The Legacy of the Saphire Templar (rated M)

OOC: Hello and Welcome to my roleplay, at the moment i have yet to fully plan it out but like i usually tend to do im just going to let this fly as it will for the most part, meaning i have absolutely no idea where the hell im going with this. OK, pleasentries aside lets get to buisiness...basic fantasy, im allowing any race at all, full blooded deamons angels and so on and so fourth. one thing about your character...NO GOD MODING...nothing irritates me more than some one ho thinks they are a god... anyways...character approval is required to join, fill out the template below and send it to me in a private message. This rp is rating pending...due to the fact that there may eventually be graphic descriptions of violence in future scenes I rate this M. ANd so if its going to be a maturerated RP...may as well allow the swearing too. BUT...no cyber s3x. character relationships are ok...but dont get too graphic with it. If you wouldnt do it in public...dont post it. ok....um...yeah thats about it...i allow any use of any language whether its obscene or not...cenorship is the fall of democracy. Also..if your character meets my approval...i will put your template in the following post with mine. that seems about it i think i got everything...pretty sure i did..yep...OH..because the next post is going to be character templates..DONT REPOST YOUR TEMPLATE..thats all..sit boo boo sit....good monkey

OOC: this is the tamplate:
Name:

Age:

Race:

Class:

Alignment:

Height:

Weight:

Physical Description:

Clothing:

Equipmeant:

Talents/Skills:

Powers/Abilities:

Backround Information:

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fill that out and send it to me...if i approve your character then i will post your template here.

MY CHARACTER
Name: Anuraiel

Age:???

Race:Cherub Angel

Class: Templar/Temple Master of the Crystal Realm

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height: Six Foot Five

Weight: 180

Physical Description: fair skin, muscular build, piercing blue eyes, long silver hair to his waist pulled into a ponytail with his bangs parted with a side part that covers the left side of his face. Four angel wings on his back that he can retract into his back through angelic magic.

Clothing: Long black riding coat with the pauldrens and bracers of his armor, a collapsable enchanted tower shield is hidden in the left bracer. he wears black riding boots with his greaves fused to it. he wears black pantswith chains laced around it for protection. His shirt is similar only that it bears the symbol of the Saphire Templar in blue on it.

Equipmeant: The Saphire Sword- an enchanted blade filled with the glory and power of one thousand cherubim souls. it is capable of unleashing devestating attacks when the power of the souls is released in specific patterns.

Anuraiels Revolver- this revolver was crafted to meet his specifications of fifty caliber six shot capacity and a switch blade at the end. it is fueled by dragons blood for an ignition and the primer is his own sapphire energy.

Anuraiel's Winchester- A lever action made to his specifications of seventy five caliber rounds with a one shot capacity but further modded to allow for a ten shot clip addition. the ignition and primer is the same system ass his revolver.

Talents/Skills: Guitar, strategics, swordsmanship, hunting

Powers/Abilities: Power of the Dragon Flame, Eternal Glory, Taijutsu, Breaking his Chakra Gates and Chi Flow, the Powers of the Saphire Templar, the pyric abilities granted to him by the mysterious ring on his right ring finger, alchemy

Backround Information: He hailed once from the realm of man, where enchantment did not exist, however, for ann unexplained reason, he was pulled from that realm into the realm of enchantment and caught on quickly to the way things are. He lost track of the years he has been here and has become somewhat withdrawn. Being the Temple Master of the Crystal Temple and leader of the Crystal Templars, he has realized that there are other templars of the crystals whom need to be awakened.

Goals/Ambitions: to awaken his fellow templars, to defeat evil and defend the innocent
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AKISHRA'S CHARACTER
Name: Akishra

Age: 16-ish

Race: Human

Class: Street performer, on occaison

Alignment: Calm, distrusting

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 62 kilos

Physical Description: Long blonde hair, down to her shoulder blades. Clear, blue eyes.

Clothing: Leather vest, leather pants, moccassins, and a long, black, hooded cloak that hides it all

Equipmeant: She has a dagger, but that's really all. Oh yeah, and a small pouch on her hip to hold little things.

Talents/Skills: She can sing, and can make any instrument sound calm and sweet.

Powers/Abilities: Telekenesis. *Very strong* telekenesis. It tires her if she uses it, though.

Backround Information: After being raped repeatedly by her father as a young child, she willed him away, and, to her suprise, he went. Intruiged, she develloped her powers further, eventually develloping them past all others. Now, she travels on her own, harbouring a deep mistrust of men. She'll be fine for this roleplay, if she believes she can defend herself.

Goals/Ambitions: None, really.
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DEADLYRYU'S CHARACTER
age: 341

race: Elf

class: spellsword (uses both magic and melee attacks)

alignment: none

height: 5' 8"

weight: 134

physical description: Silver hair down to her knees. Slender, curvy, indigo eyes.

clothing: ragged length of cloth slung over her body.

equipment: currently, a small dagger.

Talents: sings exceptionally well. Touching another character results in her learning everything that ever happened to said character up until that point, including all thoughts and decisions. This ability has resulted in the loss of her own memories due to the excess amount of others'. it has also given her the ability to generally predict what will happen in other character's futures, as she has a good idea of what actions they will take in life.

Goals: just wants to remember who she is.

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SERAPH PRINCESS'S CHARACTER

Name: Ayrindel

Age: ??

Race: Dragon [Drake, to be specific]

Class: Wanderer...

Alignment: Good; Childish; Protective

Height: 5'4''

Weight: 121

Physical Description: Long, dark brown hair, usually up in a ponytail, but sometimes in a loose bun or loose, with fluffy bangs that frame her face and rest abouve her eyes. She has big pircing violet eyes, which she uses to either seduce or to beg [puppy eyes] Slender; fair skinned.

Clothing: Flouncy skirt that reaches only her knees, thigh-high riding boots [complete with fold over top], Forest green tunic-like shirt with elbow lenth sleeves, and fingerless, black, riding gloves. Has a tattered, hooded cloak that she wears to conceal her weapon. Always wears a necklace of blue and green stones that supports a pendant [Winged Dragon holding a sword in hind claws]

Equipmeant:
Tourniquet: Rare strait-bladed katana, longer than usual. Black and Green cloth is wrapped around the hilt, with a little extra that hangs off as both a black ribbon and a green ribbon... which she uses to extend the reach of her blade. Hangs down her back inside of a black sheath, hilt near her right shoulder.
Pitch: a black-bladed dagger, hidden inside her left boot.


Talents/Skills: VERY good with her blade, mostly because she doesn't have any fixed style. Element of surprise, seeing as she doesn't look like she poses much of a threat. She's also very good with energy-based shields. A sneaky little thing.

Powers/Abilities: As stated, she's very good with energy-based shields. She can take her dragon form as a pale white Drake with a slightly purple tint, and during her travels she's learned many amazing remidies for healing different ailments/sickness.

Backround Information: A wanderer. Most of her past is hidden from everyone but herself, and it's a touchy subject. All that is known is she's been on her own since she was quite young, and she insists she can take care of herself... which she can... to an extent. She's tended to live her life by theiving from men whom she'd senduced or gotten what she needed by gaining sympathy using the "look I'm cute and need help" technique. She loves to irritate people. However, when she makes a friend, she'll do anything to keep them around. Very protective and caring. She is usually childish, but can be serious if need be.

Goals/Ambitions: To be accepted... to find her true calling... to fall in love

It was storming outside as he walked down the cobble stone pathway to the tavern, Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as he opened the door and went to the bar, sitting down and ordering a drink. The rain picked as the barkeep slid the drink down the bar and into his hand.

He looked around the tavern, taking in the faces of everyone around him. A long dirty brown riding coat hid his body while the collar of it was popped up to hide his face. Piercing blue eyes looked over everyone in the tavern, searching for ones that were...diferent from the others.

Akishra was sitting in the bar, not happy about being there and wanting to hide her identity. She had the hood on her cloak pulled over her head, hiding her face and hair, and was leaning foreward slightly, effectively hiding her breasts, as well. She had nothing infront of her, not having money to afford anything. She could always sing for something, but that only ever got her peanuts.

Scanning the bar, she saw one man with blue eyes, who also seemed to be trying to hide. Not spending too much time looking at him, she continued her scan of the bar, though her eyes kept returning to the man. She was curious. She wondered why he would want to hide.

((lol i just realized that my character is a cross of both of yours! fyi, i didnt read your profiles until like 2 min. after i posted my profile to you^^))

The door of the tavern flew open, and the thunder roared in protest to her taking shelter. She was clothed only in a ragged length of cloth, barely covering what need be covered. her ankle length silver hair dragged on the ground from her stooping,and she had barely stumbled two faulty steps before she collapsed in the doorway, her indigo eyes glistening brightly before they closed.

Akishra whipped her head around to look at the new girl, wondering who it was. Standing, she walked slowly over to the girl, bending on one knee and extending a slender, though nonetheless muscular, arm to the woman's forehead, touching it gently, wondering what happened. Lifting the girl's eyelids, she observed her pupils, then opened her mouth to see the colour of her tongue. She put her fingers to the woman's neck to check her pulse. Standing up, she looked at the woman, and lifted her into the air with her telekenesis. Looking at the bartender, she asked, a little urgently, but with authority, 'Can you get me to a room?'

There was the jingling of coins hitting the counter as the silver haired man got up. "Come with me," he said. His eyes were piercing, as though they saw straight through to the very core of who she was, yet there was a gentleness to them. The tails of his coat swirled behind him as he took the keys to a room from the barkeep and tossed a key from the ring to Akishra.

His commanding air was that of a militant leader, though his dirty brown coat and scrffy appearance stated otherwise. HIs looks were not that of one commanding armies but more those of a common bum. There was a ring on his left index fingerthat had a star surrounded by flames, and on his right ring finger was a signet ring that bore an iron cross.

He stopped at the stairs to the room, returning that gentle yet piercing gaze once more to Akishra. "Are you coming or are you just going to stand there levitating her?" He asked.

The small crowd in the tavern seemed more interested in their drunken banter than of the ogins on of the three strangers upon whom fate was weaving their threads to be intertwined.

Eyes flashing, Akishra followed the man, pushing the woman infront of her. 'You could do to be a bit politer,' she said. Nevertheless, she followed the man upstairs, wondering who he was and what was going on.

He opened the door. "I apologize for my tone," he said as he opened the door. As he walked there was a sound of gold coins jingling in a pouch, metal clanking against metal, and the thud of his heavy boots against the wooden floor of the tavern's inn.

"Set her down on the bed," he said as he tossed his key on the table. When he turned around again he cast his gaze upon the unconcious elf. His eyes flashed and seemed to penetrate beyond the core of her being. "so...she is one..." he said softly under his breath.

Akishra was at first annoyed -- she knew what she was doing. But she gave it no further thought, and lay the woman down, then went to her, checking on her condition. Looking back at the man, she said, 'I'll need some water, as well as a cloth. Can you get those?'

He was one step ahead of her, setting both down next to her. "I'll leave this to you then," he looked into her eyes, "Take very good care of her." That being said he went to the fire place and began to build a fire. The clicking of his flint stones were as steady as the ticking of the clock on the wall. After a while he looked back to see if she was looking to him before he placed a hand on a log and pressed against it, causing it to flare up and catch.

((I just realized that I forgot a few things about him in my character template >.< ))

Akishra lifted a peice of the telekenesis from the fire, and dipped it into the bowl of water. The water hissed, and steam flew up, but it did what she wanted -- the water became warm. Dipping the cloth into it and wrigging it of excess moisture, she left it on the elf's forehead, and again examined her, this time looking for any injuries that could have caused her collapse.

He looked over at her. "So whats your name?" He asked her as he got up and walked over to her, obserbing her administrations to the unconcious elf.

'Akishra,' she said, half distracted. She continued to look, making sure she missed nothing. Sometimes, very small wounds could cause problems. Glancing up at the man as she moved around to the other side of the elf, she said, 'I'll just wait for you to volunteer yours, then, shall I?' She said this indifferently, still looking at the elf.

"My name is unimportant for now," he said. he went to unconscience, scanning her body with celestial eyes, searching for traces of poison in her blood. Changing the way he scanned her body, he saw a faint red glow emminating from around her, faint but strong.

"Whoever she is...shes going to be alright," he said.

Akishra nodded absentmindedly. 'If your name is unimportant,' she said, 'I wonder just how useful mine was.' Lifting the cloth over the woman's leg slightly, she squinted at something, trying to see it better.

"Anuraiel..." he said as he leaned over to try to se what had caught her attention. "Find something?" he asked her

Glancing up at him, she said a quick 'Hello, Anuraiel,' before looking back. 'I believe so...A small needle hole, right here,' she said, pointing.

he put his hand over the needle hole, a bright blue glow eminating from his hand as whatever the needle put in her was expelled from her body. After all of whatever it was was taken out he glow became a darker blue as the hole began to heal.

Akishra chewed her lip, knowing what the man did, and her eyes became somewhat stormy. 'Sorry to say,' she said, 'that that would have done little good. It's already done it's damage.' She sighed. 'Why did it have to be adenophase?'