Y.Z. [PG-16]

Well, I went to Europe for a week and a half. Hopefully I was inspired enough to make an RP that has a decent original plot. XD

Y.Z.

History is a funny thing. Months, years, as time passes, history changes. Over time, the past becomes farther and farther away, and as the lives of those who have lived during the past finally all burn out, history can be altered. Facts replaced with fiction, truth becoming lies, until the very core of history rots and becomes something new entirely, an empty shell of what it used to be.

Earth - History in Review
Humanity has suffered a great number of trials over the course of the past 200 years. In 2048, the planet itself turned on the life that inhabited it. The weather grew harsh, the ground shook and shifted, the sky plunging into an eternal darkness never once seen before. When the darkness cleared, the Earth was left a wasteland, the sky dyed a light purple, and only a few million humans remained. From this point on, the use of A.D. was discarded to mark the term of years. In it's place, Y.Z. was used, simply to symbolize the end, because Y and Z are at the end of the alphabet. As time passed, even those remaining began to die, and the remaining people began to search for an alternate method of survival. With little technology remaining, this proved to be quite difficult. However, around the year 10Y.Z., humans took to the skies.

200Y.Z.
The truth behind the events that took place during the year 10Y.Z. was eventually long lost, and the various beliefs behind what truly happened had torn the world's population into different countries that were constantly fighting with each other. Only two solid facts supported all of the beliefs. The first of these facts is that the majority of humanity had been given wings. They varied in shape, size, and colour from person to person, and it was rare for more than one pair to look exactly the same. For example, one person could have white, feathered wings, while another could have black wings similar to those of a bat. The second fact that remained constant was that somehow, someway, flourishing land floated high above the wasteland below. How this actually works, and where the land came from, however, is unknown.

One of the theories followed is the one believed by the citizens of the western skies, known as the Kingdom of Tealia, ruled by Queen Jade and her son, Prince Ryan. They believe that through science, humans were given wings. They also believe that people used their last remaining knowledge of technology to raise the land, thus explaining the random holes and lakes just beneath the raised land. The capital of Tealia is called Meredy, and it lies on the floating island in the dead center of the western skies. The west is composed of many large floating island with lush forests and large cities. Most food is produced in Tealia, and shipped to other nations. As you can imagine, this becomes problematic when Tealia goes to war with other nations, because they place all focus on the war, and no focus on sending food out to the world.

In the Kingdom of Carn, situated in the eastern skies, the land is ruled by King Dian and his daughter, Princess Juliet (who was actually named after the character in her father's favourite story, Romeo and Juliet). The people in Carn have a more religious view on the past, believing that their god, Tylonstus, gave the good people of the world wings and created flourishing, floating land for them to live on. The land in Carn is similar to that of Tealia, but it is famous for it's abundance of churches and cathedrals. Notre-Dame was lifted into Carn from the remains of Paris, France. The people here care so much for their beliefs, that when a child is born, it has the tattoo of a black rose, the king's favorite flower, placed on the back of it's left hand. The tattoo is enchanted by a form of magic known as Dation, and the effect provided insures the beliefs of anyone wearing the tattoo by sending excruciating pain to anyone brave enough to consider other ideals.

Dation is actual the Dark element of a form of magic known as Mahstion. Mahstion consists of six elements: Lionus (Light), Wation (Water), Fionus (Fire), Wionus (Wind), Dation (Dark), and Eation (Earth). Since most forms of technology have disappeared, Mahstion is an efficient way of getting things done, since everyone has the ability to control one type. Carnians refer to it as Tylonstus' gift, while Tealians refer to it as an unexplained phenomenon. Mahstion can typically be used in a variety of ways, including for attacking, healing, and much more practical uses such as helping to create weapons, or care for plants. All in all, it is a very useful, but relatively mysterious power. Some believe the floating islands are held up by Mahstion.

The third faction lives on the barren world. Wingless humans inhabit this world, using machines to travel to the islands above them. This land is referred to simply as the Underneath, and the people there loathe those with wings. It has no ruler, and they have no specific beliefs. It is essentially the slums of the world. There is no peace, no order, just poverty and destruction. The people of the Underneath are organized into gangs, each with their own individual beliefs. The most prominent group calls themselves the Raven Claw, a group of Sky Pirates that fly their ship across the world and steal from the winged citizens to give to the residents of the Underneath. Even the wingless have control over Mahstion, so confusion has arisen as to the origin of the magic.

Aside from these three dominant nations, there is also Alta, Beta, and Gregar. Alta is a neutral nation situation right in between the primary border of Carn and Tealia. It is a small country on an island similar to the Switzerland of our time in size and shape. It is very mountainous, and very green. Alta is ruled by Prince Regul, since his parents were apparently killed by Underneathers. Beta is the nation of machines. It is where all things related to scholars are conducted. Usually, Beta sells its information to other countries. It is located on a floating island in the snowy north. It is a very barren, snow covered island with metallic buildings, and is only inhabited by a few thousand people. Gregar is a small, floating nation that is constantly changing location. Because of this, the climate is constantly different. Gregar is famous for it's historical readings, and often partners with Beta for various projects.

Recently, more and more rumors of further hostilities between Tealia and Carn have been popping up. Apparently, small islands have begun to drop in both countries with little reasoning whatsoever behind it. Both countries believe it to be the work of the other, and this of course has begun to cause problems. Unfortunately, Alta is drawn into the mess as well when the capital, Meera, is attacked by Carn forces so that they could use as a base. Alta's population consists of those from all countries trying to get away from the war, and thus many rebels were killed in the process. It was at around this time that the purple sky flashed yellow. It was bizarre, and left everyone confused. However, for selected individuals, this brought new responsibilities. Few people worldwide found themselves with strange marking on the center of their forehead in the shape of a dot in the colour of whatever Mahstion they controlled. Little did they know at that time, that they would find themselves in a whirlwind adventure exploring the very truth of the world and it's past...

Form

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality: (Tealia, Carn, Underneath, Alta, Beta, Gregar)
Class: (Citizen, solider, etc)
Mahstion Type:
Weapon Class: (Sword, Lance, Staff, etc. No guns, since that technology was lost)
Appearance: (Don't forget to explain the wings in detail)
Personality:
History:
RP Sample:(I'll only ask for it if I need it)

YAY, reserve me a spot please? My keyboard and computer aren't working so well, so I'm going to be transitioning everything of mine to my laptop, so I can't write out my sign-up today, but I will definetely get it done! >3

Thankies~

This sounds awesome, so I'm going to ask if I can reserve a spot. My profile should be up tomorrow since I have to go to a birthday party this evening.

Woah! Definetly Not a cliche Rp. reserve please?

Name: Aertan Svartel
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: Carn
Class: Priest
Mahstion Type: Fionus
Weapon Class: Aertan's sword is, if stretched out, 10 feet in length. It curves like a crescent, and is grasped in the very middle of the arch. In the middle of the black handle is a long red braided leather rope, which can be grasped and spun about in the air, and let go to spin like a boomerang.

Appearance: Aertan is a strange being to behold. His snow white hair is brushed back, away from his face while he leaves a very large clump to hang between his eyes and slowly bend to the right, the hair covering his face being a maroon red. A pair of cat-like, bright red eyes seem to never blink, and his waxy complexion leaves him a rather frightening person. However, frightening or not, he is usually wearing the same thing, and the outfit consists of a pair of black pants that fit just right, a white long sleeved dress shirt, and a black pinstriped vest. His shoes are a pair of heavy boots, with black rubber soles that are textured horizontally. On his right index finger is two large silver rings, and a skull ring on his left middle finger. He has multiple piercings on both his ears, on his left three halved hoops on his lobe, and two silver hoops on his right cartilidge. But it is his wings which are strangest of all, his large bat-like wings sporting dark blemishes on the black waxy wings. On the highest point of the frame of his wings, sits a knobbly end which has five bumps all lined up with each other. The direction they're lined up is always changing, and the reason for this is because of what the bumps really are. They are in fact, knuckles, that are the only constantly visible part of the arms that hide within the outermost bone of Aertan's wings. The arms are a very very dark red in color, with razor sharp nails, a bony and waxy build like the wings they sprout from, and have very angular joints, at places like the elbow, and fingers. The fingers themselves are twice as long as any normal person's fingers, and each arm has a mind of it's own. They cannot speak but when they show up outside of battle, they tend to cause mischief and trouble. Each of these gruesome hands have the black rose tattoo, and will make strange shrieking sounds when they burn. This is the only time in which the goblin-like arms make noise. Aertan however, also posesses the black rose tattoo, like any normal Carn-born person, and in addition, he now has a red dot in the middle of his forehead, which never ceases to annoy the sanity out of him. Both goblin hands have a black chain necklace which wraps around the palm and has a red orb that sits in the middle of the bony palms.

Personality: A reserved person, Aertan seems like a complicated enigma, his quiet ways and vocabulary consisting of "Ah" and "Hm" giving him the look as if he's constantly thinking about something. In reality, he's probably not thinking about anything, as he has a tendency to wipe his mind of most thought. This is because Aertan's extra set of hands in his wings are extremely rowdy, and very much dislike being stuck in the frame when not in battle. Thus, Aertan has to constantly think about keeping them where they are, so they don't emerge and try to pick a fight. This causes him to be extremely tired, as holding back two goblin-hands that suffer from a bad case of ADHD is a sufferable job. As a result of his constant exhaustion, Aertan usually harbors a blank look on his face, as if he doesn't understand anything that's being said. However, one emotion that he always shows no matter how tired he is, is annoyance. Usually the annoyance is directed towards his wings, but Aertan is very easily annoyed, be it a scratching sound, too much talking, too much light, not enough light, the smallest things get on his nerves. In the rare moments when he's just awoken, he is extremely pleasant, all smiles, and kinder then all. This is a slightly eerie state, as admitted by his closer friends, due to the fact that he becomes very cheerful and eager to help when he's not tired. Thus, Aertan's personality really depends on whether he is tired, or whether he is not.

History: The Svartel Family was known for being a family that was not respectable, a family that had no known respectable origins or merits to their name. This family died from the pain that resulted from their doubt in their religion, fifteen years before Aertan was even born. He was born in the dead of night in a church, his mother malnourished and dead by the time the infant was born. Before her death however, she told the priestess that the child's name was Svartel. Aertan Svartel. Svartel was the first word Aertan ever heard, and the last word his mother ever uttered. The priests in the church which Aertan now took up residence could find no reason as to why the woman would want to give her son the name of a disrespected family, but, respecting the wishes of the dead, they gave him his name. Growing up, the people around Aertan made sure that he never had any chance to doubt his religion, to mark him as different from the true Svartel family. They told Aertan that his wings, Haeon't, the left hand, and Geon't, the right, as the priests had named them, were curses. They told him that in a past life, he had probably committed two sins, that came back to him as two gruesome arms that burrowed in his wings. Throughout his entire life, Aertan has believed every last word told to him, never doubting anything, as nothing has ever been shown to him that may point otherwise. Though Aertan has never doubted his religion, he has never avidly believed in it. It is Aertan's standing in that he feels that it is not a subject that too much thought will sort out, thus he has never said anything during prayers, keeping his mind the usual blank.

Ooooh...sweetness! =D Is what I figured the first time I saw this. I've been holding this off until I got my sign-up for the school RP done, but now...te-hee. :3

Name: Faewyn Ayre
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Nationality: Beta
Class: Citizen and aspiring scholar
Mahstion Type: Wionus

Weapon Class: Faewyn's weapon, much like its owner, is a rather complicated thing. While seemingly little more than a dark brown, two-meter hardwood staff, both ends conceal small but deadly blades, one curved for slashing, the other a sharp spear tip, both of which can be unfolded to convert the weapon into a naginata or spear as the situation warrants. Furthermore, the staff as a whole can be split into two parts, which - through a bit of interchanging - can be reassembled to serve as a crossbow. The weapon as a whole is a complex mess of detachable and re-attachable parts which only Faewyn seems to be able to make sense of. Unfortunately, converting the weapon correctly takes a bit of time, so she usually only picks one mode and goes with it. For practicality, the weapon also has a detachable leather strap, allowing it to be carried much like a sling bag while it isn't in use.

Appearance: A tall, gangly wisp of a girl, Faewyn's body is slenderly built, with a thinness brushing quite close to anorectic (the more cynical say that this is because her mouth is far too busy with things other than eating) and needless to say, she has very little in the way of feminine curves. Her skin is of a very light pigment and bruises and reddens very easily. Faewyn's face is of an oval shape, bearing quite a striking resemblance to an egg, and is occupied by two wide, beetle black eyes which are further accentuated by her otherwise thin frame. Faewyn's hair is of a peculiar teal color, reaching a bit beneath her shoulders, and is typically combed up in the most peculiar hairstyles (For she experiments with these as well), although when she is preoccupied with other matters she simply ties it up into a long ponytail. The most peculiar part of Faewyn's appearance (unless she has had a creative spurt with the hair) is her dragonfly wings; small and translucent with coloring ranging from teal at the edges to cyan near the point where they connect with her back. Although they are frail and no good for flying through strong gales, they allow for remaining stationary in the air and - when not used - rest closely stuck to her back without occupying much additional space.

In the way of clothes, Faewyn usually goes for an uncharacteristically simple choice: a pair of denim dungarees with a plain white shirt beneath, although they have been modified so that her back is bare until about mid-back where the wings sprout from. Although some would consider this an odd choice for someone living in as cold a place as Beta, Faewyn seems largely unbothered. On her feet she wears a pair of surprisingly ordinary, warm boots - light brown in color and lined with fake fur. As with most things, however, Faewyn is never shy about completely changing her outfit should the urge awaken. Regardless of what she wears, however, she always makes sure to sew her garments full with pockets of various sizes to accommodate the vast inventory of items either practical or fascinating which she always carries with her. To keep track of her ever growing research notes, Faewyn has also fashioned a makeshift belt of sorts - a piece of durable rope which she has thread through the spines of notebook, keeping them all within reach and in order. She must regularly replace this rope, however, not because of wear and tear but because the length tends to run out. The collection is currently large enough to encircle her thin frame twice; and growing fast.

Personality: Talkative, inventive, open, optimistic, and at times painfully naive, Faewyn is generally viewed as an eccentric, even among her own. Her most dominant personality trait is her seemingly inexhaustible curiosity. She greedily assembles knowledge both trivial and useful wherever she finds it and hastily scribbles it down in many of her countless notebooks so as to not forget a single bit. To Faewyn, the world is like a gloriously complicated machine and she wastes no time in trying to pick it apart to see what makes it tick. Her interests range from philosophy and machinery to gardening and she is often found pestering those around her - even complete strangers - with questions ranging from what they had for lunch today to why they think the sky isn't blue and shouldn't it be blue because that's a question that they supposedly used to ask way back then and speaking of way back then did you know that...well, you get the picture. Needless to say, conversations with Faewyn can be exhausting to say the least, but her sunny and optimistic attitude makes it somewhat difficult for most people to openly hate her.

Enthusiastic though she is about her research (which, she proudly proclaims, will eventually encompass everything the world holds), Faewyn is also terribly disorganized. New experiments and research subjects absolve old ones in an endless stream that - most likely - not even Faewyn herself is fully capable of keeping track of, and her surroundings are always littered with half-finished experiments and hastily scribbled notebooks filled with so many cryptic margin notes that they are next to impossible to distinguish from the original text. Despite this, she takes great pride in her writing and is more than willing to shove it under the nose of anyone who makes the mistake of appearing even the least bit interested. (And goodness forbid that you ask her about something) Though Faewyn appears unbothered by the cold reception she usually gets from her peers, often stating that they won't be talking like they're all that once she finishes her book, there seems to be just that tiniest hint of loneliness behind her seemingly endless stream of questions and anecdotes. After all, how much fun is it to study all the mysteries of the whole wide world if there's no-one to share it with?

History: The child of an enthusiastic couple of researchers, since young age Faewyn has been accustomed to taking care of herself as one or both of her parents were often away on an extended field trip for their research, leaving their daughter to amuse herself best she could in the company of a trivially chosen nanny, and - later on - only herself. To relieve her boredom, Faewyn began to write down her musings on anything and everything she saw - the house, the patterns made by snow and frost on the windows, a pretty rock she had happened to pick up...everything she duly cataloged and analyzed in careful mimicry of the way she had witnessed her parents work, proudly displaying the results of her 'research' to her parents on the few occasions that they happened to be at home. Glad to see their own enthusiasm for knowledge reflected in their child, Faewyn's parents always made sure to acknowledge their daughter's findings, often sharing some of their own. Soon, Faewyn realized that it was through research that she could command the attention she had sought, and so she quickly grew more ambitious about her work, ranging farther, outside of the family house and into the frigid streets of her hometown, and as time passed the process itself turned just as enjoyable as the end result...if not even more so. It was then that she decided on her ultimate goal in life: to create a book encompassing anything and everything the world holds, an obsession she still holds on to.

Shortly after Faewyn turned fifteen this idyll was broken, however, when her parents embarked on an expedition to the kingdom of Carn in order to discern more facts about their religion and, specifically, the custom of sacrifice...never to be heard from again. Ever the optimist, Faewyn still lives in the hope that her parents are alive and well and have simply been too caught up in their work to make contact, a hope which she seeks to prove true by re-tracing her parents' steps...right to the heart of the religious kingdom.

RP Sample: So like...do I need it? =O

Name: Bardrin Karson
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: Gregar
Class: Soldier
Mahstion Type: Dation

Weapon Class: Bardrin's blade is a twelve-foot great sword. Because of the sword's length, Bardrin must wield it with two hands, which slows down Bardrin's striking speed. Even though he has to strike with slow speed, the blade hits pretty hard, hard enough to bend a warrior's armor though it's not the best weapon for piercing. Incase Bardrin can't use his great sword, he straps it to his back and goes to using a faster one-handed blade, a simple Long Sword that rests on his right hip. He doesn't usually carry it unless he knows that he won't need the great sword.

Both blades look almost exactly the same. The blades are both midnight black and a red outline of a pear has been placed just above the hilt of the blades. The great sword's hilt is much larger so that Bardrin can wield it with two hands and is covered in dark brown leather for extra comfort. The Long Sword just has a smaller hilt and is also covered in dark brown leather, though Bardrin only got it made that way for design instead of comfort.

Appearance: Tall and muscular is a simple way of describing the young soldier Bardrin. He didn't intend to be so muscular, but after using a great sword so much, his body built muscle to hold it up so that Bardrin could swing the mighty blade. And from being outside, practicing using the blade, his skin has gotten a nice looking tan color, but along his forearms are a couple of scars from getting cut during practice sessions. You don't see the scars much because he usually covers his forearms in black leather bracers. Bardrin's attire usually includes a white long-sleeved shirt with a thick black leather vest to cover his torso. Loose black pants cover his legs with his Long Sword attached to his waist and to protect the soles of his feet are a pair of black combat boots.

Bardrin's head is large enough to fit his body and egg shaped. His hair is kept short and is naturally spiked. Under a pair of semi-bushy eyebrows are two coffee brown eyes that are separated by a normal sized nose. His head is upon a short neck and on his back, just below his neck are a pair of large eagle shaped wings. The feathers at the top of the large wings are black and as you reach the bottom of the wings they smoothly change into a light brown color. He got the idea of his swords blade part being black and then the hilt being brown came from the coloring of his wings.

Personality: Bardrin is a very quiet person. Growing up in the land of Gregar, his parents always to him to only speak when spoken to and since then he has followed the rule his mother and father told him to follow. Even though Bardrin is very quiet, he makes friends easily. Mainly because he was also thought to be very polite to others and treat them with respect. By following these two rules, Bardrin doesn't have many friends but he keeps those friends close easily. Bardrin is also a very intelligent man. At one point in his life he had thought of traveling to the land named Beta to become a scholar, but changed his mind and became a soldier instead to follow in his father's footsteps. That intelligence hasn't gone to waste though, as he uses a lot of it to plan attack strategies with others.

Bardrin is a tough and hard-working person. Since becoming a soldier, he has tried his hardest to become a powerful and useful soldier by training during any free time that he has. Usually to do this, Bardrin chooses great people that he knows and works hard to match his or her skills and then overcome them. He also does this to try and block or overcome any weaknesses he may have, but that doesn't work out so well as he still has a few weaknesses physically, mentally, and socially.

History: Bardrin was born into a family of nothing but soldiers. His parents, Johan and Lily Karson, wanted to start a tradition by having every new Karson become a soldier once they were old enough and then began to have children. To their surprise, the couple had twins who they later named Bardrin and Alfred Karson. Throughout Bardrin's whole life his parents made him follow certain rules to keep him under their complete control, the same with his brother. At the age of five, Bardrin's father had already started to train him with different weapons and basic battle strategies. When the twins had gotten into their late teens Alfred had decided that he didn't want to follow in his parents footsteps and instead wanted to just be a regular person and move to Tealia.

The whole rebellion of Alfred soon turned into a big feud between him and the parents. After about a year of fighting, Alfred was found dead about 2 miles away from the Karson family house. Nobody knows who killed him as the killer left no signs of his identity, but Bardrin believes that the person who did send Alfred to the great beyond was his parents. Bardrin never voiced his opinion to anyone as he was told only to speak when spoken to. When Bardrin was seventeen he started the same feud with his parents as he wanted to become a scholar, only this time it wasn't Bardrin who had been murdered, but his parents. Sky Pirates had passed by Gregar and just so happened to come across the Karson home. Bardrin had been out training the day of the attack so he knew nothing about the murder of his parents until he came home about a week later. It was then that Bardrin decided to follow in his parent's footsteps and become a soldier.

RP Sample: Just tell me if you want me to post one and I will.

Just realized I forgot to add the History section. Sorry guys. XD;

My sign up. It's not much, but I hope you like it.
Name: Taichi Suzuki
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: Underneath
Class: Soldier
Mahstion Type: Are Underneath's allowed Mahstion? If so, Lionus

Weapon Class: Taichi's weapon is somewhat of a Damp blood colored staff that is made out of metal. A weaponsmith fortanutely made it for him. It was his gift and his curse. Taichi must have control over his emotions in battle, due to the weaponsmith's warning. "If your emotions boil into anger and rage, the staff will be too heavy to lift.If so you manage to lift it, It will not be your will controlling it." Taichi has been well aware of this warning. It may look like an ordinary staff at first but when getting attacked, the pain is critical, even though it seems it hasnt pierced anything.

Appearance: https://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z177/thugondarel/Taichi.jpg
Taichi has hair as golden as the sun, with deep aquatic eyes and scars on both of his cheeks due to fatal grazes in battle. (Yes fatal 'grazes') He seems very comfortable in his red and black hoodie with blue baggy pants that cover about half of his feet. His armor is a blue metallic armor with a small silver chestplate and a matching visor and helmet. His wings, even though he has the element of light, he has been selected with black feathered wings as dark as the nights sky.

Personality: Being an Underneath wasn't easy for Taichi. This pretty much explains his personality. He is looking for a way out. Being known as a lower class being, speaks when it is needed. Calm and collective due to his weapon's rule. Not as much as adventurous, but crazy's more like it. Taichi goes through unbelievable things to reach a goal or to prove to someone that underneaths are somebody. He has formed the tragic hero role and hates deception.

History: When Taichi has come into birth of the Y.Z world, he was immediately shun by Beta's and Alta's. He was part Gregar, part Underneath. For some reason he was chosen for only one dark feathered wing but stables the element of Lionus. Growing up, Taichi's goal was to prove that even though he was an Underneath, he still was a being nonetheless. Determined, he was trained to fight with a weapon at age 15. A weaponsmith gave him a very particular red staff. The weaponsmith gave him a warning that the staff's control and power depend on the emotions of the user. If Taichi were to ever boil in an unmattered and unstabled rage. His staff would eventually be the death of him. Taichi has controlled himself well. The past three years have still been normal....normal for an Underneath that is. Now, lately the sky is flashing lightning and worlds are dropping down from the Alta's Beta's and the Gregar's and into near the land of Underneaths. A few minutes later, a white and black shaped dot appeared on his forehead. What was it doing there? Why is it there? How are lands dropping and skies erupting strangely. Who may be responsible. So many questions, but for an Underneath, questions NEEDED answers.


sample:Do you need?

Sorry for Rosaline's lacking personality and weird attire. Her outfit will change shortly after the RP starts. When it does, I'll update the appearance section. XD

Just to clear a few things up...
Fashion: There is no definite fashion, people just wear whatever.
Technology: There is some, simpler technology such as fridges and lights, but most resources haven't been focused on weapons and junk, so guns and nukes and such don't exist.

Taichi, can you give me a sample?

And here are my two. Prone to editing, because I just wanted to throw something out there. XD

Name: Rosaline Dian (Goes by Rosa or Rose for short)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Nationality: Carn
Class: Second daughter of the King; Tylonstus sacrifice
Mahstion Type: Lionus

Weapon Class:
Rosaline does not possess any form of weaponry, since she has been cut off from the world for most of her life. Since she was just going to be used as a sacrifice anyways, she was never taught how to wield a weapon, but instead learned how to play the flute. She found, after she got good, that she could use the flute to tap into her mahstion. Like many, it was hard for her to tap into mahstion by will alone, and thus she started using the flute alongside her mahstion. The flute itself is pure black with a white pattern overtop of it depicting a rose on each side of the instrument.

Appearance:
Neglected from birth and locked away, Rosaline has grown up in a very harsh environment. Reflected as such, she appears that way. At first glance, you could easily tell what her living conditions are like. Rosaline was not raised on the some diet as everyone else, and is very thin and frail because of that. She stands at a height of 5'8". She has blue eyes, and long, straight hair in a colouring that almost seems like a navy blue, with dust and dirt always making the colour seem almost a mix of blue and brown. She has long bangs that are parted to the sides of her head, and she wears a white bandanna over her head with the black rose embedded on it. This signifies that she is the sacrifice of her generation. She is dressed in nothing other than a white tee shirt that is about four sizes too large for her, with a pair of really short shorts. That's fine, however, since the shirt goes down to about her knees anyways. She has a pair of brown sandals. And thats about it for the outfit. One thing that makes her unique from other citizens of Carn, is that she lacks the black rose on her left hand. This is because the sacrifice is to be treated lower than the citizens, and so it doesn't receive the same privileges. Rosa's wings, like all of those born of the royal family, are feathered, and pure white. They span approximately eight feet when she has them fully out.

Personality:
Having little human contact for the past fifteen years, Rosaline is socially awkward. She is unable to hold a conversation for long, and she sees most people as something to be afraid of. The only person she really trusts and is capable of talking to is the nanny that looked after her in her cell when she was younger. Through this nanny, she heard stories of the world. This nanny was also the only person who ever told her she wasn't born for the soul purpose of dying. Quiet, but curious, it could take a bit of time in the real world for her real personality to surface.

History:
From the moment she was born, Rosaline was told she was born to die. You see, a kingdom following the religion of Tylonstus was required to provide one sacrifice for the god once every fifty years. However, they couldn't just be any person. It had to be the King's second born daughter, on her sixteenth birthday at midnight. For the fifteen years prior, to save heartache for people that could get to know the person (which also prevented any attempts of people trying to stop the sacrifice), the sacrifice was to be kept locked up until the day of their death, the only human contact allowed being a nanny until they were the age of ten, and the occasional guard dropping off her food rations for the month, which usually consisted of only bread and water. Rosaline went through this experience exactly, and because of it she knows little of the world, just that her father hates her and that she lives to die. Oftentimes when she grew older, she would lie in her cot and cry for hours at a time, and has the time of her sacrifice drew closer, she contemplated suicide. The truth behind everything is that the sacrifice is a citywide event. Everyone knows who the sacrifice is, and what she looks like, in case she was ever to escape. When she was sacrificed, everyone from all over Carn came to see. It was truly barbaric for such a culture.



Name: Reid Davies
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Nationality: Underneath; Honorary citizen of Tealia
Class: Tealia Special Forces Agent
Mahstion Type: Wionus

Weapon Class:
Reid specializes in the use of a bow. The particular bow he prefers to use is an ordinary longbow. By combining his shots with his mahstion, he is capable of manipulating the paths of the arrows he fires, as well as their speed. He can even manipulate them so that he'll never miss their target. The flaw with this choice in weapon is that if he is cut off from the wind, Reid's mahstion is useless, and his archery skills drop dramatically. Since a bow is basically useless in close quarters, Reid also carries a kris dagger.

Appearance:
Reid stands at the height of 5'5", and has tall, spiky, brown hair. His eyes are green, and a pair of goggles rest on the border of his forehead and his hair. The goggles are thick, with white rims and orange lenses, and they are attached to his head through the means of a black, elastic strap. He wears the official silk scarf of the Tealian Special Forces around his neck: a red scarf with white stars lined across it horizontally, and a tulip at the end. The rest of his outfit isn't really special. He wears an open black jacket overtop of a white shirt, and he wears a pair of beige cargo shorts that go just past his knees, and are really baggy. Reid also has a pair of black skateboard shoes on, white socks underneath. In a scabbard on the right side of his waist, his kris dagger sleeps. Normally strapped to his back is a long red board at about 5'5" in length, and about as wide as his torso. It has footholds in the center, and the belly of the board is smooth and white. The board itself is made out of a durable material known as taniet. Attached to upper side of the board is the longbow he uses in a location that makes it easy to reach.. He had a brown quiver in between the board and her back for easy arrow access when need be.

Personality:
Despite his profession, Reid is still a kid, and still acts like it most of the time. Sure, he can act pretty serious during missions if he has to be, but he is a very curious person who doesn't know when to leave well enough alone. Naive and headstrong, Reid tends to let his emotions get the better of him, which makes for poor performance sometimes. He finds joy in the simplest things, and when it comes to technology he drops everything he is doing to check it out. Reid is also the type of person who just can't stand by when someone is in trouble. Despite all of this, he isn't an idiot. He knows when he's outnumbered, and he's very skilled with wionus. He can even act very mature from time to time if he has to... until someone embarrasses him and he loses it.

History:
Ever since he was little, Reid had an interest in mahstion based technology. Flying machines, refrigerators, even lights, he found it all fascinating. He originally attempted to pursue a career in work in this area, but living in poverty in the Underneath made that extremely difficult. Reid's favorite pastime was sky surfing, a sport he invented himself with the use of wionus. He found he could use wionus to lift a board into the air, and control it's height, direction, and speed. One day, the group of sky pirates know as the Raven Claws found him boarding, and they decided to recruit him. Here he got to tinker with mahstion technology all he wanted, and soon took up work as the ship's mechanic. At the age of thirteen, however, he abandoned ship and took up work for Tealia as a special forces agent. He never revealed to anyone why he decided to do this, but that didn't change the fact that he did. Recently, he was assigned a mission involving Carn's Tylonstus sacrifice...

Name: Ivan Rosswood
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: Beta
Class: Citizen
Mahstion Type: Wation
Weapon Class: Sword
Appearance:
Personality: Ivan enjoys just laying back with his friends. Whenever he's not just laying around he's sparring to become stronger, and stronger. Ivan can be very sensetive
History: Ivan lives alone because his parents were killed by the denizens of the Underneath. Ivan trains to travel down ther some day to avenge his parents.
RP Sample:

Oh sure...you just forgot. xP Well, I've edited mine. Is that better? :3 I'd apologize for Faewyn's attire too, but it was meant to be weird so I won't. Incidentally, has anyone else noticed that the only female characters in the RP are played by guys and the only female RPer is playing a male character? Yay for gender bending. xD

Gotta do yarwork, so don't forget me. X3 I'll owkr on a signup momentarily.

Form 1

Name: Kanga Corbin Hikaru

Nicknames: KC (Casey) or Little Raven

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Nationality: Underneath

Class: Sky Pirate/ Theif

Mahstion Type: Fionus

Weapon Class: Kanga uses twin blades to do her bidding, though she is skilled at many swift weapons such as knives, rapiers and claws, she much prefers the light, but solid feel of two swords in her hands. Her swords are made of fine silver for the blade and a smooth wood for the handle, which ironically is carved into a raven's upper body, the wings spreading out so that Kanga can get a firm grip on the handle. It has been colored black and carved with remarkable care in order to gain all the detail of a live Raven, but the eye is a very rare blood red ruby, which Kanga takes incredible care of.

Appearance: Kanga has shoulder length black hair which is specked with silver in multiple places, it also spikes out at its own accord to create some wild style that Kanga can call her own. Behind her left ear she wears a pair of black raven's feathers and another pair is worn as part of a scraggy old necklace which lies beneath her black bandana. Her eyes are the same blood red color as the ruby embedded into her swords handle and are enough to intimidate even the most vicious of opponents. Her skin is stark white, enough for many to think she is apart of the undead and if that isn't enough, the fairly long canines she bares aren't exactly comforting in relieving her of such suspicions.

She wears simple attire which consists of a black crop top, which comes to a stop above her pierced belly button and just below her rib cage. A shorter leather jacket covers her skinny, pale arms and is not short of a few rips and tears. A black studded belt keeps her baggy black pants in check, which are then tucked into a pair of clumpy black boots with silver clasps. Her pants play host to a jumble of pockets and multiple chains and other leather belts which hold the sheath's of her twin blades and a leather pouch for storing key items. She also owns a longer leather trench coat for stormier times.

Accessories include many leather bracelets and piercing, two of which are hoops that run through the top of her left ear. The ruby piercing of her bellybutton and the matching tongue piercing. A gold ring sits on her right index finger given to her by her brother, Corbin. A black Raven tattoo is evident coiling around her pierced bellybutton on the right hand side.

Personality: Out of the two twins, Kanga is the more cunning and sly of the two. She isn't much of a fighter, but she is swift and immaculate at coming up with ideas and strategies that would not land her group in trouble, but still gain that which they had set out for. She likes the quiet and sneaky approach rather than the brute strength, charge in approach. But when she is angered, she would not think twice but to start a fight, especially when it puts someone she cares for in danger, such as her brother. She is sarcastic and dry humored, never hesitating to take laugh at or taunt an enemy. She is wise beyond her years and has probably experienced more in life than what someone three times her age has.

Though she is a thief and a rather dark character, she would not wish death on the innocent, even if they do bare wings, but she would gladly cause them some sort of misery, be it taking something valuable or taking hostage. Out of the two, she is the most caring and by far the most up beat and lively. She is the one of the two who is the less sick minded, but normally the brains behind the kidnappings and thievery. Her relationship with her brother is a mutual one, they share equal responsibilities, share half the earnings and share the work, but Corbin being the first born of the two twins is the one most in charge and though Kanga is quite the intellectual, Corbin nearly always has to keep her in control as she has a tendency to loose her temper or get a little to hyper and even a little too caring of what her brother plans.

History:

Form 2

Name: Corbin Kanga Hikaru
Nicknames: CK or Big Raven
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: Underneath
Class: Sky Pirate/ Pilot
Mahstion Type: Dation
Weapon Class: Lance
Appearance: (Don't forget to explain the wings in detail)
Personality:
History:


Will edit, they are twins if you hadn't guessed.

Name: Alicilante [Alicel - Ah-li-cell] Florinen Svartel
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Nationality: Alta
Class: Citizen
Mahstion Type: Wation

Weapon Class: Alicel uses a whip that is a pure white in color, and shares the same iridescent sheen as her wings. The whip is triple her height, so it's not very usually unravelled all the way during use, as it's too long to handle at full length.

Appearance: Alicel has a very plain appearance, her pale blonde hair seemingly white and her delicate frame seemingly too thin for her own good. She keeps her hair down, slightly wavy at the ends but straight otherwise, her bangs framing her face and falling in between her icy cold eyes which are usually half closed to make them seem softer and less sharp. Her lips are graced with a pale, shimmer gloss which are always stretched into a gentle smile that can calm the cries of most any child. Alicel has a crazy assortment of clothes that changes almost everyday, but it's never too flashy, and usually consists of pastel colors, a skirt, and a plain top. Most often she is wearing a pair of gray heeled boots, and white stockings that reach her upper thigh's. A bluish lavender skirt is usually around her waist, the wavy folds just long enough to cover part of her white stockings. Alicel's liking for pastel colors shows in her usual cream colored shirt, with a loose collar and wide sleeves which leave the shirt loose and comfortable. When it's cold enough, Alicel wears a pale lavender scarf which is exactly three shades lighter then her skirt, and her thin bony wrists sometimes carry the burden of two silver bangles on either wrist. Her delicate hands usually have a clear coat of nailpolish on them, though it's hardly noticeable.

Alicel's wings are practically invisible, only seen by their iridescent sheen. By what you can see, they look to be made of scales, rather then feathers, and have no frame. They simply seem to jut out of her back, the pair of wings small and hard to notice. However, strangely, her left hand has rather ugly burn marks all over the back of her hand, so she wears a simple white or black fingerless glove to cover it up.

Personality:At first glance, Alicel is easy to understand. She's a polite and mannerly girl who always says and does the right things.

With a laid-back personality, Alicel may seem like she has a flat string of reactions, which is almost always a quiet smile and gentle response. She always tries her best to please the people around her, whether they're foe or friend, and even though with her whacked out sense of humor and complete lack of common sense, the joke is usually on her. She'll laugh at just about anything that's not funny, and usually stays silent at things that are funny. An odd person, Alicel is seemingly the ideal person, and she's always the first to try and cheer someone up. She rarely expresses any emotion in excess, other then a calm ditzy aura, giving most people the impression that she's not a very smart person, when the truth is that she's frighteningly intelligent. Alicel is unbelieveably gullible, helpless in stressing situations, and mostly only good for a laugh at her expense, or for moral support.

Even so, Alicel is a strange girl, who rarely puts all her trust in anyone. Her personality bounces off all sides of the walls, and perhaps the only insight to her true personality is her icy cold eyes. In reality, Alicel is an excellent actress, changing her personality and appearance so that she is more easily accepted by the people she meets. In reality, Alicel is a monster. She is envious of everyone around her, and is a very calculating person who can find to way to be jealous of just about everyone she even glances at. A good way to understand Alicel's true personality is to find the opposite of her fake one. She loves to antagonize people, has absolutely no sense of humor, and is far from a dream girl. She doesn't hesitate to make someone miserable for her own ego, and has a very low self-esteem which is more dangerous for others, then herself, due to her ruthless and selfish goals. Arrogant at heart, Alicel goes about judging people by first impressions, even though she gives everyone the impression that she always gives the benefit of the doubt.

Her short attention span, coupled with her rude bluntness, can make a very frustrating combination when Alicel isn't pretending, though, this is a rare instance.

History: Alicel grew up surrounded by green. As a child, her questions as to why her left hand was so mangled were answered with the point, "Your parents both had the same hands. Don't worry about it." However, this sparked a curiousity in Alicel. Her parents didn't have left hands like hers. They were unblemished and as perfect as the rest of her skin. But only a child, she left the subject discarded, and never brought it up until she was finally old enough to understand what that meant. At the age of 13, she confronted her 'parents' about their past statement and was told that she was indeed, not truly of the Florinen family, but an ancient family who had fled from Carn and Carn's religious ways. She was told that the family she originated from was the Svartel family, a twisted family that was insane, and even after they fled from the Carn practices and changed their names, they still burned any child's left hand, to remind them of their ancestor's suffering.

Alicel was consumed, and looked up everything and anything about the Svartel family, even taking a short break to Carn to look around in the libraries there. She is very easily the most knowledgable girl in the world about the 'extinct' Svartel family, but was ultimately unsuccessful in finding the only other Svartel in the world she had read about, finding only a destroyed church in the site where he was said to reside. After her failure in finding the other Svartel, Alicel dropped the subject entirely, living her life as a Florinen, and blocking out any thoughts of the Svartel Family, trying to concentrate on the present. However, in reality, Alicel's root of jealousy and envy for everything and anything sprouts from her knowledge that she is ultimately a descendant of a ridiculed family who had to discard their name to live normal lives. Embarassed that this was her origin, she could no longer relate to anyone around her, and resorted to envying them.

Jyukai: Accepted, on both accounts.
Alter Ego: Obviously accepted, since your one sign-up is the size of my two combined.
Lex Rextron: Reserved. I still need to see a History.
Taichi: I'm sorry, but you're declined. You have potential, but your sign-up was lacking, and if you had taking the time to thoroughly read the first post, you would have known Underneath citizens have mahstion. That shows me that you aren't capable of thoroughly reading something and taking in all of the required details.
AnimeHero: WAY too short and detail lacking. Declined.
Shiney: Reserved.
Iruka: Accepted.

Anyways, I may start it tonight, I may start it in the morning. We'll see how I feel. XD

Name: Bob "Bobby Roze" Rose

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Nationality: Carn

Class: Fighter/Footpad

Mahstion Type: Eation

Weapon Class: Bobby's light sword has a fairly thin blade, perfect for a one-handed use. He uses it in sync with his Mashtion to warp the blade slightly depending on the circumstances. Such as curving it, or adding a coating to it, making it appear like a short hiking stick. Attached to the pommel is a short wrist strap, which allows him to occasionally strike or move in ways that are hard for traditionalist fighters to anticipate as well as being easier to work with having only one hand.

Appearance: Bobby looks normal at a first glance, but under severe scrutiny, is quite an unsettling individual. His dark brown hair is mostly unkempt, if clean, hanging at a few inches long however gravity or wind leaves it. His hazelish eyes, brown near the edges, going to dark green, then bright yellowish green near the center are always bloodshot, and he seems to have a blank gaze more often than not. His skin is tanned on his arms legs and face, but a nearly pasty white underneath his clothes, with a great deal of sores on his arms and back. He always wears similar outfits of short sleeved shirts and denim slacks that hang somewhat loosely, kept in place with a black cloth belt with a brass buckle, with a very simple square design. Over which, he occasionally wears long coats that have a slightly longer left sleeve than right in dark, but bold colors, particularly earthy tones. And almost always, the same durable work boots that go halfway up his calf. Another prominent feature is his left hand, or lack thereof. A long-healed scar, his left arm ends abruptly in a stump where his wrist should be, the violent scarring left at the stump hinting at a very violent removal, as opposed to a clean cut. If someone were to examine his wrist bones with Mashtion, they'd find the marks of a brutal attempt to saw the hand off left on the bone. This is why his left sleeves are long to hide the lack of a hand, and the stump itself is wrapped in studded leather. His wings, not quite as large as the royal family's stretch to just under seven feet, with large soft brown feathers the same shade as his hair, almost like an owl's wings. Their only really defining feature are a few tinges of russet in with the brown, fading in very well, and only really visible in bright light.

Personality: Bobby's admittedly bitter when it comes to the world. He's admittedly spiteful, and will go to nearly any length to "settle matters and grievances" as he sees it. Among his few passions in life, vengeance is foremost in them, as is spite. His hand is signal enough of that. He rarely gets sleep, and can snap at people at little provocation, or just as likely mumble things that make no sense. He occasionally hallucinates, but they rarely get in his way. He's disdainful of his fellow countrymen for their self-restriction, but shows no true love or trust for anyone else, either. Mostly, his distance is just a shell to hide his anger, and sadness. Not to mention being utterly alone.

History: Bob grew up as a successful heir apparent to a semi-wealthy family in Carn, and seemed perfectly groomed for a a high ranking scout position. However, as he grew into adolescence, he, as most teenagers do, began to question what had been previously unquestionable beliefs. This meant many long nights of excruciating pain from his tattoo. However, ever pain was a prickling needle to both his anger, and his sense of spite. This in itself drove him half mad, both with pain and anger until at last, it came to the point where he had to do something. At the time, his mindset was to show everyone, that they didn't DARE try to control his mind. In a mere hour alone with a hack-saw, he had removed the tattoo of the black rose on his left hand. By removing the entire hand.

Finally free from being forcibly controlled, he was ready to resume life as normal. However, his parents resented him for what he had done, his military tutors refused to teach him, and after a lot of social pressure from their peers, his parents finally disowned him. Feeling betrayed by everyone, dumped alone into the world with no friends, he quickly set to murdering in the night, stalking in dark corners for the money for his meals, eventually earning enough for a trip to Gregar, where he spent nearly all his time unsuccessfully searching through religious writings for hopes of a key to improving his life. He's working on saving up for another, but his cynicism is slowly getting the better of him.

[OOC: No guns? You're doing this to spite me, aren't you? No matter. It's only a matter of time before Aleks here finally figures out just what makes a Kalashnikov rifle tick.]

Name: Aleksandra Ivanovna Zaitseva

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Nationality: Underneath (ex-Carn)

Class: Scholar, part-time sky pirate

Mahstion Type: Lionus

Weapon Class: Aleks is a knife enthusiast and has been known to carry at least three different blades: an authentic United States Marine Corps KA-BAR utility knife and Hanyang Arsenal sword bayonet, both dating from the A.D. period, and a reproduction Gerber Mark II dagger.

Appearance: Aleks is a woman of average height and weight, 5'7" and weighing in at exactly 120 lbs, with bright sapphire-coloured eyes, a fair complexion, a thinly-built frame, and a 34" bust; her straight platinum-blonde hair drops down slightly past her shoulders. Her cherubic and demure countenance, however, is contrasted by her choice of clothing. Her daily attire is an exacting reproduction of a Soviet Naval Infantry battle dress uniform: camouflage-patterned shirt and pants, blue-and-white striped undershirt, black leather belt with gold buckle, black leather boots, and black felt beret.

Remarkably, Aleks lacks the wings and black rose tattoo that mark those of Carn heritage. She severed her own wings in order to blend in better among the residents of the Underneath, while she had the tattoo disenchanted and removed in a lengthy procedure that nearly killed her in the process; she still bears the scars of those procedures on her back and the back of her left hand.

Personality: For most intents and purposes, Aleks is the personification of cold, analytical thinking taken to its utmost extreme. Completely indifferent to the world around her, all she is concered about is sating her endless curiosity by accumulating as much knowledge as possible, by any and all means necessary. She views the world around her as a laboratory of infinite size, with the people and things in it simply as additional test subjects for her experiments. Her interests, while widespread, tend to lean towards machinery and martial pursuits; she is particularly fascinated by the military history of the A.D. period, especially where arms and armour are concerned (one of her current pursuits is attempting to figure out the operating priciples of firearms).

Due to her utter lack of empathy, Aleks finds it extremely difficult to communicate with other people. When she does speak, she does so in an extremely direct and straightforward (some would say rude) manner, with a distinctly dispassionate air about her; however, she tends to get extremely annoyed at even the slightest sign of ignorance, inattentiveness, and/or anti-intellectualism on the part of other people. She does have a (rather caustic) sense of humour, though her detached demeanor makes it near-impossible to tell whether she's actually joking or not.

History: Aleksandra Zaitseva made the mistake of being an atheist in a totalitarian, fundamentalist theocracy. While the Zaitsev family had always been notorious for its scientific mindset and its desire for religious and governmental reform (and suffered for it accordingly via the dark enchantments on their black rose brands), Aleks was perhaps the first individual in recorded Carn history to openly renounce the existence of the "deity" Tylonstus. Her heresy couldn't have come at a worse time, seeing as she made her proclamation right before the very outset of the Tealia-Carn conflict. Seizing the opportunity to make an example out of her, a Carn Royal Guard unit had her arrested, subjected to a mock trial, and imprisoned for "treason"; while incarcerated, she was subjected to various abuses and tortures, not the least of which was watching her parents getting executed before her very eyes. Despite this, she stoically soldiered on until she managed to escape during a Tealian black-ops raid on the prison camp holding her.

After fleeing from Carn, Aleks first settled in the nation of Beta, where she had her black rose tattoo removed (at great risk to both herself and the personnel performing the procedure) and assumed the guise of a simple scholar named Maria Ivanova. As Maria Ivanova, she took extremely quickly to her studies, eagerly consuming any and all knowledge she could get her hands on; she was particularly intrigued by human history of the A.D. period, specifically warfare and weaponry. When Carn Royal Guard agents eventually caught on to Aleks' presence in Beta, she simply made her way down to the Underneath, cut off her wings, and fell in with a group of sky pirates based out of what used to be Moscow, Russia.

RP Sample: [Do I still need one?]

OOC: Shiney, accepted.
Jack, accepted. You might get a chance for guns later. It depends if we make it that far in the plot. XD

"If there is evil in this world, it lies in the hearts of men." -Tales of Phantasia

December 31st, 199Y.Z. - In an airspace near the capital of Carn, Nephistos
"Reid! How are you doing? Run into any problems yet?" The headphone boomed into the brown haired boy's ear, startling him to the point where he shifted his stance on the airboard uncomfortably as if the sound had awaken him from a trance. He brought his right hand up to the goggle of the same side, an readjusted it so it fit snugly over his eye, before pressing a small switch on the side. On the right lens, he could now see the number 9500 displayed in LCD number on the bottom left. The goggles were an artifact of long ago, something rarely found in this day and age.

"I'm at 9500 feet, just 500 feet above Nephistos. Winds are at a reasonable speed of 45km/h, and the sun has set. I am left with only the lighting of the city below. I have located the pedestal of which the sacrifice, Rosaline Dian, will be sacrificed on in twenty minutes. Security is strong, and since it's Carn, I can assume most of them specialize in Dation. My objective is this: Retrieve the sacrifice before she is killed, and transport her back to Meredy safely. My mission is a failure if the sacrifice is killed, I am killed, or either of us are captured, correct?" The boy replied, almost robotically, as he took a seat on the edge of his board and removed a pair of binoculars from the right pocket of his jacket, and gazed out over the lit up city at his target. Nephistos, being the capital, was a pointlessly large city, and was the premier stop for anyone who followed Tylonisity. It was made up of many gothic style churches and the residential areas were made up of many expensive looking houses in many different styles. Almost like someone had taken a bunch of pictures of old architecture, and melded them into one picture. The target location was none other than the King's favorite place, the ruins of Notre-Dame. They were located right before the King's large, Medieval style castle, complete with four towers and a moat. Little remained of the cathedral other than the base. The towers had crumbled and collapsed years ago, and it was almost creepy to look at. In fact, this city would normally be considered beautiful. However, with what was about to take place, beautiful was hardly the word to describe it.

"Yes, exactly. However, your rest location has been altered. It was originally Alto, but Carn successfully took custody of the nation a few hours ago. It would not be wise to stop there. Now, you'll be resting on the Autonomy, a ship of the sky pirates, the Raven Claws." If Reid had a drink he probably would have spit it out at this point. He had originally served as a mechanic on that very ship, but snuck away a few years ago. This was abandonment to them, but if they were working in conjunction with the Tealian Special Forces, perhaps they would refrain from harming him... "It seems we have a common goal with them this time, though I suggest keeping Ms. Dian close to you while aboard that ship. I'm not exactly sure why they want this sacrifice stopped. Be careful, Reid. Also, do NOT forget to hide your scarf. If they were to find out it was the work of Tealia, they would surely charge into another war with us! With that being said, I will see you when you get back!" The headphone cut off, giving Reid no time to protest. I guess there's nothing to do now but wait... He thought to himself as he waited for the time to tick by.

Cell of Tylonstus, 11:50pm
"Madam, are you ready?" An old, raspy, female voice called from outside the thick, steel door. The girl stirring in the darkness did not reply, and the woman walked in anyways. She was an elderly looking woman, dressed in a plain white robe with a hood over her head. Her grey hair spilled out of the sides of the hood down to her sandaled feet, and her feathered wings taking a similar grey colouring. She approached the darkness, and grabbed hold of an arm within. As the arm was pulled into the light, it was shown to be a dainty one, with perfectly manicured fingernails, and skin so pale it was nearly white, like it had never seen sunlight before. A girl followed the arm. She was, to put it quite bluntly, a mess. She had dark blue hair that almost looked brown with the amount of filthy present in it, and you could even see the dust present on her soft face. She was dressed in a white shirt that was at least five sizes too big for her, falling down to her knees, and stained brown, and even her beautiful white wings were covered with a light dusting of brown, the odd few feathers missing here and there. She put up no fight, but rather followed without instruction out the door and into the real world for the first time in her life. The woman then entered a large brown carriage, beckoning the girl to come in after her. As the door was shut, and the carriage finally began, the two finally began to talk. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? If you want to run away now, I won't make any attempt to stop you..." The woman asked.

However, the girl shook her head from side to side in response, and finally opened her mouth. "I'd have nowhere to go. I know nothing of the world, and I have no real family. I was born to die, that's my purpose in this world."

"I see, and you really believe that?" The girl nodded her head. "Then I won't ask again... Ah, we're here..." Rose opened the door on her side, and stepped out to find herself just before a pedestal, masses and masses of people behind her. Some were cheering, some were booing, it all depended on how they interpreted this offering. A fairly large man wearing nothing but a white dress shirt and black dress pants underneath a robe approached the girl. While he was bald, he had a very long, black mustache that curled just above his lip, and he held a large golden staff in his right arm. He took Rose's hand and led her to the top of the pedestal, where he pressed a button on the staff which triggered a sharp, dagger like blade shooting from top.

"People of Carn!" The high priest's voice boomed as he threw his arms in the air, quieting the large, noisy crowd below. Sitting in a large throne before the crowd was the King himself, there to see his second daughter's blood spilled. His first daughter, Juliet, was not present for she was against the whole thing in the first place. She had visited Rose from time to time, and didn't want to see her only sister killed. The bishop put his staff on an angle, so that the blade was just before Rosaline's neck. The girl showed no change in emotion, a blank look still on her face with her arms tied behind her back, and her wings pinned back. "I give to you, the fourth offering of Tylonstus, Rosaline Dian, second daughter of King Dian!" The King gave a large grin at the mention of his name. He was a large man, muscular wise. In fact, he was quite the giant. He had large white wings, and long black hair that flowed down his black, a large crown on his head. He was dressed in your usual kingly robe, made of purple and dark blue materials, and a huge sword was seen at his waist for any soul unfortunate and stupid enough to try and attack him. The King raised his large, bulky hand to signal the sacrifice, and the sound of a life ending was heard.

However, it was not Rose's life. The priests staff fell out of his hands to the ground, as his body fell soon after, a large wooden arrow protruding from his chest. The crowd instantly became silent, not exactly sure how to respond to what was going on. Some began to flee for the exits, while the Carn soldiers began making attempts to scout for the killer. Rose just stood there, in shock about what was going on. Was someone trying to save her life? Her life that had no meaning? In the midst of the chaos, something took hold of her shirt and pulled her backwards off the pedestal, and onto the ground. When Rose opened her eyes again, she found herself looking up at the face of a boy. He had spiky brown hair, and a pair of goggles rested on his forehead. "Uh... sorry. Didn't really have any other way of getting you down without being seen, you see. Can you fly if I untie your wings?" Rose shook her head, indicating a negative response. "That's right, I guess you wouldn't have learned, being trapped in a cell all your life..." She could tell this boy was wingless, and she was very curious as to how he'd snuck in. Her question was answered however, as he threw a red board on the ground and cut the rope tying her arms together. He then proceeded by pulling a badge out of his coat pocket and showing it to her. "Teal Special Forces. My name is Reid Davies, and I'm a B class Wionus user. Now, if you'd please get on the board after me and hold on tight..." He stepped onto the board, and she stepped on behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. Getting out of there was going to be a gamble...

Reid closed his eyes for a second, and the sound of wind rushing below them was heard. The sound intensified, and the board began lifting up into the air until it they were visible to everyone, including the King, who took out his sword in an outrage. Reid, on the other hand, paid it no mind and took off, leaving a storm of chaos in his wake. The two flew for about six hours, and the entire time the girl didn't speak, no matter how many times Reid attempted to make her do so. Eventually, they reached halfway to the ship, just barely at the border between Carn and Tealia. The sun was rising, and the world below them was a breathtaking sight, covered in fluffy white clouds. They were close to Alta at this point, maybe fifty kilometers to the north, and that was as close as Reid was intending on going. He was to meet the ship 3/4 of the way to Meredy, which meant he still had at least a three hour flight ahead of him. That was when things went awry, though. As if out of nowhere, the sky flashed yellow for a few moments, forcing the two to double over in pain. It was excruciating, especially in their heads. As you can imagine, doubling over on a board 9000 feet in the air was never a good thing, especially when you're knocked unconscious. The two plunged towards the ground below, no way to save themselves...

OOC: So, your characters don't have to become unconscious, mine just are due to fatigue. Now, who's going to be nice and save my characters? Maybe even dress Rose up in some decent clothes? XD
Don't forget you'll get the dot after the pain. The only mahstion type that's colour shouldn't be obvious is Wionus, and the colour for it is green.

OOC: Why, Alicel will, since she lives in Alta. ^^ So I have dibs. ;3 Post coming~!
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