ChromeCat
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"My avatar and Signature are original, do you think they are any good?"
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Post by ChromeCat on Oct 30, 2003 20:18:24 GMT -5
Name: Roldor Letora
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Young Soldier
Eyes: Very dark blue
Hair: White hair seeming to flow right out almost like frozen water.
Weaponry: A regularly sized steel blade, this blade has fought many wars and has been passed through his family for generations
Armor: Grey chain mail covers him from beneath, but covering that is a set of metallic chest and shoulder plates enherrited from his father
Appearance & Other Info: Rarely speaking even one word. Often people complain of his silence but he ignores them. For a young soldier he is very strong fo his age. He can best in swords fighting many warriors up to 15 years older than him.
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Post by The Patryn on Oct 30, 2003 20:23:32 GMT -5
"I'm rather eager to get going, myself, but it doesn't matter. I can wait."
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Post by Busterman Zero on Oct 30, 2003 20:32:12 GMT -5
Name: Roldor Letora Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Young Soldier Eyes: Very dark blue Hair: White hair seeming to flow right out almost like frozen water. Weaponry: A regularly sized steel blade, this blade has fought many wars and has been passed through his family for generations Armor: Grey chain mail covers him from beneath, but covering that is a set of metallic chest and shoulder plates enherrited from his father Appearance & Other Info: Rarely speaking even one word. Often people complain of his silence but he ignores them. For a young soldier he is very strong fo his age. He can best in swords fighting many warriors up to 15 years older than him. (OOC: Rolin said no more members right now)
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Post by TranceRolin on Oct 30, 2003 22:46:12 GMT -5
I sure did. Can we get back to RPing? XD
You made up your own race . . . and it doesn't make sense, on top of that. Did you even read what I wrote in the beginning?
Flow like frozen water? What the f**king hell? 17 and white hair? If you would like some background history, then it's a post-apocalyptic nuclear war thing, throw in a millenia afterwards. That doesn't mean that anything goes, and it doesn't mean break every rule set for a reason.
Dude . . . You generally don't come across travelers in the wilderness. It was strange enough to find one person- Much less a few thousand! And what they were is to be explained later on, there's a running storyline. Major self-contradictions and disregard for common sense have no place in RPing. Or are you saying that the character's hair is like an immovable bulk that melts at 32 degrees farenheit?
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Post by SickAndWretched on Oct 30, 2003 22:47:50 GMT -5
(ooc)Alright alright.. now back to the RP... (ooc)
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Post by Busterman Zero on Oct 30, 2003 23:56:45 GMT -5
Alex slipped the flute into his belt pouch, and went about collecting his blades and cleaning then, as well as reloading his bow. "I'm ready to go," he said after he had finished the short chore.
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Post by TranceRolin on Nov 1, 2003 9:57:39 GMT -5
"Well THAT was a waste of time." Rolin said as he put out the fires. Rolin grabbed as many bolts as he could salvage from the tree, breaking many of them in the process. Rolin looked at the ground, and then around the sky. Rolin began to trek back in the direction that they came. He paused for a moment, yelling back.
"Let's get movin', then!"
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Post by Busterman Zero on Nov 1, 2003 12:00:50 GMT -5
Alex walked silently behind Rolin, thinking about his past.
When he had been 16, he father accidentally drank infected water and died of a horrible disease. His mother had lost all common sense, and was murdered by a serial killer that had seduced her. Alex and his little sister Alexis (his parents hadn't planned on a second kid and were NOT original) ran away before the killer could elimate all the evidence. The siblings headed to the big city, and Alex entered a Battle Arena to make money that they desperately needed. He was forced to fight a Ripper, armed only with a long dagger, and, in a suprising move, managed to drive the weapon down the beast's throat. Alex had been badly injured, but the man running the place, Crow Ramsen, paid the medical bill and even gave Alex a small bonus.
For the next four years, Alex fought and killed over 100 opponents, monsters and people alike. Now 20 years old, and Alexis being 17, he wanted to pull out of his job and go with Alexis to a city of Scholars where she could get a good education. Cow didn't want to lose his best young warrior, and paid a group of bandits to ambush them and kidnap Alexis. On route to the town, Alex took three bolt wounds in the back and was cut lightly several times. He, however, managed to kill four of his attackers, before one got desperate and stabbed Alexis. Now blind with rage, Alex killed the rest of the thugs save one, from which he choked out the name of their employer before strangling him to death. Alex died before Alex could get her to some help. Again in blind rage, Alex charged back to the Battle Arena and brutally murdered Crow, setting fire to the place afterwards. He then ran off, intending to die, but decided later to prove his worth, and began his new career path as a Hunter.
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Post by SickAndWretched on Nov 1, 2003 13:19:06 GMT -5
(ooc)crap.. I have to make my character 2 years older for what I wanna add.. I hope thats ok with everyone.(ooc)
Layne finished picking up the good bolts and started to walk back to the crew. He felt this weird pulsing feeling coming off the flute. He stopped, but then he figure it was just his imagination and continued..
"Actually.. I wanna get back.." Layne didn't want to tell them why. He had a daughter with his first girl friend when he was only 14. She would be 13 in three days and Layne rearly got to see her. It wasn't exactly something to be proud of though. She lives with her mother. Who luckily treats her well. Layne tries his best to give them more money when her can.
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Post by TranceRolin on Nov 3, 2003 17:36:45 GMT -5
The group had been travelling for some time, and the sun had begun to peek over the horizon. Rolin thought for a second.
"Wait . . . We're traveling South-East, right? So why is the sun rising off to the right a bi- Oh my god . . . "
Rolin started running towards where the 'sun' was. Finally, he could see through the mist . . . "Smoke- The city is on fire, guys! Get movin'!"
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Post by SickAndWretched on Nov 3, 2003 18:37:50 GMT -5
Layne's eyes quivered.. he began to run with a blind haste.
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Post by The Patryn on Nov 3, 2003 19:06:22 GMT -5
"No." spoke Kalvin quietly to himself, freezing in place. "No, no, no, no, no." After a moment he let out an angry cry and ran full pace, dashing ahead of the others.
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Post by TranceRolin on Nov 6, 2003 15:04:00 GMT -5
Finally, the group arrived. Through the broken and enflamed gates, Rolin could make out shadows running to and fro, and there was screaming- And roaring, rampant from beyond the walls.
Rolin felt an urge- No, more like a calling. His left hand slipped down to his waist, and reached into his pouch . . . Pulling out the flute.
Rolin didn't know what to do, so he didn't fight what was happening.
"I can't do anything about this . . . Hopefully, this can do some good . . . " Rolin thought back to what Serlon said.
"Beyond muscles and mind . . . " Rolin said to himself as he rose the flute to his mouth. His right hand moved up to it, and he closed his eyes as his fingers moved around the flute, playing notes perfectly. It was as if he knew the song already; but he also knew that he had never heard it before.
The flames engulfing the gate violently dispersed, more and more of them with each note played. It seemed as if violent winds ripped at the very fire itself, not harming what was left of the charred and now brittle wooden gates, but it could not have been wind . . . The air around the gates was not being manipulated. The gates slowly swung open, and Rolin opened his eyes. He somehow knew what was happening- He invisioned it. Noone had physically pulled the doors open.
Rolin's arms slowly dropped to his sides, and as his astonishment wore off, Rolin put his flute away in his satchel. His eyes were wide, and he tried to speak, but all that he could do was choke out a few grunts in confusion.
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Post by SickAndWretched on Nov 6, 2003 15:16:03 GMT -5
Layne looked at Rolin. "Well I'll be d**ned". Layne said trying to hide his true emotions.. "I have to check something out. there's something important that I have to make sure is ok". Layne said that as he walked in the direction of were hiss daughter lived.
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Post by TranceRolin on Nov 6, 2003 16:01:40 GMT -5
OOC: (just excerpts from a convo explaining the flutes, cause i dont feel like rewriting this)
the thing behind the flutes
"power beyond muscle and mind" was basically a metaphor for emotions and desires. The flutes are only given to those that are judged "pure of heart". They CAN be used for dark desires by those that aren't as such, but once a person plays a flute, it is theirs for life, so they have to die before someone else can use their flute.
The flutes basically give form to the desire for power that a person has. For example, Rolin wants to be a leader. He also wants to get into the town and save people. A leader must lead the way, but before he or she can do that, they must CLEAR the way, which makes control over air, pressure, and gravity the basic abilities that Rolin can wield through his flute- Either in a dire situation where his emotions enact the flute's powers such as my post, or once he learns the songs and the secrets behind the songs to use different powers. Different notes denote different places, actions, things, amount of force, et cetera . . . It's extremely complex.
It is EXTREMELY difficult for one to master the use of a flute- That is, to be able to use it at will from the strength of their desires, and not just through that of their emotions.
Each character has their own secret desires, and that correlates to the powers that they can use through their flute.
Serlon wanted to save people, thats why he controlled life and death.
He healed the party's wounds using the spirits of the rippers. Hearts may be black or gold, but spirits are all the same.
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