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When in a role play battle with another role player you can be killed by accepting the battle you put your own character at risk if your character dies you may make a new one also if someone has a resurect spell that works too

Story: Over seven thousand years have passed since the battle known as The Crimson Moon. The war was a fierce and terrible one the only war that the Drow came up from the caverns to fight. Every race from the world from Vampire to Nymphs and all other race you could think of battled for one thing and one thing alone. For the blade of the crimson moon, that accursed blade that fell from the sky only two days ago when the moon turned a bright red. The sword it self had writing on it that none had ever seen the steel black as the night sky. When the blade had blood upon it the letters would glow a dark red possessing the wielder of the blade.

That is what happened a boy only 16 years of age crawled across the ground bleeding profusely. His vision was blurry from the blood loss that had occurred from the wound he had sustained from a poisoned lance. He reached up and grabbed a blade as soon as he did the blade possessed the boy. His wound healed as he stood up the blade that was drenched in blood yet hold not a single stain was in his hands. With one swing the battle field was engulfed in a white light when the light had faded away all were dead including the boy.

Now the blade has been found once again and the races are building an army to go after that accursed thing once again. War and chaos will be wrought upon the world once again. One prayer though from the cry of a mother whose husband is going to the war. Creates a small hope as seven weapons fall from the heavens to combat the sword. Seven people awoke at the same time that night as the weapons fell and felt they must leave there home. Some of them that had left there home were not pure hearted like the gods had hoped. How will the war end?

Character Sheet:
Name:

Age:

Race:

Weapon(s):

Appearance:

Chosen Weapon:(if someone finds a chosen weapon they can add it to there profile. None start with one)

Alignment:(pure of heart, Neutral, or Dark of Heart)

(Optional)
Bio:

Accepted Profiles:
shanoc5902
Athias
Bolts
Gil a.k.a. Jet TH
Cador_2004
Cybermaroon
Ziphon
Oushi
Bald Boy

((What do you think of the story ^^;))[SIZE=7][SIZE=7][CODE]

((Heh, I'll give it a shot:

Name: Shanoc
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapons: Bow, arrows, and a knife
Appearance: A human wearing black platemail and a removable black cape. At his waist is a belt which holds his knife, and under his cape he keeps his bow and arrows, making sure that they're concealed by the cape.
Chosen Weapons: None
Alignment: Neutral

Is that good, or do I need to change something?))

((nope perfect what did you think of the story though o.o))

((Great, at first I was going to complain about how controlling you were before it began, dealing with the boy and all, then I read that he got the sword, so I was going to complain about godmodding and stuff, then I saw that he died and stuff... so yeah, I have no complaints))

((yup i dont god modd ^^ also the boy was kind of a no name from the story is all))

((What races are we allowed to pick?))

((Smiles any ^^))

((Even made up ones? Because I've got several different, never-before used races in my head, and I'm wondering whether or not they'd fit in.))

((give me a pm of the descripton and ill tell you if there accepted or not))

((Sounds like fun. Is this acceptable?))

Name: Rale

Age: 19

Race: Human

Weapon(s): Twin daggers strapped to the sides of his boots, and twin swords hanging from his belt.

Appearance: Dark and ghastly. Wears a black cloak and sometimes walkes with the hood on. Has long jet black hair that covers half of his very pale face, with eyes blood red and dark rings under his eyes. Usually seen with an evil smile. Other than that, normal grey shirt, grey belt, and black pants, with black boots. About 5'7" with a very skinny but muscular build.

Chosen Weapon: None yet...

Alignment: Dark of heart.

Magic: Has unnatural healing powers (like Wolverine), and can instantly recover from minor hurts. He can't, however, do things like regrow limbs.

Bio: Rale was a very twisted kid when he grew up. He had no friends, and spent his spare time hunting adorable little animals. Growing older, he found that he recieved some weird kind of satisfaction from killing things, so he snuck into his parents room when they slept and murdered them. He found that he enjoyed it, and started wandering the world, picking fights and searching for more power. So when he heard the legends of the Crimson Blade and the chosen weapons, he went out to search for them. In a fight, beware, as he won't hesitate to kill.

((Man, this would be my first time playing a pure evil character))

(One question: My character uses a compound weapon. Is that acceptible?)

Name: Bolts

Race: Human

Age: 16

Weapons: Staff

Appearance: Wears black leather armour with Blue tiger stripes painted into it and has long silvery hair.

Bio: Bolts was raised in a small village. Soon after his birth his unique ability to control lightning was discovered. When he was 4 years old he was left in the care of a powerful mage to train him how to fully control his powers. He has recently left his home in search for the legendary weapons that will combat the accursed sword.

Chosen Weapon: None Yet

Basic Magic:
Lightning Blast, a small burst of lightning emits from Bolts's staff. This attack can be charged for greater damage.

Raining Bolts, Bolts summons 10 lightning bolts to come crashing down in the immediate area. The strikes are in a random pattern and are only useful when surrounded by enemys.

Lightning Quake, This is one of Bolts more powerful attacks. It takes about 15 seconds to charge and once unleashed will send a surge of lightning through the ground about the size of a football field. This attack does not affect flying enemies.

Lightning Crusher, A powerful attack wich does just as its name implies. This attack summons up two large walls of lightning to crush the enemy or enemies in between.

Strong Magic:
Heavans Fury, This is Bolts's most powerful and most dangerous attack to both his enemies and himself. This attack forces him high into the air after which an incredible blast of lightning comes crashing down. This attack should only be used in the most desperate of times as it will completly drain Bolts of his energy rendering him unconcious for atleast 12 hours.

Allignment: Pure of Heart

((accepted and yes that acceptal cybermoon))

Name: Ras
Race: Stalker
Age: 29
Alignment(/personality): Neutral, while in many cases stalkers can be considered good, making sure to avoid superior (intelligent) beings and livestock, they do whats best for themselves, and when the going gets rough, they have been known to attack superior beings. However, there has never been a case of stalkers attacking their allies, of course this isn't proof because if a stalker did attack, they'd take everyone by surprise and would most likely kill them, so proof would be near impossible. This isn't bias towards stalkers, but pure proof, as even if an opponent was stronger than them, if a stalker started a surprise attack, it would generally attack the stronger members first, and through a combination of catching them off guard and stalkers pure speed would let a stalker easily dispatch of an unsuspecting ally. Ras is no exception, though he has one of the higher codes of honor among the stalkers, and probably wouldn't do it. (Sorry for this being so long, or sounding a bit... braggish, but I felt that this was necessary, as stalkers are a race made up by me, and so no one else knows what they are like... yet.)

Height: 6'6"
Weight: 154 pounds

Intelligence: Ras is one of the smarter stalkers when it comes to non-important things such as art, he has the ability to read books and write basic words (Though he never really practiced writing, like he did Reading.) He might be slightly smarter than the average stalker, but not so much so; he learned to read through one-fifth intelligence and 4-fifths tenacity, it took him 2 long years to learn the alphabet and basic words.

Eye color: Black

Skin color: Black

Appearance: Ras is around the basic height for stalkers, at six feet and six inches. Due to his thin limbs and tendency to lean over when talking to smaller beings, such as humans, he often appears not only lanky, but hunched. As with most stalkers his age, he still has tufts of fur which stick out of his otherwise smooth and scaly skin, making him him look ragged and depending on the angle at which one views him, grotesque. His hands, like those of other stalkers, are around one and one half times large than that of a humans. He has four fingers, including a semi-opposable thumbs which are flexible, but not nearly as much so as humans. He has retractable nails which are about an inch long each, and are generally kept out unless sleeping or dealing with humans. He has at least three toes on each foot, which is also about one and one-half times larger than that of a humans', each with a regular nail at the end. He has a 'nail' on the back of his foot also, which scientists believe might be a spike and not a nail at all. He has a large, thick snout and two ears which resemble those of a human

Weapons: None, his claws make most weapons superfluous

Magic: None

Bio: Raz hasn't really done much, with the exception of learning to read, he's lived a pretty average life for his species.
(Sorry for extreme suckage, I hate profiles!)

Name: Cador

Age: 15

Race: Human(?)

Weapon(s): Katana, Shuriken

Appearance: Short Brown Hair, eyes seems to be one color one moment, another the next, his height seems to change as often as his eyes, and seems to wear only some leather armor.

Chosen Weapon: None currently

Alignment: Neutral

Magic: Ice armor, Freeze, Blizzaga, Blizzara, Blizzard, Ice Shield, Etc...

Bio: Little is known about him aside from his appearance, and any who did know more then most, may those poor, poor souls rest in peace. It is known that he can cleave through enemies with his katana, he also seems to be very clever when it comes to sneaking. Also seems to have an affinity for Ice-based magic.

Name: Draven

Race: Drow

Age: 16

Weapon: twin Scimitars

Appearance: Drawn by Me ^^

Alignment: Neutral is a blade for hire

Bio: Not much is known all that is apparent is his childhood was rough just like all drow men.

((I hate to repeat myself, but oh well... Does magic exist in this RP?))

((yes it does but dont want anyone god modding with it or auto hitting if you dont know what auto hit is ask and I shall tell you from now any questions about the thread please pm to me to keep the spam down))

Bolts is casually walking down a long dirt road when he spies shanoc in the distance walking towards him.

"You there!!" Bolts draws his staff. "Be you Good or is your heart Black."

Name: Iris Maroon
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Alignment: Pure of Heart

Appearance: About 153 cm tall. Has blonde hair, shoulde length, and blue eyes.
Wears comfy clothes, usually a sweater and baggy jeans.

Weapons: Sturdy, fingerless gloves. Only one, on her left hand.

Chosen Weapon: None. Yet.

Bio: Iris is a pretty average girl, with a not too interesting history.
She used to travel a lot with her sister, who is quite some years older.

Iris has some minor magic skills which are mostly supportive, not offensive. The few damaging skills she has aren't very strong.
Examples:

Kaizel: Revives a fallen character with up to 70% of his Max HP. This revival will last only for a few hours, after which the person dies.

Kaite: A magical guard that reflects single-target magic. Can reflect up to 2 times.

Estun: An attack that stuns enemies and deals very minor damage.

Esma: Can only be cast as a follow-up to Estin, Estun, and Eske. Deals relatively large damage. Requires a few seconds to cast.

Upon hearing Bolts, Shanoc stopped, chuckled, and then replied in a sarcastic like way, "Depends, is it day or night?"

((I wasn't aware that we were starting this, so some questions. Ziphon, how is this RP being conducted. Like Shanoc and Bolts, just going randomly, or are you also acting as god or something?))

((you may start rping I myself wont start till about 3 days afterwords im closing the signup and later on I will give events dont worry but im not gonna god modd))

((No, i meant will you be managing the whole RP or only be a character in it?))

((well both ill mange it till the main quest sort of thing is done then the next person thinks of a story and then there in control its called the adventure begins for it is just the beginning))

((Allright then))

Rale woke up at the inn he was staying at, and decided to continue setting out on his quest. As he went downstairs, he was about to exit the building when the innkeeper shouted from behind the desk, "Hey, you plan on paying or what?"

Pausing, Rale closed his eyes and smiled a wide evil smile. He dashed towards the innkeeper, and before he could call for help, his head was on the floor.

Tossing a few bronze coins on the keeper's corspe, Rale chuckled and said "Keep the change", and then walked out.



((Also, i didn't know magic was allowed, so can i go back and edit my profile a bit?))

Bolts heard Shanocs bit of sarcasm and after finding no hostility in his voice decided to lower his staff.

"HaHa last I checked it is still daylight my friend I am bolts the lightning mage how may I be of service to you? Also are you by chance looking for the legendary weapons?"

Bolts began to walk closer to Shanoc so as not to keep the shouting game going on any longer.

From out of a corner of the inn, Cador watches the innkeepers death. He thinks, Hmm. Well, I guess I'd better leave before his family finds him, else I might be blamed. He quickly leaves the inn.

((ya sure go ahead ^^))

Draven later came upon this same inn looking around seeing no heat signatures around at all. He walked in and sniffed the air smelling the rank stench of death that filled his nose. His ears moved about as he walked in closer one hand upon the hilt of his scimitar. He heard a splash as his boot stepped in a puddle of something, curious of what it was he knelt down. He ran his finger across the pool of the mysterious water like substance yet thicker. Draven brought it to his face taking one hand and pulling down his mask and licked his fingers once. His eyes widened knowing instantly it was blood upon the floor he stood up and walked outside the door. "He's close there's no mistake." He said this in a calm voice then vanished in a shroud of darkness.

"I wonder where that prick went." Cador thought aloud. "That was a good inn, too..."

((Something i'm hesitant about is getting into fights with other RP'ers. As my character fights to kill, and player characters rarely die in RP's, i dunno how that's gonna work out.))

After wandering in the city for two hours, Rale finally found someone who might have a lead. At the moment, he was questioning the poor peasant, with his hand gripping his neck, in a secluded alley.

The peasant sputtered out something about weird occurances in the mountains to the north, and Rale said "thanks" and let the peasant fall to the ground...dead.

He smiled and felt that by now, someone would have found the innkeeper and started following him, so he knelt down and took out one of his daggers. He took the peasant's shirt off, and carved the words "I'M WAITING" into his back.

He put his dagger back and headed northwards.

Draven jumping through the trees saw a man on the ground below and he could smell blood upon him. He must of been there at the inn he may know more about my prey. He landed on the ground next to the man putting his hand out in front of him. "Keep your weapon in its sheath I have no quarrel with you I just wish to know which way the man from the inn went?" He asked showing no sign of emotion in his voice.


((the man Im talking too is Cador's character but since Draven doesn't know his name yet i cant say it))

"Well, there's no doubt that this guys evil, or at least a mercenary." Cador said after coming across the peasant's corpse. Well, at least he's not an idiot, Cador thinks. "He seems to be going to the mountains in the north. Mind if I join you, I liked the innkeeper. He was a good man."

Bolts halts his conversation with Shaccon after noticing some comotion at an inn down the road.

"Would you excuse me?" Bolts asked Shaccon as he dashed off looking into the inn he saw a woman crying.

Bolts steps in to see the corpse of the inn keeper.

"Who did this?" he asks the woman

Woman "It must have been that Drow!!!!!!!! vile creatures they bring nothing but death!!!!!!!"

Bolts "Be calm kind woman I don't believe a Drow would have done this if it were you would be dead as well."

Bolts dashes off into the city stunned to find a Drow and Human talking together......

"You there Mr. Drow would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions about the inn keeper back there. I might inform you that you should be careful the woman seems to be under the impression that it was you..........was it........?"

"Hmm? Ah. I should have known that someone would think it was the drow here. I assure you, it wasn't him, In fact he's after the killer, and I just asked to join him because I liked that inkeeper. Too bad for this poor fellow behind us though, but the killer knows he's being followed."

Draven said with one quick reply before darting after the man again. "That is for you decide I truly don't care." After saying this he climbed the side of the building run up it. Once he reached the top he started jumping from roof top to roof top his eyes darting to each person he saw focusing for the smell of blood. He kept bounding headed north towards the mountains he jumped from the last building then landed on the trees getting ever closer to his prey.

Bolts sits stunned for a moment.....
"Well seems he has business to take care of my name is Bolts mr........sorry im afraid I never caught your name you say the drow was not responsible for this well then would seem there is a killer in need of catching might I be of assistance to you?"

"Hmm. I suppose you're coming too? It seems the killer was heading to the mountains in the north. We should go so our drow friend doesn't get too far ahead." And starts running through the city north.

By now, Rale was wandering in the forest between the city and mounatins.

Suddenly his hair stood and end and he nearly squealed in delight.

He's coming...and he's strong he thought to himself and smiled.

Bolts begins to follow Cador

"Theres a shortcut we can take through the sewers that comes out at the mountains if we hurry we can head our drow friend and perhaps the killer at the same time. By the way who are you?"