Braveheart: A Guild RP

[Sploda]

For those who are interested in this RP, I have a warning to give you before you fill out the application. This RP is not like the usual freeform RP. This RP has a set plot and will not deviate from it. As such the RP will be broken into chapters like a story, and at certain points I may interrupt your 'Epic Battle' in order to start the next Chapter. If this would bother you then I ask you not to join, if it won't bother you then please proceed.

[spoiler=Rules]I would hope, and think, you all should all know the rules about god-modding, power-playing, meta-gaming, short-posting, and other such things. I will list them out if I need to however and I probably will as the RP approaches being able to start. However I feel you all know the section rules well enough that I don't have to state them. Please don't prove me wrong.

Though I will say, be sure to raise any and all questions you might have about things to me in the OOC thread or over PM. And keep any bickering out of the OOC thread.

Also to make sure you read this, be sure to BOLD and UNDERLINE your character's name and Class.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Prologue]Wystra. A land gifted with fertile fields, abundant resources, and an insatiable lust for adventure. Of course not all is as it should be. For years the nations of the land have fought, neither side ever gaining an advantage. Even with the assistance of the native Guilds, the wars were always long and harsh.

However things seem to have turned for the better, a recent truce signed by the aging King Runwoth of Xanmalta and the Hierophant of Uaqua seems to have sparked the hopes of everlasting peace.

Xanmalta is the southernmost kingdom in the land of Wystra. At the time it was enjoying a peaceful, prosperous time. Crime rates were down, the economy was booming and the Guilds were sated. This time was brought about on the heels of the last Great War between Xanmalta and Uaqua.

However nothing lasts forever, dark times would soon follow when the sundering of nations began. Over the course of these dark times heroes, chosen by the seven Gods would rise and save the people. However for now let us look into another side of this tale.

Several of the chosen heroes were to emerge from this time, the time before the sundering of nations, often though unusual circumstances. These circumstances make up this story…[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Guilds]
Each Guild is assigned 3 special Traits that are granted to its members. A person may only join one Guild at a time, but may switch Guilds with the Guild Leader of the Guild the person wishes to join’s permission. Also with my permission RPers are also allowed to start their own Guilds, but I will assign Traits based on RPing skill, the leader’s fighting style and personality, and whatever I feel like giving you. All RPer created Guilds will be created during the RP not before.

The Guilds are as follows:

High Order
Leader: Enzax
Traits – Unwavering Resolve (Strength Increases when facing a stronger opponent.)
- Dying Will (Speed and Perception Increases when near death)
- Commanding Presence (Increases Fighting Skills of Allies within a 50 yard radius)
Members –
Base – Order Hold

Tantalix
Leader: Creator
Traits – Service before Self (Strength Increases by 2% for every ally engaged in combat and losing)
- Ingenuity (Stealth and Engineering Skills increased)
- Heads Rolling (Fighting Skills Increased when money is involved)
Members –
Base - Unknown[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Classes]
While for the most part everyone will be able to play as they like, I do request that you classify yourself as a class. This will grant you two, I repeat 2, Abilities exclusive to that class. It also makes it easier to set up fights against NPCs with you people. Please make sure you choose a Class from the list below.

Warrior – Bloodrage (Goes into a blind rage for 2 posts, increasing Speed and Strength by 8%)
- Titan Strength (Able to lift 3x body weight)

Rogue – Stealth (Become Undetectable to all people who aren’t 45 yards in front of you in a 180 degree arc)
- Bull’s Eye (Increased accuracy with Ranged attacks)

Mage – Arcane Presence (Decreases Downtime between abilities by 45 seconds)
- Mystify (Stun target for 2 seconds, be sure to ask the person’s/my permission before using)

Shaman – Communion (Increased Fighting Skills in Natural Areas)
- Ward of Resistance (Take 50% less damage from Magic based abilities)

Healer - Blissful Life (For every post not spent in combat increase your Healing powers by +1.5% (max 5 posts)
- Heart Failure...NOT! (Fake Death for 2 posts, undetectable except by another Healer)[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Application]
Character True Name: (Your character's birth name)
Adopted Name: (The name your character gives out)
Title: (Optional)
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:
Appearance: minimum of 4 lines. Preferred 5-7 lines or more.
Bio: Minimum of 9 lines
Class:
Fighting Style:
Weapon: No more than 3, no guns or anything like that.
Abilities: No more than 4 for now and this doesn't include Class abilities.
RP Sample: Must be On the Spot

[code]
Character True Name:
Adopted Name:
Title:
Nickname:
Age:
Appearance:
Bio:
Class:
Fighting Style:
Weapon:
Abilities:
RP Sample:[/code][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Guild Application]
Guild Name:
Leader:
Members: Minimum of 2
Reason for forming of Guild:
Base:

[code]
Guild Name:
Leader:
Members:
Reason for forming of Guild:
Base:[/code][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Accepted Applications][spoiler= Hydra of Legend]
[b]Character True Name:[/b] [u][b]Narcelyphrope[/b][/u]
[b]Adopted Name:[/b] [u][b]Lysander[/b][/u]
[b]Nickname:[/b] [u][b]the Pale Man[/b][/u]
[b]Age:[/b] Looks around twenty-three. He's looked like that for quite a while, however.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Cleanshaven man with forgettable facial features and incredibly pale skin, Lysander is known to make others apprehensive just by being looked at- though people aren't entirely sure [i]why[/i]. Though he is nearly seven feet tall, none of his size really becomes apparent in his very slender and frail seeming figure, almost amorphous or inhuman. Some postulate he resembles some sort of sea creature, with bleached-white skin, rubbery long limbs and a seeming lack of substance; particularly frightening are his arms, which due to a strange birth defect, hang far longer down than they should on any reasonable humanoid, down towards his knees.
His facial features are slight and shallow, none particularly impressive. His nose is barely a stub and only just qualifies as one under basic definition; his cheeks are gaunt and the bones pointy, but not jutting out in any particularly notable way. His eyes are blue, but the very pale, shallow shade of blue you'd see on seaside stones. His eyes never really seem to focus on anything in particular, and instead just tend to wander about, as if they were unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
Lysander's hair is a very bright, almost white blond, and very thin. It sticks to his scalp ragged and unattended to, a bit like hair growing from the scalp of a corpse. Despite the fact he never cuts it, neither does it seem to ever get any longer. He grows no facial hair, oddly, nor any body hair aside form on his head.
Lysander usually wears very refined and well-tailored clothing that he never takes off nor washes- as such, they are rather grimy, filthy and almost seem to merge into his frame, becoming a part of his body rather than just a piece of clothing. He wears a long black jacket of some unidentifiable material, with coattails that some how retain their bounce, as well as a pair of what were probably very good pants that at some point changed into some sort of membrane over his legs. Around his feet are gnarled, almost root-like things that may have been shoes once.
He sometimes wears a hat- but always a different one each time.
[b]Bio:[/b] Lysander's been around for longer than anyone can remember, really, living in a small log cabin next to the woods, where he works by chopping down trees and hunting animals no reasonable person would be able to take down. A quiet, reserved fellow that kept to himself, rumors often circulated about who he was, and what he was doing here. Some accused him of being a demon, a member of the undead or an agent of evil; others suspected he was born under a Witching Moon as part of a sacrifice to some long unknown dead god, whereas others believe he was once a simple man born with exceptional birth defects. Where ever he came from before he arrived at that small log cabin was ultimately unimportant, or so the majority of people from his village thought. He was frightening, but he brought in significant wood, and was one of the few people to safely traverse the dark woods even in the darkest winter. He lived simply, it appeared, and while he disliked crowds and the general public, he seemed to love children and certain animals.
On the other hand, however, there were those who didn't want to allow this freak of nature to continue existing. The few who accused him of being a creature of Darkness, one day gathered together and burnt his small log cabin to the ground. Lysander, who had been out in the woods at the time, returned and was accosted by the crowd. He fled into the woods, followed closely by mad pursuers.
Three days passed. Lysander left the woods, and began rebuilding his cabin.
The other members of the mob didn't return. But the wolves came; vicious wolves, scavengers from the mountains, though they didn't prey on the village's livestock. It wasn't until one of them was killed and a human hand was retrieved from its stomach that the townspeople realized what they must have been eating... and wondered if it was the wolves, or someone else who had slain them first.
Lysander finished his cottage in record time. Life returned to normal, but the village was no longer comfortable. After seeing what had become of their friends and family, they left; one by one, slowly at first, then faster. Eventually, the village was a ghost town of ramshackle buildings. Lysander didn't leave; he continued living there, for weeks, months, maybe even years. Eventually, he gathered up his things, left the cottage as it was, and walked out of the village.
There was a fire nary a week after that; it started in the deepest forest and spread out into the dead village, incinerating all traces of its existence. Wolves scattered from the forest, and some claimed that if you listened closely, you could still hear the horrible screams of the men and women that had first followed Lysander into those dark depths...
Stories were told about him, a traveling man, taller and thinner than any other by far. They call him a demon, they call him a witch. A fiend. a ghoul.
Others, however, know him simply as the Pale Man.
[b]Class:[/b] [u][b]Shaman[/b][/u]
[b]Fighting Style:[/b] Quiet and brutal, using as little actual violence as possible. Lysander doesn't fight as much with his hands and physical weapons than he does with his mind, using potent magic more often as a weapon. When possible, he will bend the minds of others nearby to his will.
[b]Weapon:[/b] No more than 3, no guns or anything like that.
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[b]Sinister Aura[/b] (Enemies lose stamina and willpower gradually the closer they get to you as fear infests their minds, starting from two yards away. The effect is instantly reversed if they exit the aura. This affects everyone except the user, and cannot be turned off.)
[b]Bend Nature:[/b] (Small plants in the area sprout spiky thorns and vines, and begin trying to envelope nearby enemies. Small trees may bend and try to crush enemies; large trees will simply grow new shoots. Being pricked by thorns can cause slight fatigue due to venom. 5-post recharge period.)
[b]Wolf of the Mind:[/b] (Invades the mind of someone within eyesight, inflicting them with horrific imagery that override all other thoughts, deterring them from what they were doing and injuring them mentally. People with strong willpower are still hurt, but can fight through the effects. 2-post recharge period.)
[b]Sinister Dimensions:[/b] (You can twist the space in dark areas, especially those filled with nature's energy. This can be done with little effort, but only functions within a ten-yard radius. People with high willpower can dispel the twists if they also have magical capabilities.)


[spoiler=RP Sample]
Heart pumping... vision spinning... I felt blood rush into my face. I took hasty breaths, large gulps of the bitter air in an attempt to calm myself. I blinked once, twice. No good. The darkness still seemed an inkier black than it did before, casting shadows somehow without light. I could see the creepy of the tree branches, the phantasmal hands moving the leaves as they scattered, dancing in the wind...

[i]GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN[/i]

I shook myself. There wasn't anything out there; I let out a sigh, the clicking of my mail rings oddly comforting. My companions looked at me worriedly, and I gave them a sheepish grin in response; they rolled their eyes and turned, and I was left with my confused thoughts.

What had happened there? I'd been standing guard at this post for... well, gods know, probably forever. My halberd felt comfortable in my hands, as did the torch by my side. I'd had a bit too much to drink, of course- that was it. That was always it. I'd been looking into the darkness of the woods for most of my life, and it'd never bothered me before. Just trees; a fringe of yawning yellow and intermingled green, with brown twisting trunks and leaves larger than my hands. It was an old part of the forest, one that hadn't been bothered to be cleared aside from the small traveler's path cut into it. Didn't know why they bothered to guard it- merchants that would have come on it had long been robbed anyway.

Still that... [i]icy chill[/i], that feeling of dread and death... it infested me entirely for a second. Was it a nightmare? I hoped as much... even so, it had to have been the most frightening thing I'd ever thought of, anyway. Some things should stay in dreams, including that silhouette- that blasted silhouette, of a corpse -a ghoul, really- moving across the lands. Welcomed by the trees, by nature, welcomed... even, [i]caressed[/i], like by a lover's touch. It was... disturbing. A vision I hoped to soon forget.

Then I noticed the man. Or, at least I thought it was a man; it was cloaked in black, dark black, melding into with the darkness. He was walking slowly, at a leisurely pace, and seemed rather tall; he would have blended in entirely if his skin hadn't been so brightly colored.

A fellow guard whispered to me. I nodded, and stood terse, upright- one needed to give the right impression, after all. The closer the visitor got, the more I felt the hair prickle at the back of my neck. I stared off at a tree, perfectly still, the image of a statue. I didn't know why, and I didn't know how, but I thought it would be a very bad idea if I turned.

I heard the whimpers of the other guards. I still didn't turn. Black ebbed at the sides of my vision, clawing at my mind; I could feel... something... chomping at the bit in my head. My legs trembled. I felt the presence get even closer, and then-

"Thank you for not looking." I heard a simple, calm, almost kind voice say. The presence drew away.

I stood in place for a few seconds, then fell to me knees. I shook my head, again and again, then sighed and looked up.

The shadows didn't seem quite so black anymore.[/spoiler]

[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Otaku-sama]Character True Name: [b][u]Misao Minegishi[/b][/u]

Adopted Name: Misao

Title: Hybrid Mage 

Nickname: The Quicksilver

Age: 21

Appearance: 5' 6", tanned skin, lithe and muscular frame. Her large eyes are an intense forest green that seem to draw one's eyes irresistibly to the centre. Her hair is kept neck length and is a mysterious shade of pale blue, bleached by the latent energies about her. She appears to have a faintly visible white aura about her and becomes very visible when she loses her temper or is in combat. She is often seen wearing her silver vest, loose shorts and high boots. Her clothing is made of magical cloth woven from various blends of thread that makes it light and free flowing, suitable for mana to flow, yet string enough to withstand sword strikes.  Her vest is sleeveless and opened in the centre, under which she wears only a bra, revealing her midriff. She always wears a gold circlet with inlaid opals, which helps her harness her mana. She wields a short, blue crystal bow in battle, which is only the length of her arm.

Bio: Misao was born to a simple peasant family with two older brothers. At an early age, she was sickly and bed ridden most of the time. However, at age 5, she suddenly became stronger and healthy. At the same time, she started developing her strange aura. Her parents, who were gravely concerned, brought her to the village elder, who identified her as having great magical potential and sent her off to a Mage guild. There, she learned to control her latent magic, which was mysteriously free of an elemental attribute. She also showed physical prowess, unlike most of her peers. These strange abilities caught the attention of an archmage, who trained her personally. The archmage discovered that she was a rare hybrid mage, adept with magic while still maintaining her body's full physical strength. With training, she grew very powerful. However, when she accidentally killed a peer during practice, she ran away to another city, hoping to avoid the penalty of death. She crafted her circlet to help her take control of her own power in the hopes that she will never kill anyone again.

Class: [b][u]Mage[/b][/u]

Fighting Style: Heavily based in mobility and magic. Often flits just beyond enemy reach while attacking with powerful magic strikes from her magic bow and non elemental spells. Although not being able to overpower a warrior or outrun a rogue, she can still hold her own when forced into close quarters. Her fighting style is very energetic and uses a lot of mana, so prolonged fights will drain her and may cause her to fall into a coma to recover mana.

Weapon: Arm of Sargon El Kish (Crystal Bow): A useless piece of crystal to anyone but Misao. Misao is able to harness her unique mana through the structure of the bow to fire magic arrows. It is indestructible by non magical means and can be used to ward off melée attacks.
Misao's Circlet: Allows her to control herself during more powerful spells. Without it, she will not have access to her most powerful spells without destoying herself in the process. Also indestructible to physical means.

Abilities: Mystic Grace: By using mana, she is able to perform superhuman feats of strength and agility.
Null and Void: Can use mana to remove the element of a spell casted on her or an ally, thereby reducing its harm. 
Mystic Intuition: Her mana is at her fingertips, allowing her to use her mana in a near infinite number of ways.
Shock Coma: Instead of dying when she runs out of mana, she falls into a comatose state that forces her to regenerate mana to safe levels.

RP Sample: Misao was in complete shock. She could barely recognize what was happening. She pulled her hands back and stared into the face of her long time friend. He had a rather bewildered, yet blank look on his face. Misao looked at her hands. They were dark crimson with blood, his blood. She looked back to her friend. He looked down at his stomach. A large dark hole straight through his core oozed blood onto the thirsty sand below. He didn't cry out in pain, but simply fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud. Medics rushed to the boy, trying everything in their power to help the young man grip onto his rapidly escaping life. She ran out of the arena, as fast as she could, with all her strength. She didn't know where, she just knew she had to get out. Anywhere but there. She ran into the forest, the sounds of the chaos in the arena only a light buzz in her ear. She ran for what felt like hours, through the trees and stirring up the animals of the forest. She finally stopped when she reached a small stream. She saw her bloodied hands once more and frantically shoved them into the stream. She scrubbed frantically, taking them out only to put them back in. She scrubbed and scrubbed until her hands were raw, but nothing could remove the stains from her hands. She then broke down crying. She didn't cry with tears, but cried with pure hysteria. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide and teeth gnashing. The area around her appeared to undoing itself, falling to pieces around her and flying into each other. Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over her. She fell backwards as her world turned quickly black.[/spoiler]
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[Nexev]

I will both reserve and I will like to see what a guild started by me would have looked like.

[Otaku-sama]

Looks good. I like a well structured RP. Reserve.

[Hydra of Ages]

App. Sorry it's a bit unorthodox, but you didn't put too many guidelines.

[spoiler= Application]
[b]Character True Name:[/b] [u][b]Narcelyphrope[/b][/u]
[b]Adopted Name:[/b] [u][b]Lysander[/b][/u]
[b]Nickname:[/b] [u][b]the Pale Man[/b][/u]
[b]Age:[/b] Looks around twenty-three. He's looked like that for quite a while, however.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Cleanshaven man with forgettable facial features and incredibly pale skin, Lysander is known to make others apprehensive just by being looked at- though people aren't entirely sure [i]why[/i]. Though he is nearly seven feet tall, none of his size really becomes apparent in his very slender and frail seeming figure, almost amorphous or inhuman. Some postulate he resembles some sort of sea creature, with bleached-white skin, rubbery long limbs and a seeming lack of substance; particularly frightening are his arms, which due to a strange birth defect, hang far longer down than they should on any reasonable humanoid, down towards his knees.
His facial features are slight and shallow, none particularly impressive. His nose is barely a stub and only just qualifies as one under basic definition; his cheeks are gaunt and the bones pointy, but not jutting out in any particularly notable way. His eyes are blue, but the very pale, shallow shade of blue you'd see on seaside stones. His eyes never really seem to focus on anything in particular, and instead just tend to wander about, as if they were unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
Lysander's hair is a very bright, almost white blond, and very thin. It sticks to his scalp ragged and unattended to, a bit like hair growing from the scalp of a corpse. Despite the fact he never cuts it, neither does it seem to ever get any longer. He grows no facial hair, oddly, nor any body hair aside form on his head.
Lysander usually wears very refined and well-tailored clothing that he never takes off nor washes- as such, they are rather grimy, filthy and almost seem to merge into his frame, becoming a part of his body rather than just a piece of clothing. He wears a long black jacket of some unidentifiable material, with coattails that some how retain their bounce, as well as a pair of what were probably very good pants that at some point changed into some sort of membrane over his legs. Around his feet are gnarled, almost root-like things that may have been shoes once.
He sometimes wears a hat- but always a different one each time.
[b]Bio:[/b] Lysander's been around for longer than anyone can remember, really, living in a small log cabin next to the woods, where he works by chopping down trees and hunting animals no reasonable person would be able to take down. A quiet, reserved fellow that kept to himself, rumors often circulated about who he was, and what he was doing here. Some accused him of being a demon, a member of the undead or an agent of evil; others suspected he was born under a Witching Moon as part of a sacrifice to some long unknown dead god, whereas others believe he was once a simple man born with exceptional birth defects. Where ever he came from before he arrived at that small log cabin was ultimately unimportant, or so the majority of people from his village thought. He was frightening, but he brought in significant wood, and was one of the few people to safely traverse the dark woods even in the darkest winter. He lived simply, it appeared, and while he disliked crowds and the general public, he seemed to love children and certain animals.
On the other hand, however, there were those who didn't want to allow this freak of nature to continue existing. The few who accused him of being a creature of Darkness, one day gathered together and burnt his small log cabin to the ground. Lysander, who had been out in the woods at the time, returned and was accosted by the crowd. He fled into the woods, followed closely by mad pursuers.
Three days passed. Lysander left the woods, and began rebuilding his cabin.
The other members of the mob didn't return. But the wolves came; vicious wolves, scavengers from the mountains, though they didn't prey on the village's livestock. It wasn't until one of them was killed and a human hand was retrieved from its stomach that the townspeople realized what they must have been eating... and wondered if it was the wolves, or someone else who had slain them first.
Lysander finished his cottage in record time. Life returned to normal, but the village was no longer comfortable. After seeing what had become of their friends and family, they left; one by one, slowly at first, then faster. Eventually, the village was a ghost town of ramshackle buildings. Lysander didn't leave; he continued living there, for weeks, months, maybe even years. Eventually, he gathered up his things, left the cottage as it was, and walked out of the village.
There was a fire nary a week after that; it started in the deepest forest and spread out into the dead village, incinerating all traces of its existence. Wolves scattered from the forest, and some claimed that if you listened closely, you could still hear the horrible screams of the men and women that had first followed Lysander into those dark depths...
Stories were told about him, a traveling man, taller and thinner than any other by far. They call him a demon, they call him a witch. A fiend. a ghoul.
Others, however, know him simply as the Pale Man.
[b]Class:[/b] [u][b]Shaman[/b][/u]
[b]Fighting Style:[/b] Quiet and brutal, using as little actual violence as possible. Lysander doesn't fight as much with his hands and physical weapons than he does with his mind, using potent magic more often as a weapon. When possible, he will bend the minds of others nearby to his will.
[b]Weapon:[/b] He keeps an axe, though typically not to kill people with.
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[b]Sinister Aura[/b] (Enemies lose stamina and willpower gradually the closer they get to you as fear infests their minds, starting from two yards away. The effect is instantly reversed if they exit the aura. This affects everyone except the user, and cannot be turned off.)
[b]Bend Nature:[/b] (Small plants in the area sprout spiky thorns and vines, and begin trying to envelope nearby enemies. Small trees may bend and try to crush enemies; large trees will simply grow new shoots. Being pricked by thorns can cause slight fatigue due to venom. 5-post recharge period.)
[b]Wolf of the Mind:[/b] (Invades the mind of someone within eyesight, inflicting them with horrific imagery that override all other thoughts, deterring them from what they were doing and injuring them mentally. People with strong willpower are still hurt, but can fight through the effects. 2-post recharge period.)
[b]Sinister Dimensions:[/b] (You can twist the space in dark areas, especially those filled with nature's energy. This can be done with little effort, but only functions within a ten-yard radius. People with high willpower can dispel the twists if they also have magical capabilities.)


[spoiler=RP Sample]
Heart pumping... vision spinning... I felt blood rush into my face. I took hasty breaths, large gulps of the bitter air in an attempt to calm myself. I blinked once, twice. No good. The darkness still seemed an inkier black than it did before, casting shadows somehow without light. I could see the creepy of the tree branches, the phantasmal hands moving the leaves as they scattered, dancing in the wind...

[i]GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN[/i]

I shook myself. There wasn't anything out there; I let out a sigh, the clicking of my mail rings oddly comforting. My companions looked at me worriedly, and I gave them a sheepish grin in response; they rolled their eyes and turned, and I was left with my confused thoughts.

What had happened there? I'd been standing guard at this post for... well, gods know, probably forever. My halberd felt comfortable in my hands, as did the torch by my side. I'd had a bit too much to drink, of course- that was it. That was always it. I'd been looking into the darkness of the woods for most of my life, and it'd never bothered me before. Just trees; a fringe of yawning yellow and intermingled green, with brown twisting trunks and leaves larger than my hands. It was an old part of the forest, one that hadn't been bothered to be cleared aside from the small traveler's path cut into it. Didn't know why they bothered to guard it- merchants that would have come on it had long been robbed anyway.

Still that... [i]icy chill[/i], that feeling of dread and death... it infested me entirely for a second. Was it a nightmare? I hoped as much... even so, it had to have been the most frightening thing I'd ever thought of, anyway. Some things should stay in dreams, including that silhouette- that blasted silhouette, of a corpse -a ghoul, really- moving across the lands. Welcomed by the trees, by nature, welcomed... even, [i]caressed[/i], like by a lover's touch. It was... disturbing. A vision I hoped to soon forget.

Then I noticed the man. Or, at least I thought it was a man; it was cloaked in black, dark black, melding into with the darkness. He was walking slowly, at a leisurely pace, and seemed rather tall; he would have blended in entirely if his skin hadn't been so brightly colored.

A fellow guard whispered to me. I nodded, and stood terse, upright- one needed to give the right impression, after all. The closer the visitor got, the more I felt the hair prickle at the back of my neck. I stared off at a tree, perfectly still, the image of a statue. I didn't know why, and I didn't know how, but I thought it would be a very bad idea if I turned.

I heard the whimpers of the other guards. I still didn't turn. Black ebbed at the sides of my vision, clawing at my mind; I could feel... something... chomping at the bit in my head. My legs trembled. I felt the presence get even closer, and then-

"Thank you for not looking." I heard a simple, calm, almost kind voice say. The presence drew away.

I stood in place for a few seconds, then fell to me knees. I shook my head, again and again, then sighed and looked up.

The shadows didn't seem quite so black anymore.

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[Sploda]

Hydra I'm happy to accept you into my RP.

Do you RP in first person often?

[Hydra of Ages]

Occasionally. In this case, it was just to show the inner thought process of the random guard; in the actual RP, I'll likely use 3rd.

[Sploda]

I see, I was just curious.

You seem to be good at it.

[Nexev]

Character True Name:[u][b] Serbow Toadstoal[/b][/u]
Adopted Name: Waweegee
Title: Jumpmaster
Nickname: Whatever someone decides to call him
Age: 35
Appearance: [img]http://oyster.ignimgs.com/wordpress/www.ign.com/11556/2010/11/waluigi.jpg[/img]
Bio: Serbow lived a life of adventure from his childhood. Raised by gypsies, his dreams were field of stories of powerful weapons and heros. When he grew up he decided to live those dreams. He went around, searching for artifacts from ages past. Kinda like Indiana Jones, who is a action hero from Earth you never heard of.

Earth is a fictional planet that you heard stories about. They are obviously pointless as space travel is nonexistent but it's interesting enough to read about. Waweegee dreams of being a hero, and jumps at the chance whenver he can, though he tries to play it off cool.
[u][b]Class[/b][/u]: Plumber
Fighting Style: High damage attacks, unorthodox fighting style. Can cut a swathe into enemy lines with cover, however slow speed and defense means that he will have to flee a battle if he is neither ambushing or fighting with an ally.
Weapon: Princess A special hammer of a unknown design. Unknown because anyone trying to figure out how the thing works tends to go mad. It's creator is unknown as with most things about the weapon. Waweegee found it after searching many abandoned castles. It's extremly heavy, partly because it has jet rockets installed.
It is devastatingly strong but slow due to how hard it is to lift the thing. Luckily for Waweegee he found several tricks to make it easier, mainly involving manipulating the strength of the rocket jets output as well as the direction of said jets to make his bizarre fighting style.

Also he has some dynamite to distract enemies while he closes in on them.
Abilities: Fwoosh!: Expert in pyrotecnics and explosives
ZOMG BOOM!: Exceptionally high physical strength.
RP Sample: Waweegee danced throughout the battlefield. Dancing is not the word for it though if you asked anyone else.

More like RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE LIKE A COMPLETE WIMP.

But those people don't understand Waweegee. He has a PLAN.

It's called Operation: Not Die.

It did NOT involve getting shot by guns.

The air was polluted with the sharp crack of gunfire before it abruptly stopped. Waweegee smiled, they finally ran out of ammo. Drawing Princess he used the rockets to send him hurtling towards his opponents. Colliding with them in a messy heap. Being used to collisions bye now, Waweegee was the first up and with a sickining squish, one of the guard's heads was splattered onto the grass. The other guard got up by this time and lunged at Waweegee's throat to avenge his comrade. Suprised by the ferocity, Waweege dropped the Princess and clawed at the hands grabbing his throat. In the tussle Waweegee slipped on some of the spilled blood and both of them fell in a heap. Waweegee was able to take advantage of this and get out of the grapple.

With a punch the guard was rendered unconcious, with a lit stick of dynamite to keep the guard company Waweegee left the area. He got his information, he knew where to get the Starman's jewel.

Now he just had to figure out how to get there.

[Sploda]

@Nexev
Please read the Rules before posting an App.

[Nexev]

I did read them, but I spent to long on the app that I forgot some pieces.

So fixd.

Happy?

[Otaku-sama]

Character True Name: [b][u]Misao Minegishi[/b][/u]

Adopted Name: Misao

Title: Hybrid Mage 

Nickname: The Quicksilver

Age: 21

Appearance: 5' 6", tanned skin, lithe and muscular frame. Her large eyes are an intense forest green that seem to draw one's eyes irresistibly to the centre. Her hair is kept neck length and is a mysterious shade of pale blue, bleached by the latent energies about her. She appears to have a faintly visible white aura about her and becomes very visible when she loses her temper or is in combat. She is often seen wearing her silver vest, loose shorts and high boots. Her clothing is made of magical cloth woven from various blends of thread that makes it light and free flowing, suitable for mana to flow, yet string enough to withstand sword strikes.  Her vest is sleeveless and opened in the centre, under which she wears only a bra, revealing her midriff. She always wears a gold circlet with inlaid opals, which helps her harness her mana. She wields a short, blue crystal bow in battle, which is only the length of her arm.

Bio: Misao was born to a simple peasant family with two older brothers. At an early age, she was sickly and bed ridden most of the time. However, at age 5, she suddenly became stronger and healthy. At the same time, she started developing her strange aura. Her parents, who were gravely concerned, brought her to the village elder, who identified her as having great magical potential and sent her off to a Mage guild. There, she learned to control her latent magic, which was mysteriously free of an elemental attribute. She also showed physical prowess, unlike most of her peers. These strange abilities caught the attention of an archmage, who trained her personally. The archmage discovered that she was a rare hybrid mage, adept with magic while still maintaining her body's full physical strength. With training, she grew very powerful. However, when she accidentally killed a peer during practice, she ran away to another city, hoping to avoid the penalty of death. She crafted her circlet to help her take control of her own power in the hopes that she will never kill anyone again.

Class: [b][u]Mage / Rogue[/b][/u], mostly Mage 

Fighting Style: Heavily based in mobility and magic. Often flits just beyond enemy reach while attacking with powerful magic strikes from her magic bow and non elemental spells. Although not being able to overpower a warrior or outrun a rogue, she can still hold her own when forced into close quarters. Her fighting style is very energetic and uses a lot of mana, so prolonged fights will drain her and may cause her to fall into a coma to recover mana.

Weapon: Arm of Sargon El Kish (Crystal Bow): A useless piece of crystal to anyone but Misao. Misao is able to harness her unique mana through the structure of the bow to fire magic arrows. It is indestructible by non magical means and can be used to ward off melée attacks.
Misao's Circlet: Allows her to control herself during more powerful spells. Without it, she will not have access to her most powerful spells without destoying herself in the process. Also indestructible to physical means.

Abilities: Mystic Grace: By using mana, she is able to perform superhuman feats of strength and agility.
Null and Void: Can use mana to remove the element of a spell casted on her or an ally, thereby reducing its harm. 
Mystic Intuition: Her mana is at her fingertips, allowing her to use her mana in a near infinite number of ways.
Shock Coma: Instead of dying when she runs out of mana, she falls into a comatose state that forces her to regenerate mana to safe levels.

RP Sample: Misao was in complete shock. She could barely recognize what was happening. She pulled her hands back and stared into the face of her long time friend. He had a rather bewildered, yet blank look on his face. Misao looked at her hands. They were dark crimson with blood, his blood. She looked back to her friend. He looked down at his stomach. A large dark hole straight through his core oozed blood onto the thirsty sand below. He didn't cry out in pain, but simply fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud. Medics rushed to the boy, trying everything in their power to help the young man grip onto his rapidly escaping life. She ran out of the arena, as fast as she could, with all her strength. She didn't know where, she just knew she had to get out. Anywhere but there. She ran into the forest, the sounds of the chaos in the arena only a light buzz in her ear. She ran for what felt like hours, through the trees and stirring up the animals of the forest. She finally stopped when she reached a small stream. She saw her bloodied hands once more and frantically shoved them into the stream. She scrubbed frantically, taking them out only to put them back in. She scrubbed and scrubbed until her hands were raw, but nothing could remove the stains from her hands. She then broke down crying. She didn't cry with tears, but cried with pure hysteria. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide and teeth gnashing. The area around her appeared to undoing itself, falling to pieces around her and flying into each other. Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over her. She fell backwards as her world turned quickly black.

[Sploda]

@Nexev
Your App doesn't appear to be serious and your attempting to use Technology that doesn't blend with the times. We are set in a Medieval Tech era with magic, there are no Rockets and such.

@Otaku
The only issue I saw with your App is the double Class part. I will label you as a Mage since you said mostly mage. You are free to keep your weapons though, I'm not restricting Weapons to certain classes.

[Nexev]

You could have put that in the actual story then.

Plus why is it impossible to have rockets if you mave magic.

Enchant a cylindar to cast fireball and then I don't even need fuel.

Problem solved.

[Sploda]

@Nexev
Your not even a valid Class. I'll give you one last chance to edit your App, after that my decision will be final.

[Nexev]

[quote name='LichKing Lelouch' timestamp='1292688300' post='4861832']

While for the most part [u]everyone will be able to play as they like,[/u] I do request that you[u] classify yourself as a class[/u]. This will grant you two, I repeat 2, Abilities exclusive to that class. It also makes it easier to set up fights against NPCs with you people.

Warrior – Bloodrage (Goes into a blind rage for 2 posts, increasing Speed and Strength by 8%)
- Titan Strength (Able to lift 3x body weight)

Rogue – Stealth (Become Undetectable to all people who aren’t 45 yards in front of you in a 180 degree arc)
- Bull’s Eye (Increased accuracy with Ranged attacks)

Mage – Arcane Presence (Decreases Downtime between abilities by 45 seconds)
- Mystify (Stun target for 2 seconds, be sure to ask the person’s/my permission before using)

Shaman – Communion (Increased Fighting Skills in Natural Areas)
- Ward of Resistance (Take 50% less damage from Magic based abilities)

Healer - Blissful Life (For every post not spent in combat increase your Healing powers by +1.5% (max 5 posts)
- Heart Failure...NOT! (Fake Death for 2 posts, undetectable except by another Healer)
[/quote]


Now then you may say that despite the complete lack of anything stating that using a preset class was required you may still claim that said app is out of line.

At which case I will ask that next time you want to issue complaints, do a better job at it.

[Sploda]

@Nexev
App not accepted.

Simple as that.

Most people with Common Sense know that when a list is provided on said subject then you are to use said list.

Now I'm not debating this nor arguing it, my RP, end of story, good-bye.

[Otaku-sama]

Bump for great justice.

[Sploda]

I haven't forgotten about this RP, I'm currently finalizing a few things and looking for other members. Feel free to invite other members if you wish.