because she wanted to spend as much time with her family as possible. During this time her siblings were a bit older now, and all of them saw Idya as a role model, and followed her steps, though not as exactly, but she begun to be proud of them for doing and following the correct ways she had thought them. Idya's parents never stopped her from teaching them, because to them, she was too perfect and saw nothing wrong on teaching them the other children.

One day when she was engaging learning activities with her siblings, at their house, while their parents were away, a mysterious man came to their house. She noticed from the backyard, but her butler was always around the house, so he answered the door when it came down it. The man brought forth a telegram, but the butler was not allowed to read family ensued telegrams so his decision was to tell lady Idya about it.

She was given the telegram, and read it and on it letters were typed in red ink: "G E A R."

This baffled her, however she ignored it. And she continued her activities for that day.

That night, after she fell asleep, she didn't wake up till a year later on a hospital.

After doing so, she was confused as to why she was there, the first thing she noticed was her long hair, and a strange strand of white in it too.

She looked about, but no one was around. She cried for help, nurses came about, surprised, they got her onto bed again, and told her she had been in a coma for the past year. Without any other thoughts she asked about her family; the nurses looked at each other, then from the door the same man who had delivered the telegram that last day she was awake, passed by. She didn't remember him, but she knew he was familiar. After that a doctor came in…

She broke down in tears when she found out that there was an attack to her family's name, and that her two younger sisters had been abused and killed, and her brother hurt badly and that herself was physically abused and almost killed and the result of her was being put in coma.

Her parents were safe at home still, and apparently still suffering from what had happened. Her brother had lost all memory of who he was and everything about his family. He had been re-introduced to his parents, but like a child to a stranger, he didn't have enough confidence to rejoin them immediately.

Doctors told her that it was a miracle she was alive, that her will to live brought her on. Then they told her police claims said it was a break in of vandals who were trying to get rid of the Hildegard name.
That she had noticed and tried to fend them off but was knocked out badly.

What had happened, what she did, how they looked... she couldn't remember.

Time passed, and she begun to live a depressed life because of what had happened. She was the only one alive and conscious of what had happened. When she saw her brother not remembering her, she cried. She couldn't bare it. The only one who had seen their face and couldn’t remember a thing.

21; She had become a depressed and lonely adult. She lived with her parents still, but couldn't stand the shame she felt before them, cause of her. Her whole dreams shattered. Everyone knew what had happened to her and her family.

One day while looking through the kitchen for food, she came across another letter with the letters "G E A R" in the same red ink as before. She remembered the man, the telegram, that day, in that instant.

She went up to her father with shame but had to find out what it was about and to tell him what she remembered.

After doing so, to her surprise, he said that the man who had delivered that telegram, both times, was one of the king's operatives. She asked him what it meant, but all he could answer was that it had to do with the family's decendency. The father had married to the mother's family, so in effect the family's name came down from the line of ancestors from Idya's mother.

After asking her mother Idya found out that three generations before her, the family had engaged in various reunions with a group of rebels, a mafia of a sort. And that they called themselves "G E A R". She still had no idea what that had to do with the Superiorities, but she wasn't about to find out...

She lived the next 4 years in recovery, along with what was left of her family, teaching her brother things that she already had taught to him before. Though the boy was 8 years younger, the loss of vast memory had made him be, mentally, younger than that. And although she had begun to experience some lung problems due to some strange factor in the air, she continued to her activities as normal.

When she was 25, the planet began to die, to wither, and to become a wasteland. Her brother became ill, because of the tainted waters and spores that had traveled world wide. Her mother too, became Ill. Her father came up with the plan to move to the city where the effects were not so chaotic, for as where she lived, the aftermath was chaotic; thousands became ill hundreds died. Many wondered why the king did/hasn’t done nothing, and many wondered what had happened.


While they tempted to move Idya's mother passed away. At her funeral, few came. Idya felt sad and angry at the same time. At the burial, the same man from before brought a rusty old suitcase and a letter.
After the mother was buried, into the wasteland, the man approached Idya, and gave her the letter and rusty suitcase without saying a word. She tried to ask him who exactly was he, and what the king's operatives wanted with or from her family… but no answer came.

She opened the letter, and the following ensued:

"Dear Daughter,

I am sorry I had to hide this from you, but it was because of our lineage, our name, that your sisters were killed. And perhaps when you read this I might've been killed too, or just deceased. But the suitcase handed to you contains the family's honor and pride; the first and only weapon of its kind that was made and redefined through out the generations of the secret blacksmiths in our family.
Keep it hidden please. Don't let this be known by anyone, not your father, not your brother! Do not open that suitcase. Just safe keep it... The man that gave it to you knew the location of it, and where ever you store it, you will have to tell him where it stands. Please. Keep the lineage in order.

Your loving mother."

After reading it, she dropped the letter in shock. Her own name was the reason of the death and illness of her sisters, and brother.

She was enraged.

Her mother's will and it told her to lie to her father and brother and keep the apparent reason that killed her siblings.

She refused to.

That same day, at night, in her room she opened the case. Inside were two blades and a mechanical part that looked geared together.
A note, in a very old piece of paper was inside:

" Don't let this experiment get in the hands of G E A R. Let your blood handle the truth."

She didn't know what it meant, nor what  to do. Nor she cared.

She picked up the two blades and putting one aside, she touched the sharp edge of the one still on hold with her finger, and instantly she was cut deep. Her blood ran quickly, she dropped the blade and the blood from her finger dripped on to the blade, when it did, there was a sudden electrical rustling on that blade on the floor, on the other blade on the suitcase and the mechanical part.

She treated her injury, and afterwards she picked up the blade carefully and decided to deal with it.

She drove at night away, far, to a common dump that became awfully horrific because of the planet's condition. She threw the suitcase, with blades inside, as far as possible and left right after.

The following day when she awoke, she noticed the on her bed, were ONLY the blades and the gear. She also noticed she had been cutting herself accidentally with it while on her sleep. But the cuts were now minor, smoother than before.

She was astonished, but she didn't care, and tried again that night, to find out the same thing the next day. And so she tried over and over for a week. She even tried using acid, but nothing seemed to work. Once she gave up, she decided to put the blades and gear together, to realize it made a Gear blade.

She decided to keep it always with her, under a bulky trench coat designed to keep away the heat from the sun, since the atmosphere of the planet had oddly increased the heat of it, like a magnifying glass.

As much as she hated carrying that weapon, she decided to keep as memory… a regrettable one.

Her brother died thanks to the planet's condition, even though he was kept in a "normal" room, his illness never got better.

Her rage against the king for not doing anything nor even mentioning it enraged her. She had now lost the last piece of what she was proud of. No longer could she control her anger against the government, to her name, to her self.

Days later the man that had delivered the telegrams, the letter and the suitcase came by again, with another telegram.

She answered herself, and enraged and acknowledged of who he was, she grabbed the telegram, and ripped it in pieces in front of him. The man growled in front of her, and instantly she began asking him questions; what the king wanted with her "family" or more like with her now; she was the only one now that carried the lineage, for her mother was an only child.

He said nothing, and taking a look again to the shredded telegram, he began to turn away.

She then took out her gear blade...

She yelled if that was what they wanted. The man's eyes widen; he then threatened her to let the weapon down or she would be shot down. She was surprised at this, but she refused. The man taking a gun out, loaded, but Idya with her quick reflexes, and with the Gear blade sliced the man's hand off. He screamed in pain, but then instantly she drove the blade into his chest... then letting her rage and sadness consume her, she tucked away the body to the same dump. And no longer being herself, decided to find out why “they” wanted the gear blade, and what exactly it is that will do for them, and what exactly it did or was.

She went away from her father, somewhere into other cities to study herself and to find out more about the gear blade.

A year later, now present she went to the king's city; she was arrested after killing 23 men guards, however she was only caught because of her pulmonary illness that she had gotten 3 years before, and that now, had slowed her down.

She was sentenced to die in 3 months on charges against the king and for killing men "senselessly".

The gear blade however could not be taken away from her, for it would insanely shock anyone who would touch it in means of taking it away. When machinery was used to take it away, far from her, the blade would just seemed to re-appear next to her. The solution they found however was to conceal the gear blade in a specialialized box outside her cell.

Now on prison, waiting for her death and still wondering truths and lies.

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(there haha, yes long, but deal with it. I left a lot stuff out too. But all that and stuff that just doesnt make sense will be implied on the RP.


Also excuse the countless typos)

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Secondary Character

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Name:Shurik Maksimillian Ignatova
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: High-rank soldier.
Personality: Very ignorant of others and very proud of himself. He's very dull but self-centered. He's bored most of the time, whining about needing action. Very impatient. However respectful to his majors.
Powers/skills: EXtremely agile, good handling guns with his left hand/arm.
Weapons and Gear: Bio-Longhandle Buster Gun. Specialized suit.
Strengths: Hard-attitude, rarely backs down, has a strong will to follow through.
Weaknesses: He's ONLY lefthanded. He rarely uses his right hand for anything (he mainly uses it to assist with his weapon). He has a hearing defiency on his right ear. lacks trust on people. Impatient.
Pet Peeves: Anyone who calls him a coward. Getting extremely dirty.
Introvert/extrovert: Extrovert
disapointments:Not being able to use his right arm as much as he would like to. Having to use a hearing aid.
Goals: Be part of the kingdom's army enough to reach top-class rank and carry out special orders not suited for weaker soldiers.
Description:
- Hair: Short, light blue.
- Eyes: Brown
- Skin: Pale
- Height: roughly 6'1"
- weight: 189lbs
- Clothing: Specialized battle field suit, with enhance capabilities to give the skin oxygen and keeping it cool from the sun's heat
A slick structure of it adds agility to him.
Alittle about your character: Since he was a little kid he dreamed of becoming an elite soldier for the king. His dream realized, he knows is among the hundreds of elite soldiers a top one. However his cocky and ignorant attitude has lower him in some ranks amongs other soldiers. But his perception on working for the king is as honorable as any other soldier.

But now with what has happened, he tends to wander in out of from central meeting halls, sometime trying to eavesdrop, though he fails at it because of his deficiency.
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Background:

An elite soldier; that was Shurik’s dream since he was but a small child. He grew up as a middle-class lone child, with both of his parents by his side, and when he needed them.  His father a biologist and scientist, and his mother, no profession, However, Shurik’s father was not as loving as his mother and at times neglected both, to that effect, he always felt more profound for his mother, but even so, he respected both equally.

 He was a normal kid with friends in school and in his neighborhood. But he always was a bit ill-mannered; he didn’t treat some kids respectively because he thought they were inferior to him. He grew up being the “bully” in school and in other places, such as playgrounds and parks.
His parents knew this, and many times did they argue about it, sometimes even in front of him. At times he didn’t care, but there were a few times when things would get out of control, and he would get depressed about it, and although he knew he was the problem he never made resolution to change himself.

In school, regardless of his attitude, did average and sometimes above average. Even though he had a witty attitude, he didn’t want to appear to be dumb or stupid, so he always strived for the better. He was right handed, ran pretty quickly, and though he caused trouble, he would be smart enough to get out of it. When he was 14 he had already engaged in some fist fights with other students and even random strangers. Though he would get beat up pretty badly he would most of the times stand up as the winner, but of the few times he lost, he would get enraged at his abilities. Though many times he would train his both of his arms to be strong, even as a young teenager, it looked like he didn’t improve physically, but mentally his mind was always taking note of all fights, and gaining experience for any future fight he could pick on.

One day, at the age of 14, he arrived at his house, his mother was but his father was present in the house’s basement, which he used as a laboratory. Shurik knew his father had been working on unusual stuff that would be dangerous, but he never cared; he liked danger.  That day after seeing his father leave the basement and going to his room to rest, he decided to go into the basement in look for something that would enhance his physical abilities, and he search he could find nothing that would help him, or at least that he knew it would help him. He got a bit impatient and started to search on an angered fashion, moving stuff roughly and carelessly.  As he looked he mixed flasks of different acids and other chemicals. As he was moving things about, he dropped a flask of ammonium permanganate (a moderate explosive chemical that when in contact with or high temperatures) along with a flask of some kind acid on his right. When they fell and broke and made contact, there was a small explosion, however enough to break some other flasks of explosive chemical and start a chain of small explosions in the basement.  He tried dodging, but in a false moved he tripped and fell on his right arm and an explosion burst right about 1 foot from his arm and head, knocking him away further into a wall nearby.

Though the explosion were not big enough to starts a house fire no cause any damage to the house itself, Shurik was left unconscious and his right arm burned and broken and part of the right side of his head damaged.

He was hospitalized for 6 months because the chemical explosion had effected his broken arm, and he was left deaf from his right ear. Apparently the chemical explosion that stopped the natural healing of his arm, or had severely slowed it down. From that point on, he was to wear an extensive cast that would supply the healing. As for his new hearing deficiency, he was giving a hearing aid to assist him, however even with it, his right ear was 40% functional.

Knowing all of this he became an angry person, and had to learn to become left handed, but for him it was a difficult task. In school he went from the bully to the bullied; when he tried to write with his left hand, the writing will turn out extremely bad, so bad other students laughed. This made him angry and he could do nothing about, except get better, for if he tried to do something physically, his condition might’ve worsened.

Two years he endured with the cast, and through those two years he exercised his left arm, and improved with miraculously. He learned to do everything with his left hand, he even begun to bully some kids around again with it. However because he trained his left arm, and completely neglect his injured one, and didn’t the smallest effort to try to heal the other, his right arm was weaker than his left arm, and had forgotten most practice of it, and to this effect when the cast was taken off, he would has minimal cramps on his right arm when trying to do something with it.

For sometime, since he’s right arm slowed him down, and he had ‘mastered’ his left hand, he neglected his right arm, and kept exercising it, three or five times more than his right arm. When he was near 17, he got in his first fight since 3 years, and couldn’t be more excited. He used his right arm as a “decoy” in fight. He would throw right jabs, that felt weak, and would make the other student aware that that was all the strength he had in his jabs. But his left arm was kept golden, one forceful jab to the jaw, and it was over. He was proud; he didn’t need his both arms to succeed. He was victorious with same hand that he was made fun of. This was sweet revenge.

He continued like that even past his graduation, which was back tracked thanks to the events that happened to his body. After that, he became rebellious, toward his father, but still respected his mother profoundly.  However, his attitude had change significantly, he’s ambition lead him to be part of gangs in the city, he was known as “Lefty”, though he despised the sound of it, he knew what it meant. The fear and intimidation his left arm made was enough to make a name out of himself in the streets. Though since he was little kid desired to work for the king as a soldier he thought he wouldn’t be able to get in anymore.

However one day, after he was part of a gang fight, and brought home by the police his father got extremely angry at him, and told him he was going to expelled from the house and sent to a military camp. He challenged his father by saying, if that was the best he could do and that it didn’t matter, that, that was what he always wanted anyway.

So he was sent to the strictest military camp, in it he was going to suffered more than he thought; he was 19, when he experience the most physically brutal time of his life, because of his right arm he had to do most things order with left arm, and although he was told to use both his arms (which he did), he’s left arm was always the strongest. When he began, due to his impairment of ear and right arm, he started as on of the ones that was always poked fun. They called him “lefty” too but with ridicule. This just made his ambition and will to go on bigger. So overall he was forced to use his right arm more than usual. And although he was getting better with, he only used for commands, he never thought of using for daily activities such as eating, cleaning, or bathing, or even writing. However, his right arm definitely had an increase of strength during this time; at time it was painful because of fractures still left on his arm, but he learned to use it as fuel to his will to pull through. After a year, he finished in the top 50 on every single category. He was certainly not the best, but for his impairments he was brilliant.

From then on, he didn’t want to return home; instead he made his own way to the King’s Military, and kept his training there. Still having to use of his left hand over his right hand during training for combat and other operations, he made it clear that he no problem only using one arm the most. He endure hardships, sometimes he couldn’t hear commands, or didn’t listen to them correctly which in effect he used it as an excused but in an ill-mannered way which it made him end up twice the work and being yelled by general and high rank officers. However when he was being yelled at he always smiled deviously, and that would just angered the generals more. As blatant as he was, at night he would write letters to his mother and send them. In them he would write the most caring and loving letters a son could write to his mother. As for his father, he didn’t mention him much anymore, but regardless he did always to give him regards. For four years he was in the army and vigorously trained to become part of the high-rank soldiers, and so he did. When the planet begun withering he was being transferred to his new units, where he was going to be part of special operations that other soldiers weren’t going be given.

After the king’s death, he heard rumors of the new king might lower soldier ranks. This angered him for he had worked too much for such atrocity to happen. So he begun at times to eavesdrop or try to, because he would fail because of his impairment. Though he’s usually around the main camp, he has his sneaky ways of getting close to conference center for generals and majors.

Now adays he’s unsure what will happen to his unit and to him and what will become of the planet, also waiting for a reply from his mother who hasn’t replied back from 2 months back since his last letter to her.

[SaiKar]

Name: Argent
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: upper class
Personality: quiet, nonjudgmental, untrusting
Powers/Skills: Argent has no supernatural powers unless you count extreme patience
Weapons and Gear: A high-powered modern sci-fi sniper rifle, standard gear for Lamirka troopers
Strengths: Mind-blowing patience, trustworthiness in command, focus on what needs to be done
Weaknesses: Extreme suspicions of other people prevent him from having any real friends
Pet Peeves: people jumping to conclusions
Introvert/extrovert: introvert
Alittle about your character:

Argent comes from an upper class family well trusted by the nobility of  Lamirka. He took a wife and joined the military at a young age. His wife died shortly after; though heartbroken Argent remained surprisingly unjaded about the world and got on with the rest of his life. He never remarried and has no close friends. He has now worked his way up to high command in the Lamirka army and is known as one of the best snipers in the force.

Argent is pretty sure that something is rotten somewhere on Lamirka but remains loyal to the crown. He's determined to find out what's going on, but feels no need to start ripples and is sure that all will become clear eventually if he just observes what's going on.

Basically everyone in the military trusts Argent, even people that are extremely distraught over the condition of the world. People see him as calm and collected in a dark time; a true trooper. This is perhaps ironic since Argent trusts almost no one other than himself.

[WarxePB]

Name: Taerthaih  (Taer for short)
Age: About 300, though appears to be 20-25
Gender: Male
Race: Tzxl'syihn
Class: Traveler/Merc
Affinity: Tends to work by himself, but will join causes he deems fit.
Build: 6"8, 274 lbs. Built tall and solid, like a brick wall.
Description: Though appearing humanoid, Taer is covered in craggy, dark-colored scales. His head is shaped like that of a lizard, although with human ears and a spattering of blond hair. Generally, he wears a shabby dark-green overcoat and matching khakis, but no shirt. He has no footwear. Two thin rope-like tails, both ending in metallic blades, protrude from under his coat. Two guns are holstered around his waist, with a large staff-like weapon on his back.
Personality: Taer is very single-minded, but pours every ounce of his power into his task. Though not a true anarchist, he is almost fully against organizations of any sort. Generally, he works as a mercenary or assassin. He's not the most intelligent of beings, but he is not easily persuaded.
Powers/Skills: Despite his weight, Taer is extremely nimble, but is only about as strong as a regular humanoid. He has no energy-projection abilities.
Weapons and Gear: His primary weapon is a diamond-coated quarterstaff, with two orange gems on both ends. He also puts his guns, twin Ionos Mk. XI models, to good use, although his accuracy is somewhat diminished.
Strengths: Speed, skill with melee weapons
Weaknesses: Energy-based weapons and skills, people who are smarter than him and/or have strategy
Pet Peeves: Organized groups, religion in particular
A little about your character: Though of common birth on his home planet, Taer quickly became regarded as a savior to the Tzxlians, due to his black-colored scales - a rarity at the time. He soon grew to hate the people who did not worship him, particularily the Allites, members of a cult-like religion of Tzxl. After killing many of them, including their god-figure, he was exiled from Txzl, sentenced to live among the stars. He became notorious for contributing to the causes of many different rebellion groups on various planets, including Lamirka.

[Midnight9795]

Yay for ppl! ^^

[blackskullwarlock]

Yay for one more person.

Name: Dekaras
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Human Half-Dryan (Male Dryad)
Class: Fighter Druid
Description: See picture below
Personality: Dekaras is dedicated to his cause and can read peoples like a mirror. He fights for the now-dying nature and survival of the very essence of which brings life. Being one of the few, he tends to keep to himself.
Powers/Skills: Being one of the rare surviving Druid, he has developped a tight link with nature. He can talk with animals and command nature and use druidic spells and ritual; those are pretty unheard in this era.
Weapons and Gear: A bastard sword and an elven-like chainmail with a red cloak tied to his armor.
Strengths: Wisdom and knowledge of the cycle of life. And the now-rare ability to maintain a link with nature. His dryan half also makes him very handsome.
Weaknesses: His morale is abnormaly low and avoid battles if possible. His power diminish as nature's power does.
Pet Peeves: People who disrespect nature and his profession
Introvert/extrovert: Introvert
Alittle about your character:

Dekaras is one of the rare Druid remaining in Lamirka; his breathren were killed when the world was divided. He presently resides in one of the few remaining groves with his loyal friend Deneb, a Pseudo Dragon*. He is aware of the conflict but hesitates between joining a faction or simply fighting for survival.

*Think of it as a female imp

**Dekaras' Picture**

[ZeroKirbyX]

Name: Roy Manciap

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Firestarter

Alignment: Neutral

Description: If one word in the English language were to describe the outward physical appearance of Roy Manciap it would have to be grungy. From head to toe, the oversized clothing hanging loosely from his person is dulled and grayed from years upon years of wear. What was clearly once a shirt, pure and white as the driven snow, is now a solid shade of gray, blotches of dirt and grime clinging on like a barnacle on the bottom of a ship. The long sleeves of the shirt run down to his wrists, covering the very tops of his hand. The sleeves on a shirt such as this would normally hang over the entire hand and then some, but due to Roy’s irresponsibility with his magic, the edges have been burned about 5 inches from the regular temp, leaving them at their current length.

Of course, this is only the portion of his shirt that is currently visible, for on top is a red collared shirt. Split down the middle by its open buttons, it is just as dirty and grungy as the shirt it resides on, leaving a dark, almost blood like shade, of red. The bottom edges of the shirt, much like the ends of the sleeves, are burned from multiple fire involved accidents leaving the frayed threads which presently hang from the end, slowly unraveling with each passing day. Stubby sleeves, connected at the sides of this grubby piece of fabric, overlay the gray shirt beneath, stopping about halfway down the arm. Both pieces appear to be 3 sizes too large, but upon study of the fabrics stretch marks from over use are clearly evident, leading to the theory that these were both once much smaller, able to fit even one of the most petite men loosely.

A pair of deep blue, denim jeans hang just as loosely as the shirts, securely fastened around his waist by an old leather belt, just as weathered as every other piece of cloth on his body. Surprisingly dark for such aged jeans, stitches, poorly sewn, litter all sides in a poor attempt to increase their longevity. Much longer than necessary, the cuffs hang over his feet, acting as a cloak for his feet. The ends of the cuffs are torn from many miles under the heels of his shoes. Tears all over the legs and leading up from the cuffs are clear signs of the travels he has taken part of, especially the long trek to his current location in the Kingdom of Allyra.

Just as every part of his body, his hair is clumpy and grossly untamed. His hair seems to unnaturally shine, the oils building up in great amounts in short time. So incredibly unclean, his hair, naturally a shade of brown similar to the bark of the plentiful trees around his country, now seems an ugly shade on the border line from dark brown to black. Small kinks have become tightly fit clumps, taking so long to untangle he rarely even makes an attempt at it.

Personality: Typically a happy-go-lucky type of person, he does what he enjoys when he would enjoy to do it. Most any comment from threats or insults, even to mortal attacks on his person will go over his head. No grudge is formed and no vendetta is declared. However, whilke his patience is great, it has its boundaries. When the boundary is broken, he becomes insane, raging like a burning flame util he does what he wisshes to do. Unfortunatley, often times he doesn't even know what he wishes to do himself.

Powers/Skills: Has basic control of flames, and can communcate as if they were a living being. Unfortuantley, while he has basic street fighting abilities, it doesnt take much thought to knock him in the face.

Weapons and Gear: None

Strengths: Is a quick thinking person, usually able to talk out of a tempermental situation. He can fight rather well with flames, if he can be quick enough to get one started

Weaknesses: Has spent so much time on his craft he has neglected learning physical skills. This can be dangerous, especially if he isnt able to start up a flame with his strikrs.

Pet Peeves: Those who he considers to "play" with fire

Introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

Alittle about your character:
Originally born in an unknown country to parents whose names are foreign even to Roy himself, he has had to go through life to this point on his own. Not to say that he has had an incredibly hard time living alone, in fact, he has gone through life surprisingly well for one with little upbringing. The earliest memories that he possesses aren’t quite his fondest, beginning at his first home, residency of the Niruhn family. While he was neither abused nor mistreated, it was simply a home not built for him. All that he remembers of it was the fact it was within a large city, confined by stone and brick in every direction. So around the age of 10 he simply left. He traveled the continent in any way possible: cart, ship, but mostly, by his own sheer will power and desire to set his own home.

Around the age of 14 though, something awoke within him, something long dormant. While taking temporary with an old farmer and his wife, there was an incident in the nearby town. During a freak accident involving an old lantern and a child’s bed, the whole town had gone up in flames. As the villagers were hurrying, doing their best to try and help every man, woman and child, Roy just stood there. As the flames jumped and leaped from roof to roof they seemed to almost speak to him. From that day forward, he has been dedicated to studying fire in its entirety, not only as a force of destruction, but also as a living being.

He always kept fire close to him, almost as if it were his little brother. For seven long years he traveled from city to city, country to country, learning and studying all he could about his newfound “friend”. Not to long into his studies, 3 years at the max, he discovered an object used by mages worldwide: the fire tome. By using its power, he was able to summon and command the flames at will. After practicing for months of time, he has learned the skill of firebending, the art of controlling fire simply with ones bond to it. Unfortunately, while he is able to control the flames at will, he still lacks the ability to birth them of his own accord. To circumvent this problem, he always wears two small striker rings on both hands, one on his thumb and one on his forefinger. Within his right pocket is a metal tin, filled with what would appear to be a type of lamp fluid.

Strangely enough though, a trail of odd and bizarre fires seemed to follow the same path as Roy’s travels. While no one can say for certain that is was Roy, nor can they prove they were of his doing, some have claimed that the true criminal was a ‘red shirted bastard in blue pants’. Of course, these descriptions when trying to describe a single person are painfully vague at best; they are not so futile in the case of Roy. In the last eleven years, he has had but one pair of clothes, and these are the ones which he is wearing every moment of everyday. Almost a signature style, they are only removed from him while he’s trying to wash them, usually in the nearest clear water creek. Normally though, he couldn’t match those standards and would ”wash” them in a cattle pond or the likes. Yet when a cleaning becomes so necessary that it can no longer wait, Roy is left in his birthday suit as he washes, almost as if he were attraction to sit in the corner, unable to go about any of his daily activities.

[Blue_Strife]

Name: Tegalad Marcuzio
Age: Appears 12, real age unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Shayzakian
Class: Prisoner
Personality: Tegal may look 12, but he has the intelligence of a wise elder. He can strategize quickly and efficiently. To most people, Tegal’s cold. He barely even speaks, but he’s always thinking--watching everything, hearing everything. He rarely shows emotion, save for the occasional backtalking to the guards and superiors, he detests them with intense disgust, the origin of which is unknown even to him. He’s somewhat of an enigma, no one’s heard of a Shayzakian, nor has he. All he remembers is life in the prisons. Tegal also has a somewhat induced split-personality, or psychosis. Mostly when he’s asleep and his mind’s not completely awake does it happen.
Powers/Skills: Heightened Intelligence and reflexes. Somewhat stronger than your average human as well.
Weapons/Gear: N/A (I haven't decided yet, as the RP progresses he'll gain his weapon, I'll edit it in).
Strengths: His mind, and his speed.
Weaknesses: Trusts only himself.
Pet Peeves: The government of the planet, the guards of the prisons. Those who've persecuted him before he can even remember.
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert
Appearance: 4’11, average build. Striking purple eyes. Hair that stands on end on it’s own, about 3 inches, black, with dark blue on the tips. Pale skin. Standard prison garb for the time being.
Backstory: To be revealed later in the RP.
(I'll add a picture later)

[Zerlina]

I don't know if there's too many people, but might as well.

Name: Violetta
Age: It's rude to ask! Maybe about 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Thief
Description: She seems a walking oxymoron. Her tattered clothes (while clean) are gaudy- at first they seem ordinary, but on (not so) closer inspection, it looks as if she has decked them out with as many strange and tacky trimmings as she could find. Her hair is a mess of stringy curls that look as if they haven't been washed in a few weeks, and around her neck and wrists are strings of (probably stolen) jewellry which jingle as she walks.
Her actions and movement are graceful, but seem too trained and slightly unnatural.

Personality: She is blunt, and stubbourn, but posesses what she believes is class. A little inconsiderate (though not on purpose), she can be a royal pain, but if you're on her good side and appreciate her personality, she can be your best friend. On the positive, she is loyal and and somewhat of a philosopher.  
She very much gives the air of a poor person who likes to live in a fantasy of imaginary wealth and class.
Powers/Skills: Nothing unusual.
Weapons and Gear: She carries a small dagger around for defense, and a vile of poison around her neck for good luck. When needed, she can also use a variety of weapons.
Strengths: Agility, speed, cunning, and ability to memorize things quickly, as well as a nearly perfect auditory memory.
Weaknesses: vodk, longer range weapons and spells, combat in closed spaces, vodka, scattered opponents, combat in flat plains/places with nowhere to hide, and vodka..
Pet Peeves: When people tell her she's wrong, books with no pictures, smoke, people who shake their leg when they sit.
Introvert/extrovert: Depends, but usually an extrovert.
A little about your character: She grew up the bastard daughter of a disgraced lord. Even so, she was treated very well in her childhood, as the lord was truly in love with her mother and wanted the best for her and Violetta.
At the age of thirteen, Violetta began to study music at the Conservatory of Dilapidated Alleyways, under the instruction of a poor man who believed he was a great composer in a past life.
She had a short bout with fame, when she played a series of leads in small musical performances at local pubs and inns, gracing many makeshift stages. Her musical talent was not more than average at best, but what made her career was the exciting way which she performed stage combat (it is necessary to mention that perhaps her... well-cut out... costumes had something to do with this fascination).
She earned a living like this for many years, but when the day came that her father told her to commit and settle down, she moved out. Yes, unfortunately she could not stand to be contracted to only one pub.
In the new and larger city she was no longer a star, and could not compete with the actual talent. Now, she has taken to thievery, and quite enjoys it as it's far better than earning a living some other way. The way she sees it, thievery isn't wrong. It's simply another occupation that rewards hard work with money and sometimes other items.



I hope that's alright, I haven't RPed here before.
Do you guys use the method where you write for only your character? Or do you use the "continue the story, but focus on your character" method?

[Kijuki_Magazaki]

Considering Mid is the RP master, is a mix of both.

Follow the story but keep true to your character.

 I am sure Midnight, will later apply some more rules before the RP starts.

And as for your profile : it's great  *thumbs up*

[ZeroKirbyX]

Just try not to puppet any other characters.

[Blue_Strife]

Yeesh Kijuki, when you said long bio I didn't think you meant THAT long. x_x...

[Kijuki_Magazaki]

Yeah, I do that with most of my rp charas.

=P I like to give perspective to them XD

[Prpl_Mage]

Name: Draxx
Age: Around 17-20
Gender: Male
Race: Drahz´tilh
Class: Mage Knight
Description: Standard Purple Mage clothes, a dark blue robe with purple details. A purple mages hat with a blue cross ingraved in it, the eyes are cowered by a pair of pink googles with leather band.Under the robe he is wearing a mail armour and on his right shoulder he got a flat shoulder plate. Rest of the face is covered by a darkgreen and blue scarf. Leather pants and boots.
Underheath is the gray-like skin of a Drahz´tilh, his eyes are green and because he is a Drahz´tilh he doesn´t have any pupils. The nose is small and the ears to, the hair is somewhat fair but more dark.

Personality:Rushed. He wants to get things done as fast as possible and likes to fight, he doesn´t abandom a person in need...Unless that person is threaten by something scary or incredible strong. He enjoys tough exersice, apples and sausage.
Powers/Skills: He knows but two things, all passes down from his ancestors, Purple Lightning and Vanish. Purple lightning is mana stored in the body unleashed in the form of a purple thunderolt. Vanish is used to disapear from battles, nut he only turn deeply transperant.

Weapons and Gear: Matter Blade, The blade is made out of Tranquil Crystal and able to enter two dimensions, the common world and the inner world, when used as common world it acts like any weapon, but in inner world it is able to steal mana from the victim, althrough this doesn´t hurt them physical. Also a magic bracelet that for a shield of magic.
Strengths:Nothing really, exept his magic equipment.
Weaknesses: He is very bad at aiming and often miss, and exept for that he might screw up when using the Matter Blade. His magic is weak and vanish is really useless.
Pet Peeves:When using the inner dimension with the Matter Blade althrough the target has no mana. People who try to see his face and/or tuch his scarf,hat or googles.
Introvert/extrovert: Introvert

A little about your character: Draxx was the leader of a clan, during a raid the hideout got completly chrashed and everything got looted. Many of the clan members died and he was left alone, as the leader and only member. He carries the clan symbol with pride and gladly talk about the clans adventures.He cowers his face in fear that people will reconize him as the leader and pay back for all the things the clan has done.
Social Status:Draxx is a convict.

[ZeroKirbyX]

We can post long bios? Hell, I thought we were tryining to keep em short. XD