Shades of Grey [STARTED/NEW APPS AND RESERVERS PM ME YOUR APPS]

[Infinitus]

[spoiler=Plot(I don't know how many times of done this.)]

A powerful diety led the people of Craios through their long and fruitfull life. This diety, named Shynrioc, was always known as a just, knowledgable, merciful, and moral being. He created humans, and the great powers of magic and light. Until, this diety created dark beings and overran the cities and the towns, known as Grundors. There is now a small amount of people left, and a small resistance against the dark beings.

 

Years later, the diety has done things to even help the few people left of Craios out in small ways, and people have become confused as to the true nature of their diety. The few left in the resistance must destroy the Grundors and their forces, cleanse the giant land of Cairos, and find the truth of their god.

 

[spoiler=Application (NOTE: THIS IS ONE OF THOSE RPS WHERE PEOPLE BATTLE BY JUMPING AND FLYING AROUND, THAT KIND OF THING. KIND OF LIKE DISSIDIA.]

Name:

Age:

Sex:

Appearance(at least 5 sentences. I will allow pics, but description is required.):

Personality(at least 4 sentences):

Bio(at least 4 sentences):

Battle Style/Abilities(at least 3 sentences):

Weapon(Description or pic):

 

[spoiler=My App]

Name: Michael Ray

Age: 19

Sex: M

Appearance: A tall young man that's not too skinny and not too fat, and with a small tough of muscletone. His hair is shaggy and red, and reaches a little past the half way mark on his neck. His eyes are a dark brown, making his eyes look a deep and distinguished black.

 

He wears a white, sleeveless shirt, with a thin armor underneath that is covered by the shirt. He wears two gold shoulderguards on each shoulder, and a golden gauntlet on his right arm, with the fingers being sharp and pointy, giving a fierce appearance to the gauntlets.

 

He also wears a pair of white, baggy pants, with two gold plate armor boots.

 

Personality: A humorous kind of person, yet also a pessimistic one who doesn't look at the positives very much. He always puts the demands of war at a high priority ranking, and sees the world in the negative stereotype of suffering that people think of it as. In battle, he has the heart of a lion, and very much resilience. However, when other people need comforting, he can be knowledgable to help people push through hard times. These are the traits that allow him to lead the resistance.

 

Bio: He was a young boy who loved to take charge and take advantage of oppurtunities. He was also quite niave, but as time grew on, he simply learned about the world a little more, and took the world into a more pessimistic view. What never changed, is his faith in his diety, Shynrioc, and wanted to become a great Paladin warrior. When the Grundors came, he became faithless, and only believed in his abilities, and the possibility of destroying the evil forces and restoring things to normal.

 

Abilities: Michael is a Paladin who uses ariel attacks and super quick moving strikes. He tends to combine this with Holy Power to also use add a explosive effect to his attacks. His battle style is high speed, high adrenaline, and all offense.

 

[spoiler=Weapon]

 

 

[spoiler=Grundors]

We are going to add different kinds of Grundors, whether they be human like leaders or tiny monster pawns. I will allow you to PM me ideas, and just follow the forms the other ones I have made follow.

 

[spoiler=Pawn]

Appearance:

 

Abilities: A simple dark spirit that can slash at you with his sword. It's movement is normal, save his slashing abilities, and is easily defeated.

 

[spoiler=Golem]

Appearance:

 

Abilities: It is about 9 to 10 feet tall, and has strong resistance. It moves slowly, and it's attacks are strong, but slow and easy to dodge. However, it is also easily defeated by simply striking at it's legs.

 

[spoiler=Dark Flight]

Appearance:

 

Abilities: A quick, sharp striking wolf that can fly, making it a hard target to hit. However, it leaves a large opening for attack when it swoops down and stirkes at you. When this happens, strike it's wing, and then battle it on the ground, making for a much easier fight.

 

[spoiler=Shadow Stalker]

Appearance:

 

Abilities: A dark beast that can appear from anywhere, and seems to be strangely abstract. It can stretch it's sharp fingers and slice, it can even do this while it becomes a invulnerable shadow on the ground. However, if it wants to kill you, it will have to come up some time, and you will probably have to play a game of Whack a Mole. Be aware, for it could jump from the ground, slice you, and go back in quicker then you can yell for help.

 

[spoiler=Savage Striker]

Appearance:

 

Abilities: It cannot stretch or melt into the ground, but it can dart with great speed at you, slice at you with it's claws, and chomp at you with it's jaws. It will take more than a few hits to end this creature, and will resiliently continue to fight.

 

 

[Otaku-sama]

Reserve me a spot.

[Infinitus]

No problem. ^_^

[Azure Flame Kite]

Reserve, please

[Spartan919]

Name: Jason Clawborne

Age: 20

Sex: Male

Appearance: A tall man that seems at first to be of slight build. He appears abnormally thin, and most of his opponents have been found to underestimate him. He wears his coarse brown hair up, with a dark red bandanna keeping it from slipping into his dark blue eyes. His arms and legs, which appear smaller than average, are hardened with muscle from years of training and practice. He is clothed in chain armor, specially tailored to fit his body. It is colored a bright blue color, and is lighter than even mithril armor, and almost as tough. He wears a slanted helmet that reveals only his eyes, nose and mouth. He wears bracers instead of gauntlets, as he prefers the freedom for his fingers that they provide. His pauldrons are adorned wih spikes, and his boots are likewise. When not wearing his armor, Jason can be found wearing light blue pants, and a dark blue turtleneck shirt. His hair is kept unkempt when not adorned with the headband.

Personality(at least 4 sentences): Jason considers himself an optimist. He loves making friends, but his favorite thing in the whole world is battle...against foes of course. He would never unwittingly battle his friends. He always encourages his allies, and while seeming to have a harsh exterior, not many are more friendly then him.

Bio(at least 4 sentences): Since he was 5 years old, he has been trained by his father. He was trained in speed, and strength, and has carried this training into a daily calisthenics exercise. His family was killed when bandits raized his town; Jason was lucky to escape. He has raised himself since then, and has learned many street skills. Although he was a street boy, Jason never fought dirty, valuing honor and courage over victory.

Battle Style/Abilities(at least 3 sentences): Jason is a weaponsmaster, proficient with all weapons, master at many. He is a reckless strategist, often not thinking things through. Sometimes, he works defensively, and sometimes he charges with a powerful offense. He would much rather face an opponent head on then through trickery or guerilla tactics.

Weapon(Description or pic): Jason carries a wide variety of weapons on him. He carries a claymore sword, a short sword/buckler combo, throwing knives, and a chain flail. He does not carry a knife or dagger, believing them to be dishonorable and disgusting. He wears a mixed quiver of arrows and bolts, both adapted to work with both bows and crossbows. He carries a light ebony bow for ranged attacks.

[Infinitus]

Hmmm.....I've looked through your posts, and a few of them have, in fact, disobeyed the Advanced Clause Line Limit.

 

4 lines, at least. Not four sentences, four lines. You've done it before, as I've seen, but it must be done all the time. I will give you one warning, after that, out. Shadius has been cracking down on RPs that break the rules, and I don't want my RP locked.

 

Reserved. ^_^

 

EDIT: Spartan, you are accepted.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Name:Josep Zavara

Age:18

Sex:Male

[spoiler=Appearance:]

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 175 lbs

Has Short yet unkempt Black hair. and Light amber Brown eyes that always seem to Shine with innocence, despite his experiences with the Grundors. His Physique is a little on the small side, though he is slightly muscular due to his training and work at his farm.

 

When in combat he prefers to wear a no sleeved white cloth shirt that reveals most of his chest, though he normally wears a Light blue pendant to "cover up" his chest. He also wears Black Tapered pants that are tied to his legs with the weights he keeps by his ankles, while they may not seem like much they go ahead and also act as weights, they weigh more than they seem

 

Personality:He is quite the nice person, not suited to battle as stated by the others. When it came to protecting others he was always quick to take arms, however when he has been fighting for extended periods of time, he does fall to Bloodlust symptoms, making him a danger to Enemies and allies alike.

Bio:Was born to a farming family and grew up pretending to be a soldier while he worked in the Farm, he was scolded for this many times, but he didn't care. He was never a believer of the god Shynrioc, normally he skipped church meetings, and again was scolded by his family. But when he Learned of how the "god" betrayed them, he was very willing to stand up against him, even though others don't like the way he lives

Battle Style/Abilities:When using his Twin Blades his attack are swift, though when using them in conjunction the attacks are strong and powerful. When using his Single blade his attacks are slower and more precise going with strength and skill as his forte, in hand to hand combat he prefers taking the attacks of his opponent and then reversing the damage, or even doubling it back towards his opponent using his own bodies energy to amplify his power in a reversal.

Weapon:He holds three blades, the first is a straight sword with a Diamond shaped hilt and crossguard, colored dark gold. (seen in profile picture) The other two blades are twin swords reinforced by Mythril though they were created by Twin sword-makers that gave both swords a distinctive metal property giving them a Shining and Ominous finish to each.

[spoiler=Twin Blades]

 

[Infinitus]

Accepted.

[galesonic]

Reserve me a spot please.

[Infinitus]

Reserved.

[Christian Exodia]

Name: Hosep Blue

 

Age: 19

 

Sex(Gender): Male

 

Nickname(Added Extra): The Wine Glass Killer

 

Appearance: He has a slightly tan, but almost full caucausian skin with blue facepaint around the eyes, the chest, & the legs. A full head of hair adorns his head, going down five inches(Edge of neck) abnormal. He stands 5 feet exactly, & weights around 137 lbs.

 

A black war cap is over the head part of the hair. It is worn diagonal, & is worn out from an earlier battle. His face is cold & rugged, though not his smile. The smile shines through, giving him spirit.

Over his chest he wears a white shirt with a ruffled collar & a black jacket. Plus on his legs are the matching black pants, which have red stains from when each one was killed. The stains to him are pride, so they haven't been washed out.

 

Personality: Hosep may look cold on the battlefield or when his enemy is in his clutches, but elsewhere he is a very cheerful guy. He is a respected man, & does not leave this face except rarely. The man loves children, & will do anything for them. Once, he even had to show his secret, but the man, that child knew, was a killer. He never let the secret out afterwards, but he was always cheerful when wanted.

 

When his shadows are revealed as "The Wine Glass Killer", he is a cold, hard man, weary from his time of battle as General Blue. He is persuasive, & can pull a woman that clamps her mouth shut to admitting. As the man gets his guy almost persuaved, he stabs him in the throat & always leaves his glove. But everyone he kills is a murderer. He, like General Blue, had that shouting touch to his voice, & even made a man he killed tone-deaf. When the Grundors came, he slapped the cap back on & General Blue was on the case.

 

Bio: Hosep was born in Cairos on May 25, & he had a sweet life for awhile. His parents cared very well, & his life was filled with total joy. But then the Grundors came when he was 5, disaster struck. His parents were carried away by the Grundors, & that's when Hosep became angry. He joined the Resistance, & his nicknames followed. He was wise now, & was in need to find his parents & KILL THOSE GRUNDORS!

 

Battle Style/Abilities: Hosep is a calm fighter. He waits for an open body part & strike. And his speed is remarkable, he uses it to his advantage & is a Paladin. The style when he's down to mere amounts of health, the top speed is reached. The man goes psycho & his field is all aerial. He just drives in, or uppercuts. And when he uses his baronet sword, he only uses it once during low health.

 

Weapon/Weapon History(Added): He only uses one weapon. His baronet sword(Sometimes Poison-tipped) has a 12 inch sword from baronet end to sword tip. His Baronet is 5 inches longs, & dragons adorn it. The sword has been owned by Hosep since he was 5, right before his parents were taken away. It's rugged from many early battles(His dad reached Commander, but his nickname was also "General Blue") that the sword was used by his dad. Whenever he uses it, he cries because this is what his dad did, minus the Grundors. He wishes this is what will get his dad back.

[Infinitus]

Reserved.

[Christian Exodia]

Finished app, finally.

[Naimo]

Name: Lady Gladys Gifford

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Appearance:

[spoiler=appearance]

She measures at six feet, and underneath her ladylike body is actually powerful muscles. She tends to carry an umbrella with her, but she never opens it, because concealed inside is her weapon.

 

 

Personality: She isn't snobbish like most upper class people are. However, she knows how to be social due to her upbringing, and although she doesn't judge people according to class and treats people like equals, she will occasionally try to get things through people she thinks she can afford her request. She is also very tolerant and open minded, and will accept new ideas and changing attitudes.

Bio: Gladys was born to a Lord and Lady, so she has an ascribed status as a Lady. Unbeknown to her parents, her nanny was an ex-assassin, and Gladys took an interest into martial arts since she was three. Aside from learning how to fight, Gladys had been regularly taken to balls and formal dinner parties by her parents, and so she also knew how to be social, and general etiquette. As she grew older, her taste for overall appearance became even more bizarre, and although her parents do disapprove, she claims it is part of the 'new' look and that she knows what she's doing. When she turned eighteen, her nanny was no longer needed, but Gladys still kept in touch with her, and learnt the occasional one-off move, and when she was 21, her ex-nanny gave her the ball and socket sword she still uses to this day. A year later, her ex-nanny was killed after a run-in with a Grundor, and since then Gladys has vowed to revenge her death.

Battle Style/Abilities: Her style is tuned to her weapon (see below), but she can do just as well without it. Her style is very flowing, with very few sudden pauses, and she tends to use her arms rather than do kicks, which contributes to the flowing style. Because she uses her legs more for running, she is, to a degree, capable of running faster and jumping higher than the average person.

Weapon: She uses a sword that only has a grip and no guard; in place of the guard is a ball and socket joint, which allows the falchion-styled blade to swing accordingly to gravity or the force of the direction that Gladys sends it. If she wishes, she can flip two quick switches that locks the ball and socket joint. The grip of the sword is a very dark crimson, and the blade is pitch black.

[Infinitus]

OOC: Accepted. Let's start it up.

 

It was about 9:00 AM in the land of Craios, but if you looked out any window in every region of the land, it would look like it's 5:00 AM, dark clouds, and raining more than Grundors attacked, which is really saying something. Michael normally liked the sun to do the waking for him, but if it was ever to rain, he had an alarm clock, and setting it before he went to bed was becoming a daily practice, because it had been raining for the past 4 days. Michael set the volume of the currently ringing alarm clock to a volume that he could here, but no one else in the resistance HQ could here, so no one would be disturbed.

 

He blinked several times, staring at the wall, thanking Shynrioc that the Grundors had not yet attacked their yet to be booby trapped Headquarters. It had been kind of weird, because the resistance had been quite lucky in a lot of things recently, as if there is something somewhere helping them. What was supposed to be a month's supply of food has lasted for six months, and still plenty left. Michael, dressed in a blue T-Shirt and pajama pants, sat upright upon his bed, rubbing his eyes. He quickly got up, and walked over to his work desk in the left corner of the room.

 

He was working on what traps to place where around the perimeter of the base, and was almost finished. He had picked up a pencil and stared at his quite proffessional looking picture, which would have never looked presentable had it not been for the aid of a ruler to make straight lines. He made a few scribbles on the paper and used a ruler to measure according to his legend in the corner of the paper, to tell how many inches on the paper meant how many feet, and also put a legend for those more familiar with the metric system.

 

Michael only had one thought running through his mind as he prepared his paper. I don't know how long we can keep this up...

[Christian Exodia]

Hosep looked throughout the room he just awoke to. But he remembered, this is a new life, a new home. He saw it was raining. Again. This world just dosen't feel right anymore since the Grundors took over. He thought as he was putting his clothes on. He ran to the kitchen & got breakfast made. He stood to the rain & started weeping at the thought of his parents. Then measured how close he was to his parents. Not close, again. "Sadly, I might never make it to getting my parents back." He muttered as he started a walk through the forest.

[Naimo]

Gladys yawned as she awoke, aware of the heavy rain outside. She sat up and paused; just another dreary day, just like its precessors. She got out of her warm four-poster bed, and changed into her morning gown; a quaintly cut black silk gown with silver embroidery around the hem and sleeves, it lacked the glamour her usual outfit consisted of, yet it was glamour enough for the morning without taking out people's eyes.

 

She walked out of her room, down the mahognay-lined corridor, down the mahognay spiral staircase, across the marble floored hall, and into the dark ebony lined dinning room, where her parents happened to sit. Gladys wordlessly crossed to the table and sat down opposite her mother.

 

"Good morning father, good morning mother," she said to each in turn. It was evident she inherited her ginger hair and blue eyes from her mother, and the shape of her eyes from her father.

[Otaku-sama]

OoC: I was accepted through PM.

 

IC: Eron was already awake. He woke at 4 AM, before even the most industrious farmer would even concieve waking up. He woke early because he had a hit to do. He had not recieved a human assassination for a good two months.

 

I guess people are starting to see that Grundors are more of a concern than other people... Eron thought as he hopped from rooftop to rooftop of a small village.

 

Behind him loomed the Resistance HQ, the beacon of hope for anyone who wants to return the world back to its original state. Him, he didn't really care how the world turns out. No matter the circumstances, people will always want other people dead. He surveyed the streets below through the cold rain. His target was unusually hard to find, but then again, if someone asks for a hit from him, it would be someone they couldn't kill themselves.

 

Eron searched the streets for at least another ten minutes when he saw his target. He took out one of his signature throwing knives and dipped it's tip in a vial full of innocent looking clear liquid. The liquid flowed up the grooves of the knife and filled all of it. Eron took aim as the man looked around, looking for assassins. It was too late for him. Eron threw the knife, which embedded itself into his jugular vein. The man struggled as his blood flowed out of his neck, but suddenly seized up and fell to the ground like a statue knocked from its stand.

 

Unfortunately for Eron, a guard was nearby and spotted him.

 

"There! It's the assassin! Get him!" shouted the guard, alerting the local militia guards. Eron quickly ran across the rooftops, gracefully evading the arrows the guards shot at him, even catching a few in his cape. Eron knew he couldn't keep this up and headed straight for the Resistance HQ. He knew that if he managed to lose the guards, they would never check the HQ. Managing to lose the guards, he reached the HQ. He entered the main level and sat down at a table in the main lobby, catching his breath.

[Saiba Aisu]

Reserve me a spot, please, if possible. I'll PM the completed application later.

[Spartan919]

Jason sat in a cave, looking at the rain outside. He had woken earlier than most people, at dawn actually. He watched the people at the village to his south, watched them begin to wake up. He wondered if the bandits who had killed his family lived in this village. He wondered if he was even right, that it was bandits that killed them, and not Grundors. He was fairly sure, however. The signs weren't right for Grundors. He sighed, and got up. He dressed in his casual clothes, and put his armor and weapons in a haversack, knowing how villagers hated weapons. Although he despised knives, he slid a bone-handled dagger down his left boot, in case there were enemies inside the village. He put a dark red cloak that he had recently bought over his head, and headed for the village. As he walked he saw someone jumping from rooftops, arrows being fired in their direction. He marveled at the speed of the pursued, and decided to follow them. He hefted his haversack, ran toward the village, and followed the leaper on foot. They reached a building, and he went in. Jason waited for five minutes, as not to appear as if he was chasing him, then went in. He saw the man sitting to the side, and walked over to him.

"You're extremely agile," he said, sitting down beside him. "May I ask as to what you go by?"

[Christian Exodia]

Hosep watched for passers-by, but he was one. Life had become so drab, the Grundors work. He pops out A Picture of Dorian Grey, by Scott Wilde, his only novel. He had become attached to this book, & he stopped at a tree at the edge of the forest. He opens it & starts to read, but not before noticing two men. He thought, "Well, a rare moment. Better seize it." He follows suit & runs into the building. "Hey, what were you doing?" He asked the two men. He adjusted his coat & stuck his novel inside. He then combed his hair & adjusted his ruffle.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Josep was working in the grain fields, enjoying his menial labor as much as a man could. It had been a very short while since he had been called to service, so he had an air of boredom surrounding him.

"Man.....I really wish I could just leave this....but if I did, no bread for anyone and that would be counterproductive...." he could tell he was bored, he was talking to himself. He started slicing through the stalks, but every second each slice became more elaborate, "crap....I'm losing it..."

[Otaku-sama]

Eron looked up to see a slight built man asking for his name. Eron wasn't a fool. This random person could be a militia member. On the other hand, if he was a militia member, Eron would be fighting by now.

 

"You can call me Hawkeye. Who would you be because if you are one of those militia folks, I'll have to kill you..."

[Spartan919]

Jason laughed. This man thought he was part of a militia. Though the thought pleased him, he knew he must look a frightening sight, what with the cloak, the haversack, and all. He stopped, and decided to get serious with this Hawkeye.

"You can call me Clawborne. I am part of mo militia, and I never will be. I am a loner, a wanderer. Do not ask why, for you will get no answer. I have my reasons for doing what I do, just as everyone has their reasons for doing what they do...May I ask why those men were chasing you?"

[Otaku-sama]

"Like how you have your reasons, I have mine. I'd you ask me questions, I won't give you an answer," Eron said with a small grin.

 

He then noticed another man had seen him and had come to see him. This one was formally dressed and was putting a novel away.

 

"Huh. It seems I have myself a little fan club. Not the best thing to have when hiding from guards..."