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Geez, I didn't think I'd need to write a bio. I thought I could get away from how uninteresting I am. I really am boring. There's nothing more generic than an angsty, lonely teenager who spends too much time on the internet. I mean, I like the colour purple. That's got to count for something. I find I daydream a lot, and listening to music really helps me me develop and fantasies I'm conjuring. Because I'm usually daydreaming I don't do much, and because I don't do much I'm boring.

I'm not very familiar with the types of roleplaying there are, but I'd love something intricate and in-depth, that revolves around fantasy and magic or sci-fi. The genre of the roleplays doesn't really matter too much, so long as it's engaing and interesting! I'll try to keep this post updated if I find some more information that would be useful to others, but I have a feeling not many people will be reading this anyway.

That's it, I guess. Take it easy and happy roleplaying!

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Hey everyone.

I've been busy sorting out other RPs and with exams coming up soon I'm afraid I can't keep up this one with any good quality :( I'll be tuning in sometimes though, so happy writing!
The stars shine brightly, searing their brilliance into your eyes. For a moment all goes white, but as the light fades, you’re faced with an amorphous, iridescent cloud. You’re floating in a dark space - only you and the formless figure seem to exist on this plane.

Greetings.

You respond, hailing the figure. It chuckles lowly. “You look confused. I am a Titan, one of the 8 that created your world. In the passing millennia, the other Titans have grown weak, and now, together, we will set the world free from their ignorance and complacency. You shall be my champion, and we shall rule Earth together!

You look down and see brightness swirl into your arms. It courses through your veins and pulses powerfully. A warmth takes over you - you’re being Blessed.

The cloud shrinks away, as suddenly the warmth fades from your body. You’re returning back to consciousness. A million more questions swirl in your mind, but you hear the voice calling. “Do not fret. I shall see you when you slumber. For now, fight, my champion! Bring us glory!

You’re jolted awake. Looking around you’re still where you were when you fell asleep. Despite the vision, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Your dream has ended; your journey has begun.

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You walk across the water. The ocean swells around you, and as you take another step towards the horizon, your stomach lurches as you’re sent cascading into the depths below. Submerged, you are greeted with nothingness.

Your eyes open. There is blackness all around--you close your eyes again but there’s no difference. A deep laugh pervades the shroud of darkness. You feel a twinge of fear, but it instantly dissipates. For some reason, the entity does not seem hostile.

Youngling,” It begins. You can’t tell whether it’s male or female, but you know for a fact that it’s powerful. “You’ve amused us. To defy the power of the Titans is no easy feat--they selected you themselves from the millions that exist in your world. And yet, the path you walk is so firm and you remain steadfast, even with their influence. For that, we commend you.

“Thus! We have decided to give you a mark. You shall become Branded, excluded from the afterlife your short mortal coil would inevitably succumb to, and you will remain forevermore on earth. We desire entertainment, and you have provided us with a new source.


The entity cackles again and you feel confused. Entertainment? You feel you will not have any say in the matter. From the darkness, pain sears into the back of your neck. You try to scream--but are stifled by an unseen force. The burning escalates; the voice sounds again. “You have been tethered to the mortal realm--no matter what happens, your soul shall prevail. Reborn and reborn again. Entertain us well, youngling. Or you’ll find yourself living to regret it.

Abruptly, you find yourself awake. You’re still as you were when you fell asleep--a tentative hand to your neck reveals no discernible injury. Nothing around you seems to have changed. However, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched.


Ursu is a bald man, with 9 black dots tattooed onto his forehead. He's quite tall, 6ft 2", and has a lithe build. What he trades for raw strength is his flexibility and gymnastic ability. Being away from the monastery for long has caused him to grow out in stubble a little, however he seems to not be able to grow any hair on his head. He's gotten rid of most of his traditional clothing to go for something more practical, and fitting of a long journey. He has warm brown eyes.

Ursu


Age: 26

Origins: Braford

Affiliation: Branded

Personality:


Ursu was once a young man driven by hatred, anguish and bitterness--however, under the teaching of a lost group of monks, he was reformed, and now has a very calm demeanour. Enlightened by the tenets he learned in the mountains, Ursu strives to be peaceful and chivalrous, but is still learning to keep control of his anger at times. His cool disposition allows him to think rationally during times, and is always ready with a word of wisdom to aid an ally or quell an enemy. Ursu sees the loss of life as a tragic thing, and has come to despise those that kill for their own benefit. He is a complete vegan, and while he understands it's necessary for humans to use animals to survive, objects to cruelty of any kind. He wishes to inspire hope in other people, and is thankful for the tutelage he had. His greatest desire is to let others know the enlightenment he had, so they too may be able to appreciate life and others in all their forms. While he was taught to be polite and peaceful, unlike the other monks, who used their martial knowledge for display and honing the body, he would not shy away from a fight, if it was to protect those who cannot protect themselves, or maintain peace. He believes that becoming Branded is not a burden, but the exact means he needed to be able to show as many people as possible the meaning of peace and oneness with others.

Backstory:


Ursu grew up in the dingy wastes of Braford, a small, secluded town in the south known for its high population of mercenaries and escaped convicts. It was a squalid, barbaric place, but it had its own sense of anarchic system and lifestyle. Originally born with the name Nautilus, he grew up in a surprisingly stable family, scavenging for most like the rest but still somewhat content with the small life they made.
Eventually Nautilus became a crew-member on a ship called the Rapscallion, faring the depths with an outlaw group called the Ocean's Mist. He enjoyed the chaotic lifestyle of assault, plundering nearby towns and ships, for a time. After a few months, Nautilus grew bored of mindless debauchery - what allured him to the crew was the illustrious sense of adventure he used to feel - a sense that was quickly waning. So, Nautilus severed most of his ties with the group, becoming more interested in locating and identifying lost treasures instead. It was during his apprenticeship at a black collar jewellery shop, Pearl's Rind, that he was told of the Cornucopia, an alleged cove out at sea that held riches beyond imagination. For a time, Nautilus became addicted to finding the area, and dreamt of the valuables it held, locked away from civilisation for an unfathomable period of time. Two years of studying maps of the area and scouting uncharted waters around Scumwater, he thought he finally found what could have been the Cornucopia. All he needed was a crew, and he knew just where to look.

After a month of preparation, they set out to sea. The journey was arduous, but eventually they came across a shore made completely of dead, black rock. The Ocean Mist disembarked, scouring the small island for any sort of entrance. They found one - marked with a warning in archaic English that whosoever trespassed on this area would be cursed by the Tide's mistress, a folk legend said to have been banished from the Lucenrai by powerful magics. Since none dared enter the cave, Nautilus decided he would lead the men in. And he was right - treasure enough to keep all the men and their grandchildren lords for the rest of their lives. The group took what the could - soon the Cornucopia was bare. The Ocean Mist's crew left with the treasure to load the Rapscallion, but Nautilus remained for just one moment longer to say goodbye to his greatest adventure. It was his greatest mistake.

A swirl of black smoke arose from the crevasses in the cave, forming a figure that extended a dark tendril towards him. It screeched like a banshee, resonating to the bottom of Nautilus' soul. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as apparitions crawled out from the shadows. Figures clad in armour and brandishing old, faded swords clambered towards him. Nautilus screamed and ran out of the Cornucopia, exclaiming to load the ship swiftly. The treasure was loaded, and the crew scurried to their posts, straining flesh and steel to leave the bay in any quick time. Unfortunately, this did not include Nautilus. As he watched the Rapscallion pull away from the isle, he felt a boot kick him square in his back and push him overboard. The feeling of the ocean dragging him into the deep was only second to the sting of betrayal that constricted his chest.

When he woke up, Nautilus was at his home. He had no treasure. His research on the Cornucopia had disappeared. He was alone and confused. Nautilus heard a few hours later that the Rapscallion was lost at sea. The Ocean's Mist never made it back to Braford. While he was absent, father died in a sailing accident and his mother was nothing more than a whore in one of the many brothels. Nautilus burned with rage at his loss and misfortune--his heart had harded and was reforged in bitterness--in the dead of night, he fled Braford and travelled the land as a mercenary, murdering betrayers and oathbreakers with no mercy or pity. It still did not fill the hole of anguish in his heart--no matter how many people he killed, he himself could not find closure for his crew's treachery. So, he decided to return to Braford, and purge the entire city of perfidious scum.

As Nautilus made his way back, he travelled in a caravan that passed through the Kibilgab Crags--an area known for being perilous in footing and nature. However, his anger made him heed no warning--he resolved to take the quickest route back to Braford in the hopes of sating his bloodlust. Alas, tragedy fell upon him once again--a horse driving a carriage slipped on a small rock, and the entire convoy was destroyed by the resulting rockslide--few people remained alive. A passing monk, one of the Cizero, found the wreckage a few days after, recovering as many survivors as he could. The monk didn't have to search for long. Only 4 of the total twenty people remained alive.

He worked on dragging the people back to the Cizero monastery, located on an isolated mountain peak. There, Nautilus and the other's wounds were tended to, and they all recuperated within a month. When they were all conscious, the monks asked if they wished to stay with them in the monastery, and adopt a peaceful way of life. The other 3 survivors, being merchants, declined, instead requesting a monk lead them back out of the Crags. Disappointed, the monks complied, sending them back on their way safely. Nautilus too wished to leave so he could continue on his vendetta, but the monks sensed the hatred in his heart, and refused to let him leave.

Being held captive, Nautilus refused to eat or drink for three days. Thinking that he could be fuelled on by rage alone, he began to fall sick again despite his recent recovery. On a cold autumn day, the monk that once again gave him the option of a meal, laughed at Nautilus' folly--he asked what he wished to achieve by not eating. Nautilus replied that he would rather starve to death than be forced to remain here. Taking some amusement from the statement, the monk challenged Nautilus--should he manage to survive without food longer than the monk, he would be allowed to leave. If not, he would stay, and learn the ways of the Cizero. Nautilus accepted after some consideration--after all, he had a mission to complete. And so, with the monk sitting beside Nautilus in his room, the challenge began. Three days passed with neither man eating or drinking a drop. Then five. Then ten. Then fifteen. After 20 days, Nautilus could bear it no longer--he was so hungry he could barely sit upright. The monk looked as if he had been eating all week. At long last Nautilus gave up, asking for a bowl of water. His wish was granted, at the cost of him losing the challenge. He would train to become a monk.

Over three years later, with the harshest of training from his mentor, Beak, Nautilus was a changed man--he let go of his hatred and anger and had been enlightened; inner peace was within his grasp! Trained in meditation, controlling the body, mind and spirit, he shaved his head bald and became an initiated Cizeron monk. As with all the monks, he had changed his name after he finished his training, taking up the mantle of Ursu.

After the Bestowing, he told Beak of his gifts, and loss of mana. As if the monks knew, Ursu was given an ornamental staff, and told to find balance in the world, and bring peace to the warring Titans and other gifted humans. Armed only with his training, the staff, and the wind on his back, Ursu set out to find a destination to his new journey.

Skills & Talents:


-Inner peace:
Ursu's tutilage has allowed him heightened control over his body--he may hold his breath underwater for long periods of time, can maintain his core body temperature and can fuel his body without food for many months.

-Martial artist:
Ursu has been taught several ancient martial arts, and is adept at hand to hand combat. However, he prefers using his staff, which he is also formidable with.

-Excellent agility and gymnastics:
Because of his previous life as a pirate along with his Cizeron training, Ursu is extremely gymnastic and can move very swiftly in most settings. He has impeccable hand/eye co-ordination and spacial awareness.

-Master geographer:
Ursu is an excellent geographer - his memory for graphs and information pertaining location is unparalleled. He can decipher even the oldest maps with relative ease.

-Gemmologist:
He likes shiny things.

Equipment:


-Golden ornamental staff
-Large Malas prayer beads around his neck
-Dark drop crotch pants and flowing gold Cizeron robes
-Knee high sandals as footwear
-Green gemstone necklace given to him by his mother when he was younger

Magical abilities:


Not wanting to constant murder in light of using powers, Ursu decided to imbue his Malas beads with power, allowing him to control the metal spheres as weapons. Since his body is already the pinnacle of fitness, he sees no other reason to use magic at the cost of the spirit of another living thing.

Reason for picking Titan/Branded:

Ursu pledges allegiance to no Titan--he sees their war as petty, and only serving to destroy life. Instead, he wishes to promote peace and harmony between all, and believes that becoming Branded was the best way to do so.
The crust in the man's eyes sealed them shut for the first few moments of his consciousness. In any other circumstances he would have found it rather disgusting, but the more pressing matter on his mind was that he didn't remember falling asleep. He gasped and started breathing faster now, but was met with only the staleness of his breath rebounding from a nearby surface. An enclosed space. The man's arms were weak as he brought them up to his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He opened them, but was only greeted with a marginally lighter reception. Pushing his hands out, slowly, he met the warm touch of some sort of box. The texture was glossed and smooth, like...like? Even in his subconscious the man could not think of a description for the surface. Panic bloomed in him. Where was he? Who was he? Was he going to die? Is this how it ended? He tried to think about everyone who he'd never get to say goodbye to, and was met with no one. He had forgotten.

The panic was quickly replaced with sorrow. What was the point? The man lay, murmuring gibberish to himself, as defeatism replaced the air in the vessel. This was how it ended. A quiet part of the man reasoned that if he had no one to lament his loss, it wasn't a true loss. He didn't waste time dwelling on it. He raised his hand to his face, seeing but a faint outline of it. He became suddenly very focussed on the tracing of his hand, moving it towards and away from his face. Perhaps it was his deliriousness. Moving his hand far enough away from his face made it graze the upper surface of the box--a sudden hiss sliced a sliver of light through the darkness. It grew, blinding the man for a second. He arose, and felt a cool wind on his neck.

He rubbed his face and the rest of the scene came into view -the man was seemingly floating in a large body of deep, blue water. To his left, a huge ivory structure soared into the distance, scraping the sky itself. The man stood, stretching his arms as if he could capture the apex in his hand. Unfortunately for him, this was not possible. The swiftness of his movement coupled with the weakness of his legs sent him crashing down into the water, sending a spray of it into the air. The pit of his stomach lurched--he almost expected a great fall--but was surprised to find himself caught by the skin of the water. A wry smile crept onto his face as he reclined and stretched out in the water, basking in the glow of the sun. He almost felt peaceful like this, despite the fact he couldn't remember himself or where he was. That worry seemed to shrink away - if he was going to die he might as well do it with a little bit of dignity. What he failed to realise, however, was that he was far from dead--and that he wasn't entirely alone.
@ravenDivinity Glad you caught it! :>

Magic is pursued as a luxury science by those that can afford it, or have a gift for it. It works less on incantations, though powerful spells can be read from spellbooks, but rather manipulating the latent force in a person's soul to change the world around them, or manipulate something. Magic can fall into a few archetypes (fire magic, healing, etc) but can be more specific to more skilled users. There will have to be some sort of "mana" pool, in which magic can be used until the entirety of the pool is expended. The more intensely the pool is exhausted, the longer it takes to recharge. While magic can be very powerful, even the mightiest of spells will have a difficult time against more combat-oriented champions. Magic is still being researched and isn't fleshed out fully by the humans.
@Rockette@DirtyDingo@ravenDivinity@Ezekial Wolffe@Blizz@FantasyChic@Artersf@Wobbles

Finished. roleplayerguild.com/topics/125199-tita..
It took a lot of sweat and tears, but finally! Anyway, thanks for the support and I hope this turns out well!
As you drift into the abyss of sleep, you feel a sharp tug in your chest. It's too late to resist - your body has gone limp and your consciousness is being transported thousands of miles away. You've been selected for the Bestowing.



You wake on an island. It's the dead of night - the sky above blazes a palette of cool colours. You look around, and see maybe a dozen other bright figures - you assume they must be like you.
You look up again and see 8 constellations blazing in the sky. Each depicts an epic figure; you don't recognise them, but immediately feel their power, even from millions of miles away.

In the distance, an orb of light floats above the water. From it a powerful voice resonates through your ethereal body.

"Welcome. You have been selected to participate in the Bestowing. Above are nine constellations - each is the figure of a Titan, a powerful being that holds control over one aspect of the world you know. Ally yourself with one of these Titans, and become a champion for them - carry out their will on earth, and squander the progress of other Titans if necessary...if you so please. Should you choose to ally yourself to none, you will be Branded. Fight, then, for the glory of the Titans, in the arena of planet earth!"

The constellations above burn brightly, expectantly. The horizon of the dark ocean also burns a low purple. You could walk across the water and awake...or pledge allegiance to a Titan. You must make your decision.



You are a Champion. Demonstrate FUROR TITANICUS!

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Universe


The Cosmos, the entirety of the FT universe, is split into several realms. There is Earth, the planet our characters reside on, and 9 other realms that are inaccessible to humans. A Titan resides in its respective realm, and CANNOT pass into another realm, either of another Titan, or onto Earth. This makes direct combat between Titans IMPOSSIBLE. That's why they use Champions to inhibit the will of other Titans on Earth - if they were to pass into the Earth realm, the difference in physics would destroy an entire continent, if not the planet itself.

There are some points in each realm at which the barrier between others is much weaker, known as a Gate. It's still not possible for humans or Titans to enter another realm using Gates, but sufficient magic can be used to influence the area around them. Dreams are also a method Titans use to contact their champions, or humans worthy of the Bestowing. Gates can be found in nature, usually in/near Vistas (see below).













And I think that's it! Any other questions I'll answer and add to this post later. Have fun and thank you for reading! Jhett ~

(Please note some of the Titans have already been chosen in the interest check. If this becomes a little more popular then 2 people could choose the same Titan, but it'd be best if they were each filled first!)

General rules:


-As GM, my word is law. If you don't agree we can discuss it, but if I put my foot down and you still protest, you'll be asked to withdraw from the RP.

-Don't be a dick in OOC. Save that for the IC, if your character wants it!

-No Godmodding. If you're a champion, you cannot have anything more than basic magical skills/talents, as that will simply give you an unfair advantage.

-No deus ex machina. If your character is about to surely die, they'll die. No one lives forever! (well..)

-There will be a general plot. We can discuss it and see if we can make it better, however most of the plot is predetermined and concrete. Of course character personalities will change the plot, so I'm sticking to a few core plot points. These will be very unlikely to change. Unless given consent, do not try to change them.

-Have fun! :>

EDITS:


-If you're branded, PLEASE give a rundown of HOW you use life-force energy as an extra section in your CS. I've edited it into the sheet, but this should only apply to Branded characters.

-A MAP HAS BEEN ADDED! Find it in the People section; some kingdom names have been changed, so update your CS' accordingly.

@DarthSeverus394 @Rockette -- You've expressed interest in this RP, but haven't been active for a long time. Your positions as champions have been opened up. IF a more active user decides to fill your role, you'll unfortunately be asked to leave the RP.
@ravenDivinity@FantasyChic Sure! I'm glad we're gaining traction, I'll definitely work on the CS then.

(The plan was for me to sleep, but I'm too excited!)
Got to be honest, this hasn't advanced very well. I think I'll be dropping out, sorry guys. Have fun!
@Artersf@FantasyChic@Wobbles@Ezekial Wolffe

Great! Thanks for the support. I think I'll be Locke's champion myself. I'll work on getting the OOC and a CS up within the next day or so.
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