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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 7:45 pm
razz hello, everybody. Welcome to my roleplay. Alright, whatever, just trying to keep everyone's spirit up stare Okay here's the storyline:
Evil was abroad during this period of Faerie. It seeps through cracks and into places that were once good, decaying the lands of its goodness. But there are still places where peace is still maintained and they number in few. In these places are people who wish not to bother with the trouble around them, but to keep to themselves. However, there are a selected few who know the truth. Something must be done about this evil that will someday consume them all. They must destroy the evil at its heart and the only way to do this is to travel to the far reaches of Earth and defeat the evil King who is rumored to be 'invincible'. But this is no small task, one must survive their travels (a loooong journey) and find their way through the maze of the infamous tower to even be able to fight the Demon King.....Will they be able to do it?
Alright, as cliche as it sounds, it's actually kinda fun to roleplay about. I'm not too strict on the rules here. Make it as entertaining as you like. Romance/Action/Mystery....I mean you can add oodles of depth to the story just with a character with a lot of secrects or maybe one who doesn't know how to keep them. These are only examples though. Anyways, like I said, this is the Faerie World so elves and such are acceptable. My only rule is....no godmoding mad Easy enough right? And, oh yeah, there has to be a Demon King. First come. First Serve. (that is, if anyone comes)
Character profiles aren't neccessary here, if you were wondering.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 7:48 pm
Kazan stepped out of his house that morning his eyes taking in the peaceful landscape about him. Green, rolling hills, serene, blue sky, and the dew that lay upon the healthy grass.
Kazan was tall for his age. Six foot already and he was only fourteen. His hair was shoulder lenghth and black. A few strands of his hair played on the outskirts of his brow. He wore a doublet, some pants, and long boots. He also had a dagger sheathed on his side and a pack on his back filled with provisions and such. Today would be different he told himself. He was ready for what he had planned or as ready as a place of peace could make him.
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Bipolar Tangerine Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 5:15 pm
( The topic sounds very interesting. I am curious if you would be offended if I joined as a person who is already friends with your character... Please let me know so I will know how to write my introduction. )
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 7:56 pm
((ARIGATO someone who doesn't require profiles! I will spend hours trying to make one correctly, reason I don't use them. I think I will try to join...
Oh and if you could give a feeling of the area that would help, the setting and time I mean.))
A soft wind blew past the figure that stood in the distance. The bright red hair seemed out of place and foriegn. Cool gray eyes contrasted it completly, giving the man an offset look. His figure was lanky, but built. He leaned oddly, his weight distributed mainly on the balls of his feet. The black armor clanked as he moved, curving oddly against his figure. This was not the armor of a knight, the color reflected only dark light, and was hinted with deep reds and purples. He reached up, scratching his head slightly. The garniers did not held his lanky figure, even with armor he seemed very thin, much like a daddy long legs. He was tall, but not unusually so, it somehow balancing out his looks. His smile was deadly, flashing warning.
Pushing up from the buildingh e was leaning on he begane to trudge through the small city. Well it was more like a large town, for it did not hold enough people to claim the title of city. Plus, cities had bars and clubs last time he checked and he couldn't even seem to find a tavern in these parts. After the long time outside of civilazation, he longed for the old times of the city life. A cape trailed behind him, but it was not cape for it attached at the waist rather than the shoulders and it came to his ankles. The darkblue material contrasted his armor, only a symbol written in red and black tied it to the rest of his outfit. Very foreign, even for the cities.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:57 pm
(Hm. Now that would be interesting. Sure you could do that, Bipolar Tangerine. I completely understand where you're coming from, kayonaku. Character profiles are not my forte)
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