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Please read this before continuing: Interest Check: A Chris and Ying RP

Imagine. Yes, a word which represents the flexibility of the human race. A word which symbolises a technique which allows us to thrive.

A representation of freedom, of mind. With it, the human race has created plenty. Vehicles, buildings, teleportation...

Even universes.

But the threads of the fabric of time has twisted, a grand catastrophe in response.

Humanity's imagination has brought them to their knees, as the once superior race kept it's...

Fingers Crossed.


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July 25th, 2008.

Dear Mr. Director,

I would like to have an explanation of the strange occurances in my city. Limited sightings of... Unicorns, and mass sightings of Dragon-like creatures is definitely concerning the masses, and it is imperative that we get an explanation of this.

Whole communities of crudely dressed people have appeared out of the blue in my city... Demanding for our food, and our shelter! These primitives are brutes! They do nothing but fill our recreations, and give us more responsibilities!

Already, the citizens are revolting, the mass appearance of these beggars has also caused a mass case of psychosis, and even disease!

We plead you to give us an explanation, as well as a solution!

Where are our armies?!

Mayor Vernon

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DATE: 20 - 8
YEAR: 2131
TO: Emperor Supremus
FROM: Caste Suprema - Veria'tar

SUBJECT: The disappearance of Grand Admiral Vekk'tar and the entire Imperialist Caste's Military forces.

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As you may have heard, Chancellor, whole fleets of our finest men and generals have vanished from the Empire, on their mission to subdue 'Human' forces. Our caste's members have known not about the circumstances, but have determined it may be an act of Terran defiance.

I, however do not believe a thing in those theories. According to our military intelligence, the Humans do not posses technology advanced enough to remove an entire ten fleets. What I think? I think this is an attack from our enemies of the Republics. It's either that, or our men have betrayed us, which I think is completely unlikely due to our intense training programmes.

The Imperialist Caste does not employ the use of outside mercenaries, so the theory of Treason does not work. I believe that the Republics of Kayra have struck, and possibly disabled communications between our Fleet and Command.

Some of my officers believe this may also be the doing of a Black Hole, which I refuse to believe, as these men are the best the Empire can offer.

The Imperialists shall continue investigating this incident.

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July 25th 2008, Nameless Land

I told them so every day. I did. If I were young and brave again I woulda marched right into that forest of theirs in my officer of magic uniform and told those blasted elves a thing or two about the sorcery they were foolishly toying around with. Maybe two things or three about my harp playing career too, then maybe they'd fall asleep for once! They would! Why, if it weren't for them I could still be in my little hillside house plucking myself a tune and thinking about the good old days when magic wasn't known to be quite so disasterous like all senile old people are supposed to do. Why can't I retire!?

Its true I was brave once. That I was. They took away my badge as soon as I told them chickens were digging thier way up from the core of the planet to the surface. Don't make any sense whatsoever those people, treating me like a senile old chicken myself. They don't. I know how to be brave. The transportation contraption I operated today proves it. It does. The transportation contraptions which came up behind me however - the ones with the flashing orange and red lights and loud blaring sounds - did not cause me such an exhilarating experience. I can host a darn better disco than that, let me tell you. I can do that.

They got ahead of me so I had to stop and crawl back out the window of the speed transport device to go and tell them a thing or two about thier horrible performance and then maybe two things or three about my harp playing career. I had no ticket with no strange currency written on it in mind. I refuse to pay for a dreadful performance, especially with bizzare money. That I do. Fools were deaf as bats are blind when I warned then of the great battle that was soon to befall this peculiar land.

The Prophet

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To sign up, one must follow this template, and apply to join the ranks of their fellow Man, Elf, Dwarf, Orc, even Alien. The universes have been twisted, and only one thing matters:

May the finest army win.

The RP is by no means a combat oriented one, and primarily revolves around War and Chaos... What fills the void when Peace is gone.

Name:
Age:
Race:
Nationality:
Occupation:
Rank: (N/A if non-combat-oriented role)
Faction:
Description:
Personality:
Biography:

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Rules:

- No Godmodding.
- Although this is in Casual, we would prefer to have a Semi-Advanced approach to this, meaning mature roleplaying.

Sticking to your genre is vital. We don't want some anime-inspired 13 year old fighting on the frontlines for the US Army, do we? If you're with the Modern world, you must incorporate some realism. With Athdarina, there is more freedom, inspired by Tolkein's works. And if you join the ranks of Vekk'tar's Fleets, I think you'd understand.

If any information is needed...
PLEASE ASK HERE.

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Name: Ris'ane Sern
Age: 32
Race: Lich (A sentient undead creature, google it)
Nationality: Fantasy-land, whatever it was called.
Occupation: Necromancer
Rank: Overlord to an undead army.
Faction: He is his own faction. (Literally)

Description:

(Without the wings!)

Personality: (I prefer to roleplay this out)
Biography: Ris'ane's voice is otherworldly, it echoes through the air as if propelled by an unknown force, he was once a young man engrossed deeply in the art of necromancy but as he went deeper and deeper into it he realised that his life was not enough to allow him to complete all of his studies, he grew older, wiser and more evil as he prepared ritual after ritual throughout his life and eventually, he finished it. He became a lich and gained immortality, binding his soul to a phylactery, an item that would hold his soul and prevent it from decaying, granting him his immortality, in this case, the item is an emerald ring he keeps on him at all times, it has no significant meaning such as "it was his lover's ring" or such, it was simply a convenient thing at the time. True, it was a perverse form of immortality in the eyes of the world but he cared nothing for their opinions, deeper and deeper into the arts he delved until he finally reached a point when he declared himself leader of an undead army. This was destroyed by the mages of the elves and he was forced into hiding for a time, but he emerged when he found that the elves had created a hole to another world, a strange world that had never been explored before, he desired to rule this world and so he set out in secret to head through the gate to the other side.

A little info on liches: A lich is a spellcaster who seeks to defy death by magical means. They are usually necromancers who are unsatisfied with the level of power that they currently have, wish for longer lives, and seek to unburden themselves from the necessities of bodily functions (such as eating and sleeping) so that they might dedicate every moment of their existence to the attainment of knowledge and power. Liches convert themselves into skeletal undead creatures by means of black magic and necromancy, storing their souls in magical receptacles called phylacteries. They do so to extend their lives in order to study the deepest levels of magic. With their souls bound to material focuses, they can never truly die. If its body is destroyed, a lich can simply regenerate or find a new one. According to lore, the only way truly to destroy a lich is first to destroy its phylactery, thereby removing its anchor to the material world, and then to destroy its physical form. Since removing one's own soul in order to evade mortality is against the natural order of the universe, and the process involved in becoming a lich is unspeakably evil, they are almost always evil-aligned. Rarely, a lich can be good or neutral due to the events driving them to become a lich. They are among the more powerful and dangerous undead, and are frequently served by other undead creatures. A lich can only create one phylactery, which if lost can never be replaced

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My latest RP;
You'll have to wait a bit.

Accepted.

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I can't think of a good character at the moment but i'll definitely join this.

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I figured that if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.
Muhammad Ali

Messages Sponsored By Ultimate523 Enterprises:

1. All internet food is evil or at least my enemy. I'm not "good" though. It's just that animals will die because of it.

2. The dragons that some of you people like and use in your signatures are planning our destruction. They will slaughter and torture us all. They must be stopped.

May I suggest a news reporter if you don't feel very violent? A schoolboy? A Politician?

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Name: Azrek
Age: 16
Race: Shapeshifter
Nationality: Shapeshifter?
Occupation: None
Rank: None
Faction: Alone/fantasy
Description: His original form is a strange liquid-like form. It has no legs instead it has more of a snake-like tail. It has arms but no noticable hands, has no neck or noticable facial features. It is more blue than water and just looks like a liquid changed into a semi-human shape.
Personality: He is very independent and usually prefers doing things for himself although if someone he knows offers to do something he would usually accept. It also depends on his mood and other things.
Biography: He was born in a random area and never knew his parents. A random person of his kind taught him some basic things like how to speak and hunt. He lived in a forest and lived like an animal transforming into whatever would help him. He occasionally visited a small town and read many books there and learnt some things. He was moved into the human world and still lives similarly although he doesn't like communicating with humans much for some reason.

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I figured that if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.
Muhammad Ali

Messages Sponsored By Ultimate523 Enterprises:

1. All internet food is evil or at least my enemy. I'm not "good" though. It's just that animals will die because of it.

2. The dragons that some of you people like and use in your signatures are planning our destruction. They will slaughter and torture us all. They must be stopped.

Would like to know if you'd like to add anything else?

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If I don't have to i'll just leave it.

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I figured that if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.
Muhammad Ali

Messages Sponsored By Ultimate523 Enterprises:

1. All internet food is evil or at least my enemy. I'm not "good" though. It's just that animals will die because of it.

2. The dragons that some of you people like and use in your signatures are planning our destruction. They will slaughter and torture us all. They must be stopped.

Name: Mikhail Katushya
Age: 65
Race: N/A
Nationality: Russian
Occupation: Military
Rank: Supreme Commander
Faction: Russian Federation
Description: 6'7", Commanding stature, one eye, fair hair, ice blue eyes, hard face
Personality: Aggressive, Nationalistic
Biography: During the Cold War, Mikhail was a KGB operative eliminating the internal strife of the Soviet Union. His Ancestry leads back to Leon Trotsky, who when he was exhiled by Stalin, his relatives had to changes their last names to Dragunova and Katushya were the main families. During the reign of Stalin during World War Two, Mikhails grandfather designed a rocket artillery piece which was commonly known as "Stalins Organ". During the Battle For Moscow, he saw his cousin Dmitri Dragunova become a headless body from Nakyr rifle as he led a heroic charge against against the alien "oppressors".

I've decided to cut this out. I'll post another one, but ubtil then. . . Yeah.

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