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Fantasyfan28 · #1 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

The world of Claia needs heroes, here where we create ours. INTEREST Check Link....Wings of Darkness

Name:
Gender:
Race:
Age:
Description: no anime pictures please
Weapons:
Blessing from their god: Armour, weapon, spells, leadership skill etc. (only one per character please)

Bio: As short or as long as you like, just to let us know about your character.

History: Places are open to name I have only thought of the world name and a couple of cities and villages at the moment so creative minds can help me out too.

What their vision was: I want to see each character's vision so we can all work to link them together and start off either meeting in a specific place (maybe as seen in everyones vision) or have our characters all searching.

IC IS UP Link is here.......Wings of Darkness IC

Fantasyfan28 · #2 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

Name: Syel vinterbloom
Gender: Male
Age: 78 (young for an elf)
Race: Elf

Description:

Standing at just over 6ft tall, lithe build with sinewy muscular structure like most elves, his eyes appear so dark that they are black but in reality they are a deep brown

Weapons: A stout ironwood staff covered in ancient runes of the druids, a short iron dagger.

Blessing from his Goddess: Syel was given a druids robe which is enchanted to withstand damage, much like plate mail but nowhere near as heavy, it also affords him some protection against spells but it is not infallible.

History: Born into a noble family in Silveracre's, the fabled home of the elves, Syel found nature's call almost as soon as he could walk, the great outdoors embraced him and enchanted him, in return he embraced the wilderness and the creatures that inhabited the world. Both his parents were proud of his choice, as elves, by nature themselves, were intune with the earth, but Syel took it one step further, he could actually commune with the earth, trees bowed to him so they could hear his words, the very ground opened so his words could reach the minerals and underground creatures, He was blessed of their gods, but with the blessing came a great burden.
In return for the gifts he had been given, powerful spells to command the elements, to summon animals to his bidding and even rip the very trees from the ground to fight alongside his elven brethren, Syel had to live in almost total seclusion.
He had just turned 40 (barely a teenager in elven lifespans) and began to receive splitting headaches, these headaches were caused by all the problems that the other elves were all having, somehow they had all found their way inside Syel's head, it almost drove him mad.
His Goddess Mileka, sent a dove to him, the dove told him that his mind was intune with the world just like his heart and soul, but the mind was not used to picking up on all the thoughts, if he did not leave his homeland to live alone he would be driven mad, it was an unforeseen problem, but one the Goddess swore to him she would work on to rectify.
He had little choice, so after a bittersweet goodbye, Syel lived in isolation in a small grove in the midst of the Wilder lands, Isolated from everyone apart from the animals he could still commune with for almost 40 years, until now that is.

Bio: Syel is by nature a curiousity amongst the elves, he is neither aloof nor uncaring, is quick to smile and is easy to talk to, his demeanor will become serious however if he sees nature or the creatures of the earth being deseacrated, he can understand the use of animals as beasts of burden or for food, but they are not toys to be used as the other races see fit, if he sees this happening he would have no choice but to intervene.

What his Vision was: For three days in a row, Syel dreamt the same disturbing dream, it was disturbing because it was what was yet to come, but on the fourth night he was shown the outcome of the dream if others did not heed their own visions, he could not tell who they were but he knew them all to be courageous and fiercely loyal to their own gods and goddesses, he could see the whole world plunging into total darkness, creatures that bore resemblances to all of the nightmarish creatures imaginable walked the land, they killed without remorse, staining the earth in their wake, rotting the vegetation and slaughtering any living creature that crossed their paths, Syel was aware of a prescence of such malicious intent that even in his sleep Syel was shaking in fear, he did not know the creature, if indeed it was a creature, but it was watching.
The vision lightened, his thoughts still reeling from what he had been shown, Syel almost wept in joy at the sight of the huge white tree he was being shown, it was an ancient oak, twisted in ivy and vines of other plants, the tree was home to huge amounts of animals, all living together in harmony, he understood then that the tree was where he would have to go to find the others, the only trouble was, he didnt know where the tree was, he had never travelled from his grove in almost 40 years and wasnt sure if he would be able to cope being around people, but he had to try.

Remini · #3 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

Name: Iffy Lambra
Gender:Female
Race:Human
Age:19
Description: red body long cloak with hood. shoulder length violet hair. 5'6, thin, lightly tanned skin
Weapons:Carries a dagger but rarely uses. casts spells with hands
Blessing from their god: blessed with the ability to absorb fire to empower self

Bio: A short tempered, overconfident fire mage. Pretty full of herself and knows not how to make friends. Fronts as if she prefers to be alone but does not.

History: Born and raised by the Mage's Society in the middle of the floating city of Yesdal

What their vision was: Iffy has had the same dream recent nights. It would start of with her standing in a large grass field with many animals and flowers and life around her, very peaceful. But this last dream was a nightmare, she's standing in the same field, except the sky is black, the flowers are dead and all the grass is now gone, instead is black ash and corpses and pure death around her. Then she hears a dying voice "You are chosen, help us....help...before it's....too.....late"

Fantasyfan28 · #4 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

Remini I like your character profile but am not sure if the vision fits in with the story I had in mind, would you be able to read the Interest check please and then maybe make a few adjustments to the vision so that it fits in with the one my character has had, I dont mind that your character has other goals as well but they will have to be second in her list of priorities for now.

I dont mean to sound like I am nagging, just wanted to make sure you had read the interest check which I will link at the top of the page.

Remini · #5 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

Ah yes I'll read it right now, no problem. this is your rp so I'll come up with a better vision and make the other one a second priority

Fantasyfan28 · #6 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

Thank you, I just didnt want to come across as a douche lol

Remini · #7 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

Oh don't worry about that, I don't really know you. Give it some time and we'll see if your a douche lol

So i edited the vision, is it alright?

Fantasyfan28 · #8 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

LOL I accept the proposal of finding out if I am a douche lol.

The vision is fine.

Welcome aboard the Wings Of Darkness

SnowJin · #9 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

-pokes- can I join? (is an elf acceptable? Or maybe a Drow?)

Kumosabe · #10 (**permalink**) 11-25-2009

((I'm hoping this doesn't count as anime... though it probably does))

He has a ring finger missing on his right hand.

Spoiler

Name: Sovure

Gender: Male

Race: Half-Elf

Age: 48 (relative teenager for half elf)

Weapons: Under each sleeve in his cloak, he wears a metal bracer with a hidden blade attached. Each blade is about six inches long, and the one on his left hand can deliver poison to disorient and then kill, while the one on the right can deliver a poison that shows no difference at first, but in about fourty seconds causes a heart attack.

Blessing from their god: Sovure became a Shadowdancer, able to travel between the shadows of objects to the shadow of another nearby object. He can only do this within about fifty yards, he cannot take passengers, and he cannot delibrately stay in a shadow for longer than the three seconds it takes to transfer.

Bio: Sovure loves country music, particularly country-rock. He can sing any song you care to name with ease and grace, and nine times out of ten can play it on his guitar, and eight of those nine times he could play it on a fiddle if needed. Even though he left the assassin order, he is very, very good at killing. He can rarely ignore a person in trouble, and Sovure loves to use sarcasm and most of his humor is dry. However, Sovure is also incredibly ruthless, able to see a line from motive to means without any pesky emotions of himself or others getting in the way.

History: Born and raised in the mountain city of Salma, a city of assassins. He escaped when he was 29, after reciveing training in killing but wanting to get out of such a life. Currently he sings and plays a guitar for country music at an Inn in Destino, a small city that many roads cross through.

What their vision was: Sovure had the same dream for sixteen straight nights. He would stir, awakening in a dark hall way in a house somewhere, though he could see no details. He was slumped against the wall, unable to move. There was a single flickering light ahead, though it didn't light up anything but the floor and dust. As he stared, he came to realize something wet was dripping down his chest, and there was a searing pain where it was, though he could not scream. He watched blearily as something came through the door at the other end of the hall, though he didn't know how he knew there was a door. As he stared, he watched someone step into the light. That person whispered to not be afraid of the shadow, then the dream would end.

This is the main point where the dreams differ: who stepped into the light. The first and last time, it was a panther. Twice it was himself. The rest were people he did not recognize, and each showed up twice. The first time, they appeared normal. The second time, each one except him was holding some kind of jewel. Though he couldn't remember them all, or even who had which jewel, he remembered receiving his quite clearly.

The last dream, the panther had come again and it had been bearing a black jewel like a pearl in it's mouth. It walked forward, into the darkness where Sovure laid, and whispered, "Do not fear the shadow."

He stayed in the dream as something round (probably the jewel) was slipped into the hole in his chest. He coughed and gagged as he felt the wound close. At the same time, the weight of the jewel against his organs seem to lift. He slowly stood to his feet as he saw the panther walk back into the flickering light. It stopped, then turned it's head around, smirking at him.

"Now you are whole, my child." The panther whispered, though Sovure had no trouble making out the words. "I am to you what you are to the world. Good luck."

Then the panther walked away into the darkness, he heard the door shut for the first time, and the dreams ended, though he never doubted them.

The panther's eyes had glowed blood red. It was Hodari, the god of shadows, peace and murder.

Odd combo, eh?

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