Ok folks, I’ve created the forum. Feel free to post your CS’s in the character thread there to join my own characters. Once I have a completed CS in there I will start the game.
This dark haired beauty has an unearthly look about her. As well she should, she is the daughter of the Dalai Lama himself. Rumours and whispers persist that she is a powerful sorceress in her own right, and certainly the Princess manifests an aura that suggests she expects to be obeyed.
Personality:
Strong willed and fierce, this young woman is not one to be easily cowed by the martial might of her peers and the horsemen of the steppes. Bhrokiti is considered to be impetuous, willful and self-centered.
Princess Tsenya Bhrokiti has little concern for the spiritual matters that are the focus of so much of Ra-Khati's social life. Deep down though, she realises that she cannot ever hope to lead a people with whom she has so little in common.
The cause of Princess Bhrokiti's eccentricity is not hard to understand. Her mother died in childbirth, leaving her in the care of the Dalai Lama's staff. From infancy, her father's advisors took turns delighting her with gifts, games and sleight-of-hand wizardry.
Background:
Raised within the confines of the Hidden Kingdom, Bhrokiti has lived a life of peace and luxury. Doted on by her father, the spoiled girl has wanted for nothing in her life. However, when the Emperor's forces come to invade, she learns she is about to make the ultimate sacrifice to keep her kingdom safe.
Little does she realise though that in her hands she holds a key that will decide the fate of the lands of Ra-Khati and that she is to play a central role in the events to unfold. For fate and destiny are about to bring her into contact with a group of adventurers lost on the steppes, and together they will decide the future of the Hidden Kingdom......
Name: Kian Le Race: Human Class/Occupation: None (Untrained) Gender: Male Age: 18
Appearance:
Kian Le is every bit the youthful peasant that he appears to be. With youthful features that actually paint him as younger than he actually is, yet his appearance belies the fact that Kian is more than he would appear to be. He has seen much in his eighteen winters, yet it is his spirit and his heart that are evident in the way that he carries himself.
Simply put, he refuses to let the world ground him down irrespective of what happens to him.
Kian Le's innocent eyes sparkle with an inner light and life. His long black hair falls past his shoulders, seemingly only accentuating his youthful appearance yet further. His smile is infectious. When he does smile, it is with the effect to make everyone else want to smile with him.
He wears a blue silk brocade across a white, silk shirt belted at the waist. His dark hair falls long when it is let free, and it often seems to have a life of its own, however most of the time Kian has it tied back into a ponytail.
Personality:
The thing about Kian Le is that there is no dissembling with him. There is nothing hidden and he does not conceal anything from anyone. Kian Le wears his heart on his sleeve, and the youngster, despite his humble origins, holds within him dreams of becoming a martial artist or swordsman.
Kian Le is both naïve and innocent. He honestly believes that there is good in anyone and refuses to believe that others are not like him, at least until he is proven otherwise, as he often is. Yet, despite the number of times he is let down, he bounces back regardless, refusing to allow himself to be affected by a world that, to be perfectly honest, doesn't deserve him.
However, there is an edge to Kian that most do not and cannot see. Kian pushes things perhaps further than he should. He is daring, recklessly so..... If he sees a rich merchant cross the marketplace, then he will make an attempt to steal the man's purse despite the risks associated in doing so -- because even a lovable scamp like him needs to eat, right?
Kian is surprisingly resourceful, evidenced by the fact that he has lived his life on the dangerous streets of Shou Lung and has survived thus far. In fact, it is fair to say that Kian is someone with many hidden depths.....
Backstory:
Kian's origins are a mystery, even to himself. He does not know who his parents are....indeed he has believed them dead for so long now that it is inconceivable to him to think otherwise. For his entire life he has lived on the streets of Shou Lung, and he has survived. The deceptively resourceful youngster has lived amongst the many gangs that roam the streets, and he has carved out a niche of his own despite the odds seemingly stacked against him.
Yet his existence has amounted to little more than scrounging whatever he can to ensure that he lives another day.
However, things are about to change for the plucky orphan, in ways that he could not even begin to comprehend. It began one day when he saw an armed contingent the likes he had never seen before in the streets. The guardsmen, dressed in armour with an unfamiliar insignia, seemed to be carrying with them a small, golden container. What lay within it Kian did not know, but surely, or so his mind told him, what was inside must have been valuable beyond all reckoning. If he could somehow liberate it from the guardsmen, then his fortune was assured.
But such an undertaking was dangerous -- suicidal even. There would be no hope for him if he managed to get himself caught.
However, Kian Le, humble orphan, would not be dissuaded from his course of action. Stealing along the shadows, the youngster boldly stole right into the midst of the guardsmen, stealing the golden container from them and running as fast as he could into the busy marketplace..... He knew of a merchant caravan leaving the city that evening, and if he could steal himself aboard it then his fortune would be made.....
Behind the walls of an impenetrable mountain range, deep within the Unapproachable East, there lies a kingdom of unimaginable beauty. A kingdom where the walls are set with beautiful rubies, and where the streets are lined with gold and inlaid with glittering gems. There, inside this lost kingdom, the streams run with silver, and the people that live within.....they live lives of idyllic tranquility.
It was not always so.
Once, many hundreds of years ago, there dwelt an evil warlord by the name of Ambuchar Devayam. The ruler of a fell realm of demonic oni, the warlord travelled down the Great Silk Road, deep into the mountains of this mysterious realm, and he spied the hidden kingdom of unearthly beauty. Devayam, desirous of this kingdom, vowed to conquer it and bring its subjects under his rule. Returning to his realm, he raised an army of demons and hurled them against the kingdom in his obsession.
This hidden kingdom, this Shangri-La of humankind was not defenceless though. Inside its walls, the fiercest monks and martial artists gathered, and with the courage and blessing of the Padhrasattava, stood against the approaching demon army. Standing at their head was the blessed of the gods themselves, Tsenya Garbo, their leader. Tsenya, realising that hundreds of thousands of lives would be lost in the battle, instead challenged the warlord to single combat. If Devayam won, he would have Tsenya's realm for himself. If he lost, he would have to take his army and leave, never to return for five hundred years. In his pride, the warlord accepted the terms, so convinced was he that he would win the duel.
The two of them battled with both sword and spell for three days and three nights in a war that seemed that it would never end, so perfectly matched were the two. Yet at the end of their bloody conflict, Tsenya Garbo finally emerged victorious.
Defeated and bloodied, the warlord nevertheless honoured the terms of their battle -- the gods themselves demanded no less. Taking his army, Ambuchar Devayam retreated to the empire of Solon, and there he consolidated the grip on his throne. As he did so, he kept his jealous eyes on the beautiful realm he so desired for his own, even as he once more built up his power. And as years rolled into decades rolled into centuries, the warlord remained patient, for the time would come when the terms of their conflict would pass, and the time would come to strike once more.
And as the years passed, Tsenya Garbo grew old and complacent. So certain in his belief that he was protected and beloved by the gods, he became nothing more than a shadow of the man that he once was. And as the armies of Solon gathered their strength once more, and the warlord began to dream his dreams of conquest, his victory seemed all but inevitable......
Five hundred years have passed since that fateful battle, and whilst Tsenya Garbo has forgotten that which came before, the warlord once again turns his gaze eastwards.....
***
Soon, the Unapproachable East will erupt into the bloodiest and deadliest conflict that the world has ever seen. And into the middle of this conquest, a group of adventurers will stumble into the centre of this deadly situation. Lost and alone, they are tasked with averting a war between two kingdoms. Soon however, this mission will become one of deadly import for them.
And thus begins an epic quest set in a mystical and beautiful part of the world that has only been seen by the luckiest few. This will be a tale of life, of love and heroism against almost unimaginable odds. This is a tale of beautiful princesses, a tale of fearsome dragons, of demons and the living dead, and of knights in shining armour. It is a tale that will live on, both in this world and the world beyond. It is a tale that you will carry in the deepest parts of your heart and soul for forevermore.
Will our heroes become the destined champions that fate would decree them to be, or will they be lost in the shadow that sweeps over the land?
Come forward my champions -- come be the protectors of the weak, and the heroes you were always destined to be.
This is an epic quest the likes of which the world has never seen before....and will never see again.
Please submit your applications in the following format:
Name: Age: Strengths: choose three strengths the character has Weaknesses: choose three weaknesses the character has
Appearance: Provide me with a character picture and a more in-depth description of your appearance
Personality: What makes your character tick - provide me with a few paragraphs
Background: Feel free to make up places and people as you desire but by being mindful of the tone and setting of the game. The only thing I ask is that your characters should start in a place that goes by the name of Shou Lung.
Shou Lung is a large city that serves as the gateway between the western world and the unapproachable east. It is a heady mix of both oriental and western cultures and it is here that you will begin this — the most epic of all stories.
About the Game:
First things first, I am a writer by heart and writing is my passion. You can expect quite long and in-depth posts from myself, and generally I look for strong writers and role players to share my passion with. If you’re willing to invest the time in the game and your character, we’re going to get along great. That said, there are some basic guidelines I expect everyone to comply with:
1) Application Guidelines: I am looking for around five people in total for the game, however to start this off I only need around one person to show interest or submit a character (as roleplaying with myself is absolutely no fun at all).
Said character will join a character of my own for the initial part of the journey — should more people apply following that then I will bring them into the game to join us.
2) Posting Frequency: I’m looking for between 1 post a week to keep the momentum going. If you can post more I’ll certainly aim to respond but its not a dealbreaker if you can’t - as I said above I’m looking for something a little more low-key to ease myself back into the world of PbP.
3) Absences: If you’re going to be absent for any length of time then let me know - I’m not an ogre, I don’t bite. If, however, you have not posted for two weeks either IC or OOC, and have not otherwise notified me of your absence I will remove you from the game and recruit a replacement.
4) Etiquette: I expect you to remain polite and civilised to your fellow players OOC at all times. Crucially, if there is an issue with someone else, PM me in the first instance and I will mediate. Do not take up the issue on the board. Disruptive behaviour in the game will not be tolerated.
5) WIP posts: Are acceptable if completed within 24 hours. Any longer and they will be removed and the game will continue.
6) GM / GM character posts: I will update when everyone has responded to my post at least once, or otherwise once a week at the latest. If you have not posted in that time I will update irrespective and you will need to catch up.
Behind the walls of an impenetrable mountain range, deep within the Unapproachable East, there lies a kingdom of unimaginable beauty. A kingdom where the walls are set with beautiful rubies, and where the streets are lined with gold and inlaid with glittering gems. There, inside this lost kingdom, the streams run with silver, and the people that live within.....they live lives of idyllic tranquility.
It was not always so.
Once, many hundreds of years ago, there dwelt an evil warlord by the name of Ambuchar Devayam. The ruler of a fell realm of demonic oni, the warlord travelled down the Great Silk Road, deep into the mountains of this mysterious realm, and he spied the hidden kingdom of unearthly beauty. Devayam, desirous of this kingdom, vowed to conquer it and bring its subjects under his rule. Returning to his realm, he raised an army of demons and hurled them against the kingdom in his obsession.
This hidden kingdom, this Shangri-La of humankind was not defenceless though. Inside its walls, the fiercest monks and martial artists gathered, and with the courage and blessing of the Padhrasattava, stood against the approaching demon army. Standing at their head was the blessed of the gods themselves, Tsenya Garbo, their leader. Tsenya, realising that hundreds of thousands of lives would be lost in the battle, instead challenged the warlord to single combat. If Devayam won, he would have Tsenya's realm for himself. If he lost, he would have to take his army and leave, never to return for five hundred years. In his pride, the warlord accepted the terms, so convinced was he that he would win the duel.
The two of them battled with both sword and spell for three days and three nights in a war that seemed that it would never end, so perfectly matched were the two. Yet at the end of their bloody conflict, Tsenya Garbo finally emerged victorious.
Defeated and bloodied, the warlord nevertheless honoured the terms of their battle -- the gods themselves demanded no less. Taking his army, Ambuchar Devayam retreated to the empire of Solon, and there he consolidated the grip on his throne. As he did so, he kept his jealous eyes on the beautiful realm he so desired for his own, even as he once more built up his power. And as years rolled into decades rolled into centuries, the warlord remained patient, for the time would come when the terms of their conflict would pass, and the time would come to strike once more.
And as the years passed, Tsenya Garbo grew old and complacent. So certain in his belief that he was protected and beloved by the gods, he became nothing more than a shadow of the man that he once was. And as the armies of Solon gathered their strength once more, and the warlord began to dream his dreams of conquest, his victory seemed all but inevitable......
Five hundred years have passed since that fateful battle, and whilst Tsenya Garbo has forgotten that which came before, the warlord once again turns his gaze eastwards.....
***
Soon, the Unapproachable East will erupt into the bloodiest and deadliest conflict that the world has ever seen. And into the middle of this conquest, a group of adventurers will stumble into the centre of this deadly situation. Lost and alone, they are tasked with averting a war between two kingdoms. Soon however, this mission will become one of deadly import for them.
And thus begins an epic quest set in a mystical and beautiful part of the world that has only been seen by the luckiest few. This will be a tale of life, of love and heroism against almost unimaginable odds. This is a tale of beautiful princesses, a tale of fearsome dragons, of demons and the living dead, and of knights in shining armour. It is a tale that will live on, both in this world and the world beyond. It is a tale that you will carry in the deepest parts of your heart and soul for forevermore.
Will our heroes become the destined champions that fate would decree them to be, or will they be lost in the shadow that sweeps over the land?
Come forward my champions -- come be the protectors of the weak, and the heroes you were always destined to be.
This is an epic quest the likes of which the world has never seen before....and will never see again.
Please submit your applications in the following format:
Name: Age: Strengths: choose three strengths the character has Weaknesses: choose three weaknesses the character has
Appearance: Provide me with a character picture and a more in-depth description of your appearance
Personality: What makes your character tick - provide me with a few paragraphs
Background: Feel free to make up places and people as you desire but by being mindful of the tone and setting of the game. The only thing I ask is that your characters should start in a place that goes by the name of Shou Lung.
Shou Lung is a large city that serves as the gateway between the western world and the unapproachable east. It is a heady mix of both oriental and western cultures and it is here that you will begin this — the most epic of all stories.
About the Game:
First things first, I am a writer by heart and writing is my passion. You can expect quite long and in-depth posts from myself, and generally I look for strong writers and role players to share my passion with. If you’re willing to invest the time in the game and your character, we’re going to get along great. That said, there are some basic guidelines I expect everyone to comply with:
1) Application Guidelines: I am looking for around five people in total for the game, however to start this off I only need around one person to show interest or submit a character (as roleplaying with myself is absolutely no fun at all).
Said character will join a character of my own for the initial part of the journey — should more people apply following that then I will bring them into the game to join us.
2) Posting Frequency: I’m looking for between 1 post a week to keep the momentum going. If you can post more I’ll certainly aim to respond but its not a dealbreaker if you can’t - as I said above I’m looking for something a little more low-key to ease myself back into the world of PbP.
3) Absences: If you’re going to be absent for any length of time then let me know - I’m not an ogre, I don’t bite. If, however, you have not posted for two weeks either IC or OOC, and have not otherwise notified me of your absence I will remove you from the game and recruit a replacement.
4) Etiquette: I expect you to remain polite and civilised to your fellow players OOC at all times. Crucially, if there is an issue with someone else, PM me in the first instance and I will mediate. Do not take up the issue on the board. Disruptive behaviour in the game will not be tolerated.
5) WIP posts: Are acceptable if completed within 24 hours. Any longer and they will be removed and the game will continue.
6) GM / GM character posts: I will update when everyone has responded to my post at least once, or otherwise once a week at the latest. If you have not posted in that time I will update irrespective and you will need to catch up.
As Beatrice attended to his wound, Morgan glanced at her. As she worked over him, the way she moved....the way she acted, a memory surfaced within him.
***
"Stay still now. You'll make it worse."
The girl gazed at him with eyes of clearest blue, as her golden locks fell to her shoulders. Trying to stand, Morgan was felt with the resistance of a hand as she pushed him back down.
"They say you're the best huh?"7
Her tone was none too impressed as she looked down at him, lying there with a bandage over his head.
"Is that how you got that head wound sparring with your crewmates, or was it just typical laddish boisterousness?"
Lying back down, Morgan laughed, turning his head around to face her.
"Who bit you this morning? Are you always in this much of a bad mood?"
The sound of her sigh was the sort of sound that one would make when they were tired of dealing with complete and utter imbeciles. "I suggest physical activity to make sure your cognitive faculties, lacking though they are, are not damaged from the blow you took. I suggest the pool."
Picking up a bag of supplies, the girl threw them over at him. "I hope you're ready for a swim."
Catching the supplies, Morgan grinned, still looking to her. "I still got it," he stuck out his tongue as he glanced down to the bag he held. "What's your name?"
The blonde girl turned around, looking at him, her blue eyes glinting from the hint of curiosity.
"Vanna. My name is Vanna."
***
She tossed him a bag of supplies and his gear and she told him "I hope you're ready for a swim."
Catching the supplies, Morgan grinned, still looking to her. "I still got it," he said, looking down to the bag he held.
Beginning to stick out his tongue at her, he suddenly paused..... His face drained of colour and his blood turned to ice.
"V.....Vanna?"
The sound of his voice....there, for a second, it was broken.....smashed like a glass dropped to the floor. But of course, the woman standing before him wasn't Vanna. Vanna had died in his arms. Nor was it anything more than the ghost of a memory that simply would not let him go. Shaken, Morgan turned away from her. Opening the bag with trembling hands, he looked inside to see the gear that she had put inside it. Nodding his head in approval, Morgan kept his face turned away from her. Zipping the bag back up, he went over to a storage container to the back of the cockpit. Opening it, he took out two wetsuits. Throwing one to Beatrice while still keeping his face away from her, Morgan quickly donned the second one.
As Beatrice put on the other wetsuit, Morgan strapped the oxygen canister to his back, and placed the mask over his face.
Walking over to the console, he glanced out of the window as the Falcon continued to sink. The underwater world passed them by on the outside. On the odd occasion he could see shadowy shapes flitting in and out of view as they plummeted down.....still further down. Yet there was no choice, irrespective of the danger. This was something that they had to do.
Finally looking back to Beatrice, he simply nodded to see that she was ready.
When Beatrice pulled him away from the controls, Morgan's head was hurting badly. His vision was darkened from the blood that spilled out from the open wound in his forehead. As she laid him down, the one thought prevalent in his consciousness was the fact that he no longer had the flight stick.....was no longer in control of what went on on the ship.
Her words went in and out of his ear amidst a cacophony of ringing noise. Trying to rise, he struggled to get to his feet. His head spun, and spun, and spun, and spun......
Outside the cockpit, the darkness of space went, transmogrifying into the blueness of the sky as the pod entered the atmosphere. He felt the temperature rise as the pod continued to hurtle down, coming down, down, down....
"Brace for impact!"
He heard that loud and clear.
"Beatrice...." he gasped, struggling to find the words.
And as he tried to rise unsuccessfully once more, as his exploded into bright light as he slumped back down, Morgan wondered if this time he had pushed it too far, and whether this would be the time that he died. His mouth turned into the slightest of smiles at the thought.... I've earned this.....this rest. I deserve this. Closing his eyes for a second, Morgan lay his head back down, ready to join the ghosts that haunted him.
What is the point in living when you don't feel alive?
Every night since it had happened...... It was always the same. Terrible, terrible dreams that haunted his subconscious like a dark angel hovering over him, bloody scythe in its hand. The dream always took him back to the same place. The place they had met. Yet here, now, in this hollow mockery of a place conjured up by the darkest recesses of his diseased mind, there was nothing. Nothing but an empty wasteland inhabited by ghosts and shadows.
Echoes of what once was, but could never be again. And so he searched. He searched for her, and although his dreaming mind conjured up a hundred or more ghosts, each bearing her face.....her body, they were nothing but empty, decaying husks. And although these spirits looked like her, his Vanna, although they moved like her, spoke like her, told him that she loved him, it was all a whispered lie. She was gone, and Morgan could no longer be sure that it wasn't he who was the husk.
Although these ghostly doppelgängers stole her face and body, they could never be her. Vanna was gone now. Gone forevermore. And Morgan wondered, deep down, why the dark angel's scythe had not fallen upon him.
He jerked up sharply at impact. Yet he did not die. They did not die. In fact there was no impact. Blinking, trying to ignore the pain flashing in his head, he looked out the cockpit......to see water. Lots of water.
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