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Indeed. So are you going to play? You know you want to :P
Yes, I know there are now 4 Indiana Jones movies and there are 6 Star Wars... but Star Wars seems to come out in threes and I'm not counting the newest Indiana Jones.
The Trilogy to End All Trilogies
Fellowship of the Bus
Three Buses for the Swedish-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Russian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for British Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Antarctica where the Shadows lie,
One Bus to rule them all, One Bus to find them,
One Bus to bring them all and in the darkness
Bind them
In the Land of Antarctica where the shadows lie.
Seven for the Russian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for British Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Antarctica where the Shadows lie,
One Bus to rule them all, One Bus to find them,
One Bus to bring them all and in the darkness
Bind them
In the Land of Antarctica where the shadows lie.
It is June 1, 2015, and the weather is amazing at Disney World in California. People from all around the world have come to ride the rides. The line for Pirates of the Caribbean is long, like usual, and many people have rushed to Space Mountain. Unbeknownst to people everywhere, a single, yellow bus, has come out of hiding and into the possession of one man. This man, if he knew what he held in his possession, could take over the world, for his bus was a bus of power. In fact, it was the One Bus to Rule Them All... which it said as much on the side of the bus. Unfortunately, this man could not read. Not knowing what to do with this bus he had just found, he sends it from his home in Kansas City to his nephew in Los Angeles.
Now, back at Disney World, a group of people (strangers until this very moment) are forced to form a Fellowship, one that would face all matter of evil and destroy the One Bus To Rule Them All!!! Mwhahahahaha!
So what's the catch, you ask? Well, all the characters in this fellowship are made up of celebrities. Yep, you read that right. So, for instance, the Frodo type character in this fellowship could very well be Mr. Johnny Depp. You decide! Before we get started, everyone must learn what is to come by signing up for this game. It is a trilogy. Therefore, you will be asked to play in all three games. These games are thus named:
Fellowship of the Bus (Spoof of Lord of the Rings)
Temple of Bloom (Spoof of Indiana Jones)
Return of the Tedi (Spoof of Star Wars)
Another thing that should be noted is that these are SPOOFS and should be funny/random/etc Characters should have exaggerated personalities and everyone should be doing this for fun. Don't worry if things come off stupid, because that's what these games are all about. Just have fun with it!
Rules:
Typical RPG rules.
All characters must be Celebrities.
Celebrities from the movies can be used, but not as the characters they play in the movie. In addition, characters do not need to be the same sex as their type.
No GOD MODING or Power Gaming!!! I'm serious about that!
All Character Sheets must be approved before being moved over to the CS section.
Cast of Characters:
Fellowship Characters (Main Characters)
Frodo Type
Sam Type
Merry Type
Pippin Type
Gandalf Type-Liam Neeson (Trout the Dog)
Legolas Type
Gimli Type
Aragorn Type
Boromir Type
DARK LORD- Sean Connery (Trout The Dog)
Gollum
You may play as any other type of character from the books/movies, but try to keep them to major characters. Any questions concerning this can be PMed to Trout The Dog.
Name: Sifora Tomar
Age and Sex: 24, Female
Race and Region: Human, Desert
Title: Emira (Princess) of the Gobazi Wastes, eldest daughter and heir of the Sultan Jassard IV.
Physical Description:
Ceremonial Dress:
Sifora is a tall, slender woman with athletic curves. She has olive skin, full rose lips, and large silvery blue eyes. Her waist-long hair is a chestnut color, however ceremony dictates that she must color her hair the same as her eyes (the dye washes out) as well as paint her lips, draw upon her skin, and adorn her body with beads of the same hue.
As do most of the women of the Gobazi, Sifora wears dresses of sheer silks and leathers during the day and heavy cloaks and robes of velvets at night.
Bio:
Raised in the Holy City of Agmar in the heart of the Gobazi Wastes, Sifora knows very little of that beyond the shifting sands of her kingdom... for very few people travel to the extreme lands that don't have to. The only daughter of the Sultan, she is a pet of sorts... one that has cost many people their lives. The Bloody Sultan, as he as come to be known, does not hesitate to behead anyone who may cause insult to the desert flower.
She was trained to be a proper Sultana; bows, swords, riding, fighting... all of it required... yet, until she becomes a rider (hopefully at this Dragon Moon), it is all for naught. Without a dragon, Sifora cannot take the throne from her ailing father, a fact that the Sheiks are not afraid to remind her of.
Region Info:
The Gobazi Wastes are ruled by a royal family, however, some would argue that it is the nomadic Sheiks that truly rule the land. The Gobazi are tent people, living in the unlivable by moving from oasis to oasis. There is only one true city in the desert (The Holy City of Agmar) which is built around a giant spring in the middle of the sands. Each sandstone building has it's own access to the crystalline waters and the palace even has an atrium featuring the exotic water lilies and other oasis plants that grow only within the springs of the desert.
The Royal Family and the Sheiks of the Desert traditionally color their hair the same color as their eyes using a thick paste-dye made from crushing various flowers. They will match their adornments and paint their family's crest upon their body in the same nature.
The Gobazi are known to be hot-tempered and as unpredictable as the shifting sands, which may be why their history is riddled with wars amongst the Sheiks. However, there is a softer side to these desert people; their religion. There is only The Creator, a single god who has not been present in the world since he created it. The Holy City was built to honor the god's creations and to thank him for the water in which he deemed to leave for their thirst in the sands. From there, each desert tribe believes something a little different... some even believing that the abomination, the Elves, chased away The Creator with there arrival to his perfect world, thus breeding elf hate withing the kingdom.
Age and Sex: 24, Female
Race and Region: Human, Desert
Title: Emira (Princess) of the Gobazi Wastes, eldest daughter and heir of the Sultan Jassard IV.
Physical Description:
Ceremonial Dress:
Sifora is a tall, slender woman with athletic curves. She has olive skin, full rose lips, and large silvery blue eyes. Her waist-long hair is a chestnut color, however ceremony dictates that she must color her hair the same as her eyes (the dye washes out) as well as paint her lips, draw upon her skin, and adorn her body with beads of the same hue.
As do most of the women of the Gobazi, Sifora wears dresses of sheer silks and leathers during the day and heavy cloaks and robes of velvets at night.
Bio:
Raised in the Holy City of Agmar in the heart of the Gobazi Wastes, Sifora knows very little of that beyond the shifting sands of her kingdom... for very few people travel to the extreme lands that don't have to. The only daughter of the Sultan, she is a pet of sorts... one that has cost many people their lives. The Bloody Sultan, as he as come to be known, does not hesitate to behead anyone who may cause insult to the desert flower.
She was trained to be a proper Sultana; bows, swords, riding, fighting... all of it required... yet, until she becomes a rider (hopefully at this Dragon Moon), it is all for naught. Without a dragon, Sifora cannot take the throne from her ailing father, a fact that the Sheiks are not afraid to remind her of.
Region Info:
The Gobazi Wastes are ruled by a royal family, however, some would argue that it is the nomadic Sheiks that truly rule the land. The Gobazi are tent people, living in the unlivable by moving from oasis to oasis. There is only one true city in the desert (The Holy City of Agmar) which is built around a giant spring in the middle of the sands. Each sandstone building has it's own access to the crystalline waters and the palace even has an atrium featuring the exotic water lilies and other oasis plants that grow only within the springs of the desert.
The Royal Family and the Sheiks of the Desert traditionally color their hair the same color as their eyes using a thick paste-dye made from crushing various flowers. They will match their adornments and paint their family's crest upon their body in the same nature.
The Gobazi are known to be hot-tempered and as unpredictable as the shifting sands, which may be why their history is riddled with wars amongst the Sheiks. However, there is a softer side to these desert people; their religion. There is only The Creator, a single god who has not been present in the world since he created it. The Holy City was built to honor the god's creations and to thank him for the water in which he deemed to leave for their thirst in the sands. From there, each desert tribe believes something a little different... some even believing that the abomination, the Elves, chased away The Creator with there arrival to his perfect world, thus breeding elf hate withing the kingdom.
Moving my CS over like you asked. One sec.
Name: Sifora Tomar
Age and Sex: 24, Female
Race and Region: Human, Desert
Title: Emira (Princess) of the Gobazi Wastes, eldest daughter and heir of the Sultan Jassard IV.
Physical Description:
Ceremonial Dress:
Sifora is a tall, slender woman with athletic curves. She has olive skin, full rose lips, and large silvery blue eyes. Her waist-long hair is a chestnut color, however ceremony dictates that she must color her hair the same as her eyes (the dye washes out) as well as paint her lips, draw upon her skin, and adorn her body with beads of the same hue.
As do most of the women of the Gobazi, Sifora wears dresses of sheer silks and leathers during the day and heavy cloaks and robes of velvets at night.
Bio:
Raised in the Holy City of Agmar in the heart of the Gobazi Wastes, Sifora knows very little of that beyond the shifting sands of her kingdom... for very few people travel to the extreme lands that don't have to. The only daughter of the Sultan, she is a pet of sorts... one that has cost many people their lives. The Bloody Sultan, as he as come to be known, does not hesitate to behead anyone who may cause insult to the desert flower.
She was trained to be a proper Sultana; bows, swords, riding, fighting... all of it required... yet, until she becomes a rider (hopefully at this Dragon Moon), it is all for naught. Without a dragon, Sifora cannot take the throne from her ailing father, a fact that the Sheiks are not afraid to remind her of.
Region Info:
The Gobazi Wastes are ruled by a royal family, however, some would argue that it is the nomadic Sheiks that truly rule the land. The Gobazi are tent people, living in the unlivable by moving from oasis to oasis. There is only one true city in the desert (The Holy City of Agmar) which is built around a giant spring in the middle of the sands. Each sandstone building has it's own access to the crystalline waters and the palace even has an atrium featuring the exotic water lilies and other oasis plants that grow only within the springs of the desert.
The Royal Family and the Sheiks of the Desert traditionally color their hair the same color as their eyes using a thick paste-dye made from crushing various flowers. They will match their adornments and paint their family's crest upon their body in the same nature.
The Gobazi are known to be hot-tempered and as unpredictable as the shifting sands, which may be why their history is riddled with wars amongst the Sheiks. However, there is a softer side to these desert people; their religion. There is only The Creator, a single god who has not been present in the world since he created it. The Holy City was built to honor the god's creations and to thank him for the water in which he deemed to leave for their thirst in the sands. From there, each desert tribe believes something a little different... some even believing that the abomination, the Elves, chased away The Creator with there arrival to his perfect world, thus breeding elf hate withing the kingdom.
Age and Sex: 24, Female
Race and Region: Human, Desert
Title: Emira (Princess) of the Gobazi Wastes, eldest daughter and heir of the Sultan Jassard IV.
Physical Description:
Ceremonial Dress:
Sifora is a tall, slender woman with athletic curves. She has olive skin, full rose lips, and large silvery blue eyes. Her waist-long hair is a chestnut color, however ceremony dictates that she must color her hair the same as her eyes (the dye washes out) as well as paint her lips, draw upon her skin, and adorn her body with beads of the same hue.
As do most of the women of the Gobazi, Sifora wears dresses of sheer silks and leathers during the day and heavy cloaks and robes of velvets at night.
Bio:
Raised in the Holy City of Agmar in the heart of the Gobazi Wastes, Sifora knows very little of that beyond the shifting sands of her kingdom... for very few people travel to the extreme lands that don't have to. The only daughter of the Sultan, she is a pet of sorts... one that has cost many people their lives. The Bloody Sultan, as he as come to be known, does not hesitate to behead anyone who may cause insult to the desert flower.
She was trained to be a proper Sultana; bows, swords, riding, fighting... all of it required... yet, until she becomes a rider (hopefully at this Dragon Moon), it is all for naught. Without a dragon, Sifora cannot take the throne from her ailing father, a fact that the Sheiks are not afraid to remind her of.
Region Info:
The Gobazi Wastes are ruled by a royal family, however, some would argue that it is the nomadic Sheiks that truly rule the land. The Gobazi are tent people, living in the unlivable by moving from oasis to oasis. There is only one true city in the desert (The Holy City of Agmar) which is built around a giant spring in the middle of the sands. Each sandstone building has it's own access to the crystalline waters and the palace even has an atrium featuring the exotic water lilies and other oasis plants that grow only within the springs of the desert.
The Royal Family and the Sheiks of the Desert traditionally color their hair the same color as their eyes using a thick paste-dye made from crushing various flowers. They will match their adornments and paint their family's crest upon their body in the same nature.
The Gobazi are known to be hot-tempered and as unpredictable as the shifting sands, which may be why their history is riddled with wars amongst the Sheiks. However, there is a softer side to these desert people; their religion. There is only The Creator, a single god who has not been present in the world since he created it. The Holy City was built to honor the god's creations and to thank him for the water in which he deemed to leave for their thirst in the sands. From there, each desert tribe believes something a little different... some even believing that the abomination, the Elves, chased away The Creator with there arrival to his perfect world, thus breeding elf hate withing the kingdom.
Character sheet posted!
Character Sheet
Name: Evelynn "Evie"
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Physical Description:
Evie has long, coppery hair (a family trait in her parts) in which is usually half braided or twisted with ribbons. Her milky skin is smooth and without any signs of being kissed by the sun and her vibrant blue eyes hide behind thick lashes. She is rather tall (5' 10'') for a woman, although she is hardly the tallest in her family. Although she has started to develop some curvature, Evie is careful to adorn her athletic build with flowing, feminine dresses and hammered metal belts to play up what she has.
Kingdom and Title: Princess of Moar, the land beyond the Pale.
Years Enrolled: 2
Objects in Trunk: Various dresses, metal belts and matching trinkets/adornments, a red cloak with family crest (a bear surrounded by celtic knots) decorating it (see pic above), a leather riding outfit with a leather glove and forearm brace for her falcon.
Special powers? Description if yes: Can speak with animals and see through their eyes if she has a strong connection with that particular beast. Some in her family can even turn to animals, although Evie has yet to show any signs of such a talent.
Background:
The Moar has long been a kingdom of simple pleasures. It is a vast land of beautiful glens, bone-white clifs, and rolling green hills. The nearby kingdoms consider those of Moar to be uncivilized druids and shepherds... which may not be too far from the truth. Moar is made up of 10 tribes, with a line of royalty to rule. Evelynn is the eldest of 7 daughters of King Faros and Neimia, Priestess of Tribeth. Although women in her land do not rule, they must know how to do so in case their husband were to leave behind in this world a young son, thus all seven of the King's daughters will, in turn, attend Evermore.
As a young girl, Evie always out shown her sisters in communication with the beasts around them... but it wasn't until she had 'flown' that it was apparent that her connection with animals was stronger than that of her siblings. At the age of twelve, Evie had had a horrible tift with her mother. With the intent to run away, the little girl climbed out her window and onto the old, unused ramparts below. The old stones were crumbling, exposing the heavy wooden beams that held most of the structure together. There, nestled in a cranny, a small falcon chick called out to her. He was hungry... his mother had not returned in a long time. The chick was unusual. It was mostly white with only a handful of grey-tipped feathers... and his eyes were a violent color of blue, not too unlike the girl's.
For months, Evie would sneak out of her room to feed the hatchling... until one day she came upon an empty nest. Disappointed, the young girl sulked back to her room. For days, she couldn't bring herself to eat or dress or even leave her room. Everyone tried to console her, but nothing worked. Nothing, until one morning she awoke to a familiar set of eyes and beak. The now flying and fluttering falcon had returned, able to feed on his own.
The summer before she left for Evermore, during a rather routine hunting trip with the kingdom's chieftains (and their sons, 'the damn suitors' as she called them), the flights began. Something called to her upon the wind as her falcon soared above, drawing her attention to the skies. The glaring sun forced her to blink... only, when she opened her eyes again, she was looking down upon herself and those riding with her. It was only brief, for the surprise had forced her physical body to fall off her horse, but it would not be the last time.
As she returns to Evermore, her first year being rather uneventful (she had mostly kept to herself), she looks forward to the new round of classes available to her.
Name: Evelynn "Evie"
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Physical Description:
Evie has long, coppery hair (a family trait in her parts) in which is usually half braided or twisted with ribbons. Her milky skin is smooth and without any signs of being kissed by the sun and her vibrant blue eyes hide behind thick lashes. She is rather tall (5' 10'') for a woman, although she is hardly the tallest in her family. Although she has started to develop some curvature, Evie is careful to adorn her athletic build with flowing, feminine dresses and hammered metal belts to play up what she has.
Kingdom and Title: Princess of Moar, the land beyond the Pale.
Years Enrolled: 2
Objects in Trunk: Various dresses, metal belts and matching trinkets/adornments, a red cloak with family crest (a bear surrounded by celtic knots) decorating it (see pic above), a leather riding outfit with a leather glove and forearm brace for her falcon.
Special powers? Description if yes: Can speak with animals and see through their eyes if she has a strong connection with that particular beast. Some in her family can even turn to animals, although Evie has yet to show any signs of such a talent.
Background:
The Moar has long been a kingdom of simple pleasures. It is a vast land of beautiful glens, bone-white clifs, and rolling green hills. The nearby kingdoms consider those of Moar to be uncivilized druids and shepherds... which may not be too far from the truth. Moar is made up of 10 tribes, with a line of royalty to rule. Evelynn is the eldest of 7 daughters of King Faros and Neimia, Priestess of Tribeth. Although women in her land do not rule, they must know how to do so in case their husband were to leave behind in this world a young son, thus all seven of the King's daughters will, in turn, attend Evermore.
As a young girl, Evie always out shown her sisters in communication with the beasts around them... but it wasn't until she had 'flown' that it was apparent that her connection with animals was stronger than that of her siblings. At the age of twelve, Evie had had a horrible tift with her mother. With the intent to run away, the little girl climbed out her window and onto the old, unused ramparts below. The old stones were crumbling, exposing the heavy wooden beams that held most of the structure together. There, nestled in a cranny, a small falcon chick called out to her. He was hungry... his mother had not returned in a long time. The chick was unusual. It was mostly white with only a handful of grey-tipped feathers... and his eyes were a violent color of blue, not too unlike the girl's.
For months, Evie would sneak out of her room to feed the hatchling... until one day she came upon an empty nest. Disappointed, the young girl sulked back to her room. For days, she couldn't bring herself to eat or dress or even leave her room. Everyone tried to console her, but nothing worked. Nothing, until one morning she awoke to a familiar set of eyes and beak. The now flying and fluttering falcon had returned, able to feed on his own.
The summer before she left for Evermore, during a rather routine hunting trip with the kingdom's chieftains (and their sons, 'the damn suitors' as she called them), the flights began. Something called to her upon the wind as her falcon soared above, drawing her attention to the skies. The glaring sun forced her to blink... only, when she opened her eyes again, she was looking down upon herself and those riding with her. It was only brief, for the surprise had forced her physical body to fall off her horse, but it would not be the last time.
As she returns to Evermore, her first year being rather uneventful (she had mostly kept to herself), she looks forward to the new round of classes available to her.
Im just messing with you. I shall start working on it presently. 
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