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CorruptedShadow The Warrior of Sunlight
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Hey everyone,
Just wanted to check in with you all. The light master should be coming shortly, I know Wayward has been having some personal issues that has limited his posting, and the Guild having so much downtime is no help either. I'd ask that you all please be patient with us. We'll try to get this up and running as soon as possible.
Just wanted to check in with you all. The light master should be coming shortly, I know Wayward has been having some personal issues that has limited his posting, and the Guild having so much downtime is no help either. I'd ask that you all please be patient with us. We'll try to get this up and running as soon as possible.
PerniciousIntent
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Sorry for being absent :[ - are there still spots open?
It looks as though the last apprentice of light spot is opened, unless it's reserved.
It looks as though the last apprentice of light spot is opened, unless it's reserved.
GM
Yep, there's still a spot for a Light and a Dark apprentice, if I'm not mistaken.
PerniciousIntent
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Then I shall have a character up soon. A light apprentice. :]
PerniciousIntent
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I took some liberties with her history. If anything doesnt fit just let me know.
Name: Matilda Threnedold
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Old Bastion
Affiliation: Light
Appearance: Matilda stands at, for a girl, a tall 5'10" and weighs a hefty 165 lbs. She has a heavy build; all over her body, her muscles have noticeable definition. This is a young woman with an impressive strength shown just beneath her skin. As much as she is muscular, it is not overtly or unattractively so. Matilda shows a regal countenance at all times, her features set in a perpetual visage of calm confidence. However, her soft brown eyes show an uncertainty that belies her cool exterior. She has shoulder length blonde hair that she keeps loose.
Casual Attire: Matilda dresses in simple clothing. Normally, she wears an unadorned white blouse, loose and long sleeved, with black pants and black boots. Plates of her armor remain along her shoulders and torso even in her more laid back outfits, which she prefers.
Battle Attire: Her armor is surprisingly light for someone with her skill set, but this is because Matilda is used to having to dart around the battlefield to where she is needed.
Personality: Matilda is not a specifically introverted person, but it is more characteristic of her to remain silent than speak out. She has shown to be intelligent, and works cooperatively with others without issue, but she does not seek contact. She does not hesitate to speak, but she thinks about what she says before she speaks. To those close to her, she has proven to be firmly loyal, and a comfort. Matilda is pleasant to talk to, and most people find her friendly and approachable. The only quirk to this royal maiden is that she has been quoted with many sarcastic and disparaging remarks aimed towards herself. The one inconsistency with Matilda's bearing as a noble is her crippling self hatred. When asked about herself, she will use the words useless, weak, and wasteful. She views herself as a hideous human being.
History: Matilda was born to a family of knights. Her line, ever since their family's earliest written records, have all been knights, regardless of gender or other petty individualities. The worth of someone in the Threnedold household depended solely on their ability to be a knight. The Threnedold family had served as the protectors of a small merchant town on Old Bastion. They lived there for uncountable generations, and they always held the same purpose: to protect the town. As such, Matilda spent her life training to take up her position in the family business. Her training included the fields of combat and magic, as well as survival, strategy, and politics (although these lessons were specific to that town and hold little merit in the outside world). Ever since she could remember, she ate, slept, and breathed knighthood,
Growing up in such a forced environment tends to make children unstable. Ever since she was a child Matilda was told that she had to be better. Eventually, it seemed to her as though she was never good enough for anyone. There was little emotion in the Threnendold household; the six boys she called siblings were mere sparring partners, and her parents just instructors and preachers of their way of life. Even though to some, she is strong and skilled, when compared with her brothers Matilda was always the weakest. She grew up feeling and thinking she wasn't good enough, and was often the butt of jokes and pranks from the boys.
The town they protected was a small one, more a village than anything else, and it resided on the outskirts of the world Old Bastion. It had more criminal activity than other towns, but the town only needed the single family of knights to keep it safe. However, as Heartless activity increased, Old Bastion was not unaffected. This town, and many other villages and districts along the outskirts, were targeted. When Matilda was 15, her hometown, the very reason for her and her families' existence, was invaded by the inky black creatures. Along with the neighboring towns, the Threnendold's heart and soul was ravaged by the crawling monstrosities. It was not instantaneous. For days, Matilda and her family tried to protect the small village from the onslaught, but they had never fought the creatures before. Before her very eyes, Matilda lost her brothers and parents, until the only survivors of her small town where her and a group of peasants that had managed to find safety with the walls of the leaders of the town. Matilda defended the area for five days, alone, until keybladers showed up to take care of the threat. By then, they were too late, and the small group couldn't even stay in their home. There was nothing left.
Matilda went with the refugees to the nearest towns, under the escort of the keybladers, but when the rest of the townsfolk left the convoy to settle, Matilda left with the keybladers. There was nothing left for her anymore, and she thought the noble cause of the keyblades were the most appealing of options. After her training as a keyblader began, it did not take long for her to be chosen by one. She is a natural protector.
Ever since her family's death, Matilda has felt the sharp bite of self blame. She knows she wasn't skilled enough to protect her family. In a way, she joined the keybladers because she felt she wasn't good enough to do anything else. She kept herself near those who she views as superiors so she didn't have to worry about what would happen when she failed again.
Other Notes: Matilda's poor opinion of herself isn't a secret, but it isn't necessarily an open topic either.
Battle Information
Weapons: Adamantine Bulwark
Abilities:
Cure: Matilda can heal the wounds of herself and others. It can be done to either one person or a group, depending on the severity of the wounds she plans to heal.
Reflect: A spherical shield forms around the target of this spell. It can block any type of physical or magical attack, depending on the strength of her opponent.
Guard: With her keyblade's affinity, Matilda has a strong block. It can withstand more than the average block.
Taunt: Matilda can encourage enemies to attack her instead of 'weaker' allies.
Defensive Stance: Matilda falls into a crouched stance, making her much harder to damage. She can't attack with much power in this stance, but she can last quite long in battle with it.
Other Information: Matilda is a protector. Her abilities all connect to protecting and taking care of others. She has an affinity for all healing and shielding magic, as well as warding and protection spellcraft. Her physical abilities are similar, they revolve around personal protection and battle stamina. She is able to protect groups of civilians from harm efficiently.
Notes:
Name: Matilda Threnedold
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Old Bastion
Affiliation: Light
Appearance: Matilda stands at, for a girl, a tall 5'10" and weighs a hefty 165 lbs. She has a heavy build; all over her body, her muscles have noticeable definition. This is a young woman with an impressive strength shown just beneath her skin. As much as she is muscular, it is not overtly or unattractively so. Matilda shows a regal countenance at all times, her features set in a perpetual visage of calm confidence. However, her soft brown eyes show an uncertainty that belies her cool exterior. She has shoulder length blonde hair that she keeps loose.
Casual Attire: Matilda dresses in simple clothing. Normally, she wears an unadorned white blouse, loose and long sleeved, with black pants and black boots. Plates of her armor remain along her shoulders and torso even in her more laid back outfits, which she prefers.
Battle Attire: Her armor is surprisingly light for someone with her skill set, but this is because Matilda is used to having to dart around the battlefield to where she is needed.
As opposed to this picture, her armor is the beige patina of battle-worn silver (which is shown in the first reference picture).
Personality: Matilda is not a specifically introverted person, but it is more characteristic of her to remain silent than speak out. She has shown to be intelligent, and works cooperatively with others without issue, but she does not seek contact. She does not hesitate to speak, but she thinks about what she says before she speaks. To those close to her, she has proven to be firmly loyal, and a comfort. Matilda is pleasant to talk to, and most people find her friendly and approachable. The only quirk to this royal maiden is that she has been quoted with many sarcastic and disparaging remarks aimed towards herself. The one inconsistency with Matilda's bearing as a noble is her crippling self hatred. When asked about herself, she will use the words useless, weak, and wasteful. She views herself as a hideous human being.
History: Matilda was born to a family of knights. Her line, ever since their family's earliest written records, have all been knights, regardless of gender or other petty individualities. The worth of someone in the Threnedold household depended solely on their ability to be a knight. The Threnedold family had served as the protectors of a small merchant town on Old Bastion. They lived there for uncountable generations, and they always held the same purpose: to protect the town. As such, Matilda spent her life training to take up her position in the family business. Her training included the fields of combat and magic, as well as survival, strategy, and politics (although these lessons were specific to that town and hold little merit in the outside world). Ever since she could remember, she ate, slept, and breathed knighthood,
Growing up in such a forced environment tends to make children unstable. Ever since she was a child Matilda was told that she had to be better. Eventually, it seemed to her as though she was never good enough for anyone. There was little emotion in the Threnendold household; the six boys she called siblings were mere sparring partners, and her parents just instructors and preachers of their way of life. Even though to some, she is strong and skilled, when compared with her brothers Matilda was always the weakest. She grew up feeling and thinking she wasn't good enough, and was often the butt of jokes and pranks from the boys.
The town they protected was a small one, more a village than anything else, and it resided on the outskirts of the world Old Bastion. It had more criminal activity than other towns, but the town only needed the single family of knights to keep it safe. However, as Heartless activity increased, Old Bastion was not unaffected. This town, and many other villages and districts along the outskirts, were targeted. When Matilda was 15, her hometown, the very reason for her and her families' existence, was invaded by the inky black creatures. Along with the neighboring towns, the Threnendold's heart and soul was ravaged by the crawling monstrosities. It was not instantaneous. For days, Matilda and her family tried to protect the small village from the onslaught, but they had never fought the creatures before. Before her very eyes, Matilda lost her brothers and parents, until the only survivors of her small town where her and a group of peasants that had managed to find safety with the walls of the leaders of the town. Matilda defended the area for five days, alone, until keybladers showed up to take care of the threat. By then, they were too late, and the small group couldn't even stay in their home. There was nothing left.
Matilda went with the refugees to the nearest towns, under the escort of the keybladers, but when the rest of the townsfolk left the convoy to settle, Matilda left with the keybladers. There was nothing left for her anymore, and she thought the noble cause of the keyblades were the most appealing of options. After her training as a keyblader began, it did not take long for her to be chosen by one. She is a natural protector.
Ever since her family's death, Matilda has felt the sharp bite of self blame. She knows she wasn't skilled enough to protect her family. In a way, she joined the keybladers because she felt she wasn't good enough to do anything else. She kept herself near those who she views as superiors so she didn't have to worry about what would happen when she failed again.
Other Notes: Matilda's poor opinion of herself isn't a secret, but it isn't necessarily an open topic either.
Battle Information
Weapons: Adamantine Bulwark
Her keyblade is not black as it is shown, it is pure white, with no other colors present. The glare caused by this blade and the sun is often a problem for her enemies, but she seems to have no problem with that herself. Her keyblade has the ability to focus on attacks to block, meaning that all she has to do is motion toward an oncoming attack and her keyblade can block with little purposeful direction. 
Abilities:
Cure: Matilda can heal the wounds of herself and others. It can be done to either one person or a group, depending on the severity of the wounds she plans to heal.
Reflect: A spherical shield forms around the target of this spell. It can block any type of physical or magical attack, depending on the strength of her opponent.
Guard: With her keyblade's affinity, Matilda has a strong block. It can withstand more than the average block.
Taunt: Matilda can encourage enemies to attack her instead of 'weaker' allies.
Defensive Stance: Matilda falls into a crouched stance, making her much harder to damage. She can't attack with much power in this stance, but she can last quite long in battle with it.
Other Information: Matilda is a protector. Her abilities all connect to protecting and taking care of others. She has an affinity for all healing and shielding magic, as well as warding and protection spellcraft. Her physical abilities are similar, they revolve around personal protection and battle stamina. She is able to protect groups of civilians from harm efficiently.
Notes:
Mike the Bloodwolf Wolf and Dragon Fanatic
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Can I reserve a Dark Apprentice and I'll make a Cs when I find the time to?
Little Bird Caffeinated Lifeform
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I severely apologize for holding us up for as long as I have been. Between personal issues, site down time and a healthy dose of writer's block, it's been tough getting my character sheet together. I'm posting everything that I've finalized thus far right now so that I can work the rest of the information in from my phone as I finish it if need be.
Name: “Master” Yaun Lao
Age: 70
Gender: Male
Home World: Old Bastion
Affiliation: Light
Physical Information
Appearance: Evidenced by his looks, it’s obvious that Master Lao was a powerful warrior in his heyday. He’s a taller man, standing at nearly six feet three inches in height, with a somewhat broad form to accompany it. He boasts a tight physique, one of visible muscle. However cut and evident this inner muscularity is, it is house beneath a thinning exterior, beginning to deteriorate in the Master’s old age. His strength is viewed through a wrinkled, tightly worn skin that would easily expose the elder’s bones if he weren’t as well built as he was; in appendages such as his hands, fingers and toes, this effect is already taking prominence.
He is paling somewhat in his age, more so in that a natural tan now gives way to a growing grayness. The top of his head has gone through complete loss of hair, exposing some liver spots and a numerous instances of scarring atop his dome. Of the notable scars are the six marks, created through voluntary burning, upon his forehead. The remnants of his hair are upon his face, where a white-gray beard falls to chest length, meeting seamlessly with a mustache and sideburns that run from just above his ears. Situated beneath a pair of bushy white brows, Lao’s eyes bear a sharp, leaf shape and black pupils that radiate an inherent strictness.
Casual Attire: Lao’s casual dress code is built upon relatively simple garments, though often decorated by something of ceremonious meaning. When at rest, he is in some assortment of robes and shawls. Typically his robes are orange in color, though other aspects of these outfits tend to vary from time to time. In these ceremonial garments, Lao is typically seen with several sets of wooden, inscribed beads, often worn around his neck and wrists; they are of spiritual meaning to him. Other manners of dress when not on the field of battle consist of gis, worn when training his students. They are typically white, though not without age and their share of permanent stains, accompanied by a black belt with a white stripe running the length down the middle.
Battle Attire: In a pinch, Master Lao will leave for battle in his casual attire, whether his robes or a gi. However, old habits die hard, and he will always adorn his old armor when time for preparation is allowed. As with his robes and gi, the armor is relatively simple, but effective in combat. Modelled after a Far East aesthetic, is commonly worn over two other layers of clothing. The first layer is typically a heavier weight gi designated for wearing in real combat. Over this, Lao wears a set of leather pads over his arms, legs and torso. The armor he wears is similar to plate mail, but not so thickly worn as those of Knights. While made of metallic material it is somewhat lighter in weight, and covers a similar range of of his body the padding worn beneath it, with the addition of shoulder guards. Of the pieces of Lao’s armor, the shoulder guards are easily the most ornate. While the other pieces are the tried and true basics, an artisan gave some decor to the shoulders, which have been forged to roughly resemble the shape of a dragon’s head, and painted over to a similar effect.
Personal Information
Personality: Lao takes fondly after his old Master, Zaal Foleski in his demeanor as a very much down-to-earth sort of person. He’s no kook and no dreamer, but a steadfast, albeit self-proclaimed realist. His most adherent beliefs are in the importance of efficiency, effort and proper preparation. Lao is a man of strategy and patience when it comes to handling most situations, preferring to investigate and research before jumping to too much action. However, his judgment is keen as to know when the right time is to move arises, and he is quick to act when the situation calls for it and unafraid to do so blindly in a pinch. He holds adamantly to the ideal that time spent idle is time wasted, and seems to rarely sleep, especially when tensions are high.
Having witnessed the horrors of wars and the tribulation people such as himself must deal with, he practices a sort of tough love towards his pupils. His methods are rough, and his commands called in a harsh voice. He’s not a believer in shortcuts as some instructors tend to be, and thus, his training takes an impressive length from day-to-day, often lasting hours on end during the waking daylight hours. Yet this regime of rough edged drilling and practicing is balanced by by caring disposition that keeps the better interests of his pupils at Heart.
He is quick to remind them at the end of every day that the training they go through only makes them stronger to fulfill their duties and, as important, stay alive themselves. No day of training goes without time for meals and plenty of rest either; three square meals and the full eight hours a night in times of peace are common in his schedule. His eyes are sharp on the affairs of his students, and he can frequently spot troubled minds amongst them, offering fatherly advice with little hesitation. Lao is a sort of Master who is willing to lay down his life for the sake of students’ well being.
History:
Early Life
Lao’s recollection of his life before age ten is scant, pieced together by a few memories that he’s construed into a viable story over the years. These memories include a vast farmland overlooked by a small house, a burning field that recurs through his dreams every now and then, the sound and silhouette of a man bellowing battle cries a woman sobbing and the feeling of a soft pair of hands gripping him protectively as a sword unsheathed. From these images, the best explanation he can produce for anyone asking about his childhood was that it took place amid an age of violent war. Many of the lasting scars he has to show seem to date as far back as sixty years, proving the assertion that, as a child, he survived through a slew of raids, skirmishes and all out battles as a youth. The exact details of these incidents, however, will always remain unclear.
On the other hand, how Lao came to part from this violent childhood is very clear. Sometime after one such incident he awoke to find his memory lapsing, a sharp pain shooting about his head, indicating he had taken a serious blow. His savior was a middle-aged man by the name of Zaal Foleski. Foleski, as it turned out, was also a Keybearer, a wielder of a magnificent yet frightening weapon known as the Keyblade. This much, Zaal explained to Lao as he sat up, confused by his ordeal. Begging answers, the young Lao was informed of his destiny, and pointed to a Keyblade of his own sitting against the foot of his bed. Several weeks of hesitation followed this revelation, until early one morning, Yuan Lao approached Zaal Foleski’s door, requesting the commencement of his training as a Keybearer.
Apprenticeship
Apprenticeship under Master Foleski was no meager thing. As one of the most respected Masters amongst the Keybearer’s he held himself as teacher to match the reputation he had earned on the battlefield as a disciplined and skillful warrior of both the physical and arcane arts. The training to which Lao was subjected was one that drove him ragged and frequently turned his perspective in one-eighties. Foleski drew from both the formal training he had received from his Master years before and real world circumstance into the construction of his regime. In one instance Lao found himself in the orderly, boot-camp style training of physical conditioning and technical drilling; at any moment though this routine would break off into a less routine exercise, far more chaotic and demanding not of rigid form, but creativity.
Foleski’s training never really ended. Day-in and Day-out, Lao was always being tested by his Master. Random duels were a frequent element over the course of his training, especially during the sluggish midnight hours. The end result would, naturally, be as Foleski had intended: Yuan Lao was both disciplined to hold his morals and standards high while being aware enough to think on his feet when the world threw him for a loop. By the time Lao was 18, Foleski even went so far as to dub Lao as an assistant in his continued career as a teacher of the Keyblade. Lao himself began to grow into a respectable Keybearer and was very quickly pitched to assume a position as a Master as soon as his training had been truly completed.
Yet now amount of clout could ever bridge the gap between Lao and his fellow Apprentice Axeus. The boy had come along to the Bastion some time after Lao had begun training. As it happened, it was Master Foleski that took the ambitious non-wielding Axeus in as a student.Axeus, despite being as young as he was, proved to be one of Lao’s most formidable rivals through the latter half of his Apprenticeship; it was a rivalry that was mutually felt. Lao clashed with Axeus on many occasions, both in training combat and in debates on philosophical ideals of the roles of Keybearers, over which he found himself firmly against his adversary’s stance on the matter. With each passing clash in which he engaged Axeus, Lao became more aware of his sinister nature, which he could tell their Master had long known and worried about. He did his best to keep Axeus in line on Foleski’s behalf.
The World Eater Confrontation
Over the years of his Apprenticeship, Lao had accompanied Master Foleski on various expeditions to the outer worlds, where reports had been filed of “something big” floating in the void of interspace. As the sightings mounted, so did the reports of worlds being lost to unknown forces make their rise. Merchant ships relayed regular tales of how the worlds they had originally been scheduled to deliver to seemed to have just vanished from existence. The search for a supposed “World Eater” became the center of Lao’s life, its continued activity spurring him towards many investigations alongside his Master.
It was only a matter of time until the investigations came to a head. After several years of tracking the unseen force across the outer edge of the Realm of Light, the Keybearers had managed to track the phenomenon into a corner, The alarms were raised and all available Keybearers were dispatched to Ancient Desert on the spot, forced to drop anything they had been working on in the moment. Age 20 at the time, Lao had been ordained as a fully trained Keybearer, and was thus, independent of his old Master’s absolute whim. Nonetheless, he departed for Ancient Desert alongside Foleski, remaining close to his mentor for his first true battle as a Keybearer.
Arriving on Ancient Desert, Lao moved immediately to engage the World Eater joining his Master in seeking out a weak spot upon the beast’s massive form. The battle dragged on for hours. The hours eventually turned to days as the World Eater pressed back to Keybearers’ assualt. Despite their numbers and power, the strength and resilience of the World Eater proved too much for the contingent; even the call for other warriors beyond the Keybearing population did little to provide headway. After nearly two weeks of battle, the efforts of Lao and the other Keybearers yielded a potential weakness to exploit. Combining all of their efforts into attacking the World Eater’s weak spot, the Keybearers saw success.
Still, there were casualties as the beast grew privy to its own shortcoming. By the end of the first day of the renewed assault, Master Foleski counted amongst the dead. Lao resolved to put an end to the World Eater, and, begrudgingly, formed an alliance and a ploy with his old rival and colleague Axeus. The next day, the two spearheaded a final attack against the World Eater. With a larger contingent of Keybearers distracting it, they lead a small band of powerful warriors to land a succession of lethal blows to the World Eater. Before long, the beast lay in defeat. Yet, for some reason, the remaining Keybearers could do nothing to vanquish it for good. With no other option, the Lao and the other Keybearers channeled the Light within their Hearts to create a prison, within which they were able to seal the World Eater away.
As the Years Rolled On
The years moved on after the battle against the World Eater. The few Keybearers that remained established themselves back on Old Bastion. With Master Foleski dead Lao (and Axeus, for his recent acquisition of a Keyblade) were declared Masters in their own rights, and began taking on students of their own over the years. Both new, young Keybearers and non-wielders were welcome under Lao’s tutelage; over time, he would train a multitude of students on Old Bastion. During the course of these years, he rose to a position of prominence amongst other Keybearers. Continuing to clash with Axeus, whose ambitions of power grew increasingly out of control since the battle on Ancient Desert, Lao was a driving force behind the rogue Keybearer’s expulsion from Old Bastion, an effort that earned the respect of many of his colleagues and increased scorn from others.
In the more recent years, Lao has taken on a new team of Keybearers, which he has seen as a blessing, as he has come to notice strange, unsettling disturbance...
Combat Information:
Weapon:
Abilities: WIP
Name: “Master” Yaun Lao
Age: 70
Gender: Male
Home World: Old Bastion
Affiliation: Light
Appearance: Evidenced by his looks, it’s obvious that Master Lao was a powerful warrior in his heyday. He’s a taller man, standing at nearly six feet three inches in height, with a somewhat broad form to accompany it. He boasts a tight physique, one of visible muscle. However cut and evident this inner muscularity is, it is house beneath a thinning exterior, beginning to deteriorate in the Master’s old age. His strength is viewed through a wrinkled, tightly worn skin that would easily expose the elder’s bones if he weren’t as well built as he was; in appendages such as his hands, fingers and toes, this effect is already taking prominence.
He is paling somewhat in his age, more so in that a natural tan now gives way to a growing grayness. The top of his head has gone through complete loss of hair, exposing some liver spots and a numerous instances of scarring atop his dome. Of the notable scars are the six marks, created through voluntary burning, upon his forehead. The remnants of his hair are upon his face, where a white-gray beard falls to chest length, meeting seamlessly with a mustache and sideburns that run from just above his ears. Situated beneath a pair of bushy white brows, Lao’s eyes bear a sharp, leaf shape and black pupils that radiate an inherent strictness.
Casual Attire: Lao’s casual dress code is built upon relatively simple garments, though often decorated by something of ceremonious meaning. When at rest, he is in some assortment of robes and shawls. Typically his robes are orange in color, though other aspects of these outfits tend to vary from time to time. In these ceremonial garments, Lao is typically seen with several sets of wooden, inscribed beads, often worn around his neck and wrists; they are of spiritual meaning to him. Other manners of dress when not on the field of battle consist of gis, worn when training his students. They are typically white, though not without age and their share of permanent stains, accompanied by a black belt with a white stripe running the length down the middle.
Battle Attire: In a pinch, Master Lao will leave for battle in his casual attire, whether his robes or a gi. However, old habits die hard, and he will always adorn his old armor when time for preparation is allowed. As with his robes and gi, the armor is relatively simple, but effective in combat. Modelled after a Far East aesthetic, is commonly worn over two other layers of clothing. The first layer is typically a heavier weight gi designated for wearing in real combat. Over this, Lao wears a set of leather pads over his arms, legs and torso. The armor he wears is similar to plate mail, but not so thickly worn as those of Knights. While made of metallic material it is somewhat lighter in weight, and covers a similar range of of his body the padding worn beneath it, with the addition of shoulder guards. Of the pieces of Lao’s armor, the shoulder guards are easily the most ornate. While the other pieces are the tried and true basics, an artisan gave some decor to the shoulders, which have been forged to roughly resemble the shape of a dragon’s head, and painted over to a similar effect.
Personality: Lao takes fondly after his old Master, Zaal Foleski in his demeanor as a very much down-to-earth sort of person. He’s no kook and no dreamer, but a steadfast, albeit self-proclaimed realist. His most adherent beliefs are in the importance of efficiency, effort and proper preparation. Lao is a man of strategy and patience when it comes to handling most situations, preferring to investigate and research before jumping to too much action. However, his judgment is keen as to know when the right time is to move arises, and he is quick to act when the situation calls for it and unafraid to do so blindly in a pinch. He holds adamantly to the ideal that time spent idle is time wasted, and seems to rarely sleep, especially when tensions are high.
Having witnessed the horrors of wars and the tribulation people such as himself must deal with, he practices a sort of tough love towards his pupils. His methods are rough, and his commands called in a harsh voice. He’s not a believer in shortcuts as some instructors tend to be, and thus, his training takes an impressive length from day-to-day, often lasting hours on end during the waking daylight hours. Yet this regime of rough edged drilling and practicing is balanced by by caring disposition that keeps the better interests of his pupils at Heart.
He is quick to remind them at the end of every day that the training they go through only makes them stronger to fulfill their duties and, as important, stay alive themselves. No day of training goes without time for meals and plenty of rest either; three square meals and the full eight hours a night in times of peace are common in his schedule. His eyes are sharp on the affairs of his students, and he can frequently spot troubled minds amongst them, offering fatherly advice with little hesitation. Lao is a sort of Master who is willing to lay down his life for the sake of students’ well being.
History:
Lao’s recollection of his life before age ten is scant, pieced together by a few memories that he’s construed into a viable story over the years. These memories include a vast farmland overlooked by a small house, a burning field that recurs through his dreams every now and then, the sound and silhouette of a man bellowing battle cries a woman sobbing and the feeling of a soft pair of hands gripping him protectively as a sword unsheathed. From these images, the best explanation he can produce for anyone asking about his childhood was that it took place amid an age of violent war. Many of the lasting scars he has to show seem to date as far back as sixty years, proving the assertion that, as a child, he survived through a slew of raids, skirmishes and all out battles as a youth. The exact details of these incidents, however, will always remain unclear.
On the other hand, how Lao came to part from this violent childhood is very clear. Sometime after one such incident he awoke to find his memory lapsing, a sharp pain shooting about his head, indicating he had taken a serious blow. His savior was a middle-aged man by the name of Zaal Foleski. Foleski, as it turned out, was also a Keybearer, a wielder of a magnificent yet frightening weapon known as the Keyblade. This much, Zaal explained to Lao as he sat up, confused by his ordeal. Begging answers, the young Lao was informed of his destiny, and pointed to a Keyblade of his own sitting against the foot of his bed. Several weeks of hesitation followed this revelation, until early one morning, Yuan Lao approached Zaal Foleski’s door, requesting the commencement of his training as a Keybearer.
Apprenticeship under Master Foleski was no meager thing. As one of the most respected Masters amongst the Keybearer’s he held himself as teacher to match the reputation he had earned on the battlefield as a disciplined and skillful warrior of both the physical and arcane arts. The training to which Lao was subjected was one that drove him ragged and frequently turned his perspective in one-eighties. Foleski drew from both the formal training he had received from his Master years before and real world circumstance into the construction of his regime. In one instance Lao found himself in the orderly, boot-camp style training of physical conditioning and technical drilling; at any moment though this routine would break off into a less routine exercise, far more chaotic and demanding not of rigid form, but creativity.
Foleski’s training never really ended. Day-in and Day-out, Lao was always being tested by his Master. Random duels were a frequent element over the course of his training, especially during the sluggish midnight hours. The end result would, naturally, be as Foleski had intended: Yuan Lao was both disciplined to hold his morals and standards high while being aware enough to think on his feet when the world threw him for a loop. By the time Lao was 18, Foleski even went so far as to dub Lao as an assistant in his continued career as a teacher of the Keyblade. Lao himself began to grow into a respectable Keybearer and was very quickly pitched to assume a position as a Master as soon as his training had been truly completed.
Yet now amount of clout could ever bridge the gap between Lao and his fellow Apprentice Axeus. The boy had come along to the Bastion some time after Lao had begun training. As it happened, it was Master Foleski that took the ambitious non-wielding Axeus in as a student.Axeus, despite being as young as he was, proved to be one of Lao’s most formidable rivals through the latter half of his Apprenticeship; it was a rivalry that was mutually felt. Lao clashed with Axeus on many occasions, both in training combat and in debates on philosophical ideals of the roles of Keybearers, over which he found himself firmly against his adversary’s stance on the matter. With each passing clash in which he engaged Axeus, Lao became more aware of his sinister nature, which he could tell their Master had long known and worried about. He did his best to keep Axeus in line on Foleski’s behalf.
Over the years of his Apprenticeship, Lao had accompanied Master Foleski on various expeditions to the outer worlds, where reports had been filed of “something big” floating in the void of interspace. As the sightings mounted, so did the reports of worlds being lost to unknown forces make their rise. Merchant ships relayed regular tales of how the worlds they had originally been scheduled to deliver to seemed to have just vanished from existence. The search for a supposed “World Eater” became the center of Lao’s life, its continued activity spurring him towards many investigations alongside his Master.
It was only a matter of time until the investigations came to a head. After several years of tracking the unseen force across the outer edge of the Realm of Light, the Keybearers had managed to track the phenomenon into a corner, The alarms were raised and all available Keybearers were dispatched to Ancient Desert on the spot, forced to drop anything they had been working on in the moment. Age 20 at the time, Lao had been ordained as a fully trained Keybearer, and was thus, independent of his old Master’s absolute whim. Nonetheless, he departed for Ancient Desert alongside Foleski, remaining close to his mentor for his first true battle as a Keybearer.
Arriving on Ancient Desert, Lao moved immediately to engage the World Eater joining his Master in seeking out a weak spot upon the beast’s massive form. The battle dragged on for hours. The hours eventually turned to days as the World Eater pressed back to Keybearers’ assualt. Despite their numbers and power, the strength and resilience of the World Eater proved too much for the contingent; even the call for other warriors beyond the Keybearing population did little to provide headway. After nearly two weeks of battle, the efforts of Lao and the other Keybearers yielded a potential weakness to exploit. Combining all of their efforts into attacking the World Eater’s weak spot, the Keybearers saw success.
Still, there were casualties as the beast grew privy to its own shortcoming. By the end of the first day of the renewed assault, Master Foleski counted amongst the dead. Lao resolved to put an end to the World Eater, and, begrudgingly, formed an alliance and a ploy with his old rival and colleague Axeus. The next day, the two spearheaded a final attack against the World Eater. With a larger contingent of Keybearers distracting it, they lead a small band of powerful warriors to land a succession of lethal blows to the World Eater. Before long, the beast lay in defeat. Yet, for some reason, the remaining Keybearers could do nothing to vanquish it for good. With no other option, the Lao and the other Keybearers channeled the Light within their Hearts to create a prison, within which they were able to seal the World Eater away.
The years moved on after the battle against the World Eater. The few Keybearers that remained established themselves back on Old Bastion. With Master Foleski dead Lao (and Axeus, for his recent acquisition of a Keyblade) were declared Masters in their own rights, and began taking on students of their own over the years. Both new, young Keybearers and non-wielders were welcome under Lao’s tutelage; over time, he would train a multitude of students on Old Bastion. During the course of these years, he rose to a position of prominence amongst other Keybearers. Continuing to clash with Axeus, whose ambitions of power grew increasingly out of control since the battle on Ancient Desert, Lao was a driving force behind the rogue Keybearer’s expulsion from Old Bastion, an effort that earned the respect of many of his colleagues and increased scorn from others.
In the more recent years, Lao has taken on a new team of Keybearers, which he has seen as a blessing, as he has come to notice strange, unsettling disturbance...
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Name: Kengo
Age: 18ish (Exact age is unknown)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Not actually known. Considers Old Bastion his home.
Affiliation (light, dark, or other): Light
Physical Information
Appearance: A boyish teenager with a carefree expression, Kengo has deep, dark hair with an ever-so-slightly tint of indigo. It's long, though not exceedingly so, and almost always worn in a ponytail of some sort, save for maybe a few stray bangs here and there. His eyes are usually kind and curious in their expression, and pure brown in hue. He stands at an average height, just over five feet tall, and weighs just a bit under a hundred-eighty pounds. His physique, while not overly muscled, is instead well-toned and lends itself well to a more agile and cunning fighter rather than strong and burly.
Casual Attire: He has a near skin-tight shirt with sleeves that stop just past the elbows. It's mostly dark grey in color, save for a curiously X-shaped area across the chest which is white. Lower down he wears what can only be described as "poofy" trousers, as if the legs of a kimono had been trimmed to just above the ankles and then tightened at the hem, and black, white, and red laceless shoes on his feet. Over that he wears a "coat" of sorts, not really a coat as it has short sleeves and is left opened save for the center, which is kept closed by a leather belt. The coat is white in the middle, and red on the top and bottom, with yellow-gold accents along the hems. The coat also possesses white, decorative fur along the collar. Finishing off the attire is a pair of dark, leather, finger-less gloves on his hands.
Battle Attire: He doesn't change much from his casual attire, save for the addition of minor armored bits worn over the torso but still underneath the coat. His shoes and trousers are naturally replaced by more armored boots and greaves for protection.
Personal Information
Personality: Kengo is, for the most part, a kind-hearted kid not afraid to stand up for what he believes in. He's also a swift learner, claiming to be able to learn more about his opponents as he continues to fight them until eventually finding their weakness and exploiting it. Such ability is the mark of a potentially brilliant strategist. He despises bullies, and corruption even more so, occasionally letting his kinder nature get the better of him and picking a fight with anyone who victimizes the innocent. There is more to Kengo than this, though, as seen in the very rare occasions where he is truly angered by something. His expression changes from it's usual appearance to one of an ice-cold bloodlust, apparently symbolized by a change in his normally brown eyes, them instead appearing to be a more yellowish-gold.
History: Where Kengo originated from is a vast mystery, the simple truth of the matter is that his original home world cannot be determined. Whether this means it fell to Darkness or was swallowed by the World Eater, no one really knows. However, the circumstances of his birth are not all that important in the grand scheme of things. Rather, his story truly begins on a cold night some sixteen or seventeen years ago, when Master Lao discovered a baby boy no older than one or two years old among the outskirts of Old Bastion, seemingly abandoned. But the boy himself was not what caught the Master's eye, rather it was the silvery Keyblade the child clutched in his arms like a sort of teddy bear that piqued his interest. Wondering if it was truly possible for a child so young to have a strong enough heart to summon a Keyblade, Lao took the boy home hoping to locate his family, but would never find them.
And so he came to raise the boy himself, as well as train him in the way of the Keyblade, giving him the name Kengo. During this time, Lao discovered a gift in the young Kengo, a sharp instinct that allowed the boy to learn as he fought. But there was something else in Kengo the Master had not expected, Darkness that seemed to lurk deep within the boy's heart and pour out in times of great emotional stress. It made the lad a potential danger, the Master knew, but he could not simply abandon him as his previous family presumably did. Instead, Lao devoted Kengo's training to keeping him focused and in control of his feelings, so that whatever Dark powers lurked inside young Kengo's heart could not consume him, or worse.
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Battle Information
Weapons: Keyblade (Lionheart)
Abilities: Fire, Sonic Blade, Strike Raid, D-Mode (Enhances known abilities with Darkness)
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Notes: D-Mode, by its very nature, is not easily controlled and is often unpredictable due it essentially being a rage-triggered berserk state.
Name: Kengo
Age: 18ish (Exact age is unknown)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Not actually known. Considers Old Bastion his home.
Affiliation (light, dark, or other): Light
Physical Information
Appearance: A boyish teenager with a carefree expression, Kengo has deep, dark hair with an ever-so-slightly tint of indigo. It's long, though not exceedingly so, and almost always worn in a ponytail of some sort, save for maybe a few stray bangs here and there. His eyes are usually kind and curious in their expression, and pure brown in hue. He stands at an average height, just over five feet tall, and weighs just a bit under a hundred-eighty pounds. His physique, while not overly muscled, is instead well-toned and lends itself well to a more agile and cunning fighter rather than strong and burly.
Casual Attire: He has a near skin-tight shirt with sleeves that stop just past the elbows. It's mostly dark grey in color, save for a curiously X-shaped area across the chest which is white. Lower down he wears what can only be described as "poofy" trousers, as if the legs of a kimono had been trimmed to just above the ankles and then tightened at the hem, and black, white, and red laceless shoes on his feet. Over that he wears a "coat" of sorts, not really a coat as it has short sleeves and is left opened save for the center, which is kept closed by a leather belt. The coat is white in the middle, and red on the top and bottom, with yellow-gold accents along the hems. The coat also possesses white, decorative fur along the collar. Finishing off the attire is a pair of dark, leather, finger-less gloves on his hands.
Battle Attire: He doesn't change much from his casual attire, save for the addition of minor armored bits worn over the torso but still underneath the coat. His shoes and trousers are naturally replaced by more armored boots and greaves for protection.
Personal Information
Personality: Kengo is, for the most part, a kind-hearted kid not afraid to stand up for what he believes in. He's also a swift learner, claiming to be able to learn more about his opponents as he continues to fight them until eventually finding their weakness and exploiting it. Such ability is the mark of a potentially brilliant strategist. He despises bullies, and corruption even more so, occasionally letting his kinder nature get the better of him and picking a fight with anyone who victimizes the innocent. There is more to Kengo than this, though, as seen in the very rare occasions where he is truly angered by something. His expression changes from it's usual appearance to one of an ice-cold bloodlust, apparently symbolized by a change in his normally brown eyes, them instead appearing to be a more yellowish-gold.
History: Where Kengo originated from is a vast mystery, the simple truth of the matter is that his original home world cannot be determined. Whether this means it fell to Darkness or was swallowed by the World Eater, no one really knows. However, the circumstances of his birth are not all that important in the grand scheme of things. Rather, his story truly begins on a cold night some sixteen or seventeen years ago, when Master Lao discovered a baby boy no older than one or two years old among the outskirts of Old Bastion, seemingly abandoned. But the boy himself was not what caught the Master's eye, rather it was the silvery Keyblade the child clutched in his arms like a sort of teddy bear that piqued his interest. Wondering if it was truly possible for a child so young to have a strong enough heart to summon a Keyblade, Lao took the boy home hoping to locate his family, but would never find them.
And so he came to raise the boy himself, as well as train him in the way of the Keyblade, giving him the name Kengo. During this time, Lao discovered a gift in the young Kengo, a sharp instinct that allowed the boy to learn as he fought. But there was something else in Kengo the Master had not expected, Darkness that seemed to lurk deep within the boy's heart and pour out in times of great emotional stress. It made the lad a potential danger, the Master knew, but he could not simply abandon him as his previous family presumably did. Instead, Lao devoted Kengo's training to keeping him focused and in control of his feelings, so that whatever Dark powers lurked inside young Kengo's heart could not consume him, or worse.
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Battle Information
Weapons: Keyblade (Lionheart)
Abilities: Fire, Sonic Blade, Strike Raid, D-Mode (Enhances known abilities with Darkness)
Other Information
Notes: D-Mode, by its very nature, is not easily controlled and is often unpredictable due it essentially being a rage-triggered berserk state.
Finally I was able to complete Kengo's history now that I know the Light Master's name. It's not as long as I would have liked but it gets the job done.
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That's fine, Mike. Post it up when you're ready. Depending on how long you take the RP may start without you, but we can always work you in.
ColorMeEvil I'm the Good Bad guy who does Bad Things
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Hi hello! (´・ω・｀)
Is there any spots left? preferably dark spots?
Is there any spots left? preferably dark spots?
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Sorry for the late reply, ColorMeEvil.
At the moment, it seems we have three applicants for each spot. However, I'd personally be okay with you putting up a CS and participating. As long as the balance between sides doesn't get too heavily skewed, we should be able to run with four dark apprentices.
At the moment, it seems we have three applicants for each spot. However, I'd personally be okay with you putting up a CS and participating. As long as the balance between sides doesn't get too heavily skewed, we should be able to run with four dark apprentices.
ColorMeEvil I'm the Good Bad guy who does Bad Things
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I don't want to throw things out of balance. If it's not open i understand. if people are a no show i can take spot then?
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No no, it's fine. I just wanted to check with the other GM, Wayward, and he said it was fine. You're more than welcome to write up a CS and participate.
Mike the Bloodwolf Wolf and Dragon Fanatic
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Finally found some time
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Name: Samuel Hellrin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Unknown
Affiliation (light, dark, or other): Dark
Physical Information
Appearance:
Casual Attire: In the image above
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Personal Information
Personality: A cold and somewhat distance man, Samuel is a firm believer in survival of the strong and will often go out his way to prove it. Samuel can be consider Unsociable as well considering he does not often speak a lot unless he has to. Around the other member of the dark side, Samuel seems to be a little more at ease with his fellow dark users
History: TBR
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Abilities: Is about average in his control over Darkness and Fire, is a little stronger and faster then a normal human, is Adapt as fighting with a keyblade and will often use something as a shield as he wields his keyblade with one hand.
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Name: Samuel Hellrin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Unknown
Affiliation (light, dark, or other): Dark
Physical Information
Appearance:
Casual Attire: In the image above
Battle Attire:
Personal Information
Personality: A cold and somewhat distance man, Samuel is a firm believer in survival of the strong and will often go out his way to prove it. Samuel can be consider Unsociable as well considering he does not often speak a lot unless he has to. Around the other member of the dark side, Samuel seems to be a little more at ease with his fellow dark users
History: TBR
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Weapons:
Abilities: Is about average in his control over Darkness and Fire, is a little stronger and faster then a normal human, is Adapt as fighting with a keyblade and will often use something as a shield as he wields his keyblade with one hand.
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PerniciousIntent, your character Matilda is accepted.
GM
Double, your character Kengo is also accepted. Sorry I hadn't read over that sooner, and same to you, PerniciousIntent. I'm adding your characters to the OP now.
PerniciousIntent
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Awesome! :]
I think we have a good assortment of different characters.
I think we have a good assortment of different characters.
ColorMeEvil I'm the Good Bad guy who does Bad Things
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5 yrs ago
i was reading the OP and is it updated with reserves? So i know who has what spot taken?
Mike the Bloodwolf Wolf and Dragon Fanatic
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6 yrs ago
I'm a dark keyblade wielder though I am still working on my CS
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