You live in Caramea, a world without crime. But you remember. You remember the world of Chou. It was a world with magic. A world where everyone could use magic. But recently, by an unknown being, every person on Chou had their memory wiped and were then placed on Caramea. Because of memory loss these people could not use magic. But some people remember, they did not have their memories wiped and thus can use magic.

Soon you will have to make a decision...
Good or Evil

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Seems like an interesting enough premise, I'll bite!

Name: Renault
Age: Mid 20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Assuming Fantasy) : A tall thin figure, cheeky grin constantly plastered on his fair yet far too pallid face. A large cloak swirling behind him, a loose brown leather jerkin covering a doublet, slightly too fancy for it's purpose. Tight, form fitting breeches that refuse to remain completely flat. A feather of an eagle stuck ceremoniously in his cap, a strange shimmering glinting around the object. An ornate yet obviously battle ready saber hung to the left at his waist. A dark leather glove covers his right hand, the left ornate with various scars. A worn yet rather nice looking lute strapped to his back.
(Assuming Futuristic Fantasy): Tall, thin, almost emancipated. His eyes glitter with mischief as he stares unceremoniously at whatever catches his eyes at the time. A black leather frock coat pulled tightly against his torso, a deep purple tie and vest just visible beneath his neckline. Dark grey slacks cover his legs. A scar works it's way down over his face, just missing a half closed eye. A Ben Hogan hat atop his head, looking a bit too informal for the rest of his attire. A fencing saber strapped to his left side, this time accompanied by a bolter pistol attached to his right. A black leather glove covering his right hand, his left replaced with what looks to be a rather high quality robotic replacement. A small ukulele slung over his shoulder, strapped to his back.
Ability:
Rather Competent / Decently Skilled at 1 on 1 melee (Sword/Fencing) combat.
Extremely Charismatic
Musician - Can play a variety of instruments. Is most skilled with Lute / Ukulele.
Bard - Can infuse his music with magic, granting various buffs. ( Courage, Strength, Healing, Defense, ect.) or various detriments ( Slow, Confusion, Sleep ect.).
Cursed - Can use Dark Magics and Dark Arts at risk to his humanity.

(Futuristic)
Competent with small Handguns.
Robotic forearm : Allows for various attachments, stronger than average individual, vulnerable to electricity.

Overall:
Able to buff and assist teammates as a supporting individual. ++
Can use (somewhat limited) Dark Magics and Demonic Spells / Abilities +
Competent in one on one combat using swords. +
Very Charismatic as an individual. (Diplomacy, Bluffing, Coercion all far easier for him.) +
Very vulnerable to holy attacks and damage. --
Demonic powers inflict self damage, degrade humanity/sanity. --
Statistically below average as a combatant. -

Occupation (optional): Bard, Wandering Traveler
Personality: Charismatic, Playful, Condescending, A trickster. Will happily manipulate individuals to his own gain. Cares not for overarching ideas of good or evil. Is only motivated for personal gain. While extremely charismatic and likable, most individuals begin to sense something slightly off concerning him after an extended period of time.
Backstory: Deciding to make his own fortune instead of staying in his village, Renault set off to discover his own path as a bard. Quickly realizing he had a magical talent associated with music he sought to develop it further. In hopes of pushing his talents to greater heights he travelled to a distant mountain that was said to be home to a talented sage. He arrived, set up camp at the base of the mountain, and then remembered waking up three months later, magical talents greatly improved and a painfully pulsating pentagram carved rather harshly into his right hand. To make matters worse, before he even had a chance to understand the new magics entrusted to him the nation of Chou suddenly transformed into Caramea. Shock at the lack of magic, and fear for his possible demise and persecution, Renault became a bit more cautious... that is, until he realized that if everyone but him were able to use magic, he could blatantly use his music to his own advantage. Thus he set off, working to gain a small nest egg via manipulation and magic, hoping to get enough cash to live in decent standing, quietly, away from this new and rather frightening world wiped blank.

Accepted

Harper
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Swordsage

Appearance: Tall and muscular, but lean, with black hair down to the small of his back, tied back into a long tail with golden threads. A close-shaved goatee sits on his chin, and shimmering eyes that are so dark as to be black stare out at the world as if calculating whether it's worth the effort to kill it. Wears long, loose black-and red robes over the silvery-blue armour that serve to hide his movements and outline, and confuse his enemies

Personality: Somewhat grim, but also viciously playful. Enjoys pointed verbal barbs and sparring matches, and won't hesitate to call out a duel if he feels insulted by someone. If you value your non-crippledness, do not touch his katana without permission.

Backstory: Orphaned as a baby, Harper was raised by an old samurai who taught him the art of the sword. When he discovered his particular penchant for combat magic, he resolved to become a swordsage, and with his adoptive father's blessing, left to travel the world and learn all he could. He spent several years travelling, and became one of the most recognized warriors, but at twenty-three he found out that the man who had raised him had been killed by bandits. When he reached home, and finished paying his respects at the man's grave, he went to the bandit camp and slaughtered all of them. He has never fully recovered from the loss of his teacher, his father and the one man he ever looked up to, whose death turned him into the grim, vicious individual he is today.

Skills & Abilities:
|Swordsage| Harper wields a black katana that he uses to channel his magic unobtrusively when he has an audience. If he is out of sight, he'll really let rip with pure offensive spells and shimmering shields, but he doesn't want to expose his powers. He usually enhances his physical prowess with internally circulating magic, and will often put a lot of magic into his sword to make it faster, lighter and respond even more perfectly to his directions, not to mention allow it to cut through almost anything. He is best at offensive and defensive magic - damaging spells and shields - but is also fairly competent with the blunter healing spells, though he has little in the way of fine control over such things.
|Battle Trance| When in combat, Harper can fall into what he calls a Battle Trance, where he instinctively feels the flow of both the battle itself and the magic around him. It is similar to the state of mushin sought after in martial arts and Zen, but more powerful, because the magic can guide his actions and give him flashes of imminent danger, allowing him to predict attacks even before they start.

Equipment:
|Bloodfang| Harper's prized katana, painstakingly hand-crafted. It is far stronger, sharper and lighter than a normal weapon, and can channel much larger amounts of magic than a more usual sword. It is his only memento of his father, forged with the man just before he left on his travels, making him extremely protective of it.
|The Dragon's Scale| A set of bluish-silver armour, stylized to look as if it is made of scales. It has been enchanted with embedded shielding spells, making it a great deal more protective than simple metal.

Overall:
Very dangerous close-range combatant +++
Can heal and shield his allies ++
Has no ranged capability --
Is of little use outside combat --
Loses all sense of restraint and goes bezerk if someone tries to touch/take his sword -

Accepted

So we're beings that are magic users? what's the plot? also Hi BlackCat ^^

Well, everyone can use magic. But most don't remember how. We remember how, for some reason that thing that moved everyone didn't erase our memories. And plot wise basically they have to choose wether to join Ryuu or fight her and then once they confront her they find out their true enemy is that guy who has enough magic to move a whole bunch of people to another world. And hi!

But why would we not join Ryuu

Wat did Ryuu do

Did she take the cookies

That WHORE

Ryuu wishes destruction on Caramea. Well, really she wants balance. A balance between good and evil in this world without crime. And she probably has stolen some cookies.

OOC
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