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My name is Paradoxial. I mainly focus on creating original roleplays, though I do love participating in others!

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Definitely interested in this, though I am a bit sad that the motivations are randomly picked. I would've loved to make a returning animator character. I might pick this one up.
@Eneui

In reference to some of your questions: the Templars were the grand knights of Silith before the Council took over. They wore enchanted golden armor and used light magic, being able to cast light healing spells and also blasting enemies with holy fire from a distance (think paladin esq.). You mentioned "the other mages," but because your characters are commoners use of magic for any sort of fighting is grounds for execution. Usually the only people that know if you have affinity or not is your closest friends and family. Making a retired paladin would be interesting, as he would have all sorts of lore (I can make up some stuff, or you can build the world as you see fit) from before the council. If you have any more questions don't hesitate to ask.
The Usurpers (, brutal, fantasy)

The War is finally over. Silence hangs over the country of Silith, as the commoners cower in their fragile dirt huts praying to the gods. "Is it over?" They whisper to each other. "Has King Aragoth finally beaten the council?" The mutterings cease as the marches begin. Precise, well timed footsteps are heard all over the country. The citizens pray harder, hoping, pleading that their door will be opened by the gold plated Templars, with food and drink to celebrate the final victory.
In one house, a mother hugs her child to her chest, tears brimming in both their eyes. The door creaks open and she stares at what the door has revealed, covering the child's eyes. The mother watches in horror as 2 leather boots step into her home, blood spattered and dyed black. The chain mail leggings swish lightly, and above that a chest plate of pure obsidian. Finally, a steel helmet obscures the face, but the eyes are visible. Dark, smoldering eyes with the sort of red tint that only a madman could contain. "A knight of the Council" she whispers in disbelief "but that can only mean one thing". At last, she hears the words she prayed she'd never hear, but it is impossible to shut out the deep gravelly voice that says, "the War is over. The Council rules this land."


OOC

The usurpers is about a group of Rebels, 40 years after the Great War trying to take back control of Silith which is ruled by the mysterious and evil Council. Because the council rules and prohibits commoners from learning any type of combat, you will have little formal training with melee or magic based fighting. There are 2 main ways to play, one of which is the group gathering resources and learning, before attacking and claiming individual villages and eventually taking back the country. The other way is to be constantly traveling between towns, fighting and gaining allies but never focusing your efforts on a specific place for long. The closer you get to the capital, the better defended a town is. You start in Vilnick, a small village at the very edge of Silith. As the RP continues you will become much stronger and eventually be strong enough to take on the Council themselves. The Council is made up of 4 individuals which each control a piece of Silith. They are headed by Lord Regent Crow, who controls the center piece of Silith including the capital itself. For the classes and magic, don't be afraid to make something up as long as it's not OP. The examples I put are just stuff off the top of my head! If I get some interest I'll expand the OOC allot more. If you have any questions please ask!

Character sheet

Name:

Appearance:

Personality:

Class: (ex: Plague Mage, Divine warrior, shadow rogue)

Magical affinity: (elemental, dark/light, none, etc.)

Equipment: (weapon, what's in your bag, etc.)

Backstory: (how did your character end up in Vilnick, were they born there? Why do they want to rebel?)
Sooooo... I may have accidentally buried this RP under mounds of homeworkers for the past 3 days... ill definitely whip up a CS if you guys are still open
Is this still open? It looks really interesting and I'd love to make a necromancer.
@RinOkumara I was hoping to get at least 3 people, and its fine if you're new I'm pretty new myself heh
@Ater FireSoul yeah, some people said they were interested but only one person actually made a CS. If we can actually get the people I'd still love to do it.
Safety wasn't a word that Leroy used much, or really anyone else in Wal-world. Of course, when he gripped the handle to the tavern, he didn't expect a man with an axe through his head stumble out of it. When he had first observed the tavern, it had looked relatively "safe" but again, nothing ever really was. Before Leroy could even think about what to do with the body, several figures burst out of the bar after the dead man, and it was all he could to step backwards in order to avoid the barrage. An aging man burst out of the doorway, quickly followed by an archer and hold on, was that a topdweller?

While they sprinted to what looked like a rusted old golf cart, a Wallord warrior ripped through the doorway, hatchet in hand. Now, if all of this wasn't a hallucination and those people were actually real, they obviously had some sort of purpose behind them to chase and Leroy wanted in on it. Ignoring the urge to drag the body of the man away for tests, he pulled out his hunting knife and slashed out at the enraged warrior. The blade ripped through his weak armor and scored a shallow cut along his chest. The man of course didn't notice the blow until the toxin started flowing through his bloodstream. His mouth started frothing, and he fell into the floor screaming so loud Leroy could almost compare it to the voice in his head when it was mad at him. Speaking of which, the voice was yelling at him now. "Go with them, they will further your quest" the voice invading his thoughts and mind.

He quickly sidestepped the man and ran after the group, jumping on top of the golf cart and causing it to groan in protest. The graying man stopped whatever he was doing to stare at Leroy. He imagined himself to be quite a sight, a rough leather trench coat and dented crow mask obscuring most of his body. "Drive you imbecile! Before whatever force you've wrought upon yourself is released upon us all!"

(If you have any tips or advice to help my writing, please share!)
@ClocktowerEchos IC post will be done by the end of today.
@Aeonumbra okay I'm actually really glad you pointed that out because I REALLY worded that wrong. I didn't mean to convey that he super strong or anything, just that because his body gets malnourished so often he usually just ignores it and pushes himself beyond his weakened capabilitys. I hope that makes sense.
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