DeadlyEssence — Roleplayer Guild

A bit of the story:

 There is war that has spread like fire across all of the races. Elves have tried to pit Demons against the Shapeshifters, Humans go tearing through random battlefields as they please, killing off all they desire. All of the major cities have found themselves drug into the war and many citizens have left for the smaller cities and towns for their own safety or the safety of their children. Some of the rural dwellers have moved to the city to prepare to fight for their cities and their race's honor. No one really knows why the war started, much less how it grew to such proportions they simply know that if they back down their cities and their race will be eradicated. The war has been a great excuse to cleanse the races and start purging the mixes. 

In the heat of it all those of mixed blood have left, many forced to leave their race at a young age. Pure bloods cannot be trusted. With all of these outcasts a little village was formed. Most everyone in the village knows or learns how to fight because at any moment the village could be stormed and everyone killed. Before, the outcasts that call themselves the "Pariahs" have managed to keep their location a secret, until the humans found out, and then the Pariahs broke their treaty. Now they are desperately searching for a place to relocate. 
Also, the war setting doesn't necessarily mean there will be a lot of fighting - just that it affects the way life during this time.

Okay, so this took a while... But I've been world building this for forever because it is the setting for almost all of my short stories and my novel. I really want to keep it to 1x1x1. Anyway.

Demons, Humans, Shapeshifters, Nymphs, Elves, Nazuras, and lastly Dementors (and I cringe while I write that). These Dementors are not Harry Potter.. sorry.

Each race has different characteristics and powers. There are mixed persons, and they are the pariahs of society. They have formed their own colony to escape the death sentence of living among the pure bloods. 

So for a breakdown of the races..

These creatures have dark purple skin, with black tribal-like designs that resemble more like a tattoo than natural markings, but don't be deceived their markings are natural. They have horns that come from their head each demon has their own shape but typically they protrude from above and slightly behind the ear. Demons are a hunted species, because their horns when chopped off, contain massive amounts of the magic that powers every race and so typically their horns are used in potions and various magical pendants. Demons tend to die if their horns are removed, very few live through it. Those who do may face a diminished power. 

This race is not the stereotypical demon, they are generally not evil, however, there is a bandit group of rebel demons who wreak havoc. Demons tend to remain in hiding because they are hunted and going extinct compared to the other races. When they are caught each race tends to beat them and have a public shaming and ritual before killing them and chopping off their horns. 

They have a few powers, such as a poison touch which they control, immense strength, the power of possession (which works to persuade, implant thoughts, sometimes read thoughts) their possession does not last long. They also can preform various spells.

Humans do not have magic, rather they use science fiction weapons to fight in the war. They have equipped themselves well and are a formidable target. 

The humans are known for experimenting on various races. They once held the location of the pariahs secret, in exchange for 'volunteers' to 'work' at the human base. These volunteers were never seen again and an escapee warned the pariahs, this treaty is now broken.

Their bodies resemble that of a human, but they have the power to shape shift, and how they shift is dependent upon the type of shifter they are. 
The Empathetic, called, “Felos” shifters can embody emotions, this is really left to the imagination and is quite subjective to the person. To be an active fighter they have to typically embody anger a lot, or if they are protective they channel the energy into a protective emotion to fight. The anger could make them shift into a bomb (of course their particles would reassembly themselves, but this would be very painful. 
The Animals shifters are referred to as the “Masco”. These people can turn into any animal imaginable, or simply transform their hand into a paw, or however they deem fit.
The Weaponry shifters are called “Atikone”. These shifters can transform their body parts into weapons, or their whole being. They make a perfect match with the empathetic shifters who can channel their energy to embody a swordsman, while the Atikone shifts into a sword. 

The shifters cannot stay shifted for extended periods of time, (a full day perhaps) depending on their strength, would be too much and they would retain characteristics of their transformation. For instance a Masco who remained a snake too long may make a hissing sound when speaking.

One of the main shifter cities have been destroyed by the war and they were forced to create a small town miles away.

These small creatures have wings, and are typically a shade or light blue or light green. They are  no more than 2 feet tall, and are completely nature based. They have growth capabilities (plants, flowers, etc), winter grants them ice abilities, and they are either attuned to the water element or to the earth element.  They can also cast spells and write magically inscriptions. Rarely the nymphs can have the power of healing. It is the most draining of their abilities and they prefer to attune to nature and let nature do the healing in recovery pods. 

This race is essential for the balance of the world. And they are inherently good, however they have been drug into the war as well. Though they are far more concerned with undoing the damage of the others than actually fighting and killing – but they do so when necessary.

Okay! We're almost there.

Elves are pale creatures that have either red, blue or white markings, these markings typically coincide with their power. They resemble the typical elf, and stand taller than humans on average. They can attune to fire, lightning, or air, they are the most mage-like of all the races.. Their magic allows them to cast spells and write inscriptions. 

Elves are one of the strictest races on the “No Mix” policy in which they will send all mixes into war as soldiers, and after extensive measures to make sure they fight (spells, cursed pendants, etc that ensure they fight against the enemy and not kill their own kind, basically giving them no will in battle), if they refuse they are killed, typically in a public execution.

They are short, the tallest they can grow is 4 feet, their skin pigment varies, taking almost any color in a light shade, their markings glow at night. They are an extremely knowledgeable race and they tend to keep records of everything but their data storage is extremely advanced, and they fit all of their records on a strand of DNA, there are multiple copies and these DNA strands are connected to the computer system, updated constantly. These records include everything that has been collected on all of the races. (It is rumored that the Nazuras have an invisibility technology that they use to station themselves with each race to collect data). It is also said that humans are only alive because the Nazuras helped them technologically. This is the only race not actually participant in the war, and their only power is telekinesis and none possess telepathy.

The last race .

This is the only race that is inherently evil. Any person from any race (not nymphs) can turn into a dementor. To become a dementor it simply takes drinking their black blood, or eating their flesh. Drinking small amounts of dementor blood provides a temporary increase in power. It starts as a fiery sensation in the body, that unleashes massive amounts of power, after the power subsides the fiery sensation returns with excruciating pain – then the person is left practically drained of all power and energy until recovery. The dementors are relatively new to the world, and not much is known about them – not all the races know about the effects of dementor blood, and no one has actually seen a dementor, except maybe the Nazuras. 

How the dementor looks is up to the race it came from, but all races experience a darkening of the skin, black veins, blackening around the eyes, and cheeks. 

Turning into a dementor is a process that takes a single day in which the person “loses” themselves, acting solely as an inherently evil entity with little resemblance to their old selves. Though, they still are aware of who they are. All dementors want to make more dementors - turn more people shift the balance so that the dementors are in control. 

Almost forgot to mention the typical powers for the dementors:
Shift into worst fears (Shifters)
Suggestion/Persuasion (Demons)
Telepathy/Telekinesis (Nazuras)
Shadow control/teleportation (Elves)
Humans typically get one of the above set of powers, sometimes dementors develop powers from other races as well.

Then, there are Seers which is not actually a race, seers can see the future, duh – but they are very few in the world at a time. One seer is known for it's alliance with the demons (a human/elf mix), but the other two's existence is unknown. They can be of any race.

I might introduce one more race an humanoid animalistic race tightly bound to the Nymphs, but we'll see...

Anyway! So now that you've got through all of that you deserve a cookie or something.. I don't have a starting point or real plot for the RP yet, but I'm open to ideas, and may have something more solid soon anyway.

Probably just a bunch of heoric people who want to save their race and maybe try to band races together.. Ya know.  

Possible plots? These are subject to change prior to any choosing and discussion. I'd also love to hear alterations and other ideas

1. Each person of their race has been say maybe skeptical as to the whereabouts and whyabouts of the war, and so they have paid close attention to the things happening, and maybe just maybe they see a dementor in their race's city/town/village, and or someone plotting evil, typically a person of power among the race's city. (The dementors have people doing their bidding, especially the ones with persuasion (often called the puppeteers)).  
a. With a little investigating they end up finding the other characters
b. Maybe a character is under the dementor's power and has to be snapped from it then joins the brigade.

2. The Characters are minding their own business when they are attacked personally. They don't know why. They must figure it out, and wait for more attacks, this brings them together and the dementors could have had them attacked them for some reason or another. 

3. If all the characters are Pariahs then the setting could be in an outcasted community, it has just been attacked with a baby attack by the humans who want to show they are still ahead in the game. Our characters decide to take charge of themselves and do what is best for the group - go out and find someplace safe for everyone.

4. They are all victims of the human's experiments (they've been kidnapped) and they discover the existence of dementor blood, (maybe one of the characters has started to be injected with the blood - not enough to fully transform to see some of the side effects), and they want to find a cure?

5. Also, one character could be a seer and have inside information and they knew who to rally from each race (our characters). Or they could meet a seer.

Jayni was not impressed, when she stepped through the portal the forest led to more forest. It wasn't the same dense forest with only slivers of light shining through a leaf ceiling, rather the trees were far more sparse. There was much more shrubbery in this forest. Though, Jayni couldn't help but to question, how far had the portal taken her, really? Giving a shrug she looked down to pet her bunny fiend, but more so to make sure the bunny had indeed made it through whole. The little whiskers moved and the bunny looked up at her, she smiled in response.“I told you you'd be okay. Now we just need to get to the museum.” Before she had taken another step she was flood with an overwhelming presence of spirits, one she had never felt before. She was certain it was from the stones- and that meant she was close to the city. They must have been really powerful for her to feel them and not even see the city yet. The bunny's ears perked and it hopped to the right, Jayni looked to see but she only saw one person, the trees were blocking her view. She took a couple steps closer, the bunny followed.

There was a man standing in the forest, carrying something, but he was breathing hard and then Jayni wasn't quite sure she was right, but it looked as though he were talking but there was no one else around. The presence of the spirits had gotten more intense with her few steps. He was looking all about trying to find something, or someone. Then, a mage floated down from the sky. Jayni hadn't noticed her fiend had started to hop away, towards the action. “No. Bun-bun. Get back here.” she said, but the bunny continued – apparently drawn to the spirit aura. “Dang it.” she said and began to will the bunny back, her eyes glowed slightly, and soon the bunny was at her feet. “Thank you.” and she lifted the bunny into her arms. “We need to get out of here. Before I'm drawn to the spirits too. It must be some other kind of spirit stone. Let's go.”

Then she heard the man cry out, she turned to look, but the only thing she saw was green energy turning him to dust. The mage turned and saw her he was now holding the black velvet bag, and she took a step back. It had all began to sink in, this man now held in his hands the heart stones – or something equally as powerful and Jayni wanted no part in it, she had no sense of justice for Irakix, only pure concern for her life.

The rest happened quickly, he shouted at her, but her brain refused to process the information because the next thing she knew, there was a wave of deadly energy headed towards her, and she was never much of a fighter. The mage disappeared and instinctively she threw her staff in front of her, it was a sad sight, the small necromancer holding out her staff, huddled behind it as though the wood would protect her. But in moments she felt the spirit that had followed her the whole time tugging at her conscious, he was in front of the staff. That's it she thought and clenched her eyes shut as the wave struck.

She felt pain, lots of pain. Slowly she opened her eyes, and she was staring at the sky. Her head ached, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her limbs were like jello. Carefully and slowly she sat up, and she could see the extent of the damage. Then she laughed, pain shot through her body but she couldn't help it. She had lived. The spirit shield had actually worked. Then she noticed a few feet in front of her, various limbs lay in a pile on the ground. She had summoned all willing spirits in front of her, and they had absorbed most of the energy, there hadn't been enough spirits to take in it all. The spirits had taken so much energy though that from the energy their limbs were manifested. Hands, legs, arms, just pieces of people. Jayni laughed some more, there was a first for everything. 

“Bun-bun?” She asked suddenly, and she looked around, the bunny's corpse lay in the pile of limbs, and she felt her heart sink. She couldn't search the spirit world now, she wouldn't be able to sustain the connection, aside from limbs, she wasn't even sure what happened to the spirits. Jayni bit her tongue and her conscious felt heavy. All she did was lay back down and stare at the sky, letting the pain remind her she was alive, and that she hadn't quite joined the spirit world, yet.

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