The War of Imairace

shadowman55 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **shadowman55** on Sat Jul 18, 2009 12:37 pm

(Back in the ancient times, Humans lived out in the open plains, lords to farming and openness. The Dwarves lived in the mountains, kings of forging and rock. Elves lived among the trees, lords to the peace and trees. Dragons ruled the open skies, keeping mostly their affairs to themselves. Angels ruled the Heavens, never daring to interfere unless needed. Demons ruled below the lands, in Hell, trying to cause problems. Werewolves and Vampires were never rulers to anything, always spending time in and out of other societies. One day, an ancient vampire, named Ronalias wanted to rule the world, but he couldn't with the other races living in peace and harmony, so, making a deal with the leader of Demons, Taris, he agreed to rule the world, letting Taris let his Demons free. For thousands of years, Chaos ensued. Then, the legendary Goddess of the Moon, Luna came forth to one member of every race, asking that they band together to stop Ronalias and Taris. So with seven members, they led the way to a bright hope. This is their story.)

Name:
Age:
Race:
Lover (If Any.):
Weapon:
Physical Appearance:
Personality:
History:

I will use mine as one.

Name: Tai Marcus
Age: 23
Race: Human
Lover (If Any.): None at the moment.
Weapon: A Greatsword.
Physical Appearance: at 5'7, he's not tall, but he's strong. He has a slightly muscular build, from training under the greatest warrior, Artemis Tyclan. He has long white hair that reaches his shoulder. He has deep brown eyes, fierce from training, but still soft for certain people. He has a scar on his shoulder, from when he was stabbed in training. He wears a white sleeveless shirt, light denim jeans, and black combat boots. He has a necklace, given to him by his best friend, . He fell in love with her, but she loves another man. So he accepts that he may forever be alone.
Personality: Tai is quiet and faithful, sworn to protect the innocent. He is a great leader and remains strong. He has no sense of humor, his expression serious. He doesn't like to reveal his past, letting very few know the personal him.
History: Tai is rather quiet about his past, so it will come out in portions instead of at once.

Nightia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nightia** on Sat Jul 18, 2009 2:03 pm

Name: Keen Miyel
Age: 55 (Though appears around 26)
Race: Elf
Lover: None at the moment
Weapon: A broadsword, though plain in appearance.
Physical Appearance: Keen's eyes are an unusual blue-grey color, and are very large and round, but slightly slanted down. Her hair is auburn, reaching down to mid-back. Keen has cream colored skin, not really pale, and not exactly tanned. She is about 5'9, rather slim, but with strong arms and legs. Her ears are pointed as with most elves.
Personality: Keen isn't your average elf, adverse to the peace with most of her race are so fond of. She is hot-tempered and quick to argue. Though she has a strong honor system, and despises stealing and related crimes, though she delights in an open battle. She
has her faults, a very jealous nature, especially towards those with close relations, like a brother, or even parents. Keen doesn't 'keep cool' in an unexpected event, though a panic reaction isn't in her intentions either. In situations like this, she will leap into frenzied action, though perhaps not wise. Since, unfortunately, this doesn't leave time for questions.
History: Keen and her nonidentical twin brother, Tant, were rather close, until Keen made the mistake of falling in love. Furious that she didn't trust his judgement after she met him, Tant severed ties with her, and sort of became... A pirate. Mostly land based, due to the elven realm's location, though soon he began drifting towards were the humans dwelled, and she lost contact. It turned out that he had been right, and the elf she loved turned out to be liar, and an excellent manipulator, who didn't care for her at all. Keen went on a sort of quest to find her brother, when finally after not finding him, she began to believe that he would have become much the same. Determined to persevere after all the deceit surrounding her, her past is mostly responsible for Keen's strict honor complex.

shadowman55 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **shadowman55** on Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:05 pm

Alright. I guess that works. I want to start with the seven members before we go starting the game. I forgot to add one from the evil teams too, so. So we have Tai the Human, Keen the Elf, and we need more. We'll just have to wait. Each player will start in their own area. So Tai will start in the plains, Keen in the trees, a Dwarf in the mountains, so on and so forth.

Gordatron2000 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gordatron2000** on Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:21 am

Name: Somo
Age: The count of such passings are considered unconstructive by demons. In the mid to low hundreds perhaps?
[b]Race[/b]: Demon
Lover: one night stands mostly
Weapon: Somo considers weapons beneath him preferring his demonic powers to bend darkness, external and internal, to his will. If all else fails his true form has some nasty talons and a whip of a tail.
Physical Appearance: Somo prefers to travel in the guise of a clean shaven man with sensual lips, a pronounced chin, deepest eyes and hooked nose. He stands with fine cloths at less than average build and height. His demon form is of powerful girth, human height and ruddy skin. His humanoid face, otherwise hard, masculine and attractive, is ruined by a pair of mandibles and three small horns, like fingernails turned to thorns. His eyes are dark and his legs carry an extra joint. His hands are like talons and his tail is sharp, agile, thin, muscular and glistening, approximately three and a half feet in length.
Personality: Somo is a demon, and, although he is not diabolically evil as such he is inherently selfish, greedy, sadistic, wrathful, unethical, and downright vile, but at least he is straightforward about his depravity, when not lying or hypocritical. He is sticky-sweet and repulsive at the same time, smooth, slick, and unsettling. Despite all this there exists both good an evil in all creatures, though Somo would not admit it.
History: Somo revels in the tyranny and malevolence of the established order and has always worked only towards self interest. He isn’t much for killing, chaos, bloodshed and so on, and instead he inclines toward the autocracy of hell. He has enjoyed biding his time indolently gaining the favor of fiendish powers and advancing in strength himself, mostly by pitting his rivals against one another. Initially a mere tormenter of the damned Somo specialized in mental torture, nightmares and delusions and such. He used his talents to gain leverage over his supervisors and ascended onto the low rungs of Hell’s hierarchy.

shadowman55 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **shadowman55** on Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:07 am

Great, we now have A human, an elf, and a demon. Anyone else want to join? Still need, Angel, Vampire, Werewolf, Dwarf, and Dragon. As soon as we have indeed gotten our seven characters (Yes, others will be accepted, but will not be of the circle of seven.) we will start the game. If you find a lover during the game, do not fret about not being with them. You can ask the owner of said character to maybe be lovers. Good luck.

OniIgnasha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **OniIgnasha** on Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:25 pm

Name: Ariel
Age: 20
Race: Angel
Lover (If Any.): None at the moment.
Weapon: Two matching silver scimitars with mahogany hilts.
Physical Appearance: Ariel had long dark brown curly hair, smooth as silk. Her eyes are a deep brown and her skin is lightly tanned, making her a bit darker then most. She is just over average height, being five feet six inches tall. She weighs just over one hundred pounds, being slim and slender, but built nicely with fluent curves. She wears a black silk wrap for a top, black cloth pants and dark brown leather boots, they are sturdy yet flexible.
Personality: She is kind and sweet, loving and always willing to help others. Being a bit shy she finds it hard to make friends, but tried when she can. She makes a fool out of herself often around large groups of people, but makes up for it later in her knowledge of the world and her skills in battle.
History: Ariel started out as just a human, but after she was repeatedly raped the Goddess Luna looked upon her as someone who needed help, and who could give help. Tapping into her own power, Luna made Ariel into an Angel, giving the girl power far past her abilities as a human Witch and Magi. She was sent into the world to save those who did not know they needed to be saved, winning many friends, but gaining much heart break in her travels. Now she has been sent for the Angels, being the only Angel of Luna and the Goddess trying to save the planet, the goddess knew her angel was the right one for the job.

AlexandriaClaire · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AlexandriaClaire** on Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:59 pm

Name: Alexandria
Age: 597
Race: Vampire
Lover:No longer has one
Physical Appearance: Long hair cloaks her strong body. She is short for a vampire at only 5'7, and has light honey colored eyes. Her outfit consists of demon bones,and elven spun silk, and dragon metal. Her body is decorated with many many tattoos and the royal band on her forehead.
Weapon(s): The twin blades of Poder, speed, agility, telepathy, flying, trance, seduction, strength.
Personality: Stubborn, honorable, charming, intelligent.
History: She is a dark princess. Her father Del Val rules over all the vampires and keeps them in line. She has been trained by the best and wanted by the strongest. She has never been satisfied with just being a princess on a thrown. She left her castle and her father screaming after her. She wants to stop the endless destruction that her father has not wanted to deal with. She wears gifts from others races that had helped secure a peaceful time and will hopefully help again. Her lover refused to go with her, so now, he is dead to her forever. She doesn't broadcast who she is, but there is no hiding that she is a vampire. She can walk during the day, the demon bones help protect her from the sun.

shadowman55 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **shadowman55** on Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:34 am

Okay, we need two more characters before we can start. If you are interested in another RP, look in my signature for one called High Virus. Please put character info in OOC and the RP has started in the IC. Feel free to join in as you desire.

Horsk · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Horsk** on Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:54 am

(( I'm guessing I can just join? If not shoo me away ))

Name: Jualson Brundabare
Age: 49
Race: Dwarven
Lover: Lendra Brundabare
Weapon: Two silver, finely crafted -one handed- war axes.
Physical Appearance: Stout, well as stout as any other dwarf. His hair and beard is a dark, grey colour as are his eyes. Jualson's hair is loose and ragged, his beard joins on from his sideburns and hangs several inches from his chin. A fine metallic beard clasp holds his beard in shape. With one main flow of hair, and several offshoots that Jualson could not be bothered to tend to. Unlike most dwarves his beard is not in great shape, and surprisingly he doesn't favor it much.
Personality: An upbeat dwarf, Jualson often laughs. He has a loud croaky laugh which rings through his chest. As most dwarves Jualson finds the strangest of things funny, such as pain, beating and war. He enjoys putting his enemies in pain, and will have a good joke about it. When Jualson makes a friend he enters a dwarven bond, a pact in which he will protect them no matter what. He values friendship almost as much as he values his axe. Jualson doesn't mind that he fits the loud, cocky dwarven stereotype that the other races, especially humans, have of them.
History: Raised by the his father 'Lord Freidral Brundabare' in the forge city of Kulkor'Dar, Jualson always understood the importance of good weaponry, armour and a strong way of fighting. His father, being a Lord often went to war and to fight, leaving Jualson to learn from his mother the ways of the world. On his fourteenth birthday, Freidral came home from months of fighting, carrying a small skull with a crack down the forehead. To this day Jualson doesn't know what the skull came from, but he treasure it more than any of his possessions and has it fixed on every new weapon he creates in his forge, whenever he returns home to his mother and father. Being the son of a Lord, Jualson could afford the finest metals and the finest tools, so his armour and weaponry is in great repair and quality. He met Lendra when he was twenty-seven, and they married five years later, he was thirty-two.

shadowman55 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **shadowman55** on Sun Jul 26, 2009 10:00 am

(OOC: You're in. I will rarely tell someone out unless I know they are not good for the RP. Welcome in.)

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