Sign Up Reality of Dreams [M-LSV]

[demonchild781]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][FONT=Arial]"You called for me, my Lord?" Ashrel bowed at the waist as she swept her cloak behind her with a single arm.

"I want the six that I've choosen in my chamber by dusk." The King bellowed at her from his throne.

He sat straight and posed so beautifully in his large wooden chair, a devilish smile creased across his lips. He was the perfection of handsome, with a gorgious face and stunning body. It was more than any woman could handle, but oh how ugly he truly was. He was a fierce warrior and a King that ruled with an iron fist. No one dared to threaten him, but all hated him.

"Yes, my Lord." Ashrel smiled as she twirled around on heels, never looking at the king, and left the throne room.

Upon entering the extremely elebrately done corridor, Ashrel bellowed for the guards to follow her. They walked through the castle and into the busy courtyard. Bellowing yet more orders, Ashrel smiled and placed her hands on her hips as the men dashed off to do as she had commanded. When the guards returned each had a girl or two within his grasp. Each of them some where in their teens and all beautiful in their own respect.

"Bring them to our Lord's chamber admittely!" she shouted. The men lowered their heads and shoved the girls towards the castle entrance.

Some protested screaming, crying and carrying on but it was all pointless. They were all going to the King whether they liked it or not. Each serving him in whatever manner he requiered of them. Whether as some one to bath him, pleasure him, fetch food or water, or something just to look at. They would would stay at his bed side until they too entered the rest of the harem. The women that served him more indirectly then his close personally slaves. He didn't always like the younger girls. He preferred them to be around his age, maybe a few years younger. (He being about 21)

Every few years, the King would call upon new girls to serve in his harem. They were a tool to keep their fathers loyal and he a way to found a wife. Though he had not found one such woman yet. He wanted some one strong, not weak and defensiveless for a wife and mother to his heir. He wanted powerful offspring, nothing weak.

Alright kiddies, what we got here is a new rpg from yours truly. Though I've only had one of my ideas get past Adventure Inn and only lasting for a short time, I plan to stick with this one and make it work, darn it all! Ok this is what I have for ya.

First off, be fair to every one and I don't want any holyer-than-thou characters out there. I will be playing the part of Damion, the King. The setting is medeveilish. The basic idea here is here's a kingdom ruled by a heartless bastard (yes, a fatherless son). Love, rebellion and death is all apart of this rpg. This is what I need from you, the players:

Ashrel--lovely lady that is Damion's first in command of his armies. She is horribly in love with her king, but has never admitted to it. (pending)

Leader of the Rebellion--can be male or female, doesn't matter. But whomever I pick for this part needs to stay with the rpg and not crap out on me. (Lil Kitsune Boy)

Slave girl-- this is the best friend to Damion's love. Very strong willed and helping set up the rebellion. (Dragons_Bait15)

I also need various other people like assassins, guards, workers, peasants and maybe an outside king/queen. Well hopefully this goes some where. Please PM me if you want the part of Ashrel, leader, love or slave girl. The rest of ya sign ups are as follows:

Sign Ups:

Name:
Age: (no limitations but try not to make them too young)
Height:
Weight:
Gender:
General appearance: (picture or describtion but please make it detailed if you write it out)
Occupation: (also include if you are loyal or a rebel)
Bio: (you can have this short or as long as you wish. But please allow me to know what kind of character you have. If you pick Ashrel tell me how or why you fell in love with Damion--how you met him. If you're the leader, tell me why you want the rebellion and what you plan to do if you succeed. Ect ect.)

Here's Damion:

Name: Damion Rossfer
Age: 21
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Gender: male

General appearance: A tall dark man with a muscular build. His hair draps around his shoulders and his eyes full of dark hatred for life. His face is stunning and a body that no one can match. If not for his bitterness and evil interior, Damion would be one of the greatest prizes for a woman. Usually dressed in his king garb with shoulder armer and dark blue cape, Damion commands respect.

Occupation: King of Arawn

Bio: Born on a lonely road to a slave woman, Damion grew up in a small town with out a father and constant harassment. His mother worked in the small village tavern, supply her son with education from the men she served. As Damion grew into his teens, he found that he had taken an interest in the dealings of ruling a kingdom. He would spend hours studying war stragedies, proper etiquete, and customs.

On his sixteenth birthday, Damion rallied his allies, mostly kids that he had grown bigger than, and they over threw the current king. The blood bath lasted for weeks as Damion freed himself of all those that had torched him as a young child. Even taking great satisfaction in killing his own mother.

Until Damion was nineteen, he spent his days conquering land and creating bloodshed until he had formed a large kingdom loyal, mainly out of fear, to him. He would let nothings stand in his way.[/FONT] [/COLOR]

[Kairi]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]OCC: I take you will decide who comes to fill the roles above?

Name: Jacob Reise

Age: 25

Height: 6'0''

Weight: 189

Gender: Male

Occupation: Farmer/Rebel

General appearance: Jacob has long brown hair with dazzeling blue eyes; depth that seems to never end. He looks older for his age, with scars scattered around his body, hair (not thick) on his legs and and forearms with a clean cut face. His cloths are that of a simple peasant, a white and dirty tunic with an open chest, with baggy brown pants with animal skin (wolf) wrapped around his feat and shoulders as a jacket. His body is muscular but toned due to his years of work on the farm. Surprisingly...despite his body showing strain, his hands never loose their softness.

Bio:
Jacob lived in the town with his parents when the kingdom was invaded. At the age of 20...he and his father fought against the invaders, devoting himself to the rightful king. But they were defeated, as Damion killed his father, and Jacob was punished for his crimes against Damions forces; but Jacob never gave in. No matter what Damion tortured him with, he never broke, nor bowed down. Ultimately, he was allowed to live because of his respect for Jacobs as a farmer, his tremendous skill and power with a broadsword and bow, as well as his perseverance and strength.

Later on in his life, Jacob took a peasant girl for his bride...and she bore a child the year after. He was at peace, working the farm land...loving and tending to his family. Then, one night...Damion's soldier barged into the house, stripping away everything that he owned. His dear wife Maria and daughter Raine were taken from him...he knew what would become of them, so he fought against the attackers with his fathers large broadsword, which was at least 6 feet long. All 12 soldiers ganged up on him and beat him within an inch of his life.

Lying on the floor, bloody and bursed, hearing the screams of his wife and child...one of the soldiers lifted Jacob onto his feet and read a note from the King himself. ''My dear Jacob, now I will take full payment for letting you live. Your daughter will become a slave...and your wife will become mine.''

A year later...Jacob learned that his wife had been killed, and of his daughter was unknown to him. He became a very quiet man...and continued to live out his life in grief and sorrow. Till one day, for the opportune moment to take back his honor...his life. To this day, Jacob remains a strong and firm individual, loyal to his country, more loving and wise as ever. But upon his face...you can see the scars within because of his wifes murder. [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[lil kitsune boy]

Name: Asher Ravenblood
Age: 19
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 153 lbs.
Gender: Male
General appearance: Black hair, bluish-purple eyes...(inuyasha's human form, minus the crazy red suit), with a scar in the shape of a cross on his back
Occupation: Leader of the Rebellion, smith
Bio: Asher was born and raised in a small forest village, where he was always causing trouble. Though his village was far removed from the tyranny of King Damion's rule, they still felt it's effect. One day, while he and his sister were in town, selling knives and such. She was 'selected' by the King. Asher tried to resist, but was severely injured, almost paralyzed, when a guard nearly severed his spinal cord. It took him two years to heal and regain the ability to walk. He has sworn revenge on the King and to free his sister and all the others the king has enslaved.

[Ditsy_Taurus888]

Name: Majesta Jade
Age: 15 years old

Height: She is 5'9"

Weight: 140 lbs.

Gender: female

General appearance: She is a large person. She is semi muscular. Not alot but more so than most girls. She is very curvy with a flat trim waste and measures out to be about 38", 26", 39". Her lips are full and pouty, her teeth are snow colored, and her eyes are wide and curious. She has long dirty blonde hair whose silky waves stretch to her knees. On some days her fiery eyes could burn a hole through you and make even the fiercest of lions cower in the corner like a hungry mouse. On others they can reach right to your heart and make the cruelest man as kind and gentle as a new born lamb. Her eyes change colors with her many, quickly changing, moods. They can range from shades of yellow, orange, brown, green, blue, gray, and purple. She has a dragon shaped burn on the back of her neck and part of her shoulder on the right side.

Occupation: She despises authority and hates to be controlled. She mainly stayed at home but some times left her small farm to run errands like going to the market place.

Bio: She was born to a poor farmer and a deranged, neurotic, maniac of a woman. He was thirty and had nine strong sons. She was 19, a young, beautiful, and curvy woman. Her leggy body was made even more sexy by her poofy, waist length, jet black curls. She had mysterious, sinister, green eyes. Markus, the farmer found Sophitia sick and unconscious. He mended her and brought her to his farm out of kindness. A few weeks later she woke up and Markus realized how crazy she was just out of her first sentences.
"She spoke to me, a lovely scream it was. She came to me in a dream, she did. Shhh... sh, sh, sh, touch in all the secret little places. She told me in a dream, Clarah, an eagle and a snake make a dragon. Then the massacre comes, OHH what a happy time, I'll bake a cake and all of the blood-splattered people get gifts. And all the while the dragon sings a song. Laahhh. Lahhh. L-"
"O.K." He cut her off. "You are obviously still delusional from the fever."
"No! No, no, no, It's all clear I am the snake woman!"
That next day he introduced Sophitia to his sons. His youngest son was Coadan, a five year old. He was quite large for his age. So large his mother, Menna, died giving birth to him as a twelve pound baby. He was pail and blonde with large pink cheeks. The second youngest was seven year old Markus. He was long and thin, with dark hair and eyes. The farmer had eight-year-old twins Mena and Cather. They both were muscular, the same size too, almost identical accept Mena had light brown hair and Cather had red. Next older than them is 10 year old Camel. He had strawberry blonde hair and charcoal eyes. The third oldest was eleven year old Lucus. He had black hair and christle eyes. Just 10 months older than him was 11 year old, blonde haired blue eyed, Kaden. But the two oldest were Kenthas and Dorian, the twelve-year-old twins, completely identical in appearance. They had frost white hair and ice blue eyes.
Later that week in the heat of passion Sophitia and Markus made love. She left that night while the house was asleep and met up with her six year old son she had left behind a tavern 2 weeks ago an hour or so before Markus found her. Lyther looked discolored and sickly. His jet-black hair rested just above his dark rings under his eyes.
"Mother I waited for eleven days here for your return. I'm hungry, cold, tired, and dirty, yet I waited.'' Said the boy.
"End your speech. I have a present, and it's wrapped in a pretty pink bow. Fires inside." She placed both her hands on he stomach and bent down her neck to look at it,
"A gift? For us? From who?" The boy perked up.
?A nice Eagle man. I promised you a little sister didn't I. Oh I can feel fire."
"A sister!" The boy shrieked in joy.
"Yes!"
9 months later a baby girl was born. She was named Massacre's song. At birth her mom burned the shape of a dragon on the baby girls neck. When Missy was 6 her father found her. Her mother ran away and left both her children. So Markus used his kind heart once more and adopted Lyther and took missy with him as well. He then changed her name to Majesta Jade.
One day while she was trusted to go to the market place alone, some guards forced her to come to the palace. Kicking and screaming two Guards carried her off. She swore, cursed, bit, punched and scratched but it was no use the guards greatly over powered her.

[Dragons_Bait15]

Name: Nadine Wreathen (Nadi)
Age: 19
Height: 5?9?
Weight: 160
Gender: Female
General Appearance: She has long black hair and and bronze skin. Her eyes hold no resentment for being in the King?s presence but she holds all of her feelings in making a mask of serenity. She is thin and agile and strong and like hard work.
Occupation: Slave girl although she hated the thought of being a slave to someone else she did what her father asked of her and went to supply her father with information of the king.
Bio: Borne in a slightly wealthy but powerful house Nadi was trained like any other little girl would be trained, sewing, singing, playing some instrument etc., but her favorite time of the day was when she visited the gang of boys that roamed around. They taught her to fight with fists and various small objects and she grew up with them. As the gang grew so did their weapons and each started to pick a weapon to specialize in, both the boys and Nadi hung out and made bits of money by lift ?n lay and other various thieving tricks. She made friends with all of the boys but only one held her interest, this boy was particular in roof roads and spying. When she heard of her father?s plan while eavesdropping she was tempted to make a stand then and there, but she thought it through and found his genius. In the weeks before she was to serve the King she made a system of writing that was hard to decipher but not impossible. In her first week she made friends with another slave and told her friend about her home. Now supplying her father with information she spends her long days picking up bits and pieces of information from the court?s couriers.

Hope works.

[Aiyanna]

[COLOR=Indigo]
Name: Amaya Liluye

Age: 20

Height: 5'4

Weight: 122

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Amaya Liluye isn't very tall for her 20 years of age, and she doesn't weight very much, but her appearance can easily grab second and even third glances. Though she was a slave, she walked like she was a noble, with a fiery personality and a strong loyalty to her king. He was a King after all. She had shoulder lenght hair with the luster of a deep chestnut color and natural red and gold-brown highlights streaking their way through it. Her bright green eyes raidate with life, taking in every bit of it, reflecting the bright and shining soul that she had. Her figure was lean, slim at the waist, nice sized hips, and a large bosom that she tried not to emphasize. She hated when women flaunted themselves pointlessly. People could see that they were pretty. Her hands were small but strong, and her feet also small. She had a strong nose and full cherry lips. She was well toned, but not so much that it would be too noticed by men. Buff women were not in her taste either, though she did know that a woman had to be strong to survive in the world. Her lightly tanned skin was unmarred but for a long, thin scar that stretched across her stomach and around to her lower back. On average, she wore her slave livery, but she enjoyed wearing skirts that would swish and ripple with her movement, and a top that had a high collar. A person could tell that she could to almost every and any task set to her, and could work through whatever task her king wanted her to. She was loyal to him, and him alone.

Occupation: One of the Kings slaves, and though she sometimes has wished over being a noble, she is satisfied with what she is doing. Doing something, in her eyes, is better than nothing.

Bio: Amaya doesn't know who her parents are, having been born during the deep parts of winter somewhere in a barn. She must've been taken in by someone, who took care of her until she was about 10, though she never found out who that person was, though she asked many times. The woman, who she remembered as being slightly fat, with a hard cold face, had always told her to stop questioning.
At the age of 10 she was sent away from the farm that she had basically called home, told to go find somewhere else, that those who had lent her thier home for so long couldn't support her anymore. She had wandered around, sleeping in haystacks when she could, developing a cold hate towards the world.
She had been taken in by many homes as she journeyed on an aimless path, and her hate had softened only slightly by the age of 12. A life on the move was a life that nobody wanted, in her eyes, and she desperately wanted someone to love, to be loved by.
She started to change her ways when she was called into work at a tavern, acting a serving maid. She started to learn the good in people, and her hate softened and melted. That was the first time she had ever seen the future King Damion, though she had dismissed him as just another boy who was older than her, attractive, but way out of her league. He would never look her way.
The time came when work at the Tavern began to slow down again, and she had to move on, finding part time jobs where she could so that she could get food. Around 15 she had an experience that caused her to join the rebellion that Damion was calling up, though she couldn't do much. She had never spoken of the experience, but she has the scar that reminds her every day to be careful of who she talks with.
After Damion formed his own kingdom, Ayame had been taken into his service as a slave, around when she was 18.
Since then, she has obeyed his every command, jumping when he said jump, quacking if he said quack. He was her king, and she felt the utmost loyalty to him, for taking him into his service, providing something for her to do, a shelter for her, and for giving her something to long for. His love. She knew she could never have it, for he was a cold, seemingly heartless king, but she admired him more than anyone. He was strong, and iron hard. He was commanding just in one look, and she wanted to serve.
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[Sinistra]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][FONT=Palatino Linotype]I looked at your RPG and it looks intriguing. Here's my stats.

Name: Maaya Joston
Age: 19
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 126 lbs
Gender: Female
General appearance: Straight raven black hair that falls to her knees, forest green eyes. A willowy build and a pretty face. She usually wears a simple black short sleeved tunic and knee length skirt. She uses a bright blue ribbon to tie back her hair into a long ponytail while at work.
Occupation: Slave Girl, Loyal
Bio: Maaya is very a very outspoken, stong willed person. She doesn't like to be pushed around but does as she is told by her king and higher authorities. She is very independent and doesn't like to recieve help with most things. When she does realize it, however, she will step down and allow someone else to help.

Maaya loves to sing, and will do so when attending to her chores and while she's alone. She is a content person, however, she wishes desperately that she could be freed from her position of slavery.

Not much is known about Maaya's past, she never speaks about it. But it is known that she is the last living person of the Joston family.

Well, thanks for looking at my stuff and I'm just posting it again like you asked. I'm out![/FONT][/COLOR]

[demonchild781]

Hey Kiddies,

I would greatly appericate it if I could get some nobles, guards or some higher society such people. Its great that I have slaves and rebels but I do need some higher society characters as well. Don't want to be the only rich snob.

[...]

Name: Sarah Withers

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Weight: 132

Height: 5'7"

Appearance: Her dark brown hair is her greatest feature. Her hair reaches her waist, and is vibrant, and thick, with a small wave to it. But because she is a slave girl, her hair is usually pulled back... Slender body, with green eyes. Her beauty is not extravagant, but a simple beauty that makes her eye catching.

Personality: While Sarah is kind... she is not the kind of person who sits and does nothing. Eager to work, but even more eager to take charge. She's looked up to by others, and has an assurance about her that makes people count on her. Never worried about her appearance, and she is not a people pleaser. She does her work, no questions asked, and is her own person.

BIO: Sarah grew up on her own. Her mother and father died of a disease, and had no money to cure themsleves. Knowing that the disease was contagious, they took their daughter and gave her to a blacksmith who they had only seen a few times. They gave her to him, and he raised her, not as his child as they had hoped for, but as a slave to his own household. She was on his every call and whim, and learned not to care about what was demanded of her. She would do the work, no questions asked, without throwing pity on herself... while he tried desperately to break her, he never succeeded. She grew up to be a fine woman, one who could smile despite all the hurt she had lived with.

He grew tired of her since he found no more pleasure in causing her pain, he sent her to the King, hoping to gain some prestige and honor in the gift. He tried to ordain her, and make her look more desireable, but Sarah didn't care for such measures. After he sent her away, she pulled off all the ridiculous jewelery and went as herself. She wasn't interested in her King... nor was she looking to find love. She did her work, no questions asked. But she would not do this... something beneath her... she would never throw herself at a King... and for this, she knew she would be beaten when returned to the blacksmith.

Occupation: Slave girl - I've taken the spot as Damion's Love and I will be posting a second sign up if no one joins the part of the nobles :)

[Rei_Man]

Name: Joel Vuleire

Age: 23

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 170 lbs

Gender: Male

General appearance: Though Joel is relatively muscular, by the standards of most soldiers he is still less than average. His eyes are dark shade of gray, and his light brown hair is tied back neatly at the base of his neck; falling to the middle of his back. He rarely wears armour - usually for ceremonies and battles alone - and generally chooses to adorn himself in a selection of robes; occasionally going a little over the top to stand out from the crowd. With very few visible scars or injuries, some wonder whether he has ever fought in a real battle.

Occupation: Knight. Serves under the King, though his loyalty is questionable.

Bio: Joel had always lived the easy life. He was born into a well-endowed family in a small town in the outskirts of Arawn, and was brought up as a knight in service of the town's governor. He learned everything he knew from the old man. And of all the things the old man nurtured in Joel, the greatest of them was greed.

When Damion overthrew the old king, the town and its governor refused to submit to the usurper, drawing the attention of the new king's merciless army. This clearly went against the principles that Joel had been taught - it would lead to no obvious benefit or profit - so he set about 'preparing' for the invasion. As the army drew near Joel took the life of his former master, riding out to present the governor's head to Damion himself. And thus he entered into the service of the new ruler, as his home town burnt to the ground by his own hand.

This sudden betrayal, though it had certain benefits, meant that many in the army did, and still do, question his loyalty to Damion. He had betrayed his lord and his family in order to gain the favour of the winning side, therefore it is understandable to assume that he could do so again if the tides changed. As several of his piers have noted, he makes every decision based on his own well-being. Lady Ashrel has remained suspicious of him ever since he joined her army.


I hope this is OK. If not, just PM me and I'll change it.

[Redemption]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Trebuchet MS][b]Name:[/b] Ashrel Diesmon
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Height:[/b] 5 ' 10 "
[b]Weight:[/b] (I have no idea what this would be in pounds because we don't use pounds in Australia) 65 kg
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]General appearance:[/b] See attachment
[b]Occupation:[/b] Damion's first-in-command
[b]Bio:[/b] Ashrel met Damion when she was about 16 years old. Her father was a nobleman and he introduced her to the future King. It was love at first sight. The looks and gestures he gave her was just heart-melting. He was the perfect man to behold - and to love.

As the years progressed, both Ashrel and Daimon grew ruthless together. When he became King, he made her his first-in-command, honouring her for the services she had given to him since they met.

Like Daimon, Ashrel rules with an iron-fist and does not hestitate to kill anyone that dares to defy her on the spot. The power she has gained has made her into a monster, much like Daimon. However, she has a certain weakness for young children, for they are the only creatures that give her joy. Only they are given her mercy.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Retribution]

Yeah, here's my finished sign-up. Yay!

[B]Name:[/B] Rion Marquise
[B]Age:[/B] 26
[B]Height: [/B] 5' 11"
[B]Weight:[/B] 150 lbs
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]General appearance:[/B]
[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/zechs.jpg[/IMG]

He doesn't have the helmet, and has a silver rapier at his side.
[B]Occupation:[/B] Extremely powerful and wealthy nobility. He has so much money and influence, it is rumored that if he wanted to, he could overthrow the current government quite easily.
[B]Bio:[/B] Rion Marquise was born into a powerful family. His father, James, secretly favored him since birth, as he was the first-born male. He had an older sister who was taught all the 'proper' things a lady of noble blood should partake in by Rion's mother. James taught Rion to fence, first and foremost, as he called it "The dance of nobles." He was trained once everyday for two hours a day.

All in all, Rion had a very nurturing childhood, and became very smart and cultured. He was taught ettiquite, wines, swordplay, strategy, literature, and philosophy. All of the mentioned subjects were practiced nearly everyday, for his whole life. As a result, he ended up adopting many views he read about the world, civility, and human motives.

He arrived at the conclusion that Daimon should be assassinated immediately. First in his mind, he thought that someone as vulgar and unrefined as Daimon should not be King. He had merely spent a few years reading books on noble subjects, then violently overthrew the government. The lack of Daimon's knowledge of ruling shone through, as he was a cruel and heartless leader.

Rion's hate for Daimon increased when he tried to take Rion's sister, Ellia, when she was 20, but failed. His family had more than enough money to pay him off, and his family remained silent. It was unheard of for a King to steal noble women. Usually, it was a commoner or a slave girl, but the stealing of a noble woman used to be punishable by death. Not anymore.

Rion is kind to all he meets, so long as they are nice and have good intentions. With a gentle smile across his face, he dances the political waltz, gaining both noble and common friends to help him with his cause. However, Rion never shows Daimon his hate for him. Whenever they talk, Rion treats him with only the utmost respect.

[demonchild781]

Well thank you to everyone that has signed up. The rpg has been placed in the square so go at it!!

One thing though, if you are unable to post and do not get a hold of me in a week to 2 weeks your character will be killed and unable to be brought back to life. No exceptions.

HAVE FUN!!