Greetings...
I am the Goddess Skaia, the Mother of all Gods. Don't fret, we are in a dream that I have especially created for you and only you. I hear your cries for justice, and I have come to you.
I am dying, and you are in search of adventure. Your people are starting to forget me, and when a God is forgotten... They die. Religions are beginning to be branched out and slowly, I lose my followers, those who were devout.
A prophecy has been foretold that you will become a great hero, you are the prophet that will keep me breathing and blessing. A great darkness will plague the land and it is your duty to stop it from destroying the world in which you live in... Will you help me?
Wake up... And rise.

You are a future hero, no matter your past. You were specifically selected by the Goddess, Skaia. The first step to becoming a great hero is to enlist in the upcoming war! Yes, the kingdom that you live in is going to get invaded by the kingdom west of it. And currently, the Great King Rivern is in need of as many soldiers as possible.

Of course, after the war, all of you will be considered 'Heroes' by the kingdom. Which soon spirals down due to the Dark clouds that are rolling over the kingdom, they bring sickness and strange creatures which you have never seen before. At this point, you now must travel far and wide to the source of the looming clouds and exterminate whatever is controlling it. This is no easy task that will be finished within a night, heavens no. You will be faced with grueling tasks, starvation, disease, ambushes and much much more. Will you survive?

Species List and Caste System:

Elves: The highest and 'purest' species in the kingdom, they are considered to be nobles and rule over all. Their most noticeable feature is their height and long pointed ears. Their women are slightly shorter than the men. The king of the kingdom must always be elven.

Humans: The Middle-Class workers on the kingdom, they are usually the ones that enlist as soldiers. The men are relatively tall, though there can be some exceptions. Most who aren't soldiers are either farmers, stonemasons, or blacksmiths.

Demons: The lowest of the caste system, they are the poorest and most hated race in the kingdom, they live on the outskirts of the capital city and try their best to survive. They rarely enlist for wars and when they are needed, the recruitment soldiers simply take boys who are older than the age of twelve and leave with them. Their blood is blue, which is considered to be an oddity and their most noticed feature is their horns and oddly colored skin(The possibilities are endless). The men are oddly tall, taller than the elves and their women are petite.

How we will start off:

We will all start off waking up after the dream of the Goddess and her telling of the prophecy.

- If you are an Elf you will wake up in a comfy bed and start off your morning however you like it, but soon you will hear your parents discussing the upcoming war. Strangely, you are interested and head off to enlist. Elves usually don't participate in wars due to their nobility, but you do it anyways. If you are a female elf, you must prove your worth in combat or begging.

- If you are a human, you will wake up in your cottage and start off your morning by helping your parents with the farm or work, you will see recruiters in the distance riding on their horses, but you pay no mind to them until they come by and state that they need boys to join in the war. You seem eager since the Goddess has stated that you must join no matter what. If you are a female Human, you must prove your worth by begging or combat.

- If you are a Demon, you will wake up in your hut, hearing screaming and crying. As you exit the hut you see recruiters gathering up the boys to use for the war. You are forced to come along with. If you are a female Demon, you must prove your worth by either sparing a relative and going for them, or combat.

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Rules:
1. No Godmodding
2. Don't make too many of one species
3. Please wait 5 minutes before replying to something, it makes it hard for me to keep track of things if you constantly blast each other with posts D:
4. Have fun!
5. Usual RPG rules apply here.
6. Co-GM is Toxx

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Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Biography:
Personality:
Appearance:
Crush: (If any)
Any Skills In Combat?:

Accepted Characters

Name:
Brutus Kingsly

Age:
Twenty-One. (21)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Strictly human.

Biography:
Originally born on a quaint farm as the youngest son of a family of retired warriors, knights, and brawlers, Brutus had a rough, yet honest life. He wrestled with his older brothers, growing calloused after every punch, grapple, and kick. He learned how to ride horses and bulls, wrestle down cows larger than entire sheds, and how to reinforce armor and weapons over the forge. He made a living, after moving away and buying his own quaint hut, by building weapons and armors for the elves and soldiers. This whole...dream thing was odd; he didn't see himself as hero material, but...the challenge was welcomed.

Personality:
Brutus is certainly a tough customer once you first meet him. Gruff and cold, he isn't one for the company of inky little rich weaklings, nor pity-party demons. He's generally a boy who respects strength and efficiency, and despite his rough demeanor, he is a loyal man who loves the thought of busting heads or crushing throats. If you manage to break his rough outer shell, you can expect a man who will protect you with his life, although his dark sense of humor and serious nature may run others away.

Appearance:
Tall, standing at 6'2, with a muscular, brawny build that boasts his constant work over the fire, along with his break-backing work wrestling horses an mules, along with taking care of the occasional bandit, bully, or thief, Brutus is definitely someone you wouldn't want to mess with. He has a strong, chiseled face, with pronounced jaw bones and a thick red scar that tears from his cheek to his neck. His messy, yet feathery black hair covers his intense brown eyes, and runs down his neck in thick locks. Brutus has fairly tanned skin, and he usually wears regular brown pants, leather boots engraved with iron, and a protective, thick, sleeveless leather shirt with patches of iron sewn in occasionally, as to not limit his agility or speed, but still give a protective edge. Brutus has iron and leather gloved gauntlets constantly on, along with an iron shield and greatsword on his back.

Crush:
No one.

Combat Skills:
Brutus is tough, strong, and fast - an instinctive thinker and an even tougher enemy. He's skilled with larger weapons - greatswords and hammers, and he's exceptionally skilled with his hands - wrestling and beating up men older and bigger than himself does that to a boy. He has some experience with a crossbow.

Yo.

Accepted, of course.

(Without the Neko parts)
Name: Jiro Koulston

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Biography: Jiro lives in a common farm with his father, mother and his little sister Nettle of the age of eight. He does what he can around the farm which branches off into many minor tasks. This includes sweeping of hay, planting and harvesting while making sure all the animals are fit and ready to do their jobs around or within the farm. You could say that Jiro is physically fit but not tremendously strong. He has the stamina to achieve all the goals set by his parents around the farm and still have enough energy to do household jobs if needed. This makes Jiro quite a hands on and busy individual for his age, yet to be fair other children around his age in the same scenario are just as busy. He has not attended school in his life, his parents never could afford any education for him and will probably never be able to send Nettle to school either. With this disadvantage, Jiro is unable to read, yet he was always a good counter. He learned to count as he began doing work around the farm for example counting the chicken eggs etc. His social life isn't great either, having not met friends through school and most of the time being at home or working on the farm, therefore his social skills as a whole are quite misshapen as he becomes somewhat nervous around new individuals.

Personality: Tends to act slightly nervous around new individuals until warming up to them. Can be clumsy at times and make a fool of himself. Avoids physical brawls due to his lack of confidence in his inner strength and of the fact that he is a peaceful and caring person to the right ones. Likes to keep himself busy as it was his upbringing to always be busy and have something to do on the farm. Chooses to gain peoples respect through his kind heart and compassion than by anything of a negative degree.

Appearance: Thin dark brown hair that almost floats in a soft breeze. Some facial features such as his nose and lips are quite small compared to his medium sized emerald green eyes. His physique is slightly muscular from working at the farm. The skin around his body is just a tad bit pale strangely enough even though he is always out in the sun. Jiro wears casual peasant leather clothing, nothing too shabby. Along with a pair of hard leather boots.

Crush: No

Any Skills In Combat?: Never before had he seen combat, the closest he probably got to combat was fighting the chickens so he could catch them for supper, so as you can tell the dream had quite an impact on him. He wasn't exactly, hero material.

Accepted!

Thankyou, I have not role-played in a while, I hope I do not make any mistakes or disappoint but I am sure you will let me know if that happens. Glad to be along on the ride.

You'll be fine, don't worry.

Name:
Artemis Grayfallow
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Species:
Elf
Biography:
Born a mute(is this cool? If not will change instantly), Artemis never had to worry about not being able to be understood. Her parents taught her to use her hands to talk. She had two loving parents who were very high ranked in the courts of the kingdom. Anything she asked for she received, everything but the freedom to roam the lower parts of the town. They forbade her to go anywhere or talk to any one that was lower rank than their family.The younger children often tried to suck up to her getting into her good graces. She ignored them and stayed by herself. Her parents paid for private lessons making sure their only daughter could take care of herself.
Personality:
Artemis has a silent personality. She would rather listen than be listen to. She watches and waits. She hears and responds. This doesn't mean she is a push over. She can give whatever she takes, she is ready to fight when ever the need arises. If she doesn't like some one she will clearly let them know. She is also kind and gentle but would rather keep her emotions hidden not letting people see them.
Appearance:
Crush: No
Any Skills In Combat?: Archery is by fair the skill she excels at. She can hit a moving target with ease. She isn't too bad at swordplay either but prefers the bow. She has daggers hidden in her boots.

Accepted!

Name:
Orcus Ghoul

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Species:
Demon

Biography:
Orcus was born as a demon and had to live the life as all the demons in the lower part of society of the Kingdom. Having no way to make money or get work his father was offering Orcus to human farmers, blacksmiths or anyone that needed extra hand or some heavy lifting in exchange for coin. Orcus was sold to a stonemason when he was 9 and his father was happy for getting a nice amount of coin and getting rid of extra mouth. If before that Orcus was working for coin that his father received then now he fully became a slave of a human who was not the nicest person in the Kingdom. Doing whatever his master told him, Orcus, was getting stronger and stronger as lifting the heavy stones and transporting them from one place to another was leaving the mark. Besides his physical strength and size his horns were also growing really fast and after 2 years they were so long that in one unlucky day he accidentally cut his masters arm by just turning his head when the master called. The cut was just a scratch but the master would not leave it and he ordered to saw Orcus horns off. Few years later his master died when a large stone crushed him...was it an accident? Everyone still thinks so. His master being dead, Orcus got his freedom and went back to his fathers hut which was empty as his father died a year after selling Orcus. Someone robbed and killed him but he was a demon, so no one paid much attention to it.

Personality:
Orcus is a quiet and serious demon that makes him always look angry when its not true. There are many things that can make him explode and become aggressive so it's fair to say that Orcus is hot tempered, maybe that's why his skin is red, he's like a volcano. As Orcus had a rough life he hates those who think to high of themselves, like elfs for example, but he doesn't hate right on spot, before seeing the true colours.

Appearance:
Orcus is around 6.7ft(204cm) tall with a really muscular red coloured body. He has no horns as they were cut when he was 12 and never grew back. You can see the bottom of the horns coming out of his forehead where the horns were cut


Crush:
Not yet

Any Skills In Combat?:
Working for the stonemason Orcus mastered variety of tools but has no real weapon skill.

Could you be able to take off that special? It seems a little too strong.

Epiphany said
Could you be able to take off that special? It seems a little strong.

Umm, its nothing special, it's how a human body works IRL...I didn't say my character is invincible, so Im bit confused why you think it is OP.

She didn't say that it was OP - Just that it seemed a little strong.

"As being hot tempered Orcus can reach berserk outrage stage where his body pumps with adrenaline and rage which puts him in something like a shock mode in which he do not feel pain or fatigue, have extra strength and moves faster than usual."

For one, if it's how everyone's body work, then you don't really have to notify it. She was working on the pretense that your character seems to have a sort of 'special ability', when we want to keep the RP strictly medieval/normal until later on, where it begins to get a bit more...different.

Ok, fine, np then. Sorry for disturbing :). Cut that part out!

It's no problem, man. ^^ Sorry if I seem a tad snappish or abrupt; it's 1 AM, and insomnia's being a bitch. I can see our characters potentially being a devastating duo if they get along, by the way, haha.

I have a question (before I upload my CS), if an Elf were to learn how to use a sword growing up, who would teach them?

Maybe a personal trainer? Elves are rich, afterall, so they can afford such luxuries. ^^

Mmkay.

And is that Farkas I see?

~CS~

Name: Elisith Bleakwood

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Elf

Biography:
Elisith grew up learning to be a proper lady, a highborn who was destined to marry into another family and continue its lineage. She known for her exquisite needlework and was taught by only the finest of teachers how to dance as gracefully as the water itself. Elisith was content with this lifestyle, for a time. During her teenage years, a newfound adoration for the warriors and swordsmen that fought for the King surfaced and Elisith took it upon herself to learn their ways. While it was not recommended for such a lady to take on swordsmanship in her House it was not condemned either, meaning she was freely allowed to use whatever resources she pleased. A sword in hand, Elisith found it far easier to frolic about like a nuisance than it was to charge head-on with a sword weighing more than she did. With the right momentum, only the heaviest of blades felt like more than a pen in hand.

Personality:
Elisith is very polite and has still retained her ladylike composure from when she was younger. She often speaks quite formally, so much so that even to a close companion she would talk as though she was speaking with the King himself. Elisith can need frequent reminding that not everyone was born into such nobility.



Crush:
None currently.

Combat skills:
Elisith's movements are lithe and graceful and her technique is somewhat like that of a dance. She wields her sword in one hand with nothing in the other. Although her actual ability with a blade is flawed, Elisith uses agility to make herself a frustrating target to hit.

All accepted!

@Whitney: Nice eye. It is, indeed, Farkas.