RyuShura

://Crown of Eden [High-Casual]

NPC LIST:

Will be updated as the Roleplay progresses.

=The Other Awoken=

Description: Other survivors aboard Eden who have awoken from their magical slumber to the call of the ancient "Caretaker" and have been given their sacred divination for the journey ahead. Their motives and goals are unclear, but each of them have ties to the old world which compel them forth.

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"Thirteen"

Appearance:

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A B&W sketch I drew up...

Significant Memory:

It always begins with him standing in a city boiling in an inferno, screams echoing from all sides. He is alone, and exhausted, the armor adorned across his body dragging him down like chains. A cloth band is strapped around his arm. The number 'XIII' is inscribed on it. Blackened corpses and gore litter the ground all over, whom which barely resemble humans, but his eyes linger upon them only for a moment. He focuses mostly on a figure in the distance, another knight who rests dying at the center of this carnage. A tarnished beauty, unfitting within this scene of damnation. Her delicate face has turned pale, streams of bright blood dripping down from her chest-plate. Her war-lance lies upright atop a mound of bodies barring a large gate behind her, exhibiting the sacrifice she committed. The doors rumble and creak, signalling that the battle is far from over. She weakly reaches for him, and he rushes forward, ignoring the immense weight of everything. But he never reaches her. He stumbles to the ground, realizing that he is bleeding out and also dying. His whole left arm is torn and missing.

They lock eyes for a moment, acknowledging the end. She utters something to him, a bloom of tears steaming down her cheeks, but he cannot hear her words. Soon everything goes black and the memory is over.

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Daresso

Age: 14

Appearance: WIP

Significant Memory:
He remembers a strong scent of snow-lilies, a flower native only in the high north, and the name "Alexander", though he does not know who that might be.

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Genevieve De Clare

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Significant Memory:
The only memory she possesses is one bittersweet.

'Mother, mother...? Where art thou...?'

Genevieve is a child in this moment, judging from the lightness and frailty in her voice. She is wandering somewhere in complete darkness, lost to everything around. She clutches for things, anything to distinguish where she may be, but nothing feels familiar. Cold and hard was this strange place, her feet stinging with each step. It seems like an eternity has passed as she meanders desperately. Finally, her body can move no longer and she crumbles upon her bloodied trail. All she can do is cry all by herself. But then a pair of hands come to hold her and a sweet lullaby makes her pain go away.

'Mother... Please, don't abandon me again..'

Other: Is blind.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

PHEW! Now that all the holiday business is pretty much over, I'll begin my rounds of posting soon!

Shadows of A Broken Empire, Rise of the Immortals (Sci Fi /Fantasy RP. Original IP)

Vienna held back her surprise with a short gasp when the room filled with immense psychic energy, feeling the shuddering waves warping around the throne before he even signaled his arrival. It was an aura she had never before felt, crippling yet soft and warm. Truly, even though they called her a prodigy, she was like a meager candle held against a raging bonfire. She could only appreciate this fact with a slight nod of her head and a faint smile. To serve, to have purpose meant more to her than anything. When He finally appeared physically, in a flash of brilliant light, she was forced to go 'blind', as to prevent her senses from getting overwhelmed by the sheer power. The young Savantus was almost at a loss, and normally she would be, but Vienna had been prepared for this encounter for a long time now. Doing what she had rehearsed for hours into the mirror the night prior, she immediately dropped onto her knees and bowed, her body laying across the ground in a look of humility.

"Hail, the great protector, the Immortal Emperor. With every ounce of my body and soul can offer, may our people prosper under your reign, my god and king." she called, word for word, what they had taught her to say.

://Crown of Eden [High-Casual]

@Heap241

That's perfect, short and simple. Go ahead and post it in the characters. I plan on taking a surplus right now since most RPs have a high drop-out rate as is, and I'm sure mine is no exception. I hope you stick around. :^)

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://The Crown of Eden...

When Apothos fell into ruin during the Eternal Eclipse, known civilization was swallowed whole by unimaginable horrors never seen before and fierce eldritch storms ruthlessly tore the planet apart. Before the scattered Cardinal Races would be annihilated, they created a massive vessel-city that would sail into the sky to avoid the destruction. It was risky to dare pass into the Ocean of Ashe, the violent tempestial mass that now overtook the skies, but it was the only chance they had. The ship was fitted with the strongest arcane barriers they could muster in a hurry, and the population departed only hours after for this desperate exodus. If only there was a happy tale to tell of this journey. The hull of the vessel-city was already breached in moments upon entering the swirling mass and countless were pulled into the sundering maw of the sky-ocean as the ship was ripped piece by piece. By the time they were able to escape the swirling jaws, only fragments of the massive vessel remained intact. The gigantic aircraft, once the size of an entire city, had been reduced to that of a shambling hamlet of shredded metal and wire. Anchoring high above the atmosphere, like a glimmering crown in the darkness, the survivors breathed a sigh now that their journey was finally over. For the moment, while bathed in the precious beams of light from the golden sun on the horizon, they were able to forget the violence and malice of the dying planet below.

But the survivors were soon made to face a grim reality. They suffered too many losses to infrastructure to continue their plans of settling smoothly in this new home. What was left of the ruling authority made a difficult decision. To preserve the power reserves of the damaged arcane-core, the inhabitants were all placed in a deep asleep to await the time when the apocalyptic storms settled. When the time comes, they must return to face their old sins, to reclaim their shattered world. 

Ages have long passed now and the first of these people have begun to awake, heeding their fateful call. But things are not what they expected. Will they be able to accept their new destiny?

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Rules:
1. Basic RPG site rules apply.
2. My word is law on an outcome of an event, as this roleplay is meant to emphasize consequences and rewards based on actions. This is purely objective and by no means will I do something out of spite. I am willing to be reasoned with if you think something was unfair, but I do not tolerate whining or raging. ((So it can be on record now. There is no plot armor in this RP. I will give a few hints that what a character is doing may end up endangering them, but nothing more.))
3. Don't be a wanker.
4. Have fun.

After-Word:

Hider

Greets, and welcome to a short synopsis of this post-apocalyptic fantasy roleplay of mine. I am happy you have made it this far! Now, this is where I have to do a bit of explaining. I have been formulating this setting painstakingly over the months, pulling my hair out fine-tuning the plot and working with difficult themes in order to make an interesting story full of mystery and deep emotions. I finally think this work is worthy of allowing players and myself to enjoy a deeper roleplaying experience with notable progression and consequences to choices, such as offering a clear goal for the cast to achieve. As such, I'm afraid this is not entirely casual and I will only accept experienced people, or at the very least, those who show me they put in extra effort. A common misconception is post length determines whether someone is casual or advanced. In my opinion, it does not matter. They can range from a few sentences to large paragraphs, but I look most for quality of the post above all. How concise the ideas are and how well they paint the narrative. I'm not sure how many people I will accept, but I plan on having a small cast, perhaps only a handful of players. I have seen how cluttered and impersonal interaction can quickly get when too many people try to do different things at once. It makes people feel like they matter less when so many things happen at once without them. I want this to be an intimate and fulfilling story, so there will be a focus on a few flesh-out characters. 

As a side note; a few notable things I drew inspiration from in making this roleplay are Final Fantasy, Shadow of the Colossus, Ergo Proxy, and the Dark Souls series. If you enjoy any of those titles, then feel free to check this one out.

With all that being said, thanks for giving me your time! :^D

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Character Skeleton:

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(This sheet is left bare-bones since your character will start with essentially nothing and will learn and acquire things such as items and weapons later on. A lot of information regarding the backstory and history of the world is left missing on purpose. Very much, this aspect is inspired by the Souls series, exploring and discovering an old world and creatively dealing with problems given limitations. You might have already noticed that there is no place to put any sort of magical powers. This is also on purpose, since no one will be able to use the olden methods of magic at the beginning. This will come as a great shock to your characters. An explanation with be given IC. Don't worry, there will be opportunities to 'unlock' this trait once again.)

Name/Title:
Race: All characters will be Human until further notice.

Gender:
Appearance:

Significant Memory: All characters will have amnesia when they awaken, forgetting everything of their past, save for vague glimpses of things 'important to them'. Maybe it's just a name, or is it a place? It could even be an idea. Best to just keep it short and simple. Without true identities, characters would only have these comforts, or traumas, to help define themselves. These lost pasts will play a large part in the narrative and tone of this setting. A few examples: a soldier who feels obliged to honor his duty despite the empire they once served no longer existing, or a confused child terrified by a nightmare they keep having. Feel free to be creative and if you need any help, just ask me any questions.

(This mechanic will take the place of the usual 'History and Personality' portion of this sheet. Because I find it very boring to read through a long-winded background without any context, I opted for another method. I also felt it would feel much more dynamic and interesting exploring this aspect in-character through lack of knowing. Since no one can just go into someone's sheet and skim through their bio to know beforehand how anyone would react, this leaves a mystery to both the player and character, thus making character interaction have more meaning and surprise. That said, feel free to brew up drama. I encourage it.)

Other: Whatever extraneous details you want to include.

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The Cast:

- Heap241 - Elizabeth Wilson
- ravenDivinity - Everett Prachter
- knighthawk - K.K.
- Light - Geno
- Cyrqnia - Gwendolyn
- Mag Lev - Jezebel

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Wow, thanks for all the interest! At this rate, we'll have enough people in no time. I'll start writing up the OOC. :^D

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@Keira Adams

I don't mind answering. This is a very short description, so I expect there to be a lot of things I'm missing.

There is no specific mythology I used in making these races, rather a mixture of both Eastern and Western, just things I thought would be cool thematically. That said, this is predominately a fantasy setting, or what is left of it, so you can expect many different places and things of the sort, just twisted with my own flare for the grim.

Though as of the beginning, the only playable race will be humans. I will go into more detail as to why later.

Your second question can be answered by going deeper into the lore of the Cardinal Races. In the age before, all living beings were able to use magic, to a basic degree, because they possessed a Soul. But not all were created equal. The first to rise and wake from the dreaming seeds cast by the World Tree, the very heart of Gaia, were the firstborn of the Gods, thus inheriting a piece of them. They were gifted with thoughts that allowed them to percieve beyond just instinct, subjective feelings like love and sadness and joy. These ideas allowed them to tap into a deeper power within 'Soul', discovering different methods of manipulating 'Aether' beyond just the Elemental, in which they defined into into magical arts called 'Arcana'. Due to their dominance over Aether, the lesser races referred to them as the 'Cardinals'.

In short, it is both, as imagination plays in how one will use and shape their powers into unique forms.

As for the third, you are almost correct. This is more fantasy, with a futuristic twist. It will be more the latter of what you said, with a mix of guns and swords that are modified and enhanced with magic-technology.

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Phew, I finally got done with all that. I hope that answers everything. :^D

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@ravenDivinity

In the age past, with the aid of magic, the Cardinal races were were able to reach levels of technology near sci-fi with flying ships and androids and the like, all powered by magical sources. But a lot of knowledge has been lost in the world below. Few understand how it works anymore. And even fewer are able to utilize this once-common trait since the power in their bloodlines have waned over the centuries.

I hope that answers things for you.

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://The Crown of Eden...

When Apothos fell into ruin during the Eternal Eclipse, known civilization was swallowed whole by unimaginable horrors never seen before and fierce eldritch storms ruthlessly tore the planet apart. Before the scattered Cardinal Races would be annihilated, they created a massive vessel-city that would sail into the sky to avoid the destruction. It was risky to dare pass into the Ocean of Ashe, the violent tempestial mass that now overtook the skies, but it was the only chance they had. The ship was fitted with the strongest arcane barriers they could muster in a hurry, and the population departed only hours after for this desperate exodus. If only there was a happy tale to tell of this journey. The hull of the vessel-city was already breached in moments upon entering the swirling mass and countless of these pilgrims were pulled into the sundering maw of the sky-ocean as the ship was ripped piece by piece. By the time they were able to escape the swirling jaws, only fragments of the massive vessel remained intact, the battered core powering the arcane engines and a few connected stations. Anchoring high above the atmosphere, like a glimmering crown in the darkness, the survivors breathed a sigh now that their journey was over. For the moment, they were safe from the violence and malice of the dying planet below.

But the survivors were soon made to face a grim reality. They suffered too many losses to infrastructure to continue their plans of settling smoothly in this new home. What was left of the ruling authority made a difficult decision. To preserve the damaged power reserves, the inhabitants were all placed in a deep asleep to await the time when the apocalyptic storms settled. When the time comes, they must return to face their old sins, to reclaim their shattered world. 

Ages have long passed now and the first of these people have begun to awake, heeding their fateful call. But things are not what they expect. Will they be able to accept their new destiny?

...

After-Word

Hider

Greets, and welcome to a short synopsis of this post-apocalyptic fantasy roleplay of mine. I am happy you have made it this far! Now, this is where I have to do a bit of explaining. I have been formulating this setting painstakingly over the months, pulling my hair out fine-tuning the plot and working with difficult themes in order to make an interesting story full of mystery and deep emotions. I finally think this work is worthy of allowing players and myself to enjoy a deeper roleplaying experience with notable progression and consequences to choices, such as offering a clear goal for the cast to achieve. As such, I'm afraid this is not entirely casual and I will only accept experienced people, or at the very least, those who show me they put in extra effort. A common misconception is post length determines whether someone is casual or advanced. In my opinion, it does not matter. They can range from a few sentences to large paragraphs, but I look most for quality of the post above all. How concise the ideas are and how well they paint the narrative. I'm not sure how many people I will accept, but I plan on having a small cast, perhaps only a handful of players. I have seen how cluttered and impersonal interaction can quickly get when too many people try to do different things at once. It makes people feel like they matter less when so many things happen at once without them. I want this to be an intimate and fulfilling story, so there will be a focus on a few flesh-out characters. 

As a side note; a few notable things I drew inspiration from in making this roleplay are Final Fantasy, Shadow of the Colossus, Ergo Proxy, and the Dark Souls series. If you enjoy any of those titles, then feel free to check this one out.

With all that being said, thanks for giving me your time! :^D

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EDIT: The OOC is now up;

roleplayerguild.com/topics/155660-crow..

Shadows of A Broken Empire, Rise of the Immortals (Sci Fi /Fantasy RP. Original IP)

@Runacat

Vienna winced upon hearing the words, shoulders pushing up tensely. Her head darted back and forth as her mind scrambled to refocus, the shape of the figure registering in the darkness. She really was too absorbed within her own worries she didn't even notice this new arrival. She turned to face the approaching woman with a half-smile, embarrassed by her own skittishness.

"Ah... my, don't worry about me... I am just thinking..." she paused.

'Wait. What kind of answer was that, Vienna? Hurry, you still have time to explain yourself! Choose words. She's going to think you've a mental disorder, or worse...!'

But try as she might, all that came of her mouth were befuddled 'umms' and 'ahhs'.

Her grin quickly faltered as she started panicking at the inability to find any real words. It was like the thoughts in her mind were just flushed down a drain, leaving her with complete blanks. Seconds felt like minutes as she struggled internally, mouth pinched as she squirmed in her boots. Vienna wanted to just back away into a dark corner and just die of embarrassment. But she couldn't just let the kind gesture go to waste, especially when they first initiated the interaction. This was the first time someone approached her on their own. Usually it was the opposite. No one wanted to even step anywhere near the ticking psionic bomb. She probably didn't even know about her dangerous reputation, so that's why. But still, to her, it was the thought was what mattered the most. Despite being strangers, they went out of her way to offer help to her, without even being asked. It might seem trivial to anyone who was even marginally socially adequate, but to Vienna, this woman appeared truly noble.

Wait. A stranger! That's right, before every conversation was an exchange of names.

She immediately bowed her head, hoping she could hide the darkness settling in her cheeks, "A-ah... where are my manners? I-I am Vienna Marx Sorielus... it is a pleasure to have you acquaintance, dear sister-in-arms..."

Vienna remained this way, both awaiting a response while trying her best to keep her heart still. Blood was rushing into her face, the added heat making it feel like she was being cooked alive. She could faint from this unbearable stress at any moment. Her hands were shaking, she could feel them. What would her instructors think if they saw her now? She didn't want to disappoint them after all they did for her, not after the promise she made to herself and all the others. She had finally been given a chance to prove herself. She cursed herself. How would she even handle such an important duty as being an Imortale Prelitor if she couldn't handle something as simple as this? She didn't dare allow her mind to imagine the response this person would have to her odd mannerisms.

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