Plot-line:
In a world of over a billion people itt is not unusual for people to get lost. Especially in a metropolis such as Ambertail, Spain. More than thirty people are reported missing each day. Unfortunately, most die off or get abducted by the strange adults. However, an extremely lucky few stumble upon a clan of children known as the Ehre.
Ehre is an organization set up by the kids that vanish with out a trace. They are led by their boss who goes under the alias known as "Spiral." Only two higher ranking members know his true name. Not many people actually see his face either. He keeps it hidden, like a bug in the crack of a wall, with a wooden mask that only has one eye hole. Spiral is one of the most scariest people you will ever come to face with. He rarely voices a single syllable, the more mysterious, the eerier it is.
The guild is designed for the soul purpose of helping the orphan boys and girls survive. To do this they have to acquire one of the most important things on Earth. Money. Because there are twenty members in Ehre completing this task is fairly simple. Each one of the members has a job. The job they get is determined by the skills they a bestowed with. There are only a small number of four jobs, but there is an occupation for everyone.
When you become a full fledged underling in Ehre you are scarred permentally with a tatoo. The symbol is the Ehre's emblem; a target with an arrow in the northeast corner. No one in the guild, except Spiral of course, understands the meaning. They are to terrified to ask their boss that question.
Jobs:
Dancer: If you hadn't already guessed, thus job requires you to entertain your customers by dancing. If your coordinated enough, and attractive, you can make some serious dollars.
Bard: You use your musical abilities to play songs for people and sometimes pitch in the music for the dancer. You can use any instrument you want, but make sure it's light; no one wants to lug around heavy equipment from spot to spot each day.
Merchant: You use your charismatic abilities to do your job. You put anything you get hands on for sale. Even if its a rock you still try to get some one to purchase it, and if your good enough, they will.
Thief: With sneakiness and agility you can do lots of things; namely steal. It's a hard and dangerous job. One mistake can get your ass slammed onto a cold abandoned jail cell floor. Not many people are up for the intensity. Are you?
Application:
Name:
Alias: [What do your teammates call you? This is required.]
Job: [If bard, specify what instrument you play.]
Age: [8-15]
Gender: [Male or Female]
Appearance: [A picture and 150 words minimum.]
Personality: [160 words minimum.]
RP Sample: [It can be from any RP you've been in.]
Accepted Applications:
Lycia's Application -
Name: Tulkas Carlson
Alias: Tabula Rasa
Job: Merchant
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tulkas is shorter than most of his class, yet not enough for you to actually tell. He notices it though, it doesn't bother him. His hair is a light shade of brown; he works extremely hard to keep it the way he likes it; short. His hair isn't as long as most of the children his age, it doesn't cover any of his ears; it exposes almost all of his forehead. It doesn't protude very far down his neck either. He finds it a lot easier to take care of then the mopped mess that is in style. His eyes are a very unspectalur shad of light blue. It doesn't stand out much and you would have to be fairly close to even tell what color they are. His style of dress is not very exasperating. It usually is just a shirt that he picks out randomly that morning and shorts to match. He has a light tan. There are two scar like thick lines on his right arm. He is not sure why they are there..
Personality: Tulkas is intensively relaxed and laid back. It can sometimes be mixed up with laziness but that is a complete lie. He is actually very hardworking; when he wants to be. He is calm in even the most extreme and dangerous situations. You have to be trying very hard to piss him off.
RP Sample: {From a Naruto RP I was in.}
Tsuto walked down the road that was now dry dirt oposed to it normally being squishy mud. It hadn't rained for several days now. Rumors say that there was going to be a drought to take place soon. Tsuto didn't believe it. Just because it's a phenomenon that there hasn't been a down pour, doesn't mean that something as serious as a drought would occur. A few people in Kumo had powers to control the weather anyway. He was sure they could easily make enough water for the village.
Tsuto stuffed another piece of the raw fish and rice delicasy known as sushi. He had forgotten to request the shop to put soy packets in the to go box, so Tsuto had to eat the food dry. It wasn't that bad though, in fact he had decided that he liked it more, you got more of the fish flavor.
Tsuto was in the process of picking the sticky rice out of his teeth when he saw her. She was one of the most beautiful people Tsuto had ever seen. Her light purple hair glimmered in the light. Her eyes where a magnificent golden color, even brighter than the sun. Tsuto had to talk to her. He bolted over to bench in which she sat upon; she was alone and had nobody around to talk to.
"Hello! My name is Tsuto. Do you want some sushi?" He stuck his hand out in an offering manner, hoping that she would take some.
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The swift motions with no sudden warning had caused the innocent girl to fall on her butt. Luckily her riceball padded her landing. The sticky grains got all the woman.
"Darn." She said as she stood up slowly. Tsuto felt bad. He had a terrible habit of doing things faster than other peoples pace. She took the sushi and plopped herself onto the bench once more. She jammed the sushi in her mouth with a similar fashion as a vicious carnivore would. As unlady like as it seemed, she began picking the rice that was glued to her rear end.
"Ummm.. Hi.. My name is... Masuku Genkaku. Although you can just call me Misa." Tsuto now knew the name of the woman he was full of lust for. Most people wouldn't have known she had made a sound. Tsuto, though this was very unusual, was paying strict attention to nothing but the purple haired girl. His heart pounded has he looked into her the golden jewels that were her eyes. He felt like he was suffocating as he gazed at her.
Tsuto fleetingly turned his head the opposite directions. How weird would it look for a person off the street that you knew nothing about, to just stare dazzling at you. "Um...Uh...I..." Tsuto hesitated. He put his hand on his blushed cheek feeling the warmth of nervousness. He was opposite the girl, trying desspretally not to let her see his face. "I'm going to be a great sailor one day." Tsuto took a deep breath. It had seemed like those words had gone on for an eternity. He began to sweat, like he always did when he got nervous, but not enough for you to be able to even tell. He inhaled again, readying his next sentence. "So, what do you want to do when you grow up?"
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Masuka answer to the question had not been what Tsuto had expected at all from a girl like her.
"I am gonna be an ANBU like my dad or be a medical ninja like my mom. Thats what I am gonna do." Tsuto didn't want to be rude and tell her that the possibility of her becoming those two things were highly unlikely. Ecspecially those like her that were so innocent. She would make a good gardner, but not an ANBU, someone how killed people day after day just because they were told to. Neer would she become one of them.
Masuka took out a note book and flopped it over to the back page. She began drawing scribbles all over it. What an amatuer. Tsuto surpressed a laugh. He did realize they were only twelve and that he was just a child prodigy in art. He didn't brag about it ever. He did, however, adore showing off his talents. He snatched the pen from Masuka's hand, he hoped that it wouldn't offend her; he was raised to get what he wanted and it was more of a habit than anything. He drew elaborate masterpieces across the piece of paper. He only prayed that he would impress the girl of his dreams.
He finished his work with his signature. His coligraphy was not nearly as graceful as his sketching. He placed the pen into Masuka's hand. He didn't let go of the grasp around her soft gently fingers; how could they ever be stained with blood? Please don't pull away Tsuto prayed.
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"What is it"? Masuka asked rudely. Tsuto was angered by this. She may have been eleven but couldn't she apprciate abstract art? He didn't voice his oppion though. He sat there as she nibbled her rice cake and srcibbled her very weak drawings. He stuffed some moresushi in his mouth looking around at the townspeople. Clouds gathered the sky. It would rain soon. So ends the rumors of a drought occuring. Tsuto wished he broughten something to do. He didn't want to leave the girl alone and by herself.
He sat there not talking. He was out of sushi. It began to sprinkle the rain. Nothing to worry about. Some girls Tsuto knew came rushing over to him.
"Hey Tsuto." They said to him in a flirting manner. He blushed. They were pretty sexy. "Want to go to the store with us. They have a sale." One of them said slowly, the last words she practically breathed them in his ear. The heat from her throat sent a chill down Tsuto's back.
"Um....Sure. If I can get more sushi." The pretty girls giggled at what seemed like something that had no humor in it. They headed off into the city leaving Masuka to scribble in her notebook crunching on the riceball that was almost gone.
