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Anyone there?

Yup, I'm here, I'm always here. I'll have a post up later tonight.

I'm still kickin', boss.

I'm here, work's just kicking my ass. I'll have a post for you tonight, I'm running a DnD game here in about ten minutes and then I work for 4 hours after that.

Guys, I apologize for the late post. I'm almost done writing it up, but I'm completely wiped from today. I will definitely have it up by tomorrow. <3

I'm still here. I've even figured out the important part of my post. It's not getting written up until at least Thursday though.

Alrighty, post is up! Enjoy guys!

I've got the death epizootic cold/flu/death thing running around my neighborhood so I'm a bit under for the duration. x_x

Nooo, Nilly! :c Feel better!

I AM BETTER

But I just got off work and words are hard. Post in morning. Seriously though this time.

EDIT: Posted, not entirely sure what is happening because so many things are happening all at once but let me see if I've got this right:

Gaudette, Pullo, Missile, and now Kresnik are standing/sitting/slouching at the bar in various ways and Kresnik is magically-flirting chatting with Bruce to get a meal.

Ganti and the other bard and some guy passed out are in a booth?

Am I correct? ~_~ Sorry, this cold medicine is seriously scrambling my brain.

Lionheart said
My question is, are there any limitations to what characters we can submit? Like could I submit Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Cloud Strife or something as my character?

Somehow, I totally missed this. O_o

No limitations - if you really wanted to sumbit Obi-Wan, or Cloud Strife, be my guest. Just know that the GM is... less kind to these characters. xD

I will say this, I'm tempted to bring back Fernando because he was such a hit. :|

That would be glorious xD

I really, really need a tooth pulled and I don't think I can post until that's been done. Hopefully very fucking soon.

Griffin Boy

Name: Erzraen
Race: Half human /Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Height/Weight: 5’ 10” 150lbs
Personality/Interests: Grim, angry and depressed by nature, closed offish, dislikes and distrusts people in general. He is very well educated in killing people but not in much else.

Appearance: Handsome, striking features

Details:
Body build: Lean and lanky, muscular
Hair: Short, messy, windswept look
Hair color: Blonde with shallow brown roots
Skin color: Pale white
Eye/Iris color: Blue
Notable Features:
His left arm is always engulfed in a blue flame from the elbow to the tip of his fingers. He is very close to a particularly ferocious griffin and is never very far from it.

Clothing Description:
Loose grey wool parachute pants, matching vest, grey stone ring anklet around left ankle

Equipment :
none

Weapon(s)
none

History:
“Lightning is the sky’s way of warning us that things are about to change…” Those were my mother’s last words. There was a thunderstorm that night, the night she was murdered. I was tied to the beam closest to the alter where she was laid on; close enough to hear her whisper her last breath. They were all gathered there in the shrine house, the entire village. They chanted in quite, chilling tones. They reached into her chest and pulled from it her heart, crimson and still beating. I trashed against the ropes that held me fast but it was useless. I wanted to do to every one of them the same that they had done to her, but that was before I knew that they controlled me. She was murdered the first night of my seventeenth year of life and it was on that day that my left arm ignited and was engulfed in an unending blue flame and the same that a great gale of wind emanated from my right hand. They killed my mother to offer her as a sacrifice to me. They tore out her heart and forced it into my burning hand and cheered and it burned in my grasp. I cried and my tears fed my hatred for them. I loved her so much and they slaughtered her for me. How I long to slaughter them in return…

The Story Master

Name: Tyros Atrems, The Story Master
Race: Human
Gender:Male
Age:28

Height/Weight: 6' / 170lbs
Personality/Interests:
Very charismatic, passionate, and enthusiastic but he doesn't display much emotion; most people only see him happy, content, or angry.

Appearance:
Handsome, clean shaven, and well-kept the Master of Stories carries himself well. He is always presentable.

Details:
Body build: Healthy, Lean and muscular
Hair: Medium length thick hair
Hair color: Darker reddish brown
Skin color: White- Tan
Eye/Iris color: Green
Notable Features: Top hat and long maroon coat

Clothing Description:
Victorian style clothing, white ruffled tunic, black tweed trousers, black leather boots, long maroon tweed overcoat with black satin lapels, black cravat, gray scarf, black riding gloves, tall black top hat with a maroon hat band, brass-rimmed goggles. Copper pocket watch.

Equipment:
The Wreaths of Sentient Blades
Amulet of (invisible temple name here) - opens rifts through space and time
Whistles of summoning - given to him a dear friend who happened to be a conjurer (4 total)
Each whistle is magically bound by an element:
One of fire: Summons the great lyre-fox
One of air: Summons (insert name here) the dragon
One of water: No current designation
One of earth: No current designation
-Each whistle is capable of summoning a beast bound to it from any plain as well as containing a beast in suspended animation. In this suspension the beast is not conscious and does not age however if the whistle is destroyed while a beast is contained within it said beast would die.

Weapon(s):
The book of subjugation-
A mysterious book that The Story Master himself cannot read and he received it as a gift from someone who could not read it either. He does know its basic function, at the reciting of an incantation the book can absorb any magic attack and store and repel that attack with another incantation. But that is all he knows of the book.

Wreath of Sentient Blades - An array bladed weapons of various magical or technological power. Each blade is bound to the wreath with their consent. The blades can be removed from their binding should they choose and if the wreath's wielder consents. The wreath itself will protect the blades when invoked and on the battle field, from those who would seek to steal them or harm the blades or their wielder. Blades can be added as well but no more than twelve blades can be bound at any given time. The blades are housed in the Ring's Wreath and can wielded by invoking the ring. Each blade can be held or hover of its own accord by the magic of the wreath and the blade's will. The Wreath of Sentient Blades contains twelve swords currently:

1] Haizeal- an oversized berserker blade (buster sword) just heavy, with a magic jewel which holds stores of energy the sword has the magical affect to grant its wielder twice the strength their own limbs posses. -Human level intelligence-
2] Fusani - produces flames at it its own will. When this sword is released it is very hot, about 900 degrees Fahrenheit, the average temperature of a campfire, and grows exponentially as it is kept out of the wreath. Naturally, it gets hotter at a rate of about 10 degrees per every fifteen minutes. However, depending on the sword's emotions, it can get much hotter much faster. At its hottest, the sword can reach temperature of over 2000 degrees. At its hotter temperatures it would set fire to whatever it came in contact with. The sword can protect its wielder up from any harm that temperature would deal but the sword must do so consciously. In the event that the sword loses control of its emotions it becomes careless and would be unable to protect its wielder.-Greater level intelligence-
3] Yminger- The frozen dagger of Ymor Ymir's Son the first great leader of the Frost Giants and posses the soul of Ymir the First of Giants. The sword is made of a melding of steel and magic and is more ice than it is steel. Its blade is at least 0 degrees Fahrenheit but can reach temperatures of -200 degrees. The longer the sword is out of the wreath, the colder it gets. After five minutes of being released, touching the sword would freeze one's finger solid within 30 seconds. The colder it gets, it can begin to affect the weather. in the event that it was raining near by the sword it could start to snow. After a long time of being out it could make walls of ice from what ever it touched. Similar to the fire sword it would protect its wielder from the extreme temperatures. -Greater level intelligence-
4] The triple dagger- throwing daggers magically bound -Robotic like intelligence-
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7] Entangling Whelp- A short-sword that when plunged into the ground vines spring forth immediately growing from the sword. The sword must be wielded to produce vines and its wielder can manipulate them at will they start off weak but get stronger and produce more vines as time passes-Human level intelligence-
8] Brazen Light- a dagger made entirely of diamond with no hilt; emits a blinding light as soon as it is released from the wreath and does not stop until replaced.
9] Ji Zai- An enchanted Halberd that weighs approximately 5 ounces and when swung can create winds up to 40 or 50 mph winds-- looks similar with glowing green runes along the spine
10] Astrapez- A hand-and-a-half sword constructed in the Highs, a technological marvel the blade generates electricity -Robotic like intelligence-
11] Ma-jahiel- Known as the broken blade, the brother Of Haizeal, forged by the same master blacksmith, a reverse grip blade that increases the speed of its wielder (twice as fast) incredibly brittle and has been broken three times in battle -Child like intelligence-
12] Noxfein- A long granite sword that vibrates and causes earthquakes has a blunt sharpened edge, when wielded the wielder can manipulate earth (much like an earth bender) -Child like intelligence)

Talents/Abilities:
He has a knack for anything he tries. The greatest story teller alive, he is incredibly charismatic. Nicknamed the charmer of dragons. It has been said that he has charmed his way into royal courts and high councils. He is honorable in this way and he only tells the truth; he just tells it better than any other living person. He is a sort of collector of magical artifacts.

Spells:
The weather changes wherever he is depending on his mood. This is due to a spell once cast on him by a witch he once fought.
Emotions effects:
Anger - Thick, heavy fog,get heavier the angrier he gets
Happiness - Sunshine
Sorrow - Snow, falls slow but heavy at a rate of about a foot per hour or two
Nostalgia - Rain, thunder shower

History:
The rain fell heavy over London’s grey streets as he walked up the stairs of the imposing manor. His uncle was well off and he knew that much but the size of this place was far more than a simply professor could afford. If his uncle lived here why were he and his family nearly homeless? He grasped the ordinate knocker and rapped on the door three times. A few minutes passed and his uncle swung the door wide opened.
“Tyros my boy!” The large graying man engulfed Tyros in a firm embrace. An unusually long embrace... When his Uncle finally released him he was in tears.
"I had no idea my dear sister was struggling so, and for so long. I wish she had contacted me sooner."
The large man let loose a great wailing.
"I sent aid to you family this morning, they will be well from now on. And I will provide you with a proper education my boy."

Tyros could not believe his ears. Tears welled in his eyes as well; his family would be okay. The two embraced again and wept there for a long while.

His uncle was an influential professor of archeology and mythology the University of Oxford. And over the next two years Tyros was giving the best instruction in academics and etiquette money could offer.

One day when his uncle returned from a business trip and he called him into his study to show him something. The windows were shuddered and atop his old cedar desk sat a cage covered with a tarp. His uncle gestured him to remain silent and to come closer.
His uncle slowly removed the cover to reveal a small mammal looking creature. The creature woke from a slumber. Lifting its head it yawned, and stood to stretch. As it stretched a pale blue light began to light the room. The light was radiating off the small beast and slowly grew brighter until the animal was covered in it. Like a pale blue flame it radiated and flickered all over its body as if the beast was on fire. The whites of its eyes glowed. It was the most amazing thing the boy had ever seen; he was speechless. He just stared in awe.
"It's a Lyrefox," said his uncle.

Every few weeks his uncle would leave for business and return with some new wonder mostly artifacts of magical nature.

When Tyros was 11 years old his uncle was visited by a rather peculiar old colleague. The colleague was frantic at his arrival. After a few days into his visit he calmed down but from the moment he arrived he begged Tyros' uncle to venture somewhere with him urgently. Eventually his uncle conceded to the trip under the condition that Tyros could accompany them as well. So the three of them left the next week.

They were guided to a jungle uninhabited and wild. Deep within it his uncle's colleague had found a temple that he swore was invisible. When they reached the sight that he pointed out they saw vegetation growing up in the shape of what looked to be a ziggurat, but there was nothing holding the vegetation up. The three of them went inside through what looked like thin air. But inside they found a temple of immense size and beauty. It was ancient, Tyros could not even imagine how old the structure must be.

The party crept ever deeper into the temple until they arrived at it's center. There they found an amulet with a large gray stone resembling a diamond set inside it. The amulet gave off a dull light; it rested upon a type of altar in heart of the temple. The three marveled at it's beauty. Tyros was entranced. And his uncle could tell.
"You may it take Tyros, consider it a prize for your efforts thus far."
Smiling in gratitude and surprise Tyros slowly reached for the amulet. As soon as his fingers came in contact with it he felt a strange burning sensation in every vain in his body. That was the last thing he remembered.
He woke in a grassy plain. He was confused and every inch of his body was sore. He could barely see straight. He just lied there for a long while. When he gathered a bit of strength he pushed himself up trying to remember what had happened and where he was. He looked around and all he saw for miles was an empty grassy plain. Then he saw something he did not believe or understand. Far from him on the horizon was a massive black structure. Whatever it was it was many times bigger than any of the many mountains he had ever seen.

Born in America in the Victorian era to an impoverished family, he was went to England at the age of 11 to take work under a well-to-do maternal uncle to support his family. His Uncle was an eccentric professor of archaeology and mythology. Our Story Master worked in the library of the university, his uncle was in charge of all incoming books and artifacts. His uncle took him to all excursions and research trips he went on. He found out quickly why his uncle was so eccentric. The young story master was exposed to a side of the world that was thought to be fictitious. He saw magic and myth very real before his eyes. He lived out fairy tales and fables and lore as real as the ink on the pages they were written on. One day a colleague of his uncle came knocking. The colleague was stricken with joyful panic at a discovery he had made. He and his uncle accompanied the colleague to some far away remote region where there where they were shown the discovery a temple dating thousands of year old that stood before them invisible. inside they found many riches but the prize was gem of unknown power. When our story master came into contact with it he was flung through time and space. He found himself in another plane of existence. Using the gem he traveled from dimension to dimension in thirst of knowledge and adventure. He lived and experienced things that no other had before. It was as if he has lived many lifetimes. He had been everything from a counsel to kings, to a simple farmer. He is the greatest story teller of all time.

The Soul Thief

Name: Jeannot Markos Boisvert, often referred to as The Soul Thief
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Height/Weight: 5' 9"
Personality/Interests: 170lbs

Appearance: Composed, clean shaved and slightly disheveled looking.

Details: Fairly handsome, rather grim and arrogant looking
Body build: Slender build, lean but a little muscle
Hair: Messy medium length
Hair color: Dark Brown
Skin color: White rather tan
Eye/Iris color: Reddish Green
Notable Features: He ALWAYS wears a Dark Grey scarf

Clothing Description: Usually wears gray skate shoes, pale green parachute capris (something between this and this), light gray tank shirt, a canvass backpack with leather trim, and ALWAYS a dark grey scarf. Sometimes wears aviator sunglasses and a pale green beanie hat with a black leather trim.

Equipment

Studies in Advanced Magic
(For equipment that needs to be better/more in-depth explained, it's better just to title it and then give the explanation... it makes your CS more tidy and more thorough ;)Like the way you did it below: what is this studies in etc etc? what is in it: spells, lessons on how to do spells, incantations, recipes for potions? etc etc.)

Spirit Housing Scarf:
A scarf that houses several generations of past soul magic masters all tethered to the scarf. These masters communicate spiritually/mentally with Jeannot and whomever else they please. They offer their guidance and wisdom in every decision he makes.

Weapon(s)

Unphysical Sever: A small knife with two blades. One blade is made solely of magic it looks to be made of shifting and shimmering light. The handle is black and in the shape of a sphere and at the other end there is a blade made of steel.

Talents/Abilities Thoroughly trained in the physics and science pertaining to magic, including biological engineering and "soul tethering". He is good at stopping, negating, lifting, expelling, and otherwise rendering many spells, curses and magics void. He is particularly good with magic of the soul, "summoning" or manifestation magics, and illusionary magic.

He is capable of "sensing" the souls of other to a fairly large range around him. This sense is aided by the Masters and he can feel the ambiguous nature and intentions of the souls he senses.

He is great at recon work as he can remove his own soul from his body with the unphysical severe binding it to the body. This is however rather dangerous because his body is left unconscious and susceptible to attack.

Spells

He conducts magic like a physicist. He prefers to use magic as a means of experimentation and manipulation of the physical world. He does however incorporate a bit of magic in his combat. Mostly in illusion and increasing his speed and accuracy.

History: (This is old history, right? Since he's from the Crossroads?)

Jeannot Boisvert was a very bright student in Valence, France. About a month into his second year at Lycée his physics professeur asked for assistance in a project he was working on. This professeur had become his good friend over his first year at the school and he was happy to oblige.

The day he was to help he met his professeur in his office after classes. The professeur sat at his desk in the rather small and dimly lit room, reading from a large and old leather-bound book. His normally cluttered desk was clear except for the book, a lamp, and a brilliant blue scarf that was laid out flat across the length of it. Jeannot loved to visit his office, it was a terrific mess. Each wall had selves full of books both very old and very new. Each shelf had trinkets and mementos from past students stacked next to, on top of, and between the countless books. Jeannot noticed something new each time he visited. The proffeseur looked up from his book as the student walked in.

"Ah, Jeannot my boy come in, come have a seat," said the taller old and graying man behind the desk.
"I have an unusual question for you Jeannot, but please humor me."

The boy nodded.

"Thank you," he said in an even tone. "Now, what do you know of magic?"

He was serious. The boy could tell from his voice and posture. But Jeannot could not help but looked confused. "I'm sorry sir I don't think I follow you," the boy said uncertainty written all over his face.

The professeur face grew insistent. "Real magic, what do you know of it?"

Still confused Jeannot answered, "Not much I guess Professeur, only what is written in fables and fairytales. Magic is fiction as far as I can tell."

Unsatisfied the professeur rose to his feet. "That is why I want your help my boy," he said with excitment rising in his voice. "I think those works of fiction are as real as anything you see in this room, maybe just a bit exaggerated thats all." "Magic is just science that has yet to have been explained, and without the sciences we have today the people of old just wrote these truths off as magic."

Now Jeannot understood. It was the professeur's passion for all things physics coming through here. "Of course sir I would have to agree with you." The old man was caught up in the excitement of his new project.

"Then come my boy, let go to the lab and get started!" Said the professeur with a good deal of enthusiasm. He picked up the scarf off the desk as the two walked out of the little office.

The physics lab was always rather cold. Jeannot shivered when the two entered the sterile feeling room. His professeur tossed him the scarf and he gratefully wrapped in around his neck.

"Are you familiar with they double slit experiment Jeannot?" Asked the professeur.

Jeannot nodded.

"What will be doing is trying measure levels of certain particles and then alter the positioning of those same particles by observation of a wave-function, in an experiment that expands upon the double slit."

The two spent a couple of hours setting up instruments to conduct the experiment. Once they began, a small unreal white light emitted from the instruments. It was beautiful, unlike anything Jeannot had ever seen. The light began to grow and take on a life of its own. The light rose to the ceiling and trailed slowly in circles round the room. With something in his hand the professeur raised his arm up to the light and it gathered at the end of his hand. He quickly gave it to the boy, "Here Jeannot, take this." What was in his hand looked like a knife made of light.

Jeannot was transfixed by it. The professeur then took the scarf off the boys neck and urged him to look at the strange thing of light through a tinted lens on the other side of the lab. Through the lens it was as if the light was green and it shimmered all the more. the professeur took the scarf and placed it on the counter beneeth the lens and said, "It looks like a knife doesn't it Jeannot?" Still in awe Jeannot nodded. The professeur smiled and said, "Try to cut the scarf with it, down its length like this," while he gestured at the scarf. "Oh! And after you do be sure to get take the book off my desk when you leave this evening." The boy nodded, dumbfounded, and cut at the scarf. But it did no damage. He turned to ask his professuer what it meant, but the old man was gone...[/i]

[b]Character Garbagey Garbage, Garbage:[b/]

Jeannot has a lab of secrets that is full of some of the most advanced technology available in the Highs. Including:

[b]The Spirit Transistor:[b/]
Much like a dual soul severe that is connected by a spiritual "cord" that can transfer a soul from one body to the next without the soul loosed. The soul is tethered to the transitor during the process and CANNOT by normal means be sent to the valley of the shadow of death during the transfer.

[b]Corpse Constructing Table:[b/]
Builds bodies from scratch using the base elements needed to do so. Works much like a 3D printer.

Alrighty, so. The plan was to post tonight, but unfortunately, a college project snuck up on me >.>;; However, I definitely be posting tomorrow before I go to bed (hopefully, sooner than this, but expectations).

@KitN
Feel better! I can only imagine the pain. e_e

Alrighty, post will be up in a few minutes (after I edit it), but something I would like put up there. Just for this weekend, mainly because I haven't been consistent with my postings and I would like to get the post cycle back on the weekends, I will be posting twice. Whoever responds by Sunday, I will be putting up another post.

But yes, enjoy guys!

Rather sad night at work, drunk guy wandered in and drank 3/4s worth of a big bottle of Listerine before we called for paramedics for him. :| Eeeehhhh.