The Prophecy OOC - Epic High Fanatasy Adventure

[mew77]

yay I'll have a buddy in the rune mages department

[Autumn Leaf]

Name: "William Devian is the name I hold. At least, that is what I'm told."

Race: "I am an Ascended Deigan, but don't hold it against me, friend."

Occupation: "It's strange that you would ask me this. A mage, a poet, shall I read you my list?"

Age: "I don't hold too many years. Not enough to end my fears." (In other words, he's forgotten.)

Appearance: "You want to know how I do seem? My feathers to my shoulders, no hairs are seen. Blonde, you would say, my skin quite fair. I only wish people wouldn't stare. I'm tall as a deigan, not too far. My eyes are silver, as all Ascended are. I wear a single black robe, with nothing adorned. Though for no evil or demon am I sworn. Across my back lay my rune blade, in a large sheathe of silver where it was laid."

History: "My past is not for you to learn. It's none of your concern." (I would like to allow my character to reveal his past over time, helping to make him more dynamic, if that is alright.)

Personality: "You could say I am witty with my words. Not so much with swords. I hate to fight and love the night, as long as my goal is in my sight. I will tease and I will jest, but remember the rest. I can be kind and courteous, gentlemanly and polite, unless you upset me and I perform my rites."

Abilities: "I'm quick with my hands, and have a balanced step, but it's my magic that really gives me my edge. The runeblade is large but weightless in my grasp. But I'll only use it if it is what is last. Magic is my only skill, but I can write with pen and quill. My words flow easily with my lips, my mind restless with my rhyming kiss. There are tomes I have written that people have read and seen what I do to keep my mind fed."

[Autumn Leaf]

And upon the realization of how vague my sheet is because of how I formatted it, I will be adding an introduction to William as well.

"Pray, for fate will truly be grim,
The Foe will end this world on its whim."

William had heard these words thousands of times. A man sat on the side of the dirt road mumbling the Prophecy mindlessly, his torn rags for clothing serving as his own shield against the wind beating against him, his long gray beard fluttering in the wind, his perfectly bald head contrasting the cleanliness of the rest of his body. The gray twilight refused to shed too much light upon the poor man, lest he be thought of as a teller of truth rather then the mumbling drunk he was. The man held himself tight, groaning in fear as night approached. He was without shelter, without companionship. On the verge of simply deciding to let himself die of exposure to the elements, or to go through the agonizing pain of another insignificant day in existance.

Just as the man was about to concede his soul to the Wanderer, he heard footsteps. The shivering, pathetic man slowly lifted his head, ceasing to mumble the Prophecy. A figure stood above him, covered in a black cloak. A gloved hand lifted from under the sleeve and pulled back the cowl, revealing a smile surrounded by a pale complexion, draped by long blonde hair down to the figure's shoulders. The smile was genuine, though. Not of sympathy or pity. Not of sadism or cruelty. A smile of... Hope. The man let a large silver sheathe with the hilt of a massive blade protruding from it slide off of one of his arms, and he lay it on the grass just beside the dirt path, next to where the old drunk sat. He kneeled down, placing his hand on the man's shoulder, and spoke in the gentlest voice the man had ever heard.

"Spero."

Black Magic? Arcane Magic? The man was half mad, so he only half remembered what the world outside of his insane mind was like. He did remember, however, that people used magic. And that some people used magic with words like that one. Spero. Suddenly, the man began to feel warmth from within. Not physical warmth, but a hopeful warmth, a comforting warmth. A sort of euphoria that could only be expressed through beautiful songs or writings, and he was feeling it without either. He could feel the madness leaving him. Could hear his insanity beating away at it's new prison trying to escape, and this stranger's magical warden holding it tight in it's cage. The man smiled. He felt the strength returning to his withered legs, and the stranger knelt down, holding the man by his shoulder and elbow, lifting him slowly. The lame man slowly began to stand, his limbs shaking furiously... And then his knees locked in place. He was standing straight up, the warmth overtaking him, his newfound strength helping him to stand. This savior, this man, now stumbled back, his own weakness becoming apparent as he had cast a rather powerful spell on the man.

The stranger nodded and smiled, regaining his balance as the lame an stood astute, straight, taller then his now limp and hunched savior. He then spoke again, in the same calm voice, almost a whisper.

"Grief can not control what we do. Lest we all go mad as you."

He chuckles at his little jest, the man at first thinking him to be insulting him, and then realizing with the chuckle that he had made his version of a joke. The now strengthened man began to tear up, realizing how much he now owed the mage standing before him. He quickly knelt down and lifted the man's massive runeblade, running up to the man and sliding it over his arm and back across his back for him, helping to hold him up. The stranger thanked the man in a rhyme, and kissed his forehead in kindness, standing back straight up with effort and with the man's aid. The stranger then smiled and spoke again.

"You will have a good life. You have been freed of your strife."

The stranger then released the man and continued down the dirt road. The astonished man stared on in awe that the man had not wanted anything more of him. Just to help him... The astonished man wanted to follow. Wanted to worship the stumbling mage like a god. But the stranger was already too far away, and even with his new legs, the man would not be able to catch up. A smile creeped across the once mad-man's face. A smile of hope.

[Dark Jack]

A Rune Mage with healing abilities? A little unconventional, but I would be lying if I claimed that I was not intrigued, and as long as I am GM, originality is always welcomed in my roleplays.
There are a couple of problems that I will need to have taken care of before I can accept the character, though. Firstly, I can't accept a half-deigan, half-human. It is quite common that humans covet deigan, and not unheard of that deigan fall for humans, and sometimes love blossoms and marriages occur across the boundaries of the races - but they can't reproduce anymore than one could cross a snail with a slug (species chosen because of apparent similarities, not because of their slimy repulsiveness). Anyways, you'll have to change the race.
The other thing I'm afraid to ask is to know which runes are engraved on the rune-sword. You don't have to explain what they do, because I get the feeling that you are capable of balancing power and energy-consumption on your own, but I will at least need to know what the runes mean. Such as, what does that Spero one mean?
Also, keep in mind that one has to actually touch the hilt of one's rune-sword for the runes to work - otherwise the magical energy can't actually get to the runes. The blade also only feels weightless to its wielder, and only as long as the Unity-rune is activated. To anyone else the rune-sword will still be extremely heavy.

Once that is handled, your character is accepted.

[xbriannova]

So ah, I hope I don't sound like an attention-seeker, but what about my character? Are there still any problems with it on second glance? Is there a way to improve her?

[Autumn Leaf]

Spero roughly means 'Hope' in latin. I hope it's alright to use derivations of human languages on Earth when he uses his spells and such. After all, Latin's a dead language. If not I'll just make things up. As for his race, no problem, I'll just make him ascended deigan instead. Can Ascended Deigan be granted title of Zerulic Rune Mage or is that restrained to only humans?

As for the rest of his runes, I would assume things like 'Concorden,' 'Pacis,' 'Manen,' 'Demiar.' All spells that primarily effect the mind and how a human thinks and feels. Concorden and Pacis both meaning something along the lines of 'Peace,' instilling a feeling of docility and neutrality in another being. 'Manen' being Mania, instilling unatural happiness in another being. 'Demiar' being dimentia. And so on. Basically mind-altering spells that he specializes in. When he used 'Spero,' he was primarily effecting the man's mind. Not his physical body. Placebo effect sort of, I guess. If he believes there is hope, like the spell instilled in him, then he will find the will to stand. (When I said he was lame in the post, I meant out of weakness, not out of permanent physical condition.)

[Dark Jack]

As long as you know what the words mean it's fine with me - none of those words were amongst those I've already established for the arcane dictionary (I am writing them down in a makeshift dictionary as I use them, so that I won't make mistakes - the same with other languages). Deigan could be mages in Zerul, in theory, though it would be rather unusual - not only are deigan a race naturally talented with magic and thus would rarely fail on a scale that force them to become Rune Mage rather than proper wizards, but deigan would probably also prefer to be tutored by other deigan. An ascended deigan Zerulic Rune Mage is possible, but not likely. I'd accept it, though.
Just remember to change his appearance accordingly.

Brian... how do I say this without sounding foolish? Your character is already up to standards and operating within the boundries of the universe I put up, so part of the greater freedom I promised for this roleplay is the freedom of making your character however you want it to be - so I am reluctant to point out details about a character and say "that could be more interesting if it was different" - to me, that would be like walking up to a person and telling them how their personality, appearance and background could have been better. And now for the part where I make the least possible amount of sense... I see characters not as letters making words, but as beings that have their own minds and will and are only guided by their creators to go in a general direction. I know my characters tend to act on their own - that is when I know they are the best, and that I have truly poured a part of my soul into them. And how am I to change another being, if this truly already contains part of the soul of its creator?
That foolishness out of the way, if I had to point something out it would be that there seem to be no actual reason for your character to leave her family behind. There is a rumor that Kreshtaat is returning, yes, but those occur every so often - that is inevitable, with the Nomad's Prophecy being well over 3500 years old. All of the qualities you have described about her only makes it even more unlikely that she would leave her family behind for some quest or another - it would seem like her family would always have highest priority. A reason - any reason - would be nice, unless that is part of that dark secret of hers. Otherwise I really can't think of something.

On a different note, I added a short piece of information about notable differences in how people express themselves in Reniam compared to on Earth. I put it in Miscellaneous Information.

[Autumn Leaf]

I've a thought on why he would have to resort to being taught in Zerul instead of by other deigans. So this should be fun.

[xbriannova]

Brian... how do I say this without sounding foolish? Your character is already up to standards and operating within the boundries of the universe I put up, so part of the greater freedom I promised for this roleplay is the freedom of making your character however you want it to be - so I am reluctant to point out details about a character and say "that could be more interesting if it was different" - to me, that would be like walking up to a person and telling them how their personality, appearance and background could have been better. And now for the part where I make the least possible amount of sense... I see characters not as letters making words, but as beings that have their own minds and will and are only guided by their creators to go in a general direction. I know my characters tend to act on their own - that is when I know they are the best, and that I have truly poured a part of my soul into them. And how am I to change another being, if this truly already contains part of the soul of its creator?

That foolishness out of the way, if I had to point something out it would be that there seem to be no actual reason for your character to leave her family behind. There is a rumor that Kreshtaat is returning, yes, but those occur every so often - that is inevitable, with the Nomad's Prophecy being well over 3500 years old. All of the qualities you have described about her only makes it even more unlikely that she would leave her family behind for some quest or another - it would seem like her family would always have highest priority. A reason - any reason - would be nice, unless that is part of that dark secret of hers. Otherwise I really can't think of something.

You are indeed correct on the principles of character creation, stuff that I already knew. I could also glimpse from this that you are indeed a serious writer, for amature writers create out of instinct only, and could never explain themselves. You aren't being foolish, but the complete opposite, c'mon. I asked for your opinion, and I will embrace it. Don't worry about me too, I know what I'm doing, but thanks!

Anyway, about her leaving her family behind... Well, we'll come to that in the RP. Don't worry about it, though what you said regarding this has create greater awareness in me about this topic. Sure, I've thought up a bunch of stuff to make it understood why she's doing what she's doing but I've never really thought it was a big issue. I think I'm wrong- Annabelle leaving behind her family is indeed a big issue, and I'll make sure it gets the attention it deserves. There're many reason, both on the surface and below, why I'm saying this. Thanks!

Ghiril is a rare metal, which the penin have made their trademark to work the best. It is light as a feather, yet stronger than steel but flexible, making it good for armor and extremely powerful bows. Its appearance is unusual in that it shifts between shades of gold and purple with the light.

Haha, I just thought of something. Ghiril reminds me of Purple Gold... Except so much more than just being jewellery.

Regarding swearing... Now this part of the RP would be interesting... I can imagine alot of interesting ways to swear fantasy style now... Too bad that Annabelle doesn't really swear, not that it's, you know, a bad thing.

[Dark Jack]

Autumn Leaf, better, but there is still one little tiny problem: your character's eyes are still described as blue, whereas ascended deigan have silver-colored irises. Once that is fixed your character is accepted.

I wasn't aware that such a thing as purple gold even existed, but it does seem to have its similarities in appearance to ghiril, though the physical properties certainly are vastly different.

I added another piece of information to the Miscellaneous Information-section, this time a more in-depth explanation of the infamous drug, piaan.
Just a couple more days and I'll start the IC-thread - I'd say that people have had their fair chance at applying for a character by then. For those that want to apply but just work more slowly and carefully in the creation of their character, I will be accepting new characters after the start of the RP as well, until the RP seems to get overly crowded. I'll keep the first post in this thread updated on whether new characters are accepted at all times, and I will keep adding new information to it as it springs to mind.