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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 4:08 pm
-~Masamune~- There was once a tale of a man who wielded a blade of infinite power. The blade itself stretched farther than the heavens. The Masamune, sword of death, belonged to a man known to the world as Adremmelaches Adriamatus. With his will and with access to such a weapon, the man was able to destroy countless tribes and cities. Adremmelaches was close to ruling the world until his prized possession was taken away from him. His own love, Andra, betrayed him and took away his only source of power.
Even without the Masamune, Adremmelaches was still considered quite a powerful foe. It was not long until an elite force was created. The Nautr clan consisted of members with various histories. Not only did they take down a monster, but also they helped unite the world together.
As for the sword of death, Andra herself took it to an old temple. The old structure was once used a place of magical rituals and such. Now the place was run down and submerged underwater. The main hall drips with water and has a beast of unknown origin protecting the sword from any intruder. Past the beast was a set of stairs now almost completely destroyed that leads to the chamber of the Masamune. The sword is kept imprisoned by a sphere of light. It is said that this light was Andra’s own soul and power.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 4:59 pm
Table of Contents
1. Plot
2. Rules
3. Character Skeleton
4. Characters
5. Locations
6. Updates
7. Misc. Information
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:09 pm
Plot It was one hundred years since those events took place. The sword has been almost totally forgotten along with the temple. The world is kept in a primitive state with very little machinery. Most inhabitants are spread out in small islands while there are still a few large cities within the grasslands. The older cities are more noticeable due to the damage they had taken in Adremmelaches’ rule. Though some of the places were rebuilt, the feeling of sadness and disdain still lingers about.
The inner city of Yretal will soon hold the Tournament of Heroes. The first tournament had been used to form the original Nautr clan. It now became a tradition that mostly every city and country took part in. It consists of many warriors and at one point was a life or death situation. The rules have changed so now everyone lives but many get injured. The winners of the Tournament are given great riches and rewards. Along with material goods, their fame amongst the world would become great. …To be Continued
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:27 pm
Rules 1. Follow the rules of the Guild.
2. No GMing whatsoever. Everyone controls their own characters and blah blah blah. I will control the NPC's unless I allow others to do so.
3. Let your characters be original! No character should be super-ultra-mega powerful either. Everyone will have a definite weakness.
4. No Cybering. That's obvious...no one wants to see that and since this is my thread, I'll make sure you get kicked out of the guild for trying that stuff. Take it to PM's if anything else.
5. You can swear and act rude in character. It makes it more realistic. Don't overabuse it though. Be nice to your Roleplayers as in don't start an argument in OOC.
6. Stay Active. You better post at least 10 times per week. That's not hard at all. If you do more, I'll be even more pleased.
7. PM profiles to me with the title "Nautr." I won't accept it if it has anything different. And if you read the rules, add some emoticon in your profile where ever you feel it necessary.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:55 pm
Character Skeleton
Gaia Username:
Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Powers:
Weapons:
Weakness:
Personality ((Optional)):
Biography ((Optional)):
Gaia Username: ((That's obvious))
Character Name: ((First and Last name please))
Age: ((Keep it realistic. Some races will have characters of extended lifespans))
Gender: ((Obvious))
Race: ((There will be some you all can choose from))
Appearance: ((Either a written description or a picture! Or BOTH!))
Powers: ((What power does your character possess. Don't overdo it on this one))
Weapons: ((Not too many weapons either and don't make them super powerful))
Weakness: ((MAKE A VALID WEAKNESS and feel free to have more than one))
Personality: ((What your character acts like most of the time))
Biography: (Try to keep it original if you do make one))
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:59 pm
Characters 1. ViciouslySexy Gaia Username: Viciouslysexy
Character Name: Kinneas Volaju
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Appearance: Kinneas1and Kinneas2
Powers: Heightened attributes of strength, agility, and such. Kinneas is also able to create and manipulate his own energy. When fired off as projectiles, it appears to be a dark blue flame with black smoking tail leaving his hand. His healing factor works at a much faster rate than most, especially during the night time
Weapons: An unusually long sword with a slight curve. The blade itself is made of white metal and can transfer Kinneas’ power through it.
Weakness: Daylight tends to make Kinneas much weaker than he would be in the night. His stamina and endurance are also affected greatly in the daylight, causing Kinneas to run out of power quickly. Fire is also an element that tends to cause more damage than most types of attacks
Personality: N/A
Biography: N/A 2. [.lubrication.]
--Test Prof Char--
Gaia Username: [.lubrication.]
Character Name: Ivy
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Powers: Electricity [=( too lazy to get into detail]
Weapons: 9ft long whip made of metal rings bound by her electric powers [the handle is made of rubber].
Weakness: ..water.
Personality ((Optional)): Um.. uh.. bitchy, snobby.
Biography ((Optional)): ..I really dun know, but like the pics. =D
Appearance: Armor 1
Armor 2 Armor 3 3. Skinny Panda Gaia Username: Skinny Panda
Character Name: Drake Fortuna
Age: Twenty-five
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Appearance: All Hail The Heartbreaker
Powers:
Votre Soif Interdite;
. Drake’s most passive ability has been known to be a horrid thing to be at the opposite end of if you happened to have troubles accepting your darker self. While it requires nothing but a hard stare with a touch of flesh and a touch of intentional will, the results will vary depending on the force of mind he puts behind it. He can summon up the dreamy red splash of crimson in the throat, the rush of energy along the spine of a person, or the temptation to burnburnBURN in the mind of another. But that is not the true terror of this ability; he can absorb your fear, drain it from you and feed it back into you, a blade sharpened with your own self hatred.
IBattimento Guasto Dei Cuori Digiuna:
In other words it is the power to bring the dead to ‘life’. Sucking a quarter of the person’s energy for each corpse, the user gains the ability to literary reanimate a dead body. The body is still dead but the user plays with it like a puppet master would to a puppet, mentally however. Drake is quite fond of this power but hardly uses it due to a few mishaps and by how drained you feel afterward.
Fria de Nosteru
As much as he loves taking bathes, he adores the fiery heat that roars through his veins when he uses this ability. Technically, it’s just the ability to manipulate fire.
Weapons: A slender blade with two scratches running down its side. A white ribbon is tied to the hilt and serves as a memory to someone dear to him from his past.
Weakness: His weakness is that his attacks drain his energy and he sometimes uses too much and finds himself vulnerable. Also water is his weakness despite how much he loves bathing.
Personality: N/A
Biography: Drake was born from an aristocratic family and was raised to lie with elegance and become the proper gentleman to everyone’s eyes. As he grew up, he was raised to loathe humans and do whatever damage to them when he got a chance. However, being well-mannered, he would do it discreetly whether it is draining that person’s money to giving them a lustful night in bed only to find themselves dead the next morning. Drake didn’t bat an eye one and feels no remorse whatsoever to his victims.
From that day on, he was labeled as a sociopath in his family. His mother was scared of him, his father was in awe, and Drake played them both like puppets when he reached the age of eighteen. They would do as they were told and Drake’s icy heart placed a death spell on his family and those who knew the family.
However, one day…a single girl stood up to him. Confronted him. Spat at him. Rage burned brightly and his always-craving-stimulation-body pounced on her in the dead of night. Brutally torturing her, her parents found her shredded remains hanging on their fence for all to see. Keeping the white ribbon that was in her hair, he tied it to the hilt of his sword as a reminder to himself just how close he is to godhood. 4. King Claus Gaia Username: King Claus
Character Name: Asamaru Konpaku
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human/ Abyss Devil
Appearance: 
Powers: Asamaru being part Abyss Devil possesses super human strength, along with the ability to heal almost instantly any damage done to him depending on the severity. His Abyss Devil side gives him immunity from all demonic magic and or powers, along with sub-supersonic speed. The immense Devil energy that flows out him protects him from weak holy spells.
Weapons: He has one large sword that he carries on his back with two old style gauntlets. One white, and the other black.
Weakness: Level two holy spells and up have immense effects because of his Devil energy.
Personality: Asamaru stays quiet most of the time, but can't resist the urge the to do the right thing. He will do anything for an anyone so long as it's for the right reason, and not to harm someone who has never hurt anyone else.
Biography:
Asamaru was born in the very deepest depths of hell. Asamaru was originally born as a full Abyss Devil, but upon his original birth his father Lucifer himself stripped him of half his powers replacing them with the attributes of a human for fear of a hostile take over.
Asamaru was kicked out of hell and lived with human parents. Around the age of 14 Asamaru found out whom his real father was, and since then he swore to kill not only his father, but to be turned into a Seraph in pure spite of his Devil roots. Asamaru has made many attempts to combat his father having lost miserably each and every time. Upon hearing about a tournament where the winner was given amazing power he deicided that he would enter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:39 pm
Locations And yes, these places will resemble those of Final Fantasy X.Laseid Island - Famous for its fabrics and the clothes it produces. It was originally a city which relied heavily on machinery until it was completely destroyed by Adremmelaches. Its ruins now remain as a monument to the Masamune's power, and still has remains of old technology which house ancient weapons.
Kalima Island - An island just north of Laseid. It was also a island decimated during Adremmelaches' reign. 2 years after the Masamune was sealed away, the city was rebuilt by the Yretal.
Yretal - The second largest city in the world. It is only the place with a tournament stadium. That stadium was such a great symbol that many elite warriors fought to protect it from Adremmelaches. They did well since the stadium stays intact.
Nautr Roads - This highroad links the city of Yretal with Levene, the other great city. The Nautr clan also passed through this path to face the wielder of the Masamune.
The Great Barren Fields - From past wars even before the time of Adremmelaches, the area was left barren and dead. The Nautr clan knew it would be the perfect place to confront Adremmelaches. It was here where the monster had fallen to the hands of the Nautr clan. Still, the fields remain untouched except for a small agency in the middle to help travellers.
Levene - The largest city in the world and one where most power is held. The religious ideals of Levene spread throughout most of world and is known as 'Andralites.' This religion has set up many temples amongst different continents and shows a slight hatred to the advancement of technology.
River of Light - A large river that passes through the main continent. It is noted for the great amount of pyreflies that congregate over the lake.
Adriam Ruins - The home of the once powerful Adremmelaches. The place is considered unholy and no one is supposed to venture into the area. It now appears to be a desiccated area that was once filled with life.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:44 pm
Updates ...02/19/07
With the tournament in progress, most attention has been placed on Yretal. Under the city of Levene, a monster that was created many years ago to combat the power of the Masamune. The monster was kept under control by old technology. The machinery that withstrained this behemoth has somehow corroded and let the beast free. Reports on the whereabouts of this monster has remained a mystery.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:21 pm
The sun tickled his skin as he was busy basking in the warmth. Sprawled on the flat roof of a building, he gave a yawn as he took on the grace of a lazy feline. Hazel bedroom eyes slowly opened as he felt the wind brush against his bare neck. Another yawn was produced as he stretched resting muscles. Word was that a tournament was being born called the Tournament of Heroes. Well, Drake didn’t see himself anywhere close to hero ranking…he just didn’t find saving damsels in distress and the whole good over evil deal attractive. He actually found it quite pathetic.
However, fame and riches were the reward. Now that attracted him to the whole tournament. To get more power is to be known as a powerful aspect. Fame was one way and so was money. Already he found himself interested in this tournament.
A smirk fell on his lips as he slowly got up and brushed himself off. Without even looking down, he jumped off the roof and landed gracefully on the ground behind an elderly lady. Hazel eyes scanned his surroundings before walking at a leisurely pace. He might as well scan his competition, if there is anyway, and slice their throats open. “All for the sake of fun,” Drake murmured as he stuck a hand in his pocket.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:56 pm
The club slammed down onto the opponent’s head. Blood splattered and the hair clumped together. The crimson fluids trickled down the man’s face as he stumbled up to his feet. His sword rose into the air and swung at the barbarian man wielding the club. The clubbed man backed away from the swing and let his club crash down yet again. The crowd that sat around the whole arena roared when seeing the swordsman fall. The winner raised his weapon in the air and screamed with pride.
Kinneas had his arms crossed when gazing down at the arena. The first thing he had saw the red liquids staining the floor. After the victor stepped out of the arena, maintenance ran out to clean up the ground. This event was one thing that brought this world together. With a slight sigh, Kinneas fixed his hat to keep the sun out of his face. The black armor of his shimmered in the sun but served its purpose of keeping most of Kinneas’ skin concealed. There were announcements of upcoming fights ready to held. At the moment, the audience had a chance to leave the stadium until things were set up.
The slender figure of the man moved away from the balcony watching over the arena. He needed some fresh air and to get away from the rest of these people. Kinneas had to prepare for his own fight.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:42 pm
Diamonds, sapphires, rubies, gold: What more be said? The advantages of being rich and beautiful had no flaws nor boundaries, well, in the case of Ivy Zu Heltzer. A spoiled, adopted daughter of a millionaire father who never married nor has even spent any 'alone' time with any woman. Perhaps it was his own past childhood of being the smart kid always picked on in school, and could never get a date with even the lesser of the popular girls which prevented him from ever marrying in the later future. Even so, Ivy, the precious millionaire's most prized trophy, sat in a VIP box-room watching blood spill across the rough floor of the arena.
Wearing her finest, white silk gown, embroidered with gold and jewels, Ivy admired most violence, corruption, and greed that spread like poison in one's mind, and in this case the tournament was what brought the evil out of people. The greed and unnecessary sacrifices they make to become the best of the best.
"Hn, if people so badly want to become rich, why not just ask me? Ivy retorted to herself, disgusted by how low people and creatures will go to satisfy their craving for money and fame. A servant, dressed as well in dark green garments, bent low at the waist to where his mouth was close to Ivy's ear. "Pardon, Mademoiselle, mais votre père ne pourrait pas être ici aujourd'hui, ainsi dans le retour il a commandé un plus nouveau, un diadème plus fin de diamant. Il se trouve sur votre lit pendant que nous parlons dans votre pièce d'hôtel."
Ivy nodded and waved the servant away. "Thank you, Claude. I will be there shortly." The servant again bowed before leaving the box-room, curtly closing the door as quietly as possible.
[[*Pardon, but your father could not be here today, so in return he has ordered a newer, finer diamond tiara. It is lying on your bed as we speak in your hotel room.]]
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[.lubrication.] Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:31 pm
Yawns were beginning to get a bit frequent as he made his way toward the stadium. People were busy pushing in and Drake seemed to hold an air of boredom as he walked in. He could hear the screams of names being called out, the sound of yelling, chatting, and so forth. Drake just made his way toward the railing on the second level and lightly leaned on it. Swirling, wine-colored eyes watched in mild amusement as blood was splattered on the floor. Some fans were giving out cat calls to others who were for the other opponent, which was currently being crushed. Chaos commenced and Drake listened to this wonderful symphony.
It was over and a limp body was dragged out as a couple men in suits cleaned up the arena for the next match. “Hmm…it’s time to sign myself in,” he mused as he turned and headed back out of the stadium and headed toward the registration booth. It was time to shake his way in.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:24 pm
The announcements soon stated the next fight. The people in the stands were up from their seats and screaming at the top of their lungs. They hollered and threw their arms up to see who would fight next. Some hoped it would be a fighter from years before or for a warrior from their own city. Whatever the reason, the citizens put their love into the two fighters that would soon engage in bloody combat.
"And now! On the left is the axe carrying menace known as Trema of Levene!" The stadium was filled with nothing but yelling and triumphant roars. This Trema seemed to be quite the hit. The bald man was muscular bound as he held the axe up above his head. The blade seemed to be more than half the size of his own body. The veins in Trema's hands were pulsing as he tried to keep the weapon high into the air, its weight being very great.
"The man on the right is the newcomer! They call him Kinneas Volaju!" The audience was not as loud for Kinneas and a few sounds of 'boo' were heard as well. Kinneas could care less. He just smiled when grabbing hold of the hilt on his back. The curved blade of his sword soon pointed to Trema. Kinneas tilted his head up slightly to completely engulf his face in the shade of his hat. Kinneas seemed to be three times thinner than Trema but still fit. He had no problem with holding his sword straight out for so long.
"Get READY! AND BEGIN!" The announcer wasted no time in starting the battle. Both fighters smiled at the thought of winning. It would not be long until one would make the first move.
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[.lubrication.] Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 3:20 pm
Already a new match had been introduced. The fighters: A fairly large man wielding an enormously heavy axe, who seemed to draw the entire crowd's enthusiasm in thunderous shouts and cheers; the other a scrawny looking man, a fool to take on what seemed to be the God of melee and strength. Ivy compared the two, her glistening emerald eyes surveying, admiring the strong differences: strength against agility; muscle over speed.
To Ivy's right side was a small round table bearing a lamp covered in a red cloth with hanging white beads. Next to the lamp stood an empty martini glass along with a silver bell. Ivy delicately picked the bell up, gave it a quick ring, and Claude, her servant, reappeared.
"Vous avez sonné, Mademoiselle?" Claude asked, bending low at the waist in mere respect. [[**You rang?]]
"Of course, Claude," Ivy rudely stated. "I want you to do two things for me." Claude nodded and sounded a small grunt for Ivy to continue. "First, I would like a quarter glass of scotch on the rocks. Secondly, write my name on the tournament sheet. I would like to join."
Claude stared confused at what Ivy had said. "Je suis désolé, mais votre père n'approuvera pas-" [[**I'm sorry, but your father will not approve-]]
"Daddy hired you to please me. Are you pleasing me at the moment?" Ivy snorted out a fake laugh, her emerald eyes glazed with anger. "Put my name on that list. I will not ask you again."
"Oui, Mademoiselle." Claude left the box-room with the empty martini glass, cursing the Devil for his job.
Impatiently, Ivy hoisted herself up and walked out of the box-room, her silky white gown trailing behind her, to a flight of stairs leading down to the main lobby. On her way she passed a series of doors to her right, each numbered with a letter to indicate ticket seats. When she reached the main lobby, Ivy noticed Claude scribbling something on dirtied parchment paper with a feather white pen. A smile flickered across her face as she witnessed the event of her acceptance to the tournament.
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