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And now, at long last, it is my sincerest joy to open this universe to all for play and enjoyment.

I have chosen to introduce a simple character of my own to set the scene and start the ball rolling. Should you find that you will be beginning within this thread and not one of the others that are presently available, I welcome and encourage you to post a response with your own approved character.

OOC:

Character Sheet:

Name: Jaminon Liamn
Species (Lifeform): Human
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Faction (Allegiance): Neutral
Home: Quandanlore.
Place of Birth: Callanthorith

IC:

Golden Sun, Quandanlore, Callanthorith {Location: [Place, City, Region]}

Born in Callanthorith and loyal to the region that his eyes first opened to see upon birth, the traveler and merchant known as Jaminon felt fortunate to be alive. He had lived within the region for all his forty years and had travelled to see a great part of the world, though very little outside of the borders of Callanthorith. Yet despite his experience he could not recall having ever seen such vast prosperity and such great diversity of peoples living in peace within one single city.

While he suspected many would agree, the merchant could not help feel some awe and blessing for having lived within the trade city, he felt Quandanlore was a place of absolute peace. The subconscious skip in his step as he strolled past the smithy, and glanced to the bakery, before entering the Golden Sun, was a sure sign of his bright spirits.

He walked straight to the barman and ordered a glass of house wine, smiling pleasantly as he placed a couple of copper coins on the bar. Jaminon was in too good a mood to notice anyone that might have been watching him, and he did not know better than to allow his purse to jingle with each step as his coins slapped against one another. He was, for all to see, a clearly successful merchant.

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[color=purple][b]Note:[/b] For the time being, all IC posts should be in black text. This goes for players and Game Masters. A broad-spectrum, enhanced colour scheme will be presented and integrated into the game as it develops. Please keep an eye on this thread for further announcements in this regard.

The general format of posts that is widely used and accepted is a clear separation of in- and out-of-character parts of the post, as defined by the IC and OOC abreviations. Locations are often italicised. This system is not mandatory, but its use is certainly encouraged for members of this community. Should you have trouble using any of these features, or formatting tools, please let me, or another member know, so that we may help you grow familiar with them.

This post has been purposefully designed to display an in-game example of how this system usually works. I will retain it for the opening stage(s) of this game to help create some consistency, and, I hope, to lead by example so that we might all benefit.[/color]

 

Name: Karlen?ae Covenly (family and friends often call her Lenae)
Species: Faerie ( picture is here )
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Faction: Realm of the Faerie
Home: Alfheim
Place of Birth: Callanthorith

 

NOTE ON MAPS AND LOCATIONS:The following two links will be extremely valuable when creating bios and later playing the game. I would recommend saving the two images to your individual computers to make things easier going forward. They are essentially maps of the primary region and world within which the bulk of the game's first events will take place and develop.

A very big thank you to NaboosPrincess for uploading and hosting the images on my behalf. None of this would be possible without you, so, you have my personal gratitude, and, I suspect, that of each and every player who will join this game.

You will find that the Main Map is rather large and diverse. It illustrates much of the landscape of the world and region within which we will play.

A modified version of that same image, which I will call for the sake of simplicity, our Reference Map, is simply a map with grid references. This will be especially useful when creating bios, for travel, and general point of reference as far as location goes. Please see the references below to get an idea of where some places are, and how the maps work.

Quandanlore is located in the centre at K-45. (This is the Trade or Merchant City).

Manrenthain is located at R-28. (Being the main city of Humans or Men).

Alfheim is located at A-29. (This is the Faerie Realm).

Ennathe is located at E-35. (This is the realm of Wood Elves).

 

Character Sheet:

Name: Artaresto

Species: Wood Elf, here. He is an average marksman. He is a young member of his species, at only 250 years, but he looks a tenth of his age.

Gender: Male

Age: 250

Faction: Wood Elves

Home: Ennathe (E-35)

Place of Birth: Ennathe (E-35)

 

sounds cool, count me in!

 

Name: Natassia Priam

Species: Wood Elf (picture)

Gender: female

Age: 400

Faction (Allegiance): Callanthorith

Home: Ennathe

Place of Birth: Callanthorith

 

Character Sheet:

Name: Montoa Palotomage

Species (Lifeform): Half-Elf, has around 20 extra years in there lifespan compared to humans, skilled at archery and has the trademark pointed ears. Everything else is similar/exactly the same to humans.

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Faction (Allegiance): Rogue/Neutral Third Party.

Home: Quandanlore

Place of Birth: Ennathe

 

Character Sheet:

Name: T'aren
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Faction: Knights of Manrenthain
Home: Manrenthain
Place of Birth: Manrenthain

 

Approved

Name: Firis Alerik Magnusson
Species (Lifeform): Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Faction (Allegiance): none yet
Home: Just outside of Randorhf Dockyards
Place of Birth: Northern lands

 

Character Sheet:

Name: Ronan

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Faction: Manrenthain Knights

Home: Manrenthain (R-28)

Place of Birth: Manrenthain (R-28)

 

~Approved~

Character Sheet:

Name: Maximus Marcellus Leonius

Species (Lifeform): Human (Picture 1)

(Picture 2)

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Faction (Allegiance): Knights of Manrenthain

Home: Manrenthain

Place of Birth: Callanthorith

 

Just for reference, a picture of what I'd like Firis to look like:

http://www.ledzeppelin.ru/pa/im/TSRTS_RP-14.jpg

 

Two Sheets

Character Sheet 1

Name: Pzaroth
Species (Lifeform): Wraith
Gender: Male
Age: Dead
Faction (Allegiance): Independent
Home: Nomadic
Place of Birth: Dark Realm


Character Sheet 2

Name: Mezzanie Ti
Species (Lifeform): Human
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Faction (Allegiance): Religious
Home: Manrenthain
Place of Birth: Alfheim

 

Hmm..

Now that I think of it, I'd like my character to look similar to this drawing of Faramir..

 

Approved

Character Sheet:

Name: Edward Douglas, called "The Bladed Whip" and "The Grip of God" because of his unique weapon.

Species (Lifeform): Human

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Faction (Allegiance): Manrenthain Knights

Home: Manrenthain

Place of Birth: Callanthorith

-~This is no Zaku, Boy. No Zaku!~-

 

Name: Kitlin Ronin (also known as Kit) A picture of her here

Species (Lifeform): Human

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Faction (Allegiance): Knights of Manrenthain

Home: Manrenthain

Place of Birth: Callanthorith

 

OOC: Okay then!

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[b]IC: Pzaroth[/b]
[i]Location: Road, Outside of Quandanlore, Callanthorith[/i]

A Wraith's work is never done.

Pzaroth stopped, looking out at the Horizon to his South. There. Lined up agaist the sky, the walls of Quandalore. Had the spirit eyes, he would have narrowed them. The rank of prosperity and peace exuded from the place. Hope. Caring. Order. Like dirty words that stung the mouth. The city was an abomination. A deviant from what should be.

But Wraiths are not dumb creatures. On the contrary actually, the ghosts were usually blessed with a lifetimes worth of intelligence. Sometimes even more so, like Pzaroth's case.

In such a disguisting land, Pzaroth was forced to drop his cloak and weapons. The forces of good were too powerful here. Full of knights and fairies and the rest. In such lands, wraiths, few that they are, had to travel as pure ghosts, powerless and invisible.

Why was he here? As a wraith, he did not question such things. They were the wonderings of humans and living things, confused and annoyed by purpose and meaning and the like. Pzaroth sacrificed such things as a Wraith. He was an agent of destiny, moved by fate's hand alone. He was here, in these accursed lands because he had to be. It was fated he be here.

And so he was.

The Wraith continued his walk to the City of Trade.

[b]TAG: No One [/b]

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[b]IC: Mezzanie Ti [/b]
[i]Location: The White Gate, Manrenthain, Callanthorith [/i]

The White Gate was always an amazing sight to behold. Everytime she saw it, no matter how many times she used the gate to enter the city, Mezzanie was impressed by it. It was just so large! Is white limestone shined in the golden sunlight, creating a glimmering visage that lit the area around it.

He brown haired woman kept her travelers cloak up, hiding her face from those who wished to see it. Priestesses like herself liked to keep low profiles. Calling deliberate attention to oneself was a form of arrogance and pride... and such things were to be denied in devoting oneself to the divine.

She had just come back from an errand to Quandanlore, and goodness she was quite tired. The trip was not a short one, and there was always one or two theives that heckled the lowly traveler. Mezzanie's hands tightened around her staff as it clacked on the cobblestone. My, they were always suprised when she used it. Their eyes opened wide and they backed away. They usually uttered some sort of an apology, and Mezzanie usually left them with a temporary affliction as punishment. Temporary blindess was her favorite punishment to bestow on thieves.

But she was back now. And her abbey beckoned. Mother Superior would be most interested to hear her report on the missionary work to Quandanlore. And of course, her bed beckoned as well. She hadn't slept in a good bed for almost five days. And the time she did have asleep was tedious at best.

Mezzanie moved through the bustling streets towards the Abbey, merchants and shopers flowing around her.

It was good to be home.

[b]TAG: No One [/b]

 

Name: Jacelyn Notae (aka Jace) [pic to come]
Species (Lifeform): Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Faction (Allegiance): Knights of Manrenthain
Home: Manrenthain
Place of Birth: Quandanlore

This looks like fun ^.^

 

Character 1

Name: Aeronwen Haul Picture

Species (Lifeform): Wood elf

Gender: Female

Age: 220

Faction (Allegiance): Wood Elves

Home: Ennathe

Place of Birth: Ennathe



Character 2

Name: Maya Yubari Picture

Species (Lifeform): Human

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Faction (Allegiance): Rouges

Home: Quandanlore

Place of Birth: Manrenthain

 

Disregard

 

Firis Alerik Magnusson

As dawn crept through the window of the hut, Firis woke up.

His eyes filled with sleep, he rubbed them, before sitting up in his bed. Firis stretched before throwing the covers off, and swinging his legs to the side. He wore nought but a pair of old, loose trousers to bed, and for good reason. He stood, stretching to his full height, well over six feet, and walked to the door.

As he opened it, sunlight streamed in, and he caught a glimpse of the ocean, blue and shining.

Smiling, Firis closed the door, and ran to the cliff edge he lived by. It dropped straight into the ocean, a good fall of about twenty-five feet. The cliff wasn't too high up, and Firis' hut was not 20 minutes from Randorhf. The walk back would be easy. There was a small path that wound and twisted its way up the cliff-face, and it was situated 10 feet from his jumping point.

Running, Firis launched himself out into the open air, his run helping him move out ten feet from the cliff. He dove forwards, bringing his arms together, and splashing into the water, surfacing with a laugh.

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When he made it back up to his hut, Firis was almost completely dryed off. He walked inside, and stripped off his trousers, putting on a new pair, nice and light material for riding. He slipped on a shirt with long sleeves, that flared a little by the wrists. It's front buttoned up, and Firis did so, before pulling on a fur-lined coat. The clothes gave his lithe body some bulk, and where all shades of white.

After eating a small breakfast of eggs with a side of beef (which he had bought not two days ago), Firis packed up his saddlebags with clothes and supplies. He tied the tightly, and went out to the stable behind his hut. There was room for three horses, but he only owned one, Folca, a roan stallion. He saddled the tall horse up, and brought him out front, tying him to a post out front, before going back inside.

Above the small fireplace hung a sword, fairly long, and it had a few runes angraved on the fuller. Picking it up, Firis sheathed in it's leather case, and strapped it onto his belt. He went out, mounted Folca, and began his journey.

Tag: Anyone

 

Character Sheet Approved by LSA

Name: Alexander d? Cannith
Species (Lifeform): Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Faction (Allegiance): The Knights of Marenthain
Home: Marenthain (R-28)
Place of Birth: Marenthain

 

IC: T'aren
Small hut, Manrenthain

T'aren laid on his back on top of the large bed that was constructed out of dirty yellow straw. The sunlight gleamed through the two small windows that were aligned against the wooden walls, illuminating the small hut with brisk light. The interior of the hut was a bit on the side of filth, the floor masked with dirt and mud, and the walls aligned with crooked pictures whose frames were either cracked or nonexistent. It was all one room, with the straw bed on the very left up against the short wall, a small round table that could fit no more than two people in the center with one wooden chair beside it, and then a small fireplace with a metal bar at the top that was used to hang pots on for cooking. It looked as if it housed a mendicant, but that was far from what T'aren was.

You see, T'aren was one of those people who didn't need a fancy home, or to live in luxury in order to make his life well. The beauties of nature is what gratifies his hunger, not prodigal housing and furniture. Heck, the only furniture he had was a straw bed and a wooden chair that he only sat on when eating, and that suited him just fine.

The outer part of the home reflected the inside quite well. It was comprised of dark brown wood and some grey stone along the bottom that served as its foundation. The roof was short and triangular with a small chimney at the top, that was currently lacking activity, for a fire was not in progress.

The yard of the small home was truly beautiful. An endless stretch of the greenest grass anyone could ever lay eyes on engulfed the hut, blossoming with a myriad of flowers, ranging from red roses, to yellow dandelions, whose leaves were used for salads, medicine, and winemaking. But that is not what T'aren used them for. He just gazed upon them for hours upon end, not daring to pluck their beautiful stems from the surface of the earth. A short way into the distance was a river the lead into a decent sized lake. The water was as clear as a crystal, and as blue as T'aren's eyes. It flowed along so calm and graceful that no eye could resist staring at it for quite a period of time. Inhabiting the water was a myriad of fish of all different shapes and colors. There were no predators or prey, for they all lived in peace with each other, and got their food from T'aren, who fed them two times per day. The blue sky above was inhabited by a large yellow sun that shone bright on the grasy surface, feeding flowers' natural needs and illuminating the entire world. There were only a few clouds in the sky as they moved along slowly, showing off their beautiful white, puffy appearance that closely resembled cotton.

Inside of the hut, T'aren slowly awoke, his blue eyes taking their time to open, becoming accustomed to the light of the sun. He stretched out his arms and legs and groaned softly. He wore not a shirt nor shoes, but only comfortable grey and red plaid pants that were a little short for his height. He had long silver hair that hung down to the midsection of his back, and was currently wrapped up in a ponytail. He slowly lifted himself off of the bed, ruffling a few straws out of place. He walked slowly and carried himself gingerly, for his legs were somewhat sore from his run of ten miles the day before. He brushed his bangs that hung over his eyes away, clearing his vision. He walked to the kitchen and knelt down, grabbing the large pot of soup and hung it over the fire to warm.

Tag: Any

 

2nd Character

Name: Y?sha Edaj

Species: Human (picture)

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Faction: Neutral

Home: Quandanlore

Place of Birth: Callanthorith

 

Name: Marlenai Rysta
Species (Lifeform): Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Faction (Allegiance): None yet (apprentice sorceress)
Home: The forest east of Manrenthain (T-36 ish)
Place of Birth: Manrenthain