Sign Up Knights of Neshaia (Mature language and situations)

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]I am the scholar Ramze Hiyate. Let me tell you a tale, boy.

*nods*

There lies, in another world, in another time, the continent of Achilla, an imposing land ruled by an iron-fisted emperor. To the south of this dark world lies the smaller island of Lethraian, a wonderful island free of the emperor's grasp. On this island, there are ranchers, warriors, and academies. There are elves, there are drow, and there are dwarves. There are a few giants, there are some dragons, and there are spirits. And there are humans.

But somehow, they all live in peace.

Every time the island is attacked, the force is turned away without a single arrow being fired. no disease has ever had much sway to the islanders, some magic has emboldened their immunities. Somehow, someway, the island is as close to paradise as possible.

It is the goddess Neshaia. By her will, her islanders, whether they worship her or not. Her brothers, Intangir and Hyral, are thre other gods of the isle. Intangir worshipped by the dwarves of the forge, and Hyral worshipped by the warrior-elves called the High and Wyld.

But one day, seventeen years ago, there was born a sign that the sister of the three, Firand, the dark-skinned and hateful Drow goddess that presides over Achilla's evil emperor Belg, was gaining power enough to end the peaceful life-style of the island Lethraian.

A child was born with the blood of the wolves in his veins. A lycanthrope of will was born to the drow.

Neshaia had no choice. She sent her powerful whispers down to the people of the island, searching for the young people to defend the boy as he grew so that he could defeat Firand.

Are you sure you would like to hear the rest of the tale?

*nods*

Well then, the legacy of the Knights of Neshaia so begins....[/i]
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The heroes' were brave and strong. They were......
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[b]Name:[/b]Duh

[b]Age:[/b]Anywhere within reason.

[b]Race:[/b]Elves, Drow, Humans, Dwarves, Half-Giants or Half-Dragons.

[b]Eyes:[/b]Duh.

[b]Hair:[/b]Length, style, and color.

[b]Armor:[/b]It can be anything, silk, chainmail, full plate. If you have a shield or vambrace, it goes here.

[b]Weapons:[/b]Of course.

[b]Powers:[/b]Magical abilities. Note that there will be only ONE lycanthrope on the island.

[b]Personality:[/b]Do you shine like the sun? Do you focus on your job? Remember, though, we live on a peaceful island.

[b]Biography:[/b]Of course.

[b]Appearance:[/b]Duh.

[b]Kinship to the chosen one:[/b]Assigned protector, best friend, or simply just along for the ride? Make something up.

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The chosen one was a hero, himself! He was......
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[b]Name:[/b]Aris D'Laranth

[b]Age:[/b]17

[b]Race:[/b]Drow-Lycanthrope

[b]Eyes:[/b]Silver

[b]Hair:[/b]Silver

[b]Armor:[/b]Reinforced silk shirt over chestplate. He has a buckler on the right hand and a vambrace on the left. Both allow for free use of weapons.

[i]Half-wolf Form:[/i]Same, except the legs are armored instead of the chest. Vambrace and buckler remain on the forearms.

[i]Full-wolf Form:[/i]None.

[b]Weapons:[/b]

[i]Drow Form:[/i]A katana, a whip, and a longsword. Also a quarterstaff and a pair of fighting daggers. His main weapon in his whip.

[i]Half-wolf Form:[/i]A grand klaive (a longsword made of silver), which is deadly to him, a quarterstaff, and his claws and jaw.

[i]Full-wolf Form:[/i]Claws and jaw.

[b]Powers:[/b]

[i]Shift:[/i]Transforms him into any form he wished to be in.

[i]Sense:[/i]His trained senses can detect the slightest of sounds, scents, and details.

[i]Serene Soul:[/i]A Gift bestowed upon him by Hyral, the God of Lightning, upon birth, Aris can run as fast as lightning can strike, which tends to put a very many people off balance. His record so far is running around the island five-thousand times in two days. Nonstop. Unfortunately, it also makes for a huge metabolism that focuses mainly on chilidogs, Aris' favorite food. He does not activate this ability, it is simply his. he fights himself when he wants to control his speed and run normally.

[i]Nature's Call:[/i]He can call upon nature to aid him in any way, be it binding vines or an overflowing river.

[i]Vorpal Slash:[/i]Draining his life force only when in Drow form, this attack hits a thousand times in an instant.

[i]Force-of-will:[/i]Half-wolf only. He completely disregards even mortal wounds until his mission is complete.

[b]Personality:[/b]A nice and generous boy, he's always cheerful and unwilling to give up. He never, ever forfeits a match. He's incredibly stubborn, but instantly fills the role as a leader when danger arises. He is often looked up to as a role model, even though his kind is rampant on Achilla. He is not looked over by Firand, and thus, he is loved by his island. He is sometimes arrogant and over-confident, but he has a big heart. His favorite colors are blue and green.

[b]Biography:[/b]Born to the drow, his birth was marked as he did not possess the dark skin of the dark elves. It was also noted by the elves that his body held untapped power. He was sent to the main city of Lelend for the church to raise him. He grew into a fine young man, his wolf blood interfering with his longevity and forcing his body to age like a human. Upon his twelfth birthday, he transformed for the first time. He did not kill anyone, he didn't even know he was transformed. It wasn't until he bent to drink from a basin that he saw what he was. He looked up and began to cry. Upon Aris threatening suicide, the village realized that he held his mind, unlike the lycanthropes on Achilla, and begged him to stop.

To make up for his blood, he began training to warrior-hood. He became a loved figure on the island, helping where help was needed. He had a few rivals, certainly, but nobody on the island hated him. Except himself and the scattered bandits.

Now that he is seventeen, he is marked to begin a quest by Neshaia. He must overthrow Firand in hopes of attaining a purified blood....

[b]Appearance:[/b]See attachment.

[b]Kinship to the Chosen One:[/b]Aris IS the chosen one![/color]

[Megumi momo]

Name- Ishtar Sakazaki Aka Taka

Age- unknown

Gender-female

Race-Elf

Hair-Long flaming hair which is never down. Held high in a ponytail.

Eyes-Torquoise Blue But turn red when she is fighting.

Armor- Ishtar's only armor is a knight crest that was given to her father by a gallant knight. The knight crest is a long sheild made of manthane-and elven metal which is unpentraable unless magic is used.

Kanda- has metal plates that cover his hooves and wings.

Weapons- Mani Katti- a magic sword that was passed down through Ishtar's family. It engulfs the weirlder in pure flame when the weilder is damaged greatly. It also cannot be used by anyone with an evil heart.
A silver lance- her silver lance is only used when she is riding Kanda her Pegusus

Powers- Ishtar can call upon elemnts at anytime earth air fire water thunder rain lighting. Using these powers Ishtar can summon magic which strikes down her emeny.
Ishtar can also multpy herself for a single attack.

Personality-Ishtar is a warrior elf so she never lets her guard down. She is quiet and mysterious, but when with Kanda her pegusus, she is sweet and kind. Ishatr is quick to act and hesitant to act on her true feelings. She is more of a dangerous creature and entering combat with foul intention could mean losing your life.

Apperence- Ishtar has Torquoise eyes and long flaming red hair tyed in a high ponytail. two long strands of hair are her bangs which is a navy blue. She has a fully matured body and muscles that look like they have been through rigours training. A small tattoo for the Symbol of fire trails down her left cheek in black ink. Ishtar has light skin with a beautiful face that is often hidden beneathe her long bangs. She wears a gray tank top with a skirt that covers only her front and back leaving her long-muscular legs to be shown. Another tattoo on her bare stomach is in elven language meaning loyalty.

Biography- Ishtar was trained as an warrior elf at a very young age after her father was killed. During her training she sought a number of human bandits egging on fights to get stronger. There she met a Drow who at first sight fell in love. Confused at her feelings she ingaged a battle with him. The bandits saw her weakness and attacked. The drow later revealed himself as Aris as he took Ishtar to a nearby inn to treat her wounds. Confused and afraid Ishtar left the inn seeking atonment for her feelings. When the tribe heard of Ishtar's mistake they sentenced her to death but a Mysterios mage saved her on his winged horse. The Mage was known as Erk a great magician who used anima magic. Erk taught the young elf all he could before he died giving his winged horse Kanda to Ishtar. Later Ishtar became a mercenary for hire known as Taka.

Kinship to the Chosen one- She has fallen in love with the lone hero and seeks atonement for her feelings. Deep down Ishtar will never say what she feels. She meets the lone hero again but not on good terms she is asked to kill the lone hero but instaed joins with him to save the land.

Is this okay and can Kanda be in the story?
Kanda is Ishtar's pegusus

[Valen]

Save a spot for me, as we discussed. I am currently fooling around with the keyboard and I shall edit this as soon as I am finished.

[I]Valen takes a bow and continues to work on a small desk in a cluttered room illuminated by a single lamp.[/i]

[b]Reply to Flynn's future post: just [i][u]shut up[/u][/i].[/b]

[Shinkoru]

[color=gray]Name: Serenity Fayru

Age: 16

Race: Half Elf Half Human

Eyes: The mistyest Gray you've ever seen

Hair: Long, straight and deep brown with a tedendency to catch the wind just perfectly to accent her soft elegant skin.

Armor:a Think light weight Silver Eathril she usually wears under her shirts.

Weapons: She carrys a small pack which holds a few boxes of throwing stars, daggers and oddly sharp hair pins. Also when she goes out alone she carries a long verry thin Elven blade.

Powers: Inheriting some ablities from her Elven mother who died when she was born, Serenity can use elemental magic. thusly meaning she can a. Make fire b. Controll weather c.if in a forest, controll it. =) she also learned a slepp from her grandmother, who raised her, to make herrun as swift and elegant as the wind.

Personality: Serenity spends her days swimming and fawning over her boyfriend, "ze chozen one" she also studies magic, knowing she'll never become as strong as a full elf but none the less she tries her hardest to gain the power her mother once had.

Biography: When she was born her mother died, Her father loved Serenity's mother deeply, he couldn't deal with the loss and he soon after died of nautral causes,. Serenity was sent to live with her Grandmother, a full bloded High Priestis to the Elven kind.

Appearance: See Attachment

Kinship to the chosen one: His Girlfriend =) (don't despute it I already cleared everythign with Legacy, auctually he asked me to teehee. As a lovieng sister I gladly accepted. He wnats a cute lil love triangle thing hehe)[/color]

[Guest Naota]

[i][color=blue][font=century]EDIT 1/31/04: OOC: I forgot to add a little bit in Rin's profile, but it's not much.

Name: Rin Takuza

Age: 16

Race: Humans

Eyes: One Blue, One Green

Hair: Wavy, falls down to his waist. A light shade of blond.

Armor: Brown gloves on both hands

Weapons: Sword: A sword that Rin found inside of his home under his bed at the age of 8. All he knew about it was that he knew that somehow, someway, he would need it someday. [img]http://www.medieval-weaponry.com/media/88THWS.jpg[/img]

Powers: Rin has no real magical powers, aside from a strange sense of clairvoyance that occasinally kicks in.

Personality: Rin has the personality of your average teenager. Carefree, laid-back, and loud, he has a tendancy to lose his temper very quickly.

Biography: Rin was born to the typical family on the island. When he was just barely one year old, his father simply disapeared. At the age of eight, Rin found a sword under his bed. Having no idea where it acme from, he felt a sense of being in it, like he'd need it badly someday. He learned how to use it on his own and developed a sloppy yet effective way of fighting. Rin also learned how to play the guitar, simply for entertainment for other people on the island.

Appearance: Rin has long, wavy, blond hair that reaches down to his waist. He wears brown gloves and is about 6'1''. He is scrawny, but packs a solid punch. His outift consists of a white shirt that is open at the front and long, dirty, brown peasent jeans.

Kinship to the chosen one: Rin was only 12 when he started to dislike Aris. He wouldn't admit it, but it was probaly jealousy. One night, he had a disturbing dream about blood, death, and Aris. In that dream, aboice kept whispering things like, "Protect Aris." and, "Go with him" Rin woke up the next morning and decided that he should put his jealousy behind him, and make heed his dreams advice.[/color][/i][/font]

[Talon]

[color=teal]Valen, edit that thing SOON. We need a few more people. I'll PM everybody when I feel we have enough. And Dani.....argh. Just........GO POSTING PERSONAL INFOMRATION WHY DONCHA!?!?!?!

And no, Flynn, this is NOT the reason I posted. I posted to put up two pics of my character. The attachment is Aris in Half-wolf form. Drool away, power-hungry maniacs.

This pic is him when he is battling without his wolf form. As for claws......yes, he has those in drow form. Just doesn't use 'em much.

[img]http://www.classicgaming.com/castlevania/lament/leon4.jpg[/img][/color]

[Corey]

[color=003333][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Glenn Artribidad

[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Eyes:[/b] Cloudy Grey

[b]Hair:[/b] Light brown hair. Shoulder length. Extremey untidy.

[b]Armor:[/b] A steel chainmail. A small 2' diameter round-shield.

[b]Weapons:[/b] A dually-bladed staff and several small throwing daggers.

[b]Powers:[/b] [i]Foresight-[/i] Allows the summoner to see into the immediate future. Drains a small amount of energy for about every five seconds it's used.

[b]Personality:[/b] Usually quiet, but can be boisterous and rather rude when he's having a good time. Keeps his thoughts to himself, but will never fail to give an opinion if it's asked for. Extremely loyal.

[b]Biography:[/b] Glenn's mother was one of the midwifes that had helped deliver Aris. When the light-skinned Drow became the age of about ten, Glenn twenty, He was left in charge of the boy for a few days, his parents on a cross-island journey and his caretakers fallen ill. Glenn cared for the boy as much as a boy of ten would allow caring. They went out into the forests, challeneged Dwarves to mock battles that Aris never seemed incapable of winning. He always sent the Dwarves running away, heartily laughing with good spirit in their low voices.

From those few days on, the two were best friends. They did things together whenever their scheduels allowed for it, Aris beginning his training, and Glenn finishing his.

Now, with Aris being sent on his mission, he readily joined his friend to help protect him.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Stands at about six feet tall with a grey shawl over his chainmail. He has hardened leather gauntlets and grieves donned with long black etchings creating an un-breakable spell of protection around those garments. He keeps his facial hair cut short and his clothing clean.

[b]Kinship to the Chosen One:[/b] Assigned Protector/Best Friend[/size][/color]

[Deedlit]

[color=009966]I'm going to try something here. If you want me to change it, just PM me. ;)

[b]Name:[/b] Lysaii Yventhralas

[b]Age:[/b] 1,089 (appears to be 17 or 18)

[b]Race:[/b] Angel (that's her true form. Otherwise, she disguises herself as a high elf)

[b]Eyes:[/b] gold

[b]Hair:[/b] short gold hair that is layered

[b]Armor:[/b] In her elven form she wears a wristguard on her right arm, and a black leather shoulderguard over her left shoulder

[b]Weapons:[/b] an elven sword and two daggers

[b]Powers:[/b] elemental powers and holy magic

[b]Personality:[/b] quiet, kind, sometimes secretive, but she's sometimes too formal around people she doesn't know.

[b]Biography:[/b] Neshaia knew that trouble was about to start on the peaceful island; she could smell chaos in the wind. So, she summoned Lysaii, her most loyal servant. Neshaia told Lysaii of her worries and suspicions, and also of the Chosen One, Aris. She was to aid him in his quest, but there was one thing Neshaia made imperative: she must NOT tell anyone about her true identity. If anyone was to find out who Lysaii really was, especially Firand, then.....well, Neshaia simply told her not to let that happen. Lysaii accepted her quest and set out for Lethraian.

She now travels under a disguise, the form of a high elf. And now that she arrived, she is now searching for Aris.

[b]Appearance:[/b] This is her angel form.

[center][img]http://invisionfree.com/forums/Elven_Realm_Forum/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=116[/img][/center]

In her elven form, she has long redish-gold wavy hair and pale skin. The only thing in which she resembles her true form in is her bright golden eyes. She also wears a midnight-blue tunic-style dress that stops about four inches above her knees, ankle high black leather boots, and a grey cloak with a hood.

[b]Kinship to the Chosen One:[/b] Assigned protector (although no one knows yet. Think of it as a coincidence or make something up. ;))[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]OOC: KnightofTheRose and Valen, I assume you didn't re-read my sticky thread...

Name: Xvirran Alqweristyrx

Age: 427
Race: Haf dragon, details explained further down.
Eyes: Midnight indigo.
Hair: I'm a reptile for gods' sake...what do you think?

Armor: Natural scales and such.

Weapons: Natural equipment.

Powers: Typical black dragon stuff, acid breath and resistance to magic of various types.

Personality: Doesn't exactly have a human appreciation of things, to say the least. More thoughtful than most mortals, with humour bent towards irony. Introspective and fatalistic. Doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, it turns more to cold, sustained antipathy rather than quickly dispersed, explosive rage. Doesn't show emotions much anyway.

Biography: Born of a mental union between the ancient black Khallamyth and a basically nameless elf, Xvirran doesn't really have a place in any kind of world, peaceful or no, and has longevity enough to make that tedious. Given nothing else to do, he mainly acts as something of a scholar, though he's rather haphazard about it. He doesn't really bother talking about his past, considering it's basically more of the same, and irrelevant to him anyway.

Appearance: About seven feet tall, covered in black scales, and rather bulky. Reptillian in form. Looks basically like a humanoid dragon, with more developed forelimbs, into proportionately length arms, though there is still little dexterity in the digits, remaining claws for gripping. Shoulders are massively developed, and hunched forward slightly. The arms do possess an elbow joint. Legs have become less haunches, and more adapted to walking bipedally, though the pelvis has not fully flattened out, meaning Xvirran leans forward slightly. Dislikes walking in quadraped fashion, though it is possible, and it hurts his spine. Still retains wings, batlike appendages of surprising strength (the stories about dragons falling from the sky with a spear in their wings is ridiculous...It's as hard to pierce wing leather as it is the scales, though wing leather is less rigid), as well as a barbed tail many feet in length.

Xvirran has a draconic head, with two upswept horns of grey, and a dragon's maw, and a forked tongue, giving him a sibilance when speaking common tongue. On the other hand, he has more crushing power per square inch than anything short of a full dragon...

Kinship to the chosen one: Along for the ride. Isn't overly concerned with the coming altercation, but hey, he's never run into anyone from the empire before.[/font][/color]

[Doukeshi]

Name:Kerrick Smithson

Age:29

Race:Human

Eyes: Stormy Grey

Hair:Shoulder length dark brown hair with a few bangs cut in but nothing terribly fancy. It's usually tied back with a simple leather strap.

Armor: He wears a studded steel shoulder guard on his right shoulder and a steel gauntlet on his left arm that reaches up to his elbow (allowing for movement of course). He also wears plated steel shin guards that extend over his boots and end just below his knees.

Weapons: Broad rapier [img]http://www.games-online.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/ex-rapier.jpg[/img]

Powers: Luck, a defined aura of luck that tends to follow him around

Personality:He's charming really, but comes off as kind of distant and sarcastic. He likes to be the voice of reason and trys to keep arguments to an orderly minimum, this might annoy others. He is intelligent and has a cultured tone, he is also tremendously religious, although it's harldy odd for the culture.

Biography: Orignially a blacksmith on the island, he has extensive knowledge of the creation and care of tools and weapons, though the weapons were used only in training and decoration. The trade of blacksmith was passed down from father to son, his own son training under his teutelage to be a fine craftsman. His craft dictated that he know how to use the weapons he makes and therefore he has trained in the use of several types of sword, pole arm, mace and axe, but favours the balance and grip of the broad rapier, his pride and joy. Upon hearing of the plight that had engulfed the island he took up his sword and entrusted the duties as blacksmith to his teenage son. Bidding farewell to his son, wife and baby daughter he now seeks to do his duty for his island nation, to protect his family and his way of life.

Appearance: Wears a worn, leather jacket over a dark grey, hooded tunic under which he wears a simple white vest. His trousers are made from supple leather and a sash hangs about his waist, his rapier hanging from a belt looped through his pants. Fingerless studded gloves adorn his hands, and metal capped boots his feet.

Kinship to the chosen one: Assigned protector, chosen by the islands leaders from many young men for his loyal service to the people and his proven worth. He holds the boy in high regard, and his loyalty his above all else.

[Talon]

[color=teal]Whoo, boy, more than i expected. But it's all ok. Everybody's in. With the POSSIBLE exception of Valen, if he doesn't edit that thing soon.....

Anyhow, Deedlit, VERY clever idea. And good pastel of Kohaku, too, by the way. ^_^

I shall send individual messages to everybody. The RPG starts.....TODAY!!!!!![/color]

[inti]

[size=1]OOC: I PMed Legacy two days ago, and he said it's okay that I'm in.

[color=gray]Name: Anya Evraantiel

Age: 26

Race: Elves

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Light brown, for the rest, see her appearance

Armor: Anja has a leather corsette and armlets, but that's it.

Weapons: A [url=http://nwvault.ign.com/Files/transfer/pictures/PORTRAIT_Ashlander27Raynalg.jpg]Sabre[/url] and a long leather whip.

Powers: She knows how to make trees come to life (turns them into Treants, same as Ents, really), naturally is more agile and swift than others and blends in with nature (cannot be seen at night, unless she wants to be seen)

Personality: Anja is a lone wolf when it comes to elves. She will snap at anyone near her, and is often cynical. Most of the time, the way she sees things turns out to be right, in the end.

Biography: Being a lone wolf, Anja mainly never made any friends, despite anothers' attempts to break through the impenetrable shield to her heart (I know it's corny -.-*).
Anja normally walked the woods at night, preferring the comfort in that no one could see her, to the partying magical life of the elves. No one knows much else about her, as she kept her activities to the night.

Appearance: [url=http://nwvault.ign.com/Files/transfer/pictures/PORTRAIT_Ashlander27Raynalg.jpg]Click Here[/url]

Kinship to the chosen one: Was walking by one day, and overheard something about a chosen one, Lysaii and her friends were talking about it. She investigated and, long story short, eventually found where he was. She doesn't know why she's protecting him, so neither does anyone else.
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OOC: Sorry about the pathetically ended Bio, but everything will unravel in the RPG. You have a basic idea of her.[/size]

[Talon]

[color=teal]Welcome, inti. Now, sign-ups are closed. And Flynn...please try to back up on the large words. I'm in high school, and my classes have gotten my extensive vocabulary rather scrambled.....in other words, school gives me a headache, so I don't need any from articulate moderators.][/color]