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Final Fantasy RK: The Lost Pages

@Silver Fox So imma be honest I never played 11 or 14. Not entirely sure what you mean. Is it because it's a "create a character" thing?

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

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Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

It was a bright and breezy morning on Long Island Sound. Camp Half-Blood was a buzz with training, laughing, and yelling as kids of all ages ran and swung swords during an sessions. Chriron and Redwood stood at the top of the hill over looking things.

"So Chiron it seems that this group of demi-gods us doing well. Even without of gift of prophecy it seems that we have evaded every threat and managed to get all of them back safely." Redwood said as he chommped on a foam bar.

Chiron moved back and forth on his hooves still uneasy about the business with Apollo and with no Oracle they would have no way to help or find out if there was another threat. "Redwood I'm glad you are here to keep the spirits up. Otherwise I think camp would have been over after the last incident. Plus the Labyrinth." Chiron sighed and then took a step towards the practice fields. "I'm going to go assist in training today. You're on charge of all other camp matters." He took off down them hill before Redwood could get anythingnelse out. Redwood shrugged and sniffed the air. The scent of fresh grow strawberries hung on the breeze and something else did as well. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until he say it. The mist started to roll in where the statue of Athena now stood. It flowed through the barrier and towards Redwood who backed away suspiciously. Then a figure holding what looked like a staff with a flame atop it began to come toward him after passing through the barrier.

"Chiron!?" The old saytr yelped before losing his footing and falling down the hill and bowling over a couple of campers.

The figure struck his staff on the hill as Chiron turned to see Redwood rolling down the hill like a bowling ball. Once the figure did the mist swirled back into his staff and the flame went out. Once it did it disappeared and the figure collapsed on the ground face first leaving himself open to inspection for anyone around who had seen him come.

Final Fantasy RK: The Lost Pages

Please move characters to the character tab as you both have already been accepted. I'll have mine up tomorrow

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@Silver Fox sorry it took so long. Had internet issues on top of trying to sell my car.

Final Fantasy RK: The Lost Pages

When the worlds were young and the god Chaos and the goddess Cosmos were just showing interest in the new worlds into existence, from both of these colliding forces, came the Library. The Library is a place where all the stories would be written and with a will all its own chose a moogle to govern it's halls and make sure that all was kept right. Neither Cosmos or Chaos could influence this place for it was of neutral ground, but Dr. Mog, as the moogle called himself, was on the side of heroes. He knew that in the worlds must remain a balance so he, with the help of the library created four crystals for each world. These crystals were of the basic elements: earth, water, fire, and wind. As Cosmos and Chaos represented opposites to each other the crystals did as well. Once completed they were sent to each world. Once this had been done magic became a common thing on most worlds and the stories more exciting. Heroes became more frequent and some forgotten. There are the common stories that almost everyone knows and then the not so common. This is a story of the no so common. Pages and whole stories have been corrupted by Chaos' dark forces, Dr. Mog isn't sure how but he summoning heroes from across the worlds to investigate and save them in the end!

OK this is the basis of our story. Your first post can be anything but make sure to include being summoned to the Library by Dr. Mog.

Rules: Be respectful, No hijacking someone's character unless you have premission, No meta gaming, and if you have any issue with anyone message me first.

Any questions please pm me.

Lastly I am not the grammar or spelling police but please check your posts. And a sentence is not acceptable, paragraph is nice, novel is up to you but make your posts you don't try to copy someone else's style.

Let's have fun!!!

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

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Name:Syrus Cromwell

Age:16

Godly parent:Hecate

Appearance:

Background: Syrus was the son of a magician not a great one but he did love the trade in his own way. Sadly when Syrus turned ten his father disappeared in the middle of one of his tricks on stage. It was his first big show and he was debuting the new illusion. After give minutes of his father not returning the police and emergency responders were called to search the building. Nothing was found. Before he could be taken by the police a woman came to him and gave him the choice of staying to collected by these people or to leave on an adventure to find his father. Just as if it played in his mind he saw the events play out and in the end chose to leave. Since then Syrus would get visits from the woman and she would always give him choices to make each one strengthening his resolve. On his fourteenth birthday he learned that he was her child, and that she was a goddess of Greek origin. She explained to him that was the reason he could see things when presented choices. She also told him that he had other abilities but needed a focus to obtain and train them fully. She then presented him with a small lighter but more cylindrical in shape. She told Syrus to click the end and he did. In a flash of fire it became a staff with flame atop it and a white mist coming out from the base of the flame. From then on he learned magic and how to control the mist. Now on his sixteenth birthday he is headed to a place called Camp Half-Blood to help demi-gods like himself defeat an ancient evil while still searching for his father.

Power: Natural affinity for magic derived from the mist. Can see where paths lead if at a crossroads, this includes decision making. Able to talk to ghost but cannot control them.

Weapon or gifts from godly parent:

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@Silver Fox working on it now. Got pulled away trying to sell my car