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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 1:33 pm
It's been a few hundred years now since the world recreated itself. The races have grown strong, and as time went on, only the strong survived. Their technology hasn't advanced much, everyone seems to be within a medieval age. Everyones clothing is all rags and of the such, tho you can see parts of the old world still in exsistance. Old technology and cities burried long ago. It also seems that war is brewing between the many races for power, as happend long ago. Strange tho, how the elements have shown through into these people as well. Everyone even the humans who can't use it seem to have the elements molded to their very living souls.
Entry number 2364 ~ the name written is illegible
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 1:39 pm
Ten years now since I last wrote... It seems something is going to happen, the humans and the catalysts have taken control of alot of the therion race and the other races, the helis, the cerasins, the mantrins, and the veloc. Have all seemed to have tried a taste of battle with the humans, tho due to the humans extreme numbers it has been hard tho... The elementalists even tho feared are now playing a heavier role in the great battles to come. The the helis race has now revealed themselves as the stronger race, leaving many human villages in fear or... Death.
Entry number 2365 ~ the name written is illegible
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 1:46 pm
The Story. Over the years war has been running wild, and everyone is seeming to get accustumed to it, within the last few years a small taste of peace has lifted the land, tho fear of a greater war grows near. Within the city of Maisu, the largest human city in the land, is a catalyst church, where a single girl has dreams of changing the path of the world. Will she help the world or only doom it more, only the paths she takes and the friends she makes will show the future. You can start in any of the many cities, look down below for the map it might be easier to start near Maisu. Tho it is not needed, your character can be good or evil help or stop. You choose the path. I will be trying my best to stay on top of things, choose your allies and have fun everyone.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 1:47 pm
The World Map. Brought to you by Jake.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 1:53 pm
The Races. The Humans. Nothing special about them, no powers and no outstanding strengths. But very crafty, who knows what they can accomplish. The Catalysts. A human that has elemental powers, to an extent. Over usage, will result in a mental brakedown. (The power you choose will affect how many times you can use it and how bad the side effects are of overusage.) Tho having complete control over their power, limits them to the things they can do with it. The catalysts have been considered to be magicians in the new world. Being able to do that which not many others can do. Most catalysts are praised. The Elementalists. Like the legends told, this is a person able to completely control their element tho have physical appearance abnormalities, such as large birth tattoos, strange eye patterns, strange hair colours, see throughish skin. These people are usually feared, while as some become evil, their is alot of good ones. The catalysts believe to be superior to the elementalists because of the elementalists lack of control over their powers. Some elementalists not only have outwords abnormalities but inward ones. The Therions. Half-beast and Half-human, race of people.These people are shunned by all others, they have hightened senses in all six. The Therions animal part is shown from varied intervals, from complete were form, Half were, and minor were. The physical appearances vary from having small resemblance to their animal side to their human side.The Therions also have elemental abilities to a small degree. But nothing compared to the catalysts or the elementalists. The Helis. The Helis, are race of people with skin highly elergic to the sun, due to their underground lives. They have come to have a canabalistic attitude towards blood, they can usually be picked out by their pale skin and scar tattoo fettish. Most Helis have a large resiliance to pain, but can''t really dish out much in strength. Tho their long teeth and fangs make them a tough enemy. The Cerasins. Usually mistaken for a bull type Therion, the Cerasins are humanoid people with horns growing upon their skull and spines. The Cerasins horns act as a sheild and their skin is quite tough, their bright red eyes are what give them away. The Cerasins are all quick to temper and think nothing of attacking someone for shear pleasure. Their horn arrangements vary from mostly around the head to lower parts of the body.The Cerasins horns act as a small controlling device for their powers, all Cerasins have an elemental power. The Mantrins. A group of humans who have been gifted with the ability of psychokenisis. Their bodies over the years have grown not to strong within physical abilities due to their mental strengths the mantrins can usually be noticed by their thin bodies, purpleish aura, and floating tricks. Most mantrins discurage physical labor. They are a race ruled by emotions, and alot of them have a great sense of humer. A trusting race, but some can be very devious due to their enhanced mental capabilities, some tip over the edge... The Velocs. The rarest race. They seem to be Full-were therion lizards in appearance, but are really humanoid velociraptors. Now almost extinct, due to the fact they are hunted down, but they always like being hunted, because the hunter usually becomes the hunteds next meal. The Velocs have proven themselves to be very strong, fast, and extremely intelligent. They have even learned to speak most of the races languages. Some legends say the Velocs were the first to be able to use the ancients technology. The things giving away the velocs is the complex scale patterns and large claws on their big toes, and they're short...
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:33 pm
Profiles When writing in clothing remember that this is olden stuff like rags and cloaks and such. Nothing really fancy except for the catalysts. They have a catalyst only royal robes. History, all of the characters have normal lives unless something bad happened to them, just send me a pm and I'll help you out with it to make it lavishable... Yes... Name: Age: Gender: Race: ((Once you have chosen your race copy the following info for that race.)) The Humans. Height: Weight: Job: Special slot: Appearance: History: The Catalysts. Height: Weight: Power: Usage: Appearance: History: The Elementalists. Height: Weight: Power: Abnormality: Appearance: History: The Therions. Height: Weight: Animal: Power: Were-form: Special ablity/senses: Appearance: History: The Helis. Height: Weight: Scar tattoo design: Appearance: History: The Cerasins. Height: Weight: Horn arrangement: Power: Appearance: History: The Mantrins. Height: Weight: Strongest emotion: Size of aura: Appearance: History: The Velocs Height: ((Nothing above 4')) Weight: Scale arrangement: Appearance: Hunted?: ((If your character is hunted it can either be by a npc or a actual roleplayer, all hunters are human.)) History: Now that your all done just add in where you character starts, can be anywhere on the map that isn't shaded out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 5:09 pm
OK!! Time to start giving me your profiles with them fully edited! Remember to PM me them!
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 8:13 am
The Setting.
Ok, now I have gotten a few questions on what the setting is, well just picture this with me. The characters in the story all will have different styles of clothing. The humans have mostly olden clothes rags and of the such, the royalty clothing goes to the catalysts. Now while that is happening you have Velocs having clothing along the lines of battered peices of metal as armor with leather. Helis have alot of dark flowing clothing, with lots of rips and rags of the such. The therions have clothing along the lines cloth wraps, or humanish clothing, mostly stuff mixing the two. The Cerasins have alot of leather clothing with holes for their horns.The Mantrins have a unique style of clothing, lots of robes with different styles of metal scarf like armor around their necks and mouth. Finally the Elementalists can range from catalyst clothing due to or humanish clothing and rags.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 7:36 pm
The Characters.All the character profiles have been moved to the following thread. ]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=1688138#39787206 --Profiles-- --Akiko2004Shanna Onda--Belle FrostMatoaka "Mat"--FryingDudeZan--Hikaru TalaviaJacob Fo-su Houou (jacob pronounced Jake - up )--Jake-sei Raz ((Human-given name: Jake))--Jinzo_exJinzo Winndom Excelos--NabiscoFrankie Di Donato--Savek SollisRo ((Vincent is his human name.))Rowin Forefear--Syaoran MoerooSyaoran Moeroo--Umbilical_Residue"Mutt"--Vendi_girlKatana Comiagi--VoidanMorena (Mah-rie-nah)--Yin_YuehSeikii Strife--added by Syaoran Moeroo, 11/29/05 Now introducing, The NPCs. Name: Art "Bloodshed" Corlis
Age: 61
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Job: Hunter, official team leader.
Special slot: He was born a hunter, he was raised a hunter. He lives as a hunter. This man has been hunting ever since he was a child. He has grown adapt to any terrain and can hunt down any pray he is given, his bow he weilds was built to have excellent power and range, tho you have to be very strong to weild it. Art also weilds a jagged large axe, it is stained in blood along the handle and in some of the grooves in the blade. The wounds both these weapons leave are deadly, he designed them himself.
Appearance: Art is a tall man, even for his age he's still very athletic and youthful. Art has a large gray beard running down to about his chest, and he has gray hair to follow, it runs down to just past his shoulders. He has placed beads and feathers in his hair along with little fur wraps around some bundles. All from the prey he has killed. He generally wears dark brown leather armor, with all kinds of different animal skins, horns, bones, and other trophies he has collected over the years, he has 3 belts on his waist to hold on to his large axe, and a quiver on his back, always packed full of self made arrows. He also has large brown boots that go up to his knees, they have special cuts on the bottom for better grip. His shirt is sleevless and he only wears leather bracers and other skins around his arm along with fingerless gloves. His skin is fairly tanned since he spends most his time outside. If he wasn't so muscular you would assume he was just some fragile old man, his eyes are surrounded by wrinkles. But his gaze is still peaceful, and peircing at the same time.
History: A living hunter legend he has been called. Art grew up learning from the best hunters. His father and his team. Learning the tricks of the such from all of them. Art got the highest mark ever to be seen on the hunter exam even to this day. Tho one boy did come very close to beating it. Art got the title bloodshed for when he went on a mission solo, to infiltrate a Therion camp full of warriors prepared to attack the city of Maisu. He single handedly killed all fifty of them, without one of them knowing he was their until they felt the power of his axe, or bow. That also landed him a possition as a captain, this was around the age of 24. This was when his father was found dead and his team missing. They had gone to kill a rare mosnter, not know what it really was. People assume that his team killed him and ran, or they all died by his blade. Some say they did make it to the monster, but only he survived. Art believes that beast is out their and he plans to find it and kill it himself. Art married around the age of 26 when he met a young women head tactician within the castle military. Her name was cath koreth. They gave birth to a son, the son not taking after his father lived inside the castle with his mother. The son soon married, he took over his mothers job at the time. The gave birth to a daughter, five years later both the mother and son died during a therion raid. Art returned from one of his missions to find them dead. He took The child, which he had read in a letter was called, Maranda. He raised her as his own, she tho took after him. She is now within his team of hunters.
Name: Mira Corlis
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 95 lbs
Job: Hunter.
Special slot: Taught by her grandfather on how to fight she is an excellent combatent both in long range with throwing knives or in hand-to-hand. She uses a special poison off of a Basker, a snake like monster, coating her knives with this poison makes sure her prey doesn't get away.
Appearance: Tanned skin and blond hair. A beautiful girl, a graceful outside. The appearance of an angel, with a devil at heart. She has always been a little trickster, but that was only because of her grandfather. He loved to play games. She has a voluptuous body even for her young age. She uses a white bandages to wrap around her chest to cut her chest down in size, wearing a dark green loose longsleeve shirt to cover it up further, the sleeves also go down past her hands. She never liked being a girl, she always felt weaker then her grandfather could ever be. Even if she is tomboyish girl, she still loves her long blond hair. She has even recently tried on some powders and make-up the older women wear, along with a dress or two. She has never been seen in public with it on except when her grandfather found her trying it on, he thought she looked nice but she just ripped it off and ran. She wears a dark green coloured tuke with a white rim, it loosely fits on her head with a few strands of her blond hair flowing out, and like her grandfather she places beads in her hair tying her feathers to them. She wear very short shorts, with a couple belts wrapped around her thigh holding her throwing knives in place. She wears short boots that go up to around mid calf, she also cut out where her toes are bandages are wrapped around each one of her toes. She also has bandages wrapped around her body in random places, spots on her legs, around each of of her finger joints, and one around her neck.
History: Raised by her grandfather, Art Corlis. Not knowing her real mother or father, or her grandmother. Her grandfather is all she has known as her family. Art raised her to be a great hunter, but a women also. He was raised as a brute but a smart one. So he really had no way of knowing how to raise a child. Except of how his wife raised his son. Mira grew up always wanting to be exactly like her grandfather. At the age of 10 she was the youngest person to graduate from the hunter academy. Since then she was already part of Arts hunting team. Now that she has come of age, she feels stronger then ever. Tho she is having trouble with alot of the hunter men hitting on her, since she looks a year older then she really is. She is always seen with her grandfather so she will always be safe. She hasn't done a mission alone yet, but she is getting the courage to final continue on the "Bloodshed" Corlis tradition.
Name: Mark "Ex-Catalyst" Bore
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Catalyst
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs
*Job: Hunter.*
Power: Fire.
Usage: He can use alot of his power since he doesn't use big portions of it. He has tho in the past fainted a few times from over use of the large attacks.
Appearance: Having many scars and burns all along his body. Mark likes to wear alot of robes, so no one can see what his scarred body looks like. He has some clothe running around his head, having his black hair shoot upwards. The clothe also covers his left eye, which he lost after getting hit with an arrow. No one expected him to even live for three days at the most, it has been two years since then. His robes are dark green in colour with a little purple emblem on the front, his family crest. Even tho being shunned by them, he still is proud to bear it. He also wears a scarf around his neck which covers alot more of his face. He has a muscular build for being a catalyst, he also weilds a bladed club, which he keeps hooked on his belt. He has large black leather boots, and baggy black clothing, generally they are fairly new looking.
History: Mark has always been very self-concious about how he looks, and is angered by the fact his body is beaten and scarred. But he continues to fight on. It's what drives him. Ever since he just passed the Hunter test at the age of 18, keeping the fact he was a run away catalyst secret for awhile. He was chosen to join Art Corlis's hunting group. Even since then, him and Art have been good friends. Mark has grown well and was taught many things by Art. The day he lost his eye, the only person who thought he would live was Art. Mark and Art have been really good friends ever since, even if they don't look it in public, both of them being very professional. They would risk their lives for each other as well as anyone else on their team.
Name: Morgann "Black Heart" Connaway
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 130 lbs
Job: Hunter
Special slot: Morgann is a genius. She is an excellent tactitian and has great combat reflexes. They call her black heart for her morbid outlook on life. She could careless if she dropped dead on the spot or if anyone else did at that fact. Which makes her an excelent killer. She has been known for killing Elementalists within a matter of seconds.
Appearance: Her long flowing red hair goes down to about the end of her spine. Its placed back by her metal brooch she always wears. She has never been seen without her trademark black make-up. She Wears a tight red vest with gold lining around it, and lace tieing it together, being the busty women she is, she has had trouble keeping her vest on alot of the time. She has sown on two long sleeves onto her vest herself, the sleeves a little darker shade of red then her vest. She also wears skin tight knee length shorts, with lace wrapped around them for extra snugness, as she elegantly puts it. She has a loose belt that hangs around her hip to hold her sword she weilds. And a tighter one around her thin waist, it has leather running down at the back like a little waist cape. She wears sandles with a slight increase in height at the heel. They are laced all the up her calf to her knee where they join up with the lace around her thighs.
History: Always being a lushy girl, she has grown quite fond of teasing mens hearts. Morgann has never been a very popular in hunter history, unless you count her being the most attractive one to live longer then a week on the job. Her history is a blur, she only pasted with a little above passing marks in hunter academy. Some say she has been going at it with Art... Mira dislikes Morgann to the bone, but also considers her to be a mother influence at the same time. They have a very mother daughter relationship. Some say Art and Morgann got married when she was 20 secretly but no one really knows except for them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:06 pm
"We just can't allow this Seikii, I can't give you those things. Plus the quest you propose is utterly impossible. Even for the greatest of catalysts." Lord Casen declared to Seikii for the tenth time. They were in the city of Maisu, within the largest catalyst academy. Lord Casen was the leader of all the catalysts of the world, he has been for the last twentie years since Lord Thornol Disappeared, or as many say, dead.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:16 pm
Seikii's strange eyes pleaded with Lord Casen. She was a young girl with glowing eyes and gold hair that mingled with strands of white and silver. Her face seemed strangly unworn by care or hard work. Her skin was the colour of spilled cider; albastor, with the faintest hint of a sunkissed tan.
"Please sir. The world is in utter chaos. I can't stand to watch what it's done to people. I'm not asking for much money or many guards. Just what you can spare...it's not impossible either. Has anyone ever actually tried?" she pleaded. Her thin hands spread before her.
"Please...give me this chance sir..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 6:49 am
"This is absurd! I have given you my final answer, we cannot give you what you need for this-this stupid quest of yours." Lord Casen yelled as he stood up in his chair, he may still have been old but he had a dominate presence. "You will no longer speak of this quest." He waved his hand in the air for her to leave as he left the throne he stood on and went to his room.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 9:10 am
Seikii stood there for a moment in defiance. Her jaw was set and she stared at the throne as if she was willing for it to give her permission to go on her quest. Her green eyes were burning with ambition and fury. Her arms fell limply to her sides.
"It's not stupid...and absolutely not absurd...it's just...just diffucult," she whispered to the walls. She shifted her weight a few times and looked around her. Her right arm reached around her athletic frame to grab her left one at the elbow.
Her eyes slowly looked up and caught sight of the Catalyst goddess. The statue's presence seemed to illuminate the room. She looked at the carved stone eyes of the mother of all Catalysts and heard a voice in her very soul. The quest was not stupid, absurd or impossible, and she could do it.
"Thank you," she said smiling. She turned and exited the great hall.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 9:13 am
It was only about 10:00 am, the sun was bright and the day was young. In about thirty more minutes all the catalysts would go to prayer, and then training.
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