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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 7:17 am
Whoever creates the best characters and setting will win a prize. Ixus Argeneau has won
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 4:15 pm
Name: Anna Harkling
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Special attributes: Sensing the future
Strengths: High pain tolerance, fast learner
Weaknesses: Severely lacking in physical strength, mostly blind
Job: Logkeepers assistant aboard a pirate ship
Anna was born on a small island somewhere off the coast of the Kingdom of Bright-Field. She was shunned from the majority of her family as well as the rest of the villagers due to her near blindness since birth. Seen as useless and considered a waste of space, her village ended up selling her to a band of slave traders at the young age of thirteen. Anna stayed with the traders for a little over two years; over which she had already begun an extensive collection of scars. A little after her fourteenth birthday she was bought by a pirate who had discovered her knack for remembering even the smallest of details in conversations he had with her. She was taken on as a logkeepers' assistant ironically, for so long as the records were read to her then she would remember them word for word.
On Anna's sixteenth birthday, she sensed a piece of the future. She could still see parts of it of course, but only as well as her eyesight was normally. Her other senses like hearing and smell were naturally better due to the near absence of her sight, and so they were in her 'episodes'. Each episode of hers is uncontrollable; they usually happen while she is asleep, but have been known to happen during the day as well.
{Hope this is what was meant when the setting part was mentioned, if not then please let me know so I can change it..}
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 7:44 pm
the_wings_we_seek Name: Anna Harkling
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Special attributes: Sensing the future
Strengths: High pain tolerance, fast learner
Weaknesses: Severely lacking in physical strength, mostly blind
Job: Logkeepers assistant aboard a pirate ship
Anna was born on a small island somewhere off the coast of the Kingdom of Bright-Field. She was shunned from the majority of her family as well as the rest of the villagers due to her near blindness since birth. Seen as useless and considered a waste of space, her village ended up selling her to a band of slave traders at the young age of thirteen. Anna stayed with the traders for a little over two years; over which she had already begun an extensive collection of scars. A little after her fourteenth birthday she was bought by a pirate who had discovered her knack for remembering even the smallest of details in conversations he had with her. She was taken on as a logkeepers' assistant ironically, for so long as the records were read to her then she would remember them word for word.
On Anna's sixteenth birthday, she sensed a piece of the future. She could still see parts of it of course, but only as well as her eyesight was normally. Her other senses like hearing and smell were naturally better due to the near absence of her sight, and so they were in her 'episodes'. Each episode of hers is uncontrollable; they usually happen while she is asleep, but have been known to happen during the day as well.
{Hope this is what was meant when the setting part was Yeah thats what i meant. Yours is the best so far mentioned, if not then please let me know so I can change it..}
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 5:32 am
Demona Mortiss the_wings_we_seek Name: Anna Harkling
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Special attributes: Sensing the future
Strengths: High pain tolerance, fast learner
Weaknesses: Severely lacking in physical strength, mostly blind
Job: Logkeepers assistant aboard a pirate ship
Anna was born on a small island somewhere off the coast of the Kingdom of Bright-Field. She was shunned from the majority of her family as well as the rest of the villagers due to her near blindness since birth. Seen as useless and considered a waste of space, her village ended up selling her to a band of slave traders at the young age of thirteen. Anna stayed with the traders for a little over two years; over which she had already begun an extensive collection of scars. A little after her fourteenth birthday she was bought by a pirate who had discovered her knack for remembering even the smallest of details in conversations he had with her. She was taken on as a logkeepers' assistant ironically, for so long as the records were read to her then she would remember them word for word.
On Anna's sixteenth birthday, she sensed a piece of the future. She could still see parts of it of course, but only as well as her eyesight was normally. Her other senses like hearing and smell were naturally better due to the near absence of her sight, and so they were in her 'episodes'. Each episode of hers is uncontrollable; they usually happen while she is asleep, but have been known to happen during the day as well.
{Hope this is what was meant when the setting part was Yeah thats what i meant. Yours is the best so far mentioned, if not then please let me know so I can change it..} Oh that's good, thanks! How many others have been made so far, and is there another place to post the characters?
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 11:22 am
Do we get a specific bio layout? Also is it okay if we don't have an image of the character?
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:47 pm
Atlas Osirius Shade Do we get a specific bio layout? Also is it okay if we don't have an image of the character? any layout you want and you dont need an image
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 3:03 pm
Demona Mortiss Atlas Osirius Shade Do we get a specific bio layout? Also is it okay if we don't have an image of the character? any layout you want and you dont need an image Awesome! biggrin
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 3:35 pm
Name: Atlas Osirius Shade Age: 19 Sex: Male Race: Dragon Race Type: Spirit/Demon Dragon Titles: The Lost Overlord of the Eastern Underworld Hair Color: Darkish Blue Eye Color: Blue Achieved Forms of Ascension: Superior, Arch, Strife, Stardust. Standard Level of Power: 875,600,000. Appearance:  Ascension Appearance: Superior>Arch>Strife>Stardust.     General Backstory: Atlas is a Demon/Spirit Dragon from the Eastern Underworld who's father, The Overlord, was murdered in cold blood by an unknown group. After which he was knocked unconscious and taken to Earth where he was imprisoned in eternal sleep inside of an tomb marked with age reversal enchantments. As a precaution on the off chance he woke up, they also wiped all memory of being kin to an overlord, being from the Eastern Underworld, being a dragon, Generally everything including his true name. After over 10000 years of imprisonment in an forced comatose, Atlas was uncovered by an vampire archaeologist named Zeruo Shade who then decided to raise him into adulthood. Atlas's memories slowly returned Shortly after becoming an adult and began to realize that his true origins. However not all memories came back. His real name is still unknown and what really happened is still a mystery. When these memories began returning Zeruo was also murdered and their manor was burned to the ground leaving little salvageable memories possibly by the exact same group of people who usurped and murdered Atlas's real father. Atlas was forced to travel a LOOOOOONG journey going on all kinds of weird adventures, finding all kinds of powerful artifacts (including the colossal blade Rijjaike) and meeting all kinds of people. One of which he managed to find was his foster mother, Liru, who somehow came across an magic rose which turned her into a succubus queen. Another of which was a Shadow Dragon named Jade who seemed to have an interest in Atlas and his adventures. Atlas has been through so many grand adventures that each battle he becomes stronger and stronger and stronger until he finally reaches a climax of power and achieves a form of ascension which can break his current limit and make him SO MUCH STRONGER!! His current strongest is his Stardust Dragon form. Atlas has been through so many adventures and he can't stop till he becomes strong enough to liberate the underworld. Level of Power when Ascended: Superior: 2,457,900,000. Arch: 4,872,300,000. Strife: 7,269,750,000 Stardust: 10,723,620,000. Theme: ケモノノダンス( FYI: I took this bio from Bright Fields actual bio forum.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 2:53 pm
Name: Noire Solomon von Crom
Age: ????
Race:Unknown
Alias: Sol/Crom/Ender
abilities:
Cra'Ftama:Wisdom of the Void
Khi'Shiwa Toh'Hou: Weapon Master's prowess
Equipment:
Vho'Idos:The black Sword of the void
Et'Dharku:The mournful breeze
Yg'Vimana:The shade of the Void
Story
Sit tight beacause this is a long read.
It was a distant past mostly forgotten and were passed down as myths and legends amongst folks,the story of how an empire fell over night.Nu'Mehn was the kingdoms name and it ruled a continent for over 3 centuries.It was a militaristic kingdom that imposed strict codes of honor and duty amongst its soldiers and citizens alike.Noire was a knight of that kingdom and was amongst its best.Clad in white armor and enforced with a strong sense of justice ,he would sweep the kingdom of those that had created unrest and culled them if needed ,that was until the Mad king took over.The mad king pursues to take over the whole world in a tryranical way.He ordered all his knights to seek other lands to conquer .Noire ,although he knew that things are going wrong within the kingdom he blindly followed the kings orders thinking unto himself that this is his duty for the kingdom and its people.He ventured through other lands and destroyed any kingdom and monarchy in the name of his king ,yet he felt neither glory nor joy in doing so.He returned to seek answers from his king if what he was doing was righteous but the king's answer was only a petty reason to conquer the world ,and so he left the kingdom.The king sees him as a very dangerous enemy ,seeing how his sense of justice is not aligned with him and in fear that Noire may decide to destroy the empire because of what it has become or join another, He branded him traitor and hired assassins to kill him.But the bodies only piled and for two straight weeks he kept on killing his would be killers.unfortunately he was driven to total exhaustion and he can no longer wield his blade. Down under a juniper tree he sat and there he was still,unable to move a limb.He thought of the old kingdom where he could trust his kings words to be true and his justice only harmed those who wronged.His assassins surrounds him ,his life flashes as his assassins prepares their crossbows to deal him the final blow ,but in that moment a voice spoke to him
Your kingdom has failed you ....and ....your king has betrayed you ......you are alone now......you'll slowly vanish in the dark ......but you are perfect to act as a vessel for power ......i will give you that power.....but in return cull those.......that betrayed the light..........bring about the preservation of the world .......and with it the world is yours to judge .......what say you?
He took upon the voice's offer so he could correct the mistake he made,but in doing so he tied himself to the dark,the eternal void as his source of power .As his assassins shot their arrow ,none had reached him as they all stopped mid-air .All of them were stunned of what they had just witnessed.he stood up and took his blade once more ,and in one circular swing ,all of his assassins were fell by his blade. His white armor, now tainted with black hue,petals fell atop the assassins body ,sensing something within the dead bodies ,their souls;he called them. shrouded by black fog he started his walk to "visit" the barracks of every state of the empire, quickly they fell and as the body count piled so did the the falling petals, slowly the small group of bound souls became an army of three hundred thousand ;and their final destination the capital.He sent the souls he acquired and let them run rampart .Soon the capital was overrun.He entered the castle throne room and saw the Mad king sitting there as if awaiting judgement.The Mad king drew his sword and lunges for an attack but was quickly seized by the souls,and with a single command ,The Mad king was torn apart. He left the kingdom burning away and as it burns ,the falling petals which are souls from the dead is steadily increasing .He went back to the juniper tree ,The prairie which was where the tree is ,was covered by black petals.After that he had nothing and felt even emptier and seeing the number of souls bound with him was not a pleasing sight, so he wandered the lands seeking to redeem himself.A band of merchant saw the events unfold within that capital ,and they constructed a poem that would tell the story of that single night ,and so it was passed on from folk to folk as a legend of which An Empire fell Overnight.
Merchants
Be wary old folks for there be the man who walks.
Clad in black and shrouded with fog,
the souls be following him.
Do not be fooled as the petals fall
for those arent petals at all.
they're the dead, bound by him,
forever to haunt the world.
No kingdom is safe as long as he walks,
so pray you dont cross roads.
for if you do pray you survive,
lest ill fate be followin you.
One king was a fool enough to challenge him,
and his empire payed the price.
Within a single night ,a judgement is passed,
the empire completely fell.
And the king that ruled that empire fell,
his body torn apart.
but it was not him who killed the king at all,
but the souls that ran Rampart.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 6:29 am
The Traveler-Noire Name: Noire Solomon von Crom
Age: ????
Race:Unknown
Alias: Sol/Crom/Ender
abilities:
Cra'Ftama:Wisdom of the Void
Khi'Shiwa Toh'Hou: Weapon Master's prowess
Equipment:
Vho'Idos:The black Sword of the void
Et'Dharku:The mournful breeze
Yg'Vimana:The shade of the Void
Story
Sit tight beacause this is a long read.
It was a distant past mostly forgotten and were passed down as myths and legends amongst folks,the story of how an empire fell over night.Nu'Mehn was the kingdoms name and it ruled a continent for over 3 centuries.It was a militaristic kingdom that imposed strict codes of honor and duty amongst its soldiers and citizens alike.Noire was a knight of that kingdom and was amongst its best.Clad in white armor and enforced with a strong sense of justice ,he would sweep the kingdom of those that had created unrest and culled them if needed ,that was until the Mad king took over.The mad king pursues to take over the whole world in a tryranical way.He ordered all his knights to seek other lands to conquer .Noire ,although he knew that things are going wrong within the kingdom he blindly followed the kings orders thinking unto himself that this is his duty for the kingdom and its people.He ventured through other lands and destroyed any kingdom and monarchy in the name of his king ,yet he felt neither glory nor joy in doing so.He returned to seek answers from his king if what he was doing was righteous but the king's answer was only a petty reason to conquer the world ,and so he left the kingdom.The king sees him as a very dangerous enemy ,seeing how his sense of justice is not aligned with him and in fear that Noire may decide to destroy the empire because of what it has become or join another, He branded him traitor and hired assassins to kill him.But the bodies only piled and for two straight weeks he kept on killing his would be killers.unfortunately he was driven to total exhaustion and he can no longer wield his blade. Down under a juniper tree he sat and there he was still,unable to move a limb.He thought of the old kingdom where he could trust his kings words to be true and his justice only harmed those who wronged.His assassins surrounds him ,his life flashes as his assassins prepares their crossbows to deal him the final blow ,but in that moment a voice spoke to him
Your kingdom has failed you ....and ....your king has betrayed you ......you are alone now......you'll slowly vanish in the dark ......but you are perfect to act as a vessel for power ......i will give you that power.....but in return cull those.......that betrayed the light..........bring about the preservation of the world .......and with it the world is yours to judge .......what say you?
He took upon the voice's offer so he could correct the mistake he made,but in doing so he tied himself to the dark,the eternal void as his source of power .As his assassins shot their arrow ,none had reached him as they all stopped mid-air .All of them were stunned of what they had just witnessed.he stood up and took his blade once more ,and in one circular swing ,all of his assassins were fell by his blade. His white armor, now tainted with black hue,petals fell atop the assassins body ,sensing something within the dead bodies ,their souls;he called them. shrouded by black fog he started his walk to "visit" the barracks of every state of the empire, quickly they fell and as the body count piled so did the the falling petals, slowly the small group of bound souls became an army of three hundred thousand ;and their final destination the capital.He sent the souls he acquired and let them run rampart .Soon the capital was overrun.He entered the castle throne room and saw the Mad king sitting there as if awaiting judgement.The Mad king drew his sword and lunges for an attack but was quickly seized by the souls,and with a single command ,The Mad king was torn apart. He left the kingdom burning away and as it burns ,the falling petals which are souls from the dead is steadily increasing .He went back to the juniper tree ,The prairie which was where the tree is ,was covered by black petals.After that he had nothing and felt even emptier and seeing the number of souls bound with him was not a pleasing sight, so he wandered the lands seeking to redeem himself.A band of merchant saw the events unfold within that capital ,and they constructed a poem that would tell the story of that single night ,and so it was passed on from folk to folk as a legend of which An Empire fell Overnight.
Merchants
Be wary old folks for there be the man who walks.
Clad in black and shrouded with fog,
the souls be following him.
Do not be fooled as the petals fall
for those arent petals at all.
they're the dead, bound by him,
forever to haunt the world.
No kingdom is safe as long as he walks,
so pray you dont cross roads.
for if you do pray you survive,
lest ill fate be followin you.
One king was a fool enough to challenge him,
and his empire payed the price.
Within a single night ,a judgement is passed,
the empire completely fell.
And the king that ruled that empire fell,
his body torn apart.
but it was not him who killed the king at all,
but the souls that ran Rampart.
Hey. That sword looks familiar... =.=
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 1:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 8:03 pm
 Character Name ♔ ♞ Artos the Butcher. TITLE, OF LOCATION ♔ Knight of Ostden AGE♔ 32 MEMBERGROUP♔ Noble OCCUPATION♔ Royal Guard A brief line of quote/lyric/motto. "Pray to the your gods your death is quick. Cause once we cross you will suffer. Personality♔ Artos is very intelligent, though is appearance may say other wise. He feels most at home in battle which means he is very quick to anger. His anger aside artos is very gregarious, and enjoys the company of trusted friends and allies though hearing him talk is very rare. Through his many years of fighting and battles, he has formed the very bad habit of stepping in front of blows to take done his enemy. As honesty goes artos is honest to the point of hurting, or offending those around him. When he feels like talking that is. But all in all artos is one of the nicest people you will meet, unless you have to face him in battle. Then he will be one of the meanest enemy you will ever face. History♔ Born under the rule of the white witch artos was part of a tribe of cursed warriors used to protect the white witch. Growing up artos lived a simple live hunting and gathering food and supplies for his tribe. He grew up hearing tails of the evil templar, who come to the tribes lands hunting witches, and the white witch's followers. The shapers also told stories of the royal cities and their beauty. The moment he was able to hold a weapon he was trained to wield one as a extension of his own body. Years passed in peace as the tribe grew in numbers, and powers among their fellow tribes. In the years of peace artos grew his personal strength in combat by the in fighting happening between the tribes fighting for resources, and the occasional templar raid. But then the day of betrayal came.... After years of being the dominate tribe and winning favor with the white witch with every winning clash with the templar. One tribe decided to betray artos tribe to save themselves from the templars. Not much is known other than other tribe leading most of the warriors away with a false report of a large templar force in the south. once the warriors left the templars raided in the middle of the night slaughtering every warrior left behind that would not drop his weapon. Most of the woman who fought against the templars were spared the deaths their fellow warriors were gifted, but the fate was a hundred time worse. As they were simple knocked to the ground and raped by the attcking forces. Artos took many templar before he was taken down by a unseen blow from behind. Artos woke with his vision blurred with nothing but red and orange colors. The smell of burning flesh filled his nose, and the screams of woman filled his head, as his vision cleared. He was violently tore up from the ground as he came face to face with a templar he picked him up from the collar of his tunic. After this event artos does not remember much other than he woke with a magic brand covering his face, and chains around his hands and feet. Artos soon learned that the brand is a type of controlling magic the templar use to bend captured foes to their will if they step out of line. He gained his name as stories were told of the templar who were slain by his hands, and the savage way he fought. Years passed as artos got use to his role as a royal "dog" as most of the knights call him since he bears the brand the templar gave him with pride. SKILLS/TRADE ♔ Proficient is almost everything combat, though he prefers to use either a axe and shield, or duel wielding axes. Hunting and gathering a basic survival due to his up bringing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:36 pm
Demona Mortiss Whoever creates the best characters and setting will win a prize. Ixus Argeneau has won (( edited ))Thank you very much. and is it possible to split the prize with the other contestants cause I think their ideas were just as good if not better than mine.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:38 pm
Ixus Argeneau Demona Mortiss Whoever creates the best characters and setting will win a prize. Ixus Argeneau has won Thank you very much. you are welcome
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:41 pm
Demona Mortiss Ixus Argeneau Demona Mortiss Whoever creates the best characters and setting will win a prize. Ixus Argeneau has won Thank you very much. you are welcome I edited my post did not know if you saw, but I would actually like the share the prize but wanted to ask if I could since it is your contest and all.
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