[OOC] The Gift of the Gods

[Jones Sparrow]

DragonBeastMode said
Jones can I make my centaur char for and reserved Ontor as my gift from a god., I think that god would be the best for a centaur char, it just fits xD. If yes I would have to make it either tomorrow later on or monday wifi is acting up, dont want to start and it shut off or something.

I like that idea! its yours, my friend!

[Jangel13]

Name: Angelo de Ortega
Age: 23
Race:Alituum
Appearance:
Bio: As all of his kind do Angelo was born in Faywynne where his first sight was of his mother and the beautiful white sky. Although Angelo was usually a smart mouthed child he was always going around helping people in the valley. whenever Angelo at their church to the gods with his mother and with the other clergymen he spent his time in the library and learning about techniques of war and peace looking through books about the past and gods to learn everything it fascinated him so much about learning about the world through books and finding new ways of winning a battle. Angelo was enamored with his curiosity and always trying to figure out why something was or why something had to be a certain way. Angelo father was the lord of the Alituum and as such as Angelo was the youngest in the family of 3 he was left to his own devices as his brothers took on more important roles but Angelo never wanted to be the lord of anything and didn't seek the responsibility his brothers had. Angelo only wanted to fly in the blue sky and be who he was and not who people expected him to be so it was a good reason why he was beloved by the people as he passed by helping others.
Personality: a hard worker and usually a sarcastic person Angelo prefers to use the art of wit and cunning against strength. Angelo makes sure to avoid fighting as much as possible and to fight only for those that deserve to be protected like children and families. Angelo will never quit if it comes to a fight though, if the fight is meaningful Angelo will the fight everything he has and then some. Angelo believes in the concept of honor and pride using the old ways to symbolize his beliefs towards measuring a mans worth and the weight of trust Angelo can give the person.
Faction: neutral
Gift: gift of lors but has not realized it fully.
Weapon(s) of choice: the holy sword known as angel feather was given to Angelo for his devout faith the church and his kind nature to others saying the holy sword can only be given to those that will use it to protect others. Along with the family shield only given to those of the lords family
Relationship/loved ones?: Father as the lord and 2 older brothers. his mother is a clergywoman
Other:

[Heinrich]

I really love the idea and would like to join. Question: Are there as many spots as there are possible gifts, or less?

[Jones Sparrow]

There will be 12 gift bearers in total, except 1 is a NPC, so technically 11 haha

I haven't updated the gifts taken yet, and I will do that in the morning so everyone will see whose reserved, and what spots are left

[Heinrich]

And what if a person wants to play without being a gift bearer (like you suggested in the main post)? Does he count amongst those 11?

[DragonBeastMode]

Name: Chiron The Quick

Age: 35

Race: Centaur

Appearance:

Bio: Chiron grew up in the outskirts of Rayacre, the Elves didn't trust his family at first. They had bad experience with one of Chiron's uncles before, let's just say...there was a half horse, half elf, half human, mishap, the beast ended up dieing, and so did the elf who gave birth to it. So the Elves were really caution about letting them back in. But with his father Odis The Wise, leading the family, he persuasive the Elves, to give the Centaur clan entrance. Still some Elves would walk the other way or, they would gossip behind Chiron's, and his family's back. After a while they realized that it wasn't Chiron and his father's fault, for what his uncle had done. They had peace, the Centaurs would protect Rayacre with the Elves, both races being excellent hunters, and marksmen. They rarely had any intruders, until the darkness had come, attacking people. Chiron's father was called to lead the elven and centaurian army, to protect the Rayacre and High Kingdom. Chiron did not want his father to go, but his father told him that he would be ok. Every day Chiron had waited for his father to return, after months of waiting, Chiron's father's squire returned, he told Chiron that his father had died a powerful, strong, warrior, and he would never be forgotten. Chiron couldn't believe that it had happen, he rode off, looking for his father, at the time Chiron was 28, he would look for his father for 7 years. Never finding anything, he finally gave up. Chiron couldn't go back to Rayacre anymore, but he would live in the forest surrounding it, he would still keep his promise to protect Rayacre, but he couldn't sleep in the same house, is father had slept in. Now learning of his gift, which makes Chiron one of the most powerful hunter centaurs ever, he wants to help the Heir To The Throne take it back. Chiron The Quick will see an end to The Darkness.

Personality: Chiron is a hard, tough, loud, aggressive, guy. He drinks, smokes, cusses, and doesn't apologize. He's on the good side, but you would think he would be on the bad side. Chiron is the type of guy, at first he would not like you, but if you keep bothering him, you'll grow on him, like a irritating rash. He may be rough around the edges, but he's loyal to those who are loyal to him.

Faction: Righteous Good, Rayacre

Gift: Gift Of The Hunter God Onlor

Weapon(s) of choice: The Lion's Rage:
Bow Of Truth:

Relationship/loved ones?: Single. / And No Family Alive, That He Knows Of.

Other: Chiron loves ginger snap cookies, and red velvet cupcakes, even though they are no good for him.

[Sturmgewehr]

Sorry i'm late. :) Here is my CS.

Name: Theron
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance:

Theron

Face

Bio: Theron is a world renown assassin, extremely skilled in swordmanship and in the art of killing. He was born in a village that was raided and burned down by orcs when he was 9 years old. He was found by a stranger wondering in the forest. The man felt pitty for the young Theron, taking him under his protective wing and teaching him how to exploit his senses, eye sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. He also taught Theron how to use a sword. When Theron was 22 he and the stranger that was like a father to him all these years parted ways, with the man saying that Theron no longer needs to learn anything anymore. Theron however, who became very attached to the man begged him and in the end convinced him not to leave him alone. Not long after that though the man was killed after he and Theron were attacked by a group of misterious killers, probably bandits or something. That's when Theron snapped and became upset with the world. He started using his skills, becoming a very good assassin, with a perfect record, that never missed his target.
Personality: Theron is a man that suffered much in this life and because of that he has grown into a hateful and impulsive person. He enjoys killing and torture but has a soft spot for women. When doing his job he is very serious, concentrated and determined. He is loyal only to himself and trusts no one, not even those that pay him to kill.
Faction: Assassin, whoever pays the most for his services.
Gift: Gift of Ashar
Weapon(s) of choice: Two broad swords, a dagger and a couple of throwing knives.
Relationship/loved ones?: Single, parents dead.
Other: Although he has no idea that he possesses the gift of Ashar, Theron is a devout follower and prays to her everyday.

[Jones Sparrow]

Heinrich said
And what if a person wants to play without being a gift bearer (like you suggested in the main post)? Does he count amongst those 11?

Nope, you can be whoever you want, they can be ordinary people on the world that want to Help fight! I haven't put a limit on them haha

[Jones Sparrow]

Updated the OP to show the gift bearers taken!

[Orotomo]

Hey, I have a question. What exactly are the gifts. Like I have the Gift of Antai, what does that exactly entail?

[Jones Sparrow]

Well, I kinda left that guys up to you, but while creating the characters I had a certain power that people wouldn't be bored with. While making antai with the god of death, you could touch someone and have their life energy slowly drained, you can summon undead to help you out, you can sense when death is coming, and who it is. Honestly it's up to you guys, but it has to make sense, and it can't cross with the other god's powers. Like death can infect someone with a disease because that would belong to another god, you know? Just stuff like that

[Orotomo]

Oh ok, thanks for the clarification.

[xRobynx]

Glad we got a bunch of interest! Getting excited now. =3

[Heinrich]

Jones Sparrow said
Nope, you can be whoever you want, they can be ordinary people on the world that want to Help fight! I haven't put a limit on them haha

And if I have an evil god's gift, must I also be evil?

[Jangel13]

Can't wait to start! XD

[Jones Sparrow]

Heinrich said
And if I have an evil god's gift, must I also be evil?

Maybe not evil, but they don't usually have good or heroic intentions. Maybe they're selfish, or don't care what happens, they are just there to use their gift, and if it's to cause harm or anything in that nature, the evil god doesn't care haha

[Heinrich]

Jones Sparrow said
Maybe not evil, but they don't usually have good or heroic intentions. Maybe they're selfish, or don't care what happens, they are just there to use their gift, and if it's to cause harm or anything in that nature, the evil god doesn't care haha

Alright I'll think everything out and write a cs :P

[Jones Sparrow]

I'm going to start the IC soon, but i'm still accepting new CS', so don't let the RP starting stop ya hahaha

[Heinrich]

Name: Eruantien, though he was commonly referred to as Nat
Age: 42
Race: Considers himself an Elf, though in truth an offspring of a Human and Elf
Appearance:

Appearance

Bio:

Bio

His mother (an elf) and father (a human) were both part of a mercenary company. Their goals of joining might have been different, as their races and views on world, but many missions, adventures and battles bonded them by more than just friendship, thus Eruantien was born as their firstborn son. However, his mother knew that it is impossible to raise a son amongst mercenaries and she left the company while still pregnant leaving his father behind.
With the money earned, Eruantien's mother was able to settle in one of the elven cities. From his youth he was called Nat by his mother, though she never explained that to him. The two would often go hunting where Nat practiced his archery skills, and his mother would occasionally spar with him to teach close combat. At the age of 17 he was quite skilled for a boy of that age, mainly because he had both some of human strength and elf's discipline. However, his mother never actually told him of his origins and the boy always wondered about his father. One day, his mother vanished – Nat just woke up and couldn‘t find her anywhere.
After a year of searching he realised that she used to be a part of a mercenary company. At the age of 20 he joined it himself, but found no trail of his mother and nobody in his squad knew of her. During the next 16 years, he worked his way up to become one of the mercenary company‘s officers, however, his main goal of finding family and answers was in vain. He aquired enough money, gear and experience to become a remarkable soldier, one of the if not the best amongst mercenaries.
During a raid on a smuggler hideout the mercenary company was ambushed and almost completely wiped out. Nat managed to stay alive and cut through the enemy ranks getting a scar on his face, however, fleeing the battlefield with a mortally wounded commander. Dying, the commander revealed that he was Nat‘s father and gave Nat many answers he was looking for, though the man did not know where Nat‘s mother was.
From that day Nat continued as a simple sellsword, commonly found at inns, travelling the world, looking for the last answer he did not know.

Personality: He is a person with a mask. You might think of him as a funny, laid-back person, when in truth this is the Nat everybody wanted to see in the mercenary company. Inside, Nat is a suspicious and quick-witted person. He is sometimes too reckless and often strives for power, however he is not greedy at all and isn‘t intersted in wealth too much. He tries to solve conflicts peacefully, but if that isn‘t going his way, he does not hesitate to use force. Is not religious. A complete mix of elven and human personality.
Faction: He fights for answers. Those people that tell him the most of what he wants to hear.
Gift: Has no gift he knows of.
Weapon(s) of choice: His bow (as seen in the appearance tab, made of strong wood though very flexible and quite accurate).

And his sword

He does not name his weapons as he does not consider them to be pets, only tools.
Relationship/loved ones?: Single, his father is dead, his mother possibly alive, though he has not heard of her, constantly looking for her. No other relatives.
Other: Being a bastard of a human and an elf, Nat is aging, though slower. At age 42 he is like a regular human in his twenties. He considers himself an elf. He doesn‘t deny that there are Gods, but thinks that one‘s skill and determination is more important.

[Jones Sparrow]

Making a companion for the group, plus I really really really wanted to make an elf character hahaha

Name: Rhovanor

Age: 670

Race: Elf

Appearance:

Rhovanor

Has Dark brown hair instead of white, and much shorter ears. Dark green eyes

Bio: Like all elves, our stories are long and well, quite boring at times. I was born a few hundred years before the High Empire was formed. I was born in Rayacre, my family not being royalty to the elven city, but we were noble. My father owned a hunting goods shop, and although we were taught to respect all life... we still needed to eat. We were immortal, so we had a lot of time to master skills most people never would. Archery came natural for all elves, so hunting came hand in hand. And that was it for quite some time. Us elves would stay in our city, welcoming travelers to stay... And then the gods declared the first High King. Like the rest of the land, the elves welcomed him. The king asked to assemble a court to help him with every day items. My family was chosen to assist him. My father had a business to run, so I moved to the city of Silveredge to help the High King.

Then corruption came. I was no longer a part of his peace court, but a warrior trying to stop the corrupted. We encountered new creatures, good and bad. I fought along side Gift Bearers, although I was never quite as skilled as them (except archery, of course). We lost countless allies, but the guidance of Aleden kept everyone going... I was to join the High King in taking over Dorden, but I was instead, positioned to kill any of the enemy trying to escape the city... So I waited, and waited for the King to come out, or horns of victory. To my horror, a dark chill escaped the city. roars of monsters and creatures of all kind were heard... The King was no more. The gift bearers were defeated, and everyone ran to hide.

the rest of my life was a long tale. I returned home. Fusos didn't dare fight the elves, but they made sure we were secluded. Only a few could leave without being detected, and I couldn't sit by and watch the evil take this land. I wandered Valhdir, helping refugees, stealing from the corrupt, and joining a band of thieves called the Lapsa. I went in and out for 500 years.... Then I had the honor of meeting the heir. To say the least, he wasn't impressive at all at the beginning. He was full of revenge, or sadness, and seemed to not want to care about anything. Now a few days later, and I saw his determination. His will. His strength. He was persistant in things he cared about. He would practice for days, get beaten, and then practice some more.

When the Lapsa was ambushed, we all scattered. I followed Rilden out of the place. He held his own, and we killed many before we had to leave. His spirit was crushed, and I had to say mine was too. We searched the land yet again. Killing when necessary, stealing when we had to, and tried to help. when Rilden was captured, I took his blade, and kept it safe. I went in to hiding for as long as I could, waiting for him to return from Dorden. I knew he would. That man was like a mountain. Nothing could break him. he came back a different man. A man who has seen things, and a man who seemed to hold a sense of hope. It had been quite some time since I felt that before. He is on a quest to find the gift bearers to help him get the throne back. He isn't alone though. He has my bow, and blades to help.

Personality: Level headed, a quick thinker, and a man more of actions. Extremely loyal to Rilden, and if the Gift bearers show it, he will be just as loyal to them. Has a sense of humor, friendly to those in need, but ultimately wants peace in this land.

Faction: High King

Gift: No gift

Weapon(s) of choice: Two Elven Blades and a bow. Keeps excellent care of them since they were first given to him over 600 years ago.

Relationship/loved ones?: anyone interested, let me know!

Other: One of the best trackers and hunters in the land (not counting the centaur with Onlor's gift!)