Holy Soldier

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

Here are examples of the brands. You see how small they are? They should be easy to hide from those who pursue them because anyone with that Mark is a Sin. In this game, the White God marked them with it. It's like a glowing mark that won't ever come off. It's not physical.

Brand

@Dark Light@Keksalot@Pyromaniacwolf@Yahrlan@Majoras End

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@KeksalotThe sin became an actual curse by the White God to match the type of sins they formally committed. Even with no memory, the curse still exists. Like, Gluttony's makes him forever hungry in more than one way. Thus when he went without food or any way to satisfy himself, he perished because he could not meet the curse's demands.

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@Majoras EndSure.

@Dark LightIt's a Medieval Fantasy game. Pistols won't work.

@KeksalotI am getting Beelzebub vibes from this character. Also, the brand is from the White God. It's not a physical affliction. The fact that characters are getting freakishly taller and thinner after Wrath is making me want to put a height cap lol because I can't stand charcters who are tall or dwarf-sized for no reason. This character...I can see you put some work into it but he only has something to do with Lust in his ability. Is he the one lusting for things he can't have? What is the theme here besides Beelzebub.

@YahrlanGotcha.

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@PyromaniacwolfYeah, you made his personality just kill, kill, kill and not much else. Let's not forget more mention of killing lol. For the weapon, unless you are choosing to have a non-Arc weapon for your character, then disregard this. However, if you are giving your character an Arc weapon, then it is something he had even before he was banished by the White God if he didn't lose it during the banishing. It's not just some enchanted weapon you find on the ground or loot off some orcs. Because Arcs are very rare and powerful. They are highly desired weapons. Think of them as legendary weapons.

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

N A M E

Grimjet Clermont; The Butcher; The Butcher of the Sea; The Pirate King

A G E

Appears to be in his early 30s

S I N

Gluttony

H E I G H T

5'10" (varies when he eats)

W E I G H T

210 lbs (varies when he eats)

H A I R C O L O R

Red

E Y E C O L O R

Blue

G E N D E R

Male

W R I T T E N A P P E A R A N C E

Grimjet has crimson hair and not the usual orange-ginger kind though he still gets called a "ginger" at times. His eyes are as blue as the sea and are his most eye-catching quality. Behind his lips are disturbing, shark-like teeth. They are triangular and seem to follow the shark's curse of his brand. The pirate king once wore a leather coat with white downy fur lining the collar. Belts crisscrossed his hips, and dark trousers rode down his legs into boots. He often wore a mask to hide his identity not wanting to let his rivals know who they were messing with on the sea. His second eye-catching quality is his body—when he isn’t porking out on food and grog. Grimjet can get pretty huge depending on the size of feast he’s partaking in, which disturbs or fascinates others. He carries with him an Arc that he calls simply, "His Knife." Others call it, "The Butcher’s Knife." It is a suitable weapon for a man with such an insatiable appetite. His body is covered in various scars from his numerous battles on the sea. Who knew Holy Knights could swim? (duh dum tish!)

B R A N D A P P E A R A N C E

Grimjet’s brand is on his abdomen just below his navel in the form of a shark circled by an ouroboros. The shark represents his ravenous appetite and the serpent that surrounds it, how endless it is.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Grimjet has many pleasures and he enjoys them all in abundance. He loves good food, good grog, and gorgeous women, and he’s rather shameless in his indulgences. Becoming a pirate was only fitting for him. Grimjet is pretty cocky to the point that he thinks everything is a game. In battle, he tends to be the benefactor, slowly devouring his enemies and their powers until there is nothing left. His capacity for devouring abilities seems nearly endless, but food and drink...well, his body has a limited capacity that he likes to exceed every once and in a while. He claims his actual curse is having such a large appetite and not having a body large enough to compensate for it. He also claims that his gluttony is his strength, which is true, but doesn’t make him number one on the guest list at banquets.

The Sin is rather mischievous and is quite the party-goer. Wherever there’s food or drink, he’ll be there—especially if it’s free. His appetite makes him terrible with money, but that’s why he was a pirate because whenever he ran out, he’d just acquire more loot to spend! Mind you, this was all before the banishing.

B A C K G R O U N D

To be revealed when he acquires his lost memory.

C U R R E N T S T O R Y

After Grimjet was banished across the globe by the White God’s power, he landed in the sea and drifted, unconscious for several days before his body washed up on the shore of Fairy Island. The fairies didn’t take too kindly to foreigners and imprisoned him. Having attempted to execute him in countless ways, they eventually discovered his uncanny ability and learned that leaving him alone was the best execution. Starved and unable to satiate his hunger and thirst, Grimjet succumbed to his own appetite. He supposedly died and was found limbless, having eaten his own arms and legs, which made it impossible for him to escape his confinement. His husk remains on Fairy Island, posted as a warning to all visitors to turn back or they’ll end up the same way.

W E A P O N

The Butcher's Knife is a massive cleaver that is four-feet long and one foot thick. There are three holes near the end of the blade for draining, and draining is what the Arc weapon specializes in. Each cut on an enemy draws life from his foe and gives it to its wielder. While his enemies grow weaker, Grimjet grows stronger, feasting on their vitality. [Reference]

A B I L I T Y

Devour is Grimjet’s trademark skill. He can eat practically anything like a walking black hole, and he will proudly proclaim that there’s nothing out there that he can’t eat. Using devour, Grimjet can consume enemies, their weapons, and their abilities as nourishment for his body, making him stronger. The size of the enemy doesn’t matter and neither does the amount. There’s only one catch. No enemy will allow themselves to be devoured so easily, which is why it can require tact at times. Using his meat cleaver, the vitae that is hacked from his enemies is devoured until his enemies are too weak to run away. When an enemy is placed into such a vulnerable position, then Grimjet takes advantage of the opportunity. Whatever ability he devours does not become his. This isn't a copy cat move. It just makes him physically stronger and even more eager to be satisfied.

A Day in the Life of the Pirate King

A wood-brown blimp sailed through a sea of white stratus clouds as it quietly crept upon its moaning target. Knights stood in two silver square formations on the wooden deck, waiting with disciplined patience for the order to charge. Up a small staircase, standing at the bow of the ship before the helm was a beautiful man. His hair was white and like cotton pooling upon his shoulders. Wings of silver protruded from his shoulder pauldrons as a light-blue cape wafted in the breeze behind him, bearing woven design of a white Tree of Life—the symbol of the Church of the White. His blue eyes stared into an argent expanse. The helmsman, a younger soldier with brown hair, gazed upon their commander and asked, “Sir, are you sure the pirate king’s ship would be in the sky? Wouldn’t it be on the sea?”

Just then, they heard another moan. It resonated throughout the cloud screen. The cries of a whale. The holy knight frowned and ordered, “Take us down.”

Pulling a lever, the airship began its descent, diving like a submarine into the cloud bed as the clouds split like water about it. The entire ship vanished in a fog. The helmsman could no longer see his commander or even his hand before his face. The blimp then emerged, breaking through the cloud ceiling into a yellow buttery pocket of space. The sun shined through a tunnel of churning cumulus clouds and drifting before the airship was the creature they had been chasing. Swimming through the air was a mighty humpback whale, and on its back, the pirate king’s ship, The Kojira!

The holy knight smiled malevolently. The helmsman smiled, “Captain Siegfried, you found it!”

The captain ran the back of his hand through his glossy locks and replied snobbishly, “Of course I did. I have been studying the Kojira’s movements for months. Every attack, every pillage…it only took time to connect the dots and realize that there was a trick. I never thought it would be on the back of an actual kojira…prepare to board!”

Prepare to board!

An abrupt war cry from the formed units resounded.

“Full speed ahead!” the captain ordered.

“Full speed ahead!” the helmsman acknowledged.

The airship soared toward the whale-mounted-ship. The birds that had been circling its white sails scattered. Strangely, the airship was able to creep right above the pirate ship without conflict. The captain gazed over the rail at the deck of the pirate ship below. He hadn’t seen a single crewmember. Immediately he wondered, was it deserted? It couldn’t have been. That would have been too easy.

One of the lieutenants peered over the ship rail next and frowned at the inactivity they were seeing. “Sir, I don’t like it,” he told his captain.

Siegfried continued to regard the pirate ship for a lengthy minute. He had finally found it, but his instincts were telling him something was off. He felt nervous—scared even.

I fear only the White God, Siegfried told himself.

“Sir?” the helmsman called to him.

The captain turned away from the edge and walked over to the balcony to stand before his company. “Second Platoon stand fast and guard the airship. First Platoon board!”

The lieutenant raised his fist over his heart and hammered it against his armor in salute before he faced his men and echoed the command, “Ready the ladders! Board the ship!”

The platoon of spirited knights began dropping lengthy rope ladders onto the pirate deck below. Swiftly, each soldier descended collecting on the deck with their swords drawn and surveying what appeared to be a deserted ship. They waited for their lieutenant as he dropped from the ladder last and gazed about at the quiet ship.

Thrusting out an arm, he commanded, “Search the bloody ship!”

Barrels were turned over, cabins were turned upside down, and the galley ransacked. The only place they hadn’t searched was a lone little house on the deck with a small crescent moon window carved into the door. A knight posted at the door, gripping its handle. The lieutenant lowered his long sword, gripping its hilt with both hands, and holding the blade parallel to the floor. He was prepared to skewer whoever was behind it. The lieutenant’s green eyes met his knight’s brown, and he nodded. The knight jerked open the door and as the lieutenant motioned to attack, he was repelled by a wave of rank. The stench passed through his nostrils nearly making him faint as he quickly staggered backwards, raising an armored glove to his face. The knight who had opened the door was already bent over and vomiting with his back turned. What they stumbled upon was an outhouse and behind a dirty flipbook was a lone man.

The flipbook lowered, revealing a pair of blue narrowed eyes. The man’s red brows were pinched in irritation as he gazed upon a group of gawking knights from inside an outhouse that had obscene graffiti carved and inked all over the walls along with a few pinned poems and dirty paintings. He lowered the book further, his lips unzipping to reveal a handsome smile (maybe it would have been if he wasn’t sitting on a toilet). The man was wearing a sanguine-red leather coat with a collar of white puffy fur forming a horseshoe about his neck. Beneath it was a sculpted muscular torso of old scars inflicted by blades. His charcoal-black trousers were at least modestly at his knees with two brown leather belts threaded through their rungs. His pants were long enough to rest upon the toes of a pair of sturdy black boots. He leaned forward, resting his right forearm on his thigh as he arched a brow, “Oi, ye mind? Want t’try knockin’ first? Tha’ shitters in use.”

The lieutenant stared in disbelief. His green eyes showing disgust over the hand he kept clapped against his face. “Mmfph rmmph hmph!”

The man blinked and turned his head, raising his hand to his ear. “Pardon?”

The lieutenant attempted to remove his hand, but as soon as he opened his mouth, just tasting the odor on his tongue made his face flush green as a wave of vomit gushed into his mouth. His cheeks inflated and quickly he scrambled further away to reclaim some fresh air. Resting his hands on his knees, he reluctantly swallowed his vomit back down, and panted, filtering his lungs with clean air. When he managed to compose himself, he straightened and glared at the man with his sword directed at him.

“Where is your captain?” the lieutenant demanded.

The man narrowed his eyes again. “I be ‘im.”

The lieutenant blinked. “You’re Grimjet Clermont; The Butcher; the Pirate King?”

“Aye.”

The entire platoon was stunned.

“Where’s your crew?”

Grimjet rolled his eyes before he shrugged. “Off raidin’ somewhere?”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Cuz I’m takin’ a bloody shit! I said ye mind!”

Grimjet reached out to snag the door and slammed it closed, leaving the entire platoon dumbfounded. Captain Siegfried stepped off the side of the airship and dropped to the deck below. His white hair rippled in his graceful descent, his blue cape flagging above him. When he landed, his boots barely made a sound. His hand went to the golden scepter at his hip. The scepter was two feet in length with a round sphere at the end between two unfurled angelic wings. He drew the weapon, swinging it upwards in an arc as the air between him and the outhouse flashed like lightning. The outhouse spontaneously exploded in a blast of fire. Black smoke soon engulfed the flames before the passing winds wafted it away. Standing in the smoke’s place was Grimjet. His body was smoking, clothes singed a darker color by the flames. Behind him, whipping in the wind was a tail of toilet paper that had been trailing from his pants. Grimjet coughed twice, fanning the remnant wisps of smoke from his face before he slipped his hands into his pants pockets and gave the holy knight an ugly and displeased look. His teeth were irritably bared and his bottom lip poked out. He regarded the beautiful man for a few seconds before he tilted his head and muttered, “’Aven’t I seen ye somewhere befo’?”

Grimjet recalled a story about a black swordsman…Whatever. “Oi, ye got yer church, and me crew had that there shitter ye blew away. Twas’ our sacred place too, y’know?”

Siegfried pointed the scepter at the pirate king. “Where’s your crew?”

Grimjet’s lips twisted in amusement. He must have felt like such a big man pointing that arc at him. “I said raidin’.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

Behind the distracted first platoon and the holy knight were several balloon boats floating up to the airship. Grimjet tipped his head back and sighed. “Ugh, same old questions. I said I was shit—“

Siegfried had swung his scepter and the air combusted again. The knights watched in awe the power their captain demonstrated. The pirate king must have been regretting his decision to stay.

“I won’t ask again,” said Siegfried. “You’re a coward to have stayed behind.”

As the fire and smoke cleared, Grimjet was revealed with no longer a coat. His leather belts crumpled from his waist into char as his bare skin smoked from the swiftly healing burns. He peered over his shoulder, gazing at the tail of toilet paper that seemed to be preserved. It hadn’t even been singed. That was a good steal… he thought to himself, impressed.

“A captain always goes down wit’ ‘is ship,” Grimjet countered with a careless smile.

“Arm yourself, Monster.”

“Name callin’ now are we? I don’t need me knife to ‘andle ye scalawags.”

Grimjet kept his hands within the pockets of his pants and he grinned wickedly at the holy knight. The lieutenant frowned and regarded his captain. “We’ll handle this, Sir.”

Siegfried doubted his men could, but he had another plan up his sleeve. He nodded to his lieutenant and his lieutenant raised his sword and ordered, “Charge!”

First platoon charged the pirate king while Siegfried raised his scepter vertically and scowled in concentration. His arc began to glow. The platoon of fifty men surrounded Grimjet in five rotating rings. Slowly, they started to close in the circle. There were swords all around him, raised and ready to skewer him if he got too close. The pirate king’s blue eyes shifted left and then right. He glanced over each of his shoulders as his smile only broadened. Before the knights could get too close, Grimjet surprised them by charging toward three in the ring. He dropped upon his right side and slid until his booted feet slammed into the knights’ ankles. He slid through all five ranks, clearing a path before he executed a roll and rose to his feet. He whirled around to face his pursuers, and while walking backwards, he leaned back dipping left and then right at the shoulders to dodge sword swipes from a soldier closing in. Grimjet straightened and swung his left foot upwards to catch the soldier’s sword arm at the wrist. His toe met with the joint, causing a loud snap as the soldier’s wrist went limp.

“Argh!” the soldier screamed as Grimjet dropped his foot and leaning his weight upon it, twisted his body to bring his right leg swinging around toward the soldier’s head. His instep caught the side of his face, sending the soldier spinning like a ragdoll into a rank of soldiers. The rank collapsed, bowled over like pins as Grimjet lowered his foot and sprinted away from the pursuing group to gain some distance. While running toward the stern, Grimjet scooped up a coil of ship rope and faced the group. Grinning impishly, with his inhuman strength, he tossed the rope at one of the soldiers, the knot striking him in the face and sending him instantly to the ground. Snapping the rope back, Grimjet whipped it out again. The rope lashed an entire group, crushing them under its weighted length. The rope whipped wildly, crisscrossing as it tossed soldiers about and sent them to the floor. The lieutenant blocked the rope with his sword, baring his teeth as he felt the strength of the strike pass through his hand. It made his hand numb.

Grimjet retracted the rope once more and leapt into the air. He soared over the lieutenant’s head, dropping the heavy rope coil on top of him as he headed for the holy knight captain.

“Captain!”

Siegfried glanced up at the airship to see second platoon’s lieutenant leaning over the rail.

“We’re under attack!” he shouted.

Siegfried’s eyes widened as he thought, What!?

He watched as a pirate clashed swords with his lieutenant. Had the captain’s crew been present all along? But they had checked the whole ship.

“Captain!” the first platoon lieutenant screamed in warning as he wrestled the rope off of his body.

Siegfried’s attention returned to his current situation just as Grimjet landed before him. Face hardening in a scowl, Siegfried directed his charged scepter at the pirate king as Grimjet whipped his right leg around. As Grimjet’s foot connected harshly with the side of the holy knight’s armor, the strike threw off Siegfried’s aim. The air behind Grimjet’s head combusted into an enormous globe of fire that consumed one of the sails and sent the mast collapsing into the captain’s cabin. Siegfried turned, using the strike’s momentum to allow him to keep his footing. As he turned, his chest plate snapped free as two generous forms tumbled against the white cotton material of her tunic. Grimjet had followed the kick through and was spinning around to face Siegfried as she was spinning around to once again aim her scepter at him. The pirate king’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw the great bust that was turning to face him. His jaw parted to catch the head of the scepter between his teeth and his hands extended to grasp handfuls of the prominent orbs. The two froze. Siegfried’s eyes were shrunk in shock as she took a moment to gauge the situation. She saw her scepter in Grimjet’s mouth and his hands…Her mouth dropped, seeing his hands buried in her chest without shame.

With an enraged cry, Siegfried’s armored fist connected with Grimjet’s face sending him flying backwards. First platoon stood frozen in shock as they watched their captain fall to one knee crossing her arms before her chest protectively. Grimjet had landed on his back, the scepter gripped within a lewd smile. When he sat up, the man had devolved. The surprise that Siegfried had actually been a babe made him lose all intelligence. He became a metaphorical ape that began screeching and galloping around on its knuckles in excitement.

“OOK! OOK! AH AH AAH!” the perverted chimp screamed.

The lieutenant clapped a hand against his forehead. “I knew this was going to happen…” They had been trying to keep their captain’s womanhood a secret from the pirate king, having learned of his disturbing fondness for women. The last thing they had wanted was for their captain to become one of his obsessions.

“He has the scepter!” the captain shouted.

Grimjet stood and directed the scepter at Siegfried with a triumphant smile. “Aye, I do.”

“Captain!” her worried knights shouted.

Grimjet ordered, “Surrender or tha’ buxom bitch dies!”

Siegfried narrowed her eyes. Buxom…

The lieutenant hissed and then reluctantly ordered his men, “Lower your weapons!”

Siegfried growled, “What are you doing? Fight!”

Grimjet smirked over at her. “Tis checkmate girly. I win.”

One of Grimjet’s pirates yelled down, “We got everything handled up here Captain!”

“Good! Bring it all down,” Grimjet returned.

Once all the knights were collected and placed in the brig (except for the holy knight), and his men were back on board the Kojira, Grimjet went over the booty with his steward.

“Gear?” he asked, glancing over at the pile of armor and weapons they had collected off the White guardsmen.

“Check!” replied the steward.

“Loot?”

There was a pile of collected food, water, stolen coin purses and other supplies they had pilfered from the airship and its crew.

“Check!”

“Ransom?”

They both gazed down in the dark brig at the tied up knights.

“Check!”

Grimjet blushed and raised a hand shyly to his lips as he asked, “Girly?”

The steward forced a smile through his sympathy pains as he glanced over at the captured holy knight captain. “Check!”

Grimjet then held up the scepter. “Sea o’ gold?”

The steward grinned greedily, “Check!”

Grimjet threw back his head and laughed victoriously. “As soon as we sell all o’this we’re gonna be up to our necks in gold mates!”

A strand of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he thought, We’ll ‘ave enough food and grog fo’ a year.

His crew raised their fists into the air and cheered.

Grimjet inspected the scepter and muttered under his breath, “’Ow’d she use this thing again?”

The pirate king then twirled and struck a pose. His right arm was raised and curled with the palm of his right hand against the back of his head. His left hip was cocked out in a feminine manner as he aimed the golden scepter at the air ship like a magical girl. The blimp then detonated with a bang as its fiery remains tumbled from the sky. Siegfried’s face was flushed in anger and humiliation as she thought, I never once used my arc like that!

Grimjet winked at her and raised a hand to his mouth to blow her an air kiss. The holy knight hissed and screamed, “You better pray to the White God that I don’t get free!”

The steward then noticed the tail of toilet paper that had been hanging from the captain’s pants. He grasped the ribbon of 2-ply and tugged it. Pop! A loud growl resounded from Grimjet’s stomach. The cramps that began gripping his bowels like tight fists caused the pirate king to suddenly bend over with his arms crossed over his tummy in pain. The steward stared blankly until his captain’s distressed face appeared over his shoulder, staring at him as though he wanted to kill him.

“Wah!” the steward shrieked.

The noises were growing louder and Grimjet rasped, “What’d ye go touchin’ shite fer? Augh! It’s like a river o’nails tearin’ through me bowels! I wasn’t finished on tha’ shitter! Augh! It’s trynna’ force its bear claws through me arsehole!”

Grimjet’s hand snagged the back of his ass as he clenched his cheeks together with all of his might. Sweating bullets, he shuffled around seeing only a black charred spot where the outhouse used to be.

“Was that our only shitter?!”

The steward quickly flipped through his account papers. Grimjet stared at him impatiently with tiny eyes. After flipping through all the pages, the steward closed his eyes and fearfully gulped.

“Yes…” he squeaked.

“WHAT!?” Grimjet now on his knees and with both hands smashed against his ass (including the scepter) he screamed at his men, “YE BETTER BUILD ANOTHA’ SHITTER! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! YE FOOLS!”

Pirates started darting all over the place, rounding up wood from the destroyed mast for the new toilet. Siegfried shouted at Grimjet, “GET MY ARC AWAY FROM YOUR DISGUSTING ASS!”

Grimjet’s cheek was smashed against the deck as he continued to suffer, “It’s trynna drill through me hands! Sendin’ its brown whirlin’ spade through my flesh!”

The steward went green and backed away a few steps from him. The pirates finished building the outhouse in record time and exclaimed, “It’s ready, Captain!”

Grimjet immediately rose to his feet and sprinted faster than he ever had toward it. Siegfried yelled, “Don’t take my arc in there!”

The outhouse door slammed closed and Siegfried screamed, “NAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO~!”

The lieutenant frowned as he listened to all the screaming going on above. “What’s going on up there?” His nose then wrinkled as he caught wind of something foul. There was a horrible noise echoing from the pipe above him. He looked up and the smell only grew fouler. It was coming from the pipe. “Ugh, what is that…?” His eyes then grew large. He remembered the outhouse. He had wondered where it all went and now he knew. “Run!”

The other knights stared at him awkwardly. “This isn’t a prison! It’s the septic tank!”

The brig broke out into chaos as knights climbed over knights in the mad scramble to get away from what was about to explode through the pipes. The worst part was that it was going to be a long journey before the Kojira came across another group of holy knights to ransom them off to.

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@PyromaniacwolfHigher. The wraith could remain summoned for as long as he wanted. I think limiting the wraith's reach as you did with 10 or 20 meters is good. I'm assuming that this is more like the wraith can't travel too far away from its master.

I'll have Gluttony's CS up in a second. I'm changing his look from the last time I rped him and I'm changing his CS layout.

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@Dark LightLike inhuman strength, speed, reflexes, toughness, stamina, etc. - physical abilities.

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Name: Princess Evelyn "Eve" Caroline
Age: 20
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Gender: Female

Written Appearance: As a princess, Evelyn always wore dresses. Gowns, corsets, and more gowns. She was never allowed to show any skin below her shoulders. Such a life was normal for her and she didn't think much of it. It wasn't until she was chased from her kingdom that she found herself having to wear other garments. She had to dress herself in whatever she could find, giving up her puffy and decorative dress. She travels in the clothes of a pauper. Itchy sack cloth shirt and pants and deer skin shoes. Her milk-white skin is smudged in dirt and her once wavy and shiny brown hair is tied behind her back with an old shoe lace. She still holds onto her family's signet ring, wearing it on a leather thread about her neck so that it's hidden beneath her shirt. There was a reason why the Carolines hid their daughter behind layers of clothes. She is beautiful and had many suitors wishing to take her hand...not anymore.

Personality: It is Eve's first time outside the castle and she is very naive to being swindled by the clever tricksters of the streets. She speaks very formally, which is usually a sign of a noble upbringing. She is respectful and timid of the strangers who were either formally her subjects or from another kingdom entirely. Eve knows how delicate she is, but she is determined to save her parents from the Church of the White. She doesn't know if she will even succeed in finding the Seven Sins. She doesn't even know if she will survive the journey. All Eve knows is that she has to try!

Background: Princess Evelyn Caroline is the daughter of King Patreus and Queen Melody. She is their only child and has been safely guarded from the world until now. Everything began when a Great Holy Knight by the name of Hector Mineaus came to her kingdom to assist them in dealing with a barbaric clan of giants. The clan's leader was named Barakas and he was known to feed the humans to his giant hounds. With the king's permission, Hector was allowed to lead his army against the clan. He succeeded in slaying Barakas, and the Carolines honored him with a celebration. It was at the celebration that Hector approached Evelyn and secretly tried to woo her. Evelyn shyly rejected the knight's attempts to his silent anger. The day after the party was when the Church of the White was suddenly upon the capitol. There was talk of a resistance against the Carolines. The story was that because the Carolines had requested aid from the church to handle the giants rather than send their own army that the people were in outrage. The Carolines weren't even given a chance to have an audience with their kingdom before they were moved into a sanctuary that seemed more like a heavily-guarded prison.

Before the Holy Knights could detain Evelyn, the king ordered her protector to take her out of the castle. The protector against the Holy Knights orders did as his king commanded and fled the castle with Evelyn. He rode as far as he could with the knights on his tail. When he feared his horse would tire before they would lose them, Eve's protector stayed behind to fight the Holy Knights so that she could escape. Eve, afraid to be alone in this foreign world, reluctantly rode off leaving her protector behind and the last relation she had to her family.

Current Story: Her horse long gone and her dress long ruined, Eve was forced to travel Gaea alone. She is learning to endure the hardship of survival and no longer having servants to rely on. There have been those kind to her, but there were more who were cruel, forcing her to be wary of strangers. Having discovered the wanted posters for the Seven Deadly Sins, she remembered tales of their power and decided to find them. They just might be strong enough to take her kingdom back from the church and free her parents.

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This game was greatly inspired by the anime Nanatsu no Taiza a.k.a. The Seven Deadly Sins. You do not have to have seen this anime to participate in this game for this game is running on its own original setting. I made this game a year ago, and now I'm bringing it back since the show has resumed with Season 2. But yeah, as it says above, you do not have to have seen the show at all. Just read this OOC and you will know what you're about to get into. I got rid of some old ideas that I felt didn't help the game much.

This game will be high fantasy, which means majority of the creatures found in this game will be entirely of our imagination, and if they are creatures we want to keep in this game as common knowledge, then there will be a Beast Log to record them.

The technology level of this game is mostly magic and medieval but some kingdoms have access to steam technology as well as magic-operated/magic-producing machinery called Arcana or Arcs if it is a weapon. Arcs are rare weapons that are beyond expensive and are greatly desired by any kingdom, military, crime element, and individual due to their immense power.

This was the basic synopsis of the game. If you are interested, then please continue to read and instead of just announcing "interested" in the Interest Check, please reserve a role. This will let me know that you have read this line and are capable of reading comprehension as well as following directions.

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There are two gods in this world. The White God and The Black God, although, not much is known of the Black God. The most active god has always been the White God. However, the story goes that between the gods Man was created as a balance. Man was neither good or evil and leaned, whichever way Man desired. Some chose the path of the White God and gave up their freewill in service to It. They were called Holy Knights. These powerful knights were angelic in appearance and with their power granted by the White God, they dedicated their lives to bringing justice to the masses. No kingdom could ignore a Holy Knight's audience. They are the wandering judges in the land, but that didn't make them good. Self-righteousness could be an evil thing, and many kingdoms and villages were wiped out if ever a Holy Knight deemed them to be wicked. The White God is praised to be an inspiration of hope, salvation, and purity - everything that humans desired in a true god, but perhaps the god's light shined so brightly that they were blinded?

The Black God faded from history, and is imagined to be a fairy tale. It has become the shadow of the White God. Some even question if a Black God even exists. There were seven warriors who opposed the Holy Knights. Seven who strangely bore the strength to ward off the power of the White God. This disturbed the god, and while the seven warriors gloated over their powers and victories, their complacency left an opening. The White God personally attacked the seven warriors and branded each warrior with a curse/sin. They were banished across Gaea, and their minds shattered so that they could not remember who they are and what they did. The Holy Knights hunt them, seeking to destroy them while they're vulnerable. Time will only tell when they succeed.

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This game takes place ten years after the White God's banishing. In this game, the seven deadly sins are: Pride, Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Wrath and Sloth. They are equal in might; however, some may be physically faster or stronger than the others depending if they specialize specifically in those abilities. The Sins are extremely powerful to demigod level and sometimes tipping into god level. The Holy Knights are similarly powerful, but still only challenge a Sin in numbers. There are only few Holy Knights in existence that can take on a Sin one-on-one and those Holy Knights are not to be taken lightly.

The Sins before their curse were good friends and were quite a colorful bunch with all of their interesting personalities making them quite the dysfunctional family. Since they were scattered by the White God's phenomenal curse, the White God has taught Man that the Sins are evil. Any being bearing the Brand of the Seven is an evil person to be turned over to authorities immediately. Because of this social stigma, the Sins with their fragmented memories believe themselves to be evil. Their crime? They cannot remember but figure it was something awful. Wherever you place your Sin in this world, in whatever situation, is how they will be found. Dead? Alive? Imprisoned? Working at a bar? Whatever you choose. Each Sin has a wanted poster posted with their face on it for "x" amount of gold (however much you think your Sin is worth).

Each sin has one ability. Not three in one. Just one ability. This ability is not to be confused with their already freely given demigod physical abilities. There is no point in listing what's automatically granted to your character when you do your profile. I should only see one ability listed under ability. If you want super speed to be an ability that makes them the fastest Sin, then you can do that but be warned that that is your ability. Likewise, for strength, durability, etc. We will see who follows these directions.

As the game states, there are only seven sins. I will not be accepting more than seven people. I, the GM, have chosen a Sin (Gluttony) so there are six openings for Sins. I do not have a limit on Holy Knights just yet. The Sins can be male or female. They do not have to be all male or all female and there doesn't have to be an equal amount of either.

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Seven Sins CS

Name: This is not the name of your Sin. This is your character's name. I would like for all Sins to have a first and a last name to show that you thought this profile through.
Age: The Seven Sins are practically immortal but if your Sin "appears" to be a certain age, then go ahead and write what they "appear to be."
Sin: Lust, Greed, Pride, Envy, Wrath, and Sloth (You probably notice Gluttony is missing. Yep, taken by the GM)
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Gender:
Written Appearance: You can go into full detail about your character's appearance from hair color, highlights, eye variations, scars, tattoos, etc. This is not the section where you describe their brand. That's below.
Brand Appearance: What does their brand look like. Describe in detail and also mention where it is positioned.

Personality: You do not have to be overly detailed with this. Just a summary. I'm sure your character's personality will blossom in game.

Background: This is what the Sins can't remember. Do not worry about this section. We will fill this out later once we know who is accepted in the game. Because then we can collaborate on some plot related information. So yes, you can leave this section blank.

Current Story: What has happened to them since? Where are they now?

Weapon: Only if your Sin uses a weapon. The weapon that they do use will be an Arc. How did they get it? You can make up the story. Maybe it was a special memento? Maybe they looted it off a defeated opponent?

Ability: Notice that this isn't plural. One ability.

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Evelyn, or Eve, [GM-character] is secretly the daughter of King Patreus and Queen Melody Caroline. The Holy Knights have taken her kingdom, claiming that they are protecting it from a resistance that has arisen to chase the Holy Knights out. The Holy Knights, however, twisted the goals of the resistance around, telling the royal family that the resistance was raised to oppose their rule and not the Holy Knights. Eve's family was thus contained, placing the Holy Knights in complete power over her kingdom. Her mother helped her escape before she was taken and she has since traveled the world in search of the Seven Sins, who she feels will end the Holy Knights reign and return the world to peace.

Eve is unaccustomed to life outside of her palace where servants waited on her hand and foot, and so she has a lot of character development to go through. There is a secret divine power within her, and it's not of the White God, which can be revealed in certain situations in game. The biggest revealing is how she is able to restore the memories of each of the Sins. Her "kills with kindness" personality makes her a princess that the Sins are eventually all willing to fight for and protect. Eve will learn to be the monarch she is destined to be.

Evelyn Caroline

Name: Princess Evelyn "Eve" Caroline
Age: 20
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Gender: Female

Written Appearance: As a princess, Evelyn always wore dresses. Gowns, corsets, and more gowns. She was never allowed to show any skin below her shoulders. Such a life was normal for her and she didn't think much of it. It wasn't until she was chased from her kingdom that she found herself having to wear other garments. She had to dress herself in whatever she could find, giving up her puffy and decorative dress. She travels in the clothes of a pauper. Itchy sack cloth shirt and pants and deer skin shoes. Her milk-white skin is smudged in dirt and her once wavy and shiny brown hair is tied behind her back with an old shoe lace. She still holds onto her family's signet ring, wearing it on a leather thread about her neck so that it's hidden beneath her shirt. There was a reason why the Carolines hid their daughter behind layers of clothes. She is beautiful and had many suitors wishing to take her hand...not anymore.

Personality: It is Eve's first time outside the castle and she is very naive to being swindled by the clever tricksters of the streets. She speaks very formally, which is usually a sign of a noble upbringing. She is respectful and timid of the strangers who were either formally her subjects or from another kingdom entirely. Eve knows how delicate she is, but she is determined to save her parents from the Church of the White. She doesn't know if she will even succeed in finding the Seven Sins. She doesn't even know if she will survive the journey. All Eve knows is that she has to try!

Background: Princess Evelyn Caroline is the daughter of King Patreus and Queen Melody. She is their only child and has been safely guarded from the world until now. Everything began when a Great Holy Knight by the name of Hector Mineaus came to her kingdom to assist them in dealing with a barbaric clan of giants. The clan's leader was named Barakas and he was known to feed the humans to his giant hounds. With the king's permission, Hector was allowed to lead his army against the clan. He succeeded in slaying Barakas, and the Carolines honored him with a celebration. It was at the celebration that Hector approached Evelyn and secretly tried to woo her. Evelyn shyly rejected the knight's attempts to his silent anger. The day after the party was when the Church of the White was suddenly upon the capitol. There was talk of a resistance against the Carolines. The story was that because the Carolines had requested aid from the church to handle the giants rather than send their own army that the people were in outrage. The Carolines weren't even given a chance to have an audience with their kingdom before they were moved into a sanctuary that seemed more like a heavily-guarded prison.

Before the Holy Knights could detain Evelyn, the king ordered her protector to take her out of the castle. The protector against the Holy Knights orders did as his king commanded and fled the castle with Evelyn. He rode as far as he could with the knights on his tail. When he feared his horse would tire before they would lose them, Eve's protector stayed behind to fight the Holy Knights so that she could escape. Eve, afraid to be alone in this foreign world, reluctantly rode off leaving her protector behind and the last relation she had to her family.

Current Story: Her horse long gone and her dress long ruined, Eve was forced to travel Gaea alone. She is learning to endure the hardship of survival and no longer having servants to rely on. There have been those kind to her, but there were more who were cruel, forcing her to be wary of strangers. Having discovered the wanted posters for the Seven Deadly Sins, she remembered tales of their power and decided to find them. They just might be strong enough to take her kingdom back from the church and free her parents.

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If more than seven people show interest in this game, then selection for this game will be based on your character's concept. It'll be completely subjective and based on what the GM deems is good for the game. This does not mean if your character isn't selected that you are a bad writer, you can't come up with interesting ideas, or anything negative along those lines. I will merely be making a selection based on what I think is good for the story. So if you're confident, you really like this idea, and you want to give it a shot, then you're good to go. Note: That this subjectivity will only be used if the role you chose is being contested by another player. If no one challenges the same slot you wanted, then you are good to go.

Rules

1. No drama. You think this rule wouldn't need to be up here, but unfortunately, there are some immature/moody folks who like to air out their dirty laundry. If you think I'm going to put up with it, you're wrong. You will be removed from the game in a heartbeat. "I had a bad day," is not an excuse. If you're having a bad day, then you better go find something to do that makes you happy because if you're letting your bad day create a toxic environment in this game, you will be removed without mercy.
2. Communication. I understand how college is. Been there. Done that. I know it can be busy and exams take up your time. HOWEVER, you are completely capable of spending not even 1 min, coming online and saying, "Hey, I'm going to be busy with exams for the next "x" amount of days." That's all it takes. Very easy. Or even, "Hey, I'm going to be on vacation from [blank] date to [blank] date. Again, too easy. If you disappear without telling me where you went for 7 days, I will have everyone move on without you. If you're gone for 30 days, then you will be removed from the game.
3. Activity Level. I want this game to be fun and to move as we make it move. So I don't expect the activity level to be anything extreme unless we're all having a good time. I guess what I'm saying is, this will depend on us. No one will be posting over anyone in this game (unless you're mysteriously absent). If someone hasn't responded, then we will wait for them to respond. If there's a 1 on 1 dialog between characters that has nothing to do with other characters, then those can be collaborated using Pirate Pad or PMs. What most certainly won't happen is people posting 10 times per day. That's not going to happen.
4. Have Fun and Story Weave. If you haven't noticed, this world isn't in depth because I want us all to move this story and create plots together. I, the GM, will be the overall guide for the plot and I will make some exceptions for side stories, but the amount of imagination you put into each post is all you. Try to make a character that you can feel and love. Do not just try to join this game because it seemed cool and you're jumping on the bandwagon with everyone else. Your character, and the love you have for him or her is going to decide how long you stay in this game. No lie.

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Holy Knights

I am only allowing at maximum 2 GREAT Holy Knights, and you are free to make a Holy Knight that was formally bad and has become good. Holy Knights will more than likely know each other and serve together. They can even be siblings. Whatever you decide.

Holy Knight CS

Name: I want for Holy Knights to have a first and last name.
Age: The Holy Knights are not immortal like the Seven Sins. So an actual age must go here.
Allegiance: Church of the White (default allegiance)
Position: What rank is your Holy Knight? Holy Knight, Great Holy Knight (if they're a Great Holy Knight they're one of the most powerful HKs and they're more than likely the captain in charge of a unit. So expect to NPC his/her unit.).
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Gender:
Written Appearance: You can go into full detail about your character's appearance from hair color, highlights, eye variations, scars, tattoos, etc. The Holy Knights are very angelic in appearance due to their affiliation with the White God. They appear how the Humans would expect any servant of a the White God to appear.

Personality: You do not have to be overly detailed with this. Just a summary. I'm sure your character's personality will blossom in game.

Background: Unlike the Sins, the Holy Knights do have a background to complete. Why did your character become a Holy Knight? What do they hope to achieve by being in service to the White God? Why do they believe in the White God? These are just example questions you can answer in your profile.

Current Story: What is their mission now?

Weapon: All Holy Knights wield Arcs. This is where you describe your Holy Knight's Arc and its power.

Ability: The Holy Knights, similar to the Sins, have an ability theme. Choose one ability for your HK.

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Reserved Sins

If you don't see the CS linked to this name, then the character is not yet approved. Writing prompts are due Friday, 5 Jan 18. If no prompts are received by then, then those roles who failed to provide them will open up.
Gluttony {GM}
Wrath (Need)
Greed @Majoras End
Envy @Yahrlan
Lust (Need)
Pride @Tenma Tendo
Sloth @AllHollowsEve

Reserved Holy Knights

Not taking anymore HKs at this time.

Holy Knight @NobodiesHero
Holy Knight @Loki Odinson

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Three - Very Early Morning
Location: Transitioning from Smash Arena/ Save Point Inn / 26th Floor of Tetris Castle, Council Room
Tagging: @DracoLunaris@Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki@Majoras End@ONL

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Smash Arena Transition

A green army officer approached Guile and James. He stopped next to the angry street fighter and crossed his arms behind his back. He had overheard fragments of the conversation and piped in, “I will have my men arrest that bear immediately.” Guile faced the officer and raised his right hand to his brow in salute. The officer returned the salute with a smile and a greeting as he took Guile’s hand in a firm shake.

“Good Evening Major,” the officer greeted before he turned to James and offered his plastic hand. “We have not met. I am Colonel Grimm, the Commander of the Green Army. The situation here was a ghastly one. Because we had no eyes on the inside, we had to execute drastic measures. Majority of the individuals who attend these Smash events are crooks and criminals, and while I do not imply that there was any justification in the shooting, I am only explaining why things went the way they did. Unfortunately, all of these victims will remain down here in quarantine until they can be cleared by a healthcare provider.”

Guile crossed his arms before his chest and cocked the corner of his lip in a sneer. “We gotta lot to talk about and this ain’t the proper place for it. Meet me back at the castle in the Council Room,” he told James.

So I destroyed the blob things. What happened here? Did we get them all?...also what is this thing?

Guile and the colonel turned to gaze in disgust at the drooling bag Naija was holding up. It didn’t seem capable of feeding itself and instead seemed to rely on a host to feed it directly.

“Take it to the 49th Floor. I’m sure they will know what to do with it,” Guile told Naija. By now, Naija should have been very familiar with that floor having been there herself to be used as a guinea pig for a new vaccine. “I want everyone here to get checked before they go running off!”

It was going to be a long night. Guile held mix feelings toward the heroes. One, he was angry that they were even at the Smash event to begin with, and then two, he had to speculate that if they had none gone, then Platform City might have had an outbreak.

Cloud sighed at being stuck in the subway until they could be properly cleared. The night had been long and all he wanted to do was shower and sleep. One of the patrolling Army men approached him and Shantae, and on their colonel’s orders didn’t make any exceptions to let them go. While Cloud was more cooperative about it, the half-genie wasn’t.

When Shantae winked back at him, Cloud frowned a little until she started to dance…a blank expression washed over the ex-SOLDIER’s face as Shantae twerked her hips and rolled her stomach in some random belly dance. Then suddenly, there was a flash and the half-genie was gone. In her place was a monkey that quickly made a grand escape. Cloud watched wide-eyed as Shantae managed to cleverly reach the surface. Unfortunately for him, he was out of mana and lacked such trickster magic.

Hope you don’t get caught, Cloud thought.

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The Save Point

The Save Point Inn’s interior was warm and cozy. The floor, walls, and ceiling were made of plush pillows and several creatures were camped about in the corners, softly snoring and sleeping away. There were Noddies from Dream Land tucked away in the corners of the rooms, in the chairs, cabinets, and even on the ceiling lamps. They were like cats, sleeping wherever they could. As for cats, there was a massive cat in the dining room where the inn’s complimentary breakfast was often served. The Snorlax was sprawled out, its large soft belly rising and falling with its deep breaths, and a pile of Noddies were sleeping in the comfort of its fur.

The yellow dragonfly who had been anxiously waiting in the lobby turned to see Shantae and immediately smiled. He darted over to her and greeted, “Hey! You made it!” He flew in an excited circle of celebration. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

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Council Room

By the time those who he had called to the 26th floor would arrive, it was Day 3 somewhere during the twilight hours. They had fought all evening into the morning of the next day. He was sitting at the head of the empty Council table with a mug of coffee. He actually had a coffee maker on the table with a full pitcher if anyone had wanted any. He waited for the heroes to at least come within earshot of him. If they decided to pour and dress their coffee, then so be it. He began, “I had a lot to think about on the trip back here. When I received a call from James in the middle of the night, I wasn’t happy, and when I found out that it was because you all were fighting in the Smash Arena, I was pissed. Not only is the Smash Arena an illegal operation, but I didn’t want our heroes gettin’ caught up in that sort of business. You guys may not realize it, but the citizens of Platform City are takin' an interest in you all. You’re heroes. You have a growin' fan base startin' to develop. If they find out that their heroes participate in underground operations like that, then they will want to get involved…I wanted to punish you guys. I thought about banning you all from the next mission, but I can’t. Even if I wanted to, the fate of The System cannot also be punished.”

Guile interlaced his fingers as he rested his forearms upon the table. He leaned over a bit, gazing at each of the heroes. “I’m not gonna punish you guys. I was thinking that if you guys hadn’t showed up there tonight, then a lot of people could have been infected and we would have an Outbreak on our hands. An Outbreak in Platform City is one of the Council’s worst nightmares. If the Outbreak had been silent, we all could be waking up to our necks in M-virus monsters. For that, the Council thanks you. I thank you.”

He sat back in his chair with a sigh and grabbed his coffee mug. It seemed getting such a sentimental statement off his chest had been harder for him than they realized.

“Colonel Grimm has a green interrogator interrogatin' Moneybags on the 49th floor. If any of you want to spectate, then feel free. Maybe you guys can unravel somethin'. Mr. Solus is examinin' that…thing whatever it was. He should have more data about it soon. If you want to go bother him, then that’s open too. What I really want you guys to do is to rest up. I’m gonna hit the hay after this. I know there are a lot of loose ends here that need tuggin', but you never know when the Council is gonna throw you into another random mission. Whatever you do, try to get some sleep eventually. I’m gonna be sittin' here until I finish this coffee, so if you have any questions, concerns, or comments, then feel free.”