Maleficia, a kingdom of thousands, cowers in fear under the decrepit hand of Saint Bodin. Never before has the kingdom experienced such hardships. Mothers resorting to prostitution and working in the royal harem, sons and fathers working in coal mines for bread money, and mere babes going to bed without a comforting hand or a warm bed. Saint Bodin controls the minds of every aristocrat, every clergyman, and every banker in Maleficia, and within a days notice, could bring the kingdom to it's knees. Demons run free throughout the countryside, raping and killing as their onslaught reaches full fruition.
This is where you come in, brave adventurer (puny human). You must help stop this infernal oppression, breaking free from the warmth of your homes and fighting for the greater good.
Godspeed,
Azriel and Party_Foul
To be included in your character's bio:
- Picture
- Physical features
- Background
- Powers
- Special weapons
- Armor
- Reason(s) for joining cause
Rules:
1) You cannot control other members (excluding movements that are pretty much given such as looking at a map like "huddle around, everybody".)
2). Your character cannot be another race besides human. No dwarves, elves, orcs, ect. This is a nomadic kingdom, you heathens.
3.) Your character cannot be too powerful. On a power scale of one to ten, it maxes out at eight. Your class must be reasonable.
4.) After every battle, we find shelter. Maleficia is a mountainous region, there's bound to be a cave somewhere.
5.) There are no angel/demon/human hybrids allowed
6.) This chapter will end when I see fit. You will all be notified beforehand in the OCC.
Thank you and happy adventuring!
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I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
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Name: Gudbrand
Age: 24
Weight: 163 lbs
Height: 5' 10"
Hair: Light brown, lanky
Eyes: Dark brown
Gender: Male
Bio:
[spoil]Gudbrand was deemed a farmer boy at birth. His father was always working the mines and his mother stayed at home and took after him and his sister, Alyah. Life around the farm was boring; It was always clean this, pick that, tend to this... but it wouldn't stay that way for long. One day, while father was at work, a cloaked stranger appeared on the farthest side of their farm. As he walked towards the house, mother hurried the children inside. They met in the middle of the field and exchanged words. Words became a heated argument, and suddenly, the stranger put his hand on the mother's face. A burst of brilliant red light left his fingertips and the mother dropped to the ground
Gudbrand sat under the windowsill, panicked. Alyah, the eldest, ran to the closet and grabbed her father's scythe. She look at him with dire eyes...
"No... you can't mean."
Alyah nodded her head, saying that if they didn't kill the stranger, then their death was imminent. Gudbrand took the scythe wearily and tears ran from his eyes. He was only fifteen, how could he take down that man...
He gathered his courage and headed out the door. The stranger's gaunt face turned towards him, red eyes burned holes in his memory. Gudbrand, frantic, charged towards the stranger, but the stranger was too fast and darted towards the door. Gudbrand raced after him and the two met inside. He swung the scythe and missed. The stranger ran into the kitchen and came back into the room. He looked at Gubrand...
"Where... is your father?"
The last word slid off his tongue, cold as ice. Gudbrand's eyes filled with fear.
"My father isn't here! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
And with that, the stranger vanished. Gudbrand ran outside to see if his mother was still alive. He hovered over her, and when she finally stirred, the fear left his eyes. His mother, however, looked at him with a dire stare. His father never came home that day.
She never did explain to him what conversation took place that day, but for ten years, his mother would always look at the road before she went to bed.
Gudbrand left when he was twenty-three for a small village in the nearby mountains. For a year, he worked as a steward at an shabby inn. Before too long, he began seeing cloaked figures roaming the halls. Maybe it was for real, but then again, you can never be too sure about your own sanity.[/spoil]
Strengths: Fifteen years of farm work have turned Gudbrand into an able warrior
Weaknesses: A lack of comprehension makes Gudbrand irrational in battle
Powers: Superior coordination
Armor: After two months of working at the inn, Gudbrand had enough money for a leather cuirass and some gauntlets
Weapons: His father's scythe and an iron dagger he keeps for protection
Reason for joining cause:
Weeks before his twenty-fourth birthday, news spread of demons roaming the countryside. The news became more and more dire until finally, Gudbrand made his way to his former home to warn his remaining family. He would discover a house engulfed in flames and his mother and sister dead in the middle of the field. He cursed the heavens that day and swore to extinguish all demons from the world.
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Name: Activus Nightwind
Age: 20
Weight: 171 lbs
Height: 6' 3"
Hair: Buzz cut, brown.
Eyes: Blue
Gender: Male
Bio: Activus was born to a rich family. His parents always strived to give him everything he could ever ask for. He learned at a very young age that he had a natural ability to live off of the land. Some even say it was like he could hear mother natures voice in his own ears. He also learned that he would not be able to live the pampered life for long, for he a had always wanted to become a great adventurer. When he was only 9 years old his father bought him a bow. He trained every day, shooting at anything from stationary targets to rabbits. His sense for adventure eventually got the best of him though. He left his family at the age of 18 to fulfill his dream.
Strengths: Quick, quiet, can survive off of nature.
Weaknesses: Trusts people too easily, hasty.
Powers: Pinpoint precision with a bow, good with a knife
Armor: Light leather armor and an animal hide cloak
Weapons: Hand crafted bow, dagger attached to his left ankle.
Reason for joining cause: Hopes for a great adventure.
Amgine has lived his life in secrecy. Growing up in a noble household , Amgine never conformed to the rules set before him. At sixteen, he decided to run away after years of defying the rules. His left a note saying goodbye to his mom and dad. Living on his own, Amgine lived his life still rebelling against any authority and doing whatever he pleased. Using any lie, speed and cunning, Amgine has avoided capture so far.
Strength: Speed and Deception Weakness: Brute Strength and Honesty Powers: Above normal speed and slight magic used for deception Armor: Light cloth and simple leather along with his cloak Weapons: Two daggers used for close combat Reason for Joining Cause: Sick of having to constantly run and hide, Amgine has decided to try to fight the people making the very rules he disagrees with.
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Name: Agrus Kos Age: 57 Weight: 175 lbs ~ 80 kg Height: 6'1" ~ 185 cm Hair: Gray, short Eyes: Brown Skin Colour: Brown Gender: Male Bio:
This bio is narrated by Agrus himself.
I once was a kid, a happy kid. I lived far away from here, but that is just a memory. The day they raided our village my innocent life was no more. They murdered my family, and me? I was a slave.
The officials trained me to do hard work, and to respect the authorities. A child's mind is weak, so I quickly caved. They continued to train me, hard and long. Whipping away every memory I had and making sure I knew my new place. After a while, the training sessions became less painful. Either they became less rough or my physique increased. I don't know which, and I don't care.
As I became more docile, they started to learn me to read and speak their language properly.One day the chief of the town guard arrived during a lesson. Everybody sprung to attention, but the chief only had an eye for me. "What is your name?" he asked, to which I replied, "Agrus Kos, Sir." He commanded me to stand fierce and proud. I stood there, tall and strong. Ignoring the pain on my back he examined me, circled me, judged me. He ordered me to perform manual labour, and I did. He seemed pleased.
From that day onward I was officially part of the town guard. It was the closest to freedom I had ever been, even though I still was confined to my prison at night. I didn't want to let this freedom slip by, so I did all the horrible acts the town guard is supposed to do. Many people have died by my hand, and many more have been crippled.
That time is behind me now. I have been allowed retirement due to exemplary performances. They gave me a small fund to start an life of my own, together with my retinue, but that is hardly enough. I have sold pretty much all my armour on the black market, trying to get by.
All I've got left now is the simplest of armour and my trusted longsword. During the day I can't stand walking around outside, afraid that someone might recognize me. At night I lay awake, contemplating every foul act I have done.
Every death, be it by my hand or others, seems to come back to haunt me. I fear sleep and I fear day. I fear life, yet also I fear death.
Strength: Melee combat Weakness: He is haunted by the spirits of his deeds. Powers: Higher than normal physical fitness/constitution Armor: Battered metal breast plate and greaves as issued by the military. The rest has either been sold or decayed. Weapons: Longsword as issued by the military. Reason for Joining Cause: Sick and tired of the corruption and decay that has fallen on this kingdom. Text Colour:The usual. Top-right corner.
This is where you come in, brave adventurer (puny human). You must help stop this infernal oppression, breaking free from the warmth of your homes and fighting for the greater good.
Godspeed,
Azriel and Party_Foul
To be included in your character's bio:
- Picture
- Physical features
- Background
- Powers
- Special weapons
- Armor
- Reason(s) for joining cause
Rules:
1) You cannot control other members (excluding movements that are pretty much given such as looking at a map like "huddle around, everybody".)
2). Your character cannot be another race besides human. No dwarves, elves, orcs, ect. This is a nomadic kingdom, you heathens.
3.) Your character cannot be too powerful. On a power scale of one to ten, it maxes out at eight. Your class must be reasonable.
4.) After every battle, we find shelter. Maleficia is a mountainous region, there's bound to be a cave somewhere.
5.) There are no angel/demon/human hybrids allowed
6.) This chapter will end when I see fit. You will all be notified beforehand in the OCC.
Thank you and happy adventuring!
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Name: Gudbrand
Age: 24
Weight: 163 lbs
Height: 5' 10"
Hair: Light brown, lanky
Eyes: Dark brown
Gender: Male
Bio:
[spoil]Gudbrand was deemed a farmer boy at birth. His father was always working the mines and his mother stayed at home and took after him and his sister, Alyah. Life around the farm was boring; It was always clean this, pick that, tend to this... but it wouldn't stay that way for long. One day, while father was at work, a cloaked stranger appeared on the farthest side of their farm. As he walked towards the house, mother hurried the children inside. They met in the middle of the field and exchanged words. Words became a heated argument, and suddenly, the stranger put his hand on the mother's face. A burst of brilliant red light left his fingertips and the mother dropped to the ground
Gudbrand sat under the windowsill, panicked. Alyah, the eldest, ran to the closet and grabbed her father's scythe. She look at him with dire eyes...
"No... you can't mean."
Alyah nodded her head, saying that if they didn't kill the stranger, then their death was imminent. Gudbrand took the scythe wearily and tears ran from his eyes. He was only fifteen, how could he take down that man...
He gathered his courage and headed out the door. The stranger's gaunt face turned towards him, red eyes burned holes in his memory. Gudbrand, frantic, charged towards the stranger, but the stranger was too fast and darted towards the door. Gudbrand raced after him and the two met inside. He swung the scythe and missed. The stranger ran into the kitchen and came back into the room. He looked at Gubrand...
"Where... is your father?"
The last word slid off his tongue, cold as ice. Gudbrand's eyes filled with fear.
"My father isn't here! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
And with that, the stranger vanished. Gudbrand ran outside to see if his mother was still alive. He hovered over her, and when she finally stirred, the fear left his eyes. His mother, however, looked at him with a dire stare. His father never came home that day.
She never did explain to him what conversation took place that day, but for ten years, his mother would always look at the road before she went to bed.
Gudbrand left when he was twenty-three for a small village in the nearby mountains. For a year, he worked as a steward at an shabby inn. Before too long, he began seeing cloaked figures roaming the halls. Maybe it was for real, but then again, you can never be too sure about your own sanity.[/spoil]
Strengths: Fifteen years of farm work have turned Gudbrand into an able warrior
Weaknesses: A lack of comprehension makes Gudbrand irrational in battle
Powers: Superior coordination
Armor: After two months of working at the inn, Gudbrand had enough money for a leather cuirass and some gauntlets
Weapons: His father's scythe and an iron dagger he keeps for protection
Reason for joining cause:
Weeks before his twenty-fourth birthday, news spread of demons roaming the countryside. The news became more and more dire until finally, Gudbrand made his way to his former home to warn his remaining family. He would discover a house engulfed in flames and his mother and sister dead in the middle of the field. He cursed the heavens that day and swore to extinguish all demons from the world.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Name: Activus Nightwind
Age: 20
Weight: 171 lbs
Height: 6' 3"
Hair: Buzz cut, brown.
Eyes: Blue
Gender: Male
Bio: Activus was born to a rich family. His parents always strived to give him everything he could ever ask for. He learned at a very young age that he had a natural ability to live off of the land. Some even say it was like he could hear mother natures voice in his own ears. He also learned that he would not be able to live the pampered life for long, for he a had always wanted to become a great adventurer. When he was only 9 years old his father bought him a bow. He trained every day, shooting at anything from stationary targets to rabbits. His sense for adventure eventually got the best of him though. He left his family at the age of 18 to fulfill his dream.
Strengths: Quick, quiet, can survive off of nature.
Weaknesses: Trusts people too easily, hasty.
Powers: Pinpoint precision with a bow, good with a knife
Armor: Light leather armor and an animal hide cloak
Weapons: Hand crafted bow, dagger attached to his left ankle.
Reason for joining cause: Hopes for a great adventure.
Name: Amgine Elddir
Age: 29
Weight: 165lbs
Height: 5' 11"
Hair: Buzzed/Black
Eyes: Green
Gender: Male
Bio:
Weakness: Brute Strength and Honesty
Powers: Above normal speed and slight magic used for deception
Armor: Light cloth and simple leather along with his cloak
Weapons: Two daggers used for close combat
Reason for Joining Cause: Sick of having to constantly run and hide, Amgine has decided to try to fight the people making the very rules he disagrees with.
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Name: Agrus Kos
Age: 57
Weight: 175 lbs ~ 80 kg
Height: 6'1" ~ 185 cm
Hair: Gray, short
Eyes: Brown
Skin Colour: Brown
Gender: Male
Bio:
This bio is narrated by Agrus himself.
Weakness: He is haunted by the spirits of his deeds.
Powers: Higher than normal physical fitness/constitution
Armor: Battered metal breast plate and greaves as issued by the military. The rest has either been sold or decayed.
Weapons: Longsword as issued by the military.
Reason for Joining Cause: Sick and tired of the corruption and decay that has fallen on this kingdom.
Text Colour: The usual. Top-right corner.
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