Cayden Black — Roleplayer Guild

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The Story
200 years ago the realms of men began a war that would engulf the entire of the old world. Kingdoms formed alliances with one another in a bid for expansion and power. As the power of men proved equal to the next some kingdoms turned to forbidden powers, bringing forth entire hordes of demon spawn to wreak havoc on their enemies. It proved effective for a time, until the spawn began to devour even those who summoned them. With forces dwindled by decades of warfare and land ravaged by raids from both armies and bandits the demons soon infested every kingdom in some form or another. As time went on, the natural orders formed to defend against such powers became ever more demanded by the many kingdoms. This lead to the formation of The Order. A Guild formed of both Templars and Warlocks. An uneasy alliance of holy warriors and sorcerers. It was not the most stable of alliances but they had little choice but to find common ground in their goals.
The Templars and Warlocks decided the best way to purge evil was to make it consume itself. Thus the contracts were formed between the Daemon clans and the Order to permit them a bounty of souls in return for the destruction of those that threatened the kingdoms of men. The clans agreed and sent a selection of their own kin to live among the humans and battle at their sides. The Daemons would take human form and bind themselves to a human or “contractor” to whom they would absorb the soul upon their death.

As Warlocks, Templars and Daemons came and went through the years the wars among men slowly came to an end as the darkness tore away at all those who dared to resist the power of the Order. Now only three kingdoms remain at war and the demon spawn has all but been eliminated. With the Orders presence becoming unnecessary they have lost much of their former power.
You will be a member in this Order within the temple walls. When your new duties are assigned you will be sent forth upon the world to rid it of the filth war has brought.

ENCHANTMENTS
Enchanted weapons are an extremely rare occurrence in the realms of both Daemon and Man, for they require those who forge them to sacrifice a soul to be reshaped with the metal. Some have tried many ways but the enchantments have always had one key law.
A soul must be willing to become one with the metal. In most cases a Master Warlock is the only one with the alchemical knowledge to forge such weapons and armour, or even jewellery, with a slither of their soul within them.
Some of the most powerful relics of the 1st era were forged by cultists who would perform mass sacrifice to enhance the items power with the combined energies of those who gave their lives. These very rare items have been slowly collected by the Order and sealed away within the Black Vault Archives. Only the highest in the Order have access to those vaults.

The Great War
In the early years, when the order itself was still only a Guild of holy warriors and scholars, the kingdoms of men began a campaign of which had never before been unleashed by men. Entire realms waged endless battle as their lords and lieges attempt to usurp the realms of their neighbours. For 40 years these battles raged, thousands perished, thousands more beaten, raped, enslaved or worse. The lines between right and wrong blurred until all were blind to it save for the Templars. Still they would not aid their fellow men in such Barbary, preferring to keep themselves neutral in all things. The Warlocks, before the union, had other ideals. With their magic battles became smouldering wastes or frozen graveyards that would span miles.

It was not until the hell spawn were summoned in their thousands that the Order was forced to intervene. The Warlocks, though only a few and under the command of their King, broke the oath taken to keep darkness at bay and used their magic to reforge the ancient realm gate in the Northern valleys. A once peaceful landscape covered in Elven ruins became the seat of demonic filth almost overnight. Needless to say the Warlocks were killed along with their master. The entire kingdom fell in days forcing the Templars to finally act out their honour-bound commandments to hunt such vermin to extinction. But they could not do this alone.

After a gruelling 8 more years of battle, man found its lands being stained with the darkness of Demonic infestation, and as hard as the Templars tried they were not enough. They needed allies, and they would seek them in the oldest of their tomes.
An alliance among Templar and Warlock was forged, and using their combined knowledge they were able to halt the Demonic advance for a time, but it was only a reprieve. With the realm gate open the Demonic filth continued to flood their world in ever increasing numbers. They would not give man rest and the Templars numbers began to diminish. Even after many kingdoms swore to grant them whatever they required to win this war they simply did not have the soldiers to push forward. This is when Hamon of GreyStone, the first of the Offered, approached the Council with his own ways of succeeding in battle.
Hamon had made a Contract with a Daemon of the dark realms, a man whom though seemingly human, was in fact a creature of power and destruction worthy of his title, Daemon kin. Though at first the council wished to punish the Warlock and execute his ward, the battles to come slowly changed their mind to the idea of Contracts between Daemon and Man. After much debate, the council eventually agreed to conditions for those who would be offered. These men and women would be from the Warlock sect, and must give their soul freely and without prejudice from others, for it was a great sacrifice to offer ones existence for the aid of such dark creatures. Templars would never submit to offering their souls, but they would safe guard the Order against any who would use this power for ill.
With the newfound strength of the Daemon kin at their side, the Order we know today was born. Templars, vanguard and sworn defenders of the balance. The Warlocks, great magicians and diplomats that researched all things mystical. And finally, the Daemon Kin, Sentinels who could do what must be done in times of great turmoil.

The Great Division
Elves were not always of two casts. High Elves who have all but faded into memory were once the same as Dark Elves. The change was only an occurrence of internal factions trying to both find a way to save what was left of their people.
Dark Elves
Where the High elves chose to fade away rather than pollute their bloodlines, Dark Elves saw otherwise. Entire families broke away, forming their own kingdom that focused purely on sustaining their kind. Though with no more than 1 or 200, it was inevitable that inbreeding would become a danger. A new hierarchy was formed among their kind in which producing a child of human blood was admissible for the more prestigious of households.
With what human servants they had, a breeding program was enforced in which Dark Elf males were to breed with human women, while the Elven women were only to breed with Elven men. The new royal family were the only ones who did not partake in such an act, instead they maintained the purity of their line the only way they could.
Children from pure lineage were given arrangements to breed with the royal daughters. After the first few generations, when impure bloodlines became more common, the royal family began compelling incestual marriages to ensure the blood remained pure. Though this has kept the royal line as Elven in blood as the first days of their division, the repercussions of these choices are evident. Many of the ruling class are not quite right, the current prince the most evident. His madness and bloody rage has tested the family to a point they fear he may need to be restrained until a wife of fitting breeding can be found.

High Elves
With their darker halves now committing to abandon the old laws and ideals, High elves have attempted to maintain themselves with the old ways. It has been a losing battle, with only a few dozen of their kind still in existence in the old citadel across the lost seas. Occasionally a ship will arrive with one of their kind aboard, having decided that they would rather marry into the blood of man then see their house line forgotten or suffer dying alone.
The Council is all that remains of their old court of nobles. Their royal line having faded away, the last of their ruling class, a young Elvish woman, having gone to the realms of man and never returning. Some say she found a man to which she fell in love with and had many children, the purists of their kin refusing to believe this and instead insisting she was killed in one of the many battles of old. It would take one of her possible descendants to prove which story is true.
For now their Citadel, a crumbling remnant of the past, is all they possess in the Lost Isles. Man does not dare set foot here, for the magical currents the Elves wield form storms to protect their home from dangers.

Daemon Culture
The society of the Daemon world is a strongly Feuedel in its design. Every Daemon belongs to a specific clan or Dominion, this clan exists to keep their particular bloodlines running strong. Females who do not seek battle are traded among other Daemon families to strengthen their bloodline and produce the next liniege of warriors to maintain their strength as a clan.
The realm of the Daemon is filled with many hundreds of clans, each forming a piece of a pyramid society where one clan serves another, which in turn serves the clan above that. Less powerful clans will become vassals to the more powerful ones until a single Clan holds sway at the top. The only problem with this scheme is those above can only trust that their servants will one day try and kill them for their power. It is a system of constant flux as clans rise and fall, alliances are forged and broken all in a bid for strength. It has kept the Daemon Kin at one another’s throats for many generations and yet kept their bloodlines strong and independent.
Smaller clans are normally absorbed into the stronger in times of great conflict, their men butchered and women forced to carry the children of their enemies. It is a dark realm of power, yet somehow it has held sway for so long.
Higher clans, although acting similar when a bloodline wishes to seek another families strength added to their own, will be more diplomatic. Challenges are made and offerings are given. The female must then, if she wishes to remain unclaimed, challenge her would-be master to a battle of death or submission. If she is victorious, she will execute the male, however if the male wins, he will take her as his own. At this point only the Circle, a collection of the most ancient of Daemon, may deny the male his prize. An act that has not happened for centuries, almost as long as the Circle has existed.

With the introduction of the Contracts many Daemon offer themselves to the council for binding to such agreements. Using their gained souls to increase their prowess and advance their ranks among otherwise equals of their kin.

The Daemon Clans have been oddly neutral to one another in recent years. The current reining clan swiftly destroying all others who would show signs of disrupting their seemingly perfect balance and rewarding those who aid them in this act. It has kept them as ruling clan for over 64 years now.

The First Contract
In the beginning, there was chaos. Man had only begun to scratch the surface of understanding and much of the magic learnt then was taught by the Elves in the dire times of their fall, in an effort to aid them in their demise. It was not to be, for their great empire collapsed inward. The boundaries of their once great kingdoms receding until they had all but vanished. Some say they made the mistakes we are doomed to repeat, others say otherwise. No matter.
In the early founding of the first kingdoms of men, warlocks were praised as those given the gifts of the gods. Able to bend the elements to their will and were richly rewarded for their work. In this time, the 1st era, women were forbidden to learn such powers. They were seen as lower, less pure then man. But one of them we know to have defied these laws.

Though her name is forgotten, the time of her discovery is not. For it was on the very day when the world threatened to swallow all of man in floods and fire, when no other Warlocks were able to hold back the tide, she emerged to sooth the earth. Yet man was no grateful. On her completion of silencing the world, exhausted and weak, her friends turned on her. She was beaten and raped, left in the forests she had saved to die alone. But she would not die…

It is unknown if she knew of the circle all along, or if they came to her hearing her pleas for help, but listen they did. She offered her soul, believed the strongest essence of its age, in return for a warrior able to purge the kingdom she had saved from the lands. Needless to say the Circle agreed, dividing her soul between themselves and placing a warrior in her charge that could consume all through flame and death.
The Kingdom of her people fell one by one, for they were nothing to the Daemon of the Circles charge. Those that beat her cried for mercy, those that had raped her begged forgiveness. But her heart was already cold, unmoved to their tears. They were butchered in their thousands. No sword could harm her charge, the first Daemon of man.

Current Season: Winter

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Character Sheet
Name:
Race: Human/Demon/Elf (Elves are allowed but they are not immortal beings and are quite rare in this realm).
Age: (Daemons can only live up to 200 years without devouring souls. Elves live up to 100 on average and humans live to 80 at best.)
Gender:
Description: (Daemon are much like humans with their general shape. Although Demonic many of them will possess the same general shape of their summoner counterparts. AKA no tentacle monsters...)

Bio: (Tell us a little about the character).

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Name: Iabor
Race: Daemon
Age: 250
Gender: male

Human Form:

Demonic Form:
Iabor's demon form is 400 feet high, and a half mile long, with a neck reaching to about 40 feet. Coming in with a weight of a whopping 200 tons of pure muscle. He has three tails that are about .09 miles long with hidden spines all along them that can shoot out at his enemies, and two huge smooth horns that start at the top of his head, and shoot straight back with a slight curve pointing up at the ends. His lips look, and feel like hard curved teeth, inside is another set a little further back that makes him look like he has two sets of teeth. He has several markings on his face including the dark outline around his eyes that goes straight back before curling under, and pointing out in between the curves are sort of curved charm dots. His skin is smooth, and scaled most of his body is a snow white color while his stomach down to in between his back legs is a ridged pure black color. His massive paws have three curved talon like toes, the ones on the front paws are long enough with the third inside toe being opposable allowing him to grab and throw things. His wings are the the length of 1.5 miles, and are as soft as a baby chicks feathers.

Bio:
Iabor was born a Daemon in the human world, his own mother did not wish to keep him. On the day of his birth he was abandoned to die out in the cold, he was the perfect little monster with teeth, and scales as white as snow. With wings so fluffy and soft the only one to show Iabor any kindness was a young woman, she wrapped him up in a bundle of soft cloth. Their belly was large heavy with pregnancy of her own, instead of worrying about herself she took Iabor with her to her home in the woods on the outskirts of the village. She fed Iabor scraps of meat, and milk helping the young daemon to grow. One thing Iabor was quick to notice was that the woman had no husband. On the day of his sisters birth, Iabor managed to shift into his human form for the fist time. The woman was surprised by this, but was happy as she would raise both of them to be just people.

Iabor grew up being picked on not only because of his hair, and eyes. But, because they called his adopted mother a whore. Which caused him to more often then not to get into fights, more often then not he was chased away by the men of the village. As he grew he began to developed great control over the basic elements. One rainy day, his mother his sister, and himself traveled to the city the wind and the slick road saw them hurtling off the cliff. Before they struck the floor Iabor shifted into his demon form a massive beast with white scales, and huge horns that flowed from his brow to the sky his snout massive with revealed teeth, his purple eyes glowed as he flew the carriage they traveled in back up to the road. He was the size of a horse, though as gentle as a summer breeze. His tail swished as he roared out the skies clearing as if by command. It was then that his mother understood, that Iabor was a daemon of incredible strength, one that could bring great change to the world.

It was ten years after his mothers death of old age, that the event with the demons occurred. His sister who'd grown older looking then his brother thought of what the villagers would do, so she quickly attempted to hide Iabor. Though he refused to go into hiding, he decided to fight for the humans. Even though those in the village hated him, he knew their were others like his adopted mother and sister. So using his skills over metal he created a suit of armor, and sword as to hide his true identity. Before leaving to join the fight the villagers came when Iabor was training alone in the woods. They destroyed everything they tore his sister from her home. Cursing her as a warlock, they didn't give her a fair trial before burning her at the stake. Iabor came running when he saw the smoke, his eyes widened behind his helmet, and he roared in anger shifting into his demon form the cowards ran he chased them down. He tore those he caught apart, the only reason he stopped was because he heard his families voices. They told him to keep his promise, and he agreed in return they joined him he would never be alone again.

Over the years Iabor kept his face hidden, all the while not using any of his elemental abilities. Which as he grew older began to diminish in place of pure physical strength, every human lifetime he'd vanish from the battlefield as to ensure he would not be detected. Not wishing for a repeat he would work in a secret forge providing the humans with strong weapons to slay demons with. All the while practicing his elemental magics so they wouldn't completely disappear. During the great war Iabor made himself a prominent member of the Templar, and has plans of revealing his true form.

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Name: Janette Rose
Race: Human Warlock
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Description:

Bio:
Janette was born in a rural part of the country, where not many families had settled. Her family there led a quiet life for decades (first her grandparents, and now her parents). When Janette was young nothing seemed to be different from the ordinary human, she seemed just the same like the other girls who were her age. But, just when she entered her early teen years, signs of magic started to show and it was obvious that she had something in herself that not many others had. It was destined for her to be a witch, and to fight like one, and that's when her family decided to send her away to an old warlock who set his goal to teach younger ones and pass down all the knowledge and wisdom he had in himself.

When she arrived there, she was greeted by numerous shelves full of jars which contained liquids that she had yet to discover, stacks of books that seemed as though they were older than a century and an old man in a purple robe, who greeted her with the words: "You have to be a tough one, my dear, if you've chosen this path as the one you're going to walk on for the rest of your life." And that, she was. A quick learner with extraordinary stamina, much better than the other girls her age, Janette advanced in the magic field quite quickly. As the old man's only student, he devoted all of his attention to her and soon she was much more than she had been when she arrived there, just months ago.

She had been with the old man for 3 years, and that was when she had learnt that her parents left her there for good. They had also left a note to her saying that they're sorry and they really wanted to be with her, but it was just too dangerous. Why, she didn't know, but that was the crucial point that made her devote herself to magic even more. Determined as ever, she left the old man, and with his blessing, stepped on the road to one of the bigger cities. Arriving there, she was greeted with a lifestyle she wasn't used to, one that was much more different than the one she had led for her whole life.

She stayed there until the age of 20, when the local guards had found out that she was a magic user. She was taken away and led into a place that contained a number of other young warlocks and witches. Thrown into a strict training program, she advanced even more, even though she didn't know what for. The training program lasted for 5 whole years, covering everything that a warlock who was skilled for combat, close and ranged, needed to know.

By the age of 25, she knew more than 100 different potions, knew how to wield a sword and daggers, and of course, throw advanced spells that were given to her and only her as being the one who was best in the group. Janette was a strong woman, and a beautiful one, but she was never interested in love, men and forming families as most of the women were. She was destined to be a witch and make the other great warlocks a step beneath her. She wanted to be the best in her field and she was determined to get to that position. Soon after the end of the training, Janette was called into a place where members of 'The Order' were. Going through some processes, she became a member of it and has been part of it for three years now. Many have been fooled by her beauty, not considering the option that she might be as strong as a man when it comes to battle.

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I will add accepted CS sheets beneath here as they come in. Remember this is very early days so aspects may change!

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