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Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Pantsmaster on Thu Sep 13, 2007 2:58 pm

Long ago, When all the realms of existence where separated. A odd rift thought the fabric of time had opened called Spirt Void. The gods of all the reals where the first to cross into. When they found out about the new realms they boasted about how superior there realms where and said that no one could have better. The other gods boasted back, but the gods could not prove there words since they would not step into another gods realm and risk being proven wrong, So the gods copied all the magic, technology, creatures, plants and all kinds of other things from there worlds. Then the god built a new strange world they called "Gallery of the Gods". They poured all the things they had copied into this new distorted world. But this only lead to more fighting.
So the gods constantly fought in the Void. But then, The child goddess of innocence, Mayla. She pointed out what the gods where doing. The gods where speechless from being proved wrong by the weakest of them all. So the gods decided to destroy the gallery. But Zenrath, God of Profits had a vision of a odd power spreading through all of existence destroying everything. The only way to prevent this was to seal the gallery and the first mortal who stepped into the gallery would use its power to save all the words from this fate. They left 21 divine beings to guard this place. But....some times..things just dont go the way they where planned........
Now, Many moons later. Many reals are suffering from a unknown force. Portals are opening every where and waves of monsters and other vile creations are wreaking havoc. Some worlds sent there heros through the portals to try and stop the waves. Others have fled in terror and some even dubbed it the end of time.
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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Downhaven on Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:20 pm

Name: Prince of Nothing (Not actually a prince, just a title.)
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Fay.
Personality: Believes in nothing, that there is not point other then the simple please of acting on his current whims.
Appearance: The Prince stands at approximately 6 feet, and weighs somewhere from 200-230 lbs. Wearing a long and tattered komono that is stained with blood. He also has literally bright white hair, and goes everywhere barefoot.
Bio: (Long or short.) Again the Prince believes in nothing. He is not a good person, his is just a meaningless existence. Some creatures have dubbed him the "Prince of Nothing" for they think that maybe through him they can find a reason to live. This is what he wants in his life, but he is yet to find such peace.
Items: What he needs he either finds, takes, or if he must...make.
Weapons: (If any.) Only one, its is the Butterfly Sword. It has a couple special abilities though, it can create yellow winged butterflys at will that the Prince can use as an illusion to dodge or mask his attacks. It has another ability that he may only call on once per day, this is called "Scatter" and he must raise the blade to his lips and whisper that word to it. The blade then melts away into blood red butterflys that cut straight through his opponent. Afterwards it reforms into his sword.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

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((Some one joined? You can start when/ where ever you like.))

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Visda on Wed Sep 26, 2007 9:11 pm

Name: Trisana Delanor
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Half-Seelie, half brownie
Personality: She is a loner most of the time, not welcome in either realm of her parents. As a result, she spends most of her time hidden deep in the woods and can be very mischevious to people passing through her area of woods. She likes to play tricks, especially if it ends up with her gathering shiny things or anything that pleases her. A girl on her own has needs, and tricks tend to get those needs satisfied.
Appearance: Tris has light brown skin with a slightly greenish tint. Her hair is the a deep auburn that changes during the year, light in the summer, dark in the winter. She is on the smaller side, taking after her brownie ancestory. She stands at 3 feet, 8 inches, but is very slender and curvy.
Bio: Not accepted by either parent's court, Tris was raised pretty much in solitude. When she reached the age she could venture on her own, she did, taking off on her own. She found a quiet little woodland where she took over and settled in, taking care of herself and playing tricks on those dumb enough to wander in through her area.
Items: One gift of her parents was that she needed very little to get by on. She has a bag that contains a couple outfits, food, and other little necessities that she normally took with her when she ventured any distance from her home.
Weapons: She has a blow dart pipe and a sack of little feathered darts, all dipped in a rather powerful poison, and several small daggers attached to her in several places.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

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((Sorry I have not been online, my comp broke down. Just start off in the world or realm your char is from and I will advance the plot from there.))

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

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Age: 28
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Personality: unlike his appearence makes out, he is quite friendly but can be decieving sometimes, likes to be alone sometimes, but does like people near by.
Appearance: WereWolf like body with silver fur, silver eyes and silver ears, the dragon tail has black scales with a spike-like tip
Bio: (Long or short.) was cast out as soon as he was born, he trained and looked around for somewhere to go, soon, 28 years later, he was passing by his old village, his mother had spotted him and begged him for his forgiveness and for him to help fight the fiends
Items: an outfit that was thrown together with things he can wear, to cover some certain parts.
Weapons: (If any) teeth, claws, tail and a manipulative power over fire, he also has a large scimitar he calls "Hunt".
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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Visda on Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:05 am

Trisana, or Tris, dangled down from the branch she had been sitting on, her two legs wrapped around the branch as the rest of her body was under it. She laughed and taunted the boy who had come stumbling into her reach. She had swiped all the arrows from his quiver without his knowledge and now dangled them just out of his reach. It was hilarious, for her at least. "Come to hunt in my woods, boy? These woods aren't safe for a little boy like you.. things just seem to happen to little ones that come stumbling in here. Make a fair trade and I'll let you have your toys and be on your way from my woods.." she continued to dangle the arrows just above his fingertips as he jumped to get them. She laughed and he turned red. She was just about the same height as him but she had the ability to climb much better then this silly little human. Finally he gave up and started searching around for something to trade off. "Here! Have this for my arrows?" he held up a coin with a leather loop through it. "Its from another world.." She hooked the loop on an arrow and pulled it up, dropping a couple of the arrows. She looked it over and nodded, it was shiny and pretty enough to trade for. "Have your arrows and have your way out but do not come back or I won't be so nice!" she threatened, dropping the rest of the arrows and making him dance back to avoid getting hit by them.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mr. Devious on Wed Oct 03, 2007 1:02 pm

Name: Pantaleon

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Species: Drakar

Personality: A condescending asshole. He's very cynical too. He usually travels alone, unless others can just accept him for who he is. He isn't particularly mean, but he does have a temper that should NOT be tested. He isn't evil, or for that matter good, hell, he's not neutral either. I guess you could say, he does what he wants, when he wants.Honestly, he doesn't even care for any realm.

Appearance: As any normal Drakar, he stands at a tall, 6'3. He usually wears a white loose fitting vest, that goes down to his calves. The bottoms he wears are a baggy white pair of pants. One of his wings, was severed in a battle many years ago, in his extreme youth. Since then, he's remover that wing, yet still has another, pretty useless for flight however. On the back of the vest, there are two circular symbols that stand for "Rebel the Gods"

Bio: Obviously, not your normal child. Pantaleon was raised in a realm, where moronic races battled eachother for control of the realm, or so they thought. When he was young, he was forced to fight alongside his people. Being an 11 year old in the middle of a battlefield, wasn't the run of the mill childhood. As mentioned, when he was in battle, one of his wings was so badly damaged, he later needed to have it removed. When he came of age, and realized that he should believe in no one but himself, he chose to leave. His people did not like that. Basically, he had to fight his way out, in which he did. He barely escaped, his body was bloody and bruised, but he would live to fight another day. Now, he could be considered a wanderer. Going where he wishes, and doing what he wishes. He does things he needs to, to survive. He takes merc jobs every now and then, when in need of a large amount of money. But usually, if you catch a glimpse of him, it would be at a local pub.

Items: Just a coin that he takes with him everywhere. When in solitude, he will usually flip it, or, he'll use it when he's faced with a difficult decision, his words "It's the easiest way to make a decision, let fate decide."

Weapons: Slung on his lower waist are a pair of Katanas, that shape an "X" behind him. The sheath of the on on the right has a symbol that says "Carnage" and the one on the left has a symbol that says "Chaos"


*Extra-Drakar: a race of demi-humans, their figure and stance is much like that of a human, but their features lean more towards that of dragons, the shape of a drakars head matches a dragon, as does the colored scales that cover their skin, all drakar are born with horns, the types of horns vary from drakar to drakar. Another dead give away is their tails, which protrude about three to four feet from their body, Drakar are typically considered large when compared to humans, they usually stand at Six feet tall, and the build of their muscles are toned and show from under the scaly skin, Drakar have wings, just as dragons, however, Drakar aren't very agile or fast flyers, and as a result, one too heavy will have no use for wings. The foot of a Drakar has four toes, one of them being on the back of the foot, and each toe is tipped with a claw that is usually worn down over years of walking. Much like a human, they also have five fingers, each with claws.
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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Pantsmaster on Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:54 pm

(( Comp problems over.))

Just outside the forest where a little bo was being picked on. A young fair girl with long red hair and in a tattered white rob ran for all she was worth and grasped a plain wood staff. She almost looked like she was about to break out in tears. She quickly looked behind her to she three figures running after her. They all wore black tunics and different colored scarfs and arm guards. Other than the black tunics they wert very color coordinated. There faces where covered mostly by thin cloth wrapped around there head. One carried a sword, another a bow and he was trying to reach for an arrow while running and the last just had a wooden club. “ What do you want from me?!” the girl scream as she tried to avoid them. “ Run faster you dolts!” Said the figure with the sword.” “Im trying!” Bellowed the slightly chubby one with the stick.”“ Yeah It’s a little hard to shoot a bow while running!” As the archer tried to grab an arrow from his side. The girl ran strait into the brush trying to lose her attackers. The one with the sword dove head first into the undergrowth while the chubby one slowed down and gently climbed over the tangled limbs. The third just stopped at the border of the woods and took aim, trying to get a good shot at the girl.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Visda on Thu Oct 04, 2007 8:42 pm

Tris swung back up onto the branch, sitting with her legs swinging as she played with her new coin. It was then that she heard the commotion on the outskirts of her woods. She frowned and grumbled, getting up to stand on her branch. "What is this, mess with my woods day?" She brought out her blow darts and lined one up to be ready as she made her way through the trees toward the sound. She sat on the branch she ended up on and took stock of the situation. It really wasn't fair, three men vs one girl. Tris decided to have a bit of fun and even the scores a little bit. She took aim for one of the men, the one who was launching arrows in to her woods and gave a hard puff of air to set the dart flying. If it hit, it would knock the man unconscious, maybe kill him if he was unlucky. Instead of waiting to see if the dart hit the first man, she lined up the second dart on her pipe and looked for chubbier slower guy. Another puff of air, another dart on it's flight.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

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"Argh! Stupid coin...stupid fate." Pantaleon spoke to himself. He had a choice to go here, or to another realm, he used his coin to decide. Of course, he came to this backwoods forest area. "Stupid thi-"

Suddenly he heard the voice of a little girl. Using trurning his body, he looked toward the area where the sound came from. Right when he had looked, a man with a sword dove into the bushes, obviously chasing said little girl. "Thats quite odd..."

The other thing that made him wonder what the hell was going on, was the fact that he heard something being shot, sounding like a blow dart. His vision picked up on the darts heading for the fat man with a club, and an archer.

"To help? Or not to help, that is the question." He said as he flipped the coin. If it was heads, he'd be fighting. The coin flipped in the air seemingly forever. When it finally landed into his hand, he opened up his palm and looked. "The fates have decided." He said pulling out his katana, Carnage. He ran and lept into the bushes after the man with the sword, to protect the child.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Pantsmaster on Fri Oct 05, 2007 5:50 am

The girl ran fast as an arrow zoomed right by her. The archer had a clean head shot and flinched his bow. Then with a prick, something hit him in the neck. “What the?....” He stopped as he looked at the tiny dart. “Wa? Waaa?.” His vison went blurry and he tried to sift throughout his pocket for some herbs. He fell to one knee trying to steady himself. The fat one herd a blowing nosie and looked up . A drat just missed his nose. He started to run thought the bushes, wailing. The one with the sword stopped to face the stranger and took a battle stance.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Visda on Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:51 am

Tris watched the reaction of the men after she had fired off the dart and giggled. Oh, men always had the funniest faces. She waited until she was sure the first man was down to his knees and slid down out of the tree. She came in slowly, watching him and keeping an eye out for any of his cohorts to come back. "Well now you'll know not to come in my woods! You're trespassing and I don't think kindly on that. This was a warning now go away and don't come back!" she quickly ran up and passed him, grabbing the dart as she went. She went in search for her other dart, grumbling that she had to search in the bush. She finally got it and went back over to shimmy up a tree. It was safer and easier for her to get around up there. It was practically a highway for her and soon enough she caught up to where the rest of the fight was occurring. "What the?" she grumbled as another man appeared in her woods. "This is starting to get very aggravating.. Can't these people get out of my woods!" She decided to wait to deal with whoever won this little scuffle. She went to search for the girl. It wasn't hard to find her, after all, she too was an invader in the peace and quiet of Tris's woods. Tris, oddly enough, felt a bit of sympathy for the girl and instead of just darting her right away, she swung down from the tree and stood with hands on hips. "Now what are you doing bringing all these men to my woods?" she grumbled at the girl, using just a bit of power to make herself glow like the fey she was. It tended to scare and awe girls for some reason.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

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Pantaleon looked at the man with the sword. His stance may have been efficient, but showed flaws. Although he saw them, he wasn't the person to underestimate anyone. "Well, let me just say...I know it is fate that you will be defeated here." He said with his thoughts on the coin. He pulled out Carnage. "It is itme." He rushed into his opponent, doing a 360, taking a swipe at him with the clawed side of his wing, and the lower part of his feet with his tail, then continuing the spin, he brought his blade down vertically with all of the momentum gained during the spin.

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Re: Gallery of the Gods

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*sitting at the edge of a woods, i smell some others at the other side, and wonder whether to go in, i know that all woods belong to someone, just who these woods belong to i cannot tell, i step in and tap a tree and wait for a response, i know that they are busy with others but i know going around these woods wouldn't be that easy, so i sit on a fallen branch and pick up a thick stick and start carving something*

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The girl almost broke out into tears. “I ww..as just trying to get away, Im not going to do anything to you.” Back at the fight, The man with the sword was caught off guard and managed to parry the attack somewhat but fell to the ground and rolled to the left. The person with the stick came running at him swinging his club at the one winged person.

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"Now your odds just got a little bit higher eh?" Pantaleon said as the man with the club rushed him. "Foolish being, never...RUSH!" He said spinning, swiping his wing at him and taking a slash at the mans back, while simutaneously taking out his other blade and thrusting it down toward the swordsman on the ground.

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my ears pick up the sound of talking, and of a female, seemingly in trouble, i rush over through the woods, knowing there is someone in here who won't like me being here, i notice a girl on her own, looking quite terrified, who goes off with someone who smells partially of a brownie but something else aswel which i haven't took in the scent of yet. I also notice a bowman mixing herbs and eating them as quick as he could, he was obviously poisoned, i sniffed at what poisoned him, and what herbs he has, i cannot tell which herbs he needs to cure himself but just from smell alone, i can tell he hasn't got it, making a cure that would work out of what he has would be almost impossible. I consider killing him, or letting him suffer.
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Re: Gallery of the Gods

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Pantsmaster on Tue Oct 09, 2007 9:08 pm

((Um...that guy with a sword is still in the middle of a fight. And you made him run off and attack someone. Just don’t use other people’s chars that you don’t control, because I could make Pantaleon’s attack kill the guy with the sword and you just posted him alive. ))

The swords man on the ground had very little time to react. Not enough to save himself but just enough to bring his blade around and slash at Pantaleon’s arm with is no holding on to a blade that had stuck into him. The bigger man only raised his stick to block the wing and the blade cut the bottom of his arm. He fell over in and tried to scurry away. The archer was shoving herbs down his thought trying to evade the poison.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Visda on Tue Oct 09, 2007 10:14 pm

Tris looked down at the girl and decided to have a little bit of sympathy. She was fairly certain that at least the girl would not spread the rumor that she had a heart. "Come on.. lets get you away from here then. Then we can figure out some way you can repay for trespassing" she grumbled out, trying to pretend that she wasn't actually helping but merely doing something for a future payoff. "This way.." she dashed in between a couple of bushes, heading further into the heart of her woods. The wonderful thing about playing on her turf, she knew every stick, stone, and branch of the woods and little places that no one else could find without a lot more work. She led down an old deer path until the sounds of fighting were distant behind them. "Who are you and who were those men?" she asked, fairly jogging along the path, her feet barely leaving any track in the loam and leaf litter of the woods.

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