Sorcha comes from another dimension that is quite identical to our world. They call this realm Concordia, meaning "Harmony". This realm had once been in a peaceful state, it's ruler, Harel making sure that every argument was settled right before it escalated into something far worse. His regions were divided into six different continents. The first, being ruled by his eldest son, Markell, kept to the north of Harels palace. To the east, were the lands of his second son, Keegan, Taran to the south and Tristan to the west. Southeastern region was ruled by Jaegar and the northeastern, Orlan. His youngest, a daughter by the name of Sorcha would one day rule over all of Concordia, for the youngest always took over and she would wed a man chosen by her parents. Harels wife, Trynna, acted as housekeeper of the Palace and obeyed her husbands every whim. After thousands of years of being in nothing but peace, Concordia was suddenly overtaken by a league of twelve men, who claimed Harel was not a fit King of their nation. Each members of this league came from each of the six continents, calling themselves the League of Twelve and since Concordia had no need of a militia, Harel and his wife were quickly overrun by the men. The two were murdered, and soon Tristan, Jaegar, and Orlan followed their parents to the Underworld. The other three brothers were captured and sent to another world, Earth. They have no recollection of their past and blend in well with the rest of Earth's people.
Back in Concordia, Sorcha was kept captive for five years after the league took over Concordia. The world was now in shambles, the civilians involving themsleves in disputes that turned into a multitude of civil wars. Animals were hunting down the people, and vice versa, just to have food to eat. Poverty and despair rang out among the nation, and the League of Twelve forced Sorcha to watch the endless ravaging of her homeworld. Sadness closed around her and by the time she was eighteen years of age, she planned an escape that would allow her to rescue her brothers. Using the help of her powers, she summoned the most loyal of her friends, a wolf by the name of Malikye. With his keen instincts, he was able to help the young woman escape her imprisonment and led her to the Chamber of Reflection where a mirror held the passage to Earth. Now, anyone who wanted to be transferred from one world to another, had only to say the name of said world and the mirror would transfer that one person. Fortunately, Sorcha had overheard the league of men say the name of this other world. After voicing the name, she walked towards the mirror and went right through it.
This is where the story would begin. If interested, reply or PM me and we will discuss it further! I'm open to ideas, so don't be afraid to ask questions!
Here's the names of the Gods and Goddesses of Concordia. They can be played by anybody, seeing as they are all NPC, just as long as it makes sense with the scene.
Concordia: Order (Harmony/Peace)****Wife of Imfamel
Imfamel: Chaos (Destruction/War)****Husband of Concordia
1.Name: Choose one of the characters I've mentioned or, with my approval, one you would like to bring in.
2.Gender: Choose the gender of the character you will be using.
3.Age: Their age. I will list the ages of the brothers and League.
4.Race: The League has a mixture of races, and they can be what you decide. Concordia has a multitude of races.
5.Appearance: You may choose the appearance of the character you choose to use.
6.Alliance: Are you choosing to play as one of the members of The League of Twelve or one of the brothers or the Hero or an additional character?
7.Personality: You may choose their personality, but keep in mind, the brothers all share one similar trait and that is they are very protective of their one and only sister.. They just don't remember her yet.
8.Occupation/skills: The League of Twelve are open to whatever skills you want to give them and you may choose to have them as leaders before they took over Concordia or woodcutters, miners, whatever you want them to be... Just make them evil. I am not opposed to magic being used, just none of them can be demons or Gods.
Appearance: 5'3”, Slender, Grey eyes, dark strawberry blonde hair that hangs down to the small of her back, always wears a white dress that either hangs down to just above her knees or all the way down to her ankles, always walks around barefoot, and wears a necklace with a heart-shape pendant that holds a family picture of all her brothers and both parents.
Alliance: She is the future Queen of Concordia.
Personality: Sorcha has a fiery, but sweet sort of personality. She has been known for her mood changes, but it only depends on the person she is keeping company with at that particular time. She loves all creatures and anyone who doesn't endanger others. Her feelings are very tender and she hurts easily because of her gentle nature. Most take advantage of Sorcha because of this, but she immediately recognizes such tactics and gives others a piece of her mind.
Occupation/Skills: Sorcha has a few skills: telepathy, the ability to make things grow/heal, adapt to different temperatures, and can speak to animals. Powers she inherited from her mother are: the magic that will allow Sorcha to give her brothers back their memories (control over the mind; dreams, thoughts, etc), and the power to restore energy to those who are weak and close to death.
Appearance: Whatever you want it to be.
Alliance: One of Sorcha's brothers.
Personality: However you want him to be. Just make sure he is protective and loves his sister.
Occupation/Skills: Was the ruler of the Northern Regions of Concordia, but now since he's been sent to Earth, you may choose his new occupation and whatever skills he's developed. He will not have any of the skills that include magic when he was living in Concordia. He is to be a simple man, making a simple living or a leader, or, again, whatever you want him to be.
Appearance: Refer to brother #1.
Alliance: Brother of Sorcha.
Personality: Refer to brother #1.
Occupation/skills: Refer to brother #1.
Appearance: Refer to brother #1.
Alliance: Brother of Sorcha.
Personality: Refer to brother #1.
Occupation/skills: Refer to brother #1.
The League of Twelve:
Going by the same character sheet with the brothers, choose the name, age, etc of the member of the League of Twelve you'd like to choose. You may choose more than one to play as. In fact, you may also use any other character to use because the League of Twelve will not be used that often, unless your character decides to follow Sorcha to Earth, which will probably end up happening as these men will find out she has escaped and will need to find ways of finding her and bringing her back before she finds her brothers.
The Hero can be any sort of man that you choose. Vampire, demon, God, etc.... But, first, you MUST run it by me first and say what your intentions are. I am not opposed to Romance developing between Sorcha and The Hero, in fact, it's preferred. What I mean by Romance is: limited amount of smut. Whatever sexual encounters happen, it must NOT be without romance. And it must be limited as well. We will discuss this further before agreeing to the roleplay. Use the character sheet I have provided and make this Hero what you want him to be.
If you have a character in mind you'd like to bring into the role-play, fill in the character sheet and I will look over it. I am not opposed to adding additional roles in the story. In fact, it would make the story more interesting!
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Shien opened his eyes. Valius had piqued his interest. He sat up and looked over to his weapons. He leaned a hand back poking his bed a bit. It was pretty soft, but it could stand to be a bit comfier. Shien couldn't believe he was about to agree to this but the prospect of getting a new bed and having Valius almost never call on him again, was too good to pass up. "When does this match start?"
Will hugged and kissed Corissa in return. Of course they were faked, but they were there and convincing. As Corissa dragged him away, he noticed Sean glaring at him. He just returned his gaze with a smug smirk as the door shut between him. It was no secret Sean hated him, and if he knew the truth, he had good reason to. After they were out of sight and earshot Will looked at Corissa.
"Concordia is still Concordia. It's boring. However, we've had a bit of an interesting thing happen. The Princess escaped and came here to Earth. She's likely searching out her brothers. So after the goons Valius sent to stop me from slayer her were dead, I decided to come here. I have no way to track someone after they teleport. I'd figure I'd come keep an eye on you for a bit. I don't want them harming you, your still useful to me. Plus I know they will come for him eventually. So how are things here?"
Several minutes later, he led the girls to a poolside hotel. The hostess greeted them. "Welcome. How can I help you?" she asked. "I need a room for these two ladies and a room for myself." She nodded and looked at her computer to check the availibility. "We have 2 queen rooms, 1 single room and 2 suites left." He glanced back at the girls then to the hostess. "I'll take the suites. How long will you be staying?" "Better make it a couple days. I have business to take care of while we're here." She nodded and entered his information. "The rooms will be under your name, sir. Do you have your I.D and credit card handy?" Masaharu reached into his back pocket and handed the cards over. "Thank you sir." She handed the cards back, "If you would please, just sign here on the line. There's a $25 keycard deposit for each room. When you check out, you'll get the deposit back." She slid over three cards and handed them to him. "Have a pleasant stay."
Masaharu nodded and handed a card to each of the girls. "Keep track of these cards at all times. If you lose it, you'll be locked out of your room." He glanced at the room numbers. "Ok, our rooms are on the third floor. 1310 for me and 1312 for you two."
If Valius hadn't kept his composure, he would have jumped up with excitement at his success. Shien was going to enter the tournament, which meant most of the Concordia would throw their eyes to the man who nearly a myth. The disappearance of Sorcha would remain unknown to the rest of the world. Valius grinned to Shien before answering.
"Well, You're fight is the last of the first round, so I assume your fight begins twenty minutes from now at the base of the plateau. The tournament is moving along rather quick, so I suggest you warm up. I don't need any of my members being defeated by peasants. I wouldn't mind witnessing your defeat though. " Valius says before vanishing right before Shien's eyes.
Minutes later, Valius is in his throne room smiling as he prepares for change. The new castle was being constructed, and soon this throne room would be nothing.
Outskirts of the North
Pyrus and Demetrius are seen walking side by side to an old abandoned town. Pyrus has a smile on his face when seeing the wreck, but Demetrius frowns upon it.
"They clean out well. Not even my Dracules could track the stench of blood." Pyrus said. Demtrius looked at the elemental briefly
"You can't trust animals. they lack wisdom. They only follow their instincts." Demetrius explained in his opinion before Pyrus looked at him with spiteful look on his face.
"That's amusing, because the wisdom that your men possessed wasn't enough to stop my animals. Wisdom doesn't count when you're at the bottom of the food chain." Pyrus commented.
"Food chain eh!" Both League of Twelve members turned to see three trolls in their midst. "We trolls are at top of the food chain. Your flesh will be good in my stomach!
"Good. good.." Another troll said.
"HUNGRY!" The third troll shouted before charging. Demetrius and Pyrus drew their swords.
"You ready?" The excited Pyrus asked.
"Always, just stay out of my way." Demtrius answered.
Miami: The Hotel
While the trio made their way to their suites. Thugs dressed in gray and powder blue stepped into the hotel. The receptionists' eyes widened at the sight of the men. There were seven men in all, and all of them had one thing on their minds.
"You know what today is?" The man that seemed to be leading the group asked almost rhetorically. The receptionist that was spoken to shook with fear before answering.
"It... It's p- pay.." The woman tried to get out the man's fist slammed on the desk.
"If you can't speak... I suggest you shut the fuck up! Now, it's time to feed the Sharks. If you know what I mean." the gang member ordered.
"There's a problem... We... We don't..." The woman was backhanded in the face by the man.
"Stupid bitch! You mean to tell me you're not paying us. You're not gonna feed the Sharks. Do you know what hungry Sharks do?" This was another rhetorical question as he had snapped a few seconds after asking it. the men he had arrived with immediately began wrecking the lobby of the hotel. Smashing vases, destroying furniture, and demanding money from the people who were now in the lobby.
After finishing his drink, Sean began making himself think of dark and gloomy thoughts. This was only because his sister and her boyfriend were outside at the moment. He figured that if his thoughts were dark enough, it would rain. Sean made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He loved the sight of the huge room. The bed could probably fit a dozen people on it. The man removed his shoes before lying on the bed. He promised himself that he would only take a nap and then check on the progress of his men. He sent a quick text to a couple of his men in the area, informing them that Corissa should be looked after from a distance.
Can't wait till she comes to me crying about how he did her wrong. I get to tell her "I told you so," and put some heat in that guy's chest.
Sorcha followed behind Masaharu while assisting the still dazed Saige to the hotel. Once inside, the girls stood a foot away while he conducted business with the receptionist and then handed a white squared shaped object to them both. Anyone else would recognize it as a key, but not Sorcha. She’d never seen such an object in her entire life and wondered what sort of technology this was. Before she had the chance to ask Masaharu, chaos broke loose as a group of men wearing odd clothing entered the lobby and began making demands of the receptionist.
One of the members reached over the counter and backhanded the woman, nearly knocking her off balance. Sorcha gasped in surprised and was rudely pushed aside by guests as they ran from the men, trying to escape before they turned their anger onto living things. Before she knew it, Sorcha had been separated from Masaharu and Saige. She saw neither of them upon close inspection of the lobby. She’d managed to find a decent spot, shielding herself from their view. Earth was beginning to prove a very odd place and the Princess couldn’t wait to find her brothers and return to Concordia.
Outside Sean’s Estate
The Princess had escaped and was here? On Earth? How had such a dainty, petite little thing managed that? The League were usually pretty good about their security and hardly let anything go by unnoticed. Was the King beginning to lose his magical touch or was he becoming way too confident? Well, whatever it was, it didn’t matter. The Princess was here. On Earth. And now the importance of Corissa’s mission had doubled. Great, just when things were beginning to go rather well. Sighing, she crosses her arms and looks up at her master.
“Everything is just peachy, until now. She is going to ruin everything and now—we might even have to kill Se—Er, I mean, Taran. Do you have any ideas or are you just making it all up as you go? What is it I need to do besides see that the little girl doesn’t find him?” If Sorcha did find him, and the other two, then maybe—just maybe Concordia would return to it’s peaceful state and Corissa could return to her home in the little forest that happened to be a part of the lands once ruled by Taran himself. If so, then maybe—she and Taran could—No. Don’t think like that. Why would you even think like that, Corissa?! You idiot. She scolded herself mentally then felt a drop of rain of her nose, soon followed by another and another until it began to outright pour on them. Sighing once again, she takes Scythe’s hand and starts pulling him towards the back door and opens it.
“He is not happy that you are here. Look what you have done… you’ve made it rain again.” Smirking, she leads him up the stairs and to her bedroom where she closes the door behind him, locking it. “Now, tell me what you expect me to do and how. What are you going to do about the Princess?”
After a long trek, and a little hitchhiking in the bed of a passing pick-up, Reicha's compass began to go crazy. She smiled as she jogged up to the building, noticing seven or so men go in ahead of her. She hung back a bit and waited for them to go about their business, which seemed to be harassing the woman behind the establishment's counter. Suddenly, they began to trash the place and abuse the people in the lobby. She tried to simply slip by, unnoticed, but one of them men grabbed her arm, roughly turning her toward him, "Hey baby, why don't you come back to my place and we can have a little fun."
Reicha simply rolled her eyes, "Ignorant pig." She hissed, biting into his shoulder and injecting him with poison while bringing her free hand up in a smooth motion, jabbing him three times in rapid succession in the stomach, before kicking him backwards. The man was dumbstruck. He fell heavily onto a coffee table, breaking it in two. Before they other men could even respond, she already had four blades soaring across the lobby and sticking into two of the gang members, sending them to the ground. Three down, four to go. The man who had been bitten was now convulsing rapidly on the floor, his skin a disgusting greenish pale color, and the bite which oozed with a vibrant blue, easily visible in the lobby. Two of the remaining gang members pulled out their weapons, finally; a stolen Glock 9mm and then a Smith and Wesson .45 ACP. With a smile, Reicha faded from view. The men, now freaking out, began to panic. It didn't take very much effort on Reicha's part to dispatch them. She faded back into view and turned to face Sorcha, "More the fools, they," the .45 in her hands, twirling slowly. She slipped it into the folds of her clothing, placing the mask back over her nose and mouth. She casually took the compass out of her pocket, glanced at it, nodded, and then slid the apparatus back into her pocket, "Princess Sorcha? The name's Reicha Sharite, bounty hunter. I have a business proposition for you."
Shien had grabbed his sword attaching it to his back, and his gun, placing it in the holster around his waist. This tournament was anything goes as long as they didn't kill each other. This wasn't Shien's first experience with the tournament, though it was the first time participating in it. As he was up he entered the ring and stabbed his sword into the ground. There wasn't exactly much expense put into it, but it worked well enough.
The man who was Shien's opponent was extremely built and one of the favorites to win the tournament, at least until Shien and Keil were entered. Shien looked at the man. "It would be easier on us all if you just forfeited now. I wouldn't lose any respect for you." The crowed began to boo a bit, after all they wanted to see a fight. The man just laughed and told Shien to feel free to give up. Shien just sighed. "Fine come at me then."
The man was more then happy to oblige. He rushed at Shien. Shien dodged swing after swing. He wasn't even trying to attack back, just show the man how outclassed he was. "Feel like forfeiting yet?" The man just grunted at the question and continued at him. Shien swiftfully dodged and just sighed. The battle had been going on for almost two minutes now. The man was getting fed up and grabbed Shien's sword out of the ground.
He glared at him. 'I bet if I kill you, Lord Valius will give me your seat in the league.' Shien just sighed as he began dodging his own blade. Almost two and a half minutes now. "Enough of this." Shien said dodging the blade, getting in close, and slamming his foot into the gut of the man. He grabbed his sword as the man flew back. He re-attached to the holster on his back, and began to walk away. The man struggled to get up and then act as if he was ready to fight more. Shien looked at him. "If you were strong I may have given you my spot if you asked. However, you arrogance is too distasteful for me." He took out his gun and let off one shot of energy. Shien turned around and began walking again before the shot even made contact. A direct hit. The Man went flying back, knocked out instantly. "Call me when I'm up again." Shien said walking out of the ring and towards a chair that he had a servant bring. If the people wanted a show that was more then enough of one.
Will let Corissa babble on a bit. She often liked too and Will wasn't in a rush to answer her. He looked up at the sky as the changing weather, once again changed quickly. Corissa began walking him inside commenting on how Sean was unhappy with him, and making it rain. "I have been getting less then favorable actions all around lately." He shrugged it off and sat down once they were in her room. "I wouldn't exactly call it a big plan. I intend to take the chaos that the Sorcha's escape has produced, and I shall amplify it and release it upon both worlds with her death. It is as simple as that. If the brothers get in the way, they can die too. It matter not, for in the end the worlds will burn to the ground, only those of us who are most obedient will survive."
The telepathic woman instantly opened her eyes in the concentrated room, making the candle change back to its original color; orange with yellow blends. Her irises gave an unknown appearance; an unknown hue. A violet and blue mix.
Something was on her mind regarding a future event, as it came to her during her "cerebral" relaxation. Was it good? Was it bad? Was it going to change Concordia forever, compared to the League's invasion not too long ago? Either way, that thought had to be put on hold, because of the tournament involving the best and strongest warriors of Concordia; yet alone the League of Twelve. Everyone's attendence was mandatory. Since she was the royal sorceress, she had to attend.
She used her telekinetic abilities on herself, lifting her body upwards into the cold air, lowering her legs from a cross position to straight onto the floor. She walked towards the door with her hands relaxed in front of her.The two split doors opened outwards away from her, as she made her exit, and closed the door mentally.
The Tournament site
The young woman appeared from behind the royal section, a few seat away from the king. She observed the battlefield in front of her. The match was between two brave warriors: Sir Elias Taconaught, a man whose build was compared to a statue, and Shien, smaller than his opponent, especially in figure.
She blankly watched as Shien evaded many of Elias' attacks. Elias seemed as though he was struggling even a second after the match began. Shien easily became the victor, sitting at his seat with ease and too much cockiness.
"Challenged?", the woman stated telepathically to Shien, not even giving him eye contact. Instead she looked at what was in front of her, with a still blank look on her face.
"You know that he isn't worthy enough based on his wasted aggression. You should be facing your equal, or more than you."
Masaharu turned away from the scene and walked over to the new girl. "I'm not sure what happened out there. Thanks for looking out for her."
Sorcha finally spotted Masaharu amongst the chaos. He was walking over in her direction having apparently spotted the hiding spot she’d chosen. She felt the presence of another close by and turned swiftly around to face none other than the infamous bounty hunter of Concordia, Reicha. Sorcha immediately guessed the woman’s reasoning for being here on Earth. One of the League of Twelve, quite possibly the ‘King’ himself, ordered—not requested—the bounty hunter to seek out Sorcha and all the Princess could do was just stand there and look upon the woman; dumbfounded by her words. A business proposition? Perhaps, she meant a compromise? Sorcha could only hope. Before she was able to reply, Masaharu joined them, thanking Reicha for having ‘watched’ over her. If he only knew…
With a soft sigh, she lightly takes hold of Masaharu’s elbow and makes a gesture in Reicha’s direction. “Let us find a more—quiet place to speak.” Reaching out and taking Reicha’s hand, Sorcha teleports them back to the beach and to an area secluded from the rest of the people. Letting them go, Sorcha moves to stand in front of Masaharu and crosses her arms. “Okay, bounty hunter. What is this business proposition you speak of?”
The Princess could not die, was the thought that, unannounced, decided to roll through her mind. Why did it matter to her if the Princess died? If she were to die—then she could return home because surely the brothers would all be kill—Realizing where her thoughts were leading, she turned her back to Taran and walked over to the window, staring out wide-eyed. She didn’t want Taran to die, but, why? He was only a part of her mission, or, well, he was her mission and her responsibility. Still—she didn’t want him to die. Why did the Princess have to escape? She was ruining everything. Corissa could actually feel hatred for the dainty girl begin to take hold of her emotions. The past five years would all be for nothing and only because the little bitch couldn’t stay put. Because of her, Corissa will have to return and without having had the chance to—to what? Frustrated with herself, she turns around and stalks about the room, wondering what to do, already forgetting that her master occupied the same room as she.
Shien sat back with a sigh. He really didn't want to be here, although he did want that bed. He sat there expressionless staring towards the crowds of idiots enjoying the spectacle of a tournament. At least until he heard a voice enter his head. This wasn't his first chat with the sorceress though that didn't mean he liked it. He at least knew that all he had to do was think however for her to hear him. "Challenged you ask? Hardly, however do not mistake that with a complaint. Worth is something fragile and overall meaningless. Something is only worth as much as another will pay for it. To say he isn't worthy of something is just plain ignorant. I do not wish to fight anyone near my equal. Quite honestly it is just too much work, and for what? To prove you can fight? Those who can fight are looked upon as strong, yet those who can fight and choose not to, are truly enlightened. Wouldn't you agree?"
Will sighed as Corissa started to seem to be preoccupied with something. It was pretty obvious to him that she was developing feelings for Taran. He didn't believe in "Love" so there was only one feeling he could see. She must have been really developing these feelings for him while he was gone. "Will you settle down woman? I mean he's supposed to be your brother for crying out loud. Stop trying to get in his pants. Shit you really are a little whore just like when I found you." Will layed back on her bed and out his arms behind his head. "I had met with Halikair again earlier. I am too exhausted to chance after the princess more at this point. Besides, she'll come for Taran eventually. All I need to do is wait now."
Sometime in the Past
Being a man with the inability to give birth to heirs would seem like a curse to some, but to this man who crept into Fell's Village on such a dark and ominous night, it was a hell that he believed he would never escape. You see, his wife had died a day after giving birth to a beautiful baby... girl. The new father couldn't say he hated his daughter, but he would never love her the same way he would love a son. He wanted to be able to bring up a powerful warrior, one who could spread his name and bloodline through the world. Being able to pass on his strength, his knowledge, his power, and his wealth to an heir that deserved it was something the man had prayed for. None of the Gods and Goddesses would give him an answer for his desire. None except the God of Death.
The ambitious father had finally approached a shack, but who was he targeting? What was he planning to do? This was his sister's home, she had been the only one in his family that was still alive, but only through her abandonment of the family. She had refused her family name, and for that, This man had no remorse for her. He used an enchantment to easily get passed the lock. He then pulled out a large glass vial, but didn't seem to plan on using it at that moment. He just held it as he walked through the home. The man had made his way over to the bed of his sleeping sister and her husband. A grin should on the man's face, knowing that he was so much closer to achieving his goal. He stood over his sister's resting body, before opening the vial and putting it to his mouth. He drank all of its contents, and nearly choked on it. The red liquid that dripped from his lips was the blood of thirteen virgins.
Without wasting time , the man closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. He began whispering an enchantment while trying to connect to the Death God at the same time. This something rarely done, but was mostly seen when amplifying a spell. The pitch black room soon became a tint of red, and soon the man wasn't the only one standing over the sleeping woman. A figure wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe in his cold hands was right beside the man who whispered the enchantment. The figure didn't say a word, it just floated over the husband sleeping in the bed. Without any pause in his movement, the figure raised its weapon and stabbed it down upon the man's heart. The husband didn't even budge in his sleep, nor in his death. The figure made his way over to the man who had stopped whispering, and was now looking straight at him. He smiled at his succession, but awaited the figures confirmation. The figure then raised the scythe, but this time he turned toward the woman. The man who had summoned the god nearly yelled in protest, but only the scythe's blunt hilt touched his sleeping sister.
"It is done..." The figure finally spoke in a deep and almost omnipresent voice. The man only smiled with joy, knowing that his sister would conceive the heir to his family name. A warrior that would be powerful under his teachings. A warrior that would dawn the name... Devin Pendus.
Reicha smiled underneath he face mask, "I'm humbled that her majesty knows of me. As for my proposition, you can assume why I'm here. On behalf of the League. But my proposition is this. I have no love for the League. Far from it. They have desecrated the desert homes of my people countless times, and while we were relatively unimpressed with your family's rule, it was far superior to the League's. So I offer you this. I serve you instead. I demand no monetary gain, but you will owe me a few favors when this is all over. Is that acceptable?" She asked, removing her face mask and flashing Sorcha her fangs in a, what was supposed to be a friendly, but was actually kind of intimidating, smile.
"Your current companions seem negligible at best. Had my intentions not been in your interests, I would have already spirited you away back to Concordia under the spell of my toxins." She was directing this comment at Masaharu, "You know not of what you deal with, human. The enemies you will face shall be forces you could never have dreamed of, should you continue accompanying the Princess. You had best steel yourself for the trials that will soon befall all of us." She said, her voice falling from her somewhat light-hearted tone to a much graver and serious one, "This was barely the incunabulum of her journey. I only imagine the League will send others after I have been deemed a "failure". Luckily for you, I'm one of the best bounty hunters in Concordia. So, what say you?"
James, with his hand now wrapped in an ice pack and towel, sat back down as the cake cooled on the kitchen counter. Without his right hand, he couldn't write, so now he just looked at the past few books he had written. He flipped through a few pages and sighed. Just then he heard a clattering coming from the bathroom. His eyebrow raised. What the hell could that be? He lived alone, completely. No pets, no people, so what could be in his bathroom? He picked up a sword from off the wall and brandished it in his left hand (now unable to use his right), and pushed open the bathroom door.
"A bounty hunter you say? First of all, I have questions that have to be cleared up. Perhaps we can discuss more about this when we get on the plane, which leaves in about 3 hours."
"I do.", the sorceress responded in the gladiator's mind in her usual calm tone. After she closed her eyes for a short moment, and her eyes, mystically, changed to a bright blue. "A better resting place and more servants, so I've heard. That was his offer to you if you attended this tournament? A bed in this royal castle is nothing to just lay and rest over. You don't expect to be served by doing nothing. You have to earn it fair and square. Doing "too much work" is what you are going to get, whether you like it or not. I have seen people slaughter to be a part of the League of Twelve, while those in it would stop at nothing to stay in it. Why? To survive, especially at Concordia's current state. To not get on the king's bad side. Wouldn't you think so?"
Valius had been seated up front when witnessing Shien's easy victory in his first match. Shien's skill immensely outclassed his competitor, and it was hardly a show to Valius's standards. He wished more of the league had joined the tournament. The man did not applaud over victories. He would never give a man credit for winning the first round.
"Hmph... Any warrior that defeats Shien, will take his place in the League of Twelve!" The voice of the king roared over anyone else's. in the vicinity. Contestants shifted their attention to Shien, with fierceness in their eyes. Valius nearly laughed at this in his seat.
Sean's Estate: Bad News
Sean is seen lying on his bed, but not yet deep in his slumber. Too bad Sean's planned nap was interrupted by the rapid vibration of his cellphone. The caller ID read, Elliot, one of top men in that assisted his reign over the Sharks in all of Florida. Sean had only lazily turned to his side and put the phone to his own ear.
"What's the problem?" Sean asked, knowing that Elliot usually called for bad news.
"Uh... You remember how you said the new guys collect, right?" Elliot said as he thought of a way to explain what happened.
"Yes. Cut to the chase Elliot." Sean said rudely.
"Well a couple of our guys went to collect, and they were wasted just as they had been ready to collect." These words didn't change Sean's bored face expression one bit.
"People are saying it was some bitch that killed seven of our guys in the same room." These words however caused a brow to raise.
"Are you pitching me a god damn movie Elliot! I hope you're not waiting on orders! Waste that bitch!" Sean was furious that he was called for such a petty matter.
"Sean! I mean, Mr. Walker, We have a woman who can be a valuable hostage. She has a card key to a suite in one of our hotels, so she must know someone with some kind of wealth." Elliot informed before he gulped. Angering Sean wasn't a good thing, and you were fortunate if you only accomplished it over the phone.
Sean narrows his eyes before setting the phone on the bed while he lifted himself up. Elliot waited on the other line. The lack of words began to get to him, until he heard a sigh.
"Transport her at my estate... East garage." Sean had said before hanging up on his subordinate. Sean placed his phone in his pocket and slipped on his shoes before exiting his room. The faint sound of conversation let him know that Corissa and Will were in her room. "Corissa! I'm stepping for a bit!" Sean shouted before heading down the steps. He didn't bother grabbing his blazer, and instead, grabbed his huge black umbrella before heading out the front door.
Shien was talking to the Sorceress while Valius had made his declaration. That didn't mean he didn't hear it however. "Sorry to break this to you honey, but your wrong to some extent. Survival isn't what drives most of the league, in fact I may be the only one driven by it other then Valius. Everyone else has their own plans and whatnot. So you said I should fight to earn what I have? How stupid and barbaric. Shien stood up looking at the glares he was now getting. "Why wait for this dull tournament to continue then. I assure you, you'll all have a better chance together than alone. I think it'll give this tournament a certain, flare that it seems to be missing as well. Wouldn't you agree Valius?" Shien's voice actually carried quite well over the silenced crowd. He raised his gun as electrical energy began forming in front of it. "Well what are we waiting for? Want my position? Come and pry it from my cold, dead hands." The group was upset at his obvious taunting and rushed at him.
Shien thought to himself, knowing that the Sorceress was probably still tuned into him. "I am the warrior of the people. I am the league member who never desired this war or any of it. I fight for myself, because survival is key. The people love seeing the mystery that is me. I am Shien, the most Laziest member in the league, yet also the most calm minded and clear headed. In Order to survive, I will defeat those in my way. No matter who they may be." Shien pulled the trigger unleashing a torrent of electrified energy at the group. Most of them were downed upon contact. For those that still stood Shien holstered his gun and grabbed the sword off his back. He raised it on front of him. There weren't many remaining after the fireworks display. "So, who's next?"
The sorceress had noticed the many heated stares that were given to Shien. He may have said that she was wrong, but the glares were proof itself that she was right. Shien may have attempted his little "intimidation" move, as a means to cut out the competition more easier, but some were still standing with pride and braveness. They were out to take his seat, and all of his glory.
"Don't actually think you can get out of this with ease, warrior. But, I will admit that a part of your inactive, and somewhat small-minded actions, even I believe in you to become victorious in this tournament. You just have to prove it to the king, however.....Even you know that he doesn't take things lightly. You know that violence is his only option to gain authority."
Sorcha listened closely to the bounty hunter’s proposition and then took a moment to consider. Turning away from the three, she walks a few feet away from them and looks around, though not seeing the people around her. Reicha’s words echoed and rolled around in her mind, as well as the memory of having actually reached one of her brothers telepathically. Then, her thoughts shifted back to Scythe and the chaos let loose back at the hotel lobby. Reicha was right. If the bounty hunter’s intentions had been in the favor of the League, Sorcha would be well on her way back into the hand’s of the League and that, she couldn’t allow to happen. Running a slender hand through her long, reddish hair, she sighs heavily then walks back to the other two and nods.
“Okay, I will agree to your proposition. I will grant whatever it is you wish—once, I have found all three of my brothers and we have won over Concordia. Only then, will our proposition be complete. Now,-- “ Looking at Masaharu, she points a finger at him. “Take us to this—plane you spoke of. I do not care if we have this passport or not, we are leaving. Right. Now. As a matter of fact… “ Moving closer to him, she closes what remaining distance lay between them, then placed the palm of her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes. She opened them a second later and grinned. “So, that is what they look like. Very interesting.” Giggling from the pleasure of peeking at Masaharu’s thoughts and finding out what an airplane looks like, she takes hold of their arms and teleports them to the airport.
Corissa gasped softly and quickly turned around, glaring at Will. Stalking towards him, she slaps him across the face. “How dare you call me that!? I may be your slave, but I refuse to be treated like—like one. You know as well as I that this was not my choice. You enslaved me, then placed me here to watch over Sean—Taran, whatever his name is.” Grabbing hold of his arm, she leans over him. “I don’t care about him the way you think I do. How could I when Concordia could be taken back by the royal family? I, as much as you, don’t want that either. Now that we have cleared that out of the way, let’s talk about a story I can tell to Sean. He will need to know why you are staying here. He doesn’t let just anybody stay here, you know.”
James sighed and put the sword down on one of the tables littering the hallway. Just a kid...."Alright, kid, I don't know who you are or how you got in here, but I won't call your parents or the authorities if you leave now. Jesus Christ, scared the living shit out of me. How the hell did you get in here anyway?" He asked, opening the door all the way and letting light into the bathroom, which had previously been almost completely dark save for the few cracks of light ebbing in through the closed blinds. Light fell on the boy and James couldn't help but think of how ill the boy looked, "Are you alright? You look kinda pale. Do you need to go see a doctor?"
Earth: The Beach
"Excellent. But as much as I'd love to take your word on it, I'd prefer to have your word sealed in a Relequistian pact ritual, if you wouldn't mind." She said, ungloving her hand and revealing a manner of criss-crossed scars in her skin, "As for your questions, human, please do make them interesting. I do not have patience for answering inane questions that will accomplish nothing." She said as she turned back to Sorcha and reached her hand out toward the Princess, "Match your hand with mine, with the small finger's side touching my wrist. It will be quick and relatively painless, but our promises will be those of blood. I do not break my oaths."
Concordia: Tournament Grounds
Kiel watched Shien's fight and then Valius' challenge with dull eyes. The tournament was meant to be fun, but mere humans were no fun at all. They were so slow, so weak...He wondered why he had thought that any of the tournament's patrons would prove him wrong. However, he did enjoy watching Shien challenge the combatants to battle. It would be interesting to see if he was really as good as they claimed he was. In truth, he couldn't really remember seeing the man fight. Maybe it was his disinterest in humans in general for their squishy bodies and crushable bones.
Shien gripped his blade as the 12 remaining men charged at him. Instead of swinging it though, he tossed it to split the group in two. It worked just as he planned. The sword stabbed into the ground and the group was split almost in half. 7 on one side, 5 on the other. Shien didn't bother going for the sword, instead he rushed the smaller group. He gripped one man by the neck with his demon arm, but barely applied pressure. Instead he tossed him at the larger group and spun back to face the remaining 4 in front of him. His movements were smooth and it almost looked as it were a dance. He swiftly delivered a few punches to the gut of each of the 4 competitors. They went down after just a few punches each. Then he swirled around to the other group. The man he threw before had taken out 2 people so it was now 5 on 1. He charged into the group once more without hesitation.
The first man tried to take a swing as Shien just ducked it. He kneed the man in the stomach, sending him flying a few feet. 4 left. He spun kicking out the feet of another and with a demon punch to the back, there were but three left. The first two went down easily with just a punch to the head each. The last was a bit more agile then the others, but they were all seriously outclassed. Shien just punched him in the face and grabbed him with the demon arm as he fell. He wasn't Koed, yet. Shien tossed him in the direction of the crowd, towards Valius' feet. He looked around, the tournament was over. He walked over and picked up his blade, returning it to his back. He looked at Valius. "I'll expect my reward soon."
Shien slowly began walking back to the castle as the crowd began to cheer. "Do you hear that Sorceress? I do not fight for honor or glory, I fight for nothing more then entertainment of others. I am no sideshow and shall not be treated like one. I fight for no one except for me. Besides fighting in the end is meaningless. In the end someone loses so why bother? I don't care for glory, no for any attention at all. I wish to live my days in luxury, without being disturbed for anything. Is that really so much to ask?"
The Tournament ground
As Shien was fighting, keeping the crowd busy, a creature landed behind Valius. The dark Angel Vann to be exact. He was known for being an assassin, and for that reason he is often hard to find and/or contact. Valius had his ways however and since he was summoned, Vann was willing to oblige. "You called for me?" He was a creature of few words. However, now he stood ready for his next mission. The sword even when sheathed between his wings, burned with a blue fire and gave an eerie glow off behind him.
Will was very surprised at how Corissa reacted. She actually slapped him across the face. Very few dared touch him, and those that did, usually didn't live to tell the tale. Will just sat there in shock for a moment, though he heard every word Corissa had said. She leaned over him now and he just looked at her. He stared into her eyes as she asked about this story. He didn't have one, nor was he really thinking of one. Instead he just felt the urge to get one statement out. "I'm...... Sorry...." He said, the feeling of remorse having come over him for one of the first times. He just continued to stare for a few moments as he thought of a story. Nothing was really coming to mind however. He was too caught up in these so called "feelings" he had never felt before. He was slowly fighting them off and brushing them aside as lust, but a lust he could resist. After all he had a mission assigned by Halikair himself. He couldn't let a woman get in his way now.
As Shien finished up his little display, Kiel laughed as his fellow League member began to walk away, "Now Shien, I'm hurt. You honestly forgot about your buddy Kiel. You haven't won this tournament yet, boy." He said, taking his place in the ring, "The reward is not yet won. Our king shall witness your defeat as I knock your ass right out of the League." He said, brandishing his pole-arm. He had been wishing for a challenge. Now he would get it, in the form of the laziest member of the League. There was a difference between ambitiouslessness and laziness. Laziness was a human quality. Other than the boy's utter lack of drive, he had nothing against him...well, aside from him being a lowly half-human.
"I'm not the ruler, " the sorceress responded, "nor positioned as a warrior, so I can't give you an answer. These others, however, will give you one. It seems some already had."
Instantly, another warrior had appeared tall in front of the king, the sorceress, and the contender. A friend of the contender, he explained. He was challenging the contender. The sorceress only stared at the challenger with her eyes comparing to the grass; purely green.
"Like I said", her words transferred to the contender, "don't expect to leave with ease, warrior."
Valius watched Shien's performance with smile of pleasure. Shien had turned grapes into fine wine, and Valius was glad that he had. The crowd was cheering louder than he had ever heard through the past five years. When Kiel challenged Shien, his smile grew with excitement. The soundless appearance of Vann was ignored for a moment as he prepared to speak.
"Shien! Kiel! as much as The audience and I would love to watch you two tear at each other, Shien has ruined the tournament, not just for you, but himself as well. You broke the rules of the tournament Shien, so no bed... Unless you do me a favor of course. I need someone to get to the other world and bring Cleo here for a update on her mission... Take this pendant. It will take you straight to her from the mirror. Bring her here, and you get your bed." Valius then turned his attention to Vann, his excitement gone. The cheering of the crowd was too loud for him to hear himself, at least not until he took a heavy breath. The sound around the two seemed to become blotted and distant. "Vann... I'm glad to see that you have finished with your own matters. I could have really used you earlier, but being late is better than being absent. I need your assistance with eliminating the brothers if they are found by that wretched princess. She'll probably try to find her closest brother, Taran... Damn!" Valius said as he realized something. "Scythe and a bounty hunter are on Earth as well... Just kill them if they get in your way. I don't think I need to tell you anything else." Valius said this before turning from his subordinate. Vann was brief, even briefer than Demetrius.
Nothern Concordia: League of Two
Two trolls are seen impaled, one has been frozen, while the others corpse is burning. The third troll backs up in fear as he looks at the two warriors.
"Are you guys fucking stupid! We're the League of Twelve!" Pyrus yelled before cackling. He was now approaching the last troll. Demetrius's hand quickly rested on Pyrus's shoulder. Steam erupted from their brief contact.
"Wait..." Demetrius said before moving between Pyrus and the troll. "Troll, have you and your people experienced raids?" Demetrius asked.
"Raids... Yes... Trolls have felt great bloodshed... But no blood is found." The troll attempted to explained. Before Demetrius could explain however, the troll continued on. "Troll shaman say it's coming from holy place... Hell of holy grounds." The troll added.
"Really? I guess this issue will have to be resolved with Valius's help." Demetrius said as he didn't understand this himself. "Thank you for your precious information... Pyrus, you may continue." Demetrius said before moving aside. Pyrus smiled, while the troll looked at the elemental with fear.
Sean's Estate: Rain > Anger > More Rain > More Anger
Sean tapped his foot rapidly outside of his estate as he stared straight at the gates. Elliot was taking too long, and the storm was only getting worse with each passing moment. An umbrella proved to be nothing in the storm, and was quickly pulled away from the professionally dressed man. Sean finally figured if the hostage was arriving, that Elliot would call upon her arrival. He had ruined a perfectly good outfit, and was steaming that his nap had been interrupted. Lightning began strike, and water was beginning to flood the streets. Sean walked back in to the house, his suit now soaked.
"FUCK!" Sean yelled before slamming the door behind him. He removed his his shoes at the door before heading upstairs to change. He was considering taking a shower too. Maybe that would calm him. He wasn't looking forward to anything that wasn't good news... too bad for him.
Saige was out of it - she had no idea what was going on around her. Her head hurt, and she felt dizzy and even a bit sick. But she stayed quiet, just following Masaharu around with whatever he did. She briefly noticed the magic being used. She briefly noticed a commotion. She briefly noticed that someone else had joined their group. She wasn't really sure though; she couldn't have been sure of much in the state she was in.
But she did notice when a plane and flying was brought up. Sorcha said something about 'forgetting the passports because they had to leave now'. Saige rubbed her temples at that point. She had a feeling like somehow, it would work. She wasn't sure why she even thought that - rationally thinking, she knew it was the most ludicrous thing she had heard in a long while. Flying internationally without a passport? Preposterous.
But with the events of the day unfolding as they did, she wasn't quite so sure she should listen to logic.
"No passports? I think we could wing it..." she muttered, gazing around at the group. In her daze, she hadn't really noticed what had happened. All she knew was that she definitely wasn't by her home anymore.
Her eyes landed on the newcomer to the group - a girl. She studied her silently, and then turned her attention back to Sorcha.
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Age: Is said to be as old as Concordia
Alliance: League of 12, city of the dead
Personality: Sparta shows his years in his calm and composed figure. It takes a cataclysmic event to even remotely faze him anymore. While he for the most part he views the living as a simple food source, he bares no malice towards humans. He loves combat, testing the fighters of today to see there skill level and sometimes impart a lesson onto them. He is known to have a capricious nature, this is probably the key reason he joined the league of 12. From time to time, he will display an overly violent and sadistic persona. This ties in with the inherent nature of the vampire.
Occupation/skills: Sparta is the Vampire King, he rules over the west where the Necropolis, city of the dead, is located. The oldest and most powerful vampire, he has over millennia’s worth of combat experience. He is skilled in nearly every weapon that exists, preferring close combat. His preferred weapons are a chain blade and his bare fist.
Sparta possess basic abilities that all vampires do but on a more advanced scale. Enhanced physical capabilities: strength, speed, durability, reflexes, agility, senses. Due to his age he requires much less blood then the average vampire needs to function. He is able to walk in the sun indefinitely and is resilient to other vampire weaknesses, to an extent.
Cloud/propagation magic: This particular brand of magic was created by Sparta centuries ago while he was cloud watching. He noticed how the clouds would get bigger and multiply and wondered if he could duplicate that effect. Sparta’s cloud magic allows him to propagate objects. This is a key point in his battle strategy as he is able to entend the reach and size of his weapons, particularly his chain-based ones, elongating them to great lengths. He uses his own power to fuel the magic, but in some cases can take in anothers magic to increase the cloud magic.
4.Race: Half Ghoul, Half Goblin
6.Alliance: The League of Twelve
7.Personality: Just like Vann, Sindus is more of a soloist in the league. He keeps to himself, but not for reasons other than keeping secrets. Sindus comes across as very conniving and even deceiving. The pure malice from his heart seems to radiate from him, causing others to wear down as well. He has no sympathy for others and seems to to be happy when causing misery and pain. He may not be the strongest League member, but he is definitely one of the most sinister.
Occupation/skills: Sindus had been in given the duty of wiping and altering the memories of the the three living princes of Concordia. Sindus has the ability manipulate the memories of others. With this power, he can bring up past feelings and even make memorable things appear in physical states. His magic messes with the person's senses and almost makes them experience a memory as if it were real. Unlike a normal illusion, Sindus can bring about details such as touch, smell, and taste.
Sindus' malice is so powerful, that it manages to wear others in his general area. He can cause vegetation to die unconsciously and make masses of people fatigued and unwilling. He uses a pair of metal gauntlets as his weapons.
Race: Witch/Spirit/demon tainted
Personality: Willow is a shy boy who studders a lot. He is good at heart and believes in being good and Moral. Hecate after over six century's of existing and seeing the world has shed her noble visage and taken up a more....questionable one, seeming the exact opposite of her host. Hecate has thrown morals completely out the window and her behavior can be classified as more, provacative and scandalous. She has no problems with flaunting her sex appeal, though she does show some small amount of restraint for the male body she resides in her. She's confidant though not cocky, still possessing a great degree of poise.
Occupation/skills: As a member of one of Concordias oldest witch covens Willow is highly skilled in the magical arts. This is a fact grudgingly admitted by the witches council.
Sealing magic: Birthright of all of this particular witch clan. The magic of sealing is sacred. Willow can seal spirits into objects or forms of energy. He can also unseal anything he had sealed before. At the higest degree this magic can be used to seal dimensional gateways.
Demon magic: Willow can summon demonic and monstrous beings, in some cases he can coax them into assisting them, but for the most part he must establish contracts. This is done by offering a portion of his soul to them. Different monsters ask for different portions, weaker ones would be happy with a finger, but the more stronger ones deman entire limbs, if not his whole body. Up to date he's established permanent contracts with three monsters. The Hydra, Cerberus, and Chimaera
Hecate employs her own brand of magic
Power magic: this magic allows Hecate to augment her physical abilities, strength,speed, and endurance,
Shot magic:this is a projectile launching magic. Hecate can fire off rapid beams of magical energy in various shapes, arrows, bullets, etc.
Age:345(looks 25 as Drow do)
Race: Drow-Dark elf
Alliance: The drow, Nazar
Personality:By nature the Drow are sadistic, arrogant, cruel, destructive, hedonistic, and treacherous. Their eternal game of advancement at the expense of others, which is encouraged by the spider goddess herself, has transformed the dark elves into a race of scheming backstabbers eager to increase their own stations by pulling down those ahead of them and crushing their inferiors underfoot. Drow trust no one and nothing, and most are incapable of compassion, kindness, or love (or at the very least, because of the aforementioned rampant distrust, incapable of bringing themselves to express such emotions). In a drow’s mindset, there is little room for friendship, for while they may secretly value other family members or acquaintances, their overly suspicious (paranoid, by some standards) natures taint any strong relations they may otherwise form. Many dark elves go so far as to be actively murderous and delight in the giving of pain.\
Xune meets these standards to a T. She holds trust in no one but herself. She is paranoid to all around her, especially her family who she knows actively plot against her. Sadistic and murder hungry, not a day goes by that someone doesnt fall by her hands.
Occupation/Skills: Xune is the Matron mother for the first house of mother. She obtained this rank after she killed her mother. She is a high cleric for the spider demon known as Loth, who the Drow praise as a deity.She holds the common powers of the Drow, the orb of darkness used for shrouding enemies in an impenetrable darkness, and faerie fire that can mark enemies, making them easier to target, and resistance to magic.
Xune posses a certain type of magic that is never seen amongst the Drow. It's called " Biomancy. Xune can control the physical body. She can use her magical powers to increase her strength, speed, make her skin hard as steel, control her bones, or other organs. It is because of this power that she is held under much scrutiny as being a halfling. Surely such a magic has no place amongst the Drow.
Weapon: Whip of Loth. A multi armed whip that Xune wields with deadly acuracy. It contains poisonous barbs.
Alliance: League of 12
Skills/Occupation: The Mad Scientist/Interrogator for the League.
- He has little skills with Melee fighting, and carries a crossbow just for mild protection. His body physically is usually weak, but that's because his magic is very strong.
- Reincarnation. This isn't used the way one would think. It isn't used on himself, but rather used on others. Like Necromancy, he can bring the dead back to life, however they retain all powers they had before death. They also realize what is going on around them, just they cannot control their bodies. His will, becomes their will and he controls them like their master, without any actual effort. However if he were to die while his creations live the revived would explode in a violent explosion in a last ditch effort to take those who killed him, with him.
- Dragon Transformation. After extracting and experimenting on Kiel's DNA, he was able to develop and implant himself with a special magical mark allowing him to transform into a dragon. However, unable to create a perfect clone of a dragon inside himself, he is unable to breathe any element like most can. This does take a toll on his body and as such is used as a last resort technique. It's usually only used when his reincarnations are dead.
Alliance: The League of Twelve
Personality: Personality? Brom might as well be an animal. His level of intelligence is very low, and he thinks mostly with instinct. Brom can barely speak, but who needs words when you kill 90% of what you see.
Occupation/skills: Brom is the ruler of the Eastern Concordia. He possesses massive strength with his size. He has no magic, but his hide is is extremely resistant to damage. It is said that he ripped through every strategic stop that was thrown at him by Keegan.
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Alliance: He sides with the Royals.
Personality: Aldrich is a determined young man, and a born leader. He is very quiet and proper, but definitely has the means to knock your block off. Occasionally he can come off as cocky, but his confidence is not misplaced.
Movement Magic: Magic that enhances agility, endurance, and speed, and allows for brief bouts of flight and extended stints of invisibility while standing still.
Weapons Training: Familiar with both firearms and melee weapons, he is an able fighter in combat.
Trap Making: The ability to make traps out of common items, such as turning small shards of glass into a deadly contraption.
Thief Tricks: The ability to pick locks, pockets, and lift items with relative ease.
Parodies of the rp
2. Gender: Female
3. Age: 22
4. Race: Human
5. Appearance: Image
6. Alliance: Scythe
7. Personality: Corissa is a very confused individual. She is very loyal to the end, unless something changes her mind and she is quick to change sides. Corissa can be a bitch at times, but most of the time she is laid back and just goes with the flow. She is currently in love with Sean aka Taran Wolfsbane, but is slowly beginning to have feelings for her slavemaster, Scythe.
8. Occupation/Skills: Corissa can form an illusion and make people think they are seeing something that they are not actually seeing.
1. Name: Malikye, Alpha male of the Shadow Valley wolf pack
2. Gender: Male
3. Age: Unknown
4. Race: Wolf
5. Appearance: Image
6. Alliance: Sorcha
7. Personality: Malikye is very loyal to Sorcha. He is her only true friend and her servant as well. He is the alpha male any wolf pack could wish for, with his good looks and humorous personality, who could ask for better? He is also very strong for a wolf ( as most animals on Concordia are when compared to Earth animals) and possesses great leading skills: strength, wisdom, firm and many others that will be revealed during the story. (Can’t think of stuff right now… will add more later.)
8. Occupation/Skills: The Wolf Call—His great and powerful howl can halt enemies in their tracks as he summons his wolf pack. The howl can reach a radius of within 100 miles. He can also speak to humans, if he so chooses, but no other wolf, including his Alpha female Mayka, have this magical ability. (There are more he can do, and I just can’t think of them right now. Will add later.)
******I have included a picture of Mayka though*****
I believe this is my fourth char, along with my second League member. This is where you wanted it, right LT?
Name: Jarev Zakiea
Appearance: The Phenoan people have two separate forms; a human form, in which they look like any other human citizen of Concordia (except for their bright purple eyes), and their true form, in which they assume bright angel like wings and radiant feathers, as well as sharp talons. They are not necessarily to be deemed wielders of fire magic, as the Phoenix itself does. However, they are very potent magical wielders, preferring to channel the magic than feel the weight of a sword.
Alliance: League of 12 Member
Personality: He is very cynical, and very belittling to people (much like Kiel) although he would rather toy with a person’s mind than end it quickly. He is absolutely not honorable nor does he admire discipline. He likes cold, hard fear. Fear and torture.
Puppet Magic/Puppeteering: The ability to bind magic to an object to control it, whether a living human or a statue. It has to be within his sightline to enchant it, and he has to maintain the “strings”. The strings can be cut my magic users.
Animation/Deanimation: The ability to animate objects that he has bound with his Puppet Strings. For Example, if a statue were to be bound, he could animate it, giving it a much wider berth of movement as opposed to the stiff joints of a stone man. As such he can also de-animate objects within his grasp, making them complete statues, yet capable of sensing, meaning hearing, sight, smell, etc.
Second Wind: The ability to heal from seemingly mortal wounds very quickly. (If he actually dies, he’s dead. He can’t actually reincarnate.)
Gem of Linking: While not an inherent ability, he needed a way to keep Valius in the loop while he played with his puppets. Since he could not take the time to repeatedly traverse the worlds, he instead used an enchanted jewel encrusted into a headband to project his thought to the current Ruler of Concordia, allowing him to communicate when the link is opened by Valius.
Jarev was formerly the ruler of the Phenoan people, but it was discovered that he was using his magics on other Phenoan nobility to further his own goals. He was banished from the kingdom and his daughter, Alyssa Zakiea, was put in charge of the people. It didn’t take long for Jarev to find his way to Valius and conspire against all those who had cast him aside, and he was made part of the League of Twelve. When the time came to watch over the brothers who were sent to Earth, he himself volunteered for the assignment, using the opportunity to get back at his people and to torture and keep his daughter captive for almost five years, using her as the main-face for his plot.
I wonder where he got that from. LOL j/kshinigamiriku wrote:
Taran:storm manipulation, ecological sensing/empathy, animal/feral domination,animal mimicry, werebeast form
Black Lotus: Telepathy, Telekinesis, Luminecance, Precognition
Markell: Fire, Telekinesis, shield, weapon summoning
Nazar: Necromancy, darkness, light, life
Taran:storm manipulation, ecological sensing/empathy, animal/feral domination,animal mimicry, werebeast form
Demetrius: Expels heat
Cleopatra: Persuasion, plant
Sorcha:telepathy, the ability to make things grow/heal, adapt to different temperatures, and can speak to animals. Powers she inherited from her mother are: the magic that will allow Sorcha to give her brothers back their memories (control over the mind; dreams, thoughts, etc), and the power to restore energy to those who are weak and close to death
Scythe: omniscient sight, and blood rage
Keegan: Ice, Earth, Life-force consumption, Life-force bestowal
Shien: Lightning, spirit bane, energy conversion
fire spirit and dragon stuff
I shall now offer som magic not take
And the list just goes on from there
Attitude: The Relequiste are highly distrustful of outsiders, especially humans, due to the hostilities reflective of their so called treasons. There are very few places that Relequiste are allowed outside of the deserts. In fact, Relequiste are openly killed for their fangs and claws, which are made of durable materials that make excellent weaponry. The ability to produce poison only makes the fang’s value increase.
Culture: While the now nomadic tribes have lost a lot of their culture in their new surroundings, having to abandon it to survive, they still hold onto their more sacred traditions, one of which is the Ancestral Pact, in which the Relequiste align their wrists and take turns biting, mingling blood and poisons to create a bond, the strongest of which is used in marital ceremony. A new tradition that has been created since the banishment is the Trial of the Wastes, during which time the Relequiste child must brave the sands by themselves and survive for two years on their own. When they return to the caravans, they have gained great strength, both of mind and of body, allowing them to better the tribe.
Age: The Relequiste have a very slow aging process, compared to humans, usually living two or three times as long as the average human. Childhood ends for a Releiquiste at about thirty-six years of age, when they go through the Rites, a series of tests to ascend to the stage of New Birth, the equivalent of a human’s teenage years. This stage ends with the Trial of Wastes, at approximately the age of fifty-five, resulting in either the ascension to the Cresend Phase or death. During the Cresend phase, the Relequiste will seek companionship and find a suitor, with whom they will bond for life. The years pass and the Cresend will eventually age to the Sharisi phase, in which they trade their bodies for wisdom. Only one in thirty survive to become true Sharisi.
The Casting Out of the People: The Relequiste used to be a proud people of grandeur, their city a gem of Concordia culture. However, in the past thousand years, the Vudece (the Lord of the Relequistian nation) Cariet Dacian(Car-eet Das-ee-an) betrayed the Concordian Royalties with secret plots against the crown, though his plots were discovered early on, and though there was good evidence that most of the Relequiste public did not know of the plots it’s lord was planning, the King feared for the peace of the Kingdom, and as such, banished the peoples as a whole. The nation split into tribes and dispersed into caravans with populations ranging from the low thirties to the high eighties. While the King did not expect the people to survive, he was surprised to learn that almost twenty years later, the Relequiste were very much still alive, though the race had changed dramatically from the lives of nobility they once led.
Provide a bestiary form if you are able...
Markell AKA Zack Jackson
Keegan AKA James McTavin
Taran AKA Sean Walker
League of Twelve:
Allies of The Wolfsbane Royal family:
Saige Marie McKinley
Allies of the League of Twelve:
Cleopatra Pendus AKA Krystal- daughter of Valius Pendus, Watcher of Markell
Black Lotus- Sorceress
Corissa- Scythes slave, Watcher of Taran
A side of their own:
The God of Chaos himself. He is married to the Goddess Concordia, however despite them balancing each other, he truly wants to drown the world in Chaos. He despises the fact that Concordia is much more widely worshiped then he is, however once the world is in utter chaos, people will bow to him. However, don't mistake him for an Evil God. He does Love Concordia, it's the other God's he despises. When he get's angry you'll want to stay out of his way. It's easy to tell when he get's seriously angry because he dawns himself in his full battle armor.
Halikair, The God of Death
What's there to Say about Death itself? He thrives on corruption, very often making deals with people for his own gains. He uses these people to create as much death and destruction as possible, twisting the very details of the deal to the limit at times. He get's stronger with every death, but with his powers the death of mere peasants is almost a chore. He yearns for the day he get's to steal the life from a God. However he himself cannot do it. He hopes that one day, one of his warriors will find the way to do so, and give him what he wants most.
He has certain powers and equipment. He holds,the Scythe in the second Picture. He has the ability to strengthen those born from his power, but only a bit at a time. He also controls demonlike Spirit Spawn that he can use to do his bidding.
Orthniel, The God of Wisdom
How can one define wisdom? He isn't all knowing, however he never fails to point out what was done wrong. He is very sarcastic, and more likes to screw with people to show them what was wrong. More often then not, the person he screws with is in very bad shape afterwards.
Parthenia: This is the Goddess of Purity... it is her task to keep the world Pure and free of Evil.
Cytheria: The Goddess of Love... she makes sure Love remains highly accessible in Concordia.