[OOC] Wrath of the Gods: Apocalyptic Fantasy

[Litepow]

There is a great turmoil erupting in the World: From the plains to the mountains, terrible earthquakes violently rumble across the land, causing great buildings to tumble and homes to be destroyed. The fishing boats are being rocked by ferocious waves and fierce storms. The simple folk are being stricken by terrible plagues and sicknesses, and many are dying. On some occasions, there is what seems to be fire in the skies; Terrible red clouds that spit horrible fiery rocks to the earth, devastating the world further.

Some folks and soothsayers are saying that the terrible events that are transpiring are a message from the gods, a message stating the world has been corrupted by greed and selfishness, and that the only way to cleanse the earth is to destroy its denizens completely. Riots are being staged to the leaders of the land, and martial law has been placed. People are being slain in the madness left and right, adding to the devastation that is already occurring. Crime is booming. Looters and robbers are taking claim to the land that is shrouded in chaos and darkness. In this bleak time, there is almost no one with a positive outlook...

However, in this madness, there may be a way to end the wrath of the gods...

So welcome and such to Wrath of Gods: An Apocalyptic journey to end, well, the end basically. The main chunk of plot will be handed to you very early in the story, so your character's goal will be revealed soon.

Some basic groundwork to be laid out:

1.) Be...excellent to each other. In other words: behave children. I don't want any OOC fighting. We're all reasonable people here (I hope).

2.) As I stated in the interest check, this is a very seriously themed RP, and due to the extreme circumstances of the RP's world, there will be a lot of hardships and not-so-happy things going on. If you came here for a basic "Save the girl" type Role-play, prepare to be disappointed.

3.) No God-Modding, character killing (without my permission), OP characters, or extreme deus-ex-machina BS to be pulled out of your characters. Everyone's character is going to be a relatively normal person.

4.) Be sure to post in reasonable intervals. No offense, but if I see pages and pages worth of 1x1's right out of the gate, I may seriously scream be very disappointed. Be sure to give your fellow RP'ers time to post.

5.) If you have any questions, concerns, complaints or suggestions, you can drop me a PM or post it right here in the OOC anytime and I will be sure to get back to you in a very timely manner.

I'm going to post the introductory post once I have a few people accepted already. Anyway, here are the sheets:


CS:Name: (Self Explanatory)

Age: (Young adult/teenager to Old-man basically. No 10 year old mage prodigy's or whatever.)

Race: (Standard fantasy requirements, Humans, dwarfs, ect...:)

Appearance: (Preferably non-anime, but if you absolutely must, go ahead.)

Occupation: (You can range from a peasant to a soldier. In terms of jobs, you can be pretty much anything except anything high class, for story purposes. However, if you opt to be a soldier of sorts, you must be low-ranked.)

Personality: (Another given. Just please don't ham it up if you're going the "dark and brooding anti-hero" route...)

Bio: (Doesn't have to be in excruciating detail, just a little background on character.)

Equipment: (Weapons are allowed, but if you're character is someone with a non-violent background you're gonna have to sort of either improvise or come up with a good excuse. As we go along, our characters will find better stuff, so start small. No carrying "The level-8 super-powered master sword inherited from his demi-god father" or whatnot.)

Talents/Traits: (Everyone's gotta pull their weight somehow, you know. Correlates to your occupation and background.)

ACCEPTED MEMBERS:

[Gnome]

“Gold in blood.”

If he's not normal enough just tell me, I was trying to walk the line between interesting to play and not OP.

Name: Marlaq Veyacour

Age: Possibly 200

Race: Elf Lord

appearance

(NO GLOVES, LONG, LONG NAILS)

Occupation

Metalworking, mostly with prize metal and jewels. He crafted many works for body and home décor of other Elf Lords. He was not well known however, as he is an unusually anti-social Elf Lord. His work often became attributed to his mentor, which Marlaq didn't ever seem to care much about. At a gathering event all he would prefer to do was to examine wall hangings, chandeliers and jewelery.

Personality

One object puts an attentive gleam into Marlaqs' eyes; and that object is gold. The more of it there is, the more he is drawn to it like a moth to flame. His gaze becomes so overbearing to those wearing gold adornments, that he has been challenged to duels on many occasions (a common practice by High Elves, in defense of honor). In this way, he has won much gold; this he takes in preference to anything else, often simply undressing his prostrate opponent of their metals and then leaving the dueling arena without a word.

Bio

Marlaq is an elf gifted in a way many others wish he had never been. Elf Lords are all gifted with incredibly durable nails, which are used as weapons in duels. Marlaq possesses incredible nails; he has never treated them, and yet they have not yet broken when locked against the nails of another High Elf in a duel. He has another, mundane but rare genetic trait as well; his blood is the color of the metal he most craves. One in two thousand high elves have blood the color of gold; more possess the color silver, and commonly hues of blue and green. In the duels he participated in, Marlaqs' opponents were filled with fear when they spilled his gold blood; especially since at the sight of it, Marlaqs' face donned a ridiculous expression mixing powerful pride with out-of-control madness.

Equipment

Fancy gilded clothes, and his talented nails. He wears no jewelery, surprisingly. The only gold on him is in the threads of his suit and his moneybelt.

Talents

Marlaq's metalcrafting is hardly above an amateur level. While he covets gold, he cares not about its shape, and more about its quantity. He never trained for real combat; really, he only became talented at pissing off other elves, and then fighting them one on one. Perhaps his most applicable talent is his radiance; while all high elves produce an aura of something unearthly and powerful, Marlaq's pressure is honed and significant. He can capture the attention of many people with what he does, a sort of forced fascination, like a potent draught of charisma and intimidation.

[Gnome]

Also, can I join with 2 characters?

[Litepow]

Gnome said
Also, can I join with 2 characters?

Sure, man.

Char's fine. When I mean "normal," I mean not able to do flashy time-warping super powers and things of the "this character is so good he can kill an entire army" nature. If he has gold or metal blood or whatever, that's okay.

[Epiphany]

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Name: Erec Oak Glazer

Age: 45

Race: Human

Occupation: Erec is just a mere guard, though he isn't very good at what he does. Usually while 'guarding' he takes frequent naps or drinks to his hearts content. He pushes aside his responsibilities to dwell on the better things in life which has caused more than enough trouble for him since he gets scolded and beat by the captain later on when they find him drunk in a ditch.

Personality: He is just an average middle-aged man. He drinks, sleeps, and eats as if it were his last day(everyday). Erec is slow to anger, but he's usually under the influence when someone does manage to anger him. He is easily persuaded with fancy trinkets and currency(He'd be willing to do anything just for a few gold pieces so he can buy himself a drink at a bar). Some don't see him as a fatherly figure, more so as a wife-beater or an old coot(He still believes he is rather young, though his old age is getting to him.)

Bio: When Erec was younger and more handsome he enlisted as a soldier to serve in the army. The young boy underwent training of sorts and soon began to realize the the army life wasn't a life for him. Although, he knew he couldn't turn back and leave in the middle of training now, his peers would mark him as a traitor. So, young and foolish Erec approached the captain and begged asked him to change his current occupation for a mere guard job. Fast forward twenty years later and now Erec is swimming in whores and alcohol. He had never married, though he is pretty sure that he does have a few sons or daughters mucking about.

Equipment: Erec carries a steel spear which is sturdy enough to fight with and a knife on his hip just in case the spear decides to break like a twig.

Talents/Traits: He has some training in fighting since he originally enlisted as a soldier, he is a little rusty. Erec has a strong liver(?)

[Monster]

Ariana The Huntress

|Name| Ariana "Ana" Razun

|Age| 29 (Appearance-Wise)

|Race| Half-Blood, Dark Elf/Human

|Occupation| Ariana is a bounty hunter, just recently earning her own position in the guild after a hard apprenticeship. As a woman, she has thoroughly relied on tactics less...aggressive. Giving her an edge when it came to any situation that called for her natural ability to talk. In her line of work, it's dagger against dagger, or brawn to brain. In matters of that nature, she will most always lean on brain. She takes her job very seriously, but as new as she is, she hasn't been on too many missions yet.

|Personality| She may be young, but Ariana is very mature for a woman her age, having seen many things one could only leave to the imagination. She is very cut and dry, one for facts, and as such, is very serious. As serious as she is, she still prefers a laugh every now and then, not too often, but after enough to keep her from drowning in the shallow pit of reality that has builded up around her. She is independent, strong-willed, and at times very fiery. She has made many mistakes because of her need to be better than her male guild members, being too stubborn to accept help. This has left her somewhat reluctant to receive help, but if need be, she will not decline a helping hand. It just depends who that hand belongs to.

|Bio| Once a sneak-thief on the streets, awaiting the perfect chance to snatch the coins from an unsuspecting passerby, Ariana had managed to get caught while sliding the wallet from a armored guard. So she had thought. As her wrist had been caught in the large man's hand, she noticed the symbol of a dark red dragon skull on his gauntlet. The symbol of the Dawn Riders, a well known guild made up of strong bounty hunters, or sell-swords. Some had even progressed to guarding royalty. The man, instead of reporting her or taking her to the dungeons himself, had simply smiled down at the wide-eyed girl. The same wide-eyed girl who would be taken under the apprenticeship to leader of the Dawn Riders, who would grow with a fire in her heart and a passion behind each swing of her blade. Even more-so when she were to raise her bow, a weapon she feel's most comfortable with, blending into her surroundings in the trees. She will sit upon the branches of the highest tree she can find, reflect over her day, or relax from time-to-time.

|Equipment| Ariana has sturdy leather armor with a belt for her money. A black cloak, and the deep silver gauntlets that are made from the guild blacksmith. As for her weaponry, she has a small dagger strapped and hidden on her thigh, as well as a light hunting bow made from smooth elder-green bark, with seven iron arrows to accompany it.

|Talents/Traits| Stealth has always been a major component to Ariana, followed by her quick-thinking and matched with her ability to persuade others. She is a fair-shot with a bow, and very agile, but struggles with close-combat. As a result of her dark-elf heritage, she has the ability to see in the darkness, her eyes taking on a bright glow unknown to other races. Her human features have bestowed upon her a charm that she can use to her advantage when trying to sway those who have what she wants.

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Expect a CS from me in the next 24 hours :)

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Name: Karhs (aka Redmane)

Age: 31

Race: Orc

Appearance:

Body

Only his helmet actually covers all his face except for the eyes. He paints the skin around his eyes in black to look more menacing and to hide the colour of his skin.

Face

Except he’s younger and with slightly shorter black hair.

Occupation: Hired blade/mercenary, but has also been known to partake in banditry.

Personality: Angry by birth and menacing by reputation, Redmane often takes advantage of people’s fears. He has been called sadistic and those who have seen him in a fight remember him most of all for his dark and booming laughter. In truth however he is not as cold hearted and selfish as people might think, and in truth you’re unlikely to come to harm from him unless you give him reason (that’s not to say he won’t treat you badly or rob you however). He is incredibly confident and likes to joke at the expense of others.

Bio

Karhs cannot remember much about his early childhood save for his own name, various visions of orc men sharpening their weapons and visions of the fire and death when he was taken away. When he was but a toddler (at least by human standards) a great host of bandits attacked and killed the orcs and took Karhs as a trophy. As a result he knew nothing of his own kind, save that they were known to be brutal, evil and barbaric, and that they were of little number. They would keep him in a cage and boast about how they killed his family. They would beat him and as he got older they would make him fight; first he would fight some of the other orc children, then once they were sold or killed, he would fight dogs, then prisoners and eventually other warriors as he got older. By the time he reached adulthood he towered over many of the men who kept him prisoner and was stronger too, but he dare not try break free for they outnumbered him greatly and he did not know (and thus feared) the word outside of his captivity. He would often ask the bandits about his people, but they would laugh and refuse to tell him anything save for the details of their death.

Not long after reaching adulthood the bandits were set upon by mercenaries who had been paid by local settlements who had after long last grown tired of the bandits and grouped together to pay for a force capable of killing them (for the bandits had large numbers and couldn’t be taken easily). During the assault Karhs watched as his enslavers were butchered and felt for the first time genuine happiness; it is because of this that he would later continue to find enjoyment in battle. As the bandits withered in numbers and were drove back into the head camp they released Karhs and the other prisoners out of desperation and ordered them to fight. This was foolish however as Karhs, having already seen this coming, had plotted with the others and so they turned on the bandits themselves, slaughtering them all before then killing the mercenaries too.

Taking the armour of one of the mercenaries Karhs would forever wear the intimidating helmet with its red plume, earning the infamous title of Redmane. Discovering quickly that a hatred of orcs was found everywhere, not just from his old captors, he began hiding his skin under armour and clothing and painted around his eyes so that to most he would simply appear a large hulking man in armour. For a few years he would lead the survivors and other downtrodden warriors as part of his own bandit tribe, for he knew of no other way to live. As he got older and wiser to the world and as his tribe was killed off he decided to travel solo to more civilised lands where he could make a decent living from being a hired blade.

Equipment: Full heavy armour set, a warhammer that’s seen better days and a couple of pouches of gold hidden beneath his armour.

Talents/Traits: His two biggest assets are his strength and his ability to intimidate. Standing at around 6 and a half foot and being built like a tonne of bricks, Redmane has a natural combat advantage. His hard life has left him almost without fear although his bloodlust in the heat of battle can sometimes prove to be just as much of a downfall. Whilst he is a good fighter he relies too much on brute force, and whilst he isn’t slow he does lack technique. He cannot read very well either.

[Axela]

Note: yes, it had to be anime. No real girl was as bad ass as her.

Pandora Emerson
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Peasant. Just fighting to survive. (Minor Thief)
Personality: Very blunt, you can count on her to follow through with her promises. She doesn't want to make any friends, but she doesn't want to make any rivals either. More than likely will keep out of any danger by any means necessary while still just barely avoiding conflict. Someone who easily blends into the background.
Bio: She lived with her family until all of this started happening. Her parents were killed shortly after martial law was put in place by a few low rank guards. She knows her brother is still alive, but she has yet to find him.
Equipment: Just a simple sword, and not of the sharpest. Her father was a blacksmith and crafted it specially for her on her eighteenth birthday. Only uses it in times of desperation, and hides it underneath of her makeshift bed.
Talents/Traits: Very creative and amongst one of the smartest. Has a way with words to weasel her way out of sketchy situations.

[The RC Master]

Name: Ti Qentuis

Age: 25

Race: Human

Appearance:

Occupation: Doctor

Personality: Albeit sarcastic and cynical, Ti is always there for her friends. To her, action serves her better than speaking. She's surprisingly quite trusting and optimistic. She's arrogantly confident in her medical skills and will remain determined in fixing someone up no matter how bad the injury is. She's actually very calm, though if you touch her journal, she will snap into a screaming fit of rage.

Bio: Ti lived in a quiet little village with her younger brother. It was a lonely life, but they were happy. Unfortunately, a plague swept into the village, taking multiple lives--including Ti's brother's. It was at that point she decided to become a doctor and help others so they wouldn't become like the sibling she lost.

Equipment: She carries a simple sword and light armour for self-defense and brown satchel. Inside the bag are some bandages, some herbs, a small book on healing remedies, and her journal.

Talents/Traits: Ti has a wide array of knowledge in medicine. She's stronger than she looks, but walks with a prominent limp in her left leg.

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Going to take a guess here and say something went wrong?