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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:31 pm
Western Skies Rules
1. No God Modding
2. No Super Abilities or Weapons
3. Keep Romance on a PG-13 level
4. Follow the entire guild's rule as well as Gaias
5. All post must be a minimum of 1 paragraph (5 sentences)
6. Remember the setting when thinking up a character, creative boundaries.
7. Solely humans inhabit this world, unless you're some sort of experiment with a history to back it up.
8. Do NOT join, if you plan on quitting early or not seeing the RP through. If for some reason you have to quit, remain long enough to kill your character/eliminate him or her from the plot in a realistic manner.
Setting
A fantasy-western world, where magic meets gunslingers. Imagine vast wastelands with little lush land (about 78% of the land is desert and barren). Small towns and villages make up most of the population, though few places have managed to become prosperous enough to be called a city. Technology-wise Tesqua is highly evolved compared to its people's primitive way of building homes and living, all mostly due to limited resources. Much of the world of Tesqua is peaceful with the occasional bandit or wondering beast stirring trouble here and there. Most villages are self-providing and the people within it depend on one another. More prosperous lands that live in or by scarce fertile land trade goods to outside villages. Main means of transportation are horses and carriages or small ships when needed to travel through docking points. Most people make a living as farmers, mechanics, or laborers. Few become bounty hunters, men and woman who for hire exterminate beasts, monsters, and bandits. Bounty Hunters aren't welcomed in most places, since where one goes it often means there's trouble, they are not hated by most otherwise. You can usually recognize a Bounty Hunter by their attire and bounty style.
Important Map Points
I'll add as we discover for future references
Vellou - This is Tesqua's leading technological city. They're said to live a century ahead of the world. Vellou's borders are guard tightly by its people self-established government system. Special access is needed for outsiders to visit.
Laberon - A rather large, rural town whose main income comes from farming.
Ka' shun - Home of the bandits, where dare few to venture through its parts. Bandits gather here to securely escape Bounty Hunters or regroup with members. No Bounty Hunters dare enter, as the numbers of bandits are too overwhelming. It is said that though undomesticated, they do live by loose rules and government.
Volume: 1 First Saga (Story)
The 4 Wings of Tesqua, legendary artifacts, created by a powerful ancient civilization that sought power. According to the tale their very creation had brought them to a tragic end. With each wing released from its tomb and unsealed, our world slowly begins merge with the Negative Dimension, a world inhabited by powerful beast and demons. A lone hero managed to seal the power of the 4 wings, scattering them in unknown locations. It is unknown how the 4 wings were sealed after they've been released.
Your journey begins as you, a bounty hunter, sense something a mist in the world. Beasts are becoming stronger and new creatures are appearing more frequently. Bandits are stirring more trouble then usual. Vellou's government seems to have secretive operations playing behind the scenes. Regardless of the reason for having begun your journey, each character's string of fate ties into one destiny.
Character Creation[b]Roleplayer:[/b] Your Gaia Name Here
[b]Name:[/b] First and Last, unless you have a reason.
[b]Age:[/b] 13 - 37 years old
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Bounty Style:[/b] Look below for styles
[b]Weapon(s):[/b] Weaponary is based on your bounty style and as well as your maximum weapon slot. If you do choose a gun, remember ammo isn't unlimited.
[b]Appearance:[/b] No images, lets use our imaginations.
[b]Nature/Demeanor:[/b] Word listing will be fine. This is so your character has a basic personality guideline. Pen and Paper RP'ers should be familiar with this.
If you wondering about where to put your characters history, I rather you reveal your characters past through the plot. Doesn't that make more sense? Bounty Styles
Desperado - Mostly firearm users, who use guns and more modern weapon alternatives. Desperado's have excellent dexterity and are allowed to use all type of firearms, regardless of size. The maximum amounts of firearms accessible to this style are 3.
Blade Runner - For some reason, whether a personal preference or if it holds some past significance, you favor a bladed weapon over a firearm. What few bounty hunters that are left who use this style are said to be a master of their weapon(s) technique and can rival any firearm in battle. Blade Masters have a max weapon slot of 4 and can not use firearms.
Caster - Somehow you managed to harness magical energy and able to summon upon it on whim. Most Casters pass down their techniques from generations, whether it is from family or a clan/tribe. Casters, unless from the same passings, greatly differ in abilities. This style favors small firearms, daggers, or staffs. Magic being their strong point, they don't allow weapons to overshadow their abilities. Casters are allowed to only use smaller firearms and have a maximum of 1 weapon at their disposal.
PM Me Your Character Profile!I'm looking for just a limited amount of RP'ers to keep story and character depth; 0/4 spaces left. I may ask for someone to join later in the game. I think it'll help the plot be more realistic, instead of every character joining from the start.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:31 pm
<-------------------- Characters -------------------->
Roleplayer: GeoHolyhart
Name: Varen Kendell
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Bounty Style: Desperado
Appearance: Varen wears a longer then normal, brown poncho, which reaches down to his waist. Thick metal plates guard his forehands and lower arm. Underneath his poncho he wears a long sleeved dark gray shirt and matching jeans with brown boots. His hair is raven black and eyes brown. Varen's body is lean with developed arm and leg muscles. Most of the time he is also accessorized with two bullet straps crossed against his waist.
Weapon: A modern day bayonet with a 2 bullet capacity and shotgun capabilities. It's a one of a kind prototype designed by his father, though only a prototype it has top-notch perfomance.
Nature/Demeanor: Easy to Trust, Reckless and Valiant.
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Roleplayer: Rytiko
Name: Kayle Ahmsford
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5"10
Bounty Style: Caster
Weapon(s): His weapon is a sawn-off shotgun
Appearance: He wears a black vest made of a hardened leather for mild protection, and underneath is a plain gray longsleeved shirt. There is a brown leather belt with a small pouch stocked with twelve shotgun slugs and a holster. It also serves to hold his loosly fitted black pants in place.
His hair is a fluent and wavy brunette that falls to his shoulders. His long bangs reach down to about halfway down his nose and hide the cold grey eyes that are hardened from years of death and destruction. His skin is tanned, as can be expected in such an environment, and is free of any major blemishes.
Nature/Demeanor: Sometimes rash, toys with opponents, and normally never attacks first in a battle.
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Roleplayer: Elfy-chan
Name: Aeriyn McInshire
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Bounty Style: Blade Runner
Weapon(s): Aeriyn carries two short daggers strapped to her waist, and a modern-ish sword with scabbard on her back.
Appearance: Aeriyn has long strawberry blond hair, usually tied up in a ponytail because of the desert heat. She dyed the bottom half of her hair black for an exotic look, and outlines her eyes with dark makeup for a hint of mystery. Because Aeriyn is very used to the desert lifestyle, she wears hats (her favorite being a large-rimmed straw cowboy-ish hat) a lot of the time to block out the sun and very little clothing - A loose tan skirt and a flowing top. When she's traveling, she covers herself entirely with a sandy cloak to ward off sand. She can be beautiful and ladylike when she wants to be, but usually is very tomboyish and rough. It is not unusual to see her with scrapes and cuts from dangerous games.
Nature/Demeanor: It varies. Normally quiet, unless she's by herself, and then she is a little crazy. She gets very attached very quickly, so she can seem a little desperate, but she's used to being alone - she travels a lot, and no one really knows why. She's very sexy and attractive but also very weird, which earns her very little friends.
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Roleplayer: Sienna_Jade
Name: Nicoletta "Nickie" Stokes
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Bounty Style: Desperado
Weapon(s): One eight-bullet capacity revolver, one hunting rifle.
Appearance: Never mess with a short person and her agenda. Nickie is most definately a short person with an agenda. Her stature is short and wide, tapering in at the waist. Complexion borders on the darker side of tan with a smatter of even darker feckles on her face, neck, and shoulders. Wears her weapons somewhat like accessories, keeping the rifle strapped across the back of her tough leather jacket with the Indian insigna etched between her shoulderblades. Her revolver stays in a holster hooked to the belt running around her generous hips. Said belt is a few shades darker than her tan coat, and can be seen as she keeps her offwhite blouse tucked in to her dark denim slacks.
She keeps her frizzy, thick, wavy dark brown hair tied in a ponytail or messy bun at the nape of her neck, though that is probably not the best place to keep thick hair. No matter, Nickie refuses to cut her hair shorter than her shoulderblades. She claims that shortness makes it frizzier, though how that would be accomplished, nobody knows. Her dark brown eyes are nearly the same color as her pupils, though they do have a few amber flecks floating about in them that surface at random. Has round, compact features that just make sense with the rest of her.
Nature/Demeanor: Not exactly tyrranical, but certainly commanding, Nickie is not afraid to take charge if need be. Her 'smartness' may not necessarily be above anybody else's, but the little bounty hunter most certainly has guts. Guts that will probably be strewn out on the ground one of these days...
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 11:58 pm
The day was scorching with only the occasional breeze blowing, keeping your body from overheating. Varen, a young man dressed in a dirty brown poncho, dark gray clothing with a large bayonet about 4 and half feet in size strapped to a belt diagonally against his back, reached what looked like the border entering the small town of Malin. It neighbored his hometown of Laberon. Even though it's said to neighbor Laberon, Laberon was still a good 100 miles east. He had no horse, as this was still his first year since becoming a bounty hunter and he has begun realizing the set backs to freelance living.
Malin seemed fairly lively with a few children playing through the streets and horses tied down in front of the local saloon. Making his way through the sand streets of the wooden-built town towards the saloon, Varen felt eyes glaring his every step. This was common, since only 2 kinds of people carried weapons in public, Bounty Hunters and Bandits, both of which weren't welcomed through most places the winds journey.
Varen arrived at the saloon in the middle of the small town in less then five minutes. Opening the two small, wooden gates it revealed a well-kept bar with about eight people either enjoying a drink or game of cards. Varen walked towards the bar and took a seat in the corner stool.
The chubby, mustached man behind the counter approached Varen "Can I get you something, son?"
While laying his hands, which landed with a clank from his forearm armor plates, he replied "Yea, some whiskey's fine." With that said he began preparing the drink.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 10:19 am
Aeriyn was sitting in a dark corner of the bar, sipping some bourbon and sizing up the occupants. She wasn't considering starting anything, but she always liked to think about who she could take and who she couldn't. There were very few who occupied the latter list.
She watched the stranger enter, and grinned at how many people glared at him. She found it funny that although they don't do anything wrong, bounty hunters are usually the ones glared at...
Aeriyn heard him order whisky and thought about joining him for a drink. It had been way too long since she'd 'played' with a bandit or a bounty hunter, and she was getting a little bored. She decided to see what he was like for a few more minutes before she made herself noticeable.
She crossed her legs under her white, loose miniskirt and watched.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:09 pm
Kayle Ahmsford had arrived at the saloon somewhere around two hours ago. He had been walking for a long while without any rest in the barren land outside of Malin. His muscles ached and his eyes were becoming hard to keep open, though the alchohol was soothing to his mood and his aches.
He didn't generally enjoy being around so many people, though the alchohol had severly lightened his mood and made him not care so much about the chatter around him. He was still being glared at, even after all the time he'd been sitting on the end of the bar, and it was beginning to get under his skin. With each sip of wisky though, he began to care less and less.
He immediately took note of a rather tall man with a very impressive gun that walked into the saloon. This man was also attracting many glaring townsfolk. He wondered if this bounty hunter was traveling the same path as he was, though he immediately struck the thought from his mind. He refused to label anyone a competetor unless necessary, and he doubted they were both after the same prize. There were too many people with prices on their head in this area for that.
Deciding he'd had enough, he thought he'd go to the local inn and get some rest before continuing his journey. With the recent increase in numbers of monsters and bandits, he could never be too careful. And, for some reason, he had a sinking feeling that the bounty he saught may lead him to the answer of what has been going on in Tesqua recently.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 7:53 pm
"Yo, barkeeper." Veran called to him while he brought a small glass of whiskey over. "I hear there's a man, who calls him self La Dolor around here. Any chance you know about him?"
The bar tender dropped the whiskey-filled glass in front of Varen "Boy, it's best you Bounty Hunters keep your nose out of people's business, if ya know what's good or ya."
"Is that a threat...?" Varen wore a grin, making a cocky hand gesture.
"I hear many have come looking before ya and not a single one was ever heard of from again. Trust me kid, ya best leaving this bounty alone." The barkeeper seemed serious and was pressuring the young hunter to keep away.
"Don't worry about me... Why is it I feel you know something you're not telling me? Forget about it. Thanks anyway." Varen quickly raised his glass and gulped down his drink in a single swallow. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bronze coins and slapped them onto the counter. The bartender swept the coins into his hand, grabbed the glass and wandered away to clean cups.
Varen now stumped on where to find his next lead, placed his right hand on his cheek, while with his left softly tapped the counter, going over his situation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 1:06 pm
Kayle stopped dead in his tracks at the mention of La Dolor. His first thoughts had been correct. They were after the same man. Listening to their conversation, he cursed under his breath. If the townspeople were unwilling to talk, he'd have a hard time trying to find the man. He should have known that a man with such a high price on his head wouldn't be found so easily.
Not really knowing what to say to the other bounty hunter, Kayle merely sighed and began walking towards the door of the saloon. He examined him closely as he left, taking note of the man's gun. It looked like it had a lot of firepower behind it, and it looked like the man could use it. If he ever did end up having to fight him for the bounty, it wouldn't be easy at all. In fact, Kayle doubted he'd come out of it alive.
He had only just reached the doors when he cought glimpse of a female in a dark corner scoping out everyone in the bar.. Especially him and the other bounty hunter. He took notice of the scabbard on her back and merely shook his head. Three bounty hunters in the same town was a very rare thing. He wondered how the townsfolk felt about this as he left the saloon and began walking across the street to the inn.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 1:53 pm
Aeriyn's ears didn't miss a bit of the conversation, and her ears perked up. "La Dolor," she whispered. He was after him, too. She picked herself up from her corner and sauntered over to the stool next to him, ordering a bourbon from the barkeep and watching him out of the corner of her eye.
If he was a typical bounty hunter, he would recognize her as the same, and they could get along pretty well. As things were, she knew a little bit about where La Dolor was, having been in the village for about a month.
"Hi, soldier," she said briefly, nodding to him and sipping her drink. It was awesome that the bar didn't check IDs.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 2:28 am
Varen looked over his shoulder to reveal a strawberry-haired girl having a drink. He didn't like to be bothered, especially from strangers. He could tell she was a bounty hunter, just by the look in her eyes. That alone was all the more reason not to communicate with her any further. He then stood up and pushed his stool back.
"I have no business with you. It isn't smart for Bounty Hunters to get involved with each other." He had been taught this the hard way through out his short time since becoming one. Pushing back his bayonet into position he made his way through the door.
"I'm tired..." He sighed and decided to check-in to a room at the Lodge across the street, before planning anymore. Looking towards the sky, a sunset palette had swept across the clouds. The air was becoming cooler. Dusk was near. "Looks like I completely lost track of time."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 2:53 pm
Just as he entered the inn, he saw the other man, the one who had asked about La Dolor, exit the saloon and look into the sky. He was a man worth looking into. Kayle had sensed that he was skilled, perhaps more so than he was even considering the fact that he could use magic.
"Hmm... I guess there's no sense in worrying about it now," he said to himself in a quiet voice. There was no reason to worry about fighting him now, as it may turn out that Kayle would find La Dolor before the other bounty hunter.
"Hi there. I'd like a room for a night, if you don't mind," Kayle said in a friendly tone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 3:22 pm
Aeriyn huffed at the hunter's rude exit, and downed the bourbon in one gulp, gasping. In a minute or so her vision began to blur. Some bourbon was stronger than other stuff, she reasoned, and shakily stood, ignoring the hand offered to study her. She placed a few coins on the table, grabbed her pack, and walked out.
She nearly ran into the hunter outside, stumbling over the step. She never could hold a drink.
"'Scuse me," Aeriyn mumbled, and sauntered off toward the inn she was staying at.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:24 pm
"Ugh!?" The woman he had just met in the saloon pushed Varen back. She was tumbling all over the place and seemed to be heading towards the inn. "Oh, man. You have to be kidding me. I'm too nice of a guy." He shook his head in self-disappointment. His had father taught him to never turn away a woman in distress.
Varen walked over to the drunken hunter and shouldered her. "Come on, you're going to the inn, right?" He was heading that way regardless, so no harm in escorting her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:13 pm
Why had she picked leather and denim? Sure, they were comfortable most of the time, but on sweltering days they were murder. Some days, she had to fight the urge to strip the oppressive garments off and burn them, but then what a pickle she'd be in. It was a wild west out there, and the last thing she needed was a pack of affection-starved bandits picking her off before she walked three steps. Best to keep the thick garments on and just bear with the sweltering heat.
Luckily, the sun was setting, and with the sun sank the temperature. The earth's impending cooldown was welcome, though suddenly she felt a chill sweep through her bones. Damned temperature fluctuation. It didn't help that the sweat that had seeped into the material of her clothing was continuing to evaporate, and as such continuing to take heat away from her short body. With a light shiver, she wrapped her arms around herself and paused, glancing around before starting back up again. Though she didn't know exactly where she was, she would never admit it. She could be anybody, any random bounty hunter passing through with some unknown purpose. Maybe she just wan't a talker. Nobody had to know that she was pretty much following where her feet took her. Feet were good travel guides, most of the time anyway.
The town border brought a wave of relief, though again, she wouldn't admit it. Wrapping her arms even more tightly around herself as she reached the main streets of Malin, Nickie squinted through the mass of whispy dark hair that had fallen out of her haphazard bun and into her eyes. There were two people in the street, though what they were doing she couldn't say. Eventually, she was forced to uncross her arms and push her hair out of her face in order to even make out the blurry figures of the two people standing outside. Why they were outside in the growing dark? Then again, they could ask her the same thing. Not that anybody would give answers, anyway. You couldn't trust too much in this world.
Before too long, she was within speaking distance with these people, and she could finally see that one was supporting the other. Was it Saturday already? She had most definately lost track of time, then. That's what travelling did to you. With a sigh, she glanced up at the two others who were much taller than she. Her dark head jerked downward in a nodded greeting as she passed, sights trained on the inn looming overhead.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:14 pm
Aeriyn stared up at him with glazed eyes. "What's it to you, pal?" she giggled. It was true that she was unsteady, and she could think clearly enough to recognize that she was drunk.
She gulped and looked at him with eyes that were tearing up. "I think I'm drunk," she whispered. "But shhh, it's a secret!" She grinned again, despite her tearful look.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:01 pm
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