NSWRPF Archive The Divine Chronicles: A Mythological RPG

Zethyus RPG Productions proudly present to you their debut role-playing game:

The Divine Chronicles: A Mythological RPG

Darkness has fallen on the once peaceful planet of Ehre, a world nigh identical to that of Earth. Teralitos, the God of Death and the King of the Underworld was mysteriously murdered, and the Underworld was left without a leader. Therefore, Velyu, the niece of Teralitos and Goddess of Mystery, claimed the title of Queen of the Underworld, much to the bewilderment of the remaining ten gods and goddesses of the Underworld. She firmly believed that Zethyus, the God of Life and King of the Heavens was the killer of her beloved uncle.

Thus the Underworld declared war against the Heavens, and their soldiers rose from the ground as the warriors of the Heavens floated down from the skies to battle.

For twenty years, the world of Ehre knew nothing but war. But the Underworld was quickly diminishing the Heavens from the epic battle, and were on the verge of victory. Fully aware of this, Zethyus remained obedient to the doctrine of the gods of the Heavens - never interfere with mortal ordeals, including war. However, Zethyus still took action. From the Heavens, he forged a legion of amazing warriors with god-like abilities - the Divines. Also, he instilled in their minds counterfeit memories of false lives that they lead, for without memories, one would hardly exist.

Now, the Divines of the Heavens strive to turn the tide of the war, embarking on epic crusades and journeys, much to the dismay of the Underworld. Little do they know what awaits them at the end of their quest...

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Hello, and welcome to [b]The Divine Chronicles[/b]. In this RPG, you will play as one of the aforementioned Divines of the Heavens, harnessing the power of your choice (power will be limited), and using it to drive back the forces of the Underworld. You will embark on assignments given to you by Zethyus or other gods or goddesses from the Heavens. Some may require you to fight, others may not. Only time will tell.

[u][b]Factions[/b][/u]:

[u]The Heavens[/u]: The Heavens is a world that lies above the skies, a truly wondrous place. Their soldiers, the Angel Warriors, have two large, white-feathered wings protruding from the backs, and wear white garbs with little armor underneath. Each Angel Warrior possesses one sword and circular shield, and possess the power of light.

[u]The Underworld[/u]: The Underworld is the world where all evil spirits go once their bodies die, and lies deep beneath the earth. It is dark and morbid, a very repulsive place. Their soldiers, the Zombie Warriors, have normal bodies but possess skeletal faces. From these faces, skeletal horns protrude above, standing about a foot in height. The warriors have swords of fire, and possess the power of darkness.

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[color=red][b]RULES[/b][/color]:
1. This RPG has nothing to do with any established mythology. All characters and locations are created, and are not based on any previous stories. This means no Zeus, Hercules, Hades, etc.
2. [color=red][b]PRIVATE MESSAGE THE GAME MASTER YOUR CHARACTER SHEET FOR APPROVAL! DO NOT POST CHARACTER SHEET IN THREAD OR IT WILL BE IGNORED.[/b][/color]
3. Only two characters allowed per player.
4. Some god-moding is allowed [b]WHEN APPROPRIATE[/b]. Chances are, the Divines won't have any trouble with a generic Zombie Warrior, but when facing a very powerful and prodigious creature, there shall be no god-moding.
5. Follow the [link=http://boards.theforce.net/tos.asp]ToS[/link] rules.
6. Have fun (I feel there will be no shortage of it)!

[u][b]Character Sheet[/b][/u]:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Power (don't make it too powerful):
Personality
---Traits:
---Likes:
---Dislikes:
---Habits:
Appearance
---Skin Color:
---Hair Color/Style:
---Eye Color:
---Clothing/Equipment:
Weapon(s):
Biography (fabricated from Zethyus):

Keep in mind when filling out the character sheet that when one power is taken, it's gone. There will be only one Divine for each power, so there won't be m

 

PM coming my friend. Looking foward to this one.

 

PM Sent.

 

Name: Ulrich Leliand
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Power: The God's Fury, increases his overall skills as a warrior. His eyes glow and his hands become surrounded by a red aura. He can move faster, jump higher, and kill quicker.
Personality
---Traits: Talks a lot. Smart-Alek.
---Likes: Fighting anything that gets in his way.
---Dislikes: Stupid and weak people.
---Habits: N/A
Appearance
---Skin Color: Tan
---Hair Color/Style: Long Dark Brown hair. Comes down to his shoulder.
---Eye Color: Blue
---Clothing/Equipment: [image=http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i219/ScaPaCamem/wallpaper_800.jpg]
Weapon(s): 4 Moderately sized knives. I retracting blade in his gauntlet. One-Handed fine-steel sword. Crossbow with silver bolts.
Biography (fabricated from Zethyus): Ulrich was born into a family of underground assassins. His father was one of the greatest silent killers ever to walk the planet. His mother had a nack for creating deadly potions. Very early on Ulrich began watching his father and learning both what to do and what not to do.

He couldn't wait to become an Assassin just like his father. Until one day when Ulrich saw the true nature of what his father did. He saw his father kill a woman and her child, Ulrich was devestated. He immediatley packed up all his belongings and ran away. He was found near death by a group of soldiers fighting in the war. He trained with them for years learning how to fight in battles.


Now using his training as an assassin, as a soldier, and his mysterios God's Fury power Ulrich has become a very talented warrior.

 

Name: Maya Yubari
Gender:Female
Age: 25
Power: Divine Intervention: She can bolster morale in her allies and cause despair in the enemy (like battle meditation)
Personality
---Traits:she is calm and collected however she can be arrogant and quite stubborn due to the usefullness of her power/
---Likesatience, intelligence, peace
---Dislikes: Stupidity, rushing into things
---Habits: none
Appearance
---Skin Color:very pale white, like ivory
---Hair Color/Style: black in two un-even buns with chopsticks and bits of cloth (very strange)
---Eye Color: pale blue
---Clothing/Equipment: long, simple, silk, white/silver dress.
Weapon(s):Two handed sword made from silver with diamond edge.
Biography (fabricated from Zethyus): Born into a rich family Maya was used to the finest of things which in turn resulted in her being quite stubborn. Her powerful abilities merley helped in making her an arrogant teenager. She would often pit two men against each other for her affection and use her powers to make the one she wanted win. Due to this she does not have many friends however she is very useful in battle situations. This makes her one of the most important figures in heavens army.

 

~GM APPROVED~

Character Sheet:

Name: Megaera
Gender: Female
Age: Appears to be 19 in human standards
Power (don't make it too powerful): Her songs are charged with divine power and are themselves much like spells of the clerics and priests, these songs can be shaped to accomplish almost anything.
Personality
---Traits: Music follows her, be it in the song of birds or the symphony of nature it is always there in the background.
---Likes: Loyalty, Justice, Honor
---Dislikes: Betrayal, Lies, Tyranny
---Habits: Sings a lot, sometimes she hums, or whistles.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Tan
---Hair Color/Style: Black
---Eye Color: Blue
---Clothing/Equipment: Armor, white cape, boots, gloves.
Weapon(s): Sword

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Biography (fabricated from Zethyus):

Megaera's memories of the life Zethyus gave her is not a happy one, she remembers an abusive father and a mother who drank to deal with her problems. She remembers the poverty and hunger, and though her life offered no hope she was able to find joy from a song.

Just over five years ago she walked away from her home, she had no idea of where to go at the time. By sheer luck she wandered barefoot and almost starving and found herself at the doorstep of a temple dedicated to Zethyus, King of the Heavens.

The monks loved her natural singing voice and she eagerly took to their songs, over the next few years she had become a member of the new family at the temple and dedicated her life to the worship of Zethyus. She chose the life of a warrior, a holy defender of her faith., and a champion the oppressed.

 

Zethyus Approved

Name: Qyjoep (pronounced Kai-yupp), (aka "Hunter of Spring" and "Dreaming Space Devil")
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Power: Qyjoep can summon forth the magical abilities of his heritage and cast spells that can manipulate astral matter and fire.
Personality
---Traits: Withdrawn - which unconciously conceals being inspired.
---Likes: Destruction, fire, devastation
---Dislikes: His father, the Gods which scorned him, nature itself
---Habits: Qyjoep is a pyromaniac in the heaviest sense of the term. He constantly must light something ablaze, be it animal, mineral, or vegetable
Appearance
---Skin Color: Coal black, with tinges of red
---Hair Color/Style: Gold/long
---Eye Color: Turquoise
---Clothing/Equipment: Living Chain Mail, Ghostly Living Saber
Weapon(s): Ghostly Living Saber - This sword has a blade with a white hue to it, with bows and squares engraved on it. Its' grip is formed like a dragon.
Biography (fabricated from Zethyus): Qyjoep was born to the mortal woman Laiagoni and the evil deity known as Ynuttaulmy or more commonly The Final Unspeakable Torturer of Sinners. Seeing as how his father left Qyjoep to be nothing more than a bastard child, Qyjoep made it his goal to find and kill his father by any means possible.

Qyjoep traveled the world, slaying beasts and laying waste to many warlords that ravaged the planescape to train himself for the epic battles to come. One such battle involved dark minions of Qyjoep's father: the Rippers of the Grasping One. They fought and swarmed over the demigod and were easily thwarted once he conjured an explosion of astral matter to send the minions into oblivion. The leader of the minions held on his person a Ghostly Living Saber and Living Chain Mail, which Qyjoep claimed as his own and used to confront his father in more than one tussle.

Having been defeated by his father time and again for a many alternating years, Qyjoep trained his mind and body, fighting more beasts and warlords, gaining the title of the "Hunter of Spring" as many of his exploits took place during the Spring months, and the "Dreaming Space Devil" for his confrontation of beasts not of this plane of existence.

At age 29, Qyjoep confronted his father once again, invoking the Rite of the Vision of Secrets, and began a battle with the evil Ynuttaulmy for five years without rest, the two never tiring from the epic battle. Finally, Ynuttaulmy banished his son from his realm and set up better magical defenses so that his son could never reach him again. Angered, Qyjoep swore to find a way to confront his father again, and finally end his immortal life.

 

GM Approved

Name: Zethyus, God of Life
Gender: Male
Age: 3,654
Power: Life - Zethyus can create and end lives as he pleases, and as the King of the Heavens, also uses the power of light. From anywhere on his body, he can emit strong beams of incandescent light that can shoot through anything ranging from mortal flesh to the core of a world.
Personality
---Traits: Kind and loyal, yet easily angered.
---Likes: The Heavens, loyalty and gallantry.
---Dislikes: The Underworld, turncoats, immaturity.
---Habits: Tends to interrupt others' speeches.
Appearance
[image=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2c/Jinpachi5.jpg]
Weapon: None
Biography: Zethyus, the God of Life, was born to Naomi, the Goddess of Souls and Queen of the Underworld. His father was Pachima, God of Peace and King of the Heavens. Desiring an offspring that would overpower the Heavens, Naomi transformed herself into an attractive mortal woman, and magically seduced Pachima to give into her beauty.

Eventually learning of his newborn son Zethyus, Pachima travelled into the Underworld with a batallion of Angel Warriors and rescued Zethyus, taking him from the cold, dead hands of Naomi. From then on, Pachima raised Zethyus into a powerful god, and when he reached the end of his life, gave the Heavens to his beloved son. "Carry on my legacy," he told Zethyus, and with the first tear of his life, Zethyus nodded as he held his father's hand and watched the last breath of life emit from his mouth.

For a thousand years, Zethyus has kept his promise to his father, and ruled over the Heavens successfully. But with the new war that has lasted over twenty years, Zethyus fears that the foundation his father built may be on the brink of destruction. This is why he has forged the Divines - to uphold his oath and make the spirit of his father proud.

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Waht
Gender: male
Age: Unknown
Power (don't make it too powerful): dematerialize(To deprive of or lose apparent physical substance; make or become immaterial.)
Personality
---Traits: Quite, calm, observant. Though The Divines were created as warriors, Waht seems to be abnormally passive. He does battle when the gods require it, however, he seems to question the gods quite a bit.(Constantly telling his comrades that if these gods were all knowing and all wise they would not fight among themselves.)
---Likes&dislikes: Does not seem to have likes or dislikes. If there is any at all they vary from time to time.
---Habits: Quietly sitting in observation, occasionally asks many questions.
Appearance
---Skin Color: slightly tan, wrinkly.
---Hair Color/Style: Thin, long, white and grey(blueish) bald on top, slightly lower than shoulder length.
---Eye Color: Gold.
---Clothing/Equipment: Light under armor, loose robes and sandals.
[image=http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b60/zame43/IP.jpg]
Weapon(s): Small needle-like flowers that put the victim to sleep.
Biography (fabricated from Zethyus!!!): Waht believes himself to be one of the first Divines to have been created. He has seen many Divines come and go, many others die in battle.(His 'unique' ability seems to sheild him from a warriors death.) It is unkown as to if he knows his parents or not, he never mentions them, and when asked about them he humorously says: "How dare you force an old man to think that far back!" Because of his ability he was, and still is the 'inside man', capable of being unseen and unheard, capable of obtaining items of use from concealed areas. Though Waht does not love the gods, he certainly does not hate them. He simply views them as different beings that have their own place and their own problems. A mix of deep introspection and what he witnessed in the many battles he has lived through seems to have shaped the way he lives his life.

 

Zethyus Approved!

Name: Tavince
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Power (don't make it too powerful): Can use magic to heal minor to moderately critical wounds, and minor ailments (i.e., the common cold). She cannot, however, heal a mortal wound, or a terminal illness.
Personality
---Traits: Very quiet, but will speak up if she feels the need. Kind, helpful. Has a fear of confrontation, and thus tends to avoid angering others.
---Likes: Helping people; kindness; loyalty.
---Dislikes: Fighting; cruelty; traitors.
---Habits: None
Appearance
---Skin Color: Caucasian
---Hair Color/Style: Hair is a light copper color (like new-penny copper), straight, waist-length, worn down.
---Eye Color: Amethyst
---Clothing/Equipment: No armor, dress is simple, long-sleeved, floor-length, made of white cotton, with floral embroidery at sleeve hems.
Weapon(s): Two small daggers
Biography (fabricated from Zethyus): Tavince remembers nothing of her parents. Her mother died when Tavince was born, and her father was killed in an accident when she was two, so she was sent to live in an orphanage. The old woman who ran the orphanage was nice enough, but passed away when Tavince was nine. Her successor had a terrible temper, and it seemed at every turn someone was breaking rules. Tavince was so afraid of the woman that she would shut herself in her room all day, only coming out for meals. This behavior continued well into her teen years, instilling in her a deep fear of confrontation and resulting in her quiet demeanor. When she turned eighteen, Tavince was forced to leave the orphanage.

By then, however, Tavince had harnessed her healing powers, having discovered them at a young age, after falling and cutting her lip, only to have the cut heal within minutes, without so much as a scar. She never told anyone at the orphanage of her special abilities, but now was able to put them to use, and took up a nomadic life, healing any sick or wounded she happened to cross paths with.

 

GM NOTE: First off, thanks to all those who have joined, and to those who may join into the future. I hope you're all looking forward to this RPG as much as I am. Secondly, we will begin this Saturday, June 3 (subject to change if needed).

 

GM Approved

Character Sheet

Name: Alvair Leorn
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Power: Creates and manipulates ice. Can also transform into a body made of ice.
Personality:
---Traits: Alvair is a thoughtful person. He is usually a very alert person, though many people get the mistaken impression that he is laid-back because he is so cool and collected. This attitude can dissolve under intense pressure. Alvair enjoys having power over other people and this sometimes expresses itself in nasty ways.
---Likes: Genuine intellectuals, discussion of interesting subjects
---Dislikes: Hypocrites, bad food, insects
---Habits: Has the habit of biting his upper lip when in tough situations. Alvair also has a tic in his cheek that happens when he is trying to keep a straight face outwardly but is really laughing inside. This habit irritates him to no end, as it has betrayed his emotions at inopportune times.
Appearance:
---Skin Color: Tan
---Hair Color/Style: Brown hair. He keeps it short in a no-maintenance hairstyle due to the rigors of the road.
---Eye Color: Dark brown
---Clothing/Equipment: Alvair wears a simple monk's outfit consisting of a tunic and leggings. He has one or two heavy cloaks in case of bad weather.
Weapon(s): He carries a staff. It is intricately detailed in a pattern of waves and was a gift to him. Alvair is surprisingly adept at the use of this weapon. He also carries a long knife in a sheath at his hip. The knife is a last-ditch resort for Alvair. (He prefers to use his powers to manipulate ice instead of his weapons. If he has to use a weapon, he likes to wield his staff.)
Biography: Alvair was left at a monastery at a young age by his parents. He has no recollection of them, and when he pressed the head monk of the monastery for details, the man was evasive and refused to divulge very much (At a young age, Alvair held the romantic but untrue belief that his parents were people of importance and that they would come back to reclaim him. This was the basis for many youthful fantasies. When he grew older, Alvair decided that the head monk simply did not remember his parents but didn't want to admit this.). When he turned eighteen, he made the decision to leave the monastery. The mentor, as a parting gift, gave him his staff. Alvair has spent his time since leaving his place of birth on the open road.

 

How many more players need to join before we start?

 

We're waiting for a couple players to post their sheets, and giving other players time to join before we begin.

 

Approved[/b[

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Aveena Nore-el
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Power: Can controll time, stars/planet movement, can read the stars (read's futures)

Personality
---Traits: Knowledgeable, sociable, always in a good mood.
---Likes: Most everything
---Dislikes: being alone, the land of the dead, anything evil
---Habits: Dinks a lot

Appearance
---Skin Color: smooth and pale
---Hair Color/Style: Long, curly red hair which is pulled away from the face by elegant gold head pieces.
---Eye Color: Dark blue with the galaxy swirling in them
---Clothing/Equipment: Scantily clad in a white robe, which hangs loosly of her feminin body. It's held together by elegant gold clasps and is covered in elegan gold jewlery. A golden belt hangs at her hips with a golden sword attatched to it.

Weapon(s): Sword and contorls time.

Biography:

Aveena is the daughter of the God Terrin, master of the key to the heavens. It is said that Terrin fell in love with the forest Nymph, Deidra, and persued a relationship with her. Not interested, Deidra magically made a woman by the name of Marion Nore-el look like herself. When Terrin came in to make love to Deidra, Marion (under the spell of Deidra the Nymph) laid with him. Once Terrin had had his way, Deidra appeared in the room and reliesed the spell. Terrin, furious and out of controll, turned Deidra into a tree for all eternity. He then turned to Marion and told her that once Aveena turned 16, she was to join him up in the heavens, for he knew she would have special powers.

Aveena grew up like normal kids within her village, healthy and strong, fearing and loving the gods and godesses. Quickly, Aveena started to notice her powers and knowledge of the stars about her. SHe was able to stop, slow, rewind, fastforward time and she could see peoples futures in the stars above her.

After her 16th birthday, Terrin took his only offspring, Aveena, into the heavens, where she learned to fight with the sword and pleadged her soul to serve life and Zethyus.

 

GM NOTE: Alright, let's get this thing started.

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[b]IC: Zethyus, God of Life[/b]

[blockquote]Above the skies of Ehre, beyond the puffy white clouds and the incandescent sun, was the Kingdom of the Heavens. Built on a foundation of sturdy white clouds, the Palace of the Heavens stood hundreds of feet tall, above the clouds of the wondrous kingdom. No one knew how high the top of the Palace stretched, but it was far enough to where a feeling of amazement was instilled into the heart of an onlooker.

Built with pure white stone, the sides of the Palace were decorated with marble walkways outlined with tall white pillars. Beside the pillars, beautiful gardens lay, and nothing more green than the elegant bushes existed. Red roses and yellow sunflowers grew, never dying or wilting, even if the weather happened to be gloomy thanks to Teras, the God of Weather.

Inside of the large palace, betwixt a myriad of bewildering hallways, was the Throne Room, where twelve thrones lay inert. The room was circular, and the thrones were evenly spaced against the circular wall. In the center of the room was a single rectangular white table, with four legs in the shapes of swords. The brick walls were purely white, as was the marble floor.

The first throne belonged to Zethyus, the God of Life and King of the Heavens. It was an enormous throne of polished black marble, decorated in gold. Seven steps led up to it, each of them enameled with one of the seven colors of the rainbow. A bright blue covering above showed that the entire sky belonged to Zethyus alone; and on the right arm of his throne perched a ruby-eyed golden eagle clutching jagged strips of pure tin, which meant that Zethyus could kill whatever enemies he pleased by cutting their strings of life. Zethyus was normally a rather kind god, but was easily angered. Valuable lessons could be taken from his vast amount of knowledge.

The rest of the gods and goddesses sat in their respective thrones, patiently waiting for the purpose of their summoning.

"The Divines will be here soon," Zethyus said, his deep voice booming and reverberating throughout the capacious room. "They are nigh." With the wave of a hand, ten comfortable seats made of black rabbit-skin appeared in front of the center white table, where the Divines would soon take their seats and await a speech from Zethyus.[/blockquote]

[b]Tag: SpaPaCamem, Darth_Joesha, Despised1, Zedd-Vega, Darth-Zame43, JediMasterAnne, dontlookatmethatway, LeiaHair, Winged_Jedi[/b] (yet to post sheet), [b]MASTERPRENN[/b] (yet to post sheet).

 

ic: Maya Yubari
Throne Room

Maya glided softly into the throne room. Her elegant dress hung off her feminine body in graceful curves. The back was completely open with several silver strings criss crossing across her ivory skin. Her long sword glinted in the light as it hung at her waist half an inch from the floor. She bowed her head slightly to the gods so her black bangs fell into her face. As she lifted her face she flicked her neck so they flew backwards reveiling her bold black eyliner that framed her silver/blue eyes.

She walked softly to one of the centremost chairs and sat, the rabbit fur was warm against her cool skin. She looked directly at Zethyus and waited silently for him to begin.

tag: all

 

IC Ulrich Leliand

Ulrich walked through the stunning palace of the gods. He bowed his head, his face was hidden in the shadows cast by his cloak. The grey garments Ulrich wore blended with the palace walls. Stealth was a great asset of the warrior who could also be a strong force on the battle field. He carried with him seven weapons, Six blades and one crosswbow, each which had been the death of many foes.

As Ulrich came to the throne room he lifted his head and the eyes of the young warrior were filled with lust for the blood of anything evil. He pushed open the doors and looked upon with glory the amazing site of the gods. Zethyus caught his eye immediatley. This god was the physical form of glory and honor.

Ulrich walked over to the table and bowed, he then got up and sat down in the comfortable rabbit fur chair. He put his chin in his hand and waited for the other warriors, the other Divines.

Tag:All

 

Aveena Nore-el
Throne room, Heavens

Aveena entered through the white pillars, her cheeks reddened from the wine she had had with her father moments before. She was quite nervous for a girl who had lived the last four years of her life living amungst the gods. Perhaps this was the reason she was now a nervous wreck... because she knew how each god and goddess was really like.

With on last look out over the clouds behind her, Aveena lifted her chin and entered. The sun behind her bounced off her gold headpeice and through her red curls, creating a stunning glow about her. Her curls ran down her back past her hips, where her V back of her white dress ended and the white matirial ran to the white marbal ground. Sandels made of gold could be seen peaking out of the slit that ran from the top of her right leg. Elegant gold buttons held the white silk up at the shoulder, where it drapped down between her breasts. A long golden chain ran between them as well. Each arm had beautiful gold armlets above the elbow and had white silk hanging from them, acting as a kind of sleave.

At her waist, attachted to a thin gold belt, was her sword. It had an elegant handel made of gold by her father, Terrin, Keeper of the Keys to the heavens. She had become quite skilled with it durring the four years she had been in the heavens.

Two other Devines had arrived, both sitting in the black chairs. Following their lead, Aveena sat down.

TAG: All

 

Qyjoep

Heavens; Throne Room

The four armed demigod slid into the room, his sword sheathed at his side as he made his way past many of the other Divines. He brushed his hair back with his main right hand, his other three limbs coasting gracefully at his side. Beneath the dull, earthen toned leather armor plating, his Living Chain Mail armor pulsed softly against his chest.

Qyjoep's turquoise eyes glanced to the other Divines gathered as he sat in the seat, his coal-colored skin seeming to almost blend in with the dark rabbit fur. The Hunter of Spring would await the others, and the order of Zethyus himself.

TAG:

 

Tavince

Passing through the pristine halls of the Palace of the Heavens, Tavince could not help herself feeling completely in awe of everything around her. The gods' palace never failed to amaze her, though she also found it quite intimidating. The very idea of coming face to face with the glorious gods and goddesses of the Heavens was enough to make one a nervous wreck...actually doing so was, in Tavince's mind, absolutely terrifying.

Entering the throne room, she was somewhat relieved to find that she was not the first to arrive--four other Divines were already present, two women and two men, seated in chairs of black rabbit-skin. The gods and goddesses were all there, as well, their presence filling the room with a sense of power, honor, and glory, and Zethyus himself seemed the very embodiment of these virtues. After offering a respectful bow of her head to the gods and goddesses, Tavince quietly took an empty chair next to the other Divines who were already there.


Tag: Throne room

 

GM Approved

Character Sheet:

Name: Li Xuu

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Power: Rush- A force of light rushes from her body and severely knocks back any number of enemies in range. Small damage.

Personality-
---Traits: Suave, sophisticated, intelligent, sarcastic, thoughtful, arguementative.

---Likes: Battle, conversation, debate, friends, enemies, running, wind, practicing using different types of weapons.

---Dislikes: Boredom, tiredness.

---Habits: Over analysing what other people say, not backing down from fights- verbal and physical.

Appearance-
---Skin Color: Olive

---Hair Color/Style: Lower back length, striaght, choppy black hair. Has a sweeping fringe, cut from above her right eyebrow down to the left hand side of her chin.

---Eye Color: Red

---Clothing/Equipment: Light plated armour, scarcely placed.

Weapon(s): A standard rapier with a small circular shield. Nunchaku kept in a pouch on her lower back.

Biography (fabricated from Zethyus): She was born into a wealthy family, but her parents and siblings died 5 years ago in a tragic fire in their home whilst Li was praying at the City Temple. Li was left with her Grandma who she lived with, but unfortunately passed away two years ago due to old age. Since then, Li has been living in a quiet back country apartment, training herself in weapons and self-control. Weapon training is all that has paid off.

Li is a passionate and fierce fighter, physical or supernatural, but no injury will make her stop. She has become quite smug and arrogant as she knows her abilities are unique and unmatched.



OOC: I'll post in the morning, otherwise i will fall asleep.... dammit

 

~GM Approved~

Name: Sirius Kant
Gender: Male
Age: 128
Power: Mind of God, also known as Telekenisis (Can read thoughts, and move objects). As well, Sirius is said to posses the "wisdom" of the Gods.
---Traits: Analytical, philosophical, serious, great leader, Always seems as though he has situation in control, seems turstworthy, very good fighter
---Likes: Philosophy, fighting, learning, himself
---Dislikes: Ignorant people, Lazy people, the Gods
---Habits: Making the Gods angry with his vigilante attitude, going on philosophical rants
Appearance
---Skin Color: Light
---Hair Color/Style: Blonde, Shabby, Unkempt though attractive
---Eye Color: Blue, with a light shade of green in the whites
---Clothing/Equipment: Rangers Clothes, simple armour
Weapon(s): 1 Sword, 1 long spear, 1 bow and arrow
Biography: Statues. Tables. Trees. These things, among others, can only be lifted or moved by physical contact, correct? For Sirius Kant, this statement is false. Possessing the great ability of telekinesis, Sirius can move things with his mind, ranging from small stones to prodigious trees and statues.

Growing up under a rich family with three brothers and two sisters, Sirius rarely had the opportunity to use his gifts. The first reason was because his family was always basking in the limelight, and they did not want a faulty image put on their name due to Sirius? exotic abilities. The second reason was that he simply had no use for them. Nothing needed to be done for him, nor his family.

But that all changed one night, when a group of thugs ransacked Kants home. The family had slept through the robbers? burglary, but they awoke when they?re house was set afire. Sirius leapt out of his window and was charging into the house to save his family when an explosion from inside sent his flying on his back. His family was dead, and he accepted this fact. Turning around and finding the culprits running down the grassy hills to avoid detection, Sirius utilized his ability and slammed them into a large boulder continuously, until every bone in their body was shattered. After this battle, Sirius went on a secret trip, dissapearing into the dark nights. During this sojourn, Sirius wreaked havoc upon evil does, though the also harrased the Gods. Sirius has no loyalties to speak of, other than that to his battle tested friends, who also serve as his family.

Now, he lives as one of the most venerated Divines, and serves as their unofficial leader.

 

OOC: Are we working as a group or indivdually?

 

As a group. We'll get to the first mission once everyone has made their opening posts.