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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:10 pm
(The setting is in the land of Verzaan, a mighty country. At the moment, it is under siege by the deadliest force known in history: HellsShadow, an army so massive it could wipe all life from the planet. And that is it's goal exactly, for it is an army of demons. Thanks only to a small group of assassins, rangers, scouts and swordsman known only as The Brotherhood, HellsShadow has been successfully held off. For now.)
(Xerath walks silently down the halls, his second-in-command officer at his side. The officer speaks up.) Sir, you realize that unless we can recruit more assassins HellsShadow will cut us down like wheat under a scythe? (Xerath looks at the officer.) I realize this all too well. Of course, I have found some willing recruits... (He is cut off by a large explosion of brick. Suddenly an entire wall of the castle shatters. Xerath calmly takes out his twin katanas, Keiros and Keiras. Flipping up his hood and putting opn his facemask, all that is visible are his crimson-red dragon eyes. He begins battling off a hoarde of abyss demons.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:17 pm
Quick Bio of my character, Xerath:
Name: Xerath
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Cold, calm and calculating, and the deadliest assassin to live in the Seventh Age.
Armour: For assassin and scout missions, black leather armour, a hood and facemask with the double-flames insignia of The Brotherhood. For all-out battles, he wears a longcoat made from an Onyx Dragon's hide, his hood and facemask again, and carbon-steel (or black) platelegs.
Weapons: Keiros and Keiras, dragon shuriken on a wrist-mounted launcher, throwing knives, and two shing blades which can be flipped up into his arm plates.
Background: None he wishes to speak of, but it does link to the mysterious scar on his face and the burn across his chest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:19 pm
((I must leave for now. Continue on with a side-story until tomorrow when I return. PLEASE keep this RP alive.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 12:19 am
Name: Currently Ikena, though the identitiy tends to change
Age: 22
Gender:...unknown.
Personality: No one can say they know for sure, Ikena can fit nearly any role of disguise with a snap. Naturally, Ikena is constantly self guarding and aware, and hungry for any information, a perfect scout.
Armour: Changes constantly, depending on role. Though usually wears thick protective gantlets, shin gaurds under boots, and chain mail.
Weapons: Tends to switch between a whip, and blessed sword.
Background: Very confusing, slightly disturbing, and essentially something that some people might be better off not knowing about. Though it can safely be said that nearly no one can follow Ikena's trail after the age of sixteen.
High-heeled boots clicked shyly through the dark streets of the city within Verzaan. Long red hair bounced against bare shoulders as wide feminine green eyes cast about insecurely. A short black skirt ended just above her knees and a yellow top resembling a corset offered little protection against the sudden cold, though the dark gloves that went up to her bicep helped a bit.
"Oh, I hope I'm going the right way." she said in a soft voice while clutching her brown sack tighter to her chest.
"Hey girly, it's dangerous here at night." a raspy voice whispered.
She gasped and whirled to see two men smirking almost perversely at her form.
"Yeah, we really wouldn't want anything happening to you." the other grinned, and the slightest hint of alcohol wafted over to her.
"Oh don't worry." she smiled charmingly. "I'll be quite alright. On my own. If you'll excuse me-"
"Not so fast." the bigger of the two clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't my buddy and I... escort you to-"
"That won't be necessary." she clipped.
In a flash she reached into her bag and with the flick of her wrist a crack dangerously near the other man stopped them both. Several cracks and
slaps later the men were on the ground staring up at the woman in sudden fear.
"You have it all wrong," she said, "The gentlemen offer their arm in order to escort the woman, they don't touch until the woman gives her consent. Is that clear?"
Silence. She cracked the whip. "Is that clear?"
Both men yelled in horror and scrambled back away from the insane woman with a whip. She hummed while wrapping it back up and setting it in her bag. She continued on, reviving that worried, uneasy glancing. "Oh I hope I'm not lost."
Ten minutes later, she heard an explosion.
"Oh my..." she smirked and her eyes changed from wide and feminine to narrowed and anticipating. "I think I've found the right place."
The changed persona pulled off the black skirt to reveal black shorts, and the red hair to reveal very short brown hair. The skirt was pulled over the head with a jingling from the hidden chain mail underneath. A simple bump on the heels clicked them into the slightly elevated soles of the shoes, turning them into boots. The wig was placed in the bag and the whip was pulled out while the bag was tied and hooked into place on his belt. This all happened in under two seconds.
"Well, I guess this counts for the audition." the suddenly masculine voice mused while running off to the sudden commotion.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:40 am
Ikena stopped at the sight of the horde of Abyss demons infiltrating the castle walls. The whip was switched over to the left hand just as several demons spotted him and went to take care of him. Several lethal snaps of the whip struck the advancing parties while a sword was drawn from his back. He set to work at slashing those who approached and using the whip to form a sort of barrier to keep from being overwhelmed, as well as drawing the attention to himself.
"I better be getting paid starting now for this." he muttered.
He used quick fighting maneuvers and fancy techniques to confuse the demons and made his way toward the opening. Out of no where he grabbed onto a nearby tree branch and swung up. He jumped and flipped over to the damaged entrance and stepped on the heads of the walking demons to where the brotherhood duo fought.
"Well, hello there." he greeted as he slashed the demon he had been on and another as he jumped down. "I take it you're Xerath, the one who looked me up for that scouting." He used his whip against demons who made their way to try and surround the three. "I must say, you don't waste any time on the business aspect, do you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:57 pm
"Does it look like it?" He replied in a chilling yet calm voice. As another abyss demon attacked him, Ikena did something rather unexpected: he used his whip to topple a statue onto the rest of the invading party. After the dust settled, Xerath slipped Keiros and Keiras back into their sheathes. So, your the mighty Ikena, I take it? I imagined you would be taller." He turned around at a break-neck speed, just in time to slash the jugular of the one remaining demon before it had pounded him down with it's massive club. Then, he started off for the chart room, Ikena, hot on his heels with anticipation.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 8:43 am
He shrugged, though Xerath had his back to him and could not see it, "I can be as tall as you want, but no, I'm afraid I'm not very tall naturally."
He quickly wrapped the whip into a loose circle and clipped it onto his belt, and sheathed his sword into the scabbard on his back. "I must say, I was rather... excited meeting you myself, you reputation proceeds you." He stopped once they entered the chart room and he whistled. "This place is pretty nice, better than some of the other deal rooms anyway."
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