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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:19 pm
 MythicsA century ago, humans invaded the world of Myth, and in their curiosity and greed, took over all civilizations. After some time, they were unable to find a way back to their home dimension of the planet, Earth. Most of the humans have died off, leaving Myth in a state of chaos, without government or civilizations. Only small Communist tribes exist, with no laws and no compassion for other tribes or other beings.
However, one hidden castle remains in the hands of humans who have managed to keep their Mythic prisoners captive. After so many long years, will the Mythics finally take action to reclaim their castle, perhaps even their kingdom, and revive the order of the world?
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:20 pm
Rules...This is a semi-literate role play
-type in theird person
-past tense
Make some sort of post style with your character in your post
[I don't want my creative juices to be blocked by an eye-sore.]
Keep swearing minimal
*Killing is ok, only under special circumstances, in which I may ask you to kill someone
Post at least 4 times a week
[this is not 4 posts, it is 4 seperate times during the week.]
You do not have to be a member of the guild to join, however, it is suggested
*Characters may be killed for important parts of the plot, to keep this interesting. In no way does that mean that you can’t create another character, or that your character is dead forever.Application...Please send me your application via PM.
To be a Mythic, title it 'Mythic Prisoner'
To be a human, title it 'Invader of Myth'
To reserve a position of rank, title it 'Future of Myth'For Mythics:[size=9][imgleft]YOUR IMAGE HERE[/imgleft][color=yourcolor][b]Username:[/b][/color]
[color=yourcolor][b]Hello, my name is:[/b][/color] name
[color=yourcolor][b]Age:[/b][/color] age
[color=yourcolor][b]Gender:[/b][/color] gender
[color=yourcolor][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] sexuality
[color=yourcolor][b]Race:[/b][/color] [I might decline your race. Hybrids of different sorts are encouraged.]
[color=yourcolor][b]Place in Society:[/b][/color] [what ever is open]
[color=yourcolor][b]Powers:[/b][/color] [no more than 3. I will be picky on what they can be.]
[color=yourcolor][b]Likes:[/b][/color] likes
[color=yourcolor][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] dislikes
[color=yourcolor][b]Personality:[/b][/color] [at least a paragraph]
[color=yourcolor][b]History:[/b][/color] [at least a paragraph][/size] For Humans:[size=9][imgleft]YOUR IMAGE HERE[/imgleft][color=yourcolor][b]Username:[/b][/color]
[color=yourcolor][b]Hello, my name is:[/b][/color] name
[color=yourcolor][b]Age:[/b][/color] age
[color=yourcolor][b]Gender:[/b][/color] gender
[color=yourcolor][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] sexuality
[color=yourcolor][b]Race:[/b][/color] [I might decline your race. You must be at least half human, unless you are in a position of rank.]
[color=yourcolor][b]Ranking:[/b][/color] [what ever is open]
[color=yourcolor][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [no more than 3. I will be picky on what they can be.]
[color=yourcolor][b]Likes:[/b][/color] likes
[color=yourcolor][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] dislikes
[color=yourcolor][b]Personality:[/b][/color] [at least a paragraph]
[color=yourcolor][b]History:[/b][/color] [at least a paragraph][/size]
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:21 pm
Mythics...next in line to be...
King
Name-
Gender- [male]
Age-
Skills-
next in line to be...
Queen
Name-
Gender- [female]
Age-
Skills-
RESERVED.
The Oracle
Name- Alqárë an Cáthwë, ot an Vátrius Ûrwáë ahn Cáthwë arx Il Mátrius Suertál il Senóra Valéria an Qulwárë
Gender- Male
Age- 122
Skills- Premonitions, assorted wraith abilities, telepathy
The Elder
Name-
Gender-
Age- [OLDest]
Skills-
*like 'yoda', and knows of everything that has happened
Healer
Name-
Gender-
Age-
Skills- Healing
Peasants...
Zaira LeGenestar
*More high positions will open eventually, so peasants, keep your eyes open, you could request to be promoted :]Quote:  Username: captains bootie
Hello, my name is: Zaira LeGenestar
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Sexuality: pansexual
Race: half human, half elf
Place in Society: peasant
Powers: Transfiguration // Telepathy // Conjuring
Likes: She enjoys being alone and observing others, especially as they make complete fools of them selves, or after tricking them. Smoking her hookah or... other things is also a favorite past time to Zaria. Lazing around and wandering in odd places are common for her to do as well.
Dislikes: Asking questions, not answering her questions completly, or out-staying ones company is something she can not stand. Those who are 'too nice' or 'too rude' can never get on her good side. Rules and time are both things that she would prefer to live without.
Personality: Not one person can understand her odd mysterious ways. She prefers to be alone, but feels worthless when nobody wants to be around her. Zaira takes passion in helping others, but does it by messing with their mind, not giving them enough information, or playing tricks on them. The girl is very sexual, but even more afraid of love or friendship. Gender or appearance is not an issue to her, which is why she is described as 'pansexual'. It is never easy to identify her mood, as she is glad to keep it that way.
My Past: It all started with a mystical Elven Mystic and the French daughter of the Captain, who fell in love. Zaira's father, the Elf, escaped before her mother even knew she was pregnant. Her mother was forced to give up Zaira [because she was half Mystic], and died before her memory was able to save her history. She went through multiple families who tried to take care of her. Eventually, she became old enough to move out on her own, and she was determined to find a way to escape and find her father, or bring together the Mystics and Humans.
Perhaps her past is responsible for her present fear of love and frienship, for she couldn't put a child through what her parents caused. Perhaps her lonely childhood is cause for her preference of being alone; and perhaps, her constant state of joyous depression is what fules her need for smoking. And just maybe, it is all part of her goal of a revolution.Quote:  Username: Centronias
Hello, my name is: Alqárë an Cáthwë, ot an Vátrius Ûrwáë ahn Cáthwë arx Il Mátrius Suertál il Senóra Valéria an Qulwárë. Just call him Alqárë or Cárë
Age: 122: 24 alive, 98 as a wraith
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual, but celibate
Race: Wraith of a long dead Elf
Place in Society: Oracle
Powers: Premonitions, assorted wraith abilities, and telepathy
Likes: Thinking about his life. Being alone. Some other stuff.
Dislikes: People who ask too many questions. People who talk a lot. People who ask him to use his abilities for him.
Personality: As a wraith, he tends to be quite apathetic, only remembering feelings as fleeting memories from decades ago. This, however, does not mean that he is totally incapable of feeling, as sometimes, he'll experience waves of emotion, as though he still had a heart.
History: 122 years ago, an elf was born was born in the world of Myth. The Oracle Il Mátrius Suertál il Senóra Valéria an Qulwárë, his mother, said that he would take her place soon, though she was young and would not die for another 40 years, and wouldn't relinquish her position until then. 22 years later, the humans invaded and killed the Oracle Valéria, seeing her as a threat to them. Alqáre was 22 at the time, and soon began to feel the powers of the Oracle grow in him. Two years later, the humans learned of his new powers and killed him too.
But the powers fought back because Alqáre had no child, no vessel for the powers to be reborn into. The lineage of the Oracles of Qulwárë kept Alqárë alive (in some sense) to become Il Vátrius Ounál an Qulwárë.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:23 pm
Humans...Captain
Name- Mizu
Gender- male
Age- 41
Skills- Leadership/Command, some dark magic, and playing the flute
First Mate
Name-
Gender-
Age-
Skills-
Combat Advisor
Name- Yukizu
Gender- female
Age- 23
Skills- Stealth, accuracy with a bow and arrow, and knife throwing
Secretary
Name-
Gender- [female]
Age-
Skills-
RESERVED
Doctor
Name-
Gender-
Age-
Skills-
Crew...
*More high positions will eventually open, so crew members, keep your eyes open, because you can request to be promoted.Quote:  Username: Only Christ I Follow
Hello, my name is: Mizu Abendigo Noca
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Human/Fennec
Ranking: Captain
Skills: Leadership/Command, some dark magic, and playing the flute
Likes: Music, the moon, Yukizu, the cold, the Throne Room, and the castle with no name
Dislikes: Myths, the sun, most wildlife and plant life, heat, and rebellion
Personality: Mizu is seamy and mephitic, but he holds himself in high standard. He has a presence of hauteur, and often looks down on others. He spends little time in the light, as he believes it will burn his skin. When necessary, he will go out in sunlight in a large, black cape. When inside, he often wears expensive clothing. The only person he does not treat with contempt is Yukizu, but he poorly shows his love for her. He always attempts to stand with good posture, but he is somewhat bowlegged.
History: As a child, his grandfather told him stories of the human's previous world: Earth. These stories once gave him hope and faith, but after a rogue Myth murdered his best friend, he purged himself in darkness, at the expense of his daughter, Yukizu. His prime goal is to rid the universe of Myths and to make them suffer as he did. Mizu cares little about the environment or the fate of others, including other humans. He was chosen as commander for his ability to successfully control and order large masses of people. He is believed to be a distant relative of royalty.Quote:  Username: Only Christ I Follow
Hello, my name is: Yukizu Selice Noca
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human/Some fox
Ranking: Combat Advisor
Skills: Stealth, accuracy with a bow and arrow, and knife throwing
Likes: Mizu, the Great Hall, fresh air, warmth, practicing with her weapons, and togetherness
Dislikes: Myths, large and threatening crowds, being wounded, slowness, and magic
Personality: Yukizu is calm and usually understanding, but all she has known is hate. She loves to daydream about people being at peace. In the field, she protects her identity with a hood. She moves fast enough so most can't see her, but, if any do, she makes quick work of them. While inside or off duty, she wears an elegant dress and behaves like a proper lady.
History: Even as a young girl, all she knew was hate for the Myths, which she picked up from the humans around her. She once witnessed a Myth kill a human with magic, and, has since, feared it because she cannot understand or see it. Unlike her father, she always enjoyed being outside. She quickly became talented at blending with her surroundings to spy on others. She uses this skill to obtain strategic information from the other side of the battle field. Though she does not adore her father, she still believes that she can never live without him. She is believed to be descended from royalty.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:24 pm
Setting...The Castle that has no name.
The Mythics are not permitted to leave the castle, nor are they allowed to do magic in the castle.
The Court Yard is the main gathering place for Mythics and Crew members. It is guarded from the walls above by crew members who watch for any attempt of organizations, magic, or escape.
The Entrance Hall opens up from the yard with great blackened doors; it is usually quite empty, cold, and gloomy. Most just pass through there.
The Great Hall is straight through the Entrance Hall, and is forbidden for Mythics to linger there. It was where parties were hosted in the royal times, and was a beautiful elaborate place. Humans gather and relax there. It is now quite gothic and creepy.
The Throne Room is up a small set of stairs from the Great Hall, it is the Captain's head quarters, and has a lack of cleanlieness and light.
The Dungeons are through a door to the left of the Great Hall, and down many stairs. It is a giant underground maze in which the Mythics are forced to live. It is cold, damp, and pest infested, but fortunatley, humans do not wander there.
The Dinner Hall is through a fancy door to the right of the Great Hall. Mythics are forbidden to enter, because it is a warm room of enjoyment, food, drink, dance, and music.
There are many other places in the castle, such as small one room houses outside that some Mythics and Crew inhabit. The Markets are around the corner of these rooms that extend from the yard. Towers are inhabited by military personael and are used by some for strange purposes. It is enormeous and has unlimited possibilities...
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:31 pm
Z a i r a` [ LeGenestar ]Someone glared down at the yard from the top of one of the many towers. Great black eyes scanned the Mythics below as they were bullied by other humans. Other than those eyes, the person had a very generic male face with a disgusted countenance. The young man hiked down a spiral stair-case, pushed past a statue, and slid down several levels on a ladder. He then errupted from behind a tapestry into the dinner hall where he poured himself a drink into a mug that covered his face as he drank. A large size of uniedntified meat was next, which also hid his face as he walked across the room, eavesdropping, "...don't see why we can't just slaughter 'em. Theres no need to keep 'em alive with what little supplies we have."
An older man replied to the younger, "They're a reminder, boy, of why we're stuck here, why we..." and his voice faded out of range. The generic man finished his snack while walking with his head down, and left the hall. He then stormed outside, slipped into a house that looked more like a cuppoard, and crawled through another passageway into a room covered in pink materials.
It was in that room where he sat on the large pink bedding where he appeared to be waiting for some fair maiden. There was no maiden in sight, for the man was the maiden. His hair turned pink as it sprouted from his head, his features sofened and became feminine, his skin turned less ghostly, all as his body assumed curves and became a beautiful peasant girl.
However, she was not truly just a peasant, for her ears showed that she was of the Elven race, and humans could not attain magic such as transfiguration.
Then, the girl who was assuming the appearance of a man resumed a standing position and walked to the next room and into the court yard. Simply wandering the castle where Mythics were permitted had grown tiresome after 17 years of life, so she had perfected her skills of transfiguration and eaves dropping to journey where no Mythic of her generation, or her fathers, grand father's, or even great grand father's had gone before.
However, now, she was not looking to explore, she was simply looking for answers: when would the humans decide that the Mythics should be killed? That was only her most pressing question of the moment, and there was only one being in existance who could possibly answer it...
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:57 pm
.·:A l q á r ë ·:· a n ·:· C á t h w ë:·.
In the entrance hall, a tall, slender man stood, his hand covering most of his face, and his deathly white hair covering the rest. A surge. In life, premonitions were far more pleasant; You see something from a distance, are able to observe it and discern explicit meaning. In death, however, the experience is all different.
For example, what he had just been through was murder and genocide. Looking back, the only thing that he had ever experienced that was worse, was the actual murder and genocide that occurred 98 years earlier.
Another thing that happened to him frequently was hearing voices. From nowhere. Well, they were from somewhere, and he could feel the voices' locations, though they were either somewhere very very far away, or they were somewhere within himself. He had a theory about them, though: that they wer-
Oi, you! No loit'rin' aroun', tha's conspir'cy of org'nization! A guard was yelling at him. A rather pudgy, loud, and obnoxious guard. After waiting for Alqárë to make a move, the guard continued. 'ou deaf, beastie? I said get ou'a 'ere!
I would appreciate it if you didn't speak to me like that. or at all, Alqárë returned, his mind still in pain.
The guard kept harassing him until the wraith possessed him and unleashed literal hell unto his mind. When the other humans found him, the guard was too demented to tell them who did it to him. It was about the third time this had happened to the humans.
Alqárë returned to the hall later, after he was sure no more guards would bother him. He came to the stairs that led to the throne room, but before he got to the actual throne room, he pushed a wall which at first proved solid, but then moved, and seemed to swivel on some unseen hinge. Inside the tunnels within the walls, Alqárë found his solitude.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:44 pm
Z a i r a` [ LeGenestar ]The only delay was that the one who could answer her question was near impossible to find, and detested being aked anything just as much as Zaira did. Not even she knew how to get on his good side to the point where he would assist her, for she couldn't even find her own weakness for the very same problem. However, plans weren't quite her thing, so she discarded the thought from her mind and began to wander around one of the deserted squares in the yard.
It was there that she heard his voice, but he was not talking, he was thinking. His mind was too filled with thoughts and memories for her to make sense of it all, especially with her unpracticed powers. She could, however, follow him from that, as long as she could clearly hear or see him. She ran to a hallway where she could saftly transfigure into the form of a small child, and pass her following him as pure curiosity.
The child Zaira skipped to the sound of his thoughts until she was close behind him, then she acted as a curious, sneaking child, following him into the Entrance Hall, and watched him from behind a large dragon statue in the Great Hall. She almost toppled over, now that she was so small, as Alqare entered through the wall. Zaira had not seen that one before, and it could prove to be quite useful.
She grinned, looking quite like the small evil spawn of the Devil, but it was no time for games. "Time to prowl," she said before shifting into a small black cat. Next, she trotted over to the wall where she proceeded to 'meow' and pace in front of it, wondering what he would do about her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 8:10 pm
.·:A l q á r ë ·:· a n ·:· C á t h w ë:·.·: Qo e vasáte amín? · · · Tath o vasáte mai malé... · · · Qo e vasáte amín? · · · Qo e vasáte amín? :·
Alqárë tensed, feeling something near him. Something large and portentous. I’ve not felt anything like that in some time, he thought, though, upon looking around him, he saw nothing of the sort, expecting a powerful Mythic. Wait. His eyes unfocussed and he shifted his sight through various planes of existence; between the first where he was a wraith, the second where he was still an elf, and finally on the third, where he was a great silvery harlequin of the Cáthwë, he saw the large pink aura huddling to the ground and switched his view back to the first plane.
A black cat, he said while smiled a nearly sadistic smirk, which humans believe to be a jinxer. But I know better. The black cat is the carrier of omens, indeed, but they can be however the sender wishes. Of course, that was in Cáthwë. He kneeled down, his armor-weave squeaking like leather would, and scratched the cat under the chin a bit. He continued smiling, feeling the hint of pink essence creep into his fingers, trying not to show his knowledge of what the cat really was.
·: Qo xórie amín xor mai ne ocál? · · · Tath xo salcarál... · · · Naín qo voré xuré amín? · · · Tesvoláte tath... :·
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:55 pm
Z a i r a` [ LeGenestar ][[You just described her aura as filled with love, compassion, the love of art and beauty.
And do you mean by 'that was in Cathew'?]]
Zaira purred a bit and flicked her tail quite a bit, unable to stay still- The Oracle touched her with kind intentions. That is a blessing in its self, and yet, she felt something strange as he touched her, something that was not just great power... She did her best to listen to his thoughts, which from the close range, she could do with much less difficulty.
Sender of wishes, yes, she thought to herself, wondering why he hadn't realized that she was not just a cat... Now what? Time needs to be taken but Myth can not wait. An honest confrontation would be the best but far too risky...
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:31 pm
.·:A l q á r ë ·:· a n ·:· C á t h w ë:·.·: Qo e vasáte amín? · · · Tath o vasáte mai malé... · · · Qo e vasáte amín? · · · Qo e vasáte amín? :·
Alqárë noticed with some interest that the deceptive Mythic in his presence was indeed very powerful. Not many were able to probe into his mind. At least without him noticing from the beginning. Usually what happened is he would think something horrendous, but he had no reason to hold any resentment towards this creature. Yet, of course.
Hello, my peer in essence. Can you hear me? Can you sift out my cognizant speech against all of the memories and pain? He was still smiling, probably for the longest time since he had died. Qo tiré an xoré xa álle? Me xil íntre mai xíle álle vósa... He was unable to use the imposed human tongue very easily, especially in his mind, so he switched between Cáthwë, Human, and just thinking ideas for her. [[1]]
He spoke then. I do hope that you and I can keep from being enemies. Xíle álle xia xa mai veonál.[[2]]
·: Qo xórie amín xor mai ne ocál? · · · Tath xo salcarál... · · · Naín qo voré xuré amín? · · · Tesvoláte tath... :· 
I described it that way in your ideas. I see no defined meaning.
I mean Cáthwë as in 'Alqárë an Cáthwë.'
1]] What language do the mythics speak? Because all of my stuff is presumably something foreign to everyone since it's from another place in Myth called Cáthwë, which was itself destroyed with the coming of the humans.
2]] Wow alot of 'x' there.
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