Sign Up Sealers of Kartan

[GuyYouMetOnline]

[i][color=purple]"Sir, t[/color][color=purple]he objective can not be secured at the present time."[/color]
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[color=red]"For what reason?"[/color]
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[color=purple]"We need all of them, correct? We were unable to learn the location of the last one."[/color]
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[color=red]"Where can that information be found?"[/color]
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[color=blue]"The one who knows is at the Eastern Stronghold."[/color]
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[color=red]"The Eastern Stronghold? You're sure?"[/color]
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[color=blue]"Completly, Sir."[/color]
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[color=red]"That makes things a bit more difficult. They chose his location well."[/color]
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[color=purple]"For your information, Sir, the one we want is a female."[/color]
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[color=red]"A female. Interesting. I wonder she's a female and not a male like the others? Well, no matter. I want her description. There's a way to get her, I'm sure. There's always a way. It may be hard to find, but there's always a way."[/i][/color]



In case it's not pefectly clear, the colors indicate different people.

All right, down to business. The world of Kartan is in the middle of a war. The nations of Intran and Korlmos have formed an alliance against agressors Droston and Opralo. At the start, Droston and Opralo had the advantage, but Intran and Korlmos managed to halt the advance at Intran's Eastern Stronghold. This prooved to be a turning point. The armies of Droston and Opralo have been pushed out of Intran and Korlmos. They are preparing an offensive while Droston and Opralo regroup their armies and prepare to counter the coming offensive.

Droston and Opralo's leaders know that they are just delaying loss at this point, but they aren't willing to give up. They have targeted the five Sealers. Each Sealer has knowladge of the location of one of the five Chambers, hidden areas of unknown purpose. It is believed that only the Sealers know what is in the Chambers, and they're not telling.

One of the Sealers is a liutenent (sp?) in Droston's army, and willingly revealed the location of his Chamber. One is a farmer loyal to his country, Opralo, and also revealed the information willingly. Two are citizens of Korlmos, and both have been captured. The only one not in the hands of Droston and Opralo is Vaxla of Intran. When she learned of the effort to capture the five ealers, she went to Intran's leaders for protection. They put her in Eastern Stronghold. Drolston and Opralo's leaders know that it won't be easy to get at her, but Intran and Korlmos know that they won't give up easily. Eastern Stronghold is heavily defended, and Vaxla has several soldiers with her always. She's not an easy target, but Droston and Opralo know. And there's always a way to get at someone, no matter how well protercted he or she may be.



All right, this next part takes a bit of explaining. This is a world where the creatures of legend (dragons, faries, etc.) live. Normally, these creatures are independant of humans, but not always. some humans are lucky enough to meet and form a pact with one of these creatures. A pact binds the human to the creature, which when in a pact is called a pact-beast. This binding is complete to the extent that if one dies, the other dies.

Of course, every pact has a price. A human who makes a pact loses something, and I don't meen property or money. The price of a pact varies with the pact-beast. A pact with a weaker creature, such as a fairy, will have a lesser price, such as the permenant loss of one's hair, while a pact with a more powerful creature, such as a dragon, carries a greater price. Loss of sight, maybe, or loss of voice. ometimes the price is known before tha pact is made, but sometimes it's not clear what the price is until after the pact is made.

In addition to having acces to the pact-beast's abilities, a human who has made a pact has the ability to communicate telepathically with his or her pact-beast, as well as with other humans with pacts and their pact-beasts. Also, when the pact is made, any injuries, illnesses, etc., had by the human or the pact-beast are healed, cured, whatever. This doesn't prevent future injury or illness, however.



If any of that seems familliar, that's because the idea came from the Playstation 2 gane [i]Drakengard[/i]. Don't let that fool you, though. This RPG is not based on that game, and has nothing to do with it otherwise. I just thought that the pact thing wuold work wel in an RPG.



As I said above, the pact-price varies with the pact-beast. Here's a sample list of pact-beasts and reasonable pact-prices (you can have a pact-beast not listed here if you want to):


Dragon: voice, sight, hearing

Phoenix: voice, smell

Griffin: smell, taste

Golem: I have no clue what word to use, but a good pact-price for a pact with a golem would be one's abillity to feel, by which I mean you can't feel what you touch, what touches you. Yes, that includes pain from injuries.

Fairy: hair

Spirits: This one takes some explaining. Spirits are creatures of elemental energy, and their abillities are those of their elements (A fire spirit has abilities involving fire, if you for some reason need an example). Spirits come in pairs, which are as follows:

Undine/Salamander (Water/Fire)

Gnome/Jinn (Earth/Wind)

Lumina/Shade (Light/Darkness)

A spirit's physical form is never truly set, meaning that there's a limited form-change ability. However, a spirit can't change the nature of his/her form (For your information, Undine and Lumina are female, and the others are male). By nature, I mean that a spirit's form reflects that spirit's element. Salamander appears to be made of fire, Undine appears to be made of water, etc. The pact-price for a pact with a spirit pair is one's reproductive ability.



You can play a soldier in the armies of Intran and Korlmos, but keep in mind that a soldier will most likely not have a pact. Soldiers will be stationed at Eastern Stronghold. You can be one of Vaxla's guardians if you want to, and they are more likly to have pacts. You can be a mercenary, and they're also ones who would likly have pacts. I'll allow you to sign up as a soldier with Droston and Opralo, but it'll be hard to fit you into the story if you do. Of course, a mercenary can work for either side. If you're a mercenary, I'll be telling you what you're character's assignment needs to be (this is so that I can insure that your character will have a role in the plot).



All right, sign-up time. My character is listed as an example.


Name: Jaht

Age (Remember, these are soldiers, mercenaries, that kind of thing. I'll allow as yound as 18, but try not to go below 21): 23

Gender (In case the name doesn't make it obvious): Male

Appearance (Pictures work, but a description is fine. Remember that this RPG is in a medieval (sp?) time period. Oh, include any weapons your character has here): Short black hair and brown eyes. Very tall, he stands at an imposing 6 feet 5 inches. He's in very good shape, and he looks it. He has a scar on his right arm, just below the elbow, and another just above his left knee. He has two metal poles for weapons, which he keeps strapped to his back.

Pact-Beast (Optional. Not limited to the list above. If your creature isn't a very well-known one (Dragons, phenoixes, fairies, and griffins are all examples of more well-known creatures), you need to include a physical description. Spirits also require physical descriptions, but remember that a spirit appears to be made of its element): Phoenix

Name of Pact-Beast (If you have one): Anzunden

Gender of Pact-Beast (If you have one. Any creature can be of any gender except the spirits, which have specified genders): Female

Abilities of Pact-Beast (If you have one. Abilities must fit the creature. Undine will have water abilities, a golem will have rock/earth abilities, etc. Keep in ming that some creatures have less than others. For example, Golems might have only two or three different abilities, but make up for that small number with their physical strength. Oh, and while creatures like phoenixes and golems will probably have element-based abilities, a spirit will always have stronger elemental abilities. For example, a pheonix will probably have some power over fire, but Salamander's abilities will be stronger. That's because a spirit is limited to abilities of its element, while other creatures don't have that limitation. Also, sometimes a creature is stronger than normal (a fairy may hav abilities of strength that allow it to hold its own agains a griffin, for example), but this is rare. Also, a creature with stronger than usual abilities means a greater pact-price (a pact with a griffin-strenth fairy will cost what a pact with a griffin would). Pact-Price is based on abilities and not on creature): Anzunden has basic but somewhat limited creation and control of fire, incredibly fast healing speed, and is able to heal most injuries of others and cure many illnesses, although if one is too badly wounded or ill, Anzunden is unable to do anything.

Pact-Price (If you have a pact-beast. Remember, the pact-price has to reflect a pact-beast's abilities and not what kind of creature it is): Smell.


You can have a bio and personallity if you want to, but they're not required (having those set limits character-development options).



I think that's everything. Wait, no it's not. More then one person may have the same creature as a pact-beast (there can be two with dragons as pact-beasts, four with golems, five with dragons, whatever), and more than one person may pay the same pact-price. However, I want a variety of pact-beasts, so don't everyone choose dragons or phoenixes. And remember, a creature that is normally weaker (like a fariy) can be stronger than usual (a fairy can be equal in power to a griffin, for example), but the pact-price reflects this (a pact with a griffin-strength fairy has a pact-price of smell or taste instead of the usual fairy pact-price of hair).

There. [i]Now[/i], I think that's everything. PM me if you have any questions.

[Cat]

Hi, OK here is my sign-up


Name: Luna
Age: 20
Gender:Female
Cass: Mercenary
Appearance:
[img]http://www.z-files.org/haze/origin/fnm/ashanti01.jpg[/img]
Pact-Beast:dragon
Name of Pact-Beast:Spike
Gender of Pact-beast: Male
Abilites of Pact-beast:1. Cure all injuries if that person is not badly injured or ill.
2.Spike would be super fast in battle.
3.Spike has some power over darkness.
Pact-Price:Voice
Bio: Luna has been alone all her life. She had no friends untill she made a Pact with a dragon named Spike but at the cast of her Voice. Even though she does not speak this is what makes her a great foe.
Personallity: Keeps to her self and stays calm in any problem.
I hope this is ok.
See you later.

[ArunueShekamari]

[FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=2][COLOR=SeaGreen]Name: Otto Kall
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Vaxla's Guardian
Appearence: [url]http://img7.imagetown.net/52110380.jpg[/url] [thats a hammer hes holding.]
Pact-beast: Golem
Pact-beast name: Bane
Gender of pact-beast: Female
Abilities of pact-beast: She's has great strength, even though she's quite slow. And can act as defense.
Pact-Price: Feeling
Bio/personality: He's sworn to protect Vaxla. He's been asigned as a guardian to her. Before he took on this job, he was a traveling priest[if you havent guessed by the desctiption.] He still is a preist, only part time, and will listen to anyone who has a conffesion. He's very calm, and careing, yet he has a short temper. He's stuborn and once he has an objective, he'll persue it without hesitation. His wepon, a hammer, doubles as a cross.


hehehehe. this might be fun. but why am I suddenly playing guys?!!?!??![/size][/color][/font]

[GuyYouMetOnline]

For both of you, the healing needs to go. Heling powers fit with phoenixes (in the legends, they are reborn after death. In RPGs, I don't do that, but I do healing powers instead). They don't fit with golems, and they don't relly fit with dragons, either, although I've read a book with a dragon that has healing powers.

ArunueShekamari, you need to remove the healing from Bane's abilities. In place, I'd suggest some sort of protective ability, which definitly(sp?) fits with a golem. Cat14, I'd like it changed, but if you don't want to, then I'll allow Spike to keep the healing ability. I just don't want everyone's pact-beast to have healing powers.

[ArunueShekamari]

Yes, ma'am, just cuz im in a bad mood, i'll listen to you. i'll change it in a minute. Thanks for telling us you disaproove. But i [B]will[/B] say this: Damn, yer picky.

[GuyYouMetOnline]

How am I picky? As far as I know, Golems are not known to have healing powers.

Oh, I'm a male. It always surprises me that people think I'm female. My user name is that of a male character from an anime (sp?) show that has, unfortunatly, ended.



I forgot to include my character's class, and I'm glad you two remembered to. Jaht is one of Vaxla's guardians.


Oh, here's some information about Vaxla, just to make sure that nobody makes up anything that goes against what I have planned. Vaxla is just about average in terms of appearance, she tends to wear white robes, and she carries a whip with her. She's good with it, too. She has a pact with an unusually powerful fairy named Klari (note: fairies in this RPG are of the small size (palm of the average adult's hand)).

Klari's abilities are mainly based on the Light and Wind elements, and her powers with those elements come close to those of Lumina and Jinn. She also has limited healing powers (those fit with fairies. Again, I'd like to say that I don't want every pact-beast having healing powers). She can heal most minor wounds and minor illnesses, but only minor ones.

As a Sealer, Valxa's pact-price was her sense of taste, even though Klari is powerful enough to hold her own against phoenixes and even some dragons (Vaxla's role as Sealer is what gives her the most powerful fairy in a couple centuries and a less than usual pact-price. This will be explained in the RPG if you don't understand why already). Oh just to specify, nobody can play as Vaxla.



All right. Tell me if there's anything else I've forgotten, and, as before, PM me with any questions.

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969]Seems interesting. Save me a spot please. I'll write out my Sign-Up later. I am not nearly awake to do this, which is not a good thing and I applaud all of your RPG's, Takuya. Es mucho good-o. Yeah, don't ask.[/size][/color]

[Veritas]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]I hope this is ok Takuya if not let me know and I'll edit it.[/color][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Name:[/b] Tir Caladbolg[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Age:[/b] 24[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Gender:[/b] Male[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Class:[/b] Soldier[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Appearence:[/b] see attachment but has boots on. Weapon is sword seen in pic.[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Pact-beast:[/b]Griffin[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Pact-beast name:[/b] Sleipnir [/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Gender of pact-beast:[/b] Male[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Abilities of pact-beast:[/b] Sleipnir is able to create and controll wind to an average extent. He is very fast and agile in the sky and quite powerful for a griffin.[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Pact-Price:[/b] Voice[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Bio:[/b] Tir grew up in a mountain village in Intran. The villinge was self sufficient relying on hunting for food. Because of this Tir had known how to hunt since he was a small boy. One day when he was 17 he was hunting in the mountains following the trail of what he thought was a mountain lion. As he appraoched the cove where the trackes led he realized how wrong he was. [/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]A black Griffon flew out of the cave tackleing Tir over the edge of a nearby cliff. Although in doing so the griffon had plundged himself deep onto Tir's sword. As they plummited downtowards the ground the griffon managed to take flight though Tir's sword was still lodged deep within his belly. [/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Tir managed to get his body upright before he hit the ground. As he hit the ground he tried rolling to ease the fall but his legs snapped under the pressure causing him to fall hard on his left side. He couldn't feel his legs but he knew the were broken badly, his left arm was broken badly too but his right arm seemed to be fine. As he finished examining the damages of the fall he say the griffin standing over him "Will you make a pact with me?" asked a rough voice. "A what?" Tir asked somehow knowing he was talking to the griffin. "It will save your life and mine, it will intertwine our lives forever connecting them... if I die you die , If you die I die.... though it will come at a price to you, so will you?" the voice said. "I will" Tir agree wanting a way to save his life. "Remove your sword then touch me" the voice instructed as the griffon lifted up a leg reveiling the sword. Tir did as he was told reaching up andslowly removing the sword causeing the creature to roar in pain. The he slowly reached up andtouched the griffonss paw. A feeling of warmth surged through him revitalizing him. As he got up and realized he was fully healed as if the fall never happened. [/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]"So what now" Tir tried asking but no sound came out of hi mouth. "The price you paid was your voice though you can communicate to me, other people with pact beast as well as their pact beasts with your mind" the griffon[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]explained. "I see, the price of life is high..... since we are bound together do you have a name? Mine is Tir Caladbolg" Tir asked. "Sleipnir" the griffon replied. [/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Shortly after this Tir left his village and joined Intrans army quickly becoming one of thier best fighters. Because of this he was positioned at the keep protecting Vaxla.[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=#8b0000][b]Personality:[/b] Tir is quiet, he was before he lost his voice that is. He likes being around people though he equally enjoys being alone. His body actions are easy to read and most people can get and idea of what he thinking from how he acts. He is rather pessimistic and has slight struggles with depression.[/color][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][color=#8b0000]I guess I got alittle carried away :sweat:[/color][/font]

[Kieko]

[i][color=navy]Ok, tell me if I need to change anything.
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Name: Kimii (key-me)

Age: 22

Gender: Female (I can change if you want me to.)

Class: Vaxla Guardian (I can also change this if you want me to.)

Appearance: [see attatchment]

Pact-Beast: Spirit (light/dark)

Name of Pact-Beast: Lumina/Shade

Gender of Pact-Beast: Female/Male

Abilities of Pact-Beast:
1)Lumina can blend with light and Shade can blend with darkness.
2)Shade can cause the lights to go out in a certain area, but only for as long as it takes someone to turn them back on. Lumina can light up dark areas.
3)They can create an energy shield (it can be breached) for a few minutes, but only once every hour because it takes so much energy.
4)They can heal wounds if it is not too bad (like a hole in someone's stomach or a severed limb. They can do nothing for disease), but they can't heal their own.

Pact-Price: Reproductive ability

Bio: An eight-year-old girl, too small for her age, ran as fast as her little legs could carry her through the fields. Corn leaves brushed against her exposed ankles and caught her long, raven-black hair. Some even tickled her nose or scraped her cheeks as she ran through them. The earth felt soft and cool beneath her bare feet and mud squished between her toes with every step she took. She finally reached the edge of the field and ran out of it to be greeted by the gentle breeze in her hair and nightdress. She ran to the side of the dirt path and listened. She could hear them. She could hear the thumping of their rubber boots, most two sizes too small or too big, she could hear the sloshing of horse’s hooves in the fresh mud, and soon she could feel them, too. She reached out her hand so that she could feel each soldier and their outfit as they walked by. Most of them had a different outfit than the next, but they felt so professional and determined that it didn’t really matter what they wore, Kimii thought they seemed like a real army all the same. Kimii felt them pass with awe. Her eyes were wide and shimmering with hope and her mouth was agape with amazement. One soldier reached down and lifted her chin until her mouth was closed, straightened up and winked at her before walking on. All her life Kimii had wanted to be a soldier. She ran up and marched next to him for a while.

“What are you doing?” He asked after a little while.
“Marching.” Kimii replied proudly. She’d never marched along side an army before.
“I see.” He said thoughtfully. “Are you going to come with us to the Eastern Stronghold?”
“Can I?” Kimii asked with a bubble of hope swelling inside of her.
The soldier laughed. “No, sorry. You have to be a bit older.”
The bubble popped and disappointment washed over her.
“Don’t feel bad. When you grow up, I’ll be positioned at the stronghold for some time. If you promise to meet me there, I’ll promise to wait for you there.” The soldier offered. Kimii glowed. All she could do was nod.
“Good. Here.” He handed Kimii a pocketknife. She groped around for the item for a little bit before the man realized she was blind and pressed it into her hand. “It’s a family heirloom, but I’ll give it to you. Keep it and give it to someone you truly care about. Well… I guess this is good-bye.” The soldier said as Kimii stopped marching and stood in one spot. “Wait! I forgot! My name is Noah, what’s yours?” He shouted across the army. No one seemed to notice.
“Kimii!” Kimii shouted back and wished she could see his face. She gave him a final wave. She didn't know that the surrounding ranks had already blocked him from view.

Once the army had passed and Kimii was alone again, she began to venture into the forest. She didn’t feel like going home just yet, so she decided to walk for a while. She marked each tree she passed with a “K” (so she could find her way back) using the knife Noah had given her.[/I]

Some day, I’ll be as great a soldier as Noah. And I’ll meet him at that stronghold and we can fight side-by-side in battle. [I]Kimii grinned at the thought as she ventured further and further into the forest.

The trees were getting thick now. So thick that some of them were almost impossible to squeeze through. Soon she heard a noise. It sounded like the falling of water over stones. Kimii raced over to the bushes where it was coming from. She pulled back the bushes and got on her hands and knees to feel around. She came across a wounded maiden and man. The maiden's cheeks were cut, both of their stomachs gashed open through their soft clothes, and tinier cuts all along their body. Kimii had been taught how to care for wounds, so she got right to work. She pocketed the knife and undressed the maiden and man to their undergarments to find out more about the wounds (how many there were, how deep they were, etc.). She felt around and discovered the small stream by the maiden and used the water to clean their wounds then she began to dress them. Kimii tore the sleeve of her nightdress off and wrapped it tightly around their abdomens where the gashes were. She tore the other sleeve of her nightdress and wrapped their arms tightly with it, as they had cuts up and down her arms. Kimii could do nothing for the maiden's cheeks, but she also tore about five or six inches off the bottom of her nightdress and wrapped their with it. She re-dressed the two and made a fire to warm them.

The two woke up after about three hours and found they had been shifted to a more comfortable position and a steaming spit venison roasting on a fire. they also noticed that they were bandaged. They looked around for her rescuer and spotted a sleeping eight-year-old girl, too small for her age, leaned up against a giant oak tree. Her dress was ripped and covered in blood, so it was only to be assumed that she was the one who prepared the venison and saved the maiden. The maiden put a hand on the girl’s cheek and she immediately awoke, a bit startled.

“Don’t be afraid.” They talked in unison.
“I’m not afraid, just surprised. How do you feel?” Kimii asked.
“Fine. We're fine.”
“That’s good. I made you some venison.”
They ignored her comment. “Do you know what we are?”
“A couple?” Kimii asked.
They chuckled. “No. We are spirits." Lumina said the next line on her own. "My name is Lumina.” Shade said the next line on his own as well. "My name is Shade."
“Those are pretty names. Mine’s Kimii. I’ve heard stories about spirits. I’ve heard all about their powers and how they control elements and all kinds of great things!” Kimii said, her eyes shimmering with excitement. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“We can say the same. And, for your help, we would like to offer the best thing we can offer you: a pact. Now, do you know what a pact is?” Lumina asked and Kimii nodded eagerly. “You also know that in a pact you must give up something.” Another nod. “Are you willing to give up your ability to have children?” Another eager nod.
“To have a pact with you, I’d be honored to give up my ability to have children.”
“Very well. Take our hands.” Lumina said and she and Shade each extended one of their hands. Kimii took them.

Lumina and Shade immediately healed and removed the bandages. The bottom part of Kimii’s abdomen seared with burning pain as her ability to have children was lost. When everything was done, Kimii straightened up. She couldn’t see where she was going, so she used her other senses and made it back to her house. She spent later years improving her other senses to help her move about and now she can move like any other person. She enlisted in the army when she was sixteen and moved through ranks rapidly, as she had the powers of a spirit. She is now guardian of Vaxla, the last un-captured sealer.


Personality: Open-minded and willing to be friends with anybody who wants to be friends with her. She's very friendly and cheerful, but it's as if she's a whole different person when she's working. She becomes withdrawn and only does what she's told to do. She also becomes alert and is very serious. She keeps all her attention on her work when she's working. She also keeps her cool in tough situations and has to depend on her other senses to survive (since she's blind).

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Again, tell me if I need to change anything!

By the way, Takuya, I changed my post to what you said! Just pointing that out in case you missed it ^_^.[/color][/i]

[GuyYouMetOnline]

Kieko, you need to make a couple changes. First of all, I was not planning on including elves in this RP. If I was, however, they'd fall under the same category as humans, meaning that things that are true for humans would be true for them. That includes the pact rules, meaning that a pact between human and elf wouldn't be possible. Also, only one thing is given up in a pact. There is only one price paid in a pact, never two. Change those things, and I think you're in.

Shadowofdeath13, you're in, too.

[Venge]

Name: Leo Wyatt

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6' 3'', short black hair, an inch above the shoulders. He has lightning blue eyes. He usually wears a sleeveless cloth shirt, and a pair of jeans. His weapon is a long sword he straps to his back and a 6 foot daggar at his side. He also wears a pair of leather boots and leather gauntlets.

Pact-Beast: Blue Dragon (Lighting Dragon if allowed)

Name of Pact-Beast: Ketoro

Gender of Pact-Beast: Male

Abilities of Pact-Beast: Lighting related blasts, ability to absorb lightning related attacks. Flying also.

Pact-Price: Sight

[ColourDeaf]

How about this?

Name: Sueldan Morandes

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Class: Mercanary

Appearance/Bio:


The noble yawned as his carriage rolled on past the a local manor, lulled into lethargy by the gentle rocking of the cab and the soft pattering of rain on it's roof. He turned to his Servant, who was sitting quietly opposite him.
"When are we going to get there?"
"We should arrive there before tomorrow sunset, sir." the servant, a pretty young woman with blonde hair replied, bowing her head at the word "sir."
The noble sighed and looked out of the window, propping himself on his elbow. A traveler was walking down the street, not so uncommon, but there was something strange about him...
He wore the cloak of one of the local militia, but it hung loose - overly loose, rather - on him, and was clearly meant to be someone else's. He did not stagger like any other Militia-man would do, coming home at this time of night he was more likely to be drunk than anything else, but rather carried himself with a certain grace and dignity, although he still huddle slightly to stave off the wind and cold from the rain, which was understandable.
As the coach drew nearer, the man became more intriguing, and the noble struggle to make out details of him. His cloak was that of a militiaman, but underneath he wore incredibly simple, bordering of crude clothes. His shirt was a grey-black tunic of coarse wool, and his trousers were brown and frayed at the bottom, his feet wore heavy boots of black leather, though they were caked with mud. The unmistakable shape of a scabbard hung from his hip, the leaf shape synonymous with Gladiatorial combat.
At last the carriage drew next to the man and the noble could see his face. It was young, though fully into his manhood, and heavily scarred on his right hand cheek. His jaw was thick set and held firm. His nose was thin and angular, and his cheekbones jutted out only even so slightly.
His eyes...
His eyes were as crystals, translucent like a rainbow caught in a teardrop, flashes of colours ever shifting like oil on water, cold and emotionless. Emotionless...all but the slightest edge of fear. Not the sort of fear of a man walking to his death, but of a child, lost and alone without a parent's guiding hand. The eyes turned on the noble and seemed to tear a scar into his soul. They were not disturbing because of the colour, the lack of emotion or anything like that, but they were clear...by God they were clear. The man was completely lacking in deception, he had never lied in his life, or so it seemed. His entire life seemed to be set out in front of him, clear and without guilt. Around his neck was a fine gold chain of Estillian design, all loops and twirls, holding a tiny silver lock just below his throat.
The man was a slave.
The Noble's wagon rolled past the traveler, and the noble turned away from the window, his eyes only slightly wide, his face the barest touch paler.
"Is something wrong, my lord?" the servant asked, her voice seeming far away.
"No...No it's fine." he sighed
He could still feel the man's eyes boring a hole into his back.

******

The traveler still looked at the carriage as it rolled on past him, walking backwards a few paces before turning once more to the road in front of him. They all reacted the same, every one of them. They all stared at him, as if gawping at a corpse, disgusted yet unable to tear their eyes away from the sight.
The traveler, Sueldan, drew the thin cloak around his shoulders tighter, shivering with the damp and cold of the night. His back felt as if it was on fire, it always did in the cold. The scars felt as if they had been made today. He could still feel the scourge tearing across his back, the whip lifting into the air before it-
He shook his head as if to dislodge the memories. He plodded on down the road like a tired mule, willing himself to make each step and hold the monotonous pattern, left, right, left, right. He had no food, no water and no money, hunger gnawed at his stomach but his throat was not parched, his thirst slacked by mouthfuls of rain water. Hungry and tired, he carried on down the road, his mind wandering to escape the drudgery and cold of the night.

******
The sounds of the crowds and the smell of blood thundered through his senses. The boy watched as the two fighters slashed and parried and circled, looking at each other for the faintest glimmer of an opening, the slightest edge that could win them the fight. The boy was captivated as he watched the two men twist and dodge their opponent's blows, the way they risked their lives just to gain another second of life, oh, the blessed irony! The two fighters dealt blows that would have left a normal man dead, only to have their sword blocked by a shield lifted at the last second.
They were like wrathful gods, the only gods the boy knew or could ever believe in.
"Ysp!" a voice shouted from behind him, the thick accent drawing the word out to sound like "Eersp". That name, how he hated it! It was an insult, plain and simple, it was almost literally translated as "living miscarriage, freak of nature." The insult was one you only gave to your worst enemy, or the most heinous of traitors.
It was the only name the boy had. His eyes made him a freak of nature, something that should never have existed. They made him Ysp.
The boy quelled his anger and turned to the caller, a stocky man with a missing arm and a scar that covered half his face. His name was Nish, and he was the fighting pit's Quartermaster, the man in charge of the fighters and the fights. He was obsessed with his work, working the combatants to the bone in training, punishing them severely for the most petty of misdemeanors, but pampering them lavishly at a job well done, especially when it increased his own standing. The boy stared at the man for a few moments, his breath caught in his throat. Nish only saw any of the slaves for one reason.
"We need fodder for the pits, boy."
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The boy, no more than 14, stood in the middle of the fighting pit, other slaves, many of them older than him, huddling together for meager protection. One of them, a man that had been serving the fighting pit dutifully for his entire life, had burst into tears, and had curled up into a ball on the sand, his sword forgotten. The boy's hand gripped around his own sylca, a leaf bladed stabbing sword that felt as if it weighed a ton in his hands, until his knuckles turned white and threatened to break.
The crowd cheered, the doors open and the Gladiators, number 5 in total against the 15 slaves, marched in. Their swords, finely crafted rather than the rejects the slaves were given, glinted in the sunlight. The pit champion, a mountain of a man name Kahjar the Fearless, marched in front of them, his huge physique and air of menace making him seem like a God calling his wrath upon them.
It was a massacre.
Many of the slaves didn?t know how to use a weapon, most of them never having held a sword in their life except for cleaning them. The ones who did know how to use their weapons were cut down first, as a matter of principal. Before their bodies even hit the floor the Gladiators were upon the helpless slaves. The crowds screamed in delight, there was nothing like a good bloodletting to get their spirits up.
Kahjar the Fearless, the God-made-man of the fighting pit, loomed over the boy, having knocked him over with a casual backhand. His sword was raised to the sky, the boy holding up his sword horizontally in a futile effort to ward off the attack. Kahjar looked down on him, a smirk slapped across his face -
And saw his eyes.
For the first time in his life, Kahjar the Fearless hesitated.
The boy reacted on pure instinct, his sword seeming to be held by someone else. Before he had even registered what had happened, the Point of his Sylca was embedded the Gladiator's chest, the blade torn through his heart.
The boy was numb as the crowd screamed, some in delight, some in rage, some just in shock, and the guards rushed in, dragging him off...
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The lash came down in a streaking arc, already crimson with the boy's blood. Ysp was screaming in agony that bordered on agony, but would not slip into merciful unconsciousness.
"You BASTARD, you WHORESON, you YSP. Kahjar was the best man I had! He could have made me the richest man this side of Cathay! YOU betrayed me, YSP!"
It seemed for hours the lash came down upon his back, the insults were shouted into his ears, but when it finished, the last words that came from Nish's mouth terrified him the most..
"You are going to pay for him."
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Two and a Half Years Later
Ysp sat hunched on the pallet that served as his bed, his back throbbing dully. It was going to rain, he could feel it. his back always got worse before it rained. The skin covering his spine no longer seemed human, but the scales of some monstrous lizard from the far South, the lash scars deep and thick, crisscrossing each other until they terminated at his lower back. The boy was now a young man, his body hard and toned from the constant practicing, the fights leaving a myriad of scars across his entire body.
He was a Gladiator.
Moreover, he was the Pit Champion, the nameless fighter that never lost.
He rubbed his hands, now manacled and tethered by a chain that led to a loop in the wall. Nish said that someone important was visiting, and it was a precaution. The door knocked, and he heard voices outside, one unmistakably Nish.
"Yes, yes, he's just through here, my Lord."
"Are you sure he's your best fighter, he looked a bit young on the sands."
"Ah, his youthful vigor makes him the most eligible candidate for this job, sir!"
The door creaked open, and Nish scuttled in, followed by a man who was undeniably an Aristocrat. The Aristo looked over the young man a moment, and turned back to the door, gesturing for someone to come in. A girl walked in, most probably the same age as Ysp, but maybe a year younger. She was beautiful, not pretty that the free Gladiators, the ones who fought for themselves, not for the pit, often bedded, taking them from the local taverns and brothels, but actually beautiful. Her skin was as white as porcelain, clear and unblemished by even the slightest mark. A dress of pale green hugged her figure nicely, loose enough to be free flowing and light, but tight enough to exaggerate the swing of her hips as she walked. Her eyes were a steely grey, and her face had sharp, elfin features, steel disguising velvet. Ysp's mouth went dry and he struggled not to stare. The man walked over to Ysp and put his hand under the boy's chin, lifting it and turning it left and right, examining his face.
"What's the matter with his eyes?"
"Oh, nothing, sir! Merely a little birth defect."
Ysp was shocked, distracted by the girl, he had never noticed how the man had stared unflinchingly into his eyes.
"How long has he been fighting?"
"Two and bit years."
"That little?"
"He has already proved himself to be the Pit Champion."
"Rather..." the man said distractedly, studying the boy like a corpse at a butchers. "Alright, I'll take him.
"Father, I really don't see the need for this." the girl said, her voice was sweet to Ysp's ears, if somewhat pert.
"IT is a precaution, my dear. There are so many dangers in this world for a young girl like you it is necessary - nay, imperative - that you have a bodyguard."
Bodyguard?
"What about one of the guards at the house? They have always been loyal, and I know Nath has been looking for a job like this."
"I would rather prefer if he was someone with actual combat skill, and drunken brawls don't qualify." through the entire debate, the man hadn't turned to look at his daughter once. She sniffed disdainfully and folded his arms over her chest.
"Do you at least know his name?" she asked, and the old man looked at Nish.
"He was never named. It is a formality that is not normally given to pit slaves. I thought the title Pit Champion was enough!" Nish said, chuckling nervously.
"Quite...he shall be called...Monach" she said, using the old Estalian word for "Servant"
Nish turned to the man, eager to get the deal sorted
"Alright, sir, if you will just follow me we can finalize the payments for lovely Tiaan's new servant..."
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Ysp had been at Tiaan's house for a couple of months now, and he had settled in as well as possibly could. Few of the people there spent any amount of prolonged time with him, due to his eyes, save Tiaan and her father, and even Tiaan spent as little time as possible with him, normally retreating to her bed chambers, the one place Ysp couldn't follow her (he still thought of himself as Ysp, it had been his name for years, and old habits were hard to break). She was cold and aloof to him, despising the idea of a stranger being in charge of her wellbeing. He didn?t blame her, but he preformed his duty nonetheless, standing outside her door until one of the night watch came to relieve him, following her around when she ventured into the town, wary of any sort of disturbance.
And so it went, for three months.
Soon after that Tiaan began to settle into the idea of a bodyguard more, and Ysp saw a new side to her, one she normally hid from all but friends and family. She was a passionate girl, with a interest bordering on obsession with the Gypsies, that exiled race of beautiful, murderous people (or so he had been told). She grew closer to Ysp, a rock of loyalty, and often seemed to watch over him more than he did over her. She had had his bed moved into the room adjacent hers, a small cloakroom that was not so different than his other room in the Servant's quarters, they were both cell-like, but at least this one had a window. After a year since he moved into the house, she bestowed upon him the name Sueldan, an ancient Gypsy term meaning "favorite pet," although she never told him, with mock pomp and ceremony. The newly renamed Sueldan had smiled at this, taking pleasure in the knowledge that she was maybe a bit more than his mistress, that maybe Tiaan was his friend.
He was still, however, in lover with her.
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Sueldan rubbed absentmindedly at the gold necklace around his throat, a sign of slavery, but more importantly of Tiaan's affection. The room was dark, the moon clouded over that night and no lantern to light it. The door creaked open and he turned to it, expecting one of the night watch to stand there, telling him about his new watch rota, but it was still closed. The one that was open was the one that connected his and Tiaan's room, which had been installed six months prior. Her face was covered in tears and she trembled slightly with silent sobs. Silently she walked over to Sueldan, who was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall, and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest, which was bare, though he still had his trousers and shoes on. He started, not sure what to do, but then lay his arms around her shoulders, hugging her gently.
"W-...what's wrong." he asked, hesitantly
"I feel so trapped here." she mumbled into his chest, pressing her body a little more into his.
"But, you're a free woman, Tiaan."
"It never feels like it. Everywhere I go it's like there's a collar around my neck tethering me to the house, this aristocracy. I could never leave to do what I want to do. I could never be truly free."
"Tiaan, you..."
"What would you know about freedom?! You?re just a-" she spat out the words, but choked off the last one, looking up at him apologetically.
"A slave." he finished for her, wanting to pull away and just go. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, like he had just found Tiaan's true feelings for him for the first time.
"Sueldan, I-I'm sorry."
"Why?" he whispered, "It's not like I'm anything else. I just thought that..."
"But I don't..."
"Don't what?"
"I don't see you as just a slave." she said, the apology rushed and slightly flustered "I don't see you as a slave at all! You're possibly the best friend I have!"
"Mistress, you don't have to"
"Don't call me mistress! It makes me..." she trailed off
"What?"
"Feel like an old, perverted woman." she said meekly.
They both let out a half-hearted chuckle, then lapsed into silence, their arms still around each other.
Tiaan hadn't seen Sueldan without his shirt on, he normally had a tunic on even in the hottest of weather, and was shocked at the sheer number of scars that adorned his body. He hands felt a strange texture around his spine.
"What's wrong with your back?"
"It's nothing, Tiaan..." he started, but she would not listen
"Lie down." she commanded, going back to her room and bring a small portable lantern that lit up the whole room. he was lying on his stomach as she examined his back, gasping at the scars.
"Who did this?"
"Nish."
"Who?"
"The man you bought me from. He was a severe quartermaster to me."
"I see...does it hurt?"
"Only when it's wet, or about to rain." He lied; there was always a dull throb. Before he had finished the sentence, he felt cool hand touch his back just below his shoulder blades, wonderfully gentle.
Tiaan worked on massaging the ruined skin, the damaged muscle, until it felt loose and malleable. The throbbing was gone, but he knew it would return in a while, he turned over and looked at her, seeing her as he had seen her when they first met, unblemished, pure, beautiful. She looked into his eyes unflinchingly, just staring at them, and leaned down, pressing her lips into his. She kissed him passionately, and he returned it with all the strength of his soul. They drew back, and looked at each other.
It could never be.
Never be.
They wept.
"My Sueldan..."
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A month had gone by since then, and they had hardly said a word to each other, with Sueldan pending most of his time simply doing his duty loyally. They were in town now on one of Tiaan's shopping excursions, when she pulled into a back alley and leant close to him, whispering in his ear.
"You have to go."
A group of young girls giggled behind them, seeing them as two lovers muzzling.
"What?"
"We can't be together anymore."
"Why not?"
"I'm arranged to be married."
His eyes widen ever so slightly and he grew a tiny shade paler.
"It's a social marriage to help my family."
"But why?"
"My betrothed is rich, he can get me the best protection there is."
She pulled a small bag out of his winter coat.
"What will happen to me?"
"My father's going to sell you back to the Pits. I won't let that happen." She pressed the bag into his chest
"Inside here there's a militia cloak and some money. It should last you a short month. Let no one know you're an escaped slave" he went to say something, but she pressed a finger against his lips.
"Goodbye, my Sueldan."
She swept away from him, around the corner.
He leant back against the wall, sliding down it until he was in a sitting position. He pulled the bag closer to him, resting his forehead against it. His life was in tatters and he had lost the woman he loved. He had no idea about the world and he was alone. He wanted to die.

Bored...

[GuyYouMetOnline]

Kieko, the spirits come in pairs. I'll allow you to have just Lumina, but I'd prefer it if you had both Lumina and Shade, because they're a spirit pair, and spirits normally come in pairs. Marcus_Beauford, your sign-up is fine. Colourdeaf, yours is, too.

I'll probably start this tomorrow night, but maybe tonight if I get bored enough.

[Sakura]

[B]OOC:[/B] I hope I'm not too late, didn't have time to post it yesterday.
I may edit the powers of my spirits later.

[COLOR=Navy][B]Name:[/B] Rayna

[B]Age:[/B] 22

[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Appearance:[/B] Rayna has long chocolate brown hair that ends at the middle of her back and vibrant emerald eyes. She wears navy blue pants with a tight white top and a waterproof jacket over the top. She carries [URL=http://www.concentric.net/~stircraz/XL-723.jpg]Twin Blades[/URL] that can be put together like in the picture to make a staff, which is how she usually carries them.

[B]Pact-Beast:[/B] Spirit (Water/Fire)

[B]Name of Pact-Beast:[/B] Undine/Salamander

[B]Gender of Pact-Beast:[/B] Female/Male

[B]Abilities of Pact-Beast:[/B] Undine has control over waters. She can control Water in any form, eg. Rain, ice, liquid etc. In bodies of water, eg. Lakes, rivers, ponds, puddles etc and has the power to let Rayna breath underwater for long periods of time and not be affected by cold temperatures. But Undine can create water from nothing and use it against enemies by hurling it at them. Undine can also let Rayna walk on water, but not for too long.

Salamander has control over fire. He can create fire anywhere and he can help Rayna so she can walk through fire and not be affected by hot temperatures. Because of Salamander, Rayna can walk through any type of fire, like magma, volcanoes, etc. Salamander is mainly an offensive spirit but his defense is that he can create a shield of fire.

[B]Pact-Price:[/B] Reproductive Ability[/COLOR]

[GuyYouMetOnline]

Kieko, Lumina has light-based abilities, and Shade's are darkness-based. Please edit. Ohkami, you're in.

I've decided to start this tonight, so give me between half an hour and an hour from the time of this post, and it'll be up.

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Drusille "Emerald" Tealos IV - All those who are not Sealers or High ranked call her Emerald.

[B]Age:[/B] 20

[B]Gender:[/B] Female...as if they didn't know.

[B]Rank:[/B] Mercernary

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg34/cammy.jpg]Emerald[/URL] - wears dark green, assassin pants, has an emerald heirloom emblem on her necklace.

[B]Pact-Beast:[/B] Spirit (Earth/ Wind)

[B]Name of Pact-Beast:[/B] Gnome/ Jinn

[B]Gender of Pact-Beast:[/B] Males

[B]Abilities of Pact-Beast:[/B]
Gnome appears to be a large gargoyle. He may be slow and able to smash his enemies to pieces, but he can create earthquakes enough to damage them as well. Gnome is able to camoflauge himself, Emerald, Jinn, and those who are friends from enemies, create small natural disasters associated with the Earth, and control everything, other than creatures, that is associated with the Earth Element. When angered, Gnome's power increases and dangerous actions are constructed, as well as reckless. He is the strong, brutal, tough spirit of the pair. Gnome is unpredictable and his powers exceed greater than what is said.

Jinn, the Spirit of Wind, is a swift and agile spirit who is gentle, kind, and passive. He takes on the appearance of a small bird that that is whispy and cloud-like. He is able to create transporting clouds, create natural disasters associated with the element of wind, and heal the wounds on Emerald. When Jinn is angered, he can take on the form of any creature associated with the Wind element and use their powers to his advantage. He is also able to give ear-piercing shrieks that penetrate any shield or barrier. Like, Gnome, Jinn is unpredictable and his powers exceed than what is said.

(For appearances of the Spirits, please see the attached images below)

[B]Pact-Price:[/B] Reproductive Ability....[/size][/color]

[GuyYouMetOnline]

That's good, Arika. You're in

Sign-ups will remain open, so feel free to sign up if you want to.