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Golden_Chocobo

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The Legends of Marvela
Part 1.


It’s over. Our everlasting bounds of chaos will not falter through the enervated lines of their defenses. They are obsolete, oblivious to our infinite dominance over their doomed world. They will capitulate to our ultimate power. Nothing will stop us; fore no force throughout this very universe can overthrow immortality. How can one survive such a devastating period of time?? The answer is:

They can’t.

They will die..perish over our awesome might. Our armies will roam over their lost empire. Crush everything that stands in our way. Fore the world has ended, and the apocalypse has begun.


This rp takes place in a fantasized land filled with magic and wonder called Marvela. There will be a variety of races and types of arts your character may be professional in. This planet is under a raging war, fore dark creatures, deadly and heartless have bound together to eliminate the very essence of life from the planet. They are under command of a powerful tyrant, who is rumored to have lived for more than fifty thousand years; yet still equipped with a young able bodied figure. After we meet with each other, we embark on a dangerous journey to destroy the vicious monster behind this madness.​

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Races

Humans= Ahh..the average human. Mighty in man power, arrogant in nature, and dominant in might. These beings are of mass majority, their cities stretching wide and vast with gleaming pride.

Elves= Elves, besides the natives to this wondrous planet, were probably the first to venture into Marvela. They were said that several millennia ago, their brightening silver ships bayed into these lands. Their cities are usually hidden deep within the confounds of nature, the beauty and peacefulness of their towns roaming secretly around the world. Because of their secluded ways, many mysteries still lie unconfirmed outside the elvish mind; such as their ability to forge tools and items, each with a unique magical touch laid within them, and their uncanny skills with the common bow. Many elves are gifted with a bizarre ability to predict the future and or the power of wizardry.

Dwarf= High in ego and flourished with pride, these shorter creatures dwell in the everlasting comfort of mines and caves; able to survive without hassle. Despite their minute nature, they cannot be judge merely by their looks. With an immense strength and remarkable skills, dwarves prove deadly to any foe. They are able to perform a only a bantam amount of black and white magic, but rarely use them either way.

Werewolf= A werewolf may look like a normal specimen at day, but at the full moon’s presence, they evolve into a berserk monstrous wolf like creature. Although werewolves are kind and gentle most of the time when conscious of themselves, people, more specifically humans, usually treat this species harshly, as if they were beast like demons; which isn’t too far off. Despite how much they are self aware of themselves; it is inescapable that at first sight of a full moon, they will turn into bloodthirsty werewolves. If one happened to get bitten during a werewolf’s havoc bound state, at first glance of a full moon, the victim’s body will forever be tied to the never ending curse of the werewolf.

Anthro= One of the most unique races in the world, these human resembling creatures are full of mystery. Picture a regular man or woman in your mind. Then add two ears of any furry mammal you can think of atop his or her head. After that, change his or her normal human arms into claws, talons, or paw like hands which resemble your chosen animal. Finally, add a tail, symbolizing your chosen mammal behind your creature’s back. If necessary, morph your being’s face into something close to your chosen animal, but keep enough human like textures for people to understand that he or she is still a person. Tadaa, you’ve got yourself an Anthro. Out of these varieties of species, Anthros are one of the least common. They live high above the isolated mountains, or deep within the forest, away from human activities. Although they can live practically two times as long as a normal humans can, their life span is still far from dwarves, which live for about a thousand years, yet alone elves, which live for eternity if not disturbed. Another remarkable ability of the Anthro are their keen abilities to last without food or water for months, and their cunningness around enemies. What ever creature they were intertwined with, a small piece of that certain mammal’s might is filled through their veins, unleashing inhuman strength upon their enemies.

(When you post your race, please write what kind of animal you symbolize. Remember, it has to be furry, and a mammal. Yes, monkeys are accepted. Sadly, you will have no ears and possibly no tail.)
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Professions

Swordsman= One who is skilled mainly on the use of a blade. Whether it’s as huge as an elephant, or as tiny as a mouse, they are usually able to tolerate any sort of sword.

Archor= Skilled with the bow and arrow. Elves and Anthro usually master in this area, but humans and dwarves are still able to wield this weapon.

Magician= An area specialized for specially talented beings, one that is rarely seen in dwarves. Who ever has the ability to produce or manipulate magic is often respected deeply through out their lives. There are often ranks, which signify exactly how skilled you are in wizardry. Here are the standing ranks.

1. Gifted. – Just found out powers. Has not yet found a master.
2. Apprentice. – Found a skilled Wizard to teach him or her.
3. Magician. – Completed through basic training. Able to cast a limited amount of useful spells.
4. Mage. – Completed through advanced training. Able to cast spells more fluidly and with an extensively increased amount of strength.
5. Wizard or Sorcerer. – Completed training and is now a full fledged mage. He or she is struck with the choice to serve his or her magic for good or evil.
6. Arch Mage. – A well respected mage who has now earned a high and royal title. They are equipped with unbelievable spells that can cause even the world to run in fear, or bellow in happiness.
7. Sage. – Only one has ever made it to this distinguished level. He or she that is a sage is bound with an unlimited supply of spells and curses. Their wisdom is far beyond almost anyone while they roam through the lands feared and honored. They are granted with never ending life, unless killed by someone, which is highly unlikely to happen if they are indeed a Sage.

(When you post your profession, please list your level of ranking too. I don’t want everyone to be Arch Mages and stuff so guys, please. No Sages for the time being without my permission. Thank you.)



Thief= Pesky bugs that steal items from something as helpless as a common bakery shop, or something as dangerous as heavily guarded treasure. Their keen sly senses help them navigate through hard times, stealing to survive. They use various types of weaponry such as claws, shuriken, daggers, and even small swords and scimitars.

Axeman= Proud and strong, this profession is commonly practiced by the dwarves; fore axes are often their weapon of choice. Although other species use axes commonly, the short yet deadly appearance of an axe greatly suits a dwarf.

Mercenary= Usually heartless and unemotional, these “hired warriors” work only if pay is involved. They will hunt, or protect from being hunted, anyone that they are told to hurt or protect. Either it’s a huge long mission, or a quick secretive one, these beings are highly skilled in their profession.

(Yes, yes, I know how you guys all wanna be cool like “Cloud” and all those other mercenaries, but please. Don’t get too carried away.)

Summoner= Well extinct over many years, somehow, these remarkable beings have returned, probably to save or destroy the planet. Able to call upon the help of mystical creatures and beasts, Summoners have great mental communication with others, often chatting with their beast resembling comrades. Each kind of Summoner is first printed into an endless contract, which states exactly what animal he or she is allowed to summon. If a Summoner signs a contract with another animal, this is called, “breaking a bond”. They are then sentenced, unless approved with special circumstances, unable to summon either of those two creatures. If one signs a contract with an animal species, they are gained access to the unlimited similar creatures that lay within his limitations. One can be as small as your finger tip, while another can be as large as a castle. Like Mages, Summoners also have a system of ranking, but for centuries, it has been long forgotten.


(Only one kind of animal per person. This is one kind of profession I would like to keep minimal. Oh and don’t be tricky and put something if someone stole your summon animal..perhaps it was “tiger”. Then you put, “predatory cats” or something. Yeah, don’t do that. Oh and, don’t be too general. Please post what kind of animal you summon in your template. Remember.)

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Template

Name: (Yes.)
Age: (Be Reasonable, according to your species. Oh and for elves, don’t put like 1000000 years or something. Max is 800 years.)
Gender: (Yes.)
Species: (Follow MY given list.)
Profession: (Follow MY given list.)
Weapon: (Follow your profession.)
Appearance: (Post a picture or write a detailed description. Be reasonable. Don’t put a picture of a five inch garden gnome and say it’s an elf. Please. If you’re a werewolf, posting a separate picture for your werewolf form is optional.)
Personality: (Follow your previous information. Detailed descriptions pretty please.)
Bio: (Detailed summary of your character’s life. No “he’s just there” or “she had a mysterious past, no one knows it”. I’m not asking you to write a novel awarding biography here, but at least make it a well dignified paragraph or two.)
Extra Info: (Any extra information you would like to add such as accessories, marks and tattoos, useful items, and maybe a theme song. Your choice.)
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Well, i've decided that pming would be irrelevant, so anyone is free to join without hassle. Just follow the rules.
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Rules

1. Be literate.
2. No Pping or Godmodding.
3. Please don’t spam people.
4. Experienced Rpers can only join.
5. I will be controlling the turning points and stuff of the rp.
6. Understand that high ranked positions will be questioned on how well I know you, and your level of skill. I might not give you the position.
7. Repeat the first rule.
8. Have Fun!!

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Spots
Golden_Chocobo. – Summoner Dragon. - Alagon Kimaran.
stay27. - Archor. - Lani Kesir.
Prince Riku. - Mercenary. - Sky Ortiz.
Prince Sasuke. - Mercenary. - Irvine Wing.
The Maraudar. - Arch Mage. - Dunjah Tallkesh.
XSpasticPrincess. - Thief. - Amber-Lee Veauxcray.
Cloud's Shadow. - Swordsman. - Hirunji Kassanagi.
starbounder62. - Anthro Cat. - Felix.
Darkcloud. - Swordsman. - Xloud.

(I would want almost every profession to be filled if that is ok with you. It is not required, but to make things more interesting, it would be recommended. Just don’t want a party of like 10 mercenaries or something. ^^.)

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I will post my template up soon.
 
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True Serenity

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Name: Lani Kesir

Age: 246 (Looks about 19)

Gender: Female

Species: Elven

Profession: Archor

Weapon: Bow and Arrow

Appearance: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/xsmallfrix20/anime9.jpg (Except she has long pointy elf ears, not cat ears.)

Personality: Quiet, gentle, and somewhat of a loner. Lani has trouble trusting people and doesn't find it easy to make friends. Although she is kind and sincere, people tend to ignore her because she is so mysterious. And even though it may seem that she wants to push people away, Lani wants nothing more than to find a special friend that she can confide in.

Bio: Lani was born into a wise and fairly wealthy elven family. Both her father and mother were master Archors, naturally giving Lani all their talent. Lani also had a sister, Deshu, who was two years younger than her. Lani and Deshu got along as any two sisters would. They had their sisterly fights, but they loved eachother either way. But when Lani turned 17, her sister was kidnapped but an unknown stranger. Lani and her family searched hopelessly for her, but could not find a trace.

After a few months, Deshu was returned home and Lani and her family were thrilled. But something about Deshu seemed different. She would only speak of horrible things and seemed to have no memory of her family. One night, Deshu brought upon an evil force and ended up killing herself, along with Lani's parents. Somehow, Lani survived and was left with no one but herself.

Ever since that night, Lani became a much stronger and wiser person. She grew a hatred for someone she didn't even know, the person who kidnapped her sister. Lani isn't sure who it was, but can only think that it was a dark force. And she is determined to get revenge for her sister and family.

Extra Info: Lani wears her sister's locket, with her and Deshu's picture in it.

OOC: I may fix this later.
 

Golden_Chocobo

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Ty for Joining stacy, and if everyone didn't read my edit, you no longer have to pm me to join..ran out of space..lol. Just fill free to directly post your bios and stuff on this thread, but remember to follow the rules and don't overdue it.
 

Lord_Canti

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Name: Felix
Age: 17
Gender: male
Species: Anthro (animal: cat )
Profession: Thief
Weapon: two daggers and kunai knives
Appearance: http://photobucket.com/albums/c366/Jester333/?action=view&current=Jester.jpg (with cat ears, tail and cat like hands)
Personality: A goof and complete idiot, he loves to have fun and would do anything for a good time.

Bio: Felix was born into a family of theives. They decided that living in the secluded mountains wasn't thrill enough for them, so they head for the closest human city possible. People would make fun of them and call them freaks, his parents, his sister and brother and him. At night they would get their revenge by finding their homes and raiding them for any goods. His father and brother both went to fight in the war when he was still very young and got brutally killed. Both of them had left their most valuable items to Felix (which would be the gold rings he wears).

After the city folk heard that the men of the family were gone, a mob stormed their home, stealing away his mother and sister and burning them, Felix had only been 8 at the time.

He wandered the streets, hungry, tired and alone, also getting pelted with what ever the people had in there hands and stealing food to survive. One day an old man was out in the market shopping for food and found him in the alley way. He braught him home not even one bit concerned with his "animal" difromity, that everyone called it. He took care of him until one day he also died, Felix was now fifteen and knew how to live for himself. Now to this day he makes a living doing what his family did best, stealing.

Extra Info: tattos on both knuckles, they say FUN! Also wears multiple gold rings on each hand to remind him of his brave family.
 
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Prince Riku

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Name:Sky Ortiz.

Age:18

Gender:Male

Species:Wolf Anthro.

Profession:Mercenary

Weapon:A scythe.

Appearance:First sig

Personality:He is a short-tempered little kid basicly.He does act wise at times though.

Bio:He's just there okay im joking............Sky was born and raised in a small village known as Robe village.He favorite thing to do when he was young was go fishing.But by the ten he was 13 he had to start practice at his age incase his village went to war with another.So his choice of weapon from the beginning was a katana.Then as he grew and became stronger he switch to the scythe and became an mercenary and was hired to kill his own village.He did do it but did it with guilt.Then he moved off as an stranger just wondering around village to village town to town he dosent even have a home..........

Extra Info:None.
 
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Golden_Chocobo

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PrinceRiku, if you are to be an Anthro, please state what kind of animal you are. Ty for joining by the way.

Anyone else is free to join please.
 
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Name: Dunjay Talkesh
Age: 320
Gender: Male
Species: Elf
Profession: Magician - Archmage (If that is ok)
Weapon: A staff wreathed in magic that was once owned by his father.
Appearance: (Pic coming sometime soon)
Personality: Dunjay tries to remain aloof and upbeat, but he knows when to be serious. Anger rarely grips him, but when it does, he tends to act rather irrationally. Luckily, it doesn't happen often...
Bio: Dunjay was born deep within the woods, in the Elven city of Mishtaff. From an ealy age, he was fascinated by magic. At age 7, he discovered his magical powers. From that point onward, he has honed his magical skills, aspiring to become a great and powerful mage. When Dunjay was still young (for an elf) his father died. He left Dunjay with a magical staff he had used throughout his life. Dunjay continued to live with his mother for some time. His position as Archmage was only recently gained, but justly so. Since he first learned about magic, Dunjay has always been interested in lightning the most. Instead of training equally in all areas of magic, Dunjay has focused his prowess on manipulating electricity. He retains his other elemental magics, but his abilities in them are far less developed.
Extra Info: Not much, but he has incredible control over electricity. He has even been known to kill enemies by sucking all of the electricity out of their bodies, stopping their hearts. He has also recently learned to teleport, but doing so tires him. The extent of this ability is unknown as of yet.
 
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XSpasticPrincess

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I'll fixed it up

Name:Amber-Lee Veauxcray
Age:18
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
Profession: Theif
Weapon: Daggers. Small sword
Appearance:Human: http://www.poppy-girl.net/katebeckinsale/galeria/underworld.jpg
Werewolf: http://www.ilmondodielena.it/tendress/lupo/werewolf-11.jpg
Personality: Amber-Lee is a teenage theif. She is hard hearted and a little selfish, if anyone needs anything it had better come after she's done, Her wolvish qualities tend to take over in battle and she becomes vicious and bloodthristy, with or without a full moon shining bright above her head. She is stealthy and very quiet. Although she is mean, Amber is quite fun if you get to know her. If she lets you get to know her.
Bio: Amber-Lee was born and raised in Marvela. She was from a fairly prominent family in her town until the incident. Her parents couldn't stand the thought of having such a surreal deformity in their family and immediately banished her.

Amber was only 14 when she was savaged by a werewolf on her way to school. The wounds her body sustained were horrible and she barely survived. Luckily her parents 'owned' a healer to aide in her recovery.
She now wanders the streets at night.


Extra Info: Amber-Lee wears a black cropped tanktop and a long trench coaty thing. Her favourite boots are always fastened tightly to her ankles.
 
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Golden_Chocobo

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Uhm, Princess, you mind changing that pic into a link or do something to erase the nudity. ><. Oh and can you also post a HUman pic. Ty.

Marauder, sure you can be arch mage..since you've just become one. Everyone just remember to post literate. ^^.
 

Masquerade

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Name: Irvine Wing
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Profession: Mercenary
Weapon:

~Sword of Lies~: The sword Irvine uses is a sword of deciet. The way Irvine makes the blade move, it looks like he is going to strike one way, while he strikes a whole entire different way.

Appearence: Irvine has dark black hair, and has brown eyes to match. He wears an average navy blue shirt, with black pants to match. There is also a leather pouch which he uses to carry any items he finds throughout his travels. Irvine has black gloves on his hand, and usually has an angry face on, but is sort of nice sometimes.
Personality: Irvine is usually cold and unforgiving. He is merciless, and has killed few people, but is still a killer. He is like a soilder for hire, and is rarely nice. He has spared some lives, but it is rare he is ever kind.
Bio: Irvine was abandoned at a young age and was forced to fend for himself for the first eight years of his life. During this time, most of it was running from anything that could attack. He would occasionally run into what he called a bad area, and run out in an instant. In those days, Irvine was weak, and couldn't even hold a weapon without being afraid, but could you blame him? Being alone in a war with no one to help or show any support.

As his age grew, he started to be what he called a theif. He would steal for food, and occasionally steal weapons to survive, but that all stopped one day. After making a mistake, Irvine ended up with a cursed sword which would end up killing its user, but nothing happened to him. What happened was, Irvine ended up getting money from the sword, when he became a mercenary for hire, and that's how he gets by now.
 

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Name:Xloud
Age:15
Gender:Male
Species:Werewolf
Profession:Swordman
Weapon:Giant reversed blade sword
Appearance: http://photobucket.com/albums/b384/Darckcloud/?action=view&current=One_Winged_Angel.jpg
Personality:Brave,Powerful,Fearless
Bio:When He was born He loved to look at the moon as if he was born to see it.As it sparkled in the sky,I would always see a tree fall or rumble of an animal hit the cold ice forest floor.He took notice to this and began to walk toward the bushes which were the gateways to the Forest.
As soon as he took a single step his father would grab him with full force throwing him against the house.DO not go near the woods.He would scream at thr child.Soon the child began to begin to look at the woods a little more.At the age of 10 He was a genius of the woods every animal every tree every nook and crany of it.All from his little room.He soon began to listen to the elders and learn about the legandary werewolf WhiteFang,his grandfather.As he heard this he ran to his little hut and ran into the woods.He spent the night there on a Full moon.When he awoke he heard a growling coming from the woods a werewolf came out of the bushes and attacked him.Xlopud was bleeding from head to toe.With his eye he saw the wolf get shot down by an elf.The elf carried him home and put him in his bed he saw the elf rush out and head off into the woods.The rest is a blur.5 years later

Extra Info:none
 
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Crest

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Name: Hirunji Kassanagi

Age: 387 (Claims he's 20)

Gender: Male

Species: Elven

Profession: Swordsman

Weapon: Lirun Sui- A sword skillfully crafted by his father. The blade is made of sapphire and a diamond substitute. The blade itself is a standard size and the handle is crafted to adapt with any fighting style. Hirunji's prized sword and treasure.

Appearance: He is about 5 foot eleven, which is quite high for his race. He has a medium build looks pretty average. His hair is long and in a messy auburn color styled a just as messy looking ponytail. His eyes are light teal, kind of like the ocean in the tropics. His skin is a healthy tannish color. He is clothed with a standard white silk shirt overtopped by green elven armor and shoulder pads. He wears light beige colored pants with a leather carrying belt tilted down a little. His boots are made of special hides to resist heat.

Bio: Born a son of a famous elven blacksmith. Most of Hirunji's, or Hiru for short, life had been pretty average. He trained to be a blacksmith like his father, but he seemed to be more interested in fighting with swords rather than crafting them. Besides that, he was interested in other subjects, such as cooking or reading. He was not a genius or anything but he was smart. He then started taking lessons from his best friend's father, only learning the basics. Then he started developing his own style, which is a style that allows the user to adapt to many types of terrain, using swift yet fierce movements.

Now... he does know some form of blacksmithing but never as good as his father was. His father died in an accident two years ago, his mother is alive but she lives off selling homemade medicines. He has almost mastered his sword style, but still hasn't trained on other types of terrain, such as the artics, mountains, and the desert. Hiru sets off at age 380, to learn about all kinds of ruins, recipes, well basically he wants to learn, more than what the other elves had told him.

Extra Info:

Accessories: Elven Ring- A normal elven ring, nothing but a normal ruby in it.

Sword Style Info: Hirunji's style is where the user is constantly at movement in battle, even if they are standing in one spot. The flow of movement allows many sowrd moves to be swiftly struck on the opponent. The terrain of the field also effects the kind of movement, so that's why he needs to practice on other terrains.

Theme: "Link" by L'Arc~en~Ciel (To listen to it go to http://www.gendou.com and you need to register. Don't worry it's free. It's the opening theme to the FMA Movie. So after registering go search for Full Metal Alchemist and click on the song "Link".
 

Golden_Chocobo

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Ty for joining everybody. Oh, and who ever is a summoner, i added some details. 1st choice is your first choice summon.

Name: Alagon Kimaran.

Age: 15.

Gender: Male.

Species: Human.

Profession: Summoner. – Dragons.

1st choice:

Durrandul. – The first and strongest dragon Alagon has ever summoned. An unbreakable bond is planted between the two..risking anything to save each other. Alagon first discovered Durrandul as a small hatchling. After a few years, the helpless reptile evolved into a vicious yet ever so elegant dragon.


Weapon:

Spiral Staff. – A magnificently designed spear like staff with both physical and mental abilities lay within it. Blue gems linger in an infinite cycle, encircling the staff’s orbish top. Made of pure Elvish Diamonds, this powerful staff gives Alagon the ultimate boost in summoning.

Appearance: With both mahogany brown hair and navy blue eyes, Alagon’s physical structure is quite fit for his young age. A strong leather shoulder pads perches firmly on his right arm as a delicate golden headpiece shimmers proudly around his forehead. He wears a thin blue undershirt while a strong brownish vest piles over it. Concealing a vast majority of his body is a long baggy cloak, encircled loosely around Alagon’s neck. His face looks kinda like this, instead with blue eyes. http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Golden_Chocobo/spiral35.jpg

Personality: Daring yet caring, Alagon is still basically, a child. His mental mind far surpasses others, and endurance is not at all a problem. He still lacks a bit of the world's knowledge, but will absorb it quickly when heard of.

Bio: Born in a small, pleasant town, Alagon spent his early years of childhood in peace and serenity. As he experienced his first decade of living, his urge for adventure led him deep into the woods, discovering a bizarre colored egg of some sort. It gleamed in a rich blue sensation. After caring for it a couple of days, it surprisingly hatched. Thus, Durandul was born.

After two months of laboring with the dragon, concealing it from harmful sight, their mental telepathy grew dramatically. One day, as they practiced cheerfully through the night, a band of orcs overran the town, by order of the treacherous tyrant behind the madness. Devastated, Alagon bawled in shame and guilt, cursing heavily throughout the night. After a few days of self organized memorials, Alagon utterly discovered by a formidable group of Elves, riding towards him, curious, on their elegant white stallions.

Taken into care, along with the dazzling Durandul, the elve’s quickly brought him to the brightening city of Alanessia. There, Alagon quickly learned of his true origin. He would fortake the legendary summoner once more.

Given to him was a magnificent staff marked with ancient remedies with a strange spiral curve to it. Under intense security and training, Alagon soon became a full fledged summoner in less than 5 years. His capabilities increased extensively while more and more contracts piled into his department.

As Alagon was on the brink of finally claim these beautiful lands a new home, havoc struck once more. A well armed batch of orcs, urgals, and drakes marched into Alanessia, assassinating hundreds of elves. With an army of ten thousand troops, these vicious creatures, with countless effort, penetrated through the proud elven defense. Their arrows proved of annoyance to the army that continued to force their way through the city. Although the elves were high in skill, they were not enough to last against the mighty creatures of the tyrant. Out numbered and terrifyingly bewildered, the elves were to their disadvantage. The city would soon fall under these dark beasts. Alagon himself was forced to flee, urged by his elven masters. Reluctantly, he mounted onto Durandul and set off.

Extra Info:

Elesiar Symbol: A mark of the summoner Alagon had beared ever since a child. It is attached to his left arm, glowing magnificently when danger is near.

Elven Ring: Given kindly by his elven masters, Alagon learned to cherish the ring which gave him the ultimate boosts in mental abilities.
 

Golden_Chocobo

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ooc. Alright we'll start now.

ic.

My l-lord, we've sent the regiments out as you ordered. Most of them s-seemed to have proved successful.

Excellent. Ready the next army and immediatly send them to Tredorhall. Now. This world is growing weak.




Through the black skies, a behemoth reptile soared through the wind, piercing against the smoldering black ashes. On this speedy dragon crouched a young man, wearing a gleaming silver vest as he too fought against the vicious environment.

Alagon tugged at the mantle, forcing the dragon to a stop as the air began to clear. Gazing at the empty sky behind him, a long exaspering sigh came from his lips. His eyes were too dry to shed tears, flamed away from the ashes. A moment of silence frolicked through the gustling wind.

Now, two of his most beloved homes were dissintegrated. Why did it have to happen to him?? At that moment, a bizzare feeling triggered within him. As if his sadness began to evolved, a beast like urge replaced his bummed blue mood.

Anger grew bodly within him.
 

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The young woman perched on the roof of the bakery scanning the streets below her. Seeing a potential target she slipped down a drainpipe and stalked up behind the young man. She had perfected a way to get as much money as she wanted, with as little violence as possible.

Tapping him on the shoulder she put on a sweet smile and an innocent expression. "E-e-excuse me sir? I've lost my glasses and I can't for the life of me read that sign over there. I wanted to know the specials in the bakery." She began, fluttering her eyelashes.

This was but one of the unraided villages in her region and they had orders to act as normal as possible...which meant for Amber-Lee Veauxcray to delightfully rob as many people and places as possible. She loved her job.

The man looked at her kindly and put an arm around her shoulder. "Aw. Well darlin' why don't I buy you the baked stuff then?" Amber was shocked but nodded. She was going to end up with a free meal and his wallet.

When the meal was finished she allowed herself to be led out with his arm around her shoulder. Casually she slipped her hand into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Feigning the loss of something important Amber asked him to pick it up and placed his wallet into her pocket.

Scurrying away she laughed as he continued to look for her ring
 
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