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HADOKEN!

Okay, you're a gamer. And you're bloody familiar with the Story: Four Crystals, One Princess, One uber-powerful-almost-godlike Evil, and five warriors out to save the world from utter decimation...

And it keeps happening! Why can't the world save itself for once? You just cleaned up this mess, and now it's happening all over again!

Of course... it's the pull of the classic story... It doesn't matter how many blasted times you've already done it...

Welcome to HADOKEN! An 8bit Roleplay!

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.: The Setting :.

Earth... Or someplace that looks like it anyway... *Ehrm*

'When the world is in darkness, Six Warriors will come..."


Six Light Warriors appear among the people, each carrying an Orb. Two thousand years ago, the Orbs shined with Light. Now, only darkness....

You are the Light Warriors, the world's only hope. You will journey all across the land, through dark caverns, into the depths of the sea, and even amongst the clouds, looking for some way to save the world from the plague that is slowly consuming it...


...Yeah Right...

This Roleplay is based loosely (meaning the plot will certainly deviate in the opposite direction) off the Classic Final Fantasy Games, as in the Early hunt-for-the-Crystal quests that had us, and have us, all so addicted. And it was very much inspired after reading far too much of Nuklearpower.com's 8bit Theatre. If you haven't read it, what are you doing in this thread? Shoo, I say! Spend the next few hours over there! XD

Now that you're familiar with Brian's awesome webcomic...

This RP will follow the journey of the 'Light Warriors' as they seek to save the world from the evil... (you guessed it) Chaos, whose name is always in bold for some odd reason.

About one thousand years ago (give or take a few hundred), a good knight named Garland made a deal with four Evil Fiends in exchange for the ability to become Chaos, the evilist of the evil. When he did so, the prophet Lukahn foretold of the coming of the heroes that would save the planet.

Fast Forward... The Princess of the land of Cornelia has been kidnapped and taken away to the Temple of Chaos where she will be sacrificed to bring that abomination into the world of man...

Will she be rescued?

Will the world be saved?

Probably Not.

-----> World Map <-----
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.: Rules :.

This is PG-15 Roleplay
Monsters bleed, People Snog, that's life, but you don't have to go in excruciating, stomach-twisting detail. <3

All Romance Ok!
That means Yaoi//Yuri//Het are an all go. But, and I know it's tempting, please keep the RP PG-15. Cybering is against Gaia's rules. But, hey whatever happens 'off-screen' is another matter 3nodding

PM your Application
Don't Spam the board with profiles. Please PM me the completed appy, with 'Sword-Chucks, Yo!' in the Title >> << >> XD

NO Racist/Sexist/Homophobic/Derogatory Comments
Or I'll report you and sent the Plushie Battalion of Divine Doom after you.

NO Godmoding//PlayerKilling//Puppeteering
Sadly, I didn't have Ultima at level one as a White Mage. You certainly don't. mrgreen

On Mood
This is a Quasi-Serious roleplay. There will be pie and there will be angst. There will also be sword-chucks, blood and gore, stabbing, romance, and dear lord Chaos, Plot. I really think that's all I need to say. mrgreen

On Literacy
That's right, this is a Literate Roleplay! However, I'm not half as harsh as most... I don't mind leet-speak, and occasional asteriks as long as they aren't in the roleplay itself. This doesn't mean you have to have super-incrediable writing abilities to RP here: if you're able to post more than one sentance on a regular basis and have decent enough grammar people can actually understand what you're trying to say, I'll probably accept you. <3

Follow all Gaia's rules and Mine
Common Sense heart

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.: Application :.

I allow everyone to have up to -3- Characters, but only one of them may be a Light Warrior. <3

Gaia Name:
Character's Name: (Keep in mind that this is a Western Medieval Setting. This is not Japan.)
Class: (I'll accept any class that has previously appeared in a Final Fantasy. <3 )
Age: (How old are they?)
Gender:
Magic//Weaponry: (What can they equip? What do they use in battle? Please don't say 'all magic', or I'll poke you with a stick. >> Limit magic to one or to specific kinds, and keep in mind that the more you have, the weaker it'll be...)
Apperance: (Do. Not. Write. 'Like my Avi', Please. If your character does like your avatar, please describe them nonetheless. Nothing beats a good description, and I'm much more likely to let you join if you give me a detailed paragraph, or longer. =D )
Personality: (Includes quirks, likes, dislikes, what they like to do on their days off, and what they spend shinies on)
History: (Be as long as you like, or as short as you want. However, remember that Mary-Sues will be eaten by the Robots)
Sample Post (INCLUDE this, I cannot stress it enough. If you don't know what to write, copy somethign from a previous RP)

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.: Faq :.

Can I play one of the Important Characters?
Send me the bio, and we'll see. These are the characters we need the most, and are most essential to the plot, so I welcome them. ^^

Can I play a character not on the Master List?
Yes! Si! Hai! Please do! The list below is only taken characters and important characters we need, so playing others is very much encouraged. <3

Can I play an already established Final Fantasy character?
If you can work them into this world, I'm okay with it. That means, if you're really that desprete to play Auron, he can't be the same Auron from FFX. He has to be from this world. <3

Can I join more than once?
Of course! ^^ Persistence is bound to pay off sooner or later. If there is some huge flaw in your character and I refuse the application, I will be sure to inform you why I failed it so you can try again. ^^

What is a 'Sample Post'?
A sample post is an example of your writing ability so that I can make sure you are Literate. It should be at least two-three paragraphs and should represent a third-person perspective (no first-person RP-ing, please) It may be taken from anything you have written in the past, or written in-character.

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.: Master Character List :.

Keep in mind this list is only *suggestions*

.: The Light Warriors :.
Taken
Destinied to save the world from the evil might of the Dark Lord Chaos. Will They? Can they? Will they ever get anything decent to eat?

Black Mage//Van Lledner - Libris
Red Mage//Daisuke Nagatomi - Abyssinian-Bombay
White Mage//Fay Larka - Fay Larka
Fighter//Matthew Valoren - Yamato Kuroshin
Thief//Noviembre Derra - Auroi
Fighter//Casron De'Iliria - Casron

.: The Princess Amethyst Sona Del Cornelia the 4th :.
Taken by bendictine
Beautiful... The very hope of a nation. Which is why she gets kidnapped like every other week.

.: Garland :.
Taken by Virgois
The very epitomy of an evil, twisted, degraded evil beyond evil! Did I mention he's evil?

.: The Four Fiends :.
None Taken
To them, Garland sold his soul... and his fresh baked cookies.

.: The Cid :.
Not Taken
There is no Airship without a Cid.

.: Gogo :.
Taken by Libris
Shrouded in odd clothing... Is this a man...?... A woman...?... Or should we ask...?

.: Lothmar of Drakemoor :.
Taken by Lothmar
Who is this mysterious Dragoon...?



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.: Profiles :.


Abyssinian-Bombay
Gaia Name: Abyssinian-Bombay
Character's Name: Daisuke Nagatomi
Class: Red Mage
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Magic//Weaponry: A large, cedar staff, nondescript but with many uses (like bashing people over the head). Magic includes spells from both White and Dark categories
Apperance: An average height for a young man and rather slender, he hides beneath a pair of crimson colored robes a lanky and rather fragile form. He doesn't always wear the hood up, allowing his pale face and almond-shaped aqua eyes to be viewed, usually with a bit of a blank or bored expression. Long, raven black hair cascades over his shoulders and down his back, framing the angular features and falling to just above his waist. The robes are mostly simple cotton, the sleeves appearing oversized, hiding his small hands, gloved in black up to his elbows, the fingers cut out to allow his slender digits easier movement. Mostly the gloves are just there to protect his hands from splinters that might come from his staff, which he carries everywhere with him. The bottom of the robes is wide, hiding his feet, protected by leather boots that reach to about his knees. The hem is trimmed in a silver colored pattern just for some decoration, the same of which is depicted on the sleeves and edge of the hood. He takes great pride in his robes and prefers to keep them as clean as possible.
Personality: Normally he isn't much for speaking to people, harboring a rather bored expression more often than not. His exterior seems to suggest he cares nothing for anyone aside from himself, even though he'll jump to help if he think he can.(not literally) He can't stand those really loud obnoxious people, or those kinds that think they're better than everyone just because they may look different. He also isn't very fond of women, and tends to avoid them at all costs, or at least contact with them. Some would say he's a little frightened of them.
When not out doing whatever it is he does, he's usually held up somewhere, reading a nice little book on whatever grabs his interest at the given moment. When not reading, he naps. A lot. Napping is good for him, as keeping emotions under check can become quite stressful.
History: There's not much to say about his past. He grew up in a relatively quiet town, undisturbed by much of anything. It got it's occassional passerby, but nothing very interesting every happened there. His family was like any other; a mother, a father, an annoying little brother. All crammed into a small home built for two. It wasn't a hard life, although Die found it a little stressful, considering he was forced to help work when he really wasn't of the physique for it. That's why he took up studying magic in his spare time, keeping it secret considering his parents didn't really approve of it. He would sometimes go to taverns to speak with any passing magicians, learning from them what he couldn't from books. When he felt he was old enough, he decided to set out on his own to learn more than he could in such a little, out-of-the-way town. And that's what he does now, doing little odd-jobs for money and the like when he needs it.

bendictine
Gaia Name: bendictine
Character's Name: Fay Larka
Class: White Mage
Age: 17
Gender: Male, but others think differently.
Magic//Weaponry:
Magic - Cure, Harm
Weaponry - Iron Hammer
Apperance: Fay, no matter where he is, will automatically be classified as a woman. Not like he ever corrects them, though...normally they find out in other ways.
Standing at only 5'5, he was quite a lanky build, with a pale complexion. The mage wears the customary White Mage garb; a white robe with red triangles on the rim, a red bodysuit that keeps his arms bare underneath. Belts of all kinds are worn on his hips, normally holding pouches full of items. . He also wears wears red heeled, low cut boots to help add some inches on his height. And red gloves. He likes gloves. But what gets him in trouble is his girlish face. Heart shaped, and decked off with somewhat-full lips and long lashed, blue eyes. His hair is short, auburn in color...though he wears his robe's hood almost 24/7.
Personality: Fay is many things, normally quite sane and chipper. He has a very bad habit of using people to his advantage though...well, those whom are stupid enough not to notice he leads them on just to get money or items. He does this frequently, but he feels bad about it afterwards. Though he acts like he doesn't know much( normally answering with 'I dunno' or 'Beats me'.), now and then he blurts out something really intelligent when it's needed...but he'll just come back with 'Uh...I like kitties?' or something along the lines. He likes keeping people in the dark, since he doesn't trust too many people. But he does live up to helping people in need...even when he really doesn't want to.
History: Yeah, I know what you're thinking - 'What the hell? I thought White Mages were girls!' Well, most of the time. But Fay has an excuse for how he is, believe it or not.
Now Fay was born to a family of a great White Wizard and a man whom could have been mistaken for a medevil Elvis. They lived near North Bridge, where they were moderately happy.
...Though for twelve years Fay's father thought he was his daughter. But hey, the guy was a drunk, what did you want from him? But besides all that, the Larka family was happy. But one day, Fay's mother became very ill, and gave her son her last dying wish...that he would become a great White Wizard. He swore to her on her death bed he would become just like her. And he did such in more ways than one. He found himself a master to learn under, but soon enough the Master died. Tough luck for Fay. But he learned enough to start off on his quest as a White Mage. He comes to those in need, and just lives in hopes he'll be a White Wizard someday.
Yamato Kuroshin
Gaia Name: Yamato Kuroshin
Character's Name: Matthew Valoren, 'Matt' or 'Val' for short.
Class: Fighter
Age: 19
Gender: Yes, please. I MEAN MALE!
Magic//Weaponry: Two plain double-edged swords, one a five-foot broadsword and the other a two foot short sword. Usually wielding only the broadsword two-handed, he uses the other sometimes for various combos.
Apperance: Matthew is proud as hell about his 'freakishly tall height', which just barely passes the 'half a head' over six feet mark. His build is somewhat wiry, with toned muscles that have strength behind them. His skin has a slightly tanned look to it, mostly from him being outdoors often. His complextion is almost perfect, save for various scars that cover his upper arms, torso, and one rather obvious on across his neck. Matthew's eyes are a deep and somewhat unnatural black color, the irises matching the pupils without any distinction. The fighter's hair is semi-short and a golden blonde color, sticking up at random angles and almost falling into his eyes. Mostly, it looks like he has just climbed out of bed.
For clothing, the fighter usually wears darker colors. A black leather longsleeve shirt covered by a chain-mail shirt and lastly a dark red tunic cover his top, while somewhat baggy black canvas pants cover his legs. His hands are clad leather gloves with metal knuckles, and feet in iron-toed boots with spikes out of the heels, which his pants are tucked. His short sword hangs on a loose belt at his hip, and his broadsword rests on his back.
Personality: The first words that come to mind about Matthew are insane, outgoing and most of all, loud. He cares little for others thoughts of him, bouncing about like a child and throwing insults left and right, as well as some behavior that would normally lead others to believe he is possessed. Though normally good-natured, he has a temper that shouldn't be tampered with. The nineteen year old loves a good drink, and when drunk can dismantle entire bars by wildly swinging his swords around. Besides those things, the fighter has no shame and will flirt endlessly with every semi-attractive male (yes, male) in sight, until they tell him to stop in which he immediatly does. Strangely enough, he is also an insomniac who can only get about an hour of sleep a night. This fact doesn't hurt his mood at all.
Tends to get about three dozen head injuries a week from running into doorways, fans, and low ceiling beams.
History: His parents died when his house burned down when he was young, so ever since then he'd been cared for by an older brother, his only family. His brother was a warrior working for a neaby mercenary group, so every so often he would leave little Matthew home at monthes at a time to fend for himself. The rest of the people in the villiage were nice to him, cooking him meals and the like, so his time alone wasn't that hard of him. When he wasn't doing odd jobs for money he practiced swordsmanship with the short sword his brother had left at home, mimicking the techniques he had seen the older men use.
It wasn't long, though, until it was quite clear his only family wasn't returning to him. When the band returned, the captain handed Matthew his brothers sword, a small bag of shiney gold, and his condolences. Leaving the villiage almost immediatly, Matthew took to wandering, and after a while enrolled himself in a fighting academy. He has since graduated.
Auroi
Gaia Name: Auroi

Character's Name: Noviembre 'Nov' Derra

Class: Thief

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Magic//Weaponry: Daggers and Swords Occasionally he may use two of the previously stated item. (I.E> Double daggers, double swords, or one of each)

Appearance: A rather raggedy looking fellow, Nov is rather lacking in the weight department. He has been living on the streets for so many years that he hasn?t built up the bodyweight that most people have. He has blue eyes like little clean pools of water, unlike the rest of his body which is pretty grungy. That includes his black hair. Usually there is mud caked on the ends of it from getting in a scuffle with the ruffian fighters. He is most likely to be found wearing some rags that someone threw out because they have holes in them, but he swore that one day he would wear the finest silk from the east.. When he stole it from the shop down the street.

Personality: Nov is rather superstitious. Being a thief anything that can make him more lucky he will take to in an instant. Lucky rabbits foot, lucky rings, lucky pants, lucky underwear. Yep, he?s a regular freak about being lucky. Other than that he?s pretty normal. He will eat anything and has a tendency to eat as much as he can when the chance comes along. He isn?t shy like that because if he never took advantage of the opportunities he had, he wouldn?t still be alive. He also loves money.. It?s all about the gold.

History: Nov wasn?t abandoned, he got lost. At least that?s what he tells himself ever day. About 13 years ago he remembers being separated from his parents while on vacation at the city he currently lives in. Because he was lost at such a young age he took it upon himself at about 6 to try to learn to read and write. At 8 he would work at the little school as a janitor picking up trash and scrubbing floors in return for lessons in reading and writing, and if the teacher was in a good mood perhaps some math. Nov kept this up until about 14 when he hit puberty and realized that he knew everything. He then set off back into the city to fend for himself instead of taking the teachers advice and going off to squire school to become a knight. He now roams the streets running form dogs and among other things playing dice with hobos. He actually won a dagger from a hobo and has become proficient in defending himself and slashing things to pieces.
Libris
Gaia Name: Libris
Character's Name: Van Lledner
Class: Black Mage
Age: 824... take a few eight hundred...
Gender: Male
Magic//Weaponry: Pure, Havok-Wrecking Black Magic, Daggers, and Pistols
Apperance: Van would like you to believe he is the very epitomy of evil, with a visage so twisted and decayed, it defies the very leylines of existence, and one look upon his shadowed features could send even the sanest mind quickly into the very bowels of insanity.
Well, he does wear a rather large and floppy pointed hat that does shadow his face, and he is rather touchie about taking it off, but he certainly wouldn't drive a man insane if they glimpsed the face beneath it.
Said face is very... masculine, in a lanky sort of way. His skin is abnormally pale, chalk in color, and his hair is a greasy black, limp and usually uncombed as well. Van's eyes are green, not a particularly shocking green either, just... green. Beneath the layers of his robes, he is also very, very light... Magic eats up a lot of energy, and what little weight he does have was gained through muscles from so much running away.
It could also be from the hair dye and the face paint.
The true color of Van's hair, and the source of many hours of pure, seething, bloody hatred, is blonde, a nice, farm-boyish blonde naturally highlighted with light brown, slightly feathery, with one eartail. His skin is the kind of tan one gets from growing up on an island, and the only reason he doesn't wear contacts is because 'Green is an Evil Color'. Go figure.
He isn't exactly tall, Van comes in around 5'9, and surprisingly, when given a decent bath and held far away from previously mentioned dye and paint, he is quite handsome.
His normal clothing on the average adventuring day is the atypical Floppy Pointed Hat, brown in color and rimmed with a belt, an over-half-cloak that is dark blue in color, and then a robe beneath that with long, floppy sleeves that is a slightly lighter blue. The fastenings on the cloak are bronze, and the boots, when not hidden beneath the 'folds of his robes', are heavy, steel-toed monsters.
Personality: Van likes Pie, hates Fighters, and is naturally good-hearted and hates it with a few matched passion.
Van's pastimes are maiming, stabbing, killing, Hadoken-ing, and otherwise mortally injuring people. He is a total and sold pervert, especially around women with red hair, and he has no morals.
Well, he'd like you to think he has no morals.
'Cus he doesn't.
Really.
Anyway, Van is very dedicated to his magic. He hopes to one day master all elements of the Dark Arts, including the famed Ultima and Meteor spells themselves, which are just as much rumor as they are reality. To weave the tapestries of existance... To bend the very will of reality... That is what a mage truly lives for.
He also has a terrible accent he has been trying to be down for years. Unfortunately, words like 'Wotcher!', and phrases like 'Bloody hell!' still manage to get through from time to time...
History: Van Llednar the Black Mage was spawned in hell, the child of demons and devils, a man who is a leyline of power, able to warp the very sense of reality. Through him flows the black blood of the dark Lord Chaos himself...
Ok, so that's what Van would like you to believe. I mean, if you asked were he came from and he said 'Chobobo Island', you wouldn't really take the man seriously, now would you?
But, if truth be told and the weird-looking flaky stuff on the surface of his psyche were to be scratched away, it would be revealed, yes, he is from Chocobo Island. The son of a merchant and the Chocobo Stable Lady (aka Mary), middle child of twelve sisters, he is an island boi through and through, and knows more about the lovelie burdies than a fanatic.
Van became aware of his 'magical urges' around six years old, in what is now known in his family as the 'Thanksgiving Incident'.
He was, as a child, endlessly doted upon by his sisters and mother, and Van has never forgiven them. He quite loves women, because of it, but the idea of his own beauty, hell, the idea of kindness disgusts him.

Van has been traveling the world since he was sixteen and he stowed away on Bikke the Pirate's ship as he was passing by the island...
Lothmar
Character's Name: Lothmar of Drakemoor
Class: Dragoon
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Magic//Weaponry: Magic-none, Can equip Heavy armor-Spears
Apperance: Lothmar stands at a height of five foot eight inches. His platemail armor sheens in the sun from the polishing that he gives it ritualistically every morning. It shimmers a dark green hew with a black trim, his helm shapped like a dragons open mouth with a small rounded visor of green shade that he can see out of. The breathing slits are in the tip of the nose and bottom of the chin. He has a chizeled face, short trimmed blonde hair, azure eyes, and a smile that would make a dentist say 'HO DAMN' from the shine. His spear is like that of a yumi polearm or a poke in western terms but sized down for a ten foot reach. His boots are engraved with tiny draconic runes along the trim of the sole which assist him with his jump attacks by giveing him strength from Bahamut-Lacaster biggrin reen Dragon God. His belt is of a strange serpentine leather, shaded black and green it contains four pouches which contain small bits of gear like tools, flint and tinder, chalk, or rations. He carries a backpack full of equipment which has a bedroll strapped to the outside under his Black traveling cloak which has a red inner lineing. (I can keep this up for another paragraph but lets continue on shall we..)
Personality: A loner with a father complex towards weaker servants of the forces of good. He likes spears and heavy armors and will buy new ones every chance he gets at shops that will be vastly inferior to those that he will find on his traves 'cause they're shiny.' rofl
History: He grew up in a mountain village that refused to follow the empires rule. It was crushed and he was taken prisoner. He was taught how to fight amongst the soldiers and on his first mission was sent to clear our a dragon cave with a few soldiers. He made it to the final door with two very injured soldiers and as the door opened they died from shock looking upon this green dragon laying before them with a smirk upon his face. Lothmar just approached and bowed politely and the two struck up a conversation lasting for a few hours. When all was said and done Lothmar became the creatures servant and personal warrior and was sent into the world to do his bidding.
bendictine
Gaia Name: bendictine
Character's Name: Amethyst Sona Del Cornelia the 4th
Class: Princess
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Magic//Weaponry: Well.....Amethyst is a princess, so that kind of limits her to actually be able to fight. But when in need, she uses her heels. Trust me, they hurt when stabbed in the right place. She slaps pretty hard too...and is rather smart when it comes to strategy.
Apperance: Many call her beautiful, others call her elegant. Though, those are kind of just rumors. Amethyst stands at an even 5'4, counting her heels..she's really short. Her figure is, regardless of rumors, rather un-curvy. She's flat-chested, but boy does she have some wide hips. Her hair is the traditional blonde color, long and wavy...and she hates it. She tried to cut it off once, but was practially tackled down by her handmaids. Not a good thing to experience, let me tell you. Her eyes are a sort of voilet-ish color, hence where her name came from. She's not drop-dead gorgeous, but not bad to look at either...close enough to 'beautiful', depending on people's taste.
For clothing, she wears what any other princess would. Long flowing gowns and the like. When she was kidnapped, she wore a long white gown, with large sleeves that flared at the ends. A golden sash around her waist, along with bracelets on her arms and ankles...and of course her handy, gold colored heels.
Personality: An intelligent girl, Amethyst can smell stupidity a mile away. Unfortunately she's not very proper, and 'honest', shall we say. Most of the time she forces herself to be good-natured and to smile...though she thinks horrid things to herself. She's been told she's somewhat closed-minded...but those people normally end up with a heel lodged into their face. Though she can be nice when she wants to be...she just has never had a reason to act as such.
History:
Not much happened in Amethyst's life, not much at all. She was born the oldest of three children to the King and Queen of Cornelia, and has been like she is since she was around four or so. She has been told she is the 'Hope of the Land', or some bull like that. It would explain why she gets kidnapped so much. But after the first five times, you kind of just don't care too much if you're kidnapped and taken hostage. So this time, it's not really different for her. She kind of wishes that it would stop eventually...it gets boring after a while.
Casron
Character's Name: Casron De'Iliria
Class: Fighter!
Age: 15.
Gender: Male. We think.
Magic//Weaponry: Sword-chucks! Ok, maybe not. Actually uses a huge claymore.
Apperance: A rather stocky boy, Casron stands about 5', 6". He's quite well-built, covering said physique with slightly tan skin riddled with callouses and scars. His hair is redish-brown and wavy, cut just below his shoulders and having choppy bangs in the front. His eyes are blue, and often blinking confusedly as he tries to understand what was just said. He usually clothes himself in a ripped, dirty threadbare green tunic, along with equally tattered rust-coloured pants and a matching green cloak, with an oddly expensive-looking pin. His boots are well-worn, and there are several holes about their person. I have a picture somewhere... Picture, picture, where is the picture...... Ah! Here it is! (Ignore the pointed ears; in most stories he's part elf and part dwarf, but since I didn't know if this allowed the staple fantasy races or just FF ones, I figured I'd make him human.)
Personality: Basically, a Fighter 2.0. Casron spends his days wandering out in the wilderness, fighting monsters with his big, shiny sword, going into weapons shops and buying more shiny swords, reading Family Circus(NOT!), going on side quests, you get the picture. He gets all jittery around wanted posters and if you even say the word "royalty", due to his past. Generally spends his life in a state of crusty warrior confusion. Means well, but ends up causing chaos most of the time. He likes fighting and swords more than anything else, except for maybe eating roast boar. Hates anything to do with diplomacy and royalty, and the bounty hunters chasing him.
History: Born in secret between a Queen and a blacksmith, he lived with his father for most of his life. When he was twelve, the Queen died, he was discovered to be the only heir to the throne of her country, and was taken from his father and made king. He only lasted about a week being royal before he got fed up and ran away. He has been a wandering warrior ever since then.
Virgois
Gaia Name: Virgois
Character's Name: Garland
Class: Villain/Dark Knight
Age: About 25
Gender: Male.
Magic//Weaponry: Whatever artifacts of Darkness he can get his hands on. Can cast some black magic, too.
Appearance: No one knows what he really looks like, because he never takes off his suit of Dark and Evil Platemail(TM). His armor, however, is very scary, and full of spikes. And it has horns. And it's evil. And dark. Yeah.
Personality: Garland is so evil, so ruthlessly diabolical, so hideously fiendish, that he's almost a good guy. But he's not. He's the epitome of evil masterminds, and his brutall perfect, it's a wonder he hasn't already taken over the world. Sadly, his plans are ruined by incompetent henchmen, moronic minons, and the occasional Champion of Good.
History: He was born a prince of some far-off land that no one has ever heard of. He was pampered, and preened, and generally taken care of. When he came of age, however, his father the King sent him off to the Castle of Ordeals to prove himself. Garland, at this point, had never in his life even held a weapon. So, long story short, he went, got whupped, and became bitter. He fled his kingdom, and found a nice, rundown little temple-like place that he decided to renovate. As time passed, his bitterness festered into true, pure, unadulterated evil. So, he began devising plans to take over the nearby kingdom of Coneria. To this end, he decided that depriving them of their ruler would, effectively, cause the kingdom to crumble into ruin as the nobles fought amongst themselves for control. Unfortunately, the Imps he sent to kidnap the king, instead, got the Princess. Not nearly as much use. He refuses to let this stop him, however, and is currently revising his fiendish designs to include for this botching.

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"Bloody hell."
Why did today of all days must it rain?
Van Lledner mumbled a second obsenity under his breath before moving furthur back under the awning of the Pub. Rain was coming down from the sky like pieces of enviromentally harmful plastic in a styrofoam factory.
The Black Mage narrowed his eyes, and continually grumbling, stared at the gray, bloated clouds beyond as if by just hating it enough, they would clear up.
When it blissfully did no such thing, Van cursed it onto the nineteenth gneeration and walked briskly back inside the smoky building of Cornelia alehouse.

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Oh, the rain... Daisuke Nagatomi wasn't quite sure if he liked it or hated it with a passion. Such a thin line... Normally he wouldn't really mind it so much, considering it meant there wasn't any sun to bother his eyes. However, when he was stuck in it, that became a bit of a problem.

Hood pulled over his dark hair, he quietly made his way down the uncrowded little street. So, someone tell him why he was in Corneria during such a rainy day? Honestly, he should have stayed back in that other village... wherever it was. Not that it would make much difference.

No, he was here seeking the usual. Magical information. Unfortunately, he got caught out in the rain and now his beloved robes were soaking through and the light cloth he wore beneath them wasn't helping much to protect his lanky form. He just had to find a good place to hide for a while...

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The trees that nearly encircled the town and castle of Corneria were home to many things. A rich history of the world, many species of monsters, and now something new apparently...

A dark figure knelt in the top branches of the treeline eyeing Corneria and its castle. The wind brought in the stormclouds as his cloak flapped in the wind, the rain beat upon his armor makeing it clink and clack but the figure didnt care. He gazed up at the sky with a look of determination upon his brow.
"I must make sure they do not fail." He leaped into the sky nearly snapping the branch below him. He flew high into the air from his lead as he pushed through the stormclouds and a little beyond to gaze at the sun and the beauty that lay in the sky. He slowly thought *It's momments like this that remind me why.* he grinned slowly as he began to plummet down over the walls of Corneria unseen in the darkness.

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"Why'd it have to rain?"

A young white mage stood out infront of one of the various shops in town, hood up...as usual. A sigh was heard as he looked around the rainy streets, as he made sure his belts were secure to hold the newly bought items he had. He still had quite a bit of money left...probably because he hadn't paid for the items himself. Sure, it was probably wrong to tell the poor man in the shop if he bought items for him he'd be eternally greatful(insert cheesy flutter of eyelashes). And since the man looked a little not all there in the head, that cheesy notion was enough. He kind of felt bad...but he'd eventually forget about it.

So, Fay Larka set off to find a dry place to rest, since standing out in the rain wasn't very fun. Not fun at all.

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"Well, ********." The young fighter swore, staring up at the sky with a sour expression on his face. The rain seemed to be coming down in torrents, immediatly soaking his clothes and removing the heat that battle brought. The fact that he didn't notice the rain until all the monsters had been mangled didn't suprise him. He was used to literally losing his mind while swinging his sword around.

Grinning for a moment and wiping the mixture of blood, sweat and rainwater off of his face with his upper sleeve, he returned the broadsword to its leather sheath on his back, turning and walking back towards the Cornelian town with long strides. He had trained quite enough today.

Bypassing the single-phrased guards without so much of a second glance, the blonde continued his way down the cobbled streets in search of some kind of shelter from the damn sky. Moving a bit of wet blond hair out of his black eyes, he paused in the middle of the street, raising his hand and giving the sky the finger.

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Lothmar landed lake a bullet smacking into the street. But the water that was there about him was pushed aside like a mini tsunami from the blast of air that hit the ground before he did cushioning and slowing his decent. He stayed at a kneel for a momment as the water slowly flowed back into place as he stood slowly. He wrapped his cloak about himself and began to walk. A small fog was rolling in and he looked like a enshadowed wraith of a figure against it. He stopped a couple blocks away eyeing the Inn and thinking to himseld 'perhaps it is not the wisest idea to stay at the inn, even if I sign in under a psuedo name I am bound to draw attention to myself.' he thought as he sighed.

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At that time and point, Die was willing to duck into any nook or cranny for shelter. It was too wet and he was starting to get cold. A mage with a cold was dangerous, all things considered, so it was probably a good idea if he got in somewhere so that he could dry off his clothing. Especially his robes.

With a quick glance, he crossed the street to what appeared to be some kind of tavern of sorts. Not his favorite places to visit, but the inside would hopefully be dry and warm and he could maybe get a room to sit the storm out in. If not, he could always just sit in a corner and let himself dry off like that. Just as long as he could get out of the rain!

Ducking inside, he started to brush the water from his robes, wishing they were water-proof or something of the sort. That would come in so much handy... Not only that, his staff was saturated and it wasn't not going to be pretty when it dried... 'Why me?'

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A dark cloaked figure entered at almost the same time thinking deeply to himseld 'first Garland gets the princess, and then I get the Light warriors.. And then things fall into play. Why couldnt I beat him, blast you chaos, even if I cannot defeat you I shall find the ones who can!' and they both practicully sighed and said 'why me?' at the exact same time.

He looked over at the mage with a slight smirk. He walked over the Inn keep.
"Id like a room." He said signing the guestbook 'Mr. Grovewood' "Well sir, the only room we have left is for groups it'll cost a little extra." There was a slight pause. "I do not mind.." He began to shuffle to his coin pouch.

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Die was a little suprised, but didn't say anything. Carefully, he pulled the hood away from his face, letting the dark strands lay limped about his head and shoulders. Well, at least his hair wasn't wet. Not really. That was a plus, though. He hated having wet hair. It was just a little damp from soaking through the hood.

Now, he just needed a room. Unfortunately, by the sounds of what the bartender was telling to the man before him, that was all-but impossible. So, he would probably just find a seat. Or he could always stand near the door. Hell, he'd been walking all day, a little more standing wouldn't hurt anyone...

Psh, hah! Yeah, right...

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Lothmar grabbed the key. "Much appreciated." He turned about and noticed the slightly tired looking mage. He thought to himself a second and then walked a step past him stopping to say. "If you want a bed you may have one of the spare, I need no compensation." He continued over to the stairs. "Room 3." He said slowly walking up them as he flipped his cloak open a bit to flick off the beads of water to the wall as he wrapped the cloak about him again.
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