Under Fallen Stars [Original Rp ~ Sign Up/OOC]

[Professor Ven]

Thou art correct, sah, and truly my equal on this ground we stand upon. May the Light shine upon thee always..unless ye be a Friend of the Dark..

Raistlin Majere is my personal favorite Dragonlance character, to the end. Then there's Dalamar...

More or less, Giras has ambitions and is similar to the Master of Past and Present.

Then again, Ralon'quel is really Raistlin put in a mixing cauldron with a little Lews Therin, and maybe something of Feanor from the Simarillion.

He's also the same character I use in my local Dungeons and Dragons game on Sundays from 1pm-5pm. Oddly enough, everything that's happened to my character on a somewhat large scale (and in reference from the DM's old games he's played) has actually, or will happen to poor Elf-Boy in my personal writings. And no, I never expected it to happen in the DnD game, nor took it from there. It just happened, and my character went from being an elf to a vampire and then being reincarnated as a dark elf (or drow). A sad story, BUT I GOT MY FLOATING LONGBOAT! =D

You're welcome to see it at your leisure, but I'll have to say it was half-prepared and the lower half-written after pasting it into the post.

 

[Ordeith]

Thou art correct, sah, and truly my equal on this ground we stand upon. May the Light shine upon thee always..unless ye be a Friend of the Dark...

I'm afraid that the Chosen have long since persuaded me so; I've always proven to be a sucker for power.
Unless, of course, I happen to be reincarnated as a woman, as poor Balthamel, because that would quite frankly break my mind into shambles.

Raistlin Majere is my personal favorite Dragonlance character, to the end.

As he is mine; I've always been able to relate to him far better than the other characters, except for Kitiara, perhaps.

Then again, Ralon'quel is really Raistlin put in a mixing cauldron with a little Lews Therin, and maybe something of Feanor from the Simarillion.

A very good mixture indeed; intense ambition, along with equally intense sorrow and madness, coupled with a homogenous combination of both, and a third element, that being magehood. By the way, I understand if this sounds a tad unsettling, but I feel as though I'm speaking to an exact copy of myself, or at least somebody whose interests mirror my own. I've always been a steadfast fan of J.R.R. Tolkien, Weiss and Hickman, Robert Jordan, and R.A. Salvatore; fantasy is all that I read, save classics such as Moby Dick and Journey to the Center of the Earth.

 

[Urbane]

Umm...A little off topic aren't we Ordeith? Jub Jub?

 

[Ordeith]

Umm...A little off topic aren't we Ordeith? Jub Jub?

Heh, I suppose so, and I also suppose that it was my own fault, as well.
Jub Jub, I'd be glad to discuss anything fantasy-wise whenever you're in the mood for it.

 

[afrobutt]

:x

 

[Professor Ven]

Ordeith, we shall sit together in the Hall of Servants and smoke tabac via pipes and speak of tales long past while the Chosen raze it.

But yes, I truly feel as though you're a mirror of me, perhaps. Never picked up and fully read R.A. Salvatore, but I've peeked at it.

You ought to try George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. It's smashing, and worth the read. I'll pick up Salvatore when next I see it.

And yes, we are a tad off topic, and I'll be more than welcome to discuss anything fantasy-related with a fellow colleague.

 

[afrobutt]

Name: Kiego “Wolf” Tigris

Age: 28

Appearance: The nickname Wolf is an appropriate title once you’ve seen the might of the man eight: 7’2 Weight: 230. He’s a massive figure of a man, his entire body is a wall of muscle. Features like that of an ice sculptures. Wolf’s hair is a wild bush of brown, extending down to his waist. His eyes are those of a predator’s, shining with a black fury.

Kiego wears nothing over his torso but an old suit, and a sweater of tattoos depicting his philosophies through symbols and quotes. His leg wear are a pair of black dress slacks. While they are completely illogical to use in battle, the man also has a fondness for sandals.

Homeworld: Kiego's world is one of conflict. Years ago, a genetic "glitch" of sorts stuck through the world. This glitch caused select citizens to accelerate evolution-wise, giving them genetic gifts such as pyrokinesis, telepathy. These mutated humans eventually gathered together and created gangs, plaguing the world for their own reasons.

Past: Bio/Recent History: Kiego grew up as a happy child. His mother and father were kind, decent, and loving people. They weren’t the richest family, but that was nothing compared to the love Kiego felt in his home. Mrs. Tigris was an attorney in the legal court system. She had a very black and white perspective to life, there were villains and there were the innocent. While Kiego came to understand for himself this way of thinking, he took more after his father. His father was the greatest source of inspiration to him, the man’s wisdom was great, and his morals just. He worked as a conductor in a fairly successful orchestra, and he would always say:

“Kiego, music is the one way to a person’s heart. Indeed, I think the key to the success in any business or corporation is a fair amount of music.”

As young Mr. Tigris grew up, he carried his father’s words with him as he socialized splendidly with other children. His sparking confidence, witty demeanor, and inspiring leadership skills made him well liked in school. Being strikingly handsome, a young genius, and a miraculous athlete helped his popularity as well. School life-wonderful. Home life- comforting and happy. His future- looking bright

And indeed it was, although not without heartache.

On his 16th birthday, his parents were killed by one of the gangs of mutants he had heard about. After the death of his elders, Kiego lived with his uncle for 2 more years before moving out. Going through collage, Kiego became cold and distant with the world. Afterwards, he became a school teacher at the same high school he had once gone too. It was after his 21st birthday when Kiego began to grow weaker. At first, it was little things. Dizziness when standing, sleeping more, etc.. Kiego visited the nearby clinic, but they were unable to give him answers. After months of waiting, a specialist was called in to examine him. This doctor informed his that, for unknown reasons, his body was slowly... stopping. For the time being he would last, but soon he would become nothing but a vegetable, until finally dying.

Present: He's a narcissistic jerk who generally dislikes people

Weapon: A conductor's baton

Manifestation of Power: Hornet’s Touch: Wolf’s natural high frequency travel’s through his body constantly, and if he makes physical contact with any other object that frequency will travel to that object. Wolf’s body is one of the few things that can contain this frequency, anything else will break if forced to hold the frequency. This includes various types of metal, rock, wood, and even flesh.

Banshee’s Touch: By channeling his frequency into a conductor’s baton and slashing it like a blade, causing the frequency to be released into the air. This quickly concentrates, causing an extreme pressure that creates a cutting effect.

Power Source: Keigo harnesses the lustful energy of humans around him.

sorry for the present section. khi is being kind of uhhh

 

[Candy Man]

All hail, Son of Sotrec!

Name: Lorinth lend-Maret(Balin prefixes are similar to Japanese suffixes, lend being a respectful standard)
Age: 25

Appearence: Lorinth is tall, lean and muscled, and very formal in stance. He has very dark, blue-black hair halfway down his ear with a single thin braid behind the right ear. His ears thermselves come to point, betraying his lineage to curious eyes that aren't distracted by the 4 inch silver spikes hanging from them. He has a neatly trimmed fu manchu and thin goatee. His attire varies slightly but always revolves around clors of dusk and black (one must look their best). The only constant is a fitted ankle length coat, more charcoal than black now and incredibly heavy. It is filled with dozens upon dozens of throwing knives. This, plus his signature oril chain, more than triples his overall weight. But rigorous training and commitment has still made him faster than most.

Homeworld/Past: (sorry, it's just how it ended up coming out) Sedna-*The ancient and more humourous side of things*
Sedna has a long and colorful history. His bloodline has been a pedestal of fame as far public momery will serve, dating back to their icon Maretti, whose deeds are imoortalized in poems and songs. The days of honor, glory, power, and bloodshed didn't diminish when Balndu sharply dived into the modern age. The country's, and in all reality the planet's, wealth is owed to the discovery of Oril. Oril is a strong and priceless material, being harder than most substances known to civilized man. It was discovered to a perfect trasmitter of magical energy, it was even suggested that oril was made by a powerful sorcerer before their time. Whatever it's origin, oril is heavy, hard, malleable, and contains vast pathways within it's structure likebeating veins of power.

It is for this reason that Lorinth's ancesters all but monopolized it's trade and production. And why Lorinth keeps a large line of square oril plates, lnked together like a Jacob's ladder and wrapped along his body. It is his primary weapon and ultimate symbol of his strength.

Present: Lorinth has his grandfather's business to several close allies, instead using his wealth and influence to inhumanly train himself. His ancestry plays more than a small part in this, with his grandfathers expecting great things from him. He was deadly long before his passing and will not let it slow him down. The afterlife will hold no surprises.Lorinth's main influence has always been ancestor Sotrec(don't call that lame, it's not lame...... oh screw you), and held him up to an ideal. Sotre'cs activities were always shrouded in mystery and whatever came to light was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
He will outdo and hopefully gain the respect of his idol when he passes on.

Other: Because of his upbringing and skill, he unfortunately lacking humility. If taking him down a few notches will be helpful, or if it can be done, is not something he's ready to face.

Manifestation of Power: Power sensing and absorbtion
Lorinth can absorb and identify the energy and life-force of someone if the wound made is sufficient. Whether or not he can mimic the abilites he takes is unknown, but the prospect of removing someone's soul is far more interesting.
Power Source: Negative

 

[Thor.]

Neither Altoran nor Sotrec can be used as they have already been through this ordeal. In order for my mind to work properly, this is set way after DR. If you want they may appear as Saint/Demons.

 

[Candy Man]

Well damn....... that's a lot of planning down the crapper.

How much after DR?

 

[Thor.]

Doesn't matter, the people involved are immortal and we are going to different worlds.

 

[Stavvy]

I tried to tell you guys. . .

Shit, I need to get my temp up. . .

Hopefully have one by tomorrow night. I'll try to get my work done in my second/third/fourth periods to do so, and may carry it out into writing if I feel competent.

 

[Mr. Crowley]

It has been edited.

 

[Candy Man]

Yeah mine too. I changed Sotrec around so much in the past year, it hardly matters. might as w2ell gank a character from my sipnoff that never lifted off.

So do i need a template to make Sotrec a Demon or what?

 

[Thor.]

For later. But you may as well wait.

 

[Candy Man]

You are as wise as you are tall, sir.

Slightly above average, but still somewhat intimidating.

 

[Thor.]

You see you made it awkward by making an ass of yourself in an already strained situation.

Working on a temp. Gonna go the social outcast angle. I'll also be a fifteen year old girl.

 

[Stavvy]

Aww, I'm going for an abused seventeen year old girl . . .

And yeah, not the best of moves, Dan.



Name: Kylire Sentriel

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearence: Stands at about 5’ 11” with mid back length dark red hair. She wears a school uniform complete with a dark blue mini skirt (because everyone loves them). The edges of the skirt are cut slightly and frayed a bit to give the impression of a constant soft breeze shifting through them. She keeps her hair out of her face with a small crescent moon hair clasp. She also wears a small locket that she can’t open, which was given to her by her mother for her fifteenth birthday.

Homeworld: Perriuis – A highly futuristic society that is now ruled by a committee of appointed officials of different races and species. Poverty is on the verge of nonexistence, as means of proper nutrition and limitless food have been taken care of. Interstellar travel is now possible and seems to be the same as moving from one state to another or vacationing at a tropical location. A peace treaty was instated nearly three-hundred years ago, and the ways of war have been long forgotten.



There is still a steady crime rate, however, as new drugs are introduced to the populace on an almost daily basis. The Committee is looking into new ways to stop the flow of illicit dealings, but thus far any attempt has resulted in failure. The police are almost nonexistent as well, due to the lack of war. The Committee has now started buying out mercenaries to help enforce the new laws they fashion. All of this has began happening over the past twenty years, and due to the newness of the Committee, some have not adjusted to the change as well as others.

Past: Her life was fairly easy. She got along with practically anyone she came into contact with, she got average to good grades, but wasn’t too into the new sports of the time. As a girl, she always wanted to be the source of attention, to enjoy every moment that she had with people. That was before her father found out about the drug Byrek. The night that he was laid off from his work, he came home smelling of alcohol. After a fit of rage with her mother, he turned his attention to Kylire. Blaming her for the current economic state they were in, the loss of his job, and his spiraling depression. As he tried to aim the bottle of liquid at her head, the wife grabbed him from behind. He struck her to the ground and drank the last of the liquor. He threw the bottle behind him and sat down on the couch, staring at nothing in particular.



Kylire never really spoke to him since then, and the abuse only worsened. He started drinking more and more, not even trying to find a job. Eventually he found Byrek and overdosed after a month of taking the damned thing. She knew the overdose wasn’t due to the loss of his job, but more because he wanted to die. He didn’t leave a note or anything, but he lost the will to do anything but do drugs. He wouldn’t even beat her anymore, which was probably the most surprising.



She wasn’t sad at his funeral, she just felt empty. Her friends would ask if she was alright and she would simply murmur a soft “yes” and leave it at that. Eventually her friends stopped talking to her altogether, and it didn’t really bother her, either. She had become a shell

Present: Reclusive, introverted, shy, closed in, whatever you wanted to call her, Kaylire keeps to herself. She used to be a happy outgoing girl, but now that seems to have died within her.

Other: Nah. . .Hmm. . .Hates. . .Cats.

Manifestation of Power: Manipulation of Shadows (since Ty doesn’t have it any more)
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Power Source: Negative (Pain, Sorrow, blah)[/FONT]

I'll edit it more later. But for now that's it.

 

[Professor Ven]

I think this RP will be very fun and immensely elongated. :23:

 

[Stavvy]

Just like the first!

I can tell you one thing, it'll probably be finished.