BlueBravado

The Kingdom of Three Crowns

Welcome to Skyveil, the most populated city in all of the known world. It is home to the most intelligent and highly trained magic users, the bravest and strongest warriors, and the most cunning and stealthy rogues to have ever sought a name for themselves. They all are in fact, rulers of the same land.

The city has divided itself over time, due to the uncontrollable social and strategic habits of these different cultures, into thirds that live practically autonomous from one another. The mystics, magicians, warlocks and witch-folk have taken to the large, sky-tearing pointed towers the spin a web of shadows over the city with their connecting bridges and large parapets. The fortress of a town houses every knight, soldier, and fighter-born soul within it's tall castle walls. And hidden away, in the true fashion of stealth, there is a vast labyrinth of catacombs that houses the bandits, thugs, and thief-kin who move about in the cavernous underbelly that supports the city in secret.

Only one is appointed a figurehead of each of these factions and is given a power-wielding crown to be their largest symbol of authority. These helms are definitive ornaments of their respective makers. The finest cut and energy-potent crystal wreath belongs to the Archmage. The Ancient and Indestructible Helm of Heroes belongs to the Warrior-King. The most expensive and rare headdress of great gold belongs to none other than the thief-lord. They are there to hopefully ensure a balance between the adjacently interactive factions and cultivate the prosperity of the greatest, from the greatest, for the greatest.

Now where will YOU belong? Will you become the next in line for whatever power you may seek? Will you shatter the society Skyveil is built on for it? Will you die trying?

Void Sailors

a badass radar officer or helmsman?

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

A tight hand clung to Mythrend. Able's once slightly amused expression had become stoic. His anger toward the others beside him subsided to the emotions that started to shake him like the shadow-man's voice. Their questions just overwhelmingly piled on top of his own. What would become of him when restored to full power? Was honor the only thing keeping him to help them in return? Still, Able was silent. These questions wouldn't help his cause, only his hope would. He drew in a deep breath, as well as a gain of confidence; his hope would help him survive.

With a dramatic turn, Able came to leaning a his staff with a soft expression of amiability on his face for the crowd. "I am looking forward to working with every one of you. May we find a prosperous future ahead of us."

His words were genuine, he knew. He couldn't have asked for a better group of companions to do the impossible. Admittedly, he hadn't the slightest clue of who they were, where they came from, or what they were after, but they could fight. They could possibly not kill each other in the process if they kept the one damsel's mouth shut, and the other from throwing a tantrum. He secretly thanked that the other man that didn't pose a threat to him as well. This place felt too much like home, it's holy serenity leaking from it's cracked walls. These people all reminded him of his travels, Bandits, soldiers, queens, and the inexplicable appearing before him. He was ready to feel the sun on him again, take another breath before the chaos ensued.

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Able was knelt after his dexterity all but got him wedged between to piles of clumsy armor, he returned his blade to hiding and shot the dark haired women a heated look. He stood and went to retrieve his staff, eyes never leaving the shadow-man's form. It took him a moment to calm himself down, he wanted to put this woman in her place for demanding a man granting an impossible favor, and so childishly at that. He made sure to find the red-haired dame as well. There was no way he was letting a spider like her creep around. With a sidelong glance toward the vehement female, and the smallest crack of a mischievous smile, he sounded off politely,

"We are they who have answered your call, we come for the wish you speak of."

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Able made the swift turn he had braced for at the first flash of moving metal, his staff spun fast with two hands whirling it at the center. Feeling the large knights heavy presence only inches at his back, he had spun like he was playing a sport of his childhood. It put him in front instead of behind. He swung an end of Mythrend's shaft at the dark-haired women's hilt upward, hopefully breaking the grip that could've been shaken by the knight's block. Without a second in between his hands had seized the other end and he extended it far from them, releasing it pointed at the space between the rogue's retreating knees. She seems graceful, but he aimed to hinder her motion like spokes on a wheel. She was too cunning, too much like him, more of a threat than the danger of the crossfire he put himself in. As his one hand relinquished his staff his other unsheathed it's counterpart, and he held it arched above him with it's broad edge and began to charge the woman once more, low. Able had no intention of swinging the only thing preventing a steel rain on top of him. Just keeping her defensive or on the stone.

Divus Essentia

Name: Rasputin Hart

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Code/Superhero Name: Midas

Appearance: Rasputin is a 6' tall, lanky boy whose hair, in a medium fade with a long top that almost touches his eyebrows, is as yellow as his bright eyes. He loves nothing more than steel-toed boots under a sturdy pair of cargo pants and his black leather jacket that he studded along the shoulders and entire sleeves his freshman year of high school. He pierced his ears twice on each side and wears straps of leather around his neck. Rumors of him in the public eyes and ears is that he is seen as something of a professional wrestling character with a gaudy mask and a royal king getup. The rare witness -instead of gossiper- observes a man with a gold, motionless face with points that top his brow like a crown and silver chainmail and small plates that augment his garments. All of that was just a product of his curiosity.

Personality: "Raz" only likes to talk when he knows a subject well, giving off the impression that he is either a loner or a smart-ass. He can't help it that the only time he feels outgoing is when one of his interests is in the conversation and not mindless banter. The subject matter he involves himself in got him bullied a lot in school, So he may be a more stern but not hot-headed, he may even flash a bit of charisma to those that aren't too arrogant to notice him.

"Dude, make yourself useful or find another spot-to-rot, got it? I have things to do."

Bio: TV, videogames, AP math, and AP chemistry slapped the "geek" label on faster than his growth spurt. The only exception were the select few that came to him for his hobby of fixing anything mechanical; bikes, cars, game consoles and computers, the like. Study took up most of his time, that and his suburban family. They were nice folk; a try-hard father and a mother taking care of twin little brothers: Tanner and Darian. He had no trouble being independent because of how highly they thought of him. Raz probably could've used it to his advantage more but did not mingle much, rather picking up any useful tidbit he could and building something out of them.

Powers:
1) The Control and Manipulation of metal: That is the ability to Magnetically charge and manipulate any form of metal substance. (let's call it Magnokinesis?)
2) The Manipulation of Metal's Chemical Make up: The ability to change it's state (solid/liquid/gas) and chemical make up (lead to gold) at will. (Metalchemy???)

Weapons: Carries a multi-tool knife along with other pocket tool-kits like allan wrenches, sewing kit, a big flag belt buckle. Black belt in Karate.

Space Pirate RP? or not?

For the ship?
BlackStar or WhiteStar or whatever color IDGAF
DarkVexen
The Nexus
Titan AE (heehee)
AbyssWalker

for the roleplay?
Journey of Eternity
Chaoticlism
SoundlessSouls (cause there is no sound in space)
StarHearted
Starred-crossed pirates (heehee)

don't judge me these are off the top of my espresso-filled head.

Divus Essentia

I cant wait to post on the OOC, if you would be so polite to have me. ^_^ I want to do a metal manipulating/transmuting character with a knack for mechanical stuff. But that's if Krodin doesn't choose alchemy cause it may be similar. i have a backup. :3

Fate and Fortune

You exist in a world of might and little magic. Much faith but very little proof of the divine. Of monsters and warriors. Swords and Shields. Dungeons and the very unheard of Dragon. (yeah I said it)

"But none of that matters! you already knew that didn't you? you have eyes, ears and a semi-cognitive head on your shoulders. And that's just about all you will have you welp! It doesn't matter who you were in any part of this fantastical land. You are now a prisoner and pawn of the Imperial Province, a large geopolitical power on this side of the world. Whatever you were doing as whatever person you are has ended as you are now within the confines -and unmerciful grip- of the King Maes Tristan II. You are in the same confines as every lowlife thief, thug, prisoner of war, and psychopath ever to stain this great land. It's not the kingdoms duty to do anything about you besides put you in and take you out, for whatever reason. So besides those planks you call a bed, the linens on your back, and the main hall where you can force down prison slop, nothing is left for you or anyone else. You're free within these dank stone walls, to try to survive here and hope us above have a better torture for you. Feel free to rot and die and leave space for the next of you space-takers, that 'bed' is definitely not fresh."

And so it is. The legacy of our heroes is not always in their hands to be written. This is to be a medieval fantasy of a distinction greater than the large iron bars that may (for a time) make it small. The players will be tested with challenges and chances to do anything from gaining the kings favor in the arena to conspiring to escape. Don't worry. With or without fail, the glorious kingdom will live on.

Feel free to expand the area out of your prison cell with your character's history, flesh him out and provide whatever skill he might of had before ending up here and how. Your weapon(s) of choice are just ones you know how to use, not have. A shield is an exception to the rule (eg. "sword and shield" is one proficiency. This CS is just to show an example of your dossier.

CS

Name:
Race: (Human, Half-Elf, Elf, Dwarf, Halfing, Half-Orc, Others can be accceptable)
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Weapon(s) of choice: (3 max.)
Personality:
Quote: (optional
Previous Occupation:
History:

Fullmetal Alchemist RP?

i just said to myself will signing on, "self, if you cant find a FMA roleplay today you are making one!"
so thank you