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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:40 am
Hello! and welcome to 'Forsaken Beings' Role-Play!!!
The setting: A city (Picture New York) Called Theorioan.
You can be anything you choose (Vampire, Were-Wolf, Fairy, Goblin, Dragon, Neko ect.) as long as you don't god-mod.
There was just a huge battle between a few of the more powerful groups (like the mobs of each race)
You will all start out with Karma Points (KP) you will choose if you want to be good or evil, or just let things slowly take their own route. You can start off with as many as 50, just tell the back story on how it happened.
Example: -10 When the Char was 16 he/she robbed and killed someone.
You can have a terrible past and try to make up for everything, or you can seek revenge over something and end up evil. burning_eyes
The KPs will be based on the honor system, so don't say you got -293830984KPs for killing a kitten, as terrible as that is.
You can have two Chars in this RP if you wish.
You do not have too post a picture of your Char. if you don't, just make sure you describe him/her very well.
Example Char. Template:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Eyes:
Hair:
Tattoos/Birthmarks:
KPs:
Bio:
Weapons/Powers:
okay... soo..
1)NO GOD-MODING
2)Do not Kill anyone without you both agreeing too it.
3)No one line posts, and no posting LiKe ThIs or lik dis..
Otherwise.... enjoy and have fun!! biggrin
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:58 am
Name: Jemma Lo'Salvador
Age: 17
Vampire Age: 90
Gender: FM
Eyes: Green/Gold
Hair:Long, wavy, dark brown, w/ redish streaks
Tattoos/Brithmarks: Small, bright red Lines across her wrists and one across her neck
Personality: Outgoing, Curious, Almost cat like in her attitude towards things
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KPs: +5: when she first came into the city she saved a young girl from being raped.
Bio: She remembers only bits and pieces from her past, she was in a hospital where her parents put her because of her disorder. (She hears voices) Tortured and abused she was there from the time she was 5 till she was 17, then, another patient was brought in and attacked her. All she remembers after that is waking up next too the burning hospital, feeling cold and alone. She still searches for somewhere to belong and some one who could love her...hopefully she'll find him soon.
Weapons/Powers: Two 6'' daggers she carries at all times. She can also sence if someone is a good or bad person.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:23 am
Name: Farcel
Age: 167 (In dragon years converting to human years, that would be around... 15.)
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Scales: Copper-ish brown
Birthmarks: A singed right-front paw, which he sometimes gets overly-conscious about; He is also a bit small for his age (About the size of a human)
KPs: (Nothing yet, might come back to edit)
Bio: After researching humans with the elders (A goody two-shoes line of work his peers did not enjoy him having), an attack on his valley by his clan's rivals forced him to move to a safer location. Shortly after arriving in Theorioan under notice, he has tried to practice transformation magic so he can fit in with humans. So far, he has been unsuccessful, and sightings of him by humans has become more common, turning him into an urban legend.
Weapons/Powers: Other than his claws, which he hasn't learned to use well in battle, he is naturally telepathic; A common dragon ability.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:29 pm
Jemma looked up from her book, her gold-ish eyes flashing as she saw the lizard-like shape quickly cross the sky. She had seen the figure before, once. Its wings shined like dark fire against the twilight. 'Hmmm...' Jemma twisted and put her book into her side purse, then nimbly began to jump from tree limb to tree limb, following the large creature
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:54 pm
Farcel had waited for night to fly. It was the only time he could; He was told by the elders that humans weren't used to dragons, but of course that was before--
He shook his head. He had to stop thinking about it. He came here to carry on their research, and that's what he intended to do.
He loved flying ever since he was a hatchling. It eased his mind, which considerably needed easing at the time. He just hoped that nothing caught him doing so.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:45 pm
Name: Treasach รณ Dubhghaill, Trea for short.
Age: 313
Race: Wood/Wild Elf
Gender: Male
Eyes: Metallic Gold
Hair: Metallic Silver
Tattoos/Birthmarks: Born with this symbol ------->  on the back of his neck. Means "Spirit."
Appearance: 
KPs: 30 or 50, depending on the Point-of-View.
Bio: He stole his village's most sacred treasure, The Spirit Bow, at age on a quest to save it from a Dark Elf named Zorazoan who's intent was to use it to wipe out the Wood elves.
Weapons/Powers: Weapons: The Spirit Bow, Elven-made shortsword, and a small concealed bootknife.
Powers: Elemental Magic, and ability to enter Spirit Realm. Name: Richard Cypher
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Tattoos/Birthmarks: None
KPs: 50
Appearance: 
Bio: Born in the town of Brennadon, he was the first True Seeker in 1000 years. A dark wizard named Darken Rahl heard of a prophecy that the boy was going to kill him, so he killed all first born sons in the town. But Richard escaped, and was raised by George Cypher. He was given the Sword of Truth at age 24, and have been training with Zedicus Zu'l Zurander to unlock his potential as the Seeker.
Weapons/Powers: Weapons: Sword of Truth
Powers: Various minor abilities, the ability to sense the truth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:14 pm
Jemma continued flitting from tree to tree trying too follow the creature flying far ahead, she had heard some folk lore that there was a dragon around, but she didn't- couldn't believe that... She was slowly losing her breath, but rallied one more attempt to catch up to the flying beast, leaping some 30 feel over the tree tops, she could now see the out line of the creature some what clearly, it being only a few yards ahead of her in the air. A small part of her brain kept whispering that it had to be a dragon, the wise beings of long forgotten stories, but she couldn't bring the rest of her to believe it true. Jemma sank back a bit against the trees, hoping to stay out of sight, and to get a better look at this thing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:50 pm
Farcel hesitated, pulling his wings up to slow down. He could have sworn he heard something...
He straightened his wings again. It was probably just his mind. He was having a hard time keeping stable.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:04 pm
Trea feels an unnatural presence in the forest that he had set up camp. Something that should not be moving. He picks up his bow, closes his eyes, and focuses on the strange feeling. Then his body starts to fade as he transforms his body into wind to head towards the presence.
Richard feels a strong wind blow past him that feels strange. Almost...alive. "Zed, did you feel that? That wind, it was...alive. I need to find out where it's going. I'll be right back." He picks up the Sword of Truth and follows the wind, remembering Zed's Lesson number Four: "To see what is not there, gaze upon what is." He focuses on all of the surroundings at once and then a faint glow surrounds this "wind" and he continues to follow it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:04 pm
Jemma saw the creatures wings fold in slightly for a moment and caught herself right before she stumbled off a branch, moving carefully began to catch up too the figure. It only about 30 feet away now, she could see a slight copperish shine to it. "hmmm...."
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Tigerlvr_Bailey Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:14 pm
((I may make another chara later.))
Name: Leleanda Silverleaf
Age: 268
Race: Forest Nymph
Gender: Female
Eyes: Silver with specs of metallic blue.
Hair:[/] Also silver, strung with vines and leaves.
Tattoos/Birthmarks: None.
KPs: 0. She does what she needs to do as she sees fit, whether it is viewed as good or bad by others.
Appearance: Leleanda wears a tight forest green dress that reaches her knees and is trimmed in gold(think the dress Jaiya wears in Elkezor)and boots and gloves made of vines and leaves.
Bio: Leleanda tends to keep to herself and isn't used to being around others. She spends her time in the forests and gets rather tense outside the cover of trees. She is quite kind once she gets to know you, though.
Weapons/Powers: Leleanda can speak to plants and understand animals. She also carries a sturdy, beautifully carved bow she made herself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:18 pm
Leleanda stopped abruptly. She had been out for a walk. The moon was bright tonight, so bright it could be seen through the trees. It was beautiful. But there was someone else here. Someone that she didn't recognize. She looked around, fading into the undergrowth.
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Tigerlvr_Bailey Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:23 pm
Trea manifests back into his physical body in a clearing right next to Leleanda. He looks around, searching for the presence.
Richard stands almost in awe as he witnesses the wind change and morph into something...almost human. "Who are you!" he yells.
Trea whips around and looks straight at Richard. "A better question, is who are YOU, and what are you doing in this forest?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:28 pm
Farcel certainly felt someone following him. He knew it might just be his imagination, but he decided to land and get his bearings. The worst thing he could imagine was to be caught by the humans; He had seen how reptiles were locked up in cages in places called "zoos". He didn't want that to happen to him.
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Tigerlvr_Bailey Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:28 pm
Leleanda had a clear view of both men. She walked gracefully out of her hiding place. "I question is, I feel, what are either of you doing in this forest?" She said, rather coldly.
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