GuySenpai

The last four kingdoms

Name-Lee Dumont
Age-18
Gender-Male
Role-Former servent of the air kingdom, now a prince of the earth kingdom
Powers-Basic air manipulation and strong earth control

The Test of Mortality

Still here.

Guardians of Kado Village (Anime Inspired Fantasy)

It seemed that something was indeed going on with the guardians, and it must be big if they wouldn't even tell their families."A monster?" He repeated with wide eyes, making sure that only Garoth would hear him, if there really was a monster it would be best not to let the whole village know. "Awesome! So are we gonna spy on the meeting or head out and find it ourselves? I mean if we wait then they'll go out, fight it and we'll never see anything cool." Keyton had yearned for some excitement over the past few weeks and now it looked as though he was getting some, and there was no way he was going to let it slip away. He hoped that Garoth shared his excitement, he probably did, the two were often thinking in similar ways and perhaps that was why they were such good friends.

Highschool/Supernatural Dark but Lighthearted RP

Could be very interesting.

Guardians of Kado Village (Anime Inspired Fantasy)

Keyton packed up his things, sliding his books and pencils off the desk and into his small satchel before buttoning it shut and slinging it over his shoulder. "Looks like he's not coming." One of his class mates sighed, it had been twenty minutes and there was no sign of Mr Rurian or a substitute, while some students seemed a little disappointed Keyton was happy. He loved school and lessons but it was nice to have a day off every now and then, not that weekends counted, this he assumed was his teacher's thought process as well...Or maybe something cool had happened and Rurian he had to go and be a guardian. Keyton's face lit up at the possibility of something exciting happening, he walked swiftly to the class exit. "Key, where are you off to?" A young girl asked him as he passed, her eyebrow raised with curiosity. "You're not going to try and climb the tree of nesting again are you? You nearly got hurt last time." Keyton shook his head and smiled over his shoulder. "Nah, I'm just going to see if anything interesting a happening in town."

Making a mental note to go and try to climb the tree later the boy set off into town, he passed by the brewery and spotted Garoth with his brother, also a guardian, who was leaving. He ran over to the other boy's side and looked over to watch Tetsuo head towards guardian HQ. "What's going on Garoth?" He asked with a grin. "Something going on with the guardians? Mr Rurian didn't turn up this morning...and neither did you."

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Sure!

The time has come.

Tailor swaggered along the wall's edge, continuing to glance out over the city, soon he came to his private car waiting for him, the A.I pilot automatically opening the doors and greeting him with a pleasant. "Good day Justice." It chimed as he climbed into the luxurious interior, he flicked the comm systems on and patched himself into Ava's call for support which was automatically flagged up by the onboard computers. "Sorry to butt in," He wasn't. "but do you really think carpet bombing a shanty town full of political activists is a good idea? We'd only be creating martyrs and probably only send more of our people over to them. Now then, why don't we put our heads together and think about how they're planning to break in? Unless they're not in already that is." He leant back in his seat and called up a map of the city, all the various routes in and out we're highlighted red. "Assuming they have at least one brain cell between them the rebels aren't going through our gates, too many guards and too many security checks. What other possibilities are there, any ideas Ava?" The condescension was clear in the tone of his voice, as was the slight enjoyment he was getting out of solving the puzzle.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Keeping his arms resting on the table Angus picked up one of the knives himself leaving two on the table. "I forge them." He said proudly, beginning a sales pitch. "Each and every item you see on this stand has been lovingly hand crafted in a unique and remote metal work run entirely by yours truly." He smiled and saw that the figure was genuinely interested as she asked a second question and so he decided to go into a little more detail. "I mine for resources, digging underground and harvesting precious metals and ores. Next I smelt them down so they're pure and after that I use a sort of template to make them different shapes. After that it's only a matter of cooling them until they become solid and then sharpening the tool if needs be."

Extending a finger to point at the knife she held he moved on to answer her final question. "What you're holding is a specially designed throwing knife, it's been sharpened to be more aero-dynamic which means it flies faster, straighter and does a lot more damage than a dart. Also instead of blowing it out of a tube you just throw it." Taking his own throwing knife Angus began to demonstrate the motions one would go through to toss the knife, slowly at first so she could clearly see. "Just like this."

He set the knife down and slid the three across the desk towards her. "I was going to charge you but something tells me you'll make good use of these, take 'em, on the house. But you gotta' promise that you'll only use 'em for good." He smiled a big toothy and friendly grin. "And if ya' want, one day I can take you up to my forge and teach you to make 'em yourself."

The Test of Mortality

Name-Spencer

Age-19

Gender-Male

Appearance- http://fav.me/d5t7jxm

Personality-Spencer projects an airness of coldness and detachment for most of the time, facing life with a hard face and indifference. But underneath that he's a fighter, never giving up and trying to to find a solution to every problem he faces or at least a way to survive. He's also a smart man, at least when dealing with people, he can read them and tends to stay on the sidelines most of the time, listening and assessing a situation before deciding to act or get involved. He also has difficulty trusting new people and opening up to them.

Tier-1

Power/Magic-Shadow manipulation-He can temporarily turn shadows into physical objects and manipulate them, he can make walls and also summon weapons. These shadows are weakened by light but don't vanish and they grow stronger in the dark.

Bio-Born in Naveria, his mother died during child birth and stricken by grief his father abandoned him less than a year later. After a year or two in care Spencer was taken in and raised by a kind old man, though they shared no blood relation the old man insisted he be called uncle. Life was very hard for the two of them but they got by, the school he attended was next to useless and only served to teach him how to defend himself in a fight, most of his education came from home schooling from his uncle. Growing up Spencer helped out in his uncle's shop, business was far from ideal and life was hard most of the time but together the two were happy. When he was 15 Spencer got the only job that was available to him, a pizza delivery guy, he would race around the city on a rented motorbike and learnt the city's layout inside and out. Then a few months after his 18th birthday his uncle passed away leaving him alone in the world with just his failing shop, a broken car, a sizeable debt and his old silver watch. It's been almost a year now and somehow Spencer's still going.

Personal-His uncle's silver watch. It holds great sentimental value and maybe worth a pretty penny.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Angus clapped his hands together loudly and called for order as the first customers brought out their wallets, the crowd was chaos and people were waving their hands to get his attention. "Alright! Alright!" He pointed to a young farmer by the young and skinny and after one of the scythes and a hoe, no doubt for tending his crops. "That'll be ninety rupees for the two my good man." He said, wrapping the tools in some brown paper to make them easier to transport and protect them from harm. "Ninety?! That's a bit steep don't you think?" The farmer replied, clearly wanting to test his haggling skills. "It was gonna' be a nice round hundred but since you're my first customer of the day I decided to lower it." The farmer frowned and crossed his arms, looking the tools over as they were wrapped. The crowd let out a slight moan, hearing about the discount they missed out on. "Sixty." He said at last. "Ok, have it your way." The smith took the hoe and handed it across the table before beginning to unwrap the scythe. "Wait, wait, fine, seventy five," Angus moved a hand to his chin and stroked it slowly. "Eighty and you've got a deal." Angus stretching a hand out across the table and cocking his head to the side smiled reassuringly at the farmer. "Deal." The farmer shook the hand and took the tools before pushing through the crowd to make his way home. "Right! Who's next then?"

It took a little while but the crowd eventually managed to gain some control over itself, those who were browsing stood in the centre and looked over the tools and when they decided they either moved on or went and stood in a line to the side and waited to speak with the master smith. His farming supplies went almost straight away, then a visit from an officer in the castle guard took most of the weapons. Very soon he was left with only the scraps of his stock, a shovel, a short sword, a claymore and 4 throwing knives. "I knew I should have brought more." He said with a sigh, wiping his brow with his arm. His gaze then shifted to a small cloaked figure wearing a mask, he had seen them looking at the knives but had seemed to wait for a while, hanging back until the crowd dispersed. Now the sole customer left Angus leant on the wooden stall, making it creek slightly. "Hello there, what can I do you for?" He gave her a friendly smile and waited for her response.