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THE HISTORY
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Crystair, a land once ruled by a kind and gracious King. For endless centuries, the same bloodline forever sat upon the crystal throne, and the kingdom eternally flourished. It was a beautiful land, with silvery trees and lakes of the clearest, shimmering blue. To the east, on the glittering horizon, one would see the dark spire that represented the land of Umbra, its tip forever shrouding in its perpetual darkness. To the West lay Precipia, land of the winged ones, though they had long since gone into hiding.

There had long been a legend told to the children of Crystair; a fabled story of the one known only as “Lionheart”. In these stories he was a courageous man with the bravery of a hundred men and the ability to control the purest of light. It is said that with this light, “Lionheart” could destroy the darkest of evils, cleanse the hearts of the weary and relay messages of the recently deceased. But the children did not believe these stories, after all, surely such a great man could not exist?

Perhaps the most skeptical of all who heard these stories was the young Crown Prince. Even at the age of four, he found these ‘tall tales’ just a little hard to digest. On the one hand, he wished such a man existed, for the war with Umbra would finally come to an end and his parents wouldn’t keep him literally under lock and key. But another part of him knew such people were not real, that these heroes were nothing more than characters in stories to aid the children of the world to sleep easier and feel safer.

Umbra, the land of eternal darkness, an evil and foreboding place. No good had ever crossed its border with Crystair and for many centuries, the two kingdoms had been locked in war. However, a new power was rising in that gloom, driving towards the highest seat of power offered to it. In just one short year, he rose to the top and killed the current Queen in cold blood. Umbra know had a new king, a man so dark that even the shadows quaked in his wake. And yet he waited, biding his time. He knew that soon, his opportunity would come to take the eternally beautiful kingdom of Crystair.

Just after the Prince’s fourth birthday, a strange, bloodstained child was found wandering the village just outside the castle. A dagger gripped in her hand, the child was easily mistaken as an orphan of war. However, she had not merely found the dagger after witnessing her parents’ demise; rather she had indulged in the murder of a rather offensive man who seemed to think that she would return to his home with him by tempting her with sweet things. The young boy that found her did not think of things this way however. A brave child, he approached the girl and guided her to his house where she was quickly cleaned up and fed.

For four years, the girl refused to speak and the family into which she had been adopted feared that perhaps the child was dumb. Yet, she squashed this belief when she spoke the name of the boy who had saved her, and taken her under his wing. For a further four years, the girl spoke only to her new Brother, and would often follow him to watch him as part of the Royal Guard. It was on these little trips that the girl often saw the young Prince, and in time, she went with her Brother more to catch glimpses of the boy rather than to watch the training. The girl was slightly envious that her Brother seemed to be on quite friendly terms with the handsome young Prince.

And still the Tyrant and his Dark General, a man clad in dark armor who was believed to be no more human than shadow, waited. The Prince reached twelve and with it came the awakening of his inner light. A single soldier survived the attack up the Umbran border, only to die upon making it to the throne room. The Prince, however, was able to relay the message of the recently deceased warrior to his father, thus preventing the dark forces from invading Crystair’s border villages. The Queen, now fearful because of this show of power, appealed to the girl’s adopted parents. By this point, her wings had sprouted, revealing her to be of the Winged Ones bloodline, and the Queen, knowing the ferocity and skill of these naturally born assassins, knew the Prince would be in safe hands.


And so the Prince and the Assassin finally met. The Brother was promoted to Commander of the Royal Guard shortly after and three grew closer. It would be this bond that proved to be essential just six years later. Finally the time had come for the Tyrant to take Crystair and he did so with little to no resistance. Having waited so long in the darkness of Umbra, his forces had grown to outnumber those of Crystair and so it was not so much an invasion as a massacre. Yet the Prince, the Assassin and her Brother fought valiantly, getting to the throne room seconds to late.

The King and Queen lay slaughtered, Crystair’s new ruler sitting upon the throne. Upon resting eyes upon the Prince, the Tyrant ordered his death. However, the Assassin lived up to her title of the Prince’s personal bodyguard by dispatching of all who came his way. Not that she needed to worry, for she had learnt over the years that the prince was a very capable swordsman.


And so our story starts here, with the Prince, his bodyguard and the brother being chased from their lands by an army of Dark Soldiers. A handful of Crystair Loyalists find themselves following the Prince, even as the Dark soldiers close in. The commander of the Royal Guards orders the others to run whilst he fends off the soldiers, possibly trying to make up for the death of his King and Queen and his inability to save them.

The others listen to the commanders words, making a break for the border.

But what will become of them now?



Character Template​
Name:
Age:
Race: ((You don’t have to be Human or a Winged One. Fantasy is where it’s at ;)) ))
Gender:
Weapon:
Class:
Position:
Element:
Starting Ability: ((Name and description please. Must relate to your element. Other skills do not count towards this, this is purely Elemental Ability))

Physical Description:

Personality:

History:
Elements

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Fire – Devastating offensive magic that can burn
Water – Mainly curative magic
Lightning – Destructive and unpredictable magic
Ice – Defensive and Offensive magic
Earth – Supportive magic, but can be offensive
Wind – Minor healing and buffing magic, can also be offensive
Aura – Magic of the mind
Spirit – Necromancy

*Shrines can be found along one’s travels. If you enter a shrine and complete a trial, your abilities will deepen and expand* Darkness and Light are restricted to the main characters
The Winged Ones

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A race of beings that were created by the gods to be the perfect assassin. But, the gods had not counted upon the effects that taking so many lives would inflict upon them. Over time, the Winged Ones lose themselves with each kill the perform, until when they hit maturity (which is said to be around 19 years of age) they transform into demons of pure darkness, losing any shred of humanity they may have had left.

The Winged Ones vary in appearance, but always gain wings around the age of 13. Typically these wings are black but few have been known to sprout purple, blue or even green. The wings are always dark in color. Besides this, up until their transformation, Winged Ones look very much like the average human apart from the wings for which they got their name.
Main Characters (Those in the history)

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The Assassin – Solstice – Winged One (Vikki/Dagger)
Element – Darkness
Weapon – Katana and Throwing Knives
Gender – Female
Class – Assassin
Age – 19
Starting Ability – Dark Pulse


The Prince - Talistis Balinar – Human (Diarmuid/Necron)
Element – Light
Weapon – Sword
Gender – Male
Class - Master Swordsman
Age – 18
Starting Ability – Converse


The Commander - Jacel Onyx – Human (Damon)
Element – Light
Weapon – Swift Saber
Gender – Male
Class - Commander
Age – 24
Starting Ability - Sword Wave


The Tyrant - Ticalos Mal - Human (Jesse/CassinoChips)
Element – Darkness
Weapon - Fists
Gender – Male
Class - Dark Monk
Age - 37
Starting Ability - Shadowbolt

The Dark General - Ahrexian - Human (.Lightning)
Element – Darkness
Weapon - Brahadur
Gender – Male
Class - Dark General
Age - 33
Starting Ability - Shadowed Minds

Prince Loyalists = 1 male and 1 females remaining

((??? is for the player to decide upon filling out the template))
Accepted​

Rebel Army
 Talis (Mitsuro)
Solstice (Vikki)
Jacel (Damon)
Henrietta Genevive (TipsyNaruto)
John Batistuta (Kevin)

Tyrant Army
Ticalos Mal (CassinoChips)
 Ahrexian (.Lightning)

Neutral
Arisato Thanatos (Last Tsurugi)
 
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+Name: Solstice

+Age: 19 yet appears to be a couple of years younger physically

+Race: Winged One

 +Gender: Female

 +Weapon: Bloodlust: A katana with a pure white blade that absorbs the blood that stains it during kills. The hilt is made of jet, an intricate design etched upon it. The guard consists of an almost square shape, rounded off to give it a more feminine touch. It is longer than the average katana, its' sheath obsidian black, a single rune etched upon it to symbolize the bearer's speciality: dealing death.

Kunai: A seemingly endless supply of the traditional throwing weapon. Made of some white metal, that seems to be the same as the blade of Bloodlust, these Kunai never miss their target, whether it is by the skill of the Assassin or some imbued magic, Solstice is unwillingly to disclose.

+Class: Assassin

+Position: Prince’s Bodyguard

 +Element: Darkness (Later evolves to Twilight)

 +Starting Ability: Dark Pulse (A shock of dark energy that engulfs the opponent)

+Physical Description: At five foot eight, Solstice is neither short nor remarkably tall; in her opinion at the very least. Her long, snow white hair falls just past her rear, left loose except for the front bangs which are held by small metal bands. Eyes of a soft, leaf green peer from her pale face, changing to a vivid yellow when engaged in battle. It is perhaps these eyes that lead to the many misgivings of her true personality. They give her an almost angelic appeal, making her appear soft and kind.

Solstice has a slim, well toned physique due to her private training to hone herself to the perfection expected of her profession. Her long legs are muscular without being over the top, molding upwards into curvy hips. Her waist is elegantly slim without appearing underweight, tapering from an ample bosom. Her complexion is quite pale compared to others of her kind, perhaps revealing that there is more to her than just being the perfect killer. Solstice also bears a single, perfectly straight, pale scar down her left thigh, a constant reminder to the one time she lost her focus in battle.

As is the typical with the winged ones, Solstice's wings formed at the age of thirteen. Although they appear black, under direct sunlight, silver almost seems to shimmer like a shrouding mask over them, almost as though protecting the delicate feathers from the intensity. Her wings are also smaller than those of a typical Winged One. Whilst most Winged Ones wings are at least arm span wide, the tips of Solstice's wings brush just past her elbows. She rarely uses them for flying purposes, usually only relying on them for a little extra balance or power to run forwards, which is probably for the best as being smaller, they tend to hinder her airbourne capabilities more than aide them.

The Assassin has a very unsmiling, almost displeased disposition. Rarely does she seem to give off positive emotions, her smile a very rare sight indeed. However, when she does smile, her entire face lights up, her pale eyes sparkling like jades out of a porcelain doll; this often wipes away the fact that she is infact a cold blooded killer, making her appear almost normal.

Her voice holds a mystique all of its own. On the one hand, it is easily definable as female, a rich and pure sort of voice. However, on the other hand, Solstice's voice has a much deeper, undefinable tone, giving it a shadowed veil of intrigue and appeal. One of her hobbies is singing, and this clear, ringing voice allows her to reach notes so perfect that it seems unnatural. But then again, Solstice is not altogether human.

Solstice's attire consists of very little. She believes clothes only hinder her movement and therefore wears as little as she can get away with. The main part of her clothes is a simple, somewhat risqué, dark soft leather, almost leotard style outfit. It lays open at the front, lined with white along the inner hem, covering her chest enough to keep her dignity. Two belts buckle around her torso, just beneath her chest, more as an added precaution in keeping her outfit together than as a fashion statement.

An almost skirt like adornment wraps around her waist, rising up in a V at the front , therefore serving no real purpose in covering her except as providing extra coverage for her numerous kunai. It has an sort of cloak like back attachment that covers her rear and a criss-crossing beaded belt of sorts for decoration. Her feet are covered by a pair of long, dark soft leather boots, reaching her knees. She also wears a pair of gloves in the same material that reach past her elbows. The finishing touch to her attire comes as a red, tattered appearing traveling scarf that she has wrapped so the ends lay down her back.

Solstice wears extremely little in terms of armor as she relies purely upon her speed and cat-like agility to defend her in battle. She does, however, agree to wear a pair of pale gold colored steel covers over her boots, but insisted upon the blades being attached to the back. She also wears a pair of arm guards in the same color, which end in claw like attachments. So as much as she wears them for protection, she can also use them to attack others.


 +Personality: Solstice is possibly best described as a little complicated to truly understand. Unlike her kind, she has an extremely loyal streak, as shown in her determination to protect the Prince at all costs, even if it means the loss of her own life. She comes across as uncaring and cold, distant and unresponsive when deep down, she is the complete opposite of these things. Solstice is constantly fighting an internal battle with her own emotions. Whilst she fights to protect the Prince because of her position and the trust placed upon her shoulders, the Assassin struggles to keep her feelings for him hidden.

The Winged Ones typically never experience true emotions, especially those of the purest kind, and so Solstice naturally finds the concept of love and kindness hard to deal with. This more often than not is the reason behind her icy façade as she finds it easier to disguise her true feelings if she acts aloof.

Solstice has no understanding of the differences between male and female and therefore doesn't really take personal space of the opposite sex into account. Nor does she understand that certain touches and gestures may be deemed inappropriate between the genders. Because of this lack of gender distinction, she thinks nothing of changing or bathing in front of others as she also does not understand the concept of embarrassment and therefore never takes anyone's into account.

The other defining characteristic of Solstice is a darker side of her, usually triggered by an assault by the enemy upon either the Prince or her Brother. Solstice becomes enraged, her shadowed side taking over until she barely recognises friend from foe. This side of her has never been revealed to the Prince or her Brtother, mainly because she would retreat to a private place and fight it out of herself, or simply take out that which was the problem.

+History: [coming soon]
 
So can I make a character that comes from anywhere? I don't know the places in this RP and don't know where he should come from.
 
Yes, you can, so long as you explain where near Crystair it is.


And Damon played the Commander last time and shall be doing so again seeing as he knows the story almost as well as I do. :)


Obviously the Prince can't come from just anywhere though. :mokken:
 
The Dark General - Ahrexian - Human

Element – Darkness

Weapon - Katana - Brahadur. This blade is almost as dark as the man who carries it. Rather than reflecting light, it appears to absorb the light, and as such it appears as a black shape within it's surroundings. As old as the kingdom of Umbra itself it has been passed between generals for as long as it has been in existence, and now it has found itself to the Dark General...


Gender – Male

Class - Dark GeneralAge - 33

Starting Ability - An evil man, he would much rather play with the minds of his enemies than engage in direct combat, where he excells, by manipulating the shadows of objects around him. By doing so he is able to make people think that they are in fact outnumbered by a much greater force than is true, and this often causes his enemies to break and flee without engaging in combat with them, saving his troops for for the next fight in which they may be required...

Physical Description - A giant of a man, over 6 foot 6 inches in height, he is completely clad in armour as dark as night. From the outside, all one can see is this armoured form, pitch black plate with blood red edges. The shadows within the helm play across his face rendering him invisible to all those who look upon him. An aura of darkness and shadow surrounds the armour, having no actual effect, it is purely for theatrics, making him appear darker and more malevolent than he already is...

The man himself is a heavy set, toned man who has clearly spent many years training rigorously for the position he now holds. Along with his muscled build he sports the signs of a battle weary warrior. His body is covered with battlefield healed scars which have formed ridges of skin upon his once clear skin. (This section is purely to show what he looks like, this is not visible purely by looking at the man).

A cloak is attached to the front of his armour on this left of his breastplate and behind the pauldron on his right side. The outside of his cloak is dark red, similar to the colour of dried blood, the inside black, with the royal crest of Umbra embroidered upon it in silver thread.

Personality - In the past a young and brash warrior he learned very quickly that he had a taste for power. He figured out that the only true way to get the sort of power he longed for would be to raise up through the ranks until he could become general of the dark army of Umbra. Reaching this rank by pure luck at the age of 18 he pledged his alleigance to the new ruler of Umbra, known to most as "The Tyrant".

Since that time he has slowly become a darker and more silent character, speaking only when encessary, or when in battle to mock those he is about to kill. He has become extremely self-confident, his own powers almost unmatched by any living man. His mind has been infected by shadow, a result of following "The Tyrant", and this has made him seem less and less human over the years.

He has lost all sense of compassion for his fellow humans, let alone any other race, and this reflects in the way he rules his master's army. He shows no compassion leaving injured men behind to suffer the elements and perish alone, whilst taking prisoners for toture from the other side, or hacking them down where they surrender.

History - Born in Umbra he lived his younger years as most other citizens would. He signed up to the military only two years before the Queen was killed by "The Tyrant". As he showed great prowess at the side of this new power throughout the uprising, "The Tyrant" named him his general.

Since then he has lead skirmishes against the borders of Crystair, with very little success, but his master didn't seem overly displeased by this. As time drew on the forces under the general's command grew much larger, until one day, approximately fifteen years after his appointment as Dark General of Umbra, Ahrexian was ordered to take a massive army and assault the kingdom of Crystair. This was successful, the King and Queen lay slain in their throne room, and the Dark General could present this new land to his master, "The Tyrant"...
 
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Are the non-main characters that important in the story? Or are they just there?

Anywho....

Name: Arisato Thanatos

Age: 18

Race: One-Winged Scorned

Gender: Male

Weapon: Book Of Artemecia (Contains the incantations of many ice spells)

Class: Ice Sage

Position: Scorned Life

Element: Ice

Starting Ability: Bufudyne: An ice spell that encases the opponent in ice and crushes them within it. Can also be used to conjure up an ice block to block on-coming attacks

Physical Description: Arisato is a thin, but not skinny young man. His body consists of many cold spots (literally) due to his training with ice spells. He stands at 5'11 and has a very distinguished posture.

His face is very stoic. He smiles only when he is insulting someone or learned some new way to use a spell. He has a very straight nose and wears very sharp looking glasses. His eyes are heterochromic, meaning they are two different colors, one hazel, one orange. With his eyes, he can cast a very mysterious look at different things. Most of the time, though, he casts a dark look at things, due to the misfortune he suffered in his life.

He wears a robe that is zipped up in the middle, leaving the top and bottom open. The robe is dimgray colored and has a hoody. It has a design going across it that symbolizes his power. It is shaped like a sharpened ice cube and is thus icy blue colored. It has one hole in it, where his wing sticks out.

And lastly, we arrive at his One wing. It is not feathery like the winged ones, rather it is very fell (holes in it). It gives his whole look a very demonic appearance. His one wing shows his scorned birth, between a human and winged one. The wing enables him to hover, but not fly. It also allows him a slight defense in battle, should anyone get close to him. It has sharp points at the tip that resemble cat claws.


Personality: He is very cold. His birth is a crime against nature. He cannot sleep due to both races wanting him dead, considering him an abomination. He is always very cautious, watching out for anyone who may be considered an enemy. He has no friends and talks to himself to assure himself of his own existence. Deep deep down, though, he just wants one person to accept him in the world, as even his own parents have attempted to kill him. His element clearly spells out his personality, cool and cold as ice.

History: A dark history indeed. He was born in a village named Lominace to a Human woman and a Winged-One male. The winged ones had attacked the village where she lived and killed all who lived there. She was left. The winged-ones decided they would have some fun with her and they did. This "fun" caused her to become inpregnated. They decided not to kill her. The left her and one year later, Arisato was born. The winged-ones returned to this village a few years later, after it was rebuilt by survivors who had in fact, survived the encounter. The Village was still weak and could not withstand another attack. They came back for her. They took her away from her son and he was left to survive, as the villagers did not want to care for him. He struggled to survive, having to do all sorts of things to survive. Years passed and his mother came back to the village, having been transformed into a wicked woman. She came for Arisato, having told the attackers he existed. She came to kill her own son, for he was an abomination. The villagers told her that he left years ago to try and live a life unlivable by human means. That he had figured out the means behind his birth and new the scorn that would befall him.

Arisato had somehow lived to be 14 when his wing sprouted. He knew that Winged-Ones had wings and waited for the next one. When it did not come, he realized that he was a Scorned Life, a life wrought from two races that never should come together. He then traveled to try and find a means to rid himself of his wing, eventually finding the Book Of Artemecia, a book containing spells. This could keep him alive, he knew and he studied the spells while traveling, unaware that the his mother and the winged-ones wanted him dead. He would not find this out until he was 17. He had found a way to excuse his wings, but not before she found him. She tried to kill him, but could not after seeing him in his state. She vowed that she and his father combined would come for him one day and that he would not live a life worth living until then.

Now he wanders the world, waiting for both his parents to come to pay them for his creation and a cause to live, or a place to die.....

The history may need fixing and I will do that if it needs to be. Is this good? :grin:
 
If my dejavu senses are correct, then If I can find my old character, I will post it as such.

EDIT: Found

Name: John Batistuta
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon: Crux Staff (includes a Knife attachment to serve as a Dragoon role)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance: Standing at 5'7", John is a skinny young man who has engaged in average cardio exercises. He is quick with his staff and has limited expertise in certain martial arts, however never uses them. He is equipped with the standard Dragoon armor but without the helmet. He is nicknamed "The Southern Cross" due to his kingdom being in the southernmost part of the continent, where the constellation Crux can be seen in the night sky.
Personality: John is proud of his country, both the kingdom he was born in and the kingdom he was raised. He is however worried about his soldiers and wishes the best for all of them. He strives to achieve his goals first and foremost.
Class: Stickmaster/ Dragoon
Position: Prince Loyalist
Element: Wind
Starting Ability: Wind Slash (Uses his Naginata staff to conjure waves of Air that can slice through rock, metal and bone)
History: Born in the Kingdom of San Memoria (flag pictured in link), but raised in Crystair, John grew up with stories of his parents hometown. San Memoria was a nation friendly to Crystair, but it fell almost as simaltaneously as when Crystair fell in the Umbran invasion. At the time of the invasion, his parents were brutally murdered in the attack, but not before telling him that he was not really their son. These recent events forced him to walk a different path than he envisioned. Though he manage to escape, he now must find out the truth, behind the war, his parents decision, and how to liberate the two kingdoms before darkness conquers the realms.

(NOTE: This kingdom will not serve a role in the RP until probably after the RP comes to it's [hopeful] conclusion)
 
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I think I'll be joining this one in some capacity, I just haven't decided what that'll be as of yet. Will edit in bio here once I figure things out.
 
whee.... im in! Ill be using my old character, but im going to round out her profile a bit, add a bit more depth. So hold a female loyalist position for me!

 Name: Henrietta Genevive

Age: 18

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Weapon: Henrietta's choice of weapon is an elegant longsword by the name of Duravel. This European longsword, standing 120cm tall, is the colour of the sun, shining white near the tip before fading into a fiery orange as it nears the crossguard. The hilt also, with organe, has hues of purple added in its design. Intricate symbols and etchings become more visible as the colour darkends down the blade. Its sheath is equally intricate and detail and decorated, follows the swords colour scheme with jewels and symbols. Duravel hangs on her left hip in a normal manner.

Duravel has the ability of explosion. It can be said that the blade is almost like metal gunpowder and that any spark of sufficient impact (anything stronger than a normal strike) would create a spark that will explode. Upon impact, it can creat a small explosion that shoots downward from the swing, towards the opponent and away from the wielder. However, like gunpowder, it has the same disadvantage that can nullify its ability.

Occupying her back right hip are a pair of whip swords which are in a crossed style with both hilts pointing out towards the side. When connected, they are 75 cm in length. However, when in whip form, they can reach up to 2 meters in length, with the sword pieces seperated all along the length. The hilt is mainly red with gold decorations at the hilt guard and near the base of the hilt. A green jewel is studded in the middle of the T of the hilt, appearing on both sides of the sword. Along the actual blade is a black strip that runs through the middle with golden inscriptions along it. When the green jewel is depressed, the retraction device on the sword is released and allows the sword to seperate as a whip. When the sphere is released, like a coil, the pieces reassemble back into a sword.
Class: Swordswoman

Position: Prince Loyalist

Element: Wind

Starting Ability: Swirling Gust: A circulation of wind around the sword that distorts the refraction of light, making it seem invisible.This makes it hard for the opponent to gauge and parry her attacks since they cannot discern the length, width and actual position of the blade by actual sight. The pressurized air can be shot out offensively in a for of intensive gust that can cut through things caught in it. If kept on the sword, it will incrase its swinging speed and its cutting powers.

Piercing PointL By gathering a swirling wind at her forearm, sha can launch the wind into piercing ranged strike. The strike resembles a thin drilling action where the winds rotates at amazing speed. It is through a thrusting motion that allows it to be shot out.

Physical Description: Henrietta stands at 170cm, rather average for a female. Her hair is long and flowing, reaching down to her hips at the back in a low ponytail. In the front, her fringe sweeps to the left, where most of it is hung behind the ears, reaching the jaw line. Her fringe, however, still cuts across her left eye. The colour of her hair is a nice ivory blonde colour. Her eyes are large and innocent looking with it being a warm golden colour. In general, when seen outside her armour and in a ladies dress, she seems more like a princess than a knight.

Her natural frame is small. From vigorous training, her body is strong and resilliant, but retained the feminine look. Despite having a smaller frame, Henrietta was blessed with natural strength. Taking even further advantage of her size, she dedicates most of her time on speed. As a result, she turned out much faster and stronger than her fellow comrades.


Her armour appears as this, including the helmet. The gauntlet on her arms and boots are made overlapping plates, so that they can use to block sword strikes and arrows. She has a cloak such as this, but is completely white with this design with this type of bordering except the white line is in her armour purple. It is a two side cloak, where the inside is inverted colour without the symbol. It can be clasped to her shoulder, mantle style, to show who and what she is or be closed around her body with the hood on to hide her identity more.

Personality: Henrietta is devoted to the crown and its family due to her past. She is willing to do anything and everything in order to ensure the survival of the lineage. A side affect of this is that she is an extremely loyal person, to her friends and her country. However, devotion aside, Henrietta is rather normal type of person with an abnormal amount of stubborness and slightly hot headed. She ususally is in a happy mood and can be carefree and relaxed (but not lazy) at times, but when things are needed to be done, she gets it done.

History: Henrietta had lived on the border of Crystair, her family owning a large plot of land and being a minor lord. Their family had been loyal and devoted to the royal family when their first ancestors were saved by the King's forces. Ever since then, most of the males enlisted into the military with the loyalty hammered into them. The females were the same, but served to assist in raising the boys to serve for the empire.

When Henrietta was four, many of the elegible males left for the capital to enlist, leaving the farmers, the old men and the females. No brigands were smart enough to attack the Genevive Farmlands, as it was reputed to produce the finest soldiers to serve the empire. However, one suicidal band attacked at the right time when they were at its weakest. THe men poured into the farmlands, pillaging, looting and killing. The men made a futile struggle, holing up in the main manor of the lord. When all seemed lost, Soldiers from the army arrived, saving the family. The imminent death and miraculous save burned into her mind. From then on, Henrietta devoted herself to become strong and, abandoning all else, went off to join the army.

Through years of training, Henrietta's devotion and stubborness ensured she soared through the training regiment and, like all of her blood relatives, became one fo the finest soldiers of the army, the Royal Guards. When the attack came, Henrietta was away from the castle. Her squad double timed it back to the castle in order to defend it. On the way in, she caught sight of the Prince, the commander and the Assassin. As the trio charged into the throne room, Henrietta stayed out to cover the exit. It wasn't long before the three came back out. Their retreat signalled to her that the king and queen is dead. Instead of staying behind and surrendering, Henrietta followed the Prince in order to ensure his escape.
 
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I still remembered clearly this was a role play in which I did not post as frequently as I should have. Apologies for such behavior then. I might have reasons back then, but sorry, nevertheless.

For this role play, I'd like to use my approved character.. (Again) Unity Ilf. Though, she has control over 5 elements. I'm not sure if that is okay with you, Lindsey.

However, if accepted, I suppose I hope she can be another Prince Loyalist.
 
Wewt, dug up my old bio. Now to see if I want to change stuff...

Name: Jacel Onyx
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon: Swift Saber: A 5ft long saber, the handle and sword are made from seperate pieces of steel and then forged together. The handle is crimson red in colour while the blade remains in it's original steel colour, the blade itself, unlike average sabers is actually 7 inches wide at the base and slowly shortens the length as it reaches the top. It weighs roughly 80lbs though his strength makes it as weildable as a 50lbs weapon (feel free to correct if the weights sound a bit weird, i'm not too good with the math etc)

Class: Loyal Defender of the Prince
Position: Guard Commander
Element: Light
Starting Ability: Sword wave: A combat enhancing ability, it works by creating light blue shockwaves with attacks, so a downward slash would create a wave across the ground and a thrust will have a stab wave added to it. The ground waves are more long range while the stabs are designed for quickfire, close range attacks. As usage increases, new skills and combos can be developed to make them more deadly.

Physical Description:
Eye Colour: His eyes are light blue and mysterious, almost housing a deep emptyness and an aware sense within them. His eyes tend to be half closed, trying not to show much of them to people.

Hair Colour/Style: Very light blonde hair, thin in style and reaches quarterway down his back. He prefers to have the sides go over his torso while the center stay at the back. The hair that falls to the back, to avoid it blowing over him in the wind, has it tied tightly at the bottom to hold it together with a small piece of red ribbon.

Skin Colour: Caucasian at first glance however it is a shade paler which is fairly sensitive to change in heat (for a lengthly amount of time, not after just a few minutes)

Attire:
Boots: Dark brown leather adventurer boots, the tops are loose and are generally comfy and suited to handle most forms of terrain, they have flexibility for agile manouvers and toughness to handle even jagged rocks.

Trousers: Dark green trousers which are ever so slightly baggy, they comfily fit within the boots and can preserve heat quite well, being a must in the mountain regions.

Shirt: A light blue shirt with long sleeves, it is fairly tight and has white stripes going down the shirt, 1cm apart. The cuffs are cleanly white with small golden decoration across the ends.

Jacket: A light brown buttonless open jacket, it is sleeveless and is designed both for warmth and defense, wrapped in soft fur on both the front and back makes it gentle to the touch. Almost new in appearance and covers the torso from top to bottom and slightly covers the neck.

Hat: A musketeer style hat with a red feather through the top, mostly worn for show or to mask his face from view. The hat itself is black in colour and fits snugly on his head.

Personality: A man who swears unflinching loyalty to the prince of his country. Always willing to risk his life to save that of the prince's, this can often lead one to believe that he is a full-duty, workaholic who does not engage in any 'fun'. However this is far from true, though he does swear loyalty, during time to himself he can be charismatic among his friends. Due to his looks he can often gain female interest however he is not one to fall into such traps, choosing to find one he can give his life to, someone he truly loves without a shadow of a doubt and one he could keep from harm and become her sword and shield. However he does not go to find such a love, for his duty is what currently matters most to him.


History:

In regards to History, are we just going to fill out the events up to now? Since I vaguely recall the secret parts in my head and wasn't sure if we were going to have anything shown publicly regarding Solstice, Jacel and The Prince characters.
 
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Ahahahaha! Last Tsurugi! Isnt Bufudyne from Megami Tensei?

and from my memory, i think its one elemnt each.
 
That's what I was thinking when I saw Bufudyne xD

Also, since I can't remember that well...

In regards to Light Shrines, since The Prince and myself are both Light Weilders will we both get an 'upgrade' of sorts at the same time?

/hopes I didn't miss it explained in the first post :mokken:
 
Hm? One player per element? I think I'll await a response from Lindsey before deciding my next course of action. Otherwise, instead of using Unity Ilf, I'll get down to creating a character for this role play.
 
what i meant was one perswon can only have one element and not multiple. Thats from memory, so yea, wait for Lindsay. Id be in a predicament if only one character can have that element, as my character is wind and so is Leader's one.
 
Name: Prince Talistis Balinar (Talis)

Age: 18

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Master Swordsman

Position: Prince of Crystair

Element: Light

Starting Ability: Converse. (??)

Weapon: Gabriel and Raphael two swords infused with light magic. Talis keeps them at his belt at all times, and beside his bed when he sleeps. They are quite long, intricately made rapiers, with the royal vrest on the hilt. Wickedly sharp, they can cut through flesh and dispel moderate darkness with ease. They are also able to absorb light energy to become temporarily stronger. However, the Prince usually only uses one in battle at a time. Both rapiers glow with a silver light when first drawn from their sheathes

Physical Description: Standing at five foot seven, Talis is slightly below average height, with a slender, although wiry and toned build. He has long legs but a short torso, and with the combination of this, his slender form, and quite pale skin, Talis can often be mistaken as underweight.

The Prince, unlike most royalty or nobility, has not allowed himself to become too complacent or spoiled during his upbringing. Unlike the round, fat face of most royalty, Talis has a thin, angular face, framed by thick, tousled ebony black hair and enchanting almond shaped green eyes. He has a voice that is neither particularly deep or high, though it becomes the latter in times of stress or battle.

Unlike Solstice, Talis prefers the company of clothes. In warm climates, he wears a short sleeved white shirt/t-shirt and thin grey trousers. In colder climates he will wear a black, long-sleeved, though smooth jumper and thick trousers.

In battle, Talis wears thin silver armour that allows him to breathe easily, and also allow acrobatic stunts and evasive maneuvers. He wears gauntlets and leg protectors, but abstains from a helmet. The royal crest is emblazoned on his armour and he rides into battle on a white horse to provide morale.

Personality: Before the Tyrant seized Crystair's throne, Talis was a compassionate boy, capable of showing mercy and finding peaceful solutions to many confrontations. He was often seen to become involved in legal matters, and was known throughout Crystair as: "The Compassionate Prince," and was expected to take over the Throne after the King and Queen's reigns came to an end.

However, there is no telling how the death of his parents and the seizing of his rightful place on the throne will do to him. he has often looked forward to becoming King, and was always close to his parents. now that he is completely out of his comfort zone and on the run from the Tyrant and his army, it is unknown whether he will lose the kind streak that made him so adored in Crystair.

One thing is for certain however. Talis retains one royal stereotype: stubborness. Although it rarely happens, when the Prince digs his heels in, it takes a miracle to change his mind (or Solstice to drag him away, kicking and struggling) Talis can often be seen as spoilt in the rare times this happens, and is not open to negotiation.

Also, Talis is incredibly virtuous and moral, and can often be seen as rash and impulsive in his desire to uphold the greater good. This can often land him and Solstice in trouble, and he looks back on these times of unpredicability with shame and remorse. However, it is only a matter of time before one of these moments happen again.

Talis respects the Commander and shares a strong bond with Solstice, feeling that she was the only one who saw him as anything other than the future King. Although he has no strong feelings for her, Talis has not really considered the matter, and if he did, there's no telling what he would come up with.

History: Born into the Royal Family, he was trained to take over as King for when his parents' reign ended. He was immersed in court dinners, legal dramas, and other such royal matters from the age of eight onwards. however, after seeing the soldiers training in the castle grounds, he asked to train in swordsmanship. The training of a Prince in the ways of war at that age was unheard of, and the fact that he wanted to use a rapier, rather than a more masculine weapon such as a Katana, axe or mace increased the controversy among his people.

However, he soon proved the naysayers wrong when a natural talent for swordsmanship emerged. From the age of ten, The Prince trained and trained, and within four years he was a master in the ways of the sword.

It was during these four years of training that he met Solstice. Her black/silver wings unnerved him at first, although he soon grew to respect and befriend the Winged One and her adoptive brother, the Commander. They were his one true friends as he continued his training, both in the sword and in royalty.

However, when the Tyrant and his Dark General finally attacked, the Prince was forced to put his swordsmanship to the test at last, and fought his way to the Throne room with Solstice and the Commander, but it was too late. His mother and father were dead. As Solstice held back the Dark soldiers with her powerful skills, the three were forced to retreat.
 
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Kevin - Accepted
Sean - Accepted
Lee - Accepted
Tipsy - Accepted
Damon - Accepted
Diar - Accepted


It's one element per character. The only elements that aren't open to others are Light and Darkness. I'm picky I know but seeing as you can increase your spells in your element and stuff along the way... XD

Also, Sean, non-main characters will prove to me just as vital as those in the history. =3
 
(y) Thanks very much Vikki, much appreciated and all.

Hope to see this one live this time, apparently it didn't before =(
 
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