typherious
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I can't believe it's not butter!!!
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Post by typherious on Jun 13, 2007 14:53:24 GMT -4
Uhm... yeah, I updated that post, but i'm posting this one so that you will check it. Please delete this post after you check it and approve it. Thank you.
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Post by Snow on Jun 13, 2007 15:00:47 GMT -4
The only problem I have with your background is that the magic was sent to target only those trained in the spirit that Rei and her warriors had. So you could not "switch" out the person. It came very quickly and most did not have word of it unless they were an elder casting the magic.
I do not mind you waking up earlier, perhaps the sleep had less effect on you.
The race is fine.
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typherious
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I can't believe it's not butter!!!
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Post by typherious on Jun 14, 2007 10:44:22 GMT -4
Hmm.... ok, i'll change it so that he gets put to sleep but wakes up 100 years earlier.
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Post by Snow on Jun 14, 2007 15:06:23 GMT -4
MMkay, that will work then, Typherious. Feel free to post whenever.
EDIT: Keep in mind all spirit warriors know each other. They all also know Nitaly. He's the oracle for the police station. And pink text indicates messages or actions that apply to all spirit warriors.
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typherious
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I can't believe it's not butter!!!
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Post by typherious on Jun 19, 2007 10:38:23 GMT -4
Alright. Is it possible though that over time he has changed in the time that they were asleep so he is not as easy to recognize?
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Post by Snow on Jun 19, 2007 14:08:08 GMT -4
They aren't recognizing people by face, but by soul. So unless his soul durastically changed, no. So in general I would say at least the commader would recognize him.
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Post by Estas on Aug 19, 2007 18:52:48 GMT -4
Agh! No villains! How can we have a war against the forces of darkness without villains? Okay here we go, Snow if you don’t like what you see feel free to throw a chair at me or something else if it’s closer.
Enter Character number one: Name: Sada Race: Elf Rank: Spirit Warriors Job: unemployed, plus child labor laws would prevent her from working Age: 1310 appears 13ish Hair: Green with a silver tint Eyes: Light Green Personality: childish, intellectual, dedicated, idolize Rei!
Physical description: Sada stands approximately 50’ tall she has a very frail build, more so then most elves. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail and extends down to her waist. Her wardrobe is similar to that of Rei and wears older style cloths of the time before. However, she is always wears a yellow ribbon on her right wrist; a gift from her mother before she died.
Background: Sada is the youngest of the Spirit warriors she was only with the group for a hundred years before there eternal slumber occurred. She has an uncanny talent for magical manipulation (she redefines the meaning of magical prodigy) that is matched only by Rei herself. Sada has always idolized Rei for her talents and charm, since there first meeting Sada has mimicked Rei to the extremes of eating, dressing and mannerism. She is extremely over protective, of her idol to the point of causing grief to Vesellus, though this is not as bad as it used to be now, ever since there little talk.
Sada has a dangerous mind and is usually too smart for her own good; she is very accident prone to magical mishaps and at times conducts extremely un-needed experiments. (the kind were you go to get food and leave her behind and come back to find the city in flames and her standing out side crying “I’m Sorry Rei, it was an accident!”)
Sada also carries a staff that she can increase or decrease in size at will.
Name: Sindri Race: Human Rank: N/A Age: 173 Hair: Unknown Eyes: Unknown Personality: Manipulative, cunning, diabolical and charismatic
Physical description: Sindri stands approximately 73’ tall adored in heavy black armor coving all aspects of his physical from, faint hues of violet energy escape from the crevices of his armor and helmet. In his right hand he clutches a corrupted iron glaive, which burns with an intense shadowed green flame.
Background: Sickend with humanity and there alliance with the elves and other indigenous creatures on this world Sindri sold his soul to demonic forces. In exchange for the power and knowledge to cleanse this world of all life he promised all the souls of this world to those who aided him. His wish was answered by a power demon by the name of Shaxex. With his new found powers and wicked intellect Sindri set his eyes on the fledging warlord Gratzz. Over a series of years Sindri poisoned his mind, he gave him powers far beyond mortal Orcs and Goblins, secretly pulling the strings for a war that would cast the entire world into darkness and a destruction that would be unable to be undone. Sindri has gained the blessing of several demons over the past years and secretly assisted the Orcs in developing machines and weapons of war.
Name: Gratzz Race: Orc Rank: War boss Age: 126 Hair: Black Eyes: Yellow Personality: Arrogant, violent, cruel and charismatic
Physical description: Monstrosity large for an Orc Gratzz towers at 136’ tall, his forms is a brutish mass of demonically augmented muscle. Due to his demonic augmentation Gratzz skin has blackened and eyes now burn with an unnatural hatred for life. Gratzz wears various pieces of armor on his body that covers his chest, right shoulder blade, both forearms and shins. His armor is ridded with large spikes. He has also mounted a few skulls on his right shoulder from some of his more favored enemies. Gratzz also coats his spikes with a nasty poison. He also carries a huge double bladed Axe that he calls skull splitter.
Background: Raised by the various clans Gratzz has know nothing but a life of hatred towards the other races, using his hatred he rapidly climbed his way to the top of war boss by killing the others appointed above him. After his raise to the top Gratzz began to gather the forces of the Orcs and Goblins, and launched an assault against the forces of light. The attack was quickly repelled and crushed to too poor organization and equipment. After several decades of internal squabble and fighting Gratzz received a visit from a power sorcerer called Sindri who promised him the power and ability to forever crush the forces of light. In exchange for his aid Gratzz agreed to his demands for weekly sacrifices. Sindri held true to his promises and granted Gratzz internal life and strength. For over 100 years the two have now been secretly planning for the day when darkness will choke the forces of light.
Well that’s all I have, let me know if it works please, hope to see you all soon in the game. V
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Post by Snow on Aug 20, 2007 16:02:36 GMT -4
Estas! *huggleattack* You're in as always! And I see you made some bad guys too. You can join in whenever, if you need a recap, let me know. And I will do my best.
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Rabid Monk
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"Good, Bad...I'm the guy with the Gun"
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Post by Rabid Monk on Aug 23, 2007 21:24:31 GMT -4
Name: Akumu Race: Elf Rank: Job: Age: 2513 (appears about 23ish) Hair: Raven Black Eyes: Gold Personality: As the group would have known him, reserved and stoic as he is after awakening brooding and resentful Physical description: Since the dreams he has become hollow and pale, eyes sunken in, basically he looks like death warmed over. Background: For the last one hundred years of torpor Akumu has been visited constantly by Sindri. Akumu was awoken early and left in the prison of his mind and imagination, Akumu is shattered mentally, and he has gave up struggling thinking he has entered into the Nine Hells and he is being tormented for an eternity. Unfortunately for him, he won’t get off that easy!
He came to the dream again; Akumu became quite used to his presence and felt some solace when the stranger arrived. He could see his face clearly now, a violent glow, restrained by his being, seething inside unable to burst out. The sheer power of will which used to be so terrifying was now an impressive display of power he could not rival…not yet at least. Akumu used to fear the flames, knowing the d**nation that awaited him if he was to embrace them but the fires now felt less infernal. He now thought of them as a warming glow, a familiar friend, a part of him and he did not struggle against it and found no regret or remorse for the choices he made, as if he had any…he still remembers the first visit. Akumu was in the field again back against the tall ironwood tree surrounded by violets, the smell of peaches from the orchard to his right and sounds of trout splashing in the brook to his left. Akumu liked this place…he always came here when they sent him to sleep; he found peace and was able to center himself while he waited for the battles to ensue when he awoke. But here he could feel the warmth of the sun across his face and smiled, he was happy. He doesn’t know what first drew his attention, the sound of bubbling and sizzling at the stream or the acrid smell of rancid and rotting fruits from the orchard. He was battle hardened and made looked around to determine what was happening and determine what he needed to do. He saw the stream boiling, dead silver fish roiling and tumbling through the water…steam filling the air above it as water become superheated. Akumu reached into his soul, and exercise he has known intimately since becoming a Spirit Warrior. He has been using magic of the soul for centuries and act so innate to him it is likened to people breathing. But this was a futile effort, it was as if his soul was burned from his body. Akumu didn’t know what to do for certain, but he knew if he stood there too long he would be destroyed utterly. In an instant he was moving, as if the Nine Hells themselves where chasing him. He headed to the forest but stopped short, the fruits in the trees wilting from the stale heat in the air; trees began bursting into flame as if willed to by the gods. Akumu watched as his nirvana was ripped in two, torn from him by the hands of the devil himself or something much worse. His lungs hurt; breathing was an effort with the air as hot as it was now, trying to strangle him. Akumu dropped to his knees, his eyes clenched tight as pain constricted every muscle, every bone, every nerve…he wanted death, instead he heard a voice. Booming like thunder in his ears “Akumu, I can make this all go away…make you more powerful than you ever dreamed, see you win both ways, you get peace and power, what more could you want?” Akumu just held his hands to head, screaming as the pain grew and grew. Yes Akumu could remember the first visit…when the man who gave him sweet relief through eternal d**nation, first spoke. He could remember the terror slumber he was apart of seeing his companions take part in his torment, meeting him with a demonic rage more severe than the vilest of creatures have ever conceived and they themselves do not deserve. The forced sleep put on him, because one of them, their leader, could not fully put a strangle hold on her emotions. Forcing them to sleep, putting him here, with the stranger, with the hell spawn who were his companions. Rei, she did this, she made them come here, she made them do these things, directed their hands as she watched with pleasure as they tortured him over and over. All the while, promises of release from the stranger, all he had to do is take his hand, learn his craft, serve him before all others. A hundred years of torture leading to the moment when he could not longer scream in pain or cry in self pity. One hundred years of hell…Akumu reached out to take hold of the stranger’s hand… His eyes opened…widened, room was exactly as he remembered it, he was here, back in the world fully, the dream was over but the nightmare was just now beginning. He knew the choice he nearly made, the images of the dream still in his head. The air in the room was cool and smelled of lilacs, the ones growing just outside his window… he nearly wretched. He shivered as a light breeze crept through the room. He fell to the floor, imaging it as unseen force trying to grab him and force him back…he was confused, but focused…he needed to find his friends, but for what purpose?
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Post by Snow on Aug 23, 2007 22:18:00 GMT -4
Hello Rabid Monk, welcome to RPGalaxy. I have looked over and read your character sheet. And, honestly, I'm not sure if I can accept it.
You see, The charater thing specifically says "Elf and Nymph are always good", And turning against his fellow warriors would send him to the "bad" side. so while it is an interesting concept I'd have to bend my rules. And if I do that for one person, I have to do it for everyone else too. But I will think on it.
Perhaps if you can change/bend the profile to have him playing both sides. Something like he is still good but seems evil (ultimately he would have to work for Rei but perhaps as a spy). Also in a past post to confirm a character I said "Once a spirit warrior always one." so betraying them wouldn't work so well and your post screams that to me for some reason.
Please understand I am not trying to be mean, or put a damper on anyone's fun. I do love the creativity put into everything. If you can not change it to meet that he is always good, then let me know. And I'll see if I can convince myself to be a little more lenient. (I've had a rough week and midterms have sapped my energy)
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