The Rori Saga [PG-15]

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    OOC: Holy crap! Me and david are whipping up an RP storm!

    Several teens, some good friends, some barely more than aqqauinted, for some reason or another have decided to look through an old shop on a corner in the city. Not the smartest descision, as they should know from reading books.

    When wandering through the shop, one young man happens to find what appears to be a giant, golden, clock, and curious, he moves the pendulum. (Curse you, david!) And promptly, everyone blacks out. We wake up in an area that appears to be like a beach, except that the sand seems to stretch endlessly towards the oposite horizon, with a lage city in the distance, but not the city we're used to. It seemed rustic, with stone houses, guard towers, a stone wall, and even what seemed to be a palace in it's center!


    Eventually we will learn that we've found ourselves in another world, known as Rori. Here, sorcery and the sword rules. Moreover, we find that since we've been transported, we have a certain knack for abilities, be it a weapon, or a form of magic. Each of us must make a choice what to do, whether to stay here, and live as they will, or try to find a way to get back to the world they knew...


    Name:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Appearance:
    Personality:
    Abilties:
    History:
    Other:

    Sample:


    OOC: trying to make this more clear, due to severe lack of brain power.
     
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    Name: Lori Mofley
    Age: 15
    Gender: F
    Appearance:Click!
    Personality: Lori is one of those bookworm type of people...the kind that don't want to get involved into too much of anything or beyond her control for that matter. This is due to her low self confidence. She likes to express her opinion at times, but usually, she's quite timid. She hates randomness and impulsive decisions.

    Abilties: She gets the ability of alchemy, with equivelent echange of coure! :3

    History: Lori was born in an average middle-class family with not much to brag about. Her older brother Paul died two years ago due to a shooting, which turned Lori to become less confident than she was already. Because of how she looks sometimes, Lori has been at first glance considered as a boy. That doesn't phase her much though. Lori also helps out at a library and really enjoys it there. She doesn't have a wide group of friends, but she's perfectly fine with that.

    Other: None I can think of now .-.

    Sample: o.o?
     
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    Name: Shylocke Viron
    Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Shylocke has emerald green eyes the glisten in the dark. He wears a white suit all the time. He has short black hair to his neck and stands at about 5"2'.
    Personality: Shylocke is an outgoing boy with a talent for fighting. He always pretended he was using magic and played games with magic which lead him to think it was real.
    Abilties: Shylocke has a knack for both fighting and magic. But he is more skilled with magic because he always beleived it was real.
    History: Shylocke doesnt know much about his past.
    Other: N/A

    Sample: Shylocke was walking down the road to school as he usually did. He was wearing his white suit. He walked past the corner shop and stopped to have a look.
    "I've never been in here. Or rather i've been told never to, I wonder why?" He asked himself walking in.
    "Hello anyone here?" He called through the shop. He saw the various teens whilst walking through. He walked up to a big clock. Everyone was crowding around it.
    "Whats the fuss with a clock?" He asked. Someone moved the pendulum. Shylocke felt light headed.
    "Whats happeni... ahh" He gasped falling to the floor. He woke a good few hours later in what looked like a desert.
    "HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE!" He scremed looking around. He saw a big city in the distance but he knew it wasnt the one he was from. Where was he?
     
    Name: David
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: 5'11" with short red hair and deep blue eyes. David wears a navy blue shirt, with a small diagnol cross on the upper right. He always wears a pair of navy blue jeans, as well as black running shoes, and he wears a navy baseball cap, no symbols and such on it. He is medium built, and has a gold chain necklance on his neck, and a black watch on his left wrist.
    Personality: N/A
    Abilties: David gains the ability to effectively use a quarterstaff.
    History: David lives in an above-average family, meaning they aren't at the rich point, but they do better than most. He has basically lived a normal life, going to school, working, ect.
    Other:
     
    OOC: Everyone's accepted, and I'll hold a place for you Ookami. ^_^


    Name: Robert Price

    Age: 23

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: A lot has changed since robert enterred the world, namely, the fact that he's six years older, and has a small moustache, along with a small, if thick beard that match his glossy, dark brown hair. He still wears a trademark black, leather overcoat, and has glassy, hazel eyes.

    Personality: Dark and forboding, extremely introvert since coming here, though he used to be a nice person.

    Abilties: He became an ovalisk, for information on ovalisks, https://www.aeternalae.com/wiki/Ovalisk I'll explain the differences betwween ovalisks and my character soon, though.

    History: He had a typical life, homeschool, chores, internet friends, and videogames.

    IC: The dream was the same as it always had. I had come from somewhere else once, a long time ago. Grimacing, I got to my feet, and looked at the endless sand, and the endless ocean. Things shifted, time jumped. I found myself among small children, and I WAS one of them! Life was simply, and happy for a long time. Then, the black wagon came, and pain errupted everywhere, then sorrow for something I knew I had lost, though I had no idea what it was, and then hopeless rage, at anything I could vent it on began to roar through me.

    I snapped awake, and sighed. It was just another day, as it always was. Then a voice rang out in my mind. "It is far from ordinary, servant. Today we will have people within the city, possibly within the palace itself, if we do not act. Seek them out, and bring them to me, by any means neccisary." I blinked, and suddenly, I KNEW about the people I was supposed to bring. something seemed familiar about them, but I couldn't picture what...


    OOC: Robert just got unlucky, you weren't all here for a long time, in fact, you're arriving in the desert just now, all together. The thing is, robert just got thrown to another spot in time by the clock.
     
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    Name: Clive Sinclaire
    Age: 17
    Gender: male
    Appearance: Wears a tattered trench coat over a simple t-shirt and jeans. He has a scar down his left cheek. His hair is dirty blonde, and he wears a small pair of glasses over green eyes.
    Personality: Calm, morose, speaks is a kind of heavy voice, like he has a huge weight on his shoulders.
    Abilties: Already an acomplished martial artist in the real world, this world has given him incredible speed, as well as the ability to channel various energies around himself and his swords. He has a unique style of fighting that those who have seen it in action have christened him "The Dancer of Death."
    History: He speaks little of his past, but there seems to be a lot of it. While he believes that he's escaped his fate in this new world, he's starting to think that Earth and Rori are a lot more similar then he'd like...
    Other: He carries two long scimitars, and has a strange fascination with hindu mythology. He has christened the blades "Indra" and "Agni"

    Sample: PANDORA

    It was not an hour after seizing command of the Mantra that Lazarus received word of strange Manikans wandering about Ikebukuro Tunnel.

    He investigated...

    It was dark, too **** dark. He held up a small sphere and crushed it, immediatly filling the tunnel with light. He turned to his four Oni.

    "Split up. Search the area fully. Once your assigned rounds are completed, you three will take up residence here, to prevent anyone from going through."

    He turned to the large, black Oni. "But you...you will return to Ikubukuro. You skills will serve me well. You know your orders...carry them out!"

    Immiediatly the creatures faded into the shadows, as if they belonged there.

    Lazarus walked down a twisting corridor, frowning. This was ridiculous, the only Manikans he'd found were poor, wretched creatures who lived in fear of anything that moved. What could be down here to cause such rukus?

    He stopped, gasping. The walls were lined with blood. Whose?

    His eyes narrowed. He smelled something, something familiar. What could it be? It was an old scent, fading, but it lingered. There were many of them, maybe seven, maybe ten.

    He walked through a metal door, its rusty hinges creaking as he opened it. He walked in and stopped when he saw the room's occupant.

    The creature was almost beyond description. While he could make out the humanoid shape of the Manikan she had once been, so much alteration had been done, it would be almost mocking to call her that now.

    Was she living or was she machine? Gears, wires, all mishmashed on a steel carapace. Her...yes, her, it was distinctly female, or at least based on a female...so, her was the best he could come up with...her hands ended in claws, blood-stained claws. In her hand she clutched a small doll, and a piece of paper.

    In her other hand was a long, sharp needle, almost like a 5 foot sewing needle. But what made even him, an elder vampire who had seen hell and more, scared was her head...or lack thereof.

    Her neck, and upper body were covered in blood, and where her head should be was a television...the screen slightly cracked, but visible. It was blank, as if turned off, but he heard audio playing, a strange crackling sound. He listened for a minute the realized: It was sobbing. Or at least, making a badly tuned sound of sobbing.

    He gritted his teeth and walked forward. Suddenly the screen crackled on, and hissed...a hissing sound that brought both fear and sympathy to his heart. He stopped, holding his scyther defensivly, but not threateningly.

    "Who...what...who are you?"

    It looked at him, the screen showing a picture of a laughing skull, blood pouring out of its eyes. The demon rushed at him with surprising speed, lunging forward with the needle. He sidestepped and brought the scythe down on her back, cutting away a large, black box. There was a series of flashing and she fell down, crackling.

    He turned to her, and she looked up at him, the TV turning into a crying little girl. She spoke, the words coming from nowhere.

    "Location? Please, Location where?"

    He widened his eyes. "Y-you are safe. Right now, you are safe."

    "Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Death.No.Pain.Agony."

    It began to suddenly spasm, falling to the ground, a scream unlike anything Lazarus had ever heard erupting out. He fell to his knees, clutching his head.

    She stopped suddenly, the strange sobbing he'd heard when he entered resuming.

    "Pain...always pain.No reprieve.No release. None.none...none...no..." She stood up, crackling.

    "I...I know nothing..."

    He looked at her, he body still twitching...like the Manikans...that strange, spastic twitch. Her hands unclenched and the bloody piece of paper fell to the ground. He picked it up, reading.

    To my darling child, I wish you all the love in the world. Remember this day as the day freedom will be yours. In the darkness, evil will never find you as long as you remain pure.

    Happy Eighth Birthday,
    Mommy.

    He choked back a gasp. She...they did this to a child? Who?

    "Who did this?"

    She twitched.

    "Half.Incomplete.Tortured.No.Pain.Nothing.Empty.Full.Dark.Hungry.Hungy...Hunger.Nosferatu."

    He gasped. No...that scent...Nosferatu...

    The Children did this? The creature's that his master raised to be an honorable clan of the undead did THIS to a child.

    Anger filled him, his eyes glowing red. This...this was not even speakable! This broke every rule of science, alchemy and religion! With God as his witness, he would bring these fiends to justice!

    He stood up, looking at her.

    "What do you plan to do?"

    "Now.Regaining.Self."

    She looked at him.

    "I must have purpose. I have purpose. All life suffers pain. I will release it. Then my pain can be released."

    He smiled sadly.

    "I may be able to help. Join me, and we will find those who brought you pain."

    She looked up, the twitching stopping. Something cracked inside her body, and Lazarus now knew that her humanity...what was left of her innocence was now gone.

    "I shall join. You are one of unlife. You are already released."

    "Child, what is your name?"

    "...Pandora. My name...is Pandora."
     
    I had been wandering this odd, stone hallway for almost an hour now, a deep gash in my arm, a quarterstaff in my uninjured, right hand. I had awoken a while ago, only to find myself in unfamiliar surrounding. I had been attacked in a man in armor, at which time this quarterstaff appeared, and I somehow used it to fend him off, but I recieved the gash in my arm at the same time. Blood was dripping down my right arm, and I was tired. I also couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I was definatley regretting moving that pendulum now...

    OOC: Im starting in the castle for plot reasons, everyone else needs to start on the beach. =o
     
    I grimaced as I stalked along the halls. A mage owuld mee me at the gate, to help, the king had said. He still didn't trust me, after all this time, and binding me with his own, personal spells. I looked up, and caughta glimpse of a young boy. That was one of the targets! I pulled my staff from the back of my coat, with a strange, almost metallic-high pitched hiss. It was a short staff, just udner four feet, and hollow, made of graphite. A ver effective weapon. I marched forward, my staff at the ready, not caring that I was making more than enough noise to wake the dead...
     
    I hear something... something coming at me. Part of me wanted to stand there and let it kill me or whatever, but the other side of me decided against this, and my body moved to block with the quarterstaff, spinning round with a searing pain in my arm. I was sensing a strange energy from whatever was attacking me, a familiar energy, but I didn't get who, and I was more worried about saving myself.
     
    I blinked, the person did seem familiar, but I couldn't place how... When my staff was blocked, I grimaced. Sliding my hands along the staff, I backed up, launching a small series of spinning strikes, and my eyes widened. He managed to block them all, and for some reason this was suprising. Moving my grip to the center, unleashing a much quicker chain of attacks from both end, and without warning, my hand snapped out, grabbing his face. Something flashed within me. Rather than inflicting sorrow, pain, and despair upon him, I remembered something, something old... He had hopes, dreams. Something I could never have. This realisation wasn't exactly good, but there were some that could, and that wasn't bad. I felt something move form me, into him, and then I blinked, the moment was gone. I backed away, whirling my staff into a defensive position, and waited for him to make the next move.
     
    If only... if only I hadn't been so weak. Maybe then... things wouldn't have turned out the way they did. If I had only blocked that blow to my face...

    As soon as he grabbed hold of my face, I felt an instant connection with him, and I blacked out momentarily. I was only in the darkness, the darkness of my heart. It felt like all of the sorrows of my life were all here, in this one place, but someone was calling out to me, and the darkness began to fade, like someone pulled the plug on my sadness. The issue was, I had forgotten most else as well. I had realized who this was, however. It was Robert. Too bad most of my memories were locked away though, because I would have realized something was wrong when I oened my eyes had I still posessed them.

    My eyes opened slowly, and a single word drifted off my lips in a little girl's voice. "Arivida!" I sat up and saw the man before me, then giggled shyly.

    OOC: So you aren't lost, Roberts touch changed David into an ovalisk, but the process ditches most memories, and fills his head with 'cute' thoughts. https://img441.imageshack.us/img441/8896/11359237789408xx.jpg
     
    I blinked, and a slight scowl came over the face. Even after all this, I knew what the word meant. Arivida... "I'm not your mother." I said simply, looking down at the hatchling, and sighed. I wasn't sure how I did it, but this was just going to be troublesome. Still, one down, the problem was keeping it out of trouble while I got the others. I sighed, and reached down to it's hand. "So, what's your name?" I asked as I hefted it, letting it sit across my shoulders, and broke into an even jog.


    Several minutes later, I was lost in thoughts again, when at the main gate leading out into the desert, I saw the black and orange robed figure waiting. his face was hooded, but my eyes could make out his general features. His eyes lifted as they fell on the hatchling, and I snapped "Ask no questions, we have work to do." His face hardened, but he followed after me at the same ground-eating pace into the sands...
     
    Her head seemed to still be spinning as she opened her eyes at the vast blue sky...was this where she should be? Lori had never blacked out before...it was hard for her to grasp everything that had happened...She found herself laying on the ground and when she her head became less clouded, she began to pick herself up. Thinking that the ground beneath her was soild, she began to push herself up only to slid on the soft sand and fall back on her back. "Why do things have to be this hard?" She said to herself.

    Finally standing, she was able to get a 360degree view of her surroundings. Sand,sand,sand, palace, city, sand, sand, more sand.Hm! This was rather odd...Lori shook the sand out of her hair. She'd never exactly seen such a place on an atlas...it was her best bet to go to the city and find out where they were. Hopefully this place was civilized...
     
    Shylocke stood up and saw everyone else that had arrived here.
    "What the hell happened!?" He growled He walked over to the rest. His white suit now a yellowey orange with the sand. He dusted himself off.
    "Do any of you lot know where we are?" He asked them squinting to see the details of the palace.
    "Lets get over to the city" He said
     
    OOC: Shylocke, you can't be referring to me o.o;
    inally standing, she was able to get a 360degree view of her surroundings. Sand,sand,sand, palace, city, sand, sand, more sand.
     
    Hmph

    Clive sat in the sand, his arms wrapped around his knees, a frown on his face. He wondered how such things could happen. To escape...was that really how he was destined to live? The gods had cursed him indeed.

    Then again, maybe he wasn't being cursed. Maybe his wish was being granted. How long had it been? Only a year? A little more...it seemed like three lifetimes ago. Indeed, it could very well have been...to him, he felt little of the passing of time. Everything had stopped for him a long time ago.

    ANd now, he was on a beach. He could live with that. After all, beaches had never done him any harm. These kids though...hmph. They were nothing.

    He stood and started to walk towards the city silently.
     
    OOC: I apologize for having to intervene directly, but I'm afraid that I need you all to appear in the same general area, so that my plans aren't completely ruined, I was forced to make an exception for david, however.
     
    OOC: Byu...you're confusing me! >_<

    Lori watched as the other guy seemed to approach her...or maybe she was seeing things...He asked her then where they were. Lori nervously scratched the back of her head.

    "I-I'm not sure really, I haven't seen this place on a map before," Had swore she'd seen this guy before somewhere. In the shop! Yes! Things were coming back now. "Maybe there's someone else here...the more there is, the better, right?" She gave a nervous smile. Looking over into the distance, she noticed another figure...maybe he could tell them where they were. "Let's go over to him," She said to the boy, "If you don't mind...he might have some idea of where we are..."
     
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