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Rules:

1.) Absolutely NO godmodding!

2.) No puppetting.

3.) Power-playing is forbidden as well.

4.) Cybering is absolutly forbidden! If you even sugguest to it, I will delete your character profile.

5.) Romance is allowed.

6.) If there was a rating on this, I'd allow it to be rated R for blood and gore, but that's all.

7.) Swearing is allowed, but keep it PG-13.

8.) PM me your profiles.

9.) If you are confused, PM me about what you are confused with.

10.) If you think that any certain power you want may be considered godmodding, PM me or a fellow RPer with it and ask what they or I think.

11.) You must be literate, not semi-literate.

12.) Use "" for speech, Do not use **, (), or [] for actions.

13.) I may change the rules when I feel it is neccessary.

14.) The most important rule of all...have fun.

Introduction
Rules
Character Skeleton
Accepted Characters (You are here.)
OPEN-MUCH!

Accepted Characters:

Gaia Name: Hellbent Soldier
Character Name: Rayne Mirage
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human/ Angel (are combo races allowed? if not then im just a plain ole' human)
Empire: Dragonra
Rank: Lieutenant
Power(s): Flash Powder.
Special:Mind's Eye, Can read a persons thoughts, takes extreme concentration so it impossible in battle
Personallity: Very outgoing and arrogant
Bio: Severe case of amnesia at 15, doesn't remember family or life, just war.
Appearance sad Picture of discription) A young roguish person, carrie a long black dagger and a katana on his back. Red hair, wears a black mask over his mouth, and left eye, his right eye is blood red and has a scar over it.




Gaia Name: Sephiroth003
Character Name: Eric
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race sad not ethnicity): Dragon/Vampire
Power(s) sad up to three allowed): Fire Manipulation(very minimal)
Special sad up to two allowed(must have side effects): "Ultimate Strike"-a name he made up for a cool looking move he invented(no it is not a god mod attack), he intends it to be a last hit type of attack, because afterwards he loses a tremendous amount of stamina barely having enough to stand
Personallity: Easy going, will defend those he cares for, has a weakness for cute girls, and hates it when people keep talking about their accomplishments over and over again
Bio: Erics' father, Veritas the great fire dragon of mythic lore, saw a woman he thought beautiful and decided to have her. When she refused his offers of love he decided to take her forcefully. Unknowningly Veritas had consorted with a vampire, a weak one but a vampire none the less. After countless attempts to kill his son when he was an infant, Eric grew up knowing no family, his mother killing herself a few weeks after his birth. Veritas refuses to even acknowledge Eric as his son because he has "tainted" blood as he claims to the other dragons. Eric now wanders the world trying to find someone who will help him if not from a gesture of kindness and caring, then a gesture of pity or disgust. Eric no longer cares, after years of being ridiculed by kids for his weird behavior, his emotions have cooled over and have been replaced by a cold hostility towards anyone he doesn't know or believes he cannot trust.
Appearance sad Picture of discription):

Gaia Name: D3mon1cGuard1an
Character Name: Conner Darson
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Ogre
Power(s): Ice Control, Wind Control, and Water Control

Special: Blizzard Wolf (combining his abilities he makes a blizzard in which he attacks at unnatural speed making him look like a wolf to his victim) It can be dodged if your good enough since he hasn't perfected the attack.

Personallity: Hearty, Silent (unless spoken too), Can be stubborn, Protective, and

Bio: He was the product of an ogre raid on a village. His mother was shunned but was determined to have a child. When he was born his mother raised him as best she could, until she fell ill and died when he was 10. After his mothers death the village exiled him calling him a bad omen. While he was trying to survive on his own he met a mercenary group that allowed him to join their ranks as a pack mule of some sort. One of the mecrenaries took him under his wing and taught him how to wield all sorts of weapons but he always prefered the sword. When he was 18 he recieved a special blade (shown in pic) from the leader of the mercenaries. On the night that they were celebrating a victory in battle they were ambushed and most of the mercenaries were destroyed. The other mercenaries decided to disband the group since their leader had died, thus Conner found himself in a port harbor where he became a sailor. As he sailed a sorceror taught him how to control certain elements. When he was 20 the ship came across a pirate ship and was decimated. He was taken capture and was going to be sold as slave, but when he got the chance he broke free gathered his gear that they had taken including some gold for what they had done, and escaped. At the age of 22 he is now a rebel warrior wondering what adventure he will have next.
Appearance:

Rayne sat back against a tree tossing a flash powder capsule, watching the twilight of the sun setting. "Beautiful."

((Do we have type imperial empire?))

Conner threw back another mug of ale and slammed it on the table. Walking up to the barkeep he took out a few coins and gave them to the man. "Thanks for the brew." he then turned around and walked outside the tavern. Sighing he looked around it was a nice little town, but he smelled trouble in the air. "Well I suppose I should go talk to the farmer who offered a room." he muttered to himself as he started to walk to the edge of town where a cottage surrounded by rows and rows of vegetables stood.

Rayne walks through the street, looking around. He searched around, at the slightest sign of a Rebel he could call for an imperial army to come down on this small excuse for a town. With a disgusted look on his face, he walked around observing the poorly made militia guards. The gate of the city stood open, a smalls trike force could tear this entire city apart. Rayne was hopeing inside for a battle, some blood spilled on this cobblestone is just the excitment he needed.