You should be filling this out again when you have time Aasha.
Name:
Alignment:
Age:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Eyes:
Hair:
Skin:
Clothes:
Other:
Name: Risuon'na Na'ka
Alignment:
Age: Phisycal12/ mental8/ actual2
Gender: Female
Height: 4ft
Weight: 70lbs
Eyes: Blue, no visable pupil.
Hair: Red, short and flared.
Skin: Lightly brown/tan furred.
Clothes: None.
Other: Tiny claws for gripping the trees. Huge furry tail."Picture."
It's sorta cunfusing on the age...but...well... ^_^;
At 4/28/04 10:33 AM, CHEESEGOD wrote: Excellent story James, i'm looking forward to watching people be slaughtered by your character, now is the problem of how i'm going to add him into the story....
Roffles, you can tone his evilness down a bit to help him fit into the game. I was trying to play off the Chaotic Alignment as much as I could.
At 4/28/04 09:35 PM, Aasha wrote: Not that I didn't know about that but you are pretty smart Trivia. ^_^It's like every post you post has like some kinda ...well...trivia to it.
Why do you think he's called mr_trivia?
I'll probably read this in ten minutes and facepalm. - RageVI
At 4/29/04 06:34 PM, CHEESEGOD wrote:At 4/29/04 06:32 PM, Randomzero wrote: /me is tired (oops too much IRC o_O).... ten hour days make Random a tired bot O_O.I'll give you a chance to get out.
*wonders if cheesegod is gonna kill off his CHAR in D&D or give him a chance to get out*
now the question is will i? *likes his D&D char.*
At 4/29/04 08:28 PM, Aasha wrote: So um...no one else is gonn RP the D&D? It's been a few days now.
I will
D&D
"I can't mihoshi go alone but I gotta a strange feeling about this place." *Slayer enters the building cautiously holding his staff and stands next to mihoshi*
Hey chesse whats in the first part of this place. Like is it an abandoned, haunted type of place?
No one can rightly tell the story of redruM and how he came to be who he is. His story is almost a tragic one, and all those who hear it (be it accurate, or not) are never untouched by it in some way.
redruM was born with a right name, though few now save himself can remember it. He was named after a saint, as all who beheld him found him to be very pure and fair. In his early childhood years, his youthful exuberance brought laughter and joy to all around him. Despite all this none envied or resented him, as none could help but love him.
It was because of these features that redruM was chosen to be the adopted heir to a very wealthy and childless diplomat of very high standing. His parents were quite poor, but didn't want to give him up, nor did he much want to be given up. However, some time later a conspiracy was formed by the diplomat and some of the townsfolk. They assasinated his parents and framed a family friend. redruM saw through it immediately, but the townsfolk all reassured him that he would be happier with his new life in care of the diplomat. He became much more cautious of everyone around him, and never trusted again.
Some years after the assasination of his parents, redruM's time of inheritance was drawing near. The diplomat had been less than a model father and redruM had grown to resent him. He became very stealthy and fast, and could generally get around the city without being seen by a single soul. One day, he was sneaking his way down to the bakery when he overheard a conversation between a small group of townspeople. They were reminiscing back to when they had plotted the assasination of his parents and how grateful they were to no longer have to see redruM's fair face dressed in such raggedy clothes. redruM may have been young at the time of their assasination, but he knew his dad to be a very good and caring man who was just too easily taken advantage of. Still, he much preferred him to the diplomat. Upon hearing this news, redruM was changed forever. Gone was the youthful innocence. Gone was the fair face and childish optimistic views. Gone was his passion for life and all that was living. In it's place there was a face sterner than stone, with deep eyes both sad and angry. redruM was never again seen smiling, unless mockingly. He was 14 years old at the time.
About 2 years later, the diplomat summoned redruM to his bedside. He told redruM that he was dying and his inheritance would soon be realized. redruM asked if this was a well known fact among the townspeople. The diplomat answered yes. 'Good', redruM replied. 'Then your death will clearly be pinned on it'. The diplomat looked him in the eyes with wonder. In those eyes he saw a burning hatred, and it literally burned his own eyes to look in to them. redruM knelt down to him and forced his gaze upon him. 'I know what you did', he said. 'You foolish people. All you think about is yourselves and your own shallow desires. You destroy everything that was once beautiful. Trees, animals, all living and growing things. And now me...' He looked the diplomat in the eyes, burning him again. 'I hope you burn in hell you son of a bitch', he said, and then strangled him.
The city accepted the death as natural and redruM was expected to give a speech concerning his inheritance. People had already been noticing the change in his look and demeanor. Few now looked him in the eyes when they saw him, and those who did regreted it. redruM stepped up to the podium and gestured for their attention. His speech was short and sweet. 'I know what is expected of me. But I know also more than you hope. You have robbed me of a life I should have had, and there is no worse crime. I would give you all the death penalty were I at any authority to do so. Although I am not, I think you all know you are guilty, and you all know you deserve it. May all your lives be poisoned, as was mine. With that, redruM turned his back on the city never to return. He may have lost his fair face and aura of joyfullness, but his words were more powerful than ever. He left a lasting impression on them and it wasn't long before the once thriving city took a fatal nose dive.
redruM enrolled himself into a military force. He became the most skilled sniper that any could remember, though none guessed his motives. Although he was very hateful, he was not immoral. He gave no respect to authority and played by his own rules, though none could guess them, either. One crisp autumn morning, he and his squadmates were doing a routine practice procedure. redruM was very displeased with the squad leader and didn't take too kindly to his ordering him around. During the procedure, redruM saw an opening and took it. Before he knew what he was doing, he landed a bullet in the back of the squad leader's head. For the first time since he could remember, he smiled. A grin it was, almost orgasmic. A feeling of empowerment came to him that had been absent his entire life. He welcomed it with open arms. So great was his skill, that none ever caught him in the act, though he repeated it many times. With time, he aquired a few nicknames, such as 'eagle eye' 'voiceless' (because he seldom talked), but the most common one was redruM. This nickname was pinned on him due to the fact that they knew he had murdered at least some of the squad members, though they could never prove it. The reason for his success was the fact that his intent for murder was never presented in a way you would expect. Such as straight forward. He was exceedingly skilled at hiding his emotions, and those he killed rarely ever even knew he disliked them. Those who tried to figure him out would find they had more luck thinking backwards and upside down.
Ugh, I apologize for the length of this post. I'm reminded of why I hate writing...
I thought 4 people just posted...Nope. Just one hehe ^_^. Cheesegod? I'm gonna be moving soon so I won't be posting too much soon in NG. Don't kick me out please if I cannot post. I just won't be able to have internet immidiatly after the move and I'll be busy and stress and stuff (I hate moving...it bugs me).
I'll be backies! Promise! but I have a while before I have to leave and pack..up to 2 months max...but that'd be waiting til he last minute... hm... I dunno..likely sooner then. ^_^;;
At 4/29/04 03:41 PM, Aasha wrote: I know I was joking... silly Figment :P
You might have known you were joking, but I didn't. Silly Cheese!
At 4/29/04 11:45 PM, _redruM_ wrote: Ugh, I apologize for the length of this post. I'm reminded of why I hate writing...
At first I didn't want to read your mammoth post, but once I got started I was compelled. Your back story is wonderful Red, I have a feeling our characters could clash...
At 4/30/04 01:20 AM, Aasha wrote: I'm moving soon
Please inform us of when you will have no internet access, so MIA status can be awarded to you.
I'll probably read this in ten minutes and facepalm. - RageVI
At 4/29/04 11:45 PM, _redruM_ wrote: Ugh, I apologize for the length of this post. I'm reminded of why I hate writing...
I don't know why _redruM_, you've definitely got the aptitude for it. That was bloody brilliant. Snipers are da bomb! They're like surgeons for the main force, carefully removing the enemy one by one like they were some cancerous tumor. If this is a story you're working on I'd like to read more. Sound familiar?
At 4/30/04 02:27 AM, FlGMENT wrote:At 4/29/04 11:45 PM, _redruM_ wrote: Ugh, I apologize for the length of this post. I'm reminded of why I hate writing...At first I didn't want to read your mammoth post, but once I got started I was compelled. Your back story is wonderful Red, I have a feeling our characters could clash...
Thanks, FIGMENT. I would also be most interested in how our characters coexist.
At 4/30/04 02:33 AM, Recon_Rebel wrote:At 4/29/04 11:45 PM, _redruM_ wrote: Ugh, I apologize for the length of this post. I'm reminded of why I hate writing...I don't know why _redruM_, you've definitely got the aptitude for it. That was bloody brilliant.
I disagree, but thanks for the compliment. I'm just too much of a perfectionist that I end up changing things endlessly and then finally get frustrated and do something half assed which I am never satisfied with.
Snipers are da bomb! They're like surgeons for the main force, carefully removing the enemy one by one like they were some cancerous tumor.
Yeah. I've always liked the stealthy ranged persona. Be it archers in a traditional fantasy setting, or snipers in a modern day setting.
If this is a story you're working on I'd like to read more.
I'm afraid not. This was just something I came up with in about a half hour. I suppose I could try and further the story while RPing my character, but that's about it.
Sound familiar?
Indeed, it does. And I still hold true to my word. I recall you suggesting that you might further that story of yours a little while back. I'm still waiting... ::Crosses arms and taps foot::.
At 4/30/04 03:42 AM, _redruM_ wrote: Indeed, it does. And I still hold true to my word. I recall you suggesting that you might further that story of yours a little while back. I'm still waiting... ::Crosses arms and taps foot::.
Haha no kidding, that story was awesome Recon. I began to believe that the last installment you posted was the end, but it would be great to see more.
I'll probably read this in ten minutes and facepalm. - RageVI
The Sword of Justice:
The Lost Guardians
Chapter 3 – Illian Tournament
“Do you think that armour was made from hundreds of dragons?” You ask, continuing to stare at the man in complete awe.
“I believe so, but-“ Pipi thinks, “Armour so strong would need the most powerful flame and wind magic. This is an ancient making, not his”
Behind the man in the red scaled armour is a golden robed man with long red hair, sitting on the golden ruby filled chair. A golden crown sits atop his head and his deep blue eyes stare at everyone carefully.
“You are not King Neclord” The King says.
I thought that armoured man was the King…only his guardian?!
“No, he has…passed away” Aster says with a sad tone. “I am King Aster Valdren, King of Shrin, Defender of Tromanil and son of King Neclord. It is a pure honour to meet you again King Olan.”
“I am sorry to hear about such a loss.” He pauses, licking his lips. “He was such a good man. Well, I expect many things good from you Aster. I assume you wish to start the tournament as soon as we can?”
“Yes, I am sure that you have been waiting long enough without us. I apologize for the uncalled delay. A few misjudged events occurred before us”
“That is understandable” smiles King Olan. “King Nelevar Me-it, King of the Three Stone Scythes, King of Shamrock is here to join us as well”
“Nelevar?” Aster’s eyes widen, but only a little. “What brings him here? Royal Shamrians know well enough to never leave their lands”
“Yes, he came as a guest. Many things to talk about. The same for me and you”
You stare at the two kings, who speak words so fine and carefully.
“What is your name boy?” Says the King, staring at you.
“I am Alex” His eyes widen, waiting for something else. “Alex Ansadain, Legend of Shrin your majesty”
A shiver drills down your spine as you say that title again. Twice you have said it by accident. Once declared to Andrè and a twice to this King Olan. I can’t be…I am not worthy of such a title.
For a second, his eyes widen, staring in to yours. They drift back to their calm stare, shifting his eyes to Aaron.
“Aaron your majesty”
Asking for everyone else’s name, he faces his bodyguard, only moving his head slowly.
“Ulak, please invite King Nelevar for me please”
Taking a deep bow, he smiles. “Yes your majesty”
“For those who do not know who I am, it would help you if you knew the king of this land”
Clearing his throat, a smile scratches his face.
“I am King Olan Nen, King of the High Golden Throne, and King of Ithaca”
You stare wide eyed and mouth open at a second, at such a powerful name. This King speaks better than Aster!
“Now, tell me what happened to make for such an ‘uncalled delay’”
The tale unfolds as the blue-haired girl, named Claria tells of the events, with a few words from everyone else. When mentioning your skill as a Paladin to the King, another smile widens to his face, and seems to make his day.
Ulak returns with a red robed king, a golden crown on his head as well. He wears a necklace with three grey scythes infused in a circle. His deep brown eyes seem to absorb light as he brings a smile to his face, carefully walking towards King Olan.
A man dressed in green and yellow clothing walks behind King Nelevar, with golden braided hair trailing to his neck. A feather sticks out of his head and he wears a necklace with leaves appearing gold in colour. A smell of dog floats around him as he follows the same pace as King Nelevar.
“You wanted me?” His deep tone is strong and sharp, a very commanding one.
“Yes Nelevar, I asked for you to come”
You turn to Aster, whose eyes bulge, staring at that person behind him, almost enough to be a tree lover, normally called a druid.
“Yohan! Is it really you?!”
“Father?” The man stares at Aster bitterly. “It has been some time” Turning his head away from Aster, you hear a gasp from to Aster who clenches his fists tightly, ignoring King Olan.
His son is here? Light, that looks nothing like Aster!
You study the golden haired man as you notice deep green eyes and fair white skin. His face seems to stick out like a wise owl, the only similar thing to that of Aster.
“Well,” says King Olan. “Who is entering the tournament? I am going to have to make a few changes to put you in the qualification finals. You have worthy strengths as from what you just told me. You may all have some ‘potential’”
Emphasizing his last word, you feel as though something big is about to start, something that roars inside you. Holding such a feeling back, you continue to act yourself.
Aaron, Pipi, Claria, a few soldiers and lastly Jenti step forth, wanting to enter the tournament.
Aaron stares at you, wondering what you will do.
What should Alex do? Why?
1. Step forward and enter the tournament.
2. Don’t step forward and stay out of the tournament.
I'm risking my internet over this...
Telik believed that he descended from the heavens, in hopes to fight for a cause one day. When he was 13, his computer was hacked, falling into a system crash, taking days to recover all lost information.
Wanting to find out why, he became used to studying computer behaviour and how it was possible to pass through flaws. Eventually, he began to work at hacking systems and bypassing through security firewalls and obtaining data. He was also able to shut down certain machines from what he learned.
Code named "Chevron", Telik never worked at his home but always at another place and at haste. He also had some ability to make viruses, malware and many other bugs that could come to his advantage.
Telik also has fairly good combat skills and likes to work by himself. He never stares in one's eyes and hates people who lie. He dislikes the thought of evil and thinks he can do almost anything himself.
Telik will do every task seriously and is a very smart person, making the correct decisions and is always ready for anything.
His last name is kept to himself and he doesn't trust many people, being a very personal person. He also has a tendency to lose his temper often and has once attacked in such rage.
I'm alive! I just slept from 4 PM (ya, I know) till 8 AM today, long sleep. We should be playing my new RPG some time this month, I still need back stories from......no one! Yay! Congrats people.
Priest
Medic
Explorer
Necromancer
No one has claimed these classes, we will have to have a four person game later with these classes.
Really? 4 player game...Hm... I dunno not enough is going on with the Main D&D as it is. I thinki a 4 player would be horridly slow...ya know? Maybe if we just redo the classes (like repick) after the new one is over.... Or just wait for more members for the new one.
At 4/30/04 01:45 PM, Aasha wrote: Really? 4 player game...Hm... I dunno not enough is going on with the Main D&D as it is. I thinki a 4 player would be horridly slow...ya know? Maybe if we just redo the classes (like repick) after the new one is over.... Or just wait for more members for the new one.
Waiting would mean pretty much the whole club would have to join, and I just don't see that happening, and I suppose we would just repick, and make people pick something other than the class they picked before. But what if the unpicked classes went unpicked again?
At 4/30/04 02:00 PM, Aasha wrote: I dunno. I guess it'd mean no one wanted to be those classes then. It's actually pretty likely that at least one would still be unpicked.6 people and how many classes? 4 unpicked...
Yup, then we have that four person game, so we can see how those classes play.
