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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I've been in the mood for a battle centered roleplay for a few days now and have not seen much opporunity to apply for a current thread, so I figured I'd post something here and see if anyone else fancies joining me.
I only have one character at the moment, his CS is in my signature.
I'm not too sure what tier he'd be classed as, if there is a global chart or forum set of rules that determins what puts a character into a specific tier. If there is any information regarding this, leave a link for me to go have a ganders!
So I guess in regards for laying the ground work... This would just be an ordinary battle. A spar if you will. There will be no death nor dismemberment to any character (Unless you really want that) and this thread won't be ranked either. Which reminds me, what's the deal with the ranked battles I see in the Arena section? How do they work?
So that's about it xD
Interested?
Name: Nomi Yanimura
Age: Unknown, but appears to be thirty (30) years
Height: 6ft 1
Weight: 210lbs
Race: Human
Class: Blademaster
Appearance:
Weapons: Nomi uses a katana as his main choice of weapon, although he is a very capable fighter using hand-to-hand martial arts as well. The blade is known as Me'urra Hyanda. Nomi tends to sheath his katana either on his back or at his waist on his left. It's a basic, ordinary blade at first glance, but the weapon seems to avoid any and all damage when used in combat. An ancient enchantment is forged within the blade itself, allowing full strength edge on edge strikes with other swords to not chip, scratch or nick Nomi's katana in any way. The blade cannot be broken. Rumour has it that the blade can transform to maximize it's potential in battle, but it's never been seen to happen as of yet.
Skills and Abilities:
Master Swordsman: Nomi's skill in swordsmanship is gargantuan. He is both fast and powerful, not to mention accurate, despite being blind. He has knowledge of several different styles of swordsmanship which include the likes of Iaido and Kendo, but most of the time he will battle in his own unique style, which revolves around him holding his katana single handedly and standing in a fairly open and relaxed stance, making his movements somewhat unpredictable. He is arrogant and cocky and likes to goad his opponent into attacking first where he counters with lightning fast and deadly strikes.
Master Martial Artist: Nomi's punch can be just as deadly as his sword. His body is trained to take damage and he has a huge reserve of stamina that allows him to keep going for a long amount of time. He has incredible agility and is able to perform flips and twists to help get into an advantageous position or to get out of a sticky one. Nomi's speed and enhanced hearing allows him the ability to dodge bullets, arrows and even catch a blade between his hands. He can jump much higher then an average human and can use his agility to scale tall walls if needs be.
Magic Practitioner: Though no where near as powerful as his swordsmanship, Nomi had gained knowledge of how to cast spells. Though it seems the essense used to cast said spells, comes from his own stamina and the use of multiple spells in a row can tire him out. However, thanks to the large reseve of stamina he has, Nomi is capable of throwing out a spell at unexpected times. Though he seems to much prefer being up close and personal with his opponent, Nomi has knowledge of direct attacking spells and battle support abilities, though only very few have ever been revealed in battle.
The Mind's Eye: Nomi is blind, but he can 'see' just as well as the next person, if not more so, due to having trained his mind to 'see' for him. He can pour himself a drink, eat a meal, sharpen his sword and can even read books and scrolls and study maps with little effort. He also can recognize a person standing before him, but this is usually by 'feeling' their life force over viewing their face. With the loss of his eyesight, his other senses have been enhanced. Smell, hearing, taste and touch are vastly superior to an ordinary human.
Overview: Little is known about the man called Nomi Yanimura. He travels the world from place to place, sometimes seeking fights, something seeking information. He seems to be on the search for something and his journies have taken him to all four corners of the charted world and back again. His most recent and revealed adventure tells of him having travelled deep into uncharted orcish territory in search of a scroll fragment that pulses with a dark, ancient power. What is he searching for? What will he do next? Only Nomi knows the answer to that.
Age: Unknown, but appears to be thirty (30) years
Height: 6ft 1
Weight: 210lbs
Race: Human
Class: Blademaster
Appearance:
Weapons: Nomi uses a katana as his main choice of weapon, although he is a very capable fighter using hand-to-hand martial arts as well. The blade is known as Me'urra Hyanda. Nomi tends to sheath his katana either on his back or at his waist on his left. It's a basic, ordinary blade at first glance, but the weapon seems to avoid any and all damage when used in combat. An ancient enchantment is forged within the blade itself, allowing full strength edge on edge strikes with other swords to not chip, scratch or nick Nomi's katana in any way. The blade cannot be broken. Rumour has it that the blade can transform to maximize it's potential in battle, but it's never been seen to happen as of yet.
Skills and Abilities:
Master Swordsman: Nomi's skill in swordsmanship is gargantuan. He is both fast and powerful, not to mention accurate, despite being blind. He has knowledge of several different styles of swordsmanship which include the likes of Iaido and Kendo, but most of the time he will battle in his own unique style, which revolves around him holding his katana single handedly and standing in a fairly open and relaxed stance, making his movements somewhat unpredictable. He is arrogant and cocky and likes to goad his opponent into attacking first where he counters with lightning fast and deadly strikes.
Master Martial Artist: Nomi's punch can be just as deadly as his sword. His body is trained to take damage and he has a huge reserve of stamina that allows him to keep going for a long amount of time. He has incredible agility and is able to perform flips and twists to help get into an advantageous position or to get out of a sticky one. Nomi's speed and enhanced hearing allows him the ability to dodge bullets, arrows and even catch a blade between his hands. He can jump much higher then an average human and can use his agility to scale tall walls if needs be.
Magic Practitioner: Though no where near as powerful as his swordsmanship, Nomi had gained knowledge of how to cast spells. Though it seems the essense used to cast said spells, comes from his own stamina and the use of multiple spells in a row can tire him out. However, thanks to the large reseve of stamina he has, Nomi is capable of throwing out a spell at unexpected times. Though he seems to much prefer being up close and personal with his opponent, Nomi has knowledge of direct attacking spells and battle support abilities, though only very few have ever been revealed in battle.
The Mind's Eye: Nomi is blind, but he can 'see' just as well as the next person, if not more so, due to having trained his mind to 'see' for him. He can pour himself a drink, eat a meal, sharpen his sword and can even read books and scrolls and study maps with little effort. He also can recognize a person standing before him, but this is usually by 'feeling' their life force over viewing their face. With the loss of his eyesight, his other senses have been enhanced. Smell, hearing, taste and touch are vastly superior to an ordinary human.
Overview: Little is known about the man called Nomi Yanimura. He travels the world from place to place, sometimes seeking fights, something seeking information. He seems to be on the search for something and his journies have taken him to all four corners of the charted world and back again. His most recent and revealed adventure tells of him having travelled deep into uncharted orcish territory in search of a scroll fragment that pulses with a dark, ancient power. What is he searching for? What will he do next? Only Nomi knows the answer to that.
I'm not too sure what the 'ranked' part is all about, but so long as I can leave this thread with my character's head still on his shoulders, if things go sour for me, I'm all for a 2v2.
^^
Oh, and I only have one character right now. Others are in the works ^^;
^^
Oh, and I only have one character right now. Others are in the works ^^;
This sounds pretty fun and I like the story background and plot.
Is that Water Knight position still open? I'll submit my CS if it it ^^
Is that Water Knight position still open? I'll submit my CS if it it ^^
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The blind man smirked and he took a step closer towards the D'ol Dathri, resulting in him now standing as close to the peddler of information as the shaven-headed man himself was. However, Nomi allowed his smirk to widen as he turned his head to 'glance' in Jintaru's direction, not hiding the expression on his face as he started to play a little mind game with the 'monk'. Jintaru was fast, impossibly so, but the blind man was equal. Nomi was teasing the 'monk', taunting him with where he stood and the look he was giving. He cared not for what Ornestoro himself thought right now, but Nomi wanted to provoke the shaven-headed man. Could Jintaru reach his bow and fire an arrow before the silver-haired man sunk his fist into Ornestoro's face? It was painful to fight back the temptation to find out. The little scuffle from earlier had relit a fire within the blind man, an urge of blood lust, the desire to fight for your life. He wanted to pull out his blade and attack the shaven-headed man so much that he visible clenched his hands into tight fists to stop himself. He never took his 'gaze' off of Jintaru though. He just continued to 'stare' at him as he visualized a battle between them both in his mind. Of course, this was against the 'old Jin Long'. This new version of his old friend might have a couple new tricks up his sleeve. That bow for starters.
As Ornestoro spoke, the tension and provocation from the blind man vanished almost instantly. His arms relaxed as did his hands, though they swiftly folded themselves across the silver-haired man's chest.
”That's good to hear D'ol Dathri, but your words of danger are wasted on me, for I live danger, thrive off it.”
A sinister smirk spread across the blind man's lips as he turned his head in Ornestoro's direction, 'staring' straight at him and tilting his head a fraction to the right. He listened as the wealthy man continued to speak, his smirk growing wider when he started to finally say the words he wished to hear. Nomi cared not if Ornestoro knew of what the crystal did, so long as he pointed the blind man in the right direction in where to find it... but news of the sketch upon his scroll fragment being a fragment itself of a larger object, was both interesting to hear and bothersome at the same time. The blind man had used his innate ability to 'see' with his mind to study the scroll fragment in great depth when he had returned from Mor Sgaithatch, and the notches on the lower third of the crystal fragment did suggest the piece of part of a larger item. But the question was how many of these shards were there in total?
”That's what I wanted to hear, D'ol Dathri. You go find out where I can find this 'shard' and I'll go take your 'dog' here for a walk.”
However, the sound of horses rapidly approaching their location cut the blind man's smirk from his face entirely. He whirled around and glanced to Jintaru, whom he knew had also felt their approach. To a normal man, there was no sound bar the wind in the grass and leaves alongside the caws of the carrion birds. But Nomi knew that mounted men were approaching, armed and armoured by the sound of it. Seems that one of the travellers along the main road had finally found some of the soldiers patrolling the city and had informed them of the situation involving the blind man and his old friend. Perhaps it was the kitchen hand himself, thinking he was doing the right thing in calling for help?
”Indeed my 'old friend'. It's time we disappeared. Any suggestions?”
The blind man turned about and walked back across the clearing towards the main road, enough so that he could 'look' down the dirt road in both directions. Sure enough, a cloud of dust was on the horizon to the west and four silhouettes were gradually growing larger. Nomi smirked and glanced back over his shoulder towards Jintaru, where he brought up his right hand to besides his head, fingers slowly curling around the handle of his katana that was tied to his back.
”Unless you want me to sort this out?”
He said in a dark, taunting tone.
As Ornestoro spoke, the tension and provocation from the blind man vanished almost instantly. His arms relaxed as did his hands, though they swiftly folded themselves across the silver-haired man's chest.
”That's good to hear D'ol Dathri, but your words of danger are wasted on me, for I live danger, thrive off it.”
A sinister smirk spread across the blind man's lips as he turned his head in Ornestoro's direction, 'staring' straight at him and tilting his head a fraction to the right. He listened as the wealthy man continued to speak, his smirk growing wider when he started to finally say the words he wished to hear. Nomi cared not if Ornestoro knew of what the crystal did, so long as he pointed the blind man in the right direction in where to find it... but news of the sketch upon his scroll fragment being a fragment itself of a larger object, was both interesting to hear and bothersome at the same time. The blind man had used his innate ability to 'see' with his mind to study the scroll fragment in great depth when he had returned from Mor Sgaithatch, and the notches on the lower third of the crystal fragment did suggest the piece of part of a larger item. But the question was how many of these shards were there in total?
”That's what I wanted to hear, D'ol Dathri. You go find out where I can find this 'shard' and I'll go take your 'dog' here for a walk.”
However, the sound of horses rapidly approaching their location cut the blind man's smirk from his face entirely. He whirled around and glanced to Jintaru, whom he knew had also felt their approach. To a normal man, there was no sound bar the wind in the grass and leaves alongside the caws of the carrion birds. But Nomi knew that mounted men were approaching, armed and armoured by the sound of it. Seems that one of the travellers along the main road had finally found some of the soldiers patrolling the city and had informed them of the situation involving the blind man and his old friend. Perhaps it was the kitchen hand himself, thinking he was doing the right thing in calling for help?
”Indeed my 'old friend'. It's time we disappeared. Any suggestions?”
The blind man turned about and walked back across the clearing towards the main road, enough so that he could 'look' down the dirt road in both directions. Sure enough, a cloud of dust was on the horizon to the west and four silhouettes were gradually growing larger. Nomi smirked and glanced back over his shoulder towards Jintaru, where he brought up his right hand to besides his head, fingers slowly curling around the handle of his katana that was tied to his back.
”Unless you want me to sort this out?”
He said in a dark, taunting tone.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
It was almost a shame to have to give up the claw to the peddler of information, but the blind man's satchel did weight a lot less right now and that was relief to his shoulder at least. The Dragon of Flame was still alive somewhere in the world, and the silver-haired man would track the beast down and claim another of it's claws if he ever needed one. Either that or he'd just steal the one back off Ornestoro, but such thoughts were not crossing his might right now. All he wanted to hear were the words he sought; where he had to go next to find the crystal that was drawn upon the ancient scroll fragment. After a moment of revealing the item, Nomi brought the fragment of parchment into both his hands where he carefully, delicately folded it back up. Upon returning it to his satchel, the dark power that oozed off of it like the stink of a poisonous slime, vanished. The blind man 'looked' to his arm, brining it up before his face at arm's reach, where he tilted his head a fraction. The black colouring to his veins made it look like he had ink instead of blood, but all the silver-haired man could do was to smirk at it.
With a swipe of his arm through the air before him, the blind man 'shook' the blackness from his veins, causing a trail of black smoke to appear before him that wafted away instantly in the breeze, vaporising as it blew into the air. Brushing some of his long hair back behind his ear, Nomi's smirk faded to a frown as he listened to the words that were finally spoken to him, not being translated through the 'monk'. The blind man folded his arms across his chest and tapped the toes of his right foot upon the grass underneath, speaking no words to the D'ol Dathri as he aid that he required further payment for the information Nomi sought.
That's the trouble with rich bastards like you. You're greedy. Always wanting more, more, more. You assume you can milk me for even greater goods if you acknowledge my ability in being able to obtain the claw of a Dragon. I'd like to see your gold and your wealth save you from getting you stomach slit open.
The silver-haired man thought to himself as he listened to the conversation Ornestoro had with the shaven-headed man. They spoke of Rathia, and the blind man cocked an eyebrow underneath his blindfold.
The cawing of the carrion birds had settled down a little now as the large birds grew brave enough to venture close to the slain men, where they tucked into their lunch. The bandit who brandished the club from earlier was starting to wake up, but sight of the blind man and his shaven-headed companion caused him to scramble to his feet and flee the scene. No attention was paid to him, as the blind man kept his attention focused on the peddler of information, watching him as he stepped closer. His words would have made the blind man roll his eyes, were he to have any. Nomi 'glanced' to Jintaru and the blind man couldn't help but grin and let out a small chuckle.
”Well well, that's the first time I think you've genuinely smiled today, old friend.”
The silver-haired man looked back towards Ornestoro and he shook his head from side to side a few times, his arms remaining folded across his chest.
”You shall get no more items from me, D'ol Dathri, but it sounds like you have something else in mind for your 'payment', if you mention Rathia and speak the word 'lucrative'. As for the crystal on the scroll fragment, I have a couple of ideas as to what it might be, but all I care for right now is to get my hands on it. If to achieve that, I need to do some of your dirty work, then so be it. I could use a little exercise. Your pathetic excuse for sell-swords to claim his head was hardly enough for a warm up.”
The blind man spoke up, jabbing a thumb in Jintaru's direction upon mentioning the head that was supposed to be claimed.
With a swipe of his arm through the air before him, the blind man 'shook' the blackness from his veins, causing a trail of black smoke to appear before him that wafted away instantly in the breeze, vaporising as it blew into the air. Brushing some of his long hair back behind his ear, Nomi's smirk faded to a frown as he listened to the words that were finally spoken to him, not being translated through the 'monk'. The blind man folded his arms across his chest and tapped the toes of his right foot upon the grass underneath, speaking no words to the D'ol Dathri as he aid that he required further payment for the information Nomi sought.
That's the trouble with rich bastards like you. You're greedy. Always wanting more, more, more. You assume you can milk me for even greater goods if you acknowledge my ability in being able to obtain the claw of a Dragon. I'd like to see your gold and your wealth save you from getting you stomach slit open.
The silver-haired man thought to himself as he listened to the conversation Ornestoro had with the shaven-headed man. They spoke of Rathia, and the blind man cocked an eyebrow underneath his blindfold.
The cawing of the carrion birds had settled down a little now as the large birds grew brave enough to venture close to the slain men, where they tucked into their lunch. The bandit who brandished the club from earlier was starting to wake up, but sight of the blind man and his shaven-headed companion caused him to scramble to his feet and flee the scene. No attention was paid to him, as the blind man kept his attention focused on the peddler of information, watching him as he stepped closer. His words would have made the blind man roll his eyes, were he to have any. Nomi 'glanced' to Jintaru and the blind man couldn't help but grin and let out a small chuckle.
”Well well, that's the first time I think you've genuinely smiled today, old friend.”
The silver-haired man looked back towards Ornestoro and he shook his head from side to side a few times, his arms remaining folded across his chest.
”You shall get no more items from me, D'ol Dathri, but it sounds like you have something else in mind for your 'payment', if you mention Rathia and speak the word 'lucrative'. As for the crystal on the scroll fragment, I have a couple of ideas as to what it might be, but all I care for right now is to get my hands on it. If to achieve that, I need to do some of your dirty work, then so be it. I could use a little exercise. Your pathetic excuse for sell-swords to claim his head was hardly enough for a warm up.”
The blind man spoke up, jabbing a thumb in Jintaru's direction upon mentioning the head that was supposed to be claimed.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Hello everyone!!
This thread is a continuation from the thread linked below:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79111-a-new-day-a-new-dawn-medieval-fantasy/ic
Please skim through that thread if you want a more indepth description of the world and to catch up on previous events!!
Thank you!
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We've decided to take a more free-form approach the world building aspect of this RP. We're running a 'build as we go' format so, we new lore, settings and races etc reveal themselves organically, we'll add them in here. We're also including this for any new folks that feel like helping us build a world by joining in the RP, so all the key information is here for catch-up.
Gods
She of the Veils
One of the pantheon of Gods. Although not exactly a god of death, she stands as more of a guardian of the dead, a protector of those who have passed. She is often depicted faceless, with multiple arms - although the exact number differs depending on depiction - each holding a veil. It is this aspect of her mythology that has lead to the prominence of placing of veils over the faces of the deceased in many of the World's burial ceremonies and rituals.
He of Banners
Often depicted on horseback, he is a God of battle and death in combat. He is viewed a benevolent and is worshipped by armies throughout the World. He is synonymous with honour, courage and righteousness through glorious conflict. In addition to often been shown mounted, he is rarely depicted without his long bow. The mythology surrounding him is that he was such a skilled archer that he could fire and arrow into the heavens that would never fall to earth. He is the patron of soliders.
She who Nurtures
She is also known as Mother of All, depending on where her worshippers come from. She is the patron of children and new life, and is often depicted seated and pregnant. She is seen as one of the most powerful gods as she is seen to oversee the circle of all life from human down to insect and plant. She has been bastardised by a small sect of necromancers who worship her, misguidedly believing that she has a hand in their work to reanimate the dead.
Locations
Last Rest Tavern
This is a small wooden tarvern about a two hour walk from the city of Krasora. It is the first stop out of the city and the last place in. The perfect place to meet travellers and merchants. Vagabonds and sell-swords can even show up here looking for work. The food is fresh and the drinks are cold and the atmosphere is always friendly, warm and inviting. A two floor building, the tavern is on the ground with the inn on the first floor.
Krasora
A gigantic city built within the side of a mountain range. Japanese-style buildings cover the market district where a large center square holds many merchant stalls and shops. You can find nearly anything and everything you desire here. Nobels don't tend to stray too far from the main roads of the market district, but you may see one walking about from time to time. A grand castle sits above the market, looking down from it's perch high in the mountain side. Pagoda style roofs and architecture make the castle a sight to see! A grand staircase carved into the mountain snakes up from the market to the castle entrance, which is heavily guarded. A large stone wall surrounded the opposite side of the market which also is heavily guarded. From the main entrance to Krasora is a dirt road that spans across the endless plains laying at the base of the mountain. On one side of the road is nothing but farmland, worked daily by hundreds of men, women and childen. On the other side of the road is a vast and dense forest. Rumours of monsters roaming within keep people from venture into the forest.
Mor Sgaithatch
Also called the Black Mountain, this is a two month walk north of Krasora. It is inhabited by the Gurtha Orcs, one of the largest and most dangerous orc clans on the planet. Mor Sgaithatch is past the boarders of the known world and stories of the legendary treasures buried within the mountain call out to travellers from all four corners of the charted world. Many have gone to seek their fortune. None have returned with any of the treasure. Some have not returned at all.
This thread is a continuation from the thread linked below:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79111-a-new-day-a-new-dawn-medieval-fantasy/ic
Please skim through that thread if you want a more indepth description of the world and to catch up on previous events!!
Thank you!
--------------------------------------------------
We've decided to take a more free-form approach the world building aspect of this RP. We're running a 'build as we go' format so, we new lore, settings and races etc reveal themselves organically, we'll add them in here. We're also including this for any new folks that feel like helping us build a world by joining in the RP, so all the key information is here for catch-up.
Gods
She of the Veils
One of the pantheon of Gods. Although not exactly a god of death, she stands as more of a guardian of the dead, a protector of those who have passed. She is often depicted faceless, with multiple arms - although the exact number differs depending on depiction - each holding a veil. It is this aspect of her mythology that has lead to the prominence of placing of veils over the faces of the deceased in many of the World's burial ceremonies and rituals.
He of Banners
Often depicted on horseback, he is a God of battle and death in combat. He is viewed a benevolent and is worshipped by armies throughout the World. He is synonymous with honour, courage and righteousness through glorious conflict. In addition to often been shown mounted, he is rarely depicted without his long bow. The mythology surrounding him is that he was such a skilled archer that he could fire and arrow into the heavens that would never fall to earth. He is the patron of soliders.
She who Nurtures
She is also known as Mother of All, depending on where her worshippers come from. She is the patron of children and new life, and is often depicted seated and pregnant. She is seen as one of the most powerful gods as she is seen to oversee the circle of all life from human down to insect and plant. She has been bastardised by a small sect of necromancers who worship her, misguidedly believing that she has a hand in their work to reanimate the dead.
Locations
Last Rest Tavern
This is a small wooden tarvern about a two hour walk from the city of Krasora. It is the first stop out of the city and the last place in. The perfect place to meet travellers and merchants. Vagabonds and sell-swords can even show up here looking for work. The food is fresh and the drinks are cold and the atmosphere is always friendly, warm and inviting. A two floor building, the tavern is on the ground with the inn on the first floor.
Krasora
A gigantic city built within the side of a mountain range. Japanese-style buildings cover the market district where a large center square holds many merchant stalls and shops. You can find nearly anything and everything you desire here. Nobels don't tend to stray too far from the main roads of the market district, but you may see one walking about from time to time. A grand castle sits above the market, looking down from it's perch high in the mountain side. Pagoda style roofs and architecture make the castle a sight to see! A grand staircase carved into the mountain snakes up from the market to the castle entrance, which is heavily guarded. A large stone wall surrounded the opposite side of the market which also is heavily guarded. From the main entrance to Krasora is a dirt road that spans across the endless plains laying at the base of the mountain. On one side of the road is nothing but farmland, worked daily by hundreds of men, women and childen. On the other side of the road is a vast and dense forest. Rumours of monsters roaming within keep people from venture into the forest.
Mor Sgaithatch
Also called the Black Mountain, this is a two month walk north of Krasora. It is inhabited by the Gurtha Orcs, one of the largest and most dangerous orc clans on the planet. Mor Sgaithatch is past the boarders of the known world and stories of the legendary treasures buried within the mountain call out to travellers from all four corners of the charted world. Many have gone to seek their fortune. None have returned with any of the treasure. Some have not returned at all.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Name: Nomi Yanimura
Age: Unknown, but appears to be thirty (30) years
Height: 6ft 1
Weight: 210lbs
Race: Human
Class: Blademaster
Appearance:
(Drawn and coloured by myself.)
Weapons: Nomi uses a katana as his main choice of weapon, although he is a very capable fighter using hand-to-hand martial arts as well. Nomi tends to sheath his katana either on his back or at his waist on his left. It's a basic, ordinary blade at first glance, but the weapon seems to avoid any and all damage when used in combat. Full strength edge on edge strikes with other swords will not chip, scratch or nick Nomi's katana.
Skills and Abilities:
Master Swordsman: Nomi's skill in swordsmanship is gargantuan. He is both fast and powerful, not to mention accurate, despite being blind. He has knowledge of several different styles of swordsmanship which include the likes of Iaido and Kendo, but most of the time he will battle in his own unique style, which revolves around him holding his katana single handedly and standing in a fairly open and relaxed stance, making his movements somewhat unpredictable. He is arrogant and cocky and likes to goad his opponent into attacking first where he counters with lightning fast and deadly strikes.
Martial Artist: Nomi's punch can be just as deadly as his sword. His body is trained to take damage and he has a huge reserve of stamina that allows him to keep going for a long amount of time. He has incredible agility and is able to perform flips and twists to help get into an advantageous position or to get out of a sticky one. Nomi's speed and enhanced hearing allows him the ability to dodge bullets, arrows and even catch a blade between his hands. He can jump much higher then an average human and can use his agility to scale tall walls if needs be.
The Mind's Eye: Nomi is blind, but he can 'see' just as well as the next person, if not more so, due to having trained his mind to 'see' for him. He can pour himself a drink, eat a meal, sharpen his sword and can even read books and scrolls and study maps with little effort. He also can recognize a person standing before him, but this is usually by 'feeling' their life force over viewing their face. With the loss of his eyesight, his other senses have been enhanced. Smell, hearing, taste and touch are vastly superior to an ordinary human.
Overview: Little is known about the man called Nomi Yanimura. He travels the world from place to place, sometimes seeking fights, something seeking information. He seems to be on the search for something and his journies have taken him to all four corners of the charted world and back again. His most recent and revealed adventure tells of him having travelled deep into uncharted orcish territory in search of a scroll fragment that pulses with a dark, ancient power. What is he searching for? What will he do next? Only Nomi knows the answer to that.
Age: Unknown, but appears to be thirty (30) years
Height: 6ft 1
Weight: 210lbs
Race: Human
Class: Blademaster
Appearance:
(Drawn and coloured by myself.)
Weapons: Nomi uses a katana as his main choice of weapon, although he is a very capable fighter using hand-to-hand martial arts as well. Nomi tends to sheath his katana either on his back or at his waist on his left. It's a basic, ordinary blade at first glance, but the weapon seems to avoid any and all damage when used in combat. Full strength edge on edge strikes with other swords will not chip, scratch or nick Nomi's katana.
Skills and Abilities:
Master Swordsman: Nomi's skill in swordsmanship is gargantuan. He is both fast and powerful, not to mention accurate, despite being blind. He has knowledge of several different styles of swordsmanship which include the likes of Iaido and Kendo, but most of the time he will battle in his own unique style, which revolves around him holding his katana single handedly and standing in a fairly open and relaxed stance, making his movements somewhat unpredictable. He is arrogant and cocky and likes to goad his opponent into attacking first where he counters with lightning fast and deadly strikes.
Martial Artist: Nomi's punch can be just as deadly as his sword. His body is trained to take damage and he has a huge reserve of stamina that allows him to keep going for a long amount of time. He has incredible agility and is able to perform flips and twists to help get into an advantageous position or to get out of a sticky one. Nomi's speed and enhanced hearing allows him the ability to dodge bullets, arrows and even catch a blade between his hands. He can jump much higher then an average human and can use his agility to scale tall walls if needs be.
The Mind's Eye: Nomi is blind, but he can 'see' just as well as the next person, if not more so, due to having trained his mind to 'see' for him. He can pour himself a drink, eat a meal, sharpen his sword and can even read books and scrolls and study maps with little effort. He also can recognize a person standing before him, but this is usually by 'feeling' their life force over viewing their face. With the loss of his eyesight, his other senses have been enhanced. Smell, hearing, taste and touch are vastly superior to an ordinary human.
Overview: Little is known about the man called Nomi Yanimura. He travels the world from place to place, sometimes seeking fights, something seeking information. He seems to be on the search for something and his journies have taken him to all four corners of the charted world and back again. His most recent and revealed adventure tells of him having travelled deep into uncharted orcish territory in search of a scroll fragment that pulses with a dark, ancient power. What is he searching for? What will he do next? Only Nomi knows the answer to that.
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Dark Magic of the Ancient Gods [Chapter 2] - Medieval & Fantasy
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The birds singing was now being echoed out as a larger and larger gathering of carrion birds assembled within the branches of all the trees that surrounded the clearing. A few travellers had paused and glanced over to view the scene, but the sight of the lifeless bodies on the ground were enough to cause them to hasten their journeys and disappear from sight down the long dirt road. It was a bit surprising that none of the city guards had approached the three men that remained standing upright. Perhaps the D'ol Dathri had paid them off? That wouldn't come as much of a surprise, what with Ornestoro admitting to testing the shaven-haired 'monk' if he were still a capable fighter. Getting the city guards involved accidentally would only cause nothing but trouble. Not that 'trouble' would be any concern for the shaven-headed 'monk'. Nomi just stared at him in silence for a moment and just smirked to himself as he wondered if his old friend would be stupid enough to start a fight with the soldiers that protected the city. Perhaps if he were paid enough, who knew?
The bandit who wielded the greatsword from earlier stirred and came to, where he sat up and winced before clenching both his hands over his face, feeling the broken nose that had now stopped bleeding. One glance up at the blind man caused panic to overcome the bandit as he shuffled backwards on his butt, trying to get away. The noises he made caused the silver-haired man to glance down and just grin, which prompted the greatsword user to scramble up to his feet and flee the scene as quickly as his feet would carry him. The blind man just stood there, as solid as a statue and kept his arms folded across his chest. There was no point in stepping on ants. The bandit had learned his lesson. He'd not be kidnapping kitchen hands again any time soon. Hearing the D'ol Dathri speak to the blind man in his native tongue, Nomi 'glanced' to Jintaru and just stared at him with an expressionless look spread across his face. He didn't understand nor speak D'ol Dath-tar. Fortunately the shaven-headed 'monk' had saved Nomi the trouble of asking what the wealthy looking 'pedder of information' had said.
Nomi scoffed at the words that left his old friend's lips and he appeared to look back towards the D'ol Dathri, 'staring' at him much the same way the blind man 'looked' inside of Jintaru back at the tavern. Interestingly, this Ornestoro fellow was a very difficult man to read. He kept his cards close to his chest and his body language was but a murmur of a whisper. However, there were some things that were impossible to hide. After a second or two of silence, Nomi stepped towards the tall, dark-skinned man and sniffed the air about him a couple of times. He smelt of the rich, his clothes carried a scent of only the finest fragrances. This made who asked for payment, had no need for coin.
”Payment? If he can throw away one thousand gold for your head, the last thing he needs is more gold.”
The blind man snorted in Jintaru's direction, before he raised his right hand and held up an index finger, asking for a moment. Lowering his hand back down and unclasping the buckle that secured the flap of his satchel down, Nomi's hand buried deep within his bag before he pulled out an object wrapped in cloth. The shape of the item was that of a crescent moon, but it was thinner and sharper at one end. It was about eight inches long. The cloth it was wrapped in was damp and appeared to have a spell enchanted into the fabric to constantly keep it sodden at that.
”I've been trying to find a use for this, but I cannot. Perhaps a man of your... connections, might find use for it.”
Nomi tossed the object to the floor, where the fabric that covered it opened up, revealed a jet black claw underneath. Exposure to the dry air caused the claw to set aflame instantly and the fire burned with a ferocious intensity. The heat coming off it was unreal. With a smirk on the blind man's lips, he nodded his head towards the claw that lay upon the ground just before Ornestoro's feet.
”That is a claw of Naur Runya, the Dragon of Flames. Don't loose that cloth. It's enchanted to keep the flames under control.”
With his payment offered, the blind man waited a moment to see if there was any reaction from the peddler of information. Nomi's hand returned to within his satchel were he dug out the scroll fragment that he had revealed to the shaven-headed 'monk' earlier in the day. That same dark power radiated off the piece of ancient parchment the moment it was pulled from the blind man's bag. The veins within the silver-haired man's hand and forearm once more started to turn black, as if the scroll itself was corrupting his very body. Allowing the fragment to fall open on it's own accord, Nomi flashed the image of the jet black crystal to Ornestoro.
”I want to know where I can find this.”
The bandit who wielded the greatsword from earlier stirred and came to, where he sat up and winced before clenching both his hands over his face, feeling the broken nose that had now stopped bleeding. One glance up at the blind man caused panic to overcome the bandit as he shuffled backwards on his butt, trying to get away. The noises he made caused the silver-haired man to glance down and just grin, which prompted the greatsword user to scramble up to his feet and flee the scene as quickly as his feet would carry him. The blind man just stood there, as solid as a statue and kept his arms folded across his chest. There was no point in stepping on ants. The bandit had learned his lesson. He'd not be kidnapping kitchen hands again any time soon. Hearing the D'ol Dathri speak to the blind man in his native tongue, Nomi 'glanced' to Jintaru and just stared at him with an expressionless look spread across his face. He didn't understand nor speak D'ol Dath-tar. Fortunately the shaven-headed 'monk' had saved Nomi the trouble of asking what the wealthy looking 'pedder of information' had said.
Nomi scoffed at the words that left his old friend's lips and he appeared to look back towards the D'ol Dathri, 'staring' at him much the same way the blind man 'looked' inside of Jintaru back at the tavern. Interestingly, this Ornestoro fellow was a very difficult man to read. He kept his cards close to his chest and his body language was but a murmur of a whisper. However, there were some things that were impossible to hide. After a second or two of silence, Nomi stepped towards the tall, dark-skinned man and sniffed the air about him a couple of times. He smelt of the rich, his clothes carried a scent of only the finest fragrances. This made who asked for payment, had no need for coin.
”Payment? If he can throw away one thousand gold for your head, the last thing he needs is more gold.”
The blind man snorted in Jintaru's direction, before he raised his right hand and held up an index finger, asking for a moment. Lowering his hand back down and unclasping the buckle that secured the flap of his satchel down, Nomi's hand buried deep within his bag before he pulled out an object wrapped in cloth. The shape of the item was that of a crescent moon, but it was thinner and sharper at one end. It was about eight inches long. The cloth it was wrapped in was damp and appeared to have a spell enchanted into the fabric to constantly keep it sodden at that.
”I've been trying to find a use for this, but I cannot. Perhaps a man of your... connections, might find use for it.”
Nomi tossed the object to the floor, where the fabric that covered it opened up, revealed a jet black claw underneath. Exposure to the dry air caused the claw to set aflame instantly and the fire burned with a ferocious intensity. The heat coming off it was unreal. With a smirk on the blind man's lips, he nodded his head towards the claw that lay upon the ground just before Ornestoro's feet.
”That is a claw of Naur Runya, the Dragon of Flames. Don't loose that cloth. It's enchanted to keep the flames under control.”
With his payment offered, the blind man waited a moment to see if there was any reaction from the peddler of information. Nomi's hand returned to within his satchel were he dug out the scroll fragment that he had revealed to the shaven-headed 'monk' earlier in the day. That same dark power radiated off the piece of ancient parchment the moment it was pulled from the blind man's bag. The veins within the silver-haired man's hand and forearm once more started to turn black, as if the scroll itself was corrupting his very body. Allowing the fragment to fall open on it's own accord, Nomi flashed the image of the jet black crystal to Ornestoro.
”I want to know where I can find this.”
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