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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:44 pm
The Le Jongleur
An overview of the Le Jongleur Faction The Le Jongleur are a famous faction that have only been rumored to exist. The truth of the matter is that they do exist although they aren't what all the rumors claim. Although they do indeed strive for a balanced world that is in complete equilibrium, they manage to make sure that that balance is tipped in their favor. Guided by a mystic seer known only as Kaiwyn, the Le Jongleur are likely the most influential political faction in existance; mainly for the fact that many people under their influence don't realize it. The faction consists of mainly eyes and ears who report what they hear and see to the Arc d'Jongleur. Others consist of those who actively pull the strings in order to influence the politics of Espion and parts of Naraohan. Active members of the Le Jongleur vary widely. Many of the eyes and ears that the faction uses are tavern owners, blacksmiths, merchants, etc. These people would be considered the informants and make up the majority of the population of the Le Jongleur though their roles and knowledge of the faction is small. Higher up are the scholars and researchers who process what is known about the world and what information is provided into valuable ways to guide the world into balance. On the same level as the scholars and researchers are those who must influence others. These are generally actors, politicians, and others who are held in high respect among the people of Gi. This is but the basic politics of the many workings of the Le Jongleur. Members are always sought out by the Le Jongleur, those who admittedly try to seek them will never find them. The Le Jongleur hold close the rule that no military person will be allowed into the faction, as the art of fighting and war is seen as nothing but a manipulative course. The sign of the Le Jongleur is that of a willow tree within the pupil of an eye. A sign that many people refer to as either the sign for theatre or wisdom.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:47 pm
Rules & FAQ Rules:1.) Obey all Gaian ToS and guild rules. 2.) Have fun, after all that is what it is all about. 3.) Be creative and original. The Le Jongleur are not your average heroes who go off on innumerable campaigns to stop evil sorcerers and save damsels in distress. They are a very political group and very smart, using their knowledge to their advantage. They are also very crafty and manipulative. DONT FORGET THIS! 4.) Think long and hard about your character. If I reject a portion, or an entire character, don't be too surprised. This faction is very seclusive to any of it's higher members, and the lower will all be NPCs. 5.) Be prepared for anything. We will challenge you in this roleplay, so be expectant of it. Anything and everything can and will be thrown at you. 6.) Don't be afraid to ask questions if you don't understand something. They can be pm'd to me or asked in the OOC thread. FAQ-no questions asked as of yet-
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:50 pm
Character Information Requirements and Tips:1.) The character must be original and fit into the faction of the Le Jongleur. 2.) You must be active and willing to take on challenges presented to you. 3.) You must be willing to spend a good portion of your time roleplaying by yourself or with one or two other people. I want to spread the characters evenly, not group them up into one herd. 4.) To help accomplish this you are allowed to roleplay with more than one character. Although even with a small group the chances are that only one or two members will be a member of the faction, and the others may or may not know about it. Of course if you want a lone rogue, that is perfectly acceptable as well. 5.) Please send me a one paragraph roleplay from your characters point of view as well as one or more other roleplay samples. These can be provided via link as long as that link leads to a forum which I can view. 6.) Don't be surprised if I ask you to change up your character profile. I plan on being very seclusive about the faction due to the strong role that they play. If you see a character around the rest of the site and feel that they would make a good Le Jongleur let me know and I might possibly recruit them. 7.) Delete anything in parenthesis when filling out the Profile Skeleton and submit it as Puppetmasters so I know that you have read everything. Even the best profile submitted to me incorrectly will be rejected. Also you only need to post a profile for each of your main characters involved. Any bodyguards or traveling companions should be named and listed, but a full profile is not required for them. Profile Skeleton:
[b]Gaianame[/b]:
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Race[/b]:
[b]Height[/b]: [b]Weight[/b]:
[b]Appearance[/b]: (Text or Character art + Text only. I don't want pictures of anime that was not drawn to fit this character.)
[b]Personality[/b]: (At least a few basic traits, more can be revealed throughout the roleplay.)
[b]Biography[/b]: (Again give us at least a basic outline of who the character is. If they can use magic post it here. If there are any other traits that they have that would be considered "special" I want to know about it.)
[b]Other[/b]: (Anything else you want us to know about your character)
[b]Faction Ties[/b]: (Why they are part of the Le Jongleur, or if not a faction member, how they are tied to the Le Jongleur.)
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:55 pm
Accepted Profiles Apollo Tha Prophet Gaianame: Apollo Tha Prophet Name: Cetan Ishade (Sĕtăn Ĭshädē) Age: 23 Race: Half-elf Height: 6'2" Weight: 170 lbs Appearance: Cetan is a slender fellow who would be considered handsome by most people. His shoulder length hairy is a shiny black as dark as the night sky and his eyes are the color of jade. His wardrobe varies but usually consists of a fine embroidered coat and matching mid-calf breeches. His boots are as dark as his hair and reach right above the bottom of his breeches with the tops turned down. The elegant golden hilted and silver sheathed sword at his side is more for display than anything else. Personality: Cetan is generally happy and easy going, slacking off when he is able. Biography: Born in a small town not far from Wasenbriar on the Renai district side Cetan had realized that he had the beautiful power of illusion at the age of five when his mother and sister began seeing things that weren't there. It was really no surprise considering his sister's strong mental abilities as well. When he was seven years old, Cetan's father disappeared never to be seen again. Not being able to raise two gifted children she sent them off to the Yridhren Academy located in the Arc d'Jongleur. At Yridhren Cetan learned many things that he would take with him for life such as swordsmanship, negotiations, how to control and strengthen his illusion, a love for books, and also his greatest love - the theatre. Other:Cetan is no longer a student, and is in a traveling troupe known as The Seven along with his sister. He carries a sword on his hip but will only use it in self defense or to protect his sister. Faction Ties: Cetan was brought into the Le Jongleur at the age of twenty to help keep the peace and balance in the world, due to his vast training at Yridhren Academy and his powerful gift. Gaianame: Apollo Tha Prophet Name: Satara Ishade (Satära Ĭshädē) Age: 23 Race: Half-elf Height: 5'10" Weight: 140 lbs Appearance: Like her brother Satara is slender with night black hair that extends to her shoulder blades and is normally in hundreds of thin elegant braids. Her eyes are a beautiful lavender which enhances her soft pale red lips and fair skin. She has the pointed ears from her elven mothers side. Often wearing elegant robes she carries a beautiful Saphire hilted dagger contained within a white gold sheath. Personality: Very shy when not on stage, she is a soft, caring woman. However you don't want to invoke her anger for it is worse than any lightning storm that has struck for days. Biography: Since the age of four she had begun to hear voices and it scared her so much that she didn't talk for almost six months. Soon the realization that these voices were actually those of her parents and brother became apparent and she told her mother about it. Having talked to the leading doctor of Wasenbriar it was said that she most likely had the gift of telepathy. When she started to see things that weren't there she became frightened again, until realizing that it was her brother who had been gifted there. When she arrived at Yridhren Academy she had already developed her telepathy quite well, often speaking quietly with her brother. She soon found out she had Telekinesis as well, and was able to develop her powers at the Academy. She learned many other things there as well, and found a great fascination with politics, history, and theatre. Other: She is part of The Seven along with her brother. The elegant dagger at her side is her last line of defense, but she has never had to use it and hopes that she will never have to. Faction Ties: Brought into the faction at the same time as brother when they were twenty years old for her political knowledge, theatre work, and telekinetic talent. Hemata Gaianame: Hemata Name: Lady Kai Ma’lor Age: 23 Race: Human Height: 5’3 Weight: 130 Appearance: 36’25’36 (bust, waist, hips) Long slender fingers; almost accent her grace and beauty as they are only slightly seen from the edge of long sleeves. Pristine milky skin frames most features into loveliness, as the small sized and large lipped mouth almost seems to beg as crimson lips part. Dark eyes appear from underneath small brows as they pierce even the hardest of hearts, so dark they enchant the mightiest of wills. Soft hair falls lovingly from the head to frame the rest in awe as brown cascades through until the small of the back, waving shyly in the wind. The rest of the gown only grows to shine out the curves of the hips, the roundness of the bust and the tiny waist, which gives off the aura of an old soul through an almost child-like body. Personality: Appears Quiet, Shy, and Enchanting Biography: From a young age she was taught by a stern hand of the man that adopted her. Learning body language and quiet signals that no one except the trained eye see. She was forced through stealth and secrecy to the extreme of court spies. To anyone else except her master she would be known as Lady Kai Ma’lor, the enchanting woman from the northern mountains. Carrying all the skills one lady might need to satisfy a man or entertain guests. Her voice kind, her ways graceful, her hands skilled… As of yet, many offers have been placed on the well known bashful Kai but none accepted. Traveling from one broken court to another. Other: Highly Empathic to others needs. Faction Ties: She does not question her master or her master’s masters. She only lives to serve the Le Jongleur Faction obediently as directed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:19 pm
Faction NPC's of Importance Grandmaster Kaiwyn Gaianame: Jo Rhade, Apollo Tha Prophet Name: Grandmaster Kaiwyn Age: Unknown (old) Race: Human Height: 5'7" Weight: 170 lbs. Appearance: The Grandmaster looks just as mysterious as he acts. His sapphire eyes are normally hidden behind the shadows of the hooded cloaks that he is always wearing. When his hood is pulled back you can see his pearl white shoulder length hair and glistening wiry beard that touches the middle of his chest. The cloaks he wears are of plain wool and in darker blues, browns, greys, or greens. He carries a staff that is slightly crooked, thin at the bottom and knotty at the top. The wood is polished and contains a large fist sized Emerald inside of the top knot on the head of the staff. Personality: Kaiwyn is very mysterious and shows little to no emotion when giving orders to the faction. Biography: Not much is known about the Grandmaster and he likes to keep it that way, avoiding any questions asked about himself, and hitting people who ask too personal of questions with his staff. Other: Grandmaster Kaiwyn's staff is known to be an ether used to travel about by ripping a whole in the air and stepping through it to the designated location. It is said that he very likely has other instruments of magic and is a known sorcerer. Faction Ties: Kaiwyn is the Grandmaster of the Le Jongleur. The Seven Gaianame: Apollo Tha Prophet Name: Keelin Verdin Age: 30 Race: Beastile - Hawk Height: 6' Weight: 125 lbs. Appearance: Red brown feathers cover Keelin's back, head and wings. His chest is covered in pale white feathers. His eyes are a dark golden color and his beak is a light black. The coats he prefers to wear are always colored black or red and contain silver or gold embroidery. The longbow he wears around his back when not performing is not just for looks. Personality/Bio: Keelin is generally quiet and very stern when not on stage. When he speaks it is right to the point and he isn't afraid to be harsh. He is the only member of The Seven who knows of Cetan and Satara's dealings in the Le Jongleur. Name: Mettwin Dracor Age: 20 Race: Human Height: 5'5" Weight: 185 lbs Appearance: Mettwin is a short stocky fellow with shaggy brown hair and wire framed glasses that cover his hazel eyes. His clothes are generally plain and he doesn't carry any weapons. Personality/Bio: Mettwin is always stuck in a book reading about something or another. He isn't particularly shy, he just isn't one to start a conversation. Mettwin saves all of the money they make acting for reasons unknown. He prefers to live life simple and grew up on a farm. Name:Cyndane Arihala Age: 21 Race: Elven Height: 5'10" Weight: 145 lbs Appearance: Cyndane is a very beautiful girl and often turns the heads of men of any race. Her long flowing light blond hair reaches roughly three inches below her shoulder and is normally tied into two braids that hang over either shoulder, which emphasizes her light green eyes. She often dresses like a boy wearing elegant breeches and coats, and knee high boots that are a faded brown. Personality/Bio: Cyndane is the musician of the group and plays a long silver flute and a golden harp. Her voice is the most beautiful of intstruments though, and is more gorgeous than any diamond; it is also soft and has a musical ring even when she speaks. Cyndane is very outgoing and generally happy, especially when she drinks; which is after just about any performance. Name: Damion Narez Age: 27 Race: Human Height: 5'8" Weight: 175 lbs. Appearance: Damion is bald, has very tan skin and is extremely muscular, with hardly any fat on him. He wears loose baggy pants and vests that are open in the front to show off his rock hard abs. Is often found walking barefoot except when traveling or in buildings in cities where he wears low cut boots. The rapier at his side is no toy and has had it's share of use. Personality/Bio: Damion Narez is your average overly-cocky man. He thinks he is all that and pretends to be a bad-a**. Many girls fall for him, but his traveling companions find his attitude annoying at times. He is careful not to smart off to Keelan knowing the beastile could throw him about like a rag doll. He also chooses his words around Cetan and Satara carefully, afraid of what their powers could do if he misstepped. At one point he worked hard on the decks of trade ships where he acquired his taste of clothing and hard earned muscles. Name: Rain Storm (Real last name is unknown, Storm is a play on her first name) Age: 25 Race: Beastile - Snow Leopard Height: 5'2" Weight: 110 lbs Appearance: Though Rain is short, she is swift and agile, and hardly any fat shows on her soft white furry body. Her ears have two black haired tufts and her body is covered in small black spots as well. Rain's eyes are a shiny silver. The clothes she prefers to wear are neutral colored, yet often still quite nice. Personality/Bio: Rain's temper is fiery and she won't think twice about giving someone a tonguelashing they may or may not deserve. Her voice is naturally a bit rough, but seems to be more smooth when on stage than when not. She is very loyal to her friends, even if seldom willing to disclose information about her past.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:20 pm
Updates This is where any updates in the storyline will be posted. I encourage you read everything, but at the very minimal read at least the last two pages.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 5:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:53 pm
It was Last Day celebration all across the world of Gi, and silence shadowed the world as everyone kept to solitude and solemnity in respect for the dead family and friends during the death of the year. As the sun shrunk beneath the horizon though the rejoicing could be heard streaming from windows of houses and taverns as people began venturing out of their houses. The Harvest Moon shone brightly in the night sky, marking this as a night known to all Beastiles.
____________________ Cetan looked out the window at the line of people waiting to enter the theatre for the show the Seven would be putting on tonight. Lightly he sighed as butterflies floated around inside of his stomach. He wasn't even going to be on stage tonight, yet he was more nervous than ever. In truth he had every right to be nervous as he had more on the line tonight than any show he had ever done previously. Tonight was the night where he would present his illusions to the entire audience. Closing the blind his feet pattered silently as he walked to a lone wood chair sitting on the high balcony where the rail had been removed to better his sight of the shadow covered stage.
Soft footsteps could be heard coming up the steps to the side of the balcony and Cetan glanced over to see Satara, his sister, strolling towards him. She had been preparing for the performance for the last couple hours, as the whole troupe had been. Her face was painted half in a light silver and half in a light gold, with hints of blacks and whites thrown in to give it the appearance of a mask. "Don't be nervous brother, you will do well. I have my faith in you," Satara's hand reached out and placed itself on his shoulder. A comforting feeling knowing that his sister was here and trying to cure his nervousness soothed him.
"I know sister, I know. I am just worried that the people will not like my illusions; or worse, be frightened by them and drive me from the city." Cetan's face drew into a tight line as his worries dug deeper at him. Satara simply sighed and rubbed his shoulder. "Things will be fine Cetan, it is I who should be worried. I must go finish preparing for the show before they let the visitors in, just keep your mind and you'll do splendid."
Cetan flashed his sister a smile as she left down the stairs, the slight clicking of her shoes fading after the sound of a door closing to the balcony. It would be locked to keep anyone from disturbing the illusionist during the performance, a caution he had to take to protect himself and allow his full concentration to the craft. Crossing his legs in the hard wooden chair Cetan closed his eyes and focused his energy into his mind as things that weren't there suddenly began appearing and disappearing around the theatre, some popping in and out of existance while others simply faded through nothingness.
As the show began a lone torch floated across the stage unaided by human contact. Satara followed it on stage as the lone torch slowly approached others on stage, lighting them one by one. She gave the introduction telling the audience that they would have to be open to anything tonight and that in order to truly enjoy the show they must put away all their troubles for the time and concentrate on the magic they were about to witness. That was Cetan's cue to begin his part of the show as the image of a tree slowly seemed to grow out of the floor of the stage.
Illusions appeared and faded into nothing as the characters on stage acted out the beginning of the world. Gabrielle carefully sculpted the world and brought life into it. Later he split himself into a good and bide side, marking the birth of Salem. With the unique illusionary twist, the characters were brought fully to life as the magics of the world seemed to accompany them. It went on to show Gabrielle's fatal wound and Salem locking his soul into a small black flower in the hands of a demon statue. The illusions even went to show and create the Keepers of Magic, and the four mystical blades. Slowly the scene faded in on Gabrielle as he lay dying, and then dissipated into the shadows that surrounded him.
Falling to his knees with a soft thud, sweat dripped hard down Cetan's forehead as he reached to catch his breath. The sound from below errupted in a wild applause as Cetan's head began to ache. He had done it and they have loved it. Smiling he looked up as Satara once again approached the stage to begin the next story, that of the heroes of the past. Cetan laid his head in his arms, exhausted from the hard work in the illusionary magic he had created. Silently he drifted off into sleep as the actors went to finish their production.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:48 am
Satara gracefully strided through the Great Hall her head held high as her thoughts drifted. A traveling bag floated at her side seemingly attached to her by an invisible rope. She passed many familiar faces in the Arc, but neglected to greet any of them, her mind concentrating on other things far more important than proper respect. It wasn't until she found herself right outside of her room in one of the dormitory wings that she even noticed anything around her. Quickly she opened the door by moving the pieces of the lock inside of the door and let the bag float in before relocking the door and heading back through the hallways.
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