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Name: Aaron Rimius
A.ge:28
Gender:male
Race:Rotick
School(s): Enchanting,Pyromancy,summoning.
Bio:(More later) Aaron was found as a baby in Armenia, adopted by humans before he decided to move on at @ge twelve, Along the way he learned fighting skills and magic before settling in the city of Gopulien. He runs a apothecary there.
Appearance: Aaron stands at six feet tall, with dark skin,black hair and blue eyes, he wears a black cloak with the hood drawn up, and he has scars everywhere,mostly on his torso.
Plane: Plane of Life
Plane traits and or abilitys: The ability to tell what a plants uses are for.( If it can be poison etc)
Other: His race is unknown,but people still guess, Currently they believe they he is an Arcimian who dyed his hair due to the fact he's honest and hasn't participated in criminal activities. |
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GraulasJoin Date: 2010-11-26
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( Questions:
1. Do Silhouettes follow the name ((LAST NAME, FIRST NAME, MIDDLE NAME)) of the creature the shadow was extracted from? Are Silhouettes even extracted from creatures any longer? ) |
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RecesityJoin Date: 2010-10-09
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(How is someone in the Plane of Existence supposed to have plane traits and abilities?) |
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(I suppose they could immediately understand what something might be made out of or composed of?) |
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(Oh, I know. How about he can use all his senses at once to understand everything going on around him so long as he stands still?) |
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GraulasJoin Date: 2010-11-26
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Graulas's Character Sheet:
Name: Garkol Silvarn Fuxglov
A.ge: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Race: Silhouette
School(s): Healing and Emotions
Bio: He is a third generation Silhouette meaning he was extracted from his host creature by a second generation Silhouette. He began his strange life wanting companionship in the land of solitude and that is exactly what he gained. The companions name was Atojaf but preferred "master". The second generation Silhouette taught him until Gaarkol could take care of himself. This involved how to take shape of another creature and the two branches of magic his companion drilled into him. Healing is the most important magic, said his master. When you wound yourself or another creature is wounded, then healing solves that with ease. Another magic his master favored was Emotions. Garkol learned this easy and quickly got pleasure out of playing with the feelings of other creatures.
After learning the life of a silhouette for six years, Atojaf left him. He felt sad about his master abandoning him, but quickly got over it, now living his shadowy life toying with the emotions of others with delight.
Appearance: He appears as a simple shadowy figure without taking shape of another race. He favors the appearance of a certain Mishappen he met while in the Plane of Chaos. The Mishappen had a vaguely Arcimian face and a malnourish-looking body, its pale purple skin stretched tightly across its bones. Torn silver and bronze-trimmed robes hung on its frame, and its dark brown hair was tangled and greasy. Its black eyes had a warm and welcoming feel to it, despite its malevolent body.
PLanE: PLanE of Solitude
Plane traits and or abilities: He enjoys isolation and feeling of following something above him. Garkol can tell the emotion of a wide range of races. The easiest emotion to see is fear. The hardest feeling to see is trust. This ability best works on humans, though he can barely tell the feelings of Arcimians and Mishappens.
Other: He commonly inhabits Goratiul, but he is seen elsewhere at times. He has never crossed into other planes except that of which Zaldek reigns over. His experience in this plane was very unpleasant to him and now never strays from the Plane of Solitude out of anxiety of what other places may hold.
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Appearance: Errinaya's skin is of a dark shade of blue. Her eyes, and her head are identical to a snake's; her eyes are dark green. She has keen, curved claws and webbed fingers. As well, her feet are webbed, and her toes are sharp. She appears slim and tall, and she is often mistakened for a feeble weakling, but, frankly, she contains more strength than many brutes she comes across. She wears dark garments, and a cloak on top of that to hide her indentity. Errinaya carries a quiver over her shoulder, consisting of a taut, wooden bow and eleven arrows. |
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Juke_YTJoin Date: 2011-03-05
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"( Questions:
1. Do Silhouettes follow the name ((LAST NAME, FIRST NAME, MIDDLE NAME)) of the creature the shadow was extracted from? Are Silhouettes even extracted from creatures any longer? )"
Silhouettes often lose their identities when they are extracted from a creature. Some Silhouettes, however, remember their original identities, due to magic or other supernatural causes.
@Graulas; Accepted. |
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[All Collaborators & Admins are accepted.
If you want specifics: Gweb, Tai, Assasin, Rec, Graulas, etc. are accepted.] |
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Name: Gen
A.ge: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
School: Illusion
Bio: TBR
Appearance: Gen is 25 yrs old, and very slender. He is about 6"3 and 120 lbs. His eyes are deep green and his hair is jet black and cut short on the sides down to his ears, while being down to his neck on the back of his head and above his eyes on the front. His hair and eyes are rarely seen, however, as he usually just wears hooded white robes. The hood is almost always up, covering his eyes and especially his hair, as he was told they should by the masters. He has tanned skin.
Plane: Existence
Plane traits and or abilitys: Given that he is standing still, Gen can become aware around him by concentrating and using all his senses at once. Except taste. Well, sometimes.
Other: Gen can climb.
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(I s'pose I should begin now.
I won't be on for a week, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I:) |
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Juke_YTJoin Date: 2011-03-05
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[@Tai; That's alright. We'll fill you in when you get back. Though I don't think too much should happen in a week. 'Too much' as in 12+ pages.] |
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(Alright, thanks.)
``Errinaya
Acele tightened his hold on my wrist. "Bend your wrist back, Errinaya! How many times must I say that?" His laborious body and strong voice had always intimidated me when he was frustrated.
"I don't think she is physically capable of handling a sword," jeered Amara. "She is simply too feeble-"
"-Don't underestimate what I am capable of!" I lashed out at her; I couldn't contain it. Amara had always crawled under my skin since day one. She was so obstinate and disdainful! But could I blame her? We were all once slaves, and we all had difficult lives in the past; there was no telling what Amara had been through. It was likely worse that my case.
"Amara, let her alone, or I will personally put you through more labor." Acele had never fallen under the same interpretation of Amara. I viewed her as a harrowing, disdainful witch; Acele simply considered her naturally stubborn, but also a distressed woman. I couldn't say which interpretation was more accurate. |
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RecesityJoin Date: 2010-10-09
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(Accepted, or do I accept myself?) |
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Juke_YTJoin Date: 2011-03-05
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[@Rec; Both. Lololol.] |
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I walk through the streets, blending in perfectly with the tons of other people in Deskoria wearing white robes. I've been a Sa'dijja for 10 years now. My target is a wealthy trader. Apparently, someone wanted to take the spoils for themselves. |
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I head back to my dorm. I look around to make sure nobody's following me, then I shut and lock the iron-reinforced door. All five of the locks, that is. I then cast a protective spell around it. Abjucation, you come in handy.
I sit down at my desk and light the candle. A thick, hard cover book automatically opens in front of me. "Page 522."
The book obeys my command and turns to page 522. I trace my finger along the words I read.
"The Planes are a very sensitive subject. It is important to remain cautious when attempting any of the following actions. Cast a protective spell upon yourself and your companions. And also remember you may not return."
I skip down to the bottom of the page.
"One way to escape a Plane is to ask an Arch-Mage to create a portal. A portal is where the fabric of existence becomes folded into a single gateway."
No. No Arch-Mage would allow me to do that. I skip down even further.
"Another way to escape a Plane is to jump off the edge. This is the most dangerous way of escaping. The reason being: You ma-"
I quickly close the book, excited. That is how I will get out of here. The edge of the Plane should be far away, though. But I know someone who can get me there quickly. I pack my things: a staff, a few spell books, some spell materials, an inkpen, a vial of ink, and some extra empty vials. Of course, all along with food and waterskin. I unlock the door an open it.
A man is waiting for me. |
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The trader is guarded by many caravan guards in the market place. Heh. Ironic. He hired them to protect him, but...
I concentrate, take a deep breath, and cast a spell I learned a few years ago at the guards. They now think that the wealthy trader is a thief attempting to rob them.
Contract completed. |
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
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Valniexus stumbled along a narrow street; he was heading towards his General's headquarters, if he remembered correctly.
A loose stone caught his foot and he tripped, falling on his face.
Just as he got up again, his nerves tingled as he felt a blade being drawn, but he continued to his feet.
The steel against him caught the rays of the sun, and Valniexus was unfortunate enough to have it caught directly in his vision.
His arms flailed about, trying to make some sense of the situation. The attacker smirked, as he believed he had easy prey.
Just then, one of the fists nailed him in the head, forcing him backwards.
Pushing his arm over his eyes, Valniexus drew out his sword from behind his back; it looked simple enough, the blade, not extraordinary.
The assassin brought his weapon forward, seeking to stab Valniexus while he was blind.
However, as soon as the metal met his plate, the ringing sound caused the Gortin to turn with the blow, seeing as it was positioned towards a side, and he spun around.
His blade flashed as he twirled multiple times, before bringing himself to a halt.
The would-be-mugger lay on the ground in pieces.
Valniexus sheathed his weapon and continued on his way, the drunken gait mysteriously lost, a tune blowing out from his mouth.
> ↑ And that is how you confuse an atomic computer. ↑ ▬ Xžε⌐¡z○╖ |
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
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(Hmm, I don't really have any idea how to start, so I'm giving it all I've got here.)
After hours of reading in the library, I've decided I should head back to my home. I get up and place the book called "Ancient Archaeology" back to it's place on a small shelf that seems so isolated and dusty. Nobody hardly comes to this small corner of the library, but if you were to think about it, it's not that small at all because if you were to read all of the books here about history, you would think it would take up the entire library of these books. So I wouldn't get anymore distracted, I walk away from the corner of the library and head towards the door. I walk for a good half hour until I reach a pastel brown house that seems as if it was an apartment complex, which it actually was, but we treated it as a house. The woman who owns this complex is an elderly wizard who I had extra training for Binding classes from. Seven others lived in the complex too, there's: My neighbor, a quiet independent woman with dark violet hair, two blonde females who live on the bottom floors with room by room, a mid-aged man with a a toddler son and daughter, and the old woman herself. It was like one large family. I ascended up the dark gray metallic stairs and into the first door which happened to be mine, obviously. I flicked the light on and shut the door behind me, locking it. I look around the room and realized someone had been here... |
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dadudi1Join Date: 2008-07-15
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JP.
ROLEPLAY ON THE CHILDREN OF THE LOST.
OR I CHOP CHOP. |
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[NO! STAY HERE! D: I CHOP CHOP HER K.] |
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"Come with me," the man said, tugging on my robe. I follow him reluctantly. The man increases his pace, swinging his arms rapidly and widely. I have to jog to keep up with him. "What's the hurry for?" I ask. He ignores me and continues walking down the hallway. We finally get to the stairs and descend to the first level.
At the door, the man disappears. I look around, wondering where he could have gone.
Suddenly, I am in another room. The room is dimly lit by several candles scattered around, resting on several wooden tables. The dust gets into my breathes, and I cough.
The man is standing directly in front of me. I try to swing at him. My arm is blocked by a transparent barrier around him. He seems to study Abjucation.
"What do you want?" I ask.
He shows me the palm of his hand and a square appears on it. I soon realize it's the Plane of Knowledge. "What..."
He puts his other hand over it. Now the square is crowded. I move in to take a closer look, and place my head against the barrier. The residents aren't people. They're demons. I look up at the man. He nods.
I suddenly wake up, drenched in sweat. My bag is packed on the table beside my bed. I look around. I'm in my dorm again. If my bag is packed...then that wasn't a dream. |
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As the guards come and die in attempts to kill the caravan guards, I can't help but smirk. I love illusions.
When they're all done, I go to a guard, dagger still drawn but low and beside my hip, and thrust it into his stomach. I quickly go and stab another guard before the other one falls, and when they do, I leave, stabbing another guard who is investigating. I start picking off more with throwing knives when I get to the back of the crowd. It's a game I created for whenever I take pride in a certain contract. It's called "How Many Guards Die Before I'm Seen By Anyone."
I soon run out of throwing knives and take a bottle of ale one guard has while he doesn't notice, pouring some poison into it and then placing it back. My dagger now sheathed, a guard sees me.
"Are you blind? There is a murderer about! Get out of the area where the crimes are taking place so we can search!" He says.
I turn and walk away. I still hear the guards trying to find the assassin. |
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
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(Dadudi, I don't know, maybe making a sequel was a bad idea. c: I made a new roleplay though, if you'd like.)
I inspect my surroundings. I look at the beige leather sofa I have that's near a beige recliner and love-seat. I noticed there's a small dent in one of the cushions, giving me a sign that someone was sitting on it and was in here, and if not still here. I was being very quiet and cautious now on my way down the hall toward the kitchen which was the first room on the right. I turn into it quickly and saw nothing, but the lights were on.
Whoever was in here must want me to know about them. I then hear footsteps approaching from behind me and I whip around to see who it is. I was shocked, it was the two blonde's that live downstairs. They were smiling with crimson blood stained on their coats. They didn't say a word, but they began saying a spell. I remembered these two saying they were highly skilled in the school of destruction.
I ran out of the house and slammed the door behind me, but the door broke as soon as I did. I ran downstairs and into the house that contained the old wizard woman, but I saw a gruesome scene of blood and murder. I ran into the house of the man and his children. They were dead as well. I ran to the apartment room of the violet haired woman, but she wasn't home. She must still be alive. I would have to make sure to warn her one day, but for now, I need to leave. I began to run, but as soon as I turned around the two blondes were right there, staring at me with wicked smiles. I had made voodoo dolls out of everyone I have met here, but they were in my room. I'll have to use an evocation spell instead.
I remembered a spell that can turn dirt into a mist once in contact with something. I muttered the spell out quickly and kicked the dirt in front of the doorstep toward the two, and the dirt formed into a green mist. I took this advantage to run. The woman with the violet hair had informed us all she was going to be at the library and I had saw her enter it as soon as I left, so this means that she is still okay. I eventually am out of sight of the two girls and take a rest to breathe. |
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