Final fantasy V based rp

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Here is a Final fantasy V based rp forum. The plot is that a necromancer went through years of study to obtain the power of the void. Upon her succession, she was engulfed by the Void and overthrew the balance to fulfill her deepest desires. She made several monsters in her own image and wanted to overthrow all the kingdoms in her land of origin. The four crystals awoke to confront this menace and called for all heroes to combat this threat. These are their stories.

Jobs and job descriptions + abilities: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Final_Fantasy_V_Jobs FFV
FFTA [URL]http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Final_Fantasy_Tactics_Advance_Jobs Bio Format: Name: Age: Race: (Can...! 11. 1 paragraph minimum 3 paragraph maximum

 

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All bios

Name: Modest Sigurd
Age: 19
Race: Selkie
Job 1: Dragoon
Job 2: Gladiator
Appearance:
Height: 6'1
Weight: 198
Garb(clothes):A turban and mask covering his shameful face and clad in a robe
Pic:

Personality(5 sentences minimum.): A person ashamed of his past who wanders for a purpose. At first was eager, youthful and naive but as time went on he grew to hate himself and what he had done. He now fights for a better cause though often cold and serious he has the ability to care and empathize. He wants only to make up for his sins and to not harm the innocent. His belief in death being his rapture and repentance he fights till he dies.
Backstory(1 six sentence paragraph minimum): A young boy who was orphaned at a young age Was taken in by a local Arena and raised to be a Gladiator. He had this passion for fighting and did not wear his mask, for he was too proud to hide his face. Later in life a new judge was anointed, this started disappearances in the number of fighters. Most of these fighters lost to him, this "coincidence" he found out was that the new judge was sending all the defeated to their death. to his shame he threw away his gladiator garb and became a new profession where nobody lays their eyes on his shame, his mugshot, his real face. To this day he bares the title, Dragoon.
Roleplay sample(minimum two 5 sentence paragraphs *can be not based on this rp, can be based on an old post or one made on the spot, just make sure it is YOUR POST not someone else's):"Emile Cidson, at your service mademoiselle." he said bowing but still keeping eye contact. "Now how shall we start? count of three?" he asked sheathing his weapon and preparing to move out of the way if she is trying a quick raw strike but being subtle as not to arise suspicion. "Ready?" he was itching to start and already analyzed her. Being a magic user she'd be vulnerable to his physical speed but he must stay close in order for this to work. This was his chance to experience a mage at their strongest.
He glared and reversed polarity and spun against the current flow of energy of the remaining shockwave and reabsorbed it into his blade and shot it at what appeared to be a large fire ball. He leaps into the air as one fireball chased him , he angled the arch of his vertical swing so that the shockwave would dispose of the large fireball, aim at her, and push him higher into the sky away from harm as he landed on a branch and leaps from tree to tree stealthy running around her, hiding him as he stopped for a bit and drained energy from the trees around him using drain healing him some and continued running preparing for a massive barrage.

 

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User: irnstead
Name: Dominique
Age: 24
Race: Bangaa(Never played before and they look Epic xD)
Job 1: your new class(if you were something before)dragoon
Job 2: your origin/class you knew(the ability you knew better)Warrior
Appearance: He actually has a darker colored scales leading him to more of a dark brown shade. His top skin color is a dark black, with green eyes.
Height: 5 foot 7"
Weight: 150Lb
Garb(clothes): He has a large robe that covers his back as he is leaning more to the mage but besides that he wears a dark navy colored T-shirt, with some designs on them. Dark black jeans and usually white tennis shoes.
Pic(if you have one) Nope don't have one
Personality(5 sentences minimum.): Dominique tends to be a bit hasty, when he wants to get something done then he will get it done no matter how hard things get. He can be described as unforgiving, but still has some compassion to members on his team. When his life is in danger he tends to hide behind walls in order to regain his position before going back out to finish the job. He has never felt shy to anyone really and he is actually afraid to his emotions to random people since most people will tend to think of him as a loser and not capable of putting up a fight. He can be semi resentful just for other people.
Backstory(1 six sentence paragraph minimum): Growing up he has always been mocked for the way he looks and for the way he acts, so he has begun training to keep him from getting beat up. His father offered to help him train using his hands and or other weapons. After about 6 years of training his father decided it was not safe to keep his son around the rest of his family so he took him somewhere and left him there for the rest of his life. He met up with a group of people that actually decided to get close to him and make friends but later betrayed him leaving him in serious conditioned until a young lady came to pick him up and take him home. He has been healing with this lady and he has also shown his thanks to the lady for giving him good hospitality.
Roleplay sample:

The sound of a large truck traveling down the long street was matched with the moaning sounds of the undead. Dominique ran over quite a few of them making the road quite bumpy and hard to sit in the seat even with a seat belt on. The road was covered in blood and tire tracks from other people that have tried to get away and cars were parked on the side of the road and that was a sign of people that did not try or chose to opt out.
"Mom where exactly are we going I am getting hungry" The young girl Cassandra asked in a quiet voice.
" We are not sure where we are going honey, we are just trying to find a place where we can hold out and fortify to make our lives start again" Her mother responded to her before handing her some cheetos from a bag.

They had actually driven for about 25 Minutes on Highway 95 which lead them up to Fort Lauderdale, a neighboring big city also separated into downtown and Midtown. Most of the buildings have obviously been looted, some were even still on fire from Molotov's being thrown and flame throwers being used to hold back the undead. "Wow looks like Fort Lauderdale did not even stand a chance, it looked like it was made to fall" Marcus said to the family in a quiet husky voice." Ya all the buildings are just empty not a single movement other than the dead people" Karina said before a horde of zombies grabbed their hands onto the truck as Dominique started to speed up releasing them from their grip.

They were shocked by what they had just witnessed zombies were fierce and even continued to follow them, even after they thought they had lost them. Zombies were natural born predators, they don't really think, but some systems are said to work even after they are reborn. "How far till we get to Orlando because that's one of the biggest cities in Florida and we are gonna have a hard time getting through" Marcus asked Dominique. "Orland is about another two and a half hours away. Everyone kind of made a sigh sound as if they were bored, but also like they wanted to get to a small state as quick as possible or even just find a building that could be held off until the infection flew over.

It started to get really dark, and being i n the dark was the least safest thing to do. "Maybe we could go over there" Karina said pointing towards an old run down Target that would make the perfect spot to just sit and wait out the night. They parked up close to the front door so if anything happened they could make a mad dash for the car. And they wondered inside. They split up with Cassandra by Dominique and Marcus, and Karina on their own. Karina walked over towards the food section as a creepy sound came behind her it was the sound of moaning. She quickly looked behind her to see a large zombie with blood and holes all over it grabbing her and pushing her down.

"Ahhh help me!" Karina screamed out as she tried to hold of the large creature that was no longer a regular person. She kept her hands on the shoulders hoping not to get to close to the mouth so she would not get bit. She felt relieve when she heard a gunshot go right through the zombies head. The zombie is decaying at a rapid rate since all functions of life had finally stopped. ​

 

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User:SephiVA
Name: Jessica Celenaril Telyaiel
Age: Twenty-three (23)
Race: Human
Job 1: Red Mage
Job 2: Ranger
Appearance: Pail white skin, black lip-stick, Long black hair, medium in build, with some muscle-tone. Dark Blue eyes. Wears a black shirt with a v-neck with a black leather military vest over it and likes to carry a longsword which she uses as a caster for her element at times as well. She also has a quiver full of arrows and a longbow on her back. She wears black pants and black military boots. Has a knapsack she keeps attached to her side with all of her personal belongings, as she travels light. She goes commando under her clothing and wears her favorite Red Mage hat.
Height: 6 foot 1
Weight: 155
Garb(clothes):
Pic(if you have one):

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Personality(5 sentences minimum.): Strong willed and independent, she has a truly kind heart and doesn't want to hurt anybody unless she has to. She occasionally has nightmares over people she's had to kill during her job. She wants to make friends and gives off the impression of someone naive, but she's actually much wiser than she lets on, even if she's prone to making small mistakes from time to time. She wishes to go on an adventure to see the world. She greatly loves being outdoors and loves nature, but also doesn't agree with Vegetarians at all either, as she hates vegetables. She likes eating meat in fact, as its her favorite food. She's not picky about what animal meat she eats either, as she loves eating meat in general. She loves a good non-lethal fight, and is very outgoing and social, but prefers to keep her identity as "Nasheem Ginomai Mega Lalaipsi" a secret for fear of her own personal safety, thus she takes jobs under her real name.
Backstory: She was born in her original homevillage of Raphmire during summer solstice. Her parents considered her good fortune, as she not only was born during a happy time, but almost didn't make it. She was deemed a miracle baby. In spite of this, she was a child with a very strong will, who didn't want people to look down upon her as weak just because she was smaller than everyone else. However, this wasn't even half of her problems as she grew up in a place where most people were poor and could barely afford to put food on the table. This was due to a recent battle which had left the land in poverty before she was even born. Many had died from this as well, meaning everyone was often depressed. The most ironic part is the story goes that Raphmire was once quite wealthy, but that was long before she was born.

Still, everyone's attitude left her in a rather sad mood often, as people around her often were sad and she felt empathy for their pain. She did however, have a friend. His name was Timot. Tim was a silly boy who believed someday he'd become a hero and save their land from its own anguish. His optimistic attitude was almost naive to her, and for a ten year old she was rather cynical at the time. But she loved to hear his sweet talks of greatness, and grew to believe someday he really would fulfill his promise.


Then bandits hit the town when she was 12, and among those killed during the raid was Tim, whom she'd grown to fall in love with. In fact, she'd even once thought they might marry someday. Their little town would survive, and luckily no one else she knew closely was harmed, but his death was all it took to break her. She lay in bed all day for weeks, crying and never leaving her room. Her parents eventually realized what they must do. So they took what savings they'd prepared for emergencies, and headed for the land of Jachol . It was a place referred to as the "Land of Dreams". People who'd wanted to persue their dreams often went there to escape from places they'd rather not live. It sounded like the perfect place to live with one exception: it was far away.


Still, they journeyed to the place as a family. Day three of their journey her father came down with an illness and was sick. They stayed by his side, unsure of what to do as the nearest town was too far. By night of the next day, he was dead. But with his dying breath his last words were,"Even when I leave this world, I will always watch over you..because you're daddies little girl, and I love you." He'd kissed her forehead and then passed on. She'd had to learn to be strong, not just for her sake, but for her mother's sake as well.


That was when disaster struck. They were attacked by bandits, but that wasn't the worst part. They didn't harm her or her mother..instead they were violently ripped apart by Jessica. Not intentionally mind you, it was on complete accident, as she first used her Vestrus. The attack was so violent and gruesome that the sole survivor would go on to spread the word throughout bandits that she was the "Nasheem Ginomai Mega Lalaipsi". Which roughly translated to "Woman that caused the mysterious megastorm." When Jessica asked they not speak of what happened again, her mother agreed.


About a month from when the journey had started, they reached Raphmire, and it was exactly what she had hoped for. The buildings were massive with a green-glossy color scheme. It was extremely clear that each building was built by people who loved their jobs as builders, and it was clear in the fact that even though all the buildings were green, no two buildings were exactly the same. This, coulped with the amount of people who liked to move to Jachol meant a wide variety of buildings from different cultures and backgrounds. It was also actually quite common for wind users to journey to Jachol and compete, so the way they'd compete was a place they called the "birds nest" which was a many stories tall building where the goal was whomever could reach the top of the main room inside the soonest was the winner.




Everyone was very friendly and happy. It was a very social environment in stark contrast to Jariahville, which was quiet and closed off. She discovered many things in the years that followed. For one thing, she discovered she was very talkative and social herself. Also, on the year of her 16th birthday, she hit a rapid series of growth spurts. She went from being the short girl, to being the tall girl that year. She'd gone from five foot two to five foot eleven in a year! She still continued to grow in the years that followed, but much slower than previously, until finally reaching her six foot one height and stopped growing from there.


She'd often journey outside of town to practice her Wind abilities in conjunction with her archery to hunt for food. Sometimes she even competed in the "Birds Nest".


However, her most favorite hobby was to sword fight with the men. She never won however, which greatly frustrated her as she considered herself a swordsman, whether she was female or not. It also didn't help that her girlfriend Jasmine, while a great lover, was more of the girly type. This meant they didn't often relate to her swordsman woes. Still, Jessica was much better with the bow and arrows, and always had them nearby just as often as her longsword, knowing they'd all come in handy someday.


As the years went by she began to realize her real dream. It was nothing Jachol could provide. Going outside of town each time for hunting or whatever other reasons, she felt more alive than when she ever stayed within the confines of Raphmire. That's when she realized, what she really wanted, was to go out on an adventure and see the world.


She also greatly wanted to make new friends, as her male friends had all left the town a long time ago. Jasmine and her had also broken up a long time ago, which also left a certain awkward air around the area. She definitely had no interest finding love with males nor females at present. No, she just wanted to make new friends as she went on an adventure outside of Raphmire.


That's what she did as she made her way to a guild full of jobs. Most of them were bounties, which she did collect a few and made some good money off of them. This actually made her quite happy, as she needed a way to pay for food and the like as she wandered from place to place trying to experience an adventure. Still, the people were easier than the prices would've lead her to believe and even that money was eventually spent.


This greatly bored her. But there was once one mission that was..different. She'd journeyed to the top of a huge mountain, hoping to find her latest bounty. She'd assumed another no name. She was wrong. The first thing that greeted her was bandits. Alot of them. Enough to be considered a small army. They apparently knew who she was, because they called her "Nasheem Ginomai Mega Lalaipsi". They all attacked her at once and after a grueling and very tiring battle, she'd beaten all of them by herself. However, she was now exhausted.







Roleplay sample(minimum two 5 sentence paragraphs *can be not based on this rp, can be based on an old post or one made on the spot, just make sure it is YOUR POST not someone else's)James Mason is in the passanger seat of his brother Tim's truck. They're driving along the high way. James has the window down letting the wind hit his face. Tim jokes,"Could you roll the window up Jim, the wind flowin in ur hair n stuff makes you look like a pansy ass. " James sighs and says,"Fuck you Tim, I like the wind hitting my face." Tim smirks,"queer." James,"Takes one to know one." Tim makes a kiss noise,"Love you too...and did you just admit to bein a queer?" James,"No I did not!" Tim,"suuuure....OH LOOK ZOMBIES!" Their truck pulled up next to the freeway, and under it were a bunch of highly-rotted, slow moving basic zombies. James laughs,"Look's like a bunch of slow ones, this could be our lucky day!"As Tim and James got out of the truck they saw a zombie headed their way! James sighed," A tank. Of all things, a tank. I'll shut up next time!" he pulls out his guns and fires at the tank while strafing. The hot heat of florida means he's already sweating down his brow as his legs nove with precision. James remarked,"Tim, not to rush you or anything...but I think I need bigger guns!!!"

James was already thinking about how much he wished he had better firearms, when suddenly he saw a man throw some sort of goop onto the Tank. James said," Got awfully recklessly close didn't you?..hmph. Boomer Bile. I forgot about that stuff. Don't think that'll stop a tank for very long though, common infected aren't really what you'd call a match for a Tank... at least I wouldn't think so." The tank roared. James sighed," Not much time to question it, Tim, what say you?"

 

[Ironman]

ame: Stephen Hownam
Age: 21
Race: Human
Job 1: Monk
Appearance:
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 250 Lbs
Garb: Black Combat trousers and a Hard leather Vest with Black military boots as footwear.
Pic:

(No mask, with short brown styled hair)

Personality: Stephen is a cold and closed off person, he fights for himself. Not being the kind of person to help others, Stephen will do anything he needs to in order to survive. Stephen doesn't see himself as a villain, nor does he claim to be a hero, so If the World is threatened and Stephen can help, the only reason he would do so is to prevent his own death. A Fighter by nature, Stephen thrives in battle. Stephen is a very calculating fighter, replacing rage in battle for focus, planning his attacks to inflict damage with minimal Effort.

Backstory: The Eldest Son of a fisherman, Stephen spent half of his life on a boat in the middle of the ocean, and the other half in fights. Stephen always had a problem with somebody and thus never ended in fights, the shear size of him, although intimidating wasn't planned, Stephen's size is a mystery to him as he has never lifted weights or done any physical training. he Spent a couple of years in a monestary, where he was taught the ways of the monk, but they realized that Stephen's Soul had darkness in it, so he was expelled. returning to his village he discovered it had been Destroyed. Natural Disaster, or so it seemed anyway. Stephen vowed at this time, to never love anything again, it was at this point the darkness in his heart grew, annd Stephen Chose a solitary lifestyle. He has been traveling the world ever since.

Roleplay sample: Stephen stood panting heavily, in front of him stood a Lamia, Dagger in hand and a glare on it's face, behind Stephen was a buremacian knight, clutching his chest, the man was bleeding, because of the Lamia, it had caught him off guard and taken to killing him, something that Stephen had prevented and so had become the Target of the Lamia.

Stephen smirked as his foe charged and he unleashed a Fira spell directly into the Lamia, causing it to screech in pain and unleash a heavy Arcing slash at Stephen that he ducked under and moved closer to the Beast, unleashing a combo of three punches, finishing with an uppercut the Lamia fell to the floor, withered and died.

Stephen then turned and bolted over to the Knight "Can you Stand?" he asked "not on my own" the knight replied then i shall help you" Stephen announced as he helped the knight to his feet and Carried the man towards the Exit of the Grotto, "thank you kind monk, i was unaware your kind were allowed to use magic" the Knight asked Stephen "Well im no a monk, Im a mage" Stephen informed him "i was just taught to throw punches by the monks, they didn't like my abilities" Stephen explained as the reached the Exit "the journey over the plain shall be a long one kind sir" the knight announced to which Stephen smiled "I have time" Stephen explained before kicking the door open and heading out.

Stephen carried the man across the plain for an hour, that seemed longer, before the knight required to rest. Sitting the knight on a rock Stephen crouched next to the man "I shall take you to your people, there you can get medical treatment, if you have a family, think about them to keep yourself strong, and Drink this potion, it will help with your wounds." Stephen informed the knight handing him a potion that the knight then gulped down rapidly.

"thank you sir, you are a good man, many would have left me to the Lamia" the knight said "well, I'm searching for Redemption" Stephen informed the man