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[b][i]A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, in a planet inhabited by all sorts of different intelligent species, an adventure is about to begin. A battle between good, and evil, all life hangs in the balance. It is an experience that will surly, blow you away! [/b][/i]

[I][b][color=deeppink]*NEWSFLASH*
Not more than five minutes ago, on the night of the 23rd of the month of the goat, road workers, in the city of Remond, in Remondia, discovered the fabled ?Magnexus Crystal? fifteen hundred feet below Remond Road. The legendary Magnexus Crystal was said to be created as a heart, used to power our planet, right at the time of it?s birth, some 300,000,000 years ago. It is said that whoever possesses the crystal and calls forth the power of Magnexus, the Mother God of Life, shall have unimaginable power over time, space and reality. However, four guardians protect the crystal. The guardians of Life, Death, Love and Hate, were born alongside the crystal, and have vowed to watch over it for all eternity. Details are sketchy, but we do know that the city has been evacuated, and officials are still contemplating a course of action.
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[color=orange][b] The League of Justice Headquarters [/b]
The news of such a crisis couldn?t have hit the heroes residing at The League of Justice at a worse time. Their honourable leader, Major Honourable had left them in total disarray. That morning, while Major Honourable had been making a simple slice of toast, the toaster had malfunctioned, exploded and reduced the heroic figure to a smouldering pile of ashes. A press release had been issued, and the public had been assured that while Major Honourable?s death was had left them mournful, they would still fight to protect justice and the innocent, and to punish the wrong. This, however, couldn?t be further from the truth! Major Honourable had been so great at his job that he had ended up doing all the work, and they sat back and relaxed. They were, so to speak, screwed! Their arch nemesis, Perjure Krakow would be licking his lips in glee. But they had been superheroes once, so they could be superheroes again. When the news of the Magnexus Crystal reached them through their [I] Crisis Screen [/I], they took the opportunity to prove to the public, and to their enemies, that they were still a force to be reckoned with, with or without Major Honourable! They gathered a team of their most potential heroes, got suited up, and sprang into action![/color]

[color=limegreen][b] The Guild of Treasure Hunters [/b]
Once a year, every treasure hunter on the planet journeys to the small village of Green Oak, for the Annual Convention of the Guild of Treasure Hunters, in the western regions of the Klirmonjaran, in the Mouthier continent. Officially, it is said that they come here to issue reports and studies, but the real reason, is to gloat about whatever stash they recently required and get incredibly intoxicated! Over the course of three days, they turn the quiet village of Green Oak into an amazing festival of ecstasy and euphoria, for it must never be said that Treasure Hunters do not know how to have a good time. No matter what your origins, if attending Green Oak between the dates of the 22nd to the 24th of the month of the goat, you are sure to find something you will thoroughly enjoy. And this year was no different! The party began at 5.34 am on the first morning, and was not to end until 11.46 pm on the final night, the highlights including chasing goats through the village in the early hours of the morning, a time old favourite of the Treasure Hunters, and the drunken public flogging of an ant man, whose wedding was the next morning, and was carried out in a drunken haze where a crazy old lady eloped with the priest at the last minute, and was eventually replaced by a passing by sailor, who had gotten lost and had stayed in the town, taking the pledge to become a Treasure Hunter, just so he could party like this every year. Nobody knows quite how the news of the Magnexus Crystal?s discovery reached the village, but within minutes of its arrival, everybody knew of it. A short meeting was held in the town square, where the best Treasure Hunters in the village were requited, and sprang into action! [/color]

[color=blue][b] International Exploration Society [i](party at Dickie?s)[/i][/b]
When you?re a world famous explorer, your bank account takes an enormous increase from what it was when you weren?t! The nature of being wealthy is that the larger your disposable income becomes, the more spending you?re going to indulge in. And of course, some are wealthier than other, and so these people splash out on more extravagant luxuries. One such case is the almost legendary explorer, Dickie Norton. When he learned of the apparent discovery of the Magnexus Crystal, he was hosting one of his regular house parties in his rather large, rather expensive twelve-storey mansion, on the south coast of the Thirescape continent. At such occasions, one can expect to see such curiosities as, naked dwarf waiters and waitresses, walking around with silver trays of cocaine or expensive red wine, transported all the way from Ãregonia. One might also take part in one of Dickie?s favourite pastimes, target practise using priceless artefacts. But tonight was extra special. As well as the usual star-studded guest list of explorers and celebrities, scientists and gynaecologists, geologists and ornithologists, famous people of all kinds of races, there was one extra special guest present. The president of the International Exploration Society (I.E.S) was to award Dickie with an award for the discovery of a previously unimagined cluster of small islands in the centre of the Yesser Sea. He was in the living room when he saw the newsflash on his super sized wide screen television. With that, he gathered a team of the best explorers present, and sprang into action! [/color]

[color=red][b] Evil Island [/b]
It had been a long time since the bad guys had had anything to sing about, but on the night of the 23rd, they were rejoicing and being merry, with the perfect reason to do it, too. In a time, not so long ago, their mighty ruler, Perjure Krakow, had sent an elite team of infiltrators into the headquarters of the League of Justice, and had tampered with one of their cooking appliances, with results that had proved fatal for their captain, Major Honourable. And now, after years of being thwarted, they held the world in a potential vice grip! Gremlins and Fire-demons drank gallons of alcoholic beverages, ferocious Dragons fornicated with cruel Sirens, and enormous Golems fought gruesomely to the death with insane Behemoths. Gluttony, greed, sloth, lust, vanity, pride and envy all took place within the enormous palace, hidden deep in the depths of the dark jungle on Evil Island (conveniently named)! Perjure sat on his throne, receiving various types of pleasure from several filthy crack-driven prostitutes, enjoying the sights that greeted him, when one of his most loyal messengers, Tidus Lockhart, delivered the news of the Magnexus Crystal. Perjure?s mind lustfully scanned the possibilities, assembled a team of his most fiendish subjects and sprang into action! [/color]


Signups: Well, what do you think? That took a lot of effort, so I hope it gets a good response! Basically, you start out at one of the four starting points, each searching for the Crystal. When signing up, have your font as the colour of the side you?re on. Any questions, feel free to ask.

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Name: Abus Locke
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: 6ft 4 in height, long black hair, done in pigtails, blue eyes, rugged face, ragged brown clothes.
Affiliation: Guild of Treasure Hunters
Weapons: Twin Daggers
Bio: Orphaned at the age of 15, Abus travelled the land as a thief for five years, getting by on his stolen booty. When he reached the age of 20, he met Trios O Reilly, an ancient man, who decided to let Abus live with him. It was through Trios that Abus learned of the Guild of Treasure Hunters, and joined, fast becoming one of their greatest members, due to his history of being a thief. When Abus was 24, Trios died and Abus spent a year in solitude, contemplating life. Abus then returned to the Guild of Treasure Hunters and has remained there ever since.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Eh. Why not. I can only see one major problem. And that is that nobody, and I do mean [I]nobody[/I], wants to see a naked dwarf. Not even other dwarves. I mean really, there are some areas that should not be touched... bad choice of words there...

Oh, and I'm assuming I get to choose my own race though.


Name: Lacroix s'Xalerian
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Vampyre
Appearance: Lacroix is six foot tall, with shoulder length black hair that shimmers silver. Lacroix had steel grey eyes, hardened by time and experience. Very few people can hold his emotionless gaze. The chaos in his soul reflects out those portal, swirling through the black flecks in the iris of his eyes. He has a hawklike nose, and a thin mouth. He tends to blacken his lips. His skin is bone-white, due to his intense dislike of sunlight.

Lacroix wears a black brigandine that leaves his arms bare, with runic symbols etched into the back. Black pants, soundless in motion, flow down to just above his ankles, revealing tough leather boots, with strangely noiseless soles, no matter the surface. It is a matter of speculation among many creatures on the Island as to just how many daggers are in those boots... Lacroix's forearms are covered with black leather bracers, each with a design on the upper side. The etched areas are filled with onyx. Over this, he wears a long-sleeved black shirt. Due to his white skin, it is important than any reflective surface, a.k.a. all of him, be covered. When forced into daylight, or meeting an employer, he wears a deeply cowled cloak, with a disguising hood.

Affiliation: Evil eremophile.(Obviously not from Evil Island, but I'm there at the start of this)
Weapons: Chinese style beheading sword, twin scimitars.
Magic: Not exactly magic, but psionic powers are basically advanced physcokinesis.
Bio:The s'Xalerians are the head of the Vishaki mage clan of the far east. Lacroix was a promising young student, and was tutored by nearly a score of archmages from the age of 5 up until his departure (a.k.a. banishment). He was always a solitary boy, and had few human contacts. Despite his youth, he would often go off alone into the wilderness for days on end. He talked little, though he was far above average intelligence. Thus, he was often contemptuous of others, which, added to the arrogant ease with which he wielded his talent, lead to common retribution. Lacroix quickly learnt to defend himself, which lead to further hatred of him. Despite all this, his instructors warmed to him. Among these was a withered old being named Ski'jul. Now, Ski'jul was a solitary being, who had spent his life studying the more ...esoteric side of arcana. In other terms, he had long walked the Dark Road. Being of a somewhat darker character himself, Lacroix was naturally drawn to Ski'jul, and Ski'jul found an adept and willing pupil in Lacroix. When found out be Rakskini, Lacroix's father and the head of the clan, Ski'jul summoned several hellish creatures, which destroyed the larger percentage of the clan before being killed. Ski'jul then fled, taking with him the 14 year old Lacroix.

Lacroix was truly indoctrinated along the Dark Road, and was an experience walker when at last he tracked down by his vengeful father. Set upon in the middle of the night by several Templars, as well as four archmages, including Rakshini. Ski'jul's head was split by a flanged mace, and his soul ripped to shreds while it tried to reach the etheric planes. No ressurrection, or otherworldly contact, would be in any way possible. Lacroix was subdued, and taken back to the heart of the clan. He was exorcised of his summoning ability and knowledge. Attempting to cling to their gate to the material plane, Lacroix's Familiar demons ended ripping his mind apart during the arcane struggle. Afterwards, most of Lacroix's talent was rent asunder, leaving him a far less powerful being than he was, and no memory of his time walking the Dark Road. At this time, he was 17, and shunned and hated by most of the people around him.

A year later, on his 18th birthday, which coincided with the darknest, longest night of the year, winter solstice, a huge party was held, for although Lacroix had been corrupted by evil, he was still a member of the s'Xalerians. Prestige can do dangerous things to people.

The festivities lasted long into the next day. Nobody noticed that the guest of honor had disappeared earlier though, at exactly midnight. By then, they were all so deep in their cups they wouldn't have cared.

Lacroix went immediately to the library, to the great histories of the Vikshaki. His intentions, originally, were innocent. For he merely wished to unearth the reasons he was considered so pernicious. Sure enough, his ordeal was well described and dissected. At this, Lacroix grew enraged. Always independant, the idea that someone would dare interfere with his free will left him in a cold fury. He went straight away to his father's chambers, killing the single guard with a purloined dagger. From his father's private library, he stole several eldritch tomes, whihc he studied in secret for most of the night.

The next day, he ran into the great hall and awoke his father, frantically telling him of the dead guard and the theft. His father, afraid, for the tomes contents were deadly, sent most of the clan out to find out what had happened to them. This was perfect the burgeoning murderer. The small remainder left had no chance, mudered by the infernal beasts Lacroix conjured up. The last to die was Rakskini. As he was torn to pieces at his son's command, he despaired, not for himself, but for the toll that would be enacted upon his son.

When the searches returned, the place was a charnel house. Lacroix had long fled the scene. A search turned up the stolen books, and Lacroix was immediately hunted down through scrying. Again, he was purged, and this time, set under ciphers of binding and command. At the peril of his life and soul, he was unable to touch the demonic planes. Undaunted, he turned his mind to other planes, other energy sprites, and started to learn the arts of an evocator. Suspicious, the remaining clan members warded him against any otherplanar contact. Lacroix fell into a rage, and attempted to break through the binding, his mind striking at it again and again, as a beast in a cage. As he clubbed himself into unconsciousness, his mental outputs, driven by his restored natural talent, drove a psionic blast into all around him. He awoke an hour later. Immediately, he was banished, and all arcanic knowledge he had learnt under the instruction of the Vishaki drained from him. He was still in possession of his natural talent. And now, he had the powers of a budding psionic.

Lacroix wandered alone for years, testing and perfecting his psionic abilites. Eventually, he turned up on Evil Island, and settled down.

With a darkened soul, and an already dark character, Lacroix's gothic nature adapted quickly to the anarchal life of the Island. He found that even the human beings there were as corrupt as any demon, and always needed people, or beings, quietly disposed of, in a fashion they could not be implicated for. With his psionic abilites, and nihilistic, eremophilic nature, Lacroix was the perfect assassin.

The guild of assassins on the Island , wary of his power, attempted to kill him several times. Eventually, he destroyed it. Thus, without competition, he is the prime assassin, servicing anyone who can pay the price. Unknown to his employers however, he is somewhat insane, and although he always kills his mark, should be held in deepest caution. His eldritch manners of killing, along with his blackened leather armour, black pants, black hair, deadwhite face and black cloak, earnt him the title of "The Archon", among the Island's populace. Few people trouble him, unless they desire his services. When Lacroix heard about the crystal, he carefully prepared a facade of honour and heroism, for being an emotionless soul, and a gifted actor, he can make himself fit in to any circumstances, and adapt any persona in the blink of an eye. Currently using several aliases, the one under which he is currently travelling in search of the crystal being Lacroix s'Xalerian, honored member of the Vishaki mage clan...




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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Harlequin [/i]
[B][font=gothic][color=crimson] I can only see one major problem. And that is that nobody, and I do mean [I]nobody[/I], wants to see a naked dwarf. Not even other dwarves. I mean really, there are some areas that should not be touched... bad choice of words there...

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Speak for yourself ! I happen to think naked dwarf's are sex on legs ![/color]:tasty: