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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 11:06 pm
Questions may be directed here, along with in-game or OOC discussion.
If you don't want to PM me your profiles, feel free to post them here.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 11:19 pm
I have created a few confusing posts in this thread, and I would like to answer a few questions before they are asked.
Yeah, there are guns in this RP. And cars, and jets... Sometimes swords are simply better.
There are demons, but it's not exactly fantasy... Keep your races human unless you've got a really good idea please.
White is a cursed color, so you won't be seeing too much of it around large cities and villages, although people who are imprisoned for crimes wear clean white robes before being sent to the Demons. Ergo, people will look down upon anything white.
I've made up my own demons for this RP. They have long claws, thick skin, and are sexual beings. They wear no clothing. Their skin is either scaled, plated, or thick hide. All demons- excepting Captains- have large tusks juting from their lower jaws, and are massively built standing at an average of twelve feet. A ten foot demon is short. They can have bladed tails, cleft wings, or tentacles that spring forth from their backs. They are extremely sadistic, and thus will attack first with tearing or amputating attacks. Rape is and isn't common; demons probably won't wait long enough before killing you, but at the same time love causing pain. It's your call if you come upon a group of demons doing their thing, but remember to keep it PG-14... Nothing too graphic.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 11:31 pm
Rated PG-14 for violent and sometimes frightening scenes.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 3:06 pm
I guess I'll run this thing in story mode until someone joins...
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 7:37 pm
Suggestions? Someone left a vote in the poll saying that my thread needed something...
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:12 pm
I don't care how you guys come in, whether it be on a helicopter, machine guns roaring, or with a squad of swordsmen flipping up over the edge of the roof, but one thing's for sure...
I need people to join!
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 5:21 pm
I've already Pm'ed you this profile, but I'll post it here for public commentary, and well....because I'm obsessive like that.
Name: Raelin lach Ferragh
Land of Origin: Andormirus
Class: Lancer, Berserker
Weapon: A large, black spear, carved of cedar and weighted with a steel core, this weapon is known as Wanderer. The shaft is just under four feet long, with the blade adding another foot and a half.
Secondary Weapon: A one-handed sword in the style of the North Raiders, a wide blade with short point and solid, simply made handguard and pommel. The blade is well made, the grip of black leather and the fittings plated with silver. It is carried on the left hip.
Appearance: At 5' 6'' and of slight build, Raelin is not an imposing figure to most people. His thick, wavy brown hair is tied at the nape of his neck in a sloppy ponytail to keep it from his dark blue eyes. He wears the tunic of the Andormiran Royal Guard, black and silver, a dragon and lion rampant upon a shield, emblem of the old Royal Line, upon his chest. His trousers are plain, homespun, and black, his boots of old, well-worn leather. his sword hangs from his left hip, and he uses Wander as a staff, carrying it in his right hand.
Biography: He does not remember how he survived the Demons, or how a small child could manage in the wilderness, alone. Sometimes, though, he feels this strange compulsion, this maddening rage, and in battle it is his last resort, for when he unleashes it, he has no control over who he may kill, and has no regard for his own safety, no heed for his own wounds. His first memories are in what was once the old Castle Andormirus, where, in the broken, crumbling ruins, a man claimed to be the last son of the Royal Line, and a few men had gathered to him, tough men, who had lived off the ruins. He stayed with them, gaining the clothes he wears, and the weaopns he carries, and learning how to kill, without fear or hesistation, and how to harness the power of his rage, to a small extent. One night, however, the man who called himself King revealed his madness, and went from room to room, slaying his oldest followers in their sleep with a dagger of betrayal. Raelin woke just as the man entered, and snatched up the sword hanging from his headboard, transfixing the mad King upon it. He was almost sixteen when he left that place. For two decades now, he has wandered the wastes, managing to, in the main, avoid demons. He had killed one, almost a year back, through mostly luck. He doesn't like to talk about it, or much else, for that matter.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 5:22 pm
lol, welcome to the club. I'll admit I kind of forgot about this place sweatdrop
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