The Faded Star Erihu

[Obliviongirl13]

Story Line:

It was the night that the brightest star had faded, Her light had blinked out and the darkness had fallen over the land. The star was called Erihu and it was actually a maiden that would visit during the day from time to time, granting wishes to others of pure heart. But she can not refuse a wish no matter who it is from. Every time she came to earth, the greedy lord would find her and steal her away and he would covet her till night had come. She knew that this would continue and she made a pact with three women she had helped before. Erihu told the women that they were to bear children, and that the children would be blessed with the powers of the star. And that they were to return to the Heavenly Tree that would appear and they were to combine all their powers to defeat the King and bring order back to this new world of chaos.

The day came and she had finally gotten tired of running and hiding from the King and she had transformed herself into a tree. Sadly, the King had found this out and he ordered the tree to be chopped down. Inside the middle of the tree there were three stones.

The Midnight Jewel
The Dawn Jewel
And the Twilight Jewel

As the tree lay dieing, the spirit of the star rose up and cursed the greedy King, threatening him with her return and her vengeance. As she faded back up into the sky, the king reached to grab the Jewels, but they faded and were lost.

This angered the king and he sought to find the jewels because they hold similar abilities to the Star, three distinct Heavenly Powers. As the King searched the land, he became a very powerful Dark Lord who stole commoners magic abilities becoming more and more power hungry. As he got more and more angered at the fact that he could not find the stones, he told everyone that if their child showed signs of any abilities, that they are to be brought to Hanu Dumnir, which is his castle to the far north. Little did he know, there were three children that were born that have the stones beating deep inside them. If the children are separated from their stones, they die.

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Rules: Because No one Ever reads my rules

1. Do not post your Character Profile Until you have been approved by me.
PM Me your Bio's First! Before Posting!

2. No God-moding. No Unlimited amounts of power

3. There will be a Minimum of One paragraph Per post. A paragraph is about 5-6 well written lines.

4. Minimal Swearing in Posts Please, You can use other words do describe anger or being annoyed.

5. Romance is Allowed, but Nothing over Like Pg13 guys. >> I know all you people and your hormone levels.

6. First come first serve guys, and If I don't like your Bio, Then don't get angry at me if I don't approve your bio.

7. All of the Girls, which are the keepers do not know they have the shards in them, But they have two abilities each. That are similiar to their shards, example of Dawn shard gets fire, and Light. Twilight shard gets Earth and wind, and the Midnight shard would get an Water/Ice and dark.

8. Each girl has a male guardian, and a mentor, Someone who takes her off to see the world so that she can never be found. They know what the girls are and they were told by their parents when they turned 17, that they need to leave home and go see the world.

9. We won't start till every position is filled.

10. This is set in an ancient sort of time era, but it is not "Earth" its more like another Planet Idea. So I will think of different towns.

11. This is Subject to change so there might be more rules. Please Check back.

Character Slots:

Midnight Keeper: Myself
Twilight Keeper: Darkness princess
Dawn Keeper: Kingdomwolfblade
*By the Way, All of the Keepers Are Girls...*

Midnights Guardian: acolyteofmisery
Twilights Guardian: Dawning Kensei
Dawns Guardian: JakeH

King/Lord: The Blackest Night
The King's Second in Command: Ultima Keyblade


Character Design Bios:

For the Girls:
Name:
Age:
Sex: (Female)
Appearance: (I'd rather you Type it than Post a picture.)
Clothing:
Abilities:
Position: (What keeper you are)
Weapon of Choice: (No guns, or super weapons.)
Personality:
Biography:


For the Guardians:

Name:
Age:
Sex: (Male)
Appearance:
Clothing:
Weapon of Choice: (No guns, or super weapons. And sorry guys you have no magical abilities. If you want small ones like healing abilities, we'll talk)
Position: (Guardian? Kinda Self Explanatory.. lol)
Personality:
Biography:


For the "Evil" People:

Name:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Abilities:
Weapon of Choice: (Same as before)
Position: (Second in command, or Lord)
Personality:
Biography:

 

[Tyler Durden]

Twilightkeeper, please?

I'll PM you my template tomorrow. It will be a doozy, I can tell you that much.

 

[Obliviongirl13]

Name: Serihilde (Sir Hill' De)

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Appearance: Serihilde is a beautiful attractive young woman, with gorgeous features. She has long black hair that stops around the middle of her back, that is thin and sleek. Serihilde has a slender oval face with Bright blue/grey eyes and large beautiful black eyelashes. Her skin is soft and supple, and is as pale as the moonlight. She is also endowed with large lips and a small beautiful nose. She stands about 5'1" and she has a very slender small body. She has a large chest and has an exquisitely well curved body.

Clothing: She wears mostly light blues or blacks. But her outfit is a black corset with a light blue romantic shirt under it. She wears tight black pants with knee high boots that are laced and have belts that she made herself around them. She also has a coat that goes down to the back of her knees and stops there.

Abilities: She has the power to control the darkness that surrounds her, and manipulate it to her will. She can bend the water beautifully and any way that she wants. She can also control the frozen water (Ice).

Position: Midnight Keeper

Weapon of Choice: Her father made her two blades that follow her forearm and are attached to her arms by leather straps.

Personality: She is shy and quiet and doesn't actually talk much. But she likes to draw and read books. She is strong willed by nature and has a sensual side. Serihilde can be sharp tongued by nature and very stern at times.

Biography: She was raised as an only child and has always loved the night. She was born on a full moon, one night in the middle of winter. Her mother and father knew who she was from her birth, and they tried their very hardest to keep her a secret. Ever since she was little, she was a very curious girl. Always going off and exploring and getting into trouble. Falling in love with the night, she stayed almost all of the time, sleeping into the early morning and getting up in the afternoon. But she learned from reading and watching how the people act around her.

She learned how to use her arm weapons from her father, because he wanted her to be able to defend herself. She also learned from an elder in the town how to move fluidly like a showing acrobatic. Being very flexible, she can move with the stealth of a cat and as quietly as a mouse.

When she turned 15, she noticed that something was odd about herself. When she was swimming one day, she went out too deep and started to drown. But she moved the water away from her enough using her hands and her ability to move the water and make it shallow enough for her to walk. Her friends ran away and never spoke to her again. Fearing that she might be found by the dark lord himself and killed.

Her mother and father didn't know what to do at first, so they went to the elder of the tribe. She told them that she was a star child, and she had the gift of Erihu. She was able to bend water, ice and the darkness, and she was to learn her abilities fast. When the elder left for a few moments, she returned with a small book that dated back just a year before Serihilde was born. The book described what the Star said and how she was to manifest the strength to master her abilities.

She has never really fallen for any man, she has always kept herself guarded because she tends to be very shy. She doesn't trust too many people and she can tend to get angry very quickly. But she's a fighter none the less and always looking out for those shes loves.

 

[kingdomwolfblade]

[approved by oblivion]

Name: Aleta Faw

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Appearance: Aleta is a beauty in her own way with her fiery red hair that tumbles well past her shoulders in tight curls. If it weren’t for the scarf she wore in her hair and the twine that held it up in a high ponytail, it would get in her way. With her hair held up her graceful neck is easily visible and it just adds to the length of her body. Aleta was blessed with curves and height; she reaches around 5’6” with her legs making up most of it, but not with a chest. Though she doesn’t mind, a chest would just get in the way anyways.

Though for being out in the sun most of her life, Aleta barely tans. The tan only tints her skin slightly while most of her caravan is very dark. You see, her mother was adopted into the caravan and she wasn’t gypsy born and Aleta took on most of her traits including her green eyes. Her hands and feet are toughened from her work unlike the ladies of importance whose skin is very smooth. Of course, they aren’t dealing with horses and walking around barefoot on rocks so that’s to be expected.

Marring her appearance would be scars from accidents such as being dragged across rocks by horses these are mostly on her legs though and her hidden by her clothing. The only visible scar she has is on her upper arm where a rope got stuck around it and a horse took off in fright. The rope left a burn and it scarred. She isn’t afraid to hide it though.

Clothing: Aleta wears a long skirt down to her ankles and no shoes on her feet. She would rather feel the earth between her toes then leather. The skirt is of double layered loose mismatched scraps of material. It’s one of a kind, no skirt in the caravan looks the same. It’s quite colorful and a simple twirl will lift it up to her knees or so in a graceful motion. She wears a see through white top with sleeves that stop just above her elbow and it ends on her stomach just above her naval showing off her flat stomach. The neckline is off the shoulder in a graceful arc and a halter-top corset made of leather makes sure that she is decently covered in that area. This just happens to be summer attire though they try and stay where the weather is moderate they have winter clothes if necessary. Yes, Aleta knows that these clothes aren’t the best for working with horses.

Abilities: Fire and Light though she still isn’t very good with them.

Position: The Shard of Dawn

Weapon of Choice: A simple kick to the pelvis or a punch to the nose will suffice for her. Otherwise, she’s not much of a fighter.

Personality: Aleta is a strong girl and isn’t one to give up but she doesn’t like to fight either. She would rather be a peacekeeper. But Aleta does know when to be tough with someone and when she can let up. She’s hardly ever seen without a smile on her face unless she’s angry with someone but she can hold her temper well, just as well as she can hold her drink which she will proudly admit is better then most of the men in her caravan. She has a soft spot for horses and seems to connect with them even if it might take a couple of bumps and bruises along the way. But, Aleta does have her downfalls. She is easily scared she just doesn’t like to admit it and she trusts people far to easily despite being told many times to be careful of who she trusts.

Biography: Aleta was born and raised in a caravan of gypsies who specialized in horses. Most of them weren’t owned legally, though they’re not about to admit that, but some of them were. Her mother was an outsider and her father was the leader of that caravan. Aleta grew up on horseback and thus, is a natural at riding. (Though falls are just part of the job, just look at how many knew bruises she has after a days work) They never knew what she was and she never knew what she was. They just thought her simple gift with light and fire was just that, simple. So she considers everyone in the caravan as her family and they would never turn her in just for showing magical abilities.

That’s not to say some other greedy person wouldn’t. Another caravan joined them not to long ago and when they realized that Aleta had a gift they took her captive in the night before any of her caravan could wake up and were gone before dawn the next morning. They plan to turn her in to the King with high hopes for profit.

 

[Obliviongirl13]

Oye, I need a guardian. T_T And I need more people to join. Just make sure you read the rules... >>

 

[Acolyteofmisery]

(approved by Oblivion)

Name: Khezef (ke-zef)

Age: 22

Sex: (Male)

Appearance: Khezef is a handsome young man. his body is lithe and slender though well muscled. Standing 6' tall. He has Silver hair, parted down the middle, going down to shoulder length. Bright green eyes. Slightly tanned but still pale compared to others. His skin is soft, other than his hands, his hands are worn from using sword and bow.

Clothing:Basically the typical light armor set, A leather Tunic, Pants, greaves, Shin guards the works. Typical Archer or light armor set. This armor has been dyed black.

Weapon of Choice: Bow and arrows. Also a short sword for close combat.

Position: (Guardian? Kinda Self Explanatory.. lol)

Personality: He is quiet and reserved, with an air of wisdom about him. He doesn't tend to make friends easily, but if he does he'll protect you with every fiber of his being. He'll typicallyl not fight unless threatened or someone he cares about is threatened.

Biography: Born and raised on a small farm, he had a twin sister, she died when they were 14 from a bandit raid on their farm. Them two having been very close her death was devastating to him, never really recovering from her death made him more insecure and cautious, not really getting that attached to anyone for fear of losing them. After her death he vowed to himself to get stronger and to take up archery and sword to protect everyone else so that they didn't befall the same fate as his sister. When he turned 17 he left the farm to go out adventuring and to find the bandits that killed his sister. On his adventures he decided to one day visit an old family friend living in a neighboring town. knowing the daughter from past visits with his parents her father explained who and what she was, and asked him if he would take her away so that she wouldn't be found. Being fond of the girl and being a family friend he accepted to be her guardian.

 

[Obliviongirl13]

Alright guys, once everyone post's their templates we can actually start, So we need one more girl and then Oh my Goodness, We can rpg like old times. ^_^

 

[kingdomwolfblade]

I'm excited. =O RPGin' like old times. xD

 

[Obliviongirl13]

Ooc: Well, my Twilight keeper will get me her template tomorrow morning, So I'm holding it to her, I just wanted to let you guys know a little bit more. The girls have not met yet, but they will meet and know each other because they can see the shards inside the others bodies. The romance aspect is up to you guys, but you all should know my rules by now. ^_^ So I have Five people that need to post bio's and I'll start probably tomorrow morning, no rush guys. ^_^

 

[Acolyteofmisery]

Ooc: i'm off for the night, i'll talk to you all tomorow. Hopefully by then we'll have a Twilight keeper.

 

[Tyler Durden]

Approved by oblivion


Name: Sayenth Adnrod

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Appearance: He fills out his attire quite nicely, and his muscles are corded and well honed. A life with his sword has made him lean, and there is a small scar on his left hand from a sparring match.

His eyes are the color of the forest- brown with hints of green. His hair is cut so that it is just short of falling into his eyes, but is often pulled back into a ponytail. With features that could be considered handsome by some and average by others, he doesn’t really stick out in a crowd.

Clothing: Sayenth is usually seen wearing brown clothing, including breeches, a shirt and a vest. This shirt is a clean white, while the breeches and vest are brown. On top of his mud-brown hair is a hat of almost the same hue, with a red feather stuck through it. His belt is almost always lopsided, as is his hat.

Weapon of Choice: Sayenth usually uses a golden-hilted saber, with a blade that is roughly three feet long. The blade is sharpened on only one edge, and the point can pierce through second class armor, if it needs to. Sayenth also carries a small crossbow with him, in case there are foes with ranged weapons.

He is proficient with most swords and pole arms, as well as bows and crossbows. He abstains from using the ‘brute’ weapons, like axes, hammers, and maces.

Position: Guardian of the Twilight Keeper.

Biography: Born into a family of warriors in a land that warriors were important, Sayenth was treated well; he never went hungry, had plenty of friends, and there were many servants at his beck and call. When he was about fourteen, his people had a terrible streak of misfortune- entire cities were wiped out, and Sayenth’s family was one of the few that escaped alive. When he and his family fled, they left in a wagon with only a few precious possessions; a sword, a signet ring, and a set of armor made of a metal foreign to his homeland.

Meeting with other families that escaped, the Adnrod family cast the deciding vote at a ‘town’ meeting- the people would become wanderers, forever parading across the land. They lived in wagons that were the size of houses, and gathered all their food from the countryside, if there were no traveling merchants to offer supplies. Sayenth continued his weapons training until he was about eighteen, and he became one of the caravan’s guards- one of its’ two.

Right when the people had begun to be happy again, something happened; the girl named (Insert Twilight Keeper’s name here) began to show her powers. After a couple of years, Sayenth took the Oath; he swore to protect her, and take her out to see the world.

[Note that if it is needed. I can and will change the bio]

 

[Darkness Princess]

OOC- Edited to Suit Dawning Kensei's.

Approved by the wonderful Obliviongirl13

Name: Ahlam Hayat

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Appearance: Ahlam is pretty but not necessarily beautiful, she posses this sort of girl-ish prettiness that makes you wonder at her true age, mistaking her for a twelve year old or younger. Her body lacks the curves most women have and she's near flat chested due to the bandages she binds around her breasts. She has dark brown eyes that border black, coppery blonde straight waist length hair and is around 5ft4 in height. When dresses as a guy, the hair is normally tied back in a ponytail that gives her an almost elvish other worldly look that attracts unwanted attention from the girls around her.

Clothing: Ahlam tends to dress as a guy more often then not, dressing in black pants of a coarse material, leather boots and a black loose fitting long sleeved shirt, worn over all of this is a large hooded dark brown cloak.
When she dresses as a girl, she tends to wear sleeveless dresses in shades of blue or in white coupled with a pair of knee length leather boots.
Over either outfit she wears a brown belt of leather that holds up several pouches containing herbs, poisons and her money.

Abilities: The first ability is to control the earth around her, be it to raise the ground slightly or to open a slight gorge for her to fall into. The second ability is to control the wind, be it to whip up a gale or to form a small whirlwind that is able to lift her up, the wind and earth are her elements and what suit her the most.

Position: Twilight Keeper.

Weapon of Choice: A pair of gloves similar to gauntlets in a way that have razor sharp fingers that extend to around 15cm in length, they are normally dipped in poisons that are normally stored in tiny glasses bottles hidden within a pouch by her side.

Personality: Ahlam is a daydreamer who loves to try and shape the world to match her dreams and because of this she tends to get into trouble and at times bring chaos to those around her. She's quick to trust people and cares deeply for those around her even if she doesn't show it when pretending to be a guy. Because of her having to hide her gender at an early age, she's developed two identities, one of her as a guy where she's mischievous, devious and chaotic and as the other as a girl, who's kind and caring and loves all of those around her.

Biography: Ahlam as her name suggests is a dreamer, ever since she was a child she would be found in the woods exploring and talking to the tree and living creatures around her. Her parents being the traveling warriors that they were gave her the chance to explore several different environments because of this, Ahlam took to dressing as a guy to make things more practical for her.

As time passed, Ahlam grew up to be more and more curious, exploring further and further away from her camp, taking the opportunity away as a chance experiment with her powers and to learn more about poisons and herbs which she used in battle. As her powers grew stronger she was paired off with a guardian, a childhood friend of hers whom she trusted with her life. He promised to take her out to explore the world and accompany her on her usual explorations away from the camp.

 

[Obliviongirl13]

I'm wonderful? T_T aww... thank you. ^_^

Umm... Apparently the Coding for the first post got... screwed up and I can't fix it...>>

So We'll start soon, I just need three people to post their templates: *Goes after BN*

 

[Darkness Princess]

I was wondering what went wrong with it. O.O
As I just edited into my first post, shall I change my template to suit Dawning Kensei's?

 

[Obliviongirl13]

yea if it kinda doesn't match. ^_^ (I glance and then I read) >>

 

[Darkness Princess]

Thats nice...
Well, I've edited my template, I hope it fits in now.

 

[Obliviongirl13]

Thats nice...
Well, I've edited my template, I hope it fits in now.

Kidding! Just kidding... >>

Hey, Ultima... can you use your Omg awesome... powers that I think you still have to fix my first post? Idk what I did to it, but I can't fix it.

 

[MosesMohs]

Kidding! Just kidding... >>

Hey, Ultima... can you use your Omg awesome... powers that I think you still have to fix my first post? Idk what I did to it, but I can't fix it.

don't use html. use [ F O N T F A C E = " T H I N G H E R E " ] word [ / F O N T ] for everything.

 

[Blackest Night]

Here's my template. All RP posts will be moved to the thread shortly.

Name: Selocus Aurur

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance and Clothing: Selocus Aurur

Abilities: Selocus has, and always will be, a power hungry beast. As such, he has gathered powers from many different areas of study, all of which combine to make him a fearsome king. Selocus can shape-shift, fire concussive blasts from his hands, teleport short distances, and commune with the dead. He holds the abilities to command lesser animals and basic plant life, and to absorb the information in any book just by laying his hands upon it. Selocus harbors a vast knowledge in the occult arts, ranging from alchemy to divination.

Weapon of Choice: Selocus is skilled in most manners of bladed weapons, yet his preferred weapons are hookswords. With gem encrusted handles, he wields a bright silver pair that glisten like the moon.

Position: Lord.

Personality: Humans tend to possess certain redeeming qualities, traits which, despite their shortcomings, allow the humans to maintain a personality that is not overwhelmingly despicable. Selocus is not among them. He is angry, wrathful, jealous, vain, heartless, cruel, manipulative, destructive, and generally a rather unpleasant fellow. He is not above the faking of sincerity and other such weak emotions in order to acheive his ends, nor is he above running a blade through a child's heart if he just happens to be in that sort of mood. Selocus is an extremely egocentric, believing that he is perpetually right, and everyone who goes so far to disagree with him might as well just fall into a pit of dull spikes repeatedly. It would be far less painful than any form of punishment he could concoct.

Biography: (editing)

 

[Ulti]

Name: Vela Derum
Age: 28
Sex: Female

Appearance: If looks could kill, Vela would not need her weapons. His Lordship had a good taste in women when he picked her as his second-in-command. Twisting raven curls that trickle down her back to her waist pair with her chalky skin. But you are immediately drawn to her eyes. One amber. One sapphire. To stare into the eyes for too long means certain death. On her neck is a cerulean marking that curves around her entire neck. A gift from the Lord himself.

Clothing: It is a rule for all of his Lordship’s men to wear nothing but the finest articles of clothing around. Vela is no exception. Around his Lordship’s presence, she wears casual clothing. A blood red cloak with gold edges covers her entire body. When open, there is a white shirt with a frilled collar and silky black pants. When her skills are needed in battle, Vela simply adds chain mail and light armor plating to her chest, back, and legs. She leaves her arms uncovered as to not get it caught in her chain weapon.

Abilities: After only a few months of training, Vela learned every dark secret from her master. With a flick of her wrist, she can momentarily blind her foes. But it is more to slowly torture her foes. She does not attack while her foe cannot fight back. Even she has her own honor code.

Weapon of Choice: A lover of blades, it is normal for Vela to surround herself in only the best of the sorts. In most any kind of situation, Vela will unleash her Acerbus Pungo, the blade of a steel sword attached to a chain. This weapon works well in both long-ranged and close-ranged battles. But when it is time for the final blow, Vela always carries a hilt for the blade. She always loved the feel of slitting her foe's throat. Of course, if the foe is stubborn to the end, the poison that the blade is laced with will finish them off slowly. Another favorite death of Vela's.

Position: Second-In-Command of his Lordship
Personality: As her name suggests, Vela is more poisonous than the deadliest of toxins. Not even his Lordship himself could gain her respect. Coming from royalty, Vela expects nothing more than perfection and discipline from her underlings. Anyone that does not fit her expectations is killed on the spot. And this is just the good side of her. Only those foolish enough to invoke her anger are given a punishment worse than any kind of death.

Vela is disgusted by weakness, imperfection, and most of all those who defy his Lordship. It is not that she hates them for disrespecting his Highness. She wouldn't budge if his life was threatened in her presence. The fools would only get in the way of her "plans". But if they were stupid enough to defeat the underlings, this would mean she would be given a chance to fight. If her black heart could love anything, Vela would love the thrill of a fight. Through training and practice from previous years, she is a force to reckon with. As of now, anyone sentenced to Vela's den has never been seen again. Not even their corpses.

To be truthful, there is actually another object of Vela's desires. This is the only living creature that has gained her affections; a rather large lizard-like creature by the name of Arcius. Not much is know about this strange creature. He is the supplier to all of Vela's poisons and seems to have an attitude as deadly as his master's. Of course, she never brings her pet into battles, but he is an excellent way of disposing of the "trash".

Biography: For centuries, there was no one in the land who did not know the Derum name. They were the most powerful royals of their time. Vela was born into the latest of the bloodline. She was the youngest of four and daughter to perhaps the greatest of the Derums. Almost from birth, Vela was trained in the arts of swordplay. As her skills grew, so did her intelligence. In the eyes of her family, she was going to become a great Derum.

Sadly, Vela was never destined for this. On a dark night, probably the darkest in history, he came to the land, searching for the Stones. He sensed a strange power within Vela (as he happened to come across her one day by luck). Of course, her family denied him to take the precious child. Thus the slaughter began until the Derum name was torn out of existence. But to his displeasure, upon further studying, Vela did not have one of the Stones after all. Furious, he was about to destroy the last Derum in the world when a devilish plan formed in his head. He decided to take in the child, to teach her his ways. Whatever this strange power he sensed before, he would surely use it to his own advantage instead of destroying it.

Vela did not resist him. She quietly obeyed every command. Some say she was too afraid to go against the man who single handedly rid the land of all the Derums. Others believe she is under a dark spell of his. But to be honest, Vela was already tainted before he came. He only nourished her inner demon. She craved power and he could give it to her. This does not mean she likes or even cares for the demonic king. Her glittering eyes and wolfish grin tell of a plan different from the king’s.