A master craftsman, long ago, made eight swords that were so perfect, the gods recognized their skill and blessed them each with their own power. With two of them, the Warlord Octavius Tharas began his conquest of the rest of the known world. Generations later, the world is mostly at peace, with the exception of the one country that the Tharans failed to conquer. They have become restless as of late.

Here is a Google Doc containing the world. Please read it carefully before doing anything. You can't really get by without knowing the info in there. Also, bear with me if I add to it as time goes on.

The swords that are unavailable are:
Earthshaker
Witchblade
Seeker
Seer
Water Dragon
Whisper

The others are still up for grabs, but please PM me if you want one of them and we can hash out the character.

I'm still working on the prologue post, bear with me for a little while until I get it up, and then the RP can commence.

Feel free to fill out a CS, don't worry about format as long as it's readable and gives all the info we need.

Name: Vidal “Ace”* (last name forgotten; barely remembers first name)
Age: has been an undead for 35 years now; looks, eh, late twenties to early thirties
Appearance:
http://rynnay.deviantart.com/art/Tired-Smile-223934033?q=favby%3AJaveneRoze%2F9438032&qo=952
http://rynnay.deviantart.com/art/Cyrus-faces-216673082
http://rynnay.deviantart.com/art/The-Wraith-344997146?q=gallery%3ARynnay%2F42056&qo=15
http://rynnay.deviantart.com/art/Run-Cyrus-Run-181944177
Country of origin: Altair; came from the sky
Background: Vidal “Ace” was an only son of an Altair couple. He outlived both his parents and carried on with his father’s business with the help of a merchant friend and mentor. He dealt primarily in legal trade and hoped one day to have an Altair bride and continue the line. Until the fated day of meeting a particular person. An Osmad who thirsted for riches beyond dreams plunged the Witches’ Blade into his heart. Upon waking back to the living world without a beat in his chest, the Osmad commanded his life and business. For years, Vidal “Ace” worked for this man, splitting whatever profits he made. His legal business sunk and shady but hefty profit transactions took place. He smuggled cargo and people across countries through sideways and backways only he knew. He found ways to avoid pirates and the empire. He worked mainly out of Tharan’s biggest trade market and his reputation grew amongst the merchant community there as the go-to guy for whatever needed to be transported in secret or under the nose of the empire.

Then, one day, he was free of the Osmad’s rule. In attempt to get his life back before the Osmad, Vidal “Ace” switched his smuggling to primarily trading tobacco. But every once in a while, Ace would revert back to his smuggling if only to relieve the boredom life was now costing him.

Notes:
*Vidal never gave up his real name to vendors, merchants or to the people he smuggled. He was given the nickname "Ace" by the community. Sort of like a codename.
*becomes wielder of the seer - whether he likes it or not

He also has a little pet
http://engelszorn.deviantart.com/art/Little-Gem-251341354?q=favby%3AJaveneRoze%2F9438032&qo=162

Name: Naira Tupaarnaq Antiman

Age: 28

Appearance: http://youtu.be/EPOIS5taqA8

Country of origin: Dam Hurmding Mountain.

Background:

It should be noted that the Dan Hurmding expect women and men to learn warfare and hunting. The harsh climate and battle oriented culture requires the whole population to be skilled at both in order to survive, not only half.

Raiding a child take a village, is a style of parenting taken to heart by her group. Her mother died in a hunt when she was ver young, her father is unknown to her. She and the other children were passed around the town learning manners, skills, and discipline from each adult.

As an older child Naria was given the task of goat-herding. Dan Hurmding goats are huge aggressive creatures. She had to cross the more dangerous parts of the mountains in order to follow and protect them. The climbing made her strong, the wilds made her wise. Naira proved from an early age to be an excellent hunter and warrior. Capturing her first snow leopard at nine, and participating in her first raid at 13 (16 is the customary age of war however, she was involved in a raid coincidentally. She was travelling and her company fell under attack, the tide turned in their favor, and they were not content with chasing off their aggressors. They followed them home and conquered their village.

From years of herding she is a skilled survivalist, and very independent (even by Dan Hurmding standards). So far she has never taken a mate or partner, always defeating her suitors in their proposal battles. She attends group events from time to time, but always returns to the mountains. The Dan Hurmding are united now, and do not battle amongst one another anymore, the mountain itself is the greatest opponent she could hope to face, so that is where she chooses to return.

This hunter and goat-herder was traveling in the mountains lowlands… and met a strange woman carrying stranger stories…

People can feel free to submit CSs, I would like for you to do so by PM first.

Name Nicias Askani
Age 30


Country of Origin
Background
All I ever knew was shifting sand and starry skies. Our town in the nation of Osmad consisted of mercenaries. Those who did the work of the Osmados, to the outside dessert we were barbarians; Honorless blades for hire. But to ourselves we were just people trying to get by. We did not thrive off of our expertise but we survived and provided for each other. I remember clearly the deadliest sandstorm in history. We had seen hundreds before but none like this one. They say the god of death sent it just for us, as penance for our way of life yet it didn’t wipe us all out so I don’t believe it. Some of us survived, not enough to rebuild. So we moved, dispersed is more the word.
I took the sword of my people and endeavored to move from the land of endless sand to live among the endless stars. To that mean I did what I had to do as an Osmad to become and airshipment. They didn’t seem too different from my peoples sand sails that slid across the sand when the wind blew. The airships were just smoother and more constant in movement. But here I am now, aboard the Mountaintaker. A dying dream made reality. It was the winds that took my people, now it is the winds I ride.

The only objection I have is the picture, which is very much out of sync with the Osmad physical traits.

I can look for something else. How brown do you want him? He has the dark hair. He' tall, i can see why he doesnt look thin but do you mean malnourished skinny or just lean. Just let me know what to look for.

Osmads:
"Physical: Brown skinned and dark of hair. Eyes black or brown. Tend to be tall and thin, but there are exceptions, particularly the wealthy who eat well.
Real World: Combination of Middle Eastern and African."

from the google doc

your character looks like a nomad of some kind compared to other descriptions.

so...its just the skin color thats off. ok

yeah I think that's all that's wrong with the pic
possibly the armor too.... but wait on that from gisk.

I changed the picture. its no big deal i just have to find a picture of a decent looking sword now. hope the picture works now.

ah god i'm so bored

i went over to the gallery and now i want to make my own with my photomanips i've been doing

but what should I call it??

Yev's Gallery - sounds plain and dull

Yev's Digialized stuff - ??

Yev's Motivational Works - ??

Yev's Pics

....I'll think up more
just spamming this thread for now

Digital Yev?

I think I'll go with Digital Yevin

hey everyone, was juts poking around the ooc and was curious if you were still taking CS's"

You'll have to PM Gisk your CS and await his approval.
So far, as I know, we are still open.

We are in fact still open. Pretty wide open, in fact. I do hope you've read everything. I know it's an awful lot.

I did think that there were some people making characters.

I'll laugh if this turns into another trio-thing.

Nah, we still have Arthanus, at least.

I could finagle that, I guess.