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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:13 pm
Rules:
1. No Godmodding
2. No Flaming
3. Nothing over PG13
4. Litarate
5. No killing other characters unless organised with the other character
6. NO OOC posting please use recuitment page
7. Must post at least once a week unless other wish said in recuitment page
8. Above all enjoy
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:14 pm
1389 years ago a great evil took over the land. The evil that wrought stretched from the barren deserts to the Arctic wastelands. For 300 years chaos and destruction rained upon the people of the land enslaving them all because they were inferior in the eyes of the evil ones. Until the chosen few combined their powers and battled against the evil banishing it to a dark distant realm, far away from ours, never to return.
So finally after all the years of pain the world and its inhabitants could relax, for once more there was peace. The Chosen ones were now revered throughout the land. The name that they were given was whispered on the lips of every person and flew through the air until it was ingrained into the Earth itself, "The Mystics".
They came from the lost city known as Vidularia and were a special race of people who had control over the elements. The rumours of the Mystics were not all that of grandeur but of deceit. A small fraction of the human race believed the darker tales and for the good of human kind they decided to annihilate the people of Vidularia and thus the city turned to ruin. All was not lost for seven families seeked refuge escaping to the far flung corners of the world.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:15 pm
The fallen were banished to a far distant neather realm. Frozen in time and space, never ageing or looseing their abilities. For Years they were just left their alone and lost forever. One day though they regained conciousness, awakening from their deep slumber. Earth was where they lay and was what they wanted.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:16 pm
Mystics
Ice - Zan/Zanrimanon - Zanrimanon
Water - Drake Morgen - Drake_Morgen_Water
Time - Melody/Catherine Jackson - Velvetina_VonRuben
Fire - Gefforey Anderson - Gefforey_Anderson
Earth - Vianne Drou - viannedrou
Wind -
Lightning -
The Fallen
Shape Shifting -
Pshycokenetic -
Indestructible -
Leech -
Perception -
The Red Duchess - VaLiA PiRa
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:18 pm
BIOS
Gaia Name:
Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Abilities:
Back story:
This layout is for both main characters and OC characters. All bios must be posted with a sample RP post. This will be a literate RP. No pictures for appearance onle written please. All picture bios will be ignored!
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:19 pm
Gaia Name: Zanrimanon
Character Name: Zan/Zanrimanon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Repressed
Appearance: Zan has no major advantages about him. His slim and frail frame has no distinctive muscle. His face long and pointed with a long slender nose, lips a crimson red thin and drawn long across his face, eyes a dazzling blue and the purest white hair that hung down to the base of his back perfectly straight no kinks at all. Zans cloths are white but stained and torn, a white shirt torn in many places, even a sleeve is missing. His matching white trousers are also badly ripped and stained in blood and dirt. His white boots are the one thing that seemed to have with stood the turmoil of Zans life. Around his neck he wears a snow flake shaped pendent.
Personality: Quiet, Solum, alone and upset. No real opinion of his own. Just keeps himself to himself.
Abilities: With control over Ice he has a wide range of attacks carried out by his gift. Due to his time alone and the fights he got into he has learnt may fighting skills which can aid him in battle.
Back Story: Once his family passed on he stayed in the village for many years. One day it all became too much so he left and went into the world. As he was alone he had to fight to survive. Teaching himself all kinds of fighting styles and skills. Now with no money and still no friends he lives alone in an a banded house.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:25 pm
Name: Catherine Jackson – ‘Melody’
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Element: Time
Abilities: Time Freeze, Time Travel, and Time Scatter
Personality: Catherine is a slightly eccentric woman. Generally she is fun loving and makes it her mission to lighten up situations that she considers to be too heavy. That being said Catherine also knows when a more serious approach is needed and she will be a loyal friend to the end, going any distance to protect those who gain her trust.
Backstory: Catherine was born in London in the UK to wealthy parents who catered to their daughters every need. Then, when she was two years old Catherine’s parents were killed when an intruder broke into their house. Catherine’s mother had just enough time to hide the child in a secret passageway so that she stayed safe. The child crawled through the passage and ended up out on the streets on London two day’s later where she was quickly picked up and taken to a police station. Catherine was sent to live with her great Aunt and Uncle who lived in Killarney, Ireland. The killer was never found. Catherine grew up to be a happy child despite what happened. Most days she can be found walking around the three lakes or sitting by the Torc Waterfall’s, seemingly staring out at nothing. Though her Aunt and Uncle constantly call her ‘flighty’ Catherine is also considered wise beyond her years and far more mature than others her age, her friends often relying on her for help. Catherine also spends a lot of time studying things like tarot and rune reading, though she openly scoffs the idea of being psychic when people ask her, despite the fact that her predictions come true more often than not.
Appearance: The first thing that most people notice about Catherine is how short she is standing at only 4’10. She has a heart shaped face, with almond shaped eyes that are usually a clear turquoise but deepen to grass green when she’s angry. She has a small nose that turns up slightly at the end and a bow shaped mouth. Catherine’s hair is a light blonde and she has dyed the ends a bright lilac colour, currently it hangs to midway down her back though this is subject to change depending on what mood Catherine is in each week. Her Aunt is still recovering from the time she cut it short and dyed it florescent orange. Catherine has four piercings in each ear and in them she has a simple silver hoop, and she also has a belly button piercing. Catherine’s only other piece of jewellery is a simple silver locket that her mother was wearing when she was killed and she never takes it off under any circumstances. On her left hip Catherine has a medium sized tattoo of a man standing with robes on and holding an old pocket watch. Catherine’s dress sense is mostly based around comfort. More often than not she can be found wearing a pair of baggy jeans and loose t-shirt, which often have a cheeky caption on the front, and trainers. However, when she goes out you’re more likely to find Catherine dressed in leather and big boots, she believes in making an impression.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:28 pm
Name: Geoffrey Anderson
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Element: Fire
Personality: Geoffrey is generally a quiet person, if a bit grumpy- you don’t want to talk to him in the morning before he’s had his first cup of coffee. He likes to read lots of things and isn't particularly picky though he tends to keep his love of sci-fi books hidden. At first he can seem very standoffish but if you manage to become Geoffrey’s friend nothing will stop him from helping you.
Backstory: Geoffrey was born in New York City, in the Queens district to Elaine and Samuel Anderson. From an early age he was picked out as having ‘above average intelligence’ which allowed him to move up two grades. When his peers were out playing football down his road Geoffrey could be found reading at home. And as soon as he became old enough to understand the intricacies of business he became fascinated. This game was far better than Cowboy’s and Indians, if you won the war of commerce you earned money. Geoffrey went to Yale University and studied computer sciences and literature at the age of sixteen. Five years later he graduated with a first class degree and set about taking the business world by storm. At the age of twenty-two he set up his computing business that looked at new ways of tackling viruses with a system that traced it back to the attacker. By the time he was twenty-five he was a multi-millionaire.
Appearance: Geoffrey stands at 5”10 though often seems taller as he always makes sure that his posture is excellent and his personality can be quite intimidating. He has charcoal grey eyes- that are framed by a small pair of black square-rimmed spectacles- and chocolate brown hair that falls over his forehead in a messy style and somehow manages to look stylised, it’s just long enough to brush his shoulders and the fringe hangs slightly over the rim of his glasses. Geoffrey wears suits to the office that are roughly the same colour as his eyes, a white shirt and a dusky blue tie. However, when he’s ‘relaxing’ he tends to be found in a pair of black slacks and a black shirt that is tucked in.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:29 pm
Name: Vianne Drou
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Element: earth/ nature.
Personality: Vianne is a patient, kind-natured young woman with a sweet disposition. but this does not mean she does not have a temper or that she will not stand up for herself when she needs too. Vianne has quiet a ferocious temper when fully unleashed as is prone to hurling objects and abuse in french ( her native dialect),. she can also be quite haughty and short with people when provoked. despite these faults she is willing to help those in need with a sort of selflessness which is rarely seen in people in todays society. (she was bought up by strict parents!)
Appearance: Vianne is "5,4" and of a pale slender build. she has a heart-shaped face, elfen features, a dainty mouth, pale gey eyes and ashen blonde hair that hangs in tight curls, stopping at the nape of her neck. Vianne is a european size 6 and dresses to suit her frame. she has a taste for high fashion couture in earthy tones of greens, browns, greys, creams, blacks, whites, prints and textures. One of her favourite outfits is a storm greu sleevless button-up chiffon top with a ruffled neck and front and black high waisted wide leg slacks with patent point-toe ankle boots, complete with a white pashmina with grey and black leaf print motif.
Backstory: Vianne was born to Jerome and Martine Drou in the french town of Épernay in the province of Champagne-Ardenne. Vianne spent most of her early childhood helping out in the vineyards of her families farm and it was evident to few that she has a special gift with nature. her great-granmother swore blind that she saw young Vianne ripen a troublesome vine full of frost-blighted grapes with her touch. her parents didn't believe this. Vianne could be found most days up trees, playing in the courtyard or with bugs and plants and flowers, earning her the nickname "nymphe de bois" (wood nymph) from the locals. When Vianne was 10 she and her parents moved away to the city of Reims where she became grounded in her school studies and quickly adapted to the quicker pace of city life.
in her mid-teens after excelling in her exams and showing exemplary grades particulary art and fashion design (of which she had developed a keen interest), Vianne was transferred to the prestigeous Sorbonne University where she furthered her studies in Fashion design.
Vianne now continues to live and work in Paris, she currently works in a high profile fashion house as a materials and accessories buyer. Vianne is in a long term relationship with her boyfriend Antoin, whom she met at Sorbonne. Vianne is well-read and can speak four different languages fluently: english, german, latin and greek.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:32 pm
A large crack echoed through the air. Zan quickly opened his eyes and looked up as he did so a size 10 brown leather boot made contact with his ribs once more.
"Get the hell out of my shop doorway!" A very well built man shouted at Zan in a veru deep gruff voice.
"Okay i get it!" He replied in his mild toned voice.
Getting up from the fllor beneath him he made his way from the shop doorway and the very anger man. His fists clentched tightly by his sides. An icy mist circled his hands and arms creating a chill around him and the sourrounding air.
"Drop it Zan! Just drop it!" He said despretly through gritted teeth.
The mist vanished and he loosened his fists and relaxed. Picking up the pace he headed deep into the inner city of New York. The wind suddenly picked up blowing his hair into his eyes. Raising a hand to his face he pushed his hair from his eyes and stopped to look at the tall decaying brick building infront of him. Holes and falling bricks were its main structual problem. Zan began to make his way towards the large wood door written upon it "condemed". Pulling it open he slipped inside and pushed the door so it closed. Turning to his right be started to make his way up the old staircase. His lonely footsteps echoed through the empty building as he made his waqy to the top floor.
Once he reached the top he made his way down the long corridor and headed towards the door at the end of it. When he reached the door a envelop was pinned to it, gripping it with his fingers Zan pulled it off the door and turned it over.
"Zanrimanon, isn't it cold outside?"
"Someone knows my name?" He said in a low tone.
Opening the envelop he pulled out the note from its current living space and read the note.
"Dear Zan,
I know that you have lived a cold and empty life. Facing many horrors and terrors in this world we live in. Hiding from everyone, thinking you ability is a curse. You are not alone though. There are others like yourself. If you wish to know more come the 200 floor of the Vidularia Corprate building in the east side of New York city. All your questioned will be answered there."
"Someone knows about me. How intreging." He said to himslef in a curiouse voice.
Turning on his heels he made his way back towards the staircase.
"I hope they are good answers." Zan said in his mild tone once more.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:33 pm
Vianne was heading through the departure lounge to the depature gate of Paris Charles de Gaulle International Airport. it was 5.30am and the sun had still not yet risen over the horizon, the world outside the large airport windows colured a dull, frosty steely grey.
the departure lounge was quiet except for a few bussiness men and women already making thier way throught the gate. Vianne was almost to the gate, empty coffee cup in one had and portable carrycase handle in the other when a large figure came running up towards her.
"Vianne ! vianne, l'attente en haut ! "
(Vianne! vianne, wait up!)
ah she'd knowthat low baritone anywhere. her lover for the past 6 years. Antoin. a wirey young football player and banker in the city. he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her just behind the shell of her ear. she smiled, get go of the carrycase and bought her hand up to touch his briefly.
"Oh, Antoin. ... vous n'avez pas eu besoin d'aller me suivre. j'ai été loin avant qu'et vous savez que je serai arrière bientôt."
(oh, Antoin.... you didn't need to go following me. i have been away before and you know i'll be back soon.) she said in a hushed whisper.
"Je sais l'amour, juste s'occuper de vous pendant que votre dans Amérique"
(I know love, just take care of yourself while your in america)
he freed one of his hands, brought behind his back then foreward infront of her again, holding out a flower infront of her. a single tea rose.
Vianne smiled, took hold of it and turned round to face Antoin, kissed him chastely on the lips , picked up the carry case and headed through the gateway, flashing her gate pass to the attendant on her way.
"au revoir Antoin, vous voir dans quelques semaines"
(goodbye Antoin, see you in a couple of weeks)
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:38 pm
Geoffrey sat in his office, fingering the envelope that he had found laying on his desk this morning when he’d entered. This in itself was odd enough. He always came in to work at five in the morning, far earlier than any of the other employees, so he knew that his sectary couldn’t have placed it there. The other rather intriguing fact was that it merely said ‘Geoffrey Anderson’ on the front. How exactly had the letter reached the building without an address?
The actual letter inside didn’t serve to answer the many questions already racing around Geoffrey’s mind. Indeed it simply added to them.
Mr. Anderson
It is essential for the survival of your company that you come to this meeting. Come to the Vidularia Corporate building on the East Side, and come up to the 200th floor. I’ll be waiting with information for you.
Was someone threatening to make a bid for his company? Was it one of his rivals laying a trap for him? He’d never heard of the Vidularia Corporation. Geoffrey considered the many options carefully; weighing up the percentages of each of the possibilities before coming to a decision.
Opening up his diary charcoal eyes flicked down the entries as a slim hand reached for the intercom button.
“Stacy, cancel my meetings for this afternoon something rather urgent has come up.” Geoffrey said, his tone quiet. He would go to the East Side, after all no one threatened his company and got away with it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:41 pm
The passengers waiting in the departure lounge at Dublin airport turned to stare as the short teen made her way towards one of the gates. One reason for this simply could be because of her small stature or it was more likely that they were all confused by her rather odd, loud ramblings.
“Bloody stupid way of organising things if you ask me.” Catherine grumbled. “I’ve known the potential of this happening for years but do they make it easy for me? Like hell they do. I have to traipse all the way to New York to some random building to meet them all. This had better be worth it. Getting up at three in the morning to fly here is not exactly my idea of fun and now I have yet another flight. Eight hours of being up in the air. And because I can’t risk moving a whole flight it has to be eight hours. Actually thinking about that I’d best see what the other’s are doing.”
Catherine suddenly stopped walking, causing several people to have to quickly dart around her. Her eyes fluttered shut and small frown lines appeared at the bridge of her nose.
“Well they’re dotted about all over the place. Hmm, a tweak here or there can’t hurt much. We do all need to arrive at the same time after all.” Catherine’s nose scrunched up as she was obviously concentrating hard, her pale skin going even whiter. A minute or so later she opened her eyes and gave a tired smile. “There done, worth the headache.”
Not paying attention to the audience she’d accumulated Catherine continued to make her way to the gate where her flight was currently boarding.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 1:19 pm
Name: Drake Morgan
Age:25
Gender:male
sexuality: straight
alliegence: The Mystc clan of Tirocinium Talis, his urban family and kids.
Power type: water element/ocean
Fighting skill/style: Capoeira, kick-boxing. Drake is more of a hands on type of person and is a fighter by heart, although he would rather talk his way out of a situation then battle with his powers.
Appearance: Drake stands at 6"5" and is of muscular build with tanned skin and huge dark tribal tattoos up the expanse of his back. he also has 7 peircings, 2 titanium rings in the tops of both his ears, 2 small studs in the right ear, 1 flesh tunnel in the right ear and 1 bar in his right n****e. Drake has strong features and jawline. he has dark brown deep set eyes and thick eyebrows (also his natural hair colour). He has electric blue (dyed) hair in a huge mohawk. The rest of his hair is shaved bald apart from the temples which are kept long and also blue.
On most days he can be seen wearing boardshorts in dayglo colours and siokening patterns. he has bandaged feet or walks around in barefoot. sometimes battered old army surplus boots, open shirt and woolen ski hat and mirrored aviators if he's going out.
Hobbies: Spending his days bumming around his pad in miami or his beach house in Verona. He does a part time coaching job doing martial arts, entertaining and surfing and participating in martial arts tourniments and competitions. He is currently building a motor trike with his friends as a project. Drake also throws alot of gatherings and parties.
History: Drake has had a normal happy childhood with loving parents, they were both singer/songwriters and had many number 1 hits. Sadly Drake lost both parents in a tragic plane crash while he was still young, leaving him to be looked after aunt. Now that his aunt has past away and he is in adult life, he is enjoying life and living off the royalties of his parents success. Drake has no job and is currently getting bored of the high-life. drake has everything and has done it all. He was even married for 4 years to his sweetheart Claire whom he has had two children with. 5 year old Cody and 2 year old Rowen. Claire is currewntly divorced from Drake and is dating someone else. She and Drake have maintained a good relationship and Drake regualrly visits her and the kids and sometimes looks after them, he also pays maintainence.
Likes: Girls, socialising, Cody and Rowan, drinking, money, hashish.
Dislikes: intolerant tossers, fights, losing, boredom.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 1:20 pm
Poeple on the first class section of the AIRCHINA boeing 747 could not believe what they were seeing. it seemed anyone these days could upgrade to first class. here he was muscling along the second row a petite flight attendent following him, chittering away annoyingly.
the man was about "7'4" tanned skin and had the most absured hair ever seen... and his dress sense wasn't in much better state. the man settled down in an aisle seat and streched out his long legs. the flight attendent, took his backpack and stuffed into the overhead compartment above him.
"is there anything else i can get you sir? drink maybe?"
drake looked up at the woman. pretty, maybe a bit to much makeup on but she looked nice.
" uh yeah sure, you got some orange juice and a couple of asperin?"
" yep, just one minute sir" the attentant chirpted happily and went off to fetch his order."
Drake stretched his leg out infront of him, lyed his head back against the plush seating and let out a deep sigh. last nights party in bangkok had been a blinder and now he was feeling the effects. he slipped on a pair of mirrored aviators (always handy in situations where your head decided that the sun was too bright). and took out a letter personally addressed to him, that he had kept in his short pocket, just then the attendent came back with his juice and asperin, he thanked her, woolfed down the pills and drained his glass, setting the glass down on a side table he glanced at his letter. a puzzling little piece of paper but he wassure he'd find some answers in new york.
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