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Welcome to My Lovely Offering of Role-Playing~!
Borrowing an idea from a role-player, by the name of Krotar(hope it's okay I mentioned his current username), I decided to make one of these lovely shops for this lovely offer; a role-player! Believe it or not, everyone has role-played at some point in there life. Think about it, and you'll understand, any hoo, back to matters at hand. Mostly because I hate to be bored, and, for some reason, extremely patient with dead role-plays to revive themselves(which they never have), I decided to offer my sevices to all of Gaia! Another Role-Player for hire!!
My 'Requirements':
1. My number one, and absolute certainy, is, I donnot join role-plays that allow God-Moderation. I hate it, and it is totally unfair. I've dealt with God-Mods, and have snapped at a God-Mod-er before, and I'd rather not do so again.
2. I'm fairly good at getting along with others. I've never virtually smacked someone over a role-play(the god-mod incident was more of a beat-down), and will go along with just about anything...
3. I'm not a role-player of role-plays that are inspired by anime, though I am a huge anime fan, it just feels wrong to role-play it. Of course, if I've never heard of it, and no experience with the show is needed to role-play with it, then all that is, is not telling me it's from a real anime.
4. Trust and believe in me when I say this--I specialize in one-on-one role-plays, and mildly crowded role-plays. Something that gets 20 pages in less than three days, I will not be able to follow it because I have school during the week days.
5. Which brings me to say, my hours are, at approximation, the time I can do during a week day, during the school year, is five hours, at least. During the weekend(excluding Friday), as much as twenty-one hours.
6. I am not a war, apcolyptic, EPIC-FIGHTER, or ULTIMATE MORTAL KOMBAT role-player. Sure, if there is a conflict that involves fighting, I'm okay with that, but a role-play that takes more of a fantasy/romantic(within limitation) is more up my alley. I'm not a mecha role-player. At all. Only thing close to that would be android role-plays...
7. I'm involved within a Guild quite strongly, so, if you feel that I'm not posting suffieciently, I'm either there, or replying to a bunch of private message role-plays I have(so, if you want a one-on-one PM role-play, note that I have a lot to get through)
8. My vocabulary is extensive, and my spelling is...accurate. I'm not perfect with spelling, but I try my best(I'm not allowed to install a toolbar). I am not an advanced-literate role-player, but I can post a good amount of greatness when pushed to the task. I can be as literate as need be, or do a simple list role-play.
9. Feel free to fire me if you feel that I'm lacking in whatever you are looking for in a role-player. It doesn't bother me at all, just please give me a reason along with why you fired me. *You will get a full refund with your firing me, but you only get half back if no reason is given*
10. I can be a normal role-player, advanced role-player. I can multi-task a number of characters, the most I have taken on so far at a time is seven. I will role-play anything required that does not violate the Gaia ToS. That includes Yaoi, Yuri, Slave, and Semi-Perv(minimal stripping) role-plays. Since I am only a hired role-player, do not ask that I manage your role-play, unless you need me to stand in your place.
That is all so far. Any additional things will be added promptly
My resume:
School Setting *'Talented' Youths* Role-Play Character:-
VIP GUILD: St Sandor'ez: High School for Magic
Username:
Moquien
Name:
Arisu Harutori
Age:
16
Gender:
male
Year Level:
11
Power:
can channel/see/communicate with dead spirits
Classes:
Authorship, Theater, SOSE, Calculus, Jazz Chior, Magic Studies, Softball, Science
Hobbies:
drawing, and performing
Appearance:
Bio:
Arisu didn't enjoy his ability, and often wished he didn't have it. He had no control and often go into seizures when channeling a dead spirit. His parents were often concerned with Arisu's strange behaviors, they didn't believe of his ability, they thought he had a mental disorder. The way they persisted the situation like that, Arisu began to believe it himself, but when he a certain ghost took possession of his body, he realized what he could do was real. In school, the subjects were surprisingly too easy, so when he heard of St. Sandor`ez, it sounded like a dream come true. Only thing is, Arisu lived in Vermont, so he still has some trouble with the considerably warmer climate. He has much more control over his abilities and epically loves Theater. His favorite play is 'Phantom of the Opera'.
Moquien
Name:
Arisu Harutori
Age:
16
Gender:
male
Year Level:
11
Power:
can channel/see/communicate with dead spirits
Classes:
Authorship, Theater, SOSE, Calculus, Jazz Chior, Magic Studies, Softball, Science
Hobbies:
drawing, and performing
Appearance:
Bio:
Arisu didn't enjoy his ability, and often wished he didn't have it. He had no control and often go into seizures when channeling a dead spirit. His parents were often concerned with Arisu's strange behaviors, they didn't believe of his ability, they thought he had a mental disorder. The way they persisted the situation like that, Arisu began to believe it himself, but when he a certain ghost took possession of his body, he realized what he could do was real. In school, the subjects were surprisingly too easy, so when he heard of St. Sandor`ez, it sounded like a dream come true. Only thing is, Arisu lived in Vermont, so he still has some trouble with the considerably warmer climate. He has much more control over his abilities and epically loves Theater. His favorite play is 'Phantom of the Opera'.
Example of Role-Play Skills in ^above^ genre:
VIP GUILD= 雪の嵐の学校: School in the Snow Storm
Iijima pulled at his hair a little bit in nervousness as he stared up at the school. He grabbed his suitcase and walked up to the building. A guard sighed and showed him to his dorm room. Iijima nodded to the guard in thanks and went in the room. He put his suitcase on one of the beds and looked around, he thought it was a little on the rich side for his tastes. His information was slid under the door by who knows?
Iijima picked up the stuff and looked through it idly. He sat down on his bed and read over the map, memorizing it to the best of his ability. He put the key around his neck,and slid his ID into his pocket. He picked up his map and schedule, and decided to find out where everything is. He left his dorm, and locked the door before leaving the dorm house. He walked into the Main Building and noticed someone there.
*~*~*~*~*~
Luca was in his dorm reading over student profiles and schedules, to find out which students he had when, and their learning capabilities. "Well, the new ones seem to be pretty smart..they'll fit in here just fine." he said to himself and smiled. He pulled out a lesson plan sheet and started writing down ideas for the lesson. "Maybe we should start with minor constellations..?No, No...observation skills..? No. We'll review over observation for those that don't know, and start with popular constellations..yeah, that..that'll work." he mumbled as he continued to write ideas down.
He sighed and pulled out another lesson plan for volleyball. "Okay, that's more simple. We'll start with rules, and basic dives and hits. We'll continue with those, until everyone has them down. Yeah...then, we'll get into a little bit more advanced formations and such.. dang, I have to work on semester exams a little early...just so we can cover all the assets needed." he told himself.
Horror/Occult Character:
VIP GUILD: Curse of Dark....Spell of Light
Username:
Moquien
Name:
Haikatsui Kawtsu
Alias:
Haiku
Age:
18
Gender & Sexuality:
male/bisexual
Appearance:
Power:
Nightmare Manipulation
WOC:
Meternome
Bio:
Strange as my name, my ability is equally as unusual. My nightmare manipulation goes like this; I can pull things out from your worst nightmares into reality and I can make them reoccur at anytime as either a hallucination, a day dream, or just a nightmare itself. I don't sleep often because for one, I don't need to, and two, when I do sleep, I see the worst most tragically horrible nightmare of those around me, and being on the ship of vampires lost in a werewolf country is enough to keep me awake with everyone else having their nightmares of the werewolves picking their bones clean from ravenous hunger and fear of our worlds ending. Besides, having my nightmare ability lets me also access the blissful dreams of one's subconcious, and I find it very relaxing. Look at it as a simulation of sleeeping. I'm on this voyage because my older brother is. Point blank and simple. Any other time I would be in a cemetery of with zombies. They don't have nightmares.
Race:
Vampire
Example of ^above^ genre:
VIP GUILD: The Crimson Moon: Vampire
Asher was sitting quietly by a lakeside, not really paying attention to anything. He was lightly tracing shapes with his finger in the water. A small laugh emitted from his mouth in pure serenity at the moment. Not many of them were available, so when Asher got to enjoy one, it was almost like nothing bad ever happened. Almost.
~*~*~*~*
Sven sighed, relieved that Asher wasn't in danger at the moment. He had just finished his shift at a department store(he was the person that had to restock the inventory customers bought), and was getting ready to go home. "I'm going to have to convince Asher to eat..." he thought to himself, and waved by to the person coming in to begin their shift.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The vampire hunter cornered Eros, a giddy grin plastered on his face. Eros was slowly losing conciousness, but he wouldn't let it be that way. The hunter got extremely close, and lightly pushed the silver pendant against Eros's bare chest. Eros couldn't help but let out a soundless scream in pain, he could hear the silver burning him. Trying to distract himself from the pain emitting from the silver, Eros kept his eye on a bulging vein on the vampire hunter's neck. Unwittingly, the vampire hunter leaned close to Eros and whispered, "Die." But, before he could finish with Eros, the vampire bit him right on the vein, drinking out all the adrenaline he could taste, which was a LOT. Once the vampire was satisfied, he pushed the hunter away from himself and the hunter fell to the ground; unconcious. The hunter would no longer feel the addicting rush of chasing a vampire down. Eros licked his lips as he picked his shirt up from the ground. "Almost got me." he mused lightly, looking at the burn on his chest from the pendant. He pulled his shirt on over the pendant and sighed. "I won't need another hunter for a while now." he thought out loud with a contagious laugh of pure joy.
Pirate/Action Role-Play(also example of Multi-Character aptitude) Characters:
VIP GUILD: Hoist the Colors
Username:
Moquien
Name:
Amilia Davis
Age:
16
Gender:
female
Appearance:
*url not found
Role:
Quarter/Sailing Master
Ship:
Crimson Dagger
Bio:
A sweet, quiet girl, Amilia took Carmilla's death straight to the heart. She had always been Carmilla's confidant about anything, one of the reasons she has the position she does on the ship. She looks up to Alex as a Captain, and as a person, seeing him as a strong person for handling Carmilla's departure rather well. She may be quiet, but she has a sharp tongue and can beat anyone in a bad-mouthing fight. She's been nicknamed 'Soft Dragon' for these qualities. She doesn't have the best relationship with Raymont, always finding something to be irritating about him, but they work well together, their ideals being fully thought over, and supported by Alex. She doesn't fight much, but she has throwing daggers, and a thin katana. Her accuracy with her daggers never misses.
Username:
Moquien
Name:
Alexander M'cNamara
Age:
20
Gender:
male
Appearance:
*url not found
Role:
Captain/Gunner
Ship:
Crimson Dagger
Bio:
Independent, and strong-willed, Alex would never let himself fall into the British ranks, like the rest of his family, excluding his sister, Carmilla. He and his sister started their own pirate ship, not the current one he has now. Their first ship was named 'Condemned Voyage'. It was a ship they built together. Their hooligan friends immediately fell into the ranks among the ship. They did everything pirates could do, and they even had control over two small islands, until something drastic happened. Alex, Carmilla, and the rest of the crew were in a hostile fight with a rival ship; Carmilla had proclaimed it theirs, under the name Crimson Dagger, Alex disagreed with the name heavily, but he didn't say anything about it. They fought the crew harshly, immediately taking control over the battle. After Alex slain the captain with his rapier, he turned to his small crew, asking where Carmilla was. As it happened, Carmilla, was the only casualty of their crew. Alex renamed the ship in her honor, proclaiming their next capture shall be named 'Adieu Carmilla' for her passing. He is often alone in his cabin, saying lightly, "I still think the name is silly." His weapon of choice is a pistol, sometimes a rapier. Mostly he'll fight with his bare hands, though.
Username:
Moquien
Name:
Raymont Greer
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
*url not found
Role:
First Mate/Carpenter
Ship:
Crimson Dagger
Bio:
Best friend of the captain, after Carmilla died, Raymont was, perhaps, the key choice for first mate, only rival for the spot being Amilia. Raymont is a good, steady, hard-worker, but also a complete goof. He's a very hearty person, his mood always laced with a playful-sarcasm and sharp observation. He's a pyromaniac, and loves firing cannons, pistols, anything that will make a 'boom' or 'bang' sound. He's always been easily 'sueded by Alex, so he naturally joined him on this expedition. No matter how silly, and unrealistic he is, he's a good friend to have around, and he knows how to take charge when he's needed. He also to the place of Carpenter because he was the only one that had any prior experience to it. His chief weapons are cannons, and firearms. He also has a customized pistol that shoots nails (like the ones you nail in a wall).[OoC: A nail gun, but in piracy times, it wasn't as common]
Example of ^above^ genre:
VIP GUILD: Hoist the Colors
OoC: First Post!!
The Crimson Dagger pulled into port on the run down island of Tortuga, a hotspot for pirates, and a definately good place to lay low if you're on the run. Alexander M'cnamara looked down at the sea splashing at the sides of the ship from the port. His crew was steadily tying things down, and taking inventory of what supplies they needed. He sighed as he watched the waves. His first mate, Raymont Greer, and his monkey named Jack(A/N: Couldn't resist), came over to Alex. "Mornin' Captain." he greeted happily, and jumped on the railing of the ship, sitting on it, his back to the port (probably not the smartest idea ever), he continued to smile at Alex. "Tortuga is a beauty as it ever will be." Alex looked at his friend and smiled back, "As beautiful as a pirate will ever see." he corrected. Raymont shook his head, "Bzz-zzt!" he said, Alex tilted his head to the side, not sure if he should expect something stupid, or something noble from his constantly observing comrade. "What makes Tortuga a beauty isn't how she looks, it's that she's free. She's outside of any government, and everyonr holds there own with their own strength, yet they'll still help others down on their luck. That's why Tortuga is beautiful." Raymont explained with that rare understanding smile. Alex couldn't help but continue to smile, "Keep that one, it'll come in hand later." he said jokingly, Raymont laughing heartedily in response. Amilia came over to Alex, her usual small smile on her gentle face, "Mornin' Captain..." she greeted , then got straight to the point, "We're in need of more cannon balls, gunpowder, bullets for the pistols, rope, and we're running a little low on food and medical supplies." she read from her charts. Alex nodded memorizing the list. "All right. Raymont, tell the crew we're staying for the next six days, but we're leaving on the sixth night." he instructed. Raymont grinned and relayed the information to the lower ranks amoung the ship. Amilia sighed and looked at Alex, "Why do you have him..?" she asked. Alex smiled, "He has a calming effect, and, if you would take the time to notice, he is quite intelligent." he said. Amilia sighed and walked off, to right down their cordinates, and to plan their future sailing moves.
Alex's attention was turned to the girl waving at his ship. He turned and gave order to the dock closest to her. The crew hurried and and came into the dock carefully, letting the anchor drop at the perfect time. Alex smiled and called loudly to the crew, "Alright, you all know when we depart!! I'll get the supplies, so you all just have yurself a good time on Tortuga!!!" he ordered in a fair, kind tone that his crew was so famaliar with. They all gave a good shout in joy, before departing the ship. Alex called over to Amilia, knowing full well she was in the desk room, "Are you going to come out?" he asked. "After I finish the planning our further cordinates." Alex gave a small laugh, "Don't strain yourself." he said, and left the ship, Raymont, with Jack clamped onto his arm, waiting for him on the dock. Alex smiled to him, as Raymont fell into step behind him. "See that girl over there Ray?" Alex asked, getting a nod in response, "Aye. Goin' to talk to her?" Alex nodded, "Want to come with?" he asked, another nod in response, "What do you think Jack?" Alex asked the monkey. Jack let out a chipper yip, meaning 'yes' (from what Alex learned from Ray). Both men, and monkey, went over to the girl, smiles of greeting on their faces. " 'Ello miss. My name is Alex, Captain of the Crimson Dagger." Alex introduced, bowing his head respectfully to her. Raymont followed suit, "And I'm Raymont, first mate of the Crimson Dagger." he said and straightened up, holding out his arm, the one the little monkey was clamped onto, "And this is Jack!" he exclaimed, with a grin. The monkey waved hi to the girl.
Post Apcolyptic/War Character *NOT my cup of tee*:
VIP GUILD: God Save Us All....
Username:
*Moquien*
Name:
*Derek Jay Allyn*
Code Name:
*Renaissance Man*
Rank:
*Lieutenant*
Appearance:
Bio:
*I was born in France to a German and Italian family. I grew up mostly in Paris, but moved to Bristol England when I was 18. I signed up for the army, and I met my love there. Her name was Lucy, and she was beautiful. We were married a year after we met, and we had a beautiful daughter two years after, her name was Ann. Sadly, my wife got cancer and Ann had breathing problems, and Lucy had to retire from the military. When the epidemic broke out, there was nothing I could do for my family. Both my wife and my daughter's life was taken from me. I was specially chosen to be transferred to Eastbourne, Britain for this assignment. And I will get the cure, even if I have to kill the one who refuses it to us. Don't ask about my tattoos.*
WOC:
*Prefers a katana, but enjoys using throwing daggers, and an AK-47*
Example of ^above^ genre:
VIP GUILD: God Save Us All....
Derek sighed as he sat in the front of the tank, next to the driver, he called back into the communicator, "I'll make no comment to the Lieutenant statement, but Husher, you should really stop smoking. It's a disgusting habit, and it's an annoyance." he said and shrugged his shoulders a little. The solider driving the tank glanced at him, "Ya know, this is going to be dangerous and you're talking about smoking, sir." he said.
Derek ignored him and addressed Shinjita instead, "Alice Valentine you say? That name has crossed my ears only a few times, and I hear she would make quite the solider had she not started that gang." he said with a only a small grin.
I'd like to point out, once again, this is not my speciality, and I donnot enjoy role-playing this, at all!
Crystal Clear Hero and Villian Character:
Moquien
::.Gaiaonline Name.::
Moquien
::.Character Name.::
Slyvester
::.Gender.::
male
::.Age.::
SiXtEeN
::.Personality.::
quiet, very long-tempered, and kind. He's a very complex indivual. Those three qualities are a basic summary of the long detail. He has two distinct sides to his personality. One of them are shy, sweet, very caring, humble, and overly-generous. The other is independent, bad-mouthed, prideful, fight-crazy, and forcefully nice. The traits that seperate these distinctions are, politeness, tactful, self-esteem issuses, and respect for others. His ideals on justice are somewhat jumbled, but he knows who whould be condemed and who should be saved. Sadly, his urge to help those that need it get in the way of his thoughts.
::.Bio.::
He was neglected as an infant, up to the age of five, when he parents sent him off to an asylum for his personality disorder. It was very depressing at the aslyum, not to mention cruel. The people there would hold him down, just so he could be force fed a sleeping pill, and, if he got too rowdy, they would beat him until he could barely walk. They were all very unaware of his abilities, and his deep intelligence, if they had noticed it, he probably would've been inventing great things, instead of watching some old guy eat checkers. When he was thirteen, the lead person took a few aslyum patients that seemed stable, out side to see the world. Slyvester was included in this group. When they were in a library, Sly snuck away from the group, and no one looked for him. The next day he heard that the aslyum had gone up in smoke, and that there were no survivors except those that hadn't been there. He still doesn't know if he should feel remorse of relief for that. A year later he saw a group of evil mods, almost litterally tear a small building apart. It was the most horrible thing he ever saw. He decided to become a hero, so that way the rest of the city wouldn't end up like that building. He currently works odd jobs, and a couple of part-time jobs, just to have money for the nessicities.
::.Powers.::
He's much more flexible than humanly possible, almost like a ragdoll. He can feel emotion, and identify what emotion it is. He has the ability of telekinsis, being able to move/change objects using his mind alone. And lastly, even though he has a small frame, he's much stronger than a normal human. He can't punch through solid steel, but he can dent it severly.
::.Super Hero Name.::
Ace
::.Costume.::
Moquien
::.Character Name.::
Slyvester
::.Gender.::
male
::.Age.::
SiXtEeN
::.Personality.::
quiet, very long-tempered, and kind. He's a very complex indivual. Those three qualities are a basic summary of the long detail. He has two distinct sides to his personality. One of them are shy, sweet, very caring, humble, and overly-generous. The other is independent, bad-mouthed, prideful, fight-crazy, and forcefully nice. The traits that seperate these distinctions are, politeness, tactful, self-esteem issuses, and respect for others. His ideals on justice are somewhat jumbled, but he knows who whould be condemed and who should be saved. Sadly, his urge to help those that need it get in the way of his thoughts.
::.Bio.::
He was neglected as an infant, up to the age of five, when he parents sent him off to an asylum for his personality disorder. It was very depressing at the aslyum, not to mention cruel. The people there would hold him down, just so he could be force fed a sleeping pill, and, if he got too rowdy, they would beat him until he could barely walk. They were all very unaware of his abilities, and his deep intelligence, if they had noticed it, he probably would've been inventing great things, instead of watching some old guy eat checkers. When he was thirteen, the lead person took a few aslyum patients that seemed stable, out side to see the world. Slyvester was included in this group. When they were in a library, Sly snuck away from the group, and no one looked for him. The next day he heard that the aslyum had gone up in smoke, and that there were no survivors except those that hadn't been there. He still doesn't know if he should feel remorse of relief for that. A year later he saw a group of evil mods, almost litterally tear a small building apart. It was the most horrible thing he ever saw. He decided to become a hero, so that way the rest of the city wouldn't end up like that building. He currently works odd jobs, and a couple of part-time jobs, just to have money for the nessicities.
::.Powers.::
He's much more flexible than humanly possible, almost like a ragdoll. He can feel emotion, and identify what emotion it is. He has the ability of telekinsis, being able to move/change objects using his mind alone. And lastly, even though he has a small frame, he's much stronger than a normal human. He can't punch through solid steel, but he can dent it severly.
::.Super Hero Name.::
Ace
::.Costume.::
::.Reason I Am A Hero.::
He hates his childhood, and saw terrible destruction before his eyes. He doesn't want anything like that to happen to anyone.
Example of ^above^ genre:
River City: The Fallen
Ripper stood quietly and remained in the shadows during the briefing of the four heros brought before Father. He nodded lightly and Snake's response to one of the hero's rudeness. After the heros were taken from the room, Ripper spoke out lightly, "Father, is there anything else that you require for today?" he asked, both curiously and earnestly. So far, Ripper had been having a very boring day. and wanted to have some fun, but he didn't want to do anything that would upset Father, or cause a problem in the overall goal of the Fallen.
Ben sat on the roof of the apartment building he lived in. He had just moved to River City a little over a year ago, and all this has happened, almost ironic. An itching sensation played across his torso, but he ignored it. That just meant what was lying beneath his skin was restless. He sighed and shook his head. He couldn't let them out, at least, not now. Those monsters yearned for him to let them out, but he never did. They were forced to bend to his will and be forced into helping him, even though Ben knew perfectly that they intended to kill him the moment they were realesed. He hated having these sensations, sometimes they were painful, other times they only tickled, but they mostly just itched and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. What was worse was knowing he couldn't seek help for this condition, it was a permnant thing he had to live with, or die in the process of at least coping with it. The sensation grew and now played so repeatively that it was starting to drive him mad. Ben clenched his hands together and held them up to his forehead and silently prayed for them to stop. Sensing his weakness the monsters continued. Ben layed back on the roof and moaned lightly, not enjoying this at all. He slowly started to scrath his arms, a bad habit he was getting into. He sighed, "I hate this." he mumbled, and could faintly hear his monsters laughing at him mercelessly from the back of his mind.
Ben sat on the roof of the apartment building he lived in. He had just moved to River City a little over a year ago, and all this has happened, almost ironic. An itching sensation played across his torso, but he ignored it. That just meant what was lying beneath his skin was restless. He sighed and shook his head. He couldn't let them out, at least, not now. Those monsters yearned for him to let them out, but he never did. They were forced to bend to his will and be forced into helping him, even though Ben knew perfectly that they intended to kill him the moment they were realesed. He hated having these sensations, sometimes they were painful, other times they only tickled, but they mostly just itched and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. What was worse was knowing he couldn't seek help for this condition, it was a permnant thing he had to live with, or die in the process of at least coping with it. The sensation grew and now played so repeatively that it was starting to drive him mad. Ben clenched his hands together and held them up to his forehead and silently prayed for them to stop. Sensing his weakness the monsters continued. Ben layed back on the roof and moaned lightly, not enjoying this at all. He slowly started to scrath his arms, a bad habit he was getting into. He sighed, "I hate this." he mumbled, and could faintly hear his monsters laughing at him mercelessly from the back of his mind.
I would like to point out in this role-play; my villian character wasn't perfectly thought out, so, That resulted in a lower-quality villian post.
Examples of Literacy:
Private Role-Play
Hero had finally managed to get the rest of the stragglers into the Hall, and quickly moved to the only free spot left, which was a small post she could jump onto. As she got herself settled there, she easily spotted Vaan leading Sofia and Alex through the crowd. She smiled to herself as she watched them, "Oh yeah, I'm defiantely never lettin either of them live that down." she said with a snicker. Once Alex and Sofia took their place next to Kendra, the vampress smiled(without showing her teeth), and quietly whispered, "We'd hold the meeting outside normally, but, an important message like this might get intercepted, so we had to move everyone in here." she informed them. Nathan let out a small sigh, before taking one step forward from everyone else. At that, the crowd seemed to hush. Although it wasn't seen, Nathan took in a huge gulp of air, before speaking, "Everyone, now that I have your attention, I'd first like to apologize for the inconvience of the Grand Hall, but there are many things we must inform you citizens of," he took a small pause to survey the crowd. The sheer magnitude of Nathan's powerful voice was enough to shake the walls if it had been any more firmer. The volume, the tone, the way he said the words, all seemed to express great leadership and commanding, "I'd first like to inform you of the public's opinion! Our little setup in the plaza was a rousing success, the locals are turning to ur side!" he said gleefully, getting hearted cheers from everyone. He waited patiently for the cheers to die down, "But, I'm afraid that this is the easiest step. We must remain constantly vigilant, and I want everyone to be prepared if a raid were to happen in mere seconds! That means, all adults, and youths that can fight, must be armed at all times, and the youngest children, and infants are to remain indoors until we are certain no raid is to happen! On a much graver note..." he continued, his smile slowly fading, "There is word that King Jonathon is still planning to start war with our country, but he has made a deal to prolong the advance." he informed them. The air was quickly becoming tense, but then, Nathan suddenly smiled. "However," he began, catching a few people off guard, "I have two, very important newcomers of our team. Everyone, it is my personal honor and privileage, to introduce to you; Princess Sofia, and Prince Alex!" he shouted. The cheers were immediate, even before most people could see the royals. Nathan looked to the two of them and motioned for them to join along side of him.
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Nathan watched their expressions, feeling warmth in his own heart from this. He turned back to the crowd, and easily drew back their attention. "These two, very brave and very strong, individuals have been hiding from the evil that lurks within this kingdom for many, many months! And now, they return to help us seat the rightful heir to the throne! Give them hope, and lend them the strength and support they need to defeat the evil that has invaded their own home!" he called out, the cheers, more determined now, echoed out their agreement. "We will also make the nessicary steps, and leave everything behind us in our wake, to seek out waht our goal is to be!" Now the crowd remained hushed, waiting for the 'scheme' Nathan had to inform them of, all listening intently. "While we are prepared to take down any raid, we will also be planning to raid the village, not far from here, to release it of the knights and return the property to the rightful farmers, and families that have been loyal and good. We will not stand to have those wretched armies simply take what we have worked hard to take what we call home!" he finished angrily. Thr crowds' cheers rang out loudly, also angered and encouraged, by Nathan's pround and persuasive voice. Hero smiled and took a fire cracker out of her pocket. She lit it and threw it to the ceiling of the room. It blew before it got there. It made a loud BLANG! sound, and bunches of confetti floated down on all of the rebels. That concluded the meeting. As everyone began to go about their daily routine, Nathan turned to Sofia and Alex and smiled encouragingly to them, "Thank you for joining us. You two, just being here has made our hopes rise again." he told them, being much more gentle, yet still speaking proudly to them.
Character Not Accepted Due to the Fact of Forum Being Deleted later that day
Name: Evan
Role: Student Mage
Side: Agon
Generalization: Alchemic
Magic: Obiviously, able to change/summon objects with transmutation cicles/diagrams, and he has telekinesis, the ability to move/change/levitate objects without touching them, his telekinesis is a biological ability from his mother's side of the family
Weapons: crossbow, abilities
Age: sixteen
Gender: male
Personality: He's naturally quiet, and has trouble opening up to people about his problems. It's not that he doesn't trust people, it's just, he feels he'll be troubling them if he tries to open himself to them. He keeps his emotions locked away within his heart and mind, and yet, people will be able to tell he's sad. If he's missing, and if you find him. He'll, more than likely, be curled up in a fetal position, so tight, it looks like he might break if he clung any tighter, and possibly crying. He doesn't think very much of himself, and he doesn't like the way he is, because he feels he'll never truly be accepted, something he fears the most. Although, if you met him in town or something, he would give you an over-whelmingly warm smile, and speak in such a light tone, you'd never guess he was so, well, depressed. He has gotten used to needing to pretend everything is okay, and that nothing is on his mind. He's very talented with it, although he hates to be. His false air is so believable, you'll feel as though you just met the sweetest person ever. The little friends he has, have no idea of his pain, his sadness, his fears and weaknesses. They see him as a clever, oblivious, overly-cheerful, optimist. He doesn't like lying about this to his friends, it's just, he feels they won't accept him if he's being the real him. He's very laid-back, though, an easy person to confide in for your problems. If your lucky, you might even get a genuine smile from him. Overall, he's very complex, hard to undertand, difficult to interpet, and multi-talented. Under it all, he has a heart of gold, and he will try to keep, with all his might, the peace and tranquilty.
Bio: Evan wasn't born in Agon. He lived his earlier life in a much smaller country, that frequently had wars. During the begining years of his life (one and two), his life was fairly normal. He had both parents, that both loved him dearly. He would have had an older brother, but he, sadly had died before Evan was born. His brother lost the battle of life to a deadly sickness. His brother's name is (or was) Adam. During Evan's third year of existence, all hell seemed to break loose. An unknown plague had seemed to sweep over the country, a sickness(2008; pnemonia), and it had gotten into a more blood driven war with a neighboring country. Evan's parents loved him deeply, but they were way too busy to take heed of what he said or did, they tried to keep him busy, and shush him whenever he tried to tell him something. This neglect caused him to shut himself away from them, closing his, once open, heart to everyone. You see, he felt terrible, physically speaking, even his mother noted he looked deathly pale, but couldn't give it another thought at the moment. It wasn't until he threw up a great deal of blood and passed out in front of them, did they give him a second thought. To their relief, it wasn't the plague that caused his illness, but, what it was, scared them even more. From their neglect and forgetfulness, they didn't clean Evan's room properly. It used to belong to Adam, and, sadly, Evan contracted the deadly sickness that killed him. Evan had the illness for most of his childhood. In Evan's thoughts, it was a living hell. Some days, he would run fevers so high, he would get a heat stroke, other days, his body temperature was so low, his body would go into shock, and, on most days(the far worst in Evan's mind) he would feel so dizzy and woozy, he couldn't talk or even open his mouth, if he had, he would throw up. Whether it was food, medicine, or just blood, he would throw it up. It wasn't until he was ten, did he fully recover from the illness. Coincidently, that was the same year the war ended(pray in mind, it started when he was three). His parents quickly seized the oppritunity to safely leave the country, and head out to Agon, a country, they believed, would never hold war. During their journey, Evan had found a few alchemy books in their cart. He read through them, over and over again, quickly memorizing what the books had to offer. He didn't try using them, until his father announced they had officially run out of drinking water. Evan had drew a basic transmutation circle on the dirt road they had stopped on, and completed the command, filling all seven jugs with pure, freshwater. Not soon after that, did he need to rest. His parents thought it was a cold, but Evan knew it was really just exhuastion from using the transmutation circle for a difficult task, he had read about it. Upon arrival to Agon, his parents bought a nifty store, with the house above it, so they could return to their jobs. His father a smithy, and his mother, a jewelry crafter. They, almost instantly, got into buisness, and, yet again, didn't have time to deal with Evan. During his eleventh year of existence (to Evan, it was his favorite year, because it sounded like his name), he found his other ability, being able to move objects. Excited out of his mind, he showed his parents the ability. They ushered him outside and asked if he would show everyone the ability, and Evan happily obliged. He easily leviated a few of the necklaces his mom hand-crafted, and a couple of the swords his father made. It attracted attention to him, and to their parents' shop. Everyday, his parents told him to show the people his talents. A little after a month, people starting giving money to him for the entertainment, but when he tried to give to his parents, they said it rightfully belonged to him. He spent it on books. When he wasn't 'working', he was reading in his room. The stories he read gave him a bit of a talent for story-telling. He didn't tell fake stories about himself, but he told mythical tales (either made-up by him, or read from a book, he always told his audience which it was) them, and used the objects he levitated to show it too. After his twelvth birthday, he told a simple story, that left most of his audience dissapointed. But what made it more interesting, is that he didn't tell them if he made it up, or if it was from a book: "A newborn, finds a golden clock and simply loves winding it up, growing, playing, having fun. Many years later, an old man sitting in a chair, looking at his clock he found so long ago. He was tired, so very tired. He looks at the watch, then drops it on the floor, letting it run out, he's too tired to play the game he once loved anymore." To show this, he had an engraved clocked his mother made, and had used a couple of necklaces to shape an infant, playing the game, as the story progressed, so did the visuals. The last scene was an old man, holding the clock, he let it slip from his grasp and layed down for enternal slumber. Evan caught the clock and un twirled the necklaces. He bowed to his audience, as they clapped. Unbeknownst to his knowledge, an Arch Mage had been one of the crowd, and discussed with his parents to have sent to the school. The next day, he was enrolled. During his first year there, he surprised students and teachers alike with his use with alchemy, the first-year teachers had to push him up a few more year levels, but even then, Evan still baffled them. They found it surprising how well he memorized the schematics, and how easily drawing the circles/diagrams came to him. He let the shape flow naturally through his hands, as if he was drawing simple doodles with finer paint. There were only two reasons that held him back from graduating, one not as crucial as the other. The first reason, he didn't want to, he felt he hadn't enough exprience yet, and the other reason, you see, was; even though he wasn't bed ridden with that illness anymore, he never completely recovered. Every now and then he would get a sudden rush of either dizziness and/or wooziness, and he would throw up, some rushes more effective than others. The teachers first figured this out was about three weeks after Evan enrolled, during lunch time. Evan had been walking normally, when he suddenly brought both hands to his moth and staggered backwards a little. At first, the teachers thought nothing of it, thinking he probably just saw a spider or something, until a female student screamed in such a terrified way, it was obviously more than a spider. They looked over and instantly saw what was wrong. There was a little pool of blood in front of Evan, and they saw blood dripping from inbetween his hands. After the war broke out, the sudden shift in lessons surpised Evan, although he quickly adapted to it, he didn't like it. Even though he actually had to use these new lessons sometimes, he knew it was to preserve peace, something he did so gladly.
Likes:
- Reading
- Telling stories
- Learning new things
- Being left alone when needs to be
Dislikes
- A lot of noise
- Getting sick
- Being pressured
- Not knowing his brother
Fears
- Being rejected
- Large crowds
- Bloodshed
- War
Weaknesses
- symptoms from an ealier illness
- very thin (almost anorexic)
- fear of crowds (phobia level)
- low self-confidence level
Theme song: Famous Last Words
Username: Moquien
Now that all that is done with...*took me a good hour to find everything* I bet you'd like to know how much it costs to get my services.
My Bill[Revised~]
*~Forum~*
Character Already Provided~ 100g
Needs to Provide Own Character~ 150g
Additional Characters *both provided and need to be provided*~ 50g each
Temporary Mangement~ 225g
*~Private Message~*
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*private messages are 25+ gold than Forum, because they are exclusively one-on-one, and only for patient role-players*
If payment is too expensive, we'll haggle prices to find something more reasonable to suit your finacial implications.
