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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:43 pm

Living Enmity. As in Living Hatred/Animosity.

A Bulletin Posted In The Streets.

To the people of my Kingdom,

Fame and greed are some of the selling points to war. They tell you it is for the greater good. They show you the things you want to see. The women who will flock to you, the men who will respect you, and the people who will bow down to you. But there are things they do not show you. The blood that you will see on your hands, years after you have washed them. The grief that will plague you, when you see the death in the eyes of your enemy. And the constant idea that any moment, you could lose everything you have worked for. War is a frivolous thing. One that causes pain and despair, but still draws you in with the promise of gold and glory. But even then, it is unfaithful. For no one knows who really won the war, who did the most work, or fought the hardest. War is man’s foolish creation. And even with that knowledge, no one can stop it.

I entrust you realize that war is an enemy in itself, but although all this is true, the people of my kingdom have fought for me. Not a day goes by where I do not hear the cries of the people who are taken away to live a life of servitude to the creatures of the dark, or screams of the people who are speared, moments before fame has set it’s eyes on them. This day in age is treacherous. Our Medieval technology barely surpassing that of our enemies.

With this in mind I would like to enlist your help in protecting our bountiful country. In hopes that one day, we will stand above those that daunt us most, and we will no longer live in fear.

Only with the best intentions,

Nephthys Deorian

One hundred years and war has ravaged the land beyond the Deorian Kingdom's boundaries. A feeble wall of steel and rock falling to the outer forces, the creatures of the dark. Often enough humans and elves alike are taken from the village that surrounds the walls of the castle, to be put into slavery for the enemy. Kelpies, Demons, and Werewolves filling their ranks. The Keep's fighters, a compilation of Avenging Angels, Vampires, and Elementals have worked hard to keep a semblance of normal for their lives.

The Royal Family consists of Vampires, their Countess, Lady Deorian, has ruled for little over 14 years, after her father passed away. Victim to an assassin like so many others. The Angels heal those who are wounded in their battle. And Avenging Angels fight for them. Elementals are another among the troops, while Sprites grow herbs and food inside the walls surrounding the Keep.
Assassins of all races come from both sides to weaken the other in their plight. Robberies, arson, and murders are all too often.

Choose your side and fight for what you think is right.

Dark: Kelpies, Demons, Evil Sprites, Werewolves. Any dark race.
Light: Vampires, Angels, Sprites, Elementals.
Neutral: Elves, Humans, Nekos

The Deorian Keep~

Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:44 pm

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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:45 pm

Occupations:

Royal Family
Healer
Soldier
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Slave
Villager
Master
Assassin

If you have 2 occupations, I will put you in the dominating practice.

For Example:

My character, Nephthys Deorian, is a master and royalty.
But foremost she is royalty.

Let's say your character is soldier and assassin, but mostly does soldier work, then you would be put under the fighter's label. Whether it be a dark or light fighter.

Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:46 pm

Rules:

-No Godmodding AT ALL
-No Kills Without Permission
-Use (()) For OC (Out of character)
-Do Not Use - For Actions. Just Say It.
-1st Or 3rd Person
-Use Italics For Thoughts And "" For Speech
-If You're Reading Rules, Put “Medieval” On Your Profile. Somewhere. So I Know.
-Romance at Pg-16ish
-Keep Cussing Low
-All F-bombs and S-bombs Must Be Censored
-Don't Steal Characters (Mind control, etc)
-Please Be Semi Literate
-All posts must be at least 5 sentences. Can’t have one liners- you know?
-Send me your profile, do not post it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:50 pm

Accepted Profiles:

Royal Family(can't have many):

Username: TerribleTeddy
Character Name: Countess/Lady Deorian, Nephthys Deorian. (After the goddess of death in Egyptian Culture.)
Age: Looks 16, really 30.
Race: Vampire
Power ((Limit to 3)): Fire and Vampire Natural Abilities
Weapon: Flame Whip
Fighting Style: Torturous
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)): Light
Biography: Fourteen years ago, on Nephthys' sixteenth birthday, her father was assassinated. Because she had no other siblings, she was raised into the title "Countess". The Deorian Keep was then under her strict rule, but many tried to appose her, all failing. Her young age was a part of many ridicules. Because she had no suitor, and therefore was more vulnerable, she was challenged to duels for her position on the throne.
Occupation: Royalty. The Countess.
Where They Live ((Village, etc)): The Deorian Keep
Who They Own ((If A Master)): Zamora
Who The Are Owned By: N/A
Anime Picture: User Image

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Username: Alicea-rose
Character Name: Lord Ryoushi Ketsueki
Age: Looks 17 actual age is 710
Race: Vampire
Power ((Limit to 3)): Spell-casting, incredibly speed -even for a vampire,
Weapon: Scythe and two 1"0 blades.
Fighting Style: A little known style by the name of The Karite-odori, only taught within the family of Ketsueki. It is incredibly dangerous to learn and was an illegal style until 100 years ago.
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)): Light
Biography: Ryoushi Ketsueki is the youngest brother of the Ketsueki family. The Ketsueki family are very close to the Countess and have always supported her. Ryoushi and his two older brothers are incredibly skilled fighters and have saved their lady's life on occasions. Ryoushi's nature is gentlemanly and compassionate. He deeply cares for the Countess, although she is oblivious to his feelings.
Occupation: Royal Family, a friend of the house of Deorian.
Where They Live ((Village, etc)): The royal house of Ketsueki.
Who They Own ((If A Master)): N/A for now.
Who They Are Owned By ((If A Slave)): N/A
Anime Picture: User Image

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Fighters:

Dark-

Username:XxElectraLightxX
Character Name: Ramsies
Age:560
Race:Werewolf
Power ((Limit to 3)): Darkness of shadows.
Weapon: His claws and teeth
Fighting Style: His style
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)) biggrin ark
Biography:Ramsies grew up in the underworld trained and beaten to know the ways of the dark warrior. Now he is a brutal fighter and killer and mercy is the last thing on his mind.
Occupation: War Lord. (soldier)
Where They Live: Enemy Camps
Who The Are Owned By: N/A
Who They Own: N/A
Anime Picture:
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Light-

Username: Green2griffin
Character Name: Zess
Age: 23
Race: Elemental
Power (Limit to 3): Wind/Air user.
Weapon: Sword
Fighting Style: Idk… Normal samurai style I guess.
Side (Dark, Light, Neutral): Light
Biography: Born in the village, Zess was trained by his only remaining parent, his father, to use a sword from a young age until he was 13, where his father passed away. Now Zess works as one of the castles soldiers fighting off the dark forces. He would like to meet the Countess in person at some point and so strives to gain a high enough rank to do so.
Occupation: Soldier
Where They Live (Village, etc.): Barracks on the inside of the first wall.
Who They Own (If a Master): N/A
Who they’re owned By: N/A
Anime Picture:
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Username:XxelectralightxX
Character Name: Avangeli
Age: looks 18 is 200
Race: Elf
Power ((Limit to 3)): Everytime she pulls on her Bow and energy is released 10 times more faster. On anything she wields.
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Fighting Style: Bow and arrow but then she learned martial arts over time.
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral Light
Biography: Avangeli was born in the woods of Deorian and learned to wield any weapon but bow and arrow is her choice of weapon. She became a elite soldier but she doesn't see how war is gonna get them anywhere.
Occupation: Soldier is learning to be a healer
Where They Live: deorian
Anime Picture: User Image

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Username: Forestwolfss
Character Name: Alexander Lyon
Age:23
Race:Human
Power: Ice, breath of life, Skadi's favour.
Weapon: Longsword
Fighting Style: Sword and shield
Side: Neutral
Biography: Alexander originates from the snow covered north lands, born in a small village with few others around for miles in all directions. Alexander was trained by his father in the arts of combat and trained by the temple of Skadi in the arts of manipulating the cold to create and shape ice where ever he was as long as there was enough moisture in the air. He was also taught another valuable skill during his time with the priests of Skadi, the breath of life. It was a rare ability with his people, used to give life to lifeless objects. Alexander quickly figured out how to combine his two skills together, creating ice golems of varying size and strength but also discovered that it took a great deal of effort to maintain more than a single golem of any size. When he came of age and finished training, Alexander signed up with a mercenary group known as the steel legion. With them he travelled the world and perfected his skills in combat. Unfortunately his time with the steel legion did not last. A chance encounter with a large hoard quickly decimated the ranks of the steel legion. The few that survived barely made it to safe places. Alexander now found himself in some keep caught up in something he knew nothing about and did not really care to learn what it was about. All he knew is that he had very little money, enough to purchase a cheep hovel in a village to give him a roof over his head and that people within the keep needed man power, or that was the rumour at least.
Occupation: Soldier
Where They Live: A village outside Deorian Keep
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Villagers:

Username: Green2Griffin
Character Name: Zero
Age: 21
Race: Neko
Power ((Limit to 3)): None.
Weapon: none, but he can use his claws and teeth.
Fighting Style: Cat
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)): Neutral
Biography: Born in the village, he has limited education, his parents were caught and taken into the enemy camps when he was young, he doesn’t really remember them so it doesn’t bother him too much. Zero is quite lazy and so instead of working he generally just runs around stealing food from stalls and the rest of the time, sleeping wherever there is a free bed, even if this means sneaking into people’s homes.
Occupation: Villager
Where They Live ((Village, etc)): Village surrounding the castle.
Who they own ((If A Master)): N/A
Who they’re Owned By: N/A
Anime Picture:
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Maids:

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Healers:

Username: ruby0011
Character Name: Raven Nocturne
Age: looks 16, lost count
Race: angel
Power ((Limit to 3)): illusions, healing
Weapon: a rapier given to her by her parents
Fighting Style: Improvise
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)):
Biography: Raven grew up in heaven, learning everything there is to know about healing. Living with strict and high expectations she grew a little cold. Later she was sent down to help heal the wounded. She would rather be out fighting than healing. Finds her job extremely boring.
Occupation: healer
Where They Live ((Village, etc)): village around the castle
Who They Own ((If A Master)):
Who They Are Owned By ((If A Slave)):
Anime Picture: User Image

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Gardeners:

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Masters:

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Slaves:

Username: TerribleTeddy
Character Name: Syria Kerzoren
Age: 16
Race: Human
Power ((Limit to 3)): N/A
Weapon: N/A
Fighting Style: N/A
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)): Neutral
Biography: Syria was taken from her parents when she was born and kept in the slave community. She was passed from Master to Master as soon as they grew bored of her submissive attitude. Most never bothered to remember her name. She trusted no one. And in the enemy camps, she would never be treated with compassion. Resigned to her fate, she put up no fight, pleasing her owners was her life.
Occupation: Slave
Where They Live ((Village, etc)): Enemy Camps
Who They Own ((If A Master)): N/A
Who The Are Owned By: N/A (For now. Should Be A Domineering Type. I Dislike Compassionate Masters.)
Anime Picture: User Image

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Username:XxelectralightxX
Character Name: Zamora
Age:15
Race:Human
Power: N/A
Weapon: a little dagger
Fighting Style: Doesn't have one
Side: Neutral
Biography: taken away by her mother now she is a slave for the Countess. Secretly are best of friends. But being treated badly by others because most think the human race is a weak race.
Occupation: Slave
Where They Live: The Deorian Keep
Who The Are Owned By: Lady Deorian
Who They Own: N/A
Anime Picture: User Image

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Assassins:

Username: niteshade95
Character Name: Helio shadowfire
Age: looks 19 but is really 120
Race: vampire
Power ((Limit to 3)): can control lightning and cast very powerfull illusions
Weapon: twin blades
Fighting Style: nitefire -a family style-
Side ((Dark, Light, Neutral)): light
Biography: born to a family of assassins Helio rose to the top of his family quickly learning all he could from his father anfd elders he then left at age 12 to make a name for himself he came to the kingdom in hopes that he could find something to do that would be worth his time
Occupation: assassin
Where They Live ((Village, etc)): village near the lake
Who They Own ((If A Master)):
Who They Are Owned By ((If A Slave)):
Anime Picture:
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:05 pm

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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:29 pm

Satin heels clicked furiously across marble floors as Nephthys Deorian made her way to the meeting hall she held political gatherings in. The guards standing watch at the doors nodded in polite respect and stepped aside, allowing the Countess passage into a grand room filled with velvet tapestries depicting the Royal Keep, the Gardens, and the Throne. She took her seat in front of a large audience, her fellow royalty turning to face her with rapt attention. The silence made her uneasy, but the way they gazed upon her came with the territory, she mused. With a flick of her wrist, the doors shut and Lady Deorian began the meeting that was to assign rations to her loyal troops.

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After many hours of argueing and coming up with no useful solutions, Nephthys put her foot down and decided that each troop be alloted three course meals, although the rations were not as large as she hoped. Her village did need it's own sustenance, after all. With an exasperated sigh at the questions and concerns of her most trusted court, she stood and excused herself, needing the rest she had been denied of the night before, having been informed that an assassination attempt had been caught in the courtyard.

Nephthys' wing of the castle started at large double doors of mahogony, guarded by an assortment of troops that varied in size. Amused to see only ten at post this evening, she moved languidly through the doors that clicked shut behind her. The corridor that lead to her room seemed to stretch on forever to her. She pushed open the ivory french doors, admiring he deep violet color on the walls that matched her canopy bed, black trim accenting the decor. Slipping out of the dress she had donned almost reluctantly this morning, she threw on a deep burgundy silk nightgown and fell into bed, losing the grace she held for hours during the day. Sleep did not come easily to the Lady, her nightmares filled with the screams of her people outside the walls of the Deorian Kingdom.

Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:26 pm

"Get going Zamora! I swear you are useless!"One of the maids said pushing her while she had cup of blood on her hands,"H-hey!!! I do as more then you tramps any day so back off will ya!??" Zamora being a slave and a human wasn't the best combination in this world. She sighed and looked at the blood that had spilled,"Dammit.." She looked around at this beautiful castle and saw so much flaw in it. The flaw of respect. Her fists clenched and the young girl grabbed the cup and went outside. The castle had vines six stories high, that was enough to get to the Countess, climbing up was a challenge indeed the blue eyes human was full of determination though. Minutes later she made it on top,"Nephthy.." She said in a whisper,"Nephthy.. I brought you something to cure your troubles." She said slitting her hand,drawing blood into the cup.

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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:52 pm

The sound of rustling leaves broke the silence in Nephthys' room. She shifted uneasily in her bed and rolled over to discern the movement outside her window. Calm washed over her when the scent of her slave and friend carried on the breeze over to her. "Honestly, Zamora. When you fall six stories, I might not save you." She huffed, clearly aggrivated at the small girl for being foolhardy enough to climb so high up. Silently, the Countess ticked off the levels of her home in order of lowest to highest. The first holding the throne room where peasants and the like asked for favors and blessings, next level was where food was given at all times of the day, human food and blood donors alike. Higher up in the house were the servents quarters followed by meeting halls on the fourth floor as well as a wide expanse of hospital wings. Above were large rooms for the wealthy and royal, courtesy of Nephthys. Her room, baths, personal kitchen, and luxaries were on the sixth and last floor, guarded heavily twenty-four hours a day. After making a list of the floors, she contemplated how difficult it would be to drop down all six to catch the child before her attention zoned in on Zamora's heartbeat. Accepting the glass, Nephthys marveled at the regentavie effects, feeling her energy heighten for the first time that day. "I'm surprised the guards didn't catch you. Maybe I should have a word with them." Anger bubbled just under the surface. What if that had been an assassin? I wouldn't have too much of a problem disposing of a threat, but there should be a higher security outside. Disposing of the idea, she tousled Zamora's hair and smiled at the girl she held so close to her heart.

Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 12:14 am

Zamora patched up her wound by tearing the cloth of her clothes. She really didn't care how she dressed. Then she smirked, her blue eyes sparkling while looking at the Higher Rule of this kingdom."Oh don't get worried." She knew her mistress well enough in her tone that she was worried."I won't fall. The vines are very tough and can hold my weight." She said with a nod. The Countess was not only her best friend but acted like a mother almost. She does scold her which she doesn't like, but at the end of the day. Is happy that she cares."Though I can guard the walls! I certainly can!" She said in excitement wanting the job. She was a little human, 4"11 in height to prove herself was very hard.

She hugged the Countess and layed down on the bed from exhaustion from climbing to high. She was tough and strong, but that was the hardest thing ever.

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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 4:41 am

(wha? have we started? >.<)

After coming back to the castle this morning to start his rounds with the rest of the guards, Zess was outside, he'd strayed from the rest of the guards in secret upon hearing noises from the garden, when he got there he heard voices realising whatever danger there was had passed already.
He hid around the corner of the wall so they couldn't see him, his breath slightly hitched he covered his mouth with one hand trying to concele his running breath from the people around the wall. Zess sighed, his rescue attempt down the drain he leant against the wall for a brief moment before slowly walking away, as to be as quiet as he possibly could.

Zero was in the village, curled up on some unsuspecting persons bed whom he knew had a night shift for work that night. his eyes opened partially as he looked to the window, which was a simple square shaped hole in the wall covered by a thin layer of light material. he sat up, stretching his arms out above him his stomach growled, loudly. "ugh, why does that always happen" he spoke to himself, He did that often if he didn't he might as well not have a voice since he doesn't talk to anyone else. getting up from the bed he noticed it was light out now, the owner would be getting back soon. he heard the door, very soon.
Diving out of the back door he couldn't help but laugh as he ran from the building diving behind some hedges. "hah, well at least I warmed it up for him" he laughed to himself, walking over and sitting on the ledge of a small fountain. Casually, he dipped his hand in and cupped some water to his mouth drinking it. "need to go do some daily shopping.." he grumbled, patting his stomach lightly. "effort..."

Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:05 am

((Sorry. We started so late last night that I didn't think to tell anyone. My bad. ^_^"))

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Nephthys rolled her eyes and snorted, something she would never do around other royalty. Silently, she walked over to the window, watching the scenery, her eyes darting down towards the ground. I could have sworn...? Maybe not. Finding nothing to be wrong, she turned away from the window. With a slam, the gilded glass shut of their own volition. The Lady moved to the small girl in her bed and touched her forehead gently, knowing well that she could not handle too much exertion. "I do not need you to guard me, my dear. What I do need is someone to be there for me when anything goes wrong. That in itself is all the more dangerous." She sighed and crawled back into bed, holding Zamora to her, the girl's now slowing heartbeat putting the Countess at ease. To her dismay, that morning's events crawled into her mind.

It had been near sunrise when the Countess had found her way to bed, only to be be awakened by shouts in the courtyard below. She had slipped into more regal clothing reluctantly before Moving, a kind of speed that almost seems like teleportation. Once at the spot of the commotion, her eyes layed upon quite a few of her guards pushing down an elemental. The fight had been quick and she was informed that his intention was a claim on her life. The news had no effect on her, it happened more often then not. Two years before, the Lady was actually injured, the shaft of an arrow burried in her shoulder. Pain like she had never felt caused her body to shut down, and she had found herself in the infirmary. Sounds of conflict shook her from her reverie when the elemental seemed to explode with energy and a guard pushed Nephthys down. The momentary pause from her men allowed their enemy to escape, only to haunt her thoughts now.

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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:41 am

(okay xP)

Minutes later, Zess was back with the rest of the guards in his stiff, repetative role beside his co-workers. In a matter of minutes, the gaurds were routinely scattered throughtout the castle, most of them guarding the outside and inside of the wall whereas others were posted inside the castle. Zess' duty today was to guard one of the luxury rooms, the kitchen. this was not only the kitchen but the supply room and other essentials that would go with it. normally a boring job but he was usually posted near the storage rooms. He headed upstairs and stood where he was designated to stand for at least 4 hours.

Zero however, was on the search for food. one of the main roads leading into the palace just so happened to be close to where he had illegally stayed the night. There were several carts heading to the castle, probably supplies... supplies = food. food = not going to starve. "bwhaha" being of Neko race he was naturally more stealthy than your average person and so getting close to the carts was easy... getting to them might be a bit harder though.
one of the supply carts handlers got off the wagon and stepped down to face the guard at the gate "I've brought the supplies that were ordered 3 days ago, there was a lot to gather I will take responsibility for any that may have spoiled, I do give refunds" he said, staring down at some of the paperwork he had for the order (lol, do they have paper?) the guard checked the sales person to see if he was legitimate and stepped over removing the cloth to check to supplies to make sure. the guard saw nothing wrong. "go ahead." and with a wave of his hand, guards opened a way for the supplies to be brought through.
Meanwhile, Zero had gotten into one of the carts that were at the back of the line, sneaking in he started picking at the food, by the time they were moving, he would be noticed... so stayed really, really still. "dammit.." he whispered to himself.

Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:42 am

Alexander rose from a very uncomfortable sleep. He did not have much for a bed other than a stack of hay covered with a blanket and his cloak to cover himself at night. This was a dire situation for him, stuck far form home with no money to get home. Fighting another war with little to gain from it this time. Alexander now began to question his reasons for leaving his home all those years ago but it was too late to dwell on the past. He needed to survive and hopefully with enough time, this small job would pay enough for him to travel back to his home up north. For now he would just have to survive of simple ration and try to set some aside for the more desperate times. He took a moment to examine the small hovel he now called home. "Alexander.... what have you gotten yourself into this time?" mumbled Alexander as he realised the state of his home. he had spent the last of his money just gaining this place and now realised that it was in need of many repairs. The roof was full of holes, the walls seemed like they were ready to collapse and the fire pit was in no state to be used. "You get what you pay for." mumbled Alexander as he rose, attaching his cloak and heading for what resembled the door but could have been a poorly mended hole in the wall. It was time to head out and collect his rations and see what this keep really had to offer. He started the walk towards the second level of the keep where he would gain what little sustenance he could.

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