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Jazir, now an old sage, rocked in his rocking chair as he watched his grand children. The children were playing and bumped into a wooden shelf, knocking several things over. His grandson hastily picked up what had fallen and began to put it back before their grandfather could yell at them. As he was picking the stuff up, his hand came in contact with a strange stone. The stone felt as if sheer power was coming from the stone. The boy forgot about the mess he made and went up to Jazir. He asked, "Grandfather, what is this stone?"

Jazir opened his eyes, for he was snoozing before. He blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Jazir looked at what his grandson was talking about and he smiled. Not necessarily a kind smile, but not a sinister one either. It was the smile of an old nostalgic man. "Aye, Derik. That there is a Felstone. Do they teach about The Stones in class?"

The boy named Derik was confused and shook his head. "What is a Felstone?"

Jazir frowned. Surely they should learn of The Stones in school! It seems, like other things, it was up to Jazir to teach his grandson the great history of the world. "It's a shame they don't teach it in school. They saved the world once, don't you know. Come, and I shall tell you the story of the Felstones and how they saved the world..."

Once, long ago, back in my day... the 5 countries of Derfund were not as friendly as they are today. Quite the contrary, Derik, they were at war. Their reasons for war varied greatly, but there was always a reason for everything. There were so many reasons, in fact, that no one person could keep track of them all, so no one even remembers the original reason for The Wars.

The world was amock in ignorant chaos, there seemed to be no hope for anything even relatively normal. Taxes were put into action to fund The Wars, food was rationed. In some cities, the penalty for ill-thought toward The Wars was death. The merchants were afraid to leave their country for fear they would be attacked. You see, Derik... that's where the Felstones came in...
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Basically the world is amock in a chaotic war that no one fully understands. The Felstones and their use will be introduced early on in the story. Basically if the stones were gathered and put in the same place, order would be restored to the world. There are five countries. Gerlund, Jast, Destri, Lanock and Proconose. They are all at war with one another. Your objective can be anything from destroying the world to conquering the world to saving the world to trying to live a normal life. Anything can be your objective basically. Magic, flying, anything goes as long as you don't overpower your character. This is a semi-sandbox RP.

It's really up to you where the story goes, but I will always have something happening, there will always be a plot. I'm not one of those people that jumps around their plot until someone else carries it. I'm always focusing on adding new stuff to help the understanding of the plot. I ask that no one ignores anyones posts because of this.

Rules:

1. No godding.
2. No one-liners. I don't care what the excuse is. Reveal your characters thoughts, feelings, show the scenery, NO one-liners please.
3. No killing other characters without the permission of the creator.
4. No randomly having whatever you need. Please explain the existance of stuff.
5. Magic does not trump everything. Magic does not make you a god please.
6. OOC stays in OOC

Character sheet:

Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Bio: (Optional)
Personality: (Optional)

Sounds interesting.

Do the five countries have their own backstories or are we free to make up their histories as we go along?

Sounds interesting! Hope you don't mind my profile.


Name: Sage Turan Lanche
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance: Turan's appearance gives the impression he is much older than his age actually is. He stands at 6 foot. His grey hair stretches into his beard, his hair stretches past his neck. His eyes are grey but striking, his skin is pale and wrinkly. He wears a black intimidating robe with stretches past his feet.

Turan's weapons consist of a large golden staff. It stretches past his head, and gives off a strong radiant light. He wears a small silver ring on his little finger.

Bio: At the young age of 11, Turan's parents submitted him to a large Wizard organisation. For 12 years he was pitched against foes and learnt how to harness his own powers. The Wizard HQ was attacked by a powerful force of Trolls set out by a Dark Wizard King who specialized in summoning monsters of all sorts ..., the attack was a success and very few Wizards survived.

War erupted, and Turan took the fight towards the Wizard King, summoning an Ancient Hawk to assist him. The Wizard King fell after hours of combat and Turan sealed him away in an alternate dimension, unable to destroy him.

Unfortunately, with the King's final breath he cursed Turan with a shorter lifespan. Turan aged rapidly in a few months, and continues to do so...

Personality: Turan is both wise and strong minded, however at times he can be stubborn and bitter about some past mistakes. He constantly lives in hope, regardless.

You can make up the histories and such as you go along, that always makes it neat when people's stories correspond with the others or when there's obviously myth and word of mouth tweaking things. As for Proconose though, leave that to my brother, Kriegritter. When he gets on, I'll tell him to make the decision of whether it's his or whether the history can be written by others too. But yeah, basically you can be anyone, anywhere, with any occupation and any back history.

And Superfly, your profile is nice! I like it. I'll post my two characters once my brother gets on, I think.

Name: Darius Lunaric
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Darius has all of the attributes of a young Lanockan man in his prime. He stands at 5’10” and is of medium build. He has short silver hair with bangs that reach just above his cold purple eyes. He has no facial hair, and has skin slightly paler than the average human.

Bio: Raised in an aristocratic family, Darius had access to many goods and privileges other children his age only dreamt of having. His family consisted of his father, mother, and two older brothers: Romulan and Luthus. His father was a wealthy man who had previously fought in the wars against the four enemy nations, and his mother was an obedient housewife who took care of the children. Darius began his training for knighthood at age 12, becoming his older brother Romulan’s squire. His eldest brother Luthus had already been sent off to fight in the Great War, which had been raging long before any of the brothers, and even his father, had been born. When Darius was 15, his family received word of Luthus’ death, and Romulan was sent off to fight. Darius began his training to become a knight proper at age 16, and by age 18 had finally ascended to knighthood. He was then sent off to the Lanock-Proconose border and put under the command of his brother Romulan, who had worked up the ranks and become a knight commander. Two years later, Romulan’s unit was ambushed by a Proconose force and Romulan was killed in action. Darius and a few others were able to escape the ambush, and Darius was assigned to replace his brother’s position. Now aged 21, Darius is currently stationed in a small frontier town along the border of Lanock and Proconose, and is awaiting new orders from his superiors.

Personality: Vengeful for the death of his two brothers, Darius has a hatred for anyone associated with the four enemy nations (especially Proconose). He doesn’t quite trust non-humans at first, even those fighting under the Lanockan banner, but will warm up to them if they prove themselves in battle. He has especially close ties to the soldiers under his command, and takes full responsibility for every one that falls in battle.

Here is a brief history of Proconose:
In 8754 BC Proconose was founded. The person with the greenest eyes is chosen as the Kaiser. The Kaiser then rules the empire until death. In 8753 BC the first official Kaiser was chosen. His name was Terthid. He ruled until he was assassinated at 7435 BC for stealing money from the government. The next man to rule was a man named Zorteign. He ruled until 645 AD after commiting suicide because his wife cheated on him with four other men and two other women and a Horse. The next ruler was a horrible man named Larthad. He spent his reign attacking the people. He set houses on fire for a campfire and he tortured people for kicks and giggles. He was assassinated in 1694 AD and there was a celebration on the night of his death. Skrothn then took control of Proconose and brought prosperity to the land. He also brought peace and helped rebuild the destroyed cities.

Name: Kaiser Skrothn der Kriegritter
Race: Procon
Gender: Male
Age: 714
Appearance: Human like with sharp claws and teeth. He has light red skin and glowing green eyes. He wears greek armor and a Corinthian helmet that is metallic green. He always has his magical swords shield bow and quiver with him. His weapons and armor were created by Hephaestus and is made with god like quality. He has Dark brown hair.
Bio: Since he was 7 he was trained in the arts of strategy and combat and became Kaiser when he was 400.
Personality: Quick to anger but a very kind man. He only fights honorably and will only fight when provoked to do so. He comes off as rude but lightens up after a while.

Daeric, your character is accepted! Krieg, yours is DENIED Haha, nah, you're both accepted!

Name: Jazir Draseth
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Jazir has black hair and brown eyes. There is nothing special about him at all. No war wounds, no astounding good looks, no... nothing. maybe that's because that's what he is-- a nothing. Being a merchants son, he normally wears desert garb, being that much of Derfund is composed of deserts and he burns very easily. Jazir wears sandals and always carries at least two knives on him.

Bio: Jazir is a merchant's son. Being a merchant, he has no idea where his "home country" would be. It could well be any of the countries. Thus, Jazir didn't really care about the hate everyone else had for the other countries. This wasn't because Jazir was special, he just didn't know what to consider as the "other countries." Jazir is 28 years old but he still travels with his family's caravan. Why? Because Jazir is a lazy, care-free nobody. His parents are forced to support him because he doesn't have the ambition to become a merchant himself and ever since the wars, other jobs demand to know your heritage. Since Jazir had no heritage, he was out of luck. Jazir never helps out his parents and instead runs around whichever city they're at, doing whatever he wants, which includes getting in trouble alot. Jazir knows the names of everyone in the city he's currently in because he has a friend or an enemy in everyone.


Name: Vasha Nardae
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Vasha wears Destian armor most of the time, being a guard. Destian armor is green and purple because those are the Czar's favorite colors and for no other reason. Her eyes are hazel and hair is red, her hair is just a bit past her shoulders.

Bio: Vasha grew up in a noble family. She had found the noble life quite boring. What fun was having everything you wanted? Fortunately-- or unfortunately-- Desti became involved in The Wars. Desti was the last to succumb to the thirst for war. When The Wars started, noble status meant less and so vasha had to get a job to survive. She was trained in the art of warfare and became a guard for a large destian city. Not exactly her idea of fun, but at least she got to see how others lived. Vasha tried to be just in all of her decisions and with the people she arrested, but the Czar was crazed at times and being just was very difficult.

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Lanock::
Land look in a deserts from end to end, but at in ends it instantly changes to something completely different. It was said that in times of old in was a lush forest, but the Operor and the Vivificus where in brutal blood shed, each only wanted the other land. This war lasted thought out the centuries until all the Vivificus where slain. The gods saw this and burned every inch the forest that blood touched. Needless to say that most was burned and it never returned to it past glory. In fact Lanock comes from La'ock (Lay-ok) an Opei word (Opei is the Operor main tongue) meaning Ash.

Name:: Avo
Race:: Operor
Gender:: Male
Age:: 219 (Looks 19)
Appearance:: Avo his human is appearance. His eyes are a soulless gray with a line of crimson at the underside of the pupil, while his hair is a smoky black the cascades down to the bottom of his neck. His teeth all end at a point and razor sharp. Avo's outfit is a white hakama, a black obi. His top is sleeveless with black lining the sides and buttons an inch to each other. On his arms he has white warmers that got to his elbows with black on the edges and a half an inch cloth wrapping them three times. His entire outfit looks worn and ripped in many places.

Operor Facts: The Operor are known for there skin's extreme toughness. The only thing that can do major damage is arrows, but extreme pressure can also do damage, as well as bunt weapons. They have an extremely long life span but age slower then humans. While Operor are not very strong the are very quick and there stamina is amazing.

Bio:: Avo was born to a high clan of the Operor. He was trained in the ways of survival and combat until the day of old (ninetieth birth week (Operor celebrate births in week instead of a day)) He was forced to fight his father and at the end of the last day of the week his father lay dead on the sand of a dune. Taking the knife in his hand he cut opened his father's chest and ripped out his heart and devoured it. After a few years he was exiled from his clan for murdering the undefended. He made his way to Proconose and become a Captain by default after challenging one to a duel of honor and killing him and of course eating his heart. After a century of that captain position he gave it up to become a mercenary.

Love the character, you're accepted!

Name :: Cedra
Race :: Nephilim
Gender :: Female
Appearance :: is a pic acceptable?
Age :: 23
Bio :: Cedra doesn't know much about her early life, but she does remember enough to harbor an extreme distrust of humans. She remembers her parents, innocent civilians, being killed by humans, and she remembered the only thing that took pity on her, that saved her life. It was a little boy, no older than she, who hid her from the angry mob, saving her life. Right then and there she swore a life debt to him, and established a psychic connection between her and him, allowing them to truly communicate for the first time. Since that day, she has followed him and protected him from anything that would cause him harm.

Name :: Trinith
Race :: Human
Gender :: Male
Appearance :: About as average as you can be. Has short brown hair and brown eyes, stands at about 5 foot 10, and normally wears a hooded cloak to try and hide himself from notice. He carries no weapons on his person.
Age :: 23
Bio :: Trinith was always a shy boy, never on to speak up when others could hear him, and it was only when he was alone that he ever spoke more than a few words. As he aged he spoke less with others and more with himself, slipping away from other humans, potential friends, instead creating imaginary ones, or using puppets he bought from local vendors. One day Trinith was walking through the woods to his quiet spot when he saw a girl running. He caught up to her, and noticed she was a nephilim. He offered to hide her, and she accepted. When the impending crowd approached him looking for her, he pointed them off in a random direction. Cedra then swore a life debt to him, establishing a pyschic link between the two. After days Trinith felt comfortable talking with her, but he wished she could talk back. That was the day he began working diligently on his ventriloquism. After years of practice with voice manipulation, editing the sound and apparent origin of his voice, he was able to create a voice for Cedra to her liking. From then on, whenever Cedra wanted to speak, he would for her, saying what she was thinking, and anyone who heard it would thought she spoke and not him. Normally his words and her mouth movements sync up, but sometimes with the longer and more complicated words they mess up. Trinith only ever speaks for himself when alone with Cedra.


Facts on Nephilim :: The children of angels and humans, as a hybrid it isn't uncommon for them to be born with flaws. The most common amongst the nephlim is muteness. Nephilim are able to swear a life debt to a single person, upon doing such they establish a psychic connection with that person, allowing them to hear each other's thoughts. Nephilim are strong and fast, and can fly. Because of their problems with communication, Nephilim typically fight alone, forcing a better quality of physical fitness. However, they also bolster a lack of coordination when fighting with someone else as a two or more on any number.

Your characters are accepted!

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Name~ Dalo.
Race~ Necromancer Elder
Gender~ Male
Age~ His physical appearance makes him looks about 60 or so, but his experiences date back to a time when the wars and chaos were young.
Appearance~ With his gray beard and his dark robes Dalo could be mistaken for an old hermit. Under his robes is a fine built body, dotted with tattoos of dark shapes and symbols.

(I'm gonna steal this from Staan)
The Necromancers.~ Dating back to the times where Chaos was young. The Necromancers, who's ideals drove them into hiding, once was a group of rich nobles who each had a enemy in common, Death. With the rise of the wars that shaped the land as it is now. These young men banded together to form the first order of necromancy. After many, many years the now old Necromancers discovered the secret known as Lichdom. A process which would, transfer the user's memory's into a dead body, which was created and fashioned by them. Alas they did not expect the mental effects of such an experiment. The personality of the Necromancer often conflicted with the recessive memory's and experiences of the brain they are possessing. Creating a schizophrenic identity, which usually leads to an instable mental state.

Even with these side effects they begain to preach. Telling of the power that God held from the common folk. While some current church officals and citizens rejected their teachings. Thousands flocked to the new order of Necromancers, learning the Elder's teaching of Dark magic and sumitting their loyalites to the Order. Keeping the power of Lichdom to them selfs for fear of worshippers gaining to much power the Original Necromancers sit as Elders of their order. Who's grand hall is located in Jast. Where they are worshipped as Gods by lord and commoner alike.

(Time cannot take them, but an arrow or blade will do the trick )

Bio~ Dalo is the offspring of the two conflicting personalities residing in his brain. Being both good, and evil, greedy, and selfless. Dalo often frustrates himself with even the most simple choices. Often speaking as two personalities (Referring himself as we, and such) But aside from that his knowledge of the Arcane arts and fantastic stories entertain both Mage, and Warrior alike. Unlike his comrades he prefers life outside the stone walls of his order. Often traveling the world alone, or with caravans, which he gladly entertains children with his magical tricks and stories.

Personalities - He refers to his other two personalities as Da, and Lo. But their real names have long been lost to time and conflict.

Da - The Original possessor of the mind. He would be described as the "angel" on Dalo's shoulder. Speaking of peace and a life of no worries. Da, was once a skilled and respected Mage of the elements. Giveing Dalo a first hand experience with the more nature spells and powers of the Arcane Art. Although time and confict with Lo greatly reduced both Da's and Dalo's grasp on the spells. While his insight is useful, he would rather stay silent within the confines of Dalo's mind. Speaking only when he is needed.

Lo - The invader of the mind. Lo can be considered the "Devil" on the shoulder. Often speaking hateful things into Dalo's ear. Lo was once a noble man and a master of lies. His experiences gifted Dalo with a nack for lieing, and a unnature skill when it comes to the use of spending and saveing money. While Da speaks rarely, Lo speaks and mutters to Dalo often. His advice is usually ignored.

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The Land of Jast:
History-
In the beginning Jast was a lush and life filled rain forest environment and a one of the largest countries. The land was beautiful and prosperous for all who lived there with little conflict and lots of wealth. For other countries it was symbol of wealth, but not necessarily power. It was a fairly weak country that had little need for a military so when the wars started it was left almost entirely defenseless. About five years after the war, when the country was almost entirely destroyed that things took a turn for the better. A new leader lead an army forth, destroying and killing all in their path. The ruler was ruthless and had high aspirations for the country, but brought order and some peace. Soon though the people saw their true colors and what they wanted. They now live oppressed lives. The country soon advanced in technology, far surpassing that of the other countries and it's army was feared for it's blood lust and cold-hearted ways. Most of the forest's where cut away to make giant buildings, taller then those that are present today, and the beauty of the land is not replaced with cold metal. They aren't known for their magical abilities, but more for their aptitude in combat. They are now considered "evil" by almost all of the other countries and rightfully so.

Government-
The way the Jast choose their leaders is by how long their hair is. The person with the longest hair rules over all others. The first ruler was a woman and was worshiped almost like a goddess because of her beauty. She was strong in magic and was a kind and gentle ruler. She passed down the basis for ruling in the land with a gentle, but firm, hand and kindness towards their neighbors, she also established a council to keep the rulers in check. They rule until their lives end. Most of the rulers following her where very much the same, thinking of the peoples happiness and well-being before their own, though the council wasn't always looking out for the people. It wasn't until the wars started that the government became unstable. The council was constantly fighting with the ruler, until finally they had him assassinated. They went on a hunt for the person with the longest hair in the country and found a young woman who changed the country and the way the country was viewed. The councilors thought she would be easy to control but they were mistaken, she had a vast knowledge of magic, rare in that day, and she was extremely cunning. Soon the council was disbanded and killed for treason against the nation. She now rules with an iron fist, controlling the lives of her people and trying to conquer the world.

Name: Queen Nicole Anne Hartland
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 43, but looks no older then sixteen, perhaps a young looking eighteen-year-old.
Appearance:
Bio: Nicole grew up far away from a village with her mother. Her father had died three months prior to her birth so she never knew him. Most everyone had their hair cut short when there was a ruler, but her mother had her grow it out and kept it soft and beautiful, keeping her inside so she wouldn't tangle her hair in bramble. When she did go out she would put it up in a way that made it seem like she had less hair then she did, but everyone knew her hair was pretty long. When the king was assassinated they found her. Her mother had passed away four weeks after they found her so she never got to live in the palace. Her desire to rule the world came from what her mother had taught her. She was very young for a ruler since her people lived for hundreds of years before dying. More will be revealed later about her past, but that's the gist.
Personality: Her personality is odd and she doesn't seem capable of what she has done. She is good at deceiving others and doesn't feel pain for those that have lost their lives. No one has gotten close enough to know the woman and she doesn't really feel like letting others in. She doesn't let people control her, but subtly controls those close around her. More will be revealed later.

Name: Pandora Helena Valentine
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Bio: Rosaline grew up with a large family in Jast, four older brothers, two younger brothers, three older sisters, and two younger sisters; plus her mother and father for a total of thirteen family members and then herself. Her parents weren't gifted magic users and neither were her other family members, but she turned out to be very good at it, specializing in light magic. One day she was experimenting with her powers, when a spell that was to advanced for her got out of control and she ended up blinding herself. She had been fifteen at the time and since then she has been wandering, trying to increase her power and knowledge of the arts of magic and she has come far since that summer. Using her own senses she is able to pass as a normal human and it is hardly noticeable that she is blind, except when you look at her eyes.

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Thank you very much. I do like your role plays a lot so of course I'll join. :3

Name:Derunto Makien
Race:god
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:http://thebigswitch.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/cloud_strife_ffac_by_sleepar.jpg
Personality: He is kind hearted and truthful. He is very loyale and is a master of trickery though. He is goofy and carefree and enjoys fighting and having fun. He is willing to help others any way he can and is very forgiving. He can be impatient and impulsive. He is headstrong and not very intelligent. He can be cocky, arrogant and stubborn but overall is a good person,
Facts of gods: They are known to be Immortal but in truth just have eternal youth, meaning they never age after 23. They have their own world called the realm of the gods they can go from their world to the regular one.Their skin is denser than regular humans but they are not immune to harm and they heal faster than some races but not super fast. Their physically stronger and faster than humans and some races.They have the ability to fly,use magic, and change from human form to godly form.