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Dark Messiah: A new age. [PG-16/OOC/Started/Those slots get eaten up fast, dont they?(Not Accepting)]


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Kay, I'm seeing the bow stuff, but the Magic Powers are still there. That was the non-okayed part.

By the way guys, the IC OP is inviting ANYONE who could POSSIBLY have known Ristavan. Anyone who wants ANY Necromancer info better show up.

Garazza, Ristavan could easily have been the 'wandering priest'. He's a meddling son of a b**** like that.

Oddly enough, we have 7 people. Room for one more before we hit the cap. Cool. Time to go make one more advertise status.

IC's Up guys.

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[quote name='~Spike~' timestamp='1333220971' post='5896295']
Alright, so Chaos, I need your response, then we can get to Vairocana's charge. Vairo, hold off on that till Chaos gives an affirmative/negative will ya?
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Sorry, I had a late night and slept in till 2 in the afternoon. Right now I'm reading the after-posts, so you won't have to wait TOO much longer. D:

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Hold everything! HOLD EVERYTHING. First, I have something to say.

He never actually said the beginning part, he only thought of it. It wasn't in quotations. If it were in quotations, then he would say it. Otherwise, it would be mind reading, and that's actually breaking one of the rules of the RP forum.

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I feel the need to clarify. My Brotherhood of Iron aren't actually [i]made[/i] of iron. It's a collective of religious zealot/beserkers that worship iron as a god. Initiates are the lowest level, they weild iron as a weapon and can wear it as protection, but have no special ability other than being strong/having a high pain tolerance and generally not being afraid/running away.

Brothers wear the Devotion of Iron, which is a specially forged chain that has been permenantly fused onto the surface of their body. They have toughened bodies and can take blows on bare skin as if they were wearing armor.

Elders (what Dyriun is) are elite/high priests of the Brotherhood. In addition to toughened skin and immense strength, they can beseech the Iron Gods for additional power (basics outlined in my character bio).

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Because I don't think the bio was long enough.
[spoiler Because I also just realized how long my app is]
[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Name: November [/size][/color][/font]
[color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]Age: 25[/size][/font][/color]
[color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]Gender: Male[/size][/font][/color]
[color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]Class: Assassin[/size][/font][/color]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Personality: November is being of a strange mix of sadism and idealism. He thrives off chaos and disorder, his morals based off his sole view of the world and favoring the idea of fair fate over righteousness. He is generally very soft-spoken and passive with a gentle smile but when the situation is quite, however the more intense the circumstances surrounding he becomes the more rampant and impulsive. [/size][/color][/font][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]He also has an incredible [/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]fascination[/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3] with blood that increases [/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]proportionally[/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3] with his [/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]aggression[/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]. [/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]In intense fights, battles, and general havoc he [/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]reaches[/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3] a point of almost [/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]berserk[/size][/font][/color][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]behavior[/size][/font][/color][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]. At any point of time, he is firm to his ideals to that everyone to die was fated so in a manner random and fair allowing his to disregard guilt of all kills and continue unhindered reinforcing his chaotic influence. Remember that outside these situation however, he is quite soft and easy dealing with people and society in a kind fashion. [/size][/color][/font]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Appearance: November is fair-haired with azure eyes with an almost flawless face, unscathed. He constantly dresses in all white, a high-class dress shirt with loose fitting white pants used to clash starkly with the stain of blood. Normally, he will always carry a gentle grin. However his right hand which is normally concealed with a white parlor glove is a ruby that has been seared into the back of his hand causing visceral crimson lines to follow up his forearm. When in his berserk-trance, his eyes grow further and further crimson. [/size][/color][/font]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Bio: November. A name given, but his real one has long since been lost. Growing up abused in a sea-side town by his step-father he escaped and ran away at the age of 12, hitchhiking and wandering to the far larger capital of the area where he stole and scavenged his way two whole years. In this time he found out about himself, he came to the revelation that the world wasn't fair. His abuse, his survival, all while aristocrats and merchants dance in gowns. With his few friends he made in the back alleys they thought that fairness could be obtained by equalizing, by giving to the less fortunate. So they stole and scammed the rich of the city to feed themselves and some others. That was until the guard was hired and forced down the group where they proceeded to kill off his friends and leave November for dead. Laying there in the snow stained crimson, something broke inside November. He lost himself and in blind rage for his lost friends and shattered life he drew out something within him and the blood he shed formed a shard impaling one of the guards. He then drawing it from the late guard, he shielded a desperate arrow from the second before his own burst from his chest. Regaining his consciousness, he saw what he had down and feel into shock. [/size][/color][/font]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]When he awoke, he was lying bandaged in a warm bed in a dark stone room. A mysterious man approached him from his bedside and spoke of how he had seen November's work. November tried to introduce himself by his true name before interrupted by the man who said, "Names have no meaning, to those have no meaning to." November couldn't understand this at the time. He spoke to November not of his ability that murdered two men bu of his take, on the world. November told his story about his ideas of fairness and that it needed to be fixed but the incident of his friends death made him abandon that, maybe there was no such thing as fairness and equality. The mysterious man only grinned. Offering his hospitality, November stayed at the house of the mysterious man for a good week healing all of his injuries and when time said to say good-bye, the man stretched out his hand. He gave November a choice, that he could stay and be showed an opportunity to change this world to fix the corruption of this world, to create fairness. November thinking of what awaited him outside, cold blankets and no food, agreed, half out of curiosity half out of necessity. [/size][/color][/font]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Over the next 4 years, the man who was called now called Time, raised November in the ways of basic martial arts and the willful use of his ability of hemomancy. November flourished, and in these years he developed with the help of Time his idea that fairness only comes with chaos, that the current system of aristocracy and social classes came about by humans trying to avoid this. An unforgivable crime, to sacrifice the equality of others for themselves. He was trained to accelerate his madness, the source of his hemomancy to severely increase his powers with his maddening behavior. When his training was complete, Time gifted him a new name, November. He learned that there were 11 others, each taught to change the world and leave a legacy just as Time has done to November. When he left, November determined to dissolve the world back to the way it should be he needed power, to test himself he worked as an assassin against the powerful and influential hired and sometimes not, two birds with one stone he thought. One of the slain, February who found a harmonic stone which increased his power, was taken by November which accepted him and sunk its self into his flesh. Later on, he used his contacts to find and kill 5 of the other Months in one on one combat to test himself.[/size][/color][/font]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Now he stands hearing of [/size][/color][/font][color=#666666][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]Ristavan and an ample lead to help him on his mission and purpose. [/size][/font][/color]

[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Weapons. November carried a swift back-handed dagger and multiple throwing knives stored inside his clothing.[/size][/color][/font]
[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#666666][size=3]Magic Powers. Hemomancy, the control of blood. It's effect wavers based on the soul of an enemy, meaning on weak opponents he can simply rip the veins from their body at range but stronger foes require more tactical use by using either his own or the opponents fallen blood to form weapons, damage, traps, anything that can be of service. Self-use is also viable making him nearly immune to bleeding effects, and increased defense by hardening his blood. Multiple uses exist, again. [/size][/color][/font]
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