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Fantasy Dimension (Working on a better title >_<)

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    Yeah, the title is probably horrible, but I just can't seem to think of a good one.
    This is based on an idea I had a while ago, which I thought would make a cool MMORPG or something. Yeah, like that's ever going to happen.
    If any of you are familiar with Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, you may find the race/class system somewhat similiar to that. I originally came up with this concept while I was addicted to that game, but stuck with the concept...I attempted to make the outline of a TCG based off of it (which of course also went nowhere). I'm considering making a story based on the original characters from the original envisioning (or whatever the word is), but in the same world.

    Aaaaanyways...
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    Storyline Information:
    This RP is set in the world of Sevorg, an alternate dimension that was originally accessed by the thoughts of a high school nerd. The original concept of the RP (as mentioned above, what would be made into a story) was this...this is basically the opening scene, which for time's sake will be set in a non-RP format. When I get a little more time, I may convert it to RP format...but don't worry, this isn't how I intend to RP or write my story, I plan on using much more detail and stuff. So, here it is:
    A boy is walking down the hallway, going from one class to another. It's just a typical schoolday. He's a social outcast, he has no idea why he was shunned from society 3 years ago. He's into fantasy and science fiction, and likes the Final Fantasy game series. He someday wishes to make his own video games, card games, whatever allows him to express his creativity. So anyways, he's walking down the hall and comes to an intersection of two hallways. This intersection is a very popular hangout for quite a lot of the African-American population of the school. As he nears the intersection, his mind is wandering, thinking about a concept for a game he has recently been imagining. As he enters the intersection, a bright light flashes, nearly blinding everyone. Once they open their eyes again, they see that they are all now wearing clothes like you would find in a fantasy game, and wielding weapons! Everyone has turned into Swordsmen, Thieves, Archers, Black Mages, White Mages, and Bards. Still rubbing his eyes, the kid, dressed as a Black Mage, bumps into a large african-american swordsman. Mad, the swordsman turns to him and draws his sword. To make it worse, he insults the kid's clothes for no apparent reason. The others at the intersection, this guy's friends, take an interest in the new variation of stuff the nerd in the locker. As the original swordsman draws near, the black mage flings his arms up, exclaiming "Fire!" Nothing happens. The swordsman is now even angrier that the kid startled him. The kid overhears someone saying they wanted an axe, and then the kid realizes it-the land has been transformed into that in his newest game design. He now knows that the level 1 mage spell is stone, and promptly casts it, damaging the swordsman. A fight ensues, and the black mage is quickly reduced to 1 HP. Just as the swordsman is about to strike the final blow, a teacher, who is now a Knight (upgraded swordsman) steps in. He says he is going to report the kids to the principal's office, but another teach, a Red Mage (upgraded black mage/white mage) tells him not to. She knows the black mage from her class, and can tell that he has something to do with this. Just as she approaches the group, Orcs (yes, orcs =P) break through the windows and snatch the black mage and red mage away. The black mage's friends arrive at the scene just in time to see this, but then report even worse news: They're not on earth anymore. They've been transported to some fantasy land, inhabited by monsters and other races.
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    Landscape of Sevorg
    This is roughly what Sevorg looks like.

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    N=Sea of Narlace. Home to no race.
    D=Mt. Dartar. Home to Dwarves.
    V=Mt. Valsuut. Home to Gnomes.
    B=Forests of Brandite. The top (light) half is home to the Elves, the bottom (dark) half is home to the Drow.
    T=Plains of T'Nork. Home to the Orcs and now the Humans.
    The Valkyries live in floating fortresses all over the land.
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    History of Sevorg
    Long before the humans arrived, other races lived on Sevorg. Orcs, Valkyries, Gnomes, Dwarves, Elves, and Drow. These races lived in peace, relying on eachother for trade and other aid. The various races practiced different styles of fighting, just for entertainment, seeing as though there was really nothing to fight against. Then, one day, a portal opened in the center of the Plains of T'Nork. Out of the portal came monsters of all varieties, which spread to all corners of Sevorg. Noone knew how they got there or why they had come, but what they did know is that they were enemies. The monsters fought the intelligent races, who all banded together to fight-all except the Orcs, that is. The Orcs had gone missing in this time when people needed as much help as they could get. Without the Orcs, the plains of T'Nork fell under the rule of Sanlaism, a golem of sand and stone that commanded the earth element.
    Soon thereafter, the Dwarven civilizations of Mt. Dartar fell to the monsters. Mt. Dartar fell under the control of Talthon, a golem of metal that commanded thunder and lightning.
    Mt. Valsuut was next, and the gnomes fell to Marlak, the lava golem of fire.
    After that, the forests of Brandite fell under attack. In the light side of the forest, the elves fell to Lefianna, a golem of leaves and wood that commanded the plants and trees.
    On the dark side, however, instead of fighting, the Drow made a treaty with Chiasmus, the golem made of pure darkness. In exchange for Chiasmus's alliance and dark power, the Drow would exterminate the other races of Sevorg. Because of this, the Drow became more popularly known as Dark Elves, meaning not only their skin color but also their alignment.
    The Valkyries thought they were safe in their floating fortresses, but the Drow had told Chiasmus of these kingdoms. Greesin, the wind golem, soon overtook the skies.
    The sea of Narlace, protected by no race, was claimed by Floron, the water golem.
    The Orcs now decided to show themselves. Archengar, the great Orc Warlock, had made the portal that let the monsters here, with one purpose: to destroy the other races and give the Orcs control of all of Sevorg!
    The Golems, however, had other plans. Holineyh, the eigth and most powerful of the golems, sealed Archengar in a crystal and then ascended to a palace so high in the sky, above the Valkyrie fortresses, that only the other Golems could reach it. The Orcs were then attacked by the monsters just like the other races.
    The Drow, a long time ally of the Orcs, had a word with Chiasmus. After a meeting of the Orc leader Granash, the Drow Queen Chyerenne, Chiasmus, and Sanlaism, the golems decided that the Orcs would help the Drow in the world conquest. It was only fair, seeing as that they had brought the monsters here.
    All seemed lost for the other races. They were losing this war, and were totally outclassed, despite all their fight training. But then, one day, portals began opening on the Plains of T'Nork. Buildings appeared, of unfamiliar construction. From these buildings came Humans, a new race to Sevorg. The humans had little knowledge of magic and weaponry, but learned quickly, and became a valuable asset in the war.
    The war still continues to this very day. The monsters, Orcs, and Drow on one side, the Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Valkyries, and Humans on the other. The golems do not fight, but rather watch from Holneyh's palace.
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    Now for the character information about the RP.
    This RP will have the aspect of an standard RPG-as you get stronger and level up, you will be able to wield more powerful weapons and spells.
    Levels will not be closely monitored with experience, however, you should be able to tell when you've leveled up, just by the amount of time.
    While keeping to the aspects of the RPG, I want this to involve as much character interaction and standard Roleplaying as possible.

    Now then, for the registration form:

    Name: (The name of your character)
    Age: (The Age of your character)
    Gender: (The Sex of your character)
    Race*: (Your character's race)
    Class*: (Your character's class)
    Description: (What your character looks like)
    Personality: (How your characters acts alone and with others)
    History: (A small History of your characters life. If youre a human, explain how you got to Sevorg, if youre one of the other races, explain where you were born and such)
    Other: (Anything else you may wish to add)
    RPG sample: (A sample of your RPGing skills)

    *-Like I said, this will have the aspects of an RPG, including different races and classes. This is a rundown of the races, and what base classes they can be. If you have any knowledge of RPGs, you should understand what the classes do, if not, let me know and I'll explain.

    Humans
    Human Classes:
    Swordsman
    Thief
    Archer
    Black Mage
    White Mage
    Bard

    Dwarves
    Dwarf Classes:
    Axeman
    Monk
    Swordsman

    Elves
    White Mage
    Swordsman
    Archer
    Naturalist-This class isn't a typical RPG class. They're a type of mage that uses herbs and natural things to make poisons and other alchemistic works.

    Drows
    Drow Classes:
    Black Mage
    Thief
    Swordsman
    Naturalist

    Orcs
    Orc Classes:
    Thief
    Axeman
    Archer

    Valkyries
    Valkyrie Classes:
    White Mage
    Naturalist
    Lanceman

    Gnomes
    Gnome Classes:
    Thief
    Black Mage
    Naturalist
    Bard
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    That should be all you need to know...I can't help feeling I'm forgetting something...
    If anything at all seems unclear, just let me know and I'll try and clear it up.
    I'll be posting my character's information when I get a chance...tomorrow afternoon, probably.

    Oh, and there isn't a set number of participants. Feel free to join in at any time, assuming you post your character information. We don't need a set number of people to start, so, basically, you can start roleplaying as soon as you register-just show where you're starting out (probably going to be your race's home...if you start on the Plains of T'Nork, be sure to include roughly where-"near Mt. Dartar" or "Near the light side of Brandite Forest", or even "In the middle of nowhere"...=P). If you're the first to start out there, go ahead and do whatever your character would until someone else gets there. If you're not the first in an area, feel free to interact with the other people there. So you don't get lonely in the beginning, feel free to introduce your character's friends or family...the character can socialize with them for a while before starting his/her adventure out into the wilderness, or can start fighting monsters right away.
    As for monsters, I don't have a set base of monsters-just be creative and come up with something that might live around where you start out.
    Oh, and if anyone cares, my character is a human-he'll be starting out in the Plains of T'Nork. Just a heads up =P.
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    So yeah...in closing, have fun, be creative, and...I can't really think of a third thing that isn't redundant to the first two =P.

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    EDIT: As you may or may not have seen, I threw in a history and map of Sevorg.
    Also, here's my character information.

    Name: Jirae
    Age: 17
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Class: Black Mage
    Description: Red, orange, and yellow spikey hair, designed to resemble fire. He wears a black robe, with flame designs on it. He has a scar that seems to look oddly like a flame on his left leg, right around the knee.
    Personality: Jirae is kind and loyal to his few close friends, and can be very hating of others.
    History: In case you didn't guess it already, Jirae is the nerdy kid mentioned in the description of how humans first got to Sevorg. Jirae was 14 when the humans first got to Sevorg.

    Sorry about the lack of detail on the character thing, Im not feeling especially creative right now, I'm a bit preocuupied, etc...I'll prolly update it later.
     
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    Name: Serenia
    Age: 64 (she looks 17)
    Gender: Female
    Race: Elves
    Class: Archer
    Description: Serenia is tall, standing at an even six feet in height. Her clothing consists of a dark brown tunic, dark green leggings and soft brown boots. Her hair is chocolate colored and falls to her waist, which prompts her to keep it in a braid. The exact braid,in question, is tightly made, and held together by a a circlet made od gold. Serenia's eyes are a bright blue hues, open pools of deep water. Upon her back is a quiver of leather that holds her arrows, as well as the bow.
    Personality: Alone, she is calm and collected, contenplating many things. With others, she can be a bit reckless, as she is still learning the Do's and Don'ts of life.
    History: Serenia was born into a family of high elven desent, well in archery. She has been fighting since the age of fifteen, and already knows more than her own family does. She's always been the loner, coming only to her family if severly needed.
    Other: N/A
    RPG sample:

    This bit is from a fic I'm writing. It's it's bad in anyway and I need to replace it, I will..

    ?What?.what if we?re caught Zolo,? Sanji managed to whisper, looking into his new love?s eyes. ?Don?t worry love; I know that we won?t b-? ?Sanji! Zolo! Where are you two?!? The voice of the Captain called out, near the galley. Luffy didn?t know where the two had gotten to, but he decided to look for them. ?Guys, where are you?!? Zolo looked to Sanji and quickly set him up straight, just as Luffy appeared. ?Oh Luffy, we were talking,? Sanji said in a slightly annoyed voice. Luffy nodded, rather confused. ?Oh?I see?well dinner better be ready soon, I?m starved!? The boy wearing the straw hat grinned, going back up to the ?surface?.

    After dinner, Sanji gathered up the plates, with help from Zolo. The rest of the crew seemed a bit suspicious as to what they were up to at the time. ?I think they?re trying to take over Luffy,? Nami, a pretty young woman said as she stood, frowning. ?Well it does seem odd, but I don?t really find anything wrong?? Luffy smiled, nodding. ?Don?t worry Nami??
     
    Hmm...I suppose that's fine.
    Mr.Tumnus is accepted.

    I think we're going to need a few more people before we can start, though. Invite some friends, or something =P.
     
    (OOC: I hope I will get accepted! ^^!)

    Name: Luna Solaris

    Age: 18

    Gender: Female

    Race*: Valkrie

    Class*: Naturalist

    Description: Luna is a very slender Valkrie, and has large rabbit ears, an unusual trait in a Valkrie. Her hair is a shiny silver, with a tint of green. She has caramel colored skin, which is balanced out by her wardrobe. She has a green robe, with signs of the Moon covering it all over, and a light green stripe going through the middle and at the sleeves. Her lower wardrobe,since it can't be seen will not be described, but she has olive-colored shoes.

    Personality: Luna is usually a very quiet person, never talking that much. She is a very solitary person, never really having company. The only company she really gets is from her sister, Kuna, who often visits her, so she is not so lonely. She isn't really sure of her place in this world, and hopes to one day find true love.

    History: Born in a fortress in the NorthWest corner of Sevorg, Luna has always loved to be airborne. Her parents, Sol the White Mage, and Garo the LanceMan were killed in a freak accident in the lab on the fortress when Luna was only 10 years old. Now, 6 years later, Luna has lived in the corner of the Fotress where noone lives, in lonely solitude. Her sister is the only one who visits her, keeping her from going insane. Luna then one day decided to do something, and to look for a way to possiblye bring them back, and searches the land of Sevorg, hoping to find one person who could help her.....

    Other: Luna's weapon is not the traditionary weapon for a Naturalist, a Staff, instead she wields a Rod, a weapon traditionaly used by a Black Mage. She also has a hidden ability.(Will be revealed later in the RP if I get accepted)

    RPG sample:

    Luna walked toward Mt. Dartar, Land of the Dwarves, hoping of a way to learn Revival Magic, a Magic forbidden in her Race. She had the been confronted with a rather large tree, blocking her way. She mubmled some magic words, "Crimsonica Eraneous Fmalse!" which was Valkrien for Flame Arc Balls, a move that shoots minor flames toward a selected enemy. She cast the spell toward the large tree blocking her way. It bruned into ash, and she continued to make her way toward the Village of the Head Dwarves, a land where supposedly an old Dwarf knows a very powerful magic.....

    (OOC: I hope that the Village, and the Race thing are ok with you BT.....)
     
    Jack, I found a few things wrong with the RP sample, but other then that it was good:
    1. She's a valkyrie...she can fly ^^;
    2. I don't know how exactly she was planning on learning magic from the dwarves, seeing as that they don't have a single spell casting race among them...Monks are fist fighters, not light magic users like fire emblem would lead you to believe.
    But yeah, keep things like that in mind, but you're accepted.
     
    Jack_Skellington said:
    (OOC: YAY!! ^^! Erm, how many more people do we need to start?? >__>)
    Click to expand...

    Hmm...I think one or two more should be fine...
     
    You joined mine, I'll join yours. ^^


    Name: Blue Genjineko

    Age: 17

    Gender: Male

    Race*: Human

    Class*: Theif

    Description: Blue Genjineko

    Blue's a tall, lanky, well built young human with broad shoulders and a broad chest, with long bluish whitish hair that extends to his neck. His usual apparel consists of faded black jeans, black lightweight shoes that move easy, and a small white jacket-like cloak with countless concealed pockets, perfect for theivery.

    Personality: Blue is, deep down, a very deep individual, craving love and kindness... but this comes out on top as perversion. He's a massive romantic, and is always looking for some lady to hook up with. While he'd never admit it, he'd rather have a steady partner then a series of drunk girls he picks up at taverns around the country.
    History: As a mere child of 13, Blue was yanked into the world of Sevorg. He was taken in by a band of theives, who raised him as one of their own. He eventually left the band, and became a freelance mercenary, all the while drinking and taking drunken girls "under the covers." All in all, he's lead a pretty dirty life.

    Other: Blue has the lingual skills of a snake, and the charm of a swan. He always keeps himself neat and groomed, and is always on the lookout for new vixens to add to his resume.

    RPG sample: I'm not sure you need a sample, but if you do, I've got one for you.
     
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    Name: Mickey

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human

    Class: White Mage

    Description: https://www.pawspace.com/~grieving/colour/white_mage.jpg

    Personality: A jokingly person who is not very secretive but can be under ceratain conditions. Very peculiar and is more of a Neutral kind of guy. Loves to tell stories. He also is very polite ( especially to women ). Never really cared much about other things than himself. Not only is he self centered he can be more stubborn than an old donkey. Yet, he can be as sneaky and persuasive as a cat.

    History: He never met his real parents because they were killed by orcs (the orcs were a bit hungry). He was raised by friends of the family, and lost his ability to trust when his best friend knocked him out and mugged him.

    Other: Doesn't own much other than the clothes on his back and the money he carries around in a little pouch.

    Rp sample: The night was dark, silent, and all was calm. Rain started to fall on the stone causing a puttering noise. Then the lightning struck the ground causing a quick flash of light. This was every night in a little sleepy town called Orain.
    Orain was a simple and classical place until, he came. A bard showed up talking about the strange ideas of freedom which were not known by everyone in Orain. For they had a king, actually more of a tyrant. We should get back to what matters though. As I was saying the things he talked of made the people start to fear, a feeling not well known in Orain.
    So one day I decided to meet and consult this man of reformation. I asked him my first question, "What kind of idiot goes sputtering nonsense of a hopless rebellion."
    His slick response was, "Me, the smartest of the wise."
    "But why spread this to Orain? The people here will never listen they are to a custom to the king."
    He said, " Maybe what I have just said can change that." He then stood up and walked out the doors. I followed him and asked my final question, "Who are you!?" He turned around and looked at me then in one small flash of light he was gone, and there weren't even any footprints of where he walked.
    Many days later we organized anyone able to fight and marched on the kings castle. We won and dedicated our victory to a mysterious man who in fact was in a framed painting in the castle. He was as the painting said, " The angel of freedom".
     
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    YoshiRuRu is accepted.

    CloneTrooper47 is not accepted. The picture did not load, you didn't give a long enough personality, you didn't give a history, and I'd like you to post the RP Sample, not PM it. Also, if the owl was his pet on earth, it would have been transformed into something a little more fantasy-ish when it got to Sevorg.
     
    OOC: Save a spot for me? I'll type it up tomorrow after school
     
    torchic i have a question isn't a valkarie a harpy?
     
    clonetrooper47 is barely accepted. You could definitely put in more detail, and I don't appreciate the lack of originality in character description (somehow I think you just googled for the image =/).

    Naoko-chan: Sure, no problem.

    Juan Jr: Uh...not really. Harpies are like bird people. The only similarity between valkyries and birds is that they have wings (which are often covered in armor anyways). Other then that, Valkyries are mainly human.

    Everyone: The RP can now begin, we have enough people. I'll start once a few other people start.
     
    Name: Regina Clinea
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Race*: Human
    Class*: Bard (Wouldn't that be singer?)
    Description: Regina
    Personality: Regina is much like your average light hearted girl. She's prone to tears, keeps quiet, and like's peaceful calm. She likes to be next to bodies of water, as she finds those are some of the most peaceful places. Regina has a soft voice, and after singing excessively, will lose the little voice she has. When this happens she becomes sullen and reclusive. Usually she is very tolerant though, has a calm air that has a touch of cheerfulness mixed in. She treats everyone just the same, and is acts much like a weak-hearted mother, who can't bear to scold her children no matter what.
    History: ( Have humans only been around for a little while cause I was thinking she would have lived there all her life if so. If they've only been there a little bit, I'll change her history.) Regina was one of the few humans born in Sevorg, having lived in the Plains of T'Nork, right on the borderline between The Forest of Brandite, she became attatched to the forest, having passed the elves that stood gaurd for Orcs after they deducted she was indeed a human child. She played in the nearby lake and is often still found there. She hummed to herself as she let her feet dangle in the water, and often played with friendly animals, who grew used to her being around. One day, on their way to try and kill a few more Elves, they destroyed her home and killed her family while she played at the lake. She never found this out, as the elves took her away from the scene, and she's never left the Brandite Forest since.
    Other: Regina can't travel long distances because of her light and delicate build. She's rather fragile, but she can hold her will.
    RPG sample:Avis's cat ears twitched as the Wyvern's loud roar reached her ears. Looking up into the sky peirced by the tall canopy Avis sent a sharp mew to Criza and ShiShi, telling them to take care of themselves for awhile.
    She placed her forefinger and thumb into her mouth and a loud and clear whistle emitted as she blew with all her might, some birds flying out of thier nests as she did so.
    Soon enough an orange tiger was soon at her feet, baring it's white teeth at her, the teeth was tainted red, meaning he'd just finished his nap after his breakfast.
    "Mind bringing me a long ways to Port Toha?" Avis asked crouching down and scratching the tiger's ears as it purred.
    "I'll take that as a yes." Avis hopped onto the tiger, her almost non-existant weight not bothering the tiger in the least as it hopped from ledge to ledge, a sort of circlet of leather bound around it's neck loosely as Avis kept her grip tightly on it to keep herself from falling as the tiger decided to skip the last ledge and directly jump down.
    It would be past one village to the outskirts of Port Taho. Avis held the leather between one hand as the tiger darted through the village market she spied a merchant selling daggers.
    She held her hand out as the merchant held the handle of a dagger out to a customer and grabbed the handle with one swift swipe.
    She examined the dagger as Gonnah, her friend tiger ran through the market as people screamed 'Gem', and merchants hid their wares away.
    "Bleh." She mumbled as she realized it was a plain ol' dagger, not the sharpest of it's kind to boot. She tossed the dagger over her shoulder and looked behind her.
    "Whoops. Sorry!" Avis called laughing as a man narrowly avoided the knife being tossed straight between his legs as it caught on the wooden crate behind him. The man promptly fainted.
    Avis saw the bustling of the Daein soldiers against almost none. She squinted her eyes as her pupils narrowed, making her eyes more cat-like then ever.
    Look at those gold bags swishing on those Daein Soldiers! Even if they were filled with fluff...wait...what if they were filled with useless stuff? Would she risk diving into the brawl? As she heard a coin click together, her orange cat ears twitched again and decided, OF COURSE!
    Gonnah began to run toward the brawl, and as Avis leapt off of him, he turned tail and headed back to the mountain, his friend still running toward the brawl. She headed toward the ones that were most occupied on the very edge of the throng.
    'How stupid, this idiot keeps his money bag in the back!' Avis thought as she carefully slipped it off...
    Avis yelped as the soldier behind the man she was attempting to steal from took a good swing at her with his sword.
    He missed, but managed to sliced the tip of her hair off, which fell to the ground, as Avis decided that now was not the time for sneaky attacks. She ripped the money bag off both men's waists and ran for it.
    "Catch me if you can!" Avis laughed saluting the two men who were about ready to chase after her, but were decided whether their gold or the bout of Port Toha was more important "Oof!"
    Avis had ran straight into a man about twice her size. Sweatdropping Avis flashed him a cheerful smile, his angry glare unfazed.
    "Hi there!" She said waving and just as suddenly trying to dash out underneath his folded arms.
    "Not so fast." He said in a stupid slur as he grabbed the back of my shirt.
    "Let go you big ugly brute!!!" Avis yelled pounding on his hand which was at least twice her hand's size.
    "Return the money bags, and maybe nobody will get hurt." He continued.
    "No way!" She yelled, as she continued her futile attempts to escape the brute's vice-like grip "Let go you disgusting dirty and gross...thing!"
     
    Naoko Chan is accepted.
    As for the history bit, Sevorg was first discovered by humans when Jirae was 14. That would be 3 years ago. So, unless your character is 3 years old or younger, there's no way a human could have been born in Sevorg.
    Actually...
    That may account for an interesting plot twist.
    In addition to the RP sample I have seen your RPing skills before, and believe that you'd definitely be able to skillfully pull off a plot twist of that nature. I am, of course, talking about the twist of Jirae's school NOT being the first human contact with Sevorg, that your village or whatever was there before. Or something like that. So it's fine.
    And yes, a bard is like a singer whos songs can boost stats and stuff.
     
    OOC: No, I meant like, for a female, wouldn't that be a singer, but nvm.

    IC:Regina let her feet dangle in the cool waters as she spread some bread across the smooth rocks, birds picking at the crumbs, unafraid of her slow paced fingers.
    She sang as she relaxed, as she always did. It was the lullaby that she vaguely remembered. She'd been singing it for ages on end now, ever since she forgot almost her entire past. This tidbit seemed to warm her up. It had a soft medly, and there were no words, merely 'la's' that harmonized with her soft voice. The sound was gentle, but it definetly carried, so that most of the north eastern part of the Brandite Forest could hear even a faint sound. The blue birds that ate from her hands treated her like they treated the other Elves. Like any other animal whom they had nothing to fear from. They merely listened as she sang, sometimes sang along, so familiar with the melody were they now. Many animals in the Brandite forest lived much longer than any average animal. The others said that it was because there was something in the water they drank, in the grass, and berries they ate.
    A small white footed field mouse ran up to the crumbs as the birds twittered for it to go away.
    Cutting short of her singing Regina laughed as the birds bullied the young mouse away. Carefully picking up the mouse in her hand she set some crumbs on her flattened palm as the mouse began to chow down.
    "Aren't you a cutie?" Regina asked the mouse as it's head shook up and down at the speed it nibbled on the crumbs "You definetly seem very sweet."
    The mouse sniffed around on her palm for more crumbs, but instead hopped off her palm and licked the water that spread across the shore.
    The mouse crawled back up the rock she sat on and up her arm, the wet whiskers brushing against her pale skin, earning a giggle from Regina's quiet lips.
    "Would you like to stay with me for awhile?" She asked tapping the mous lightly on the nose "You're welcome in my home whenever you want. Just don't bring too many friends."
    The mouse squeaked and began to groom itself, rubbing it's forehead and eyes off with it's delicate paws.
    "Listen to this, Lady Mira taught it to me yesterday." Regina murmured sweetly to the mouse as it turned attentive to the blue haired girl.
    Regina sang the song she learned from Lady Mira, the song most of the Elves seemed to hum to themselves as they worked sometimes. The essence of the song seemed to be everywhere in the peaceful forests. Well, almost peaceful. The Golems didn't help, but they seemed to leave her beloved area's alone for the most part.
    As she sang she kicked her feet gently back and forth in the crystalline waters, the birds singing along with her, in between indignant twitters, that signaled they were fighting over the last bit of bread. They'd heard this song from the Elves as well, as they flew over and through the trees, the song could be heard nearly everywhere. It was like the very spirit of the forest materialized into the song.
     
    (OOC: SO this will be a solo-RP RP?? If so, then....)

    IC:

    Walking towards light comng from a village in the moonlight, Luna slightly panted. She had been walking for 5 days since burning down that tree. She decided to take off her robe, showing her underbody, which had a small white undershirt with two holes in it for her wings. Her wings glowed a pale blue in the moonlight. She flew high into the air, and landed right in front of the village, panting. She entered the village and immediatly looked for an Inn where she could rest. SHe found one called the "Swashling Buckler Inn", which looked more like a pub than an inn, so she walked toward it warily. As she entered, it was full of drunk Dwarves having a grand time. She then saw a female Dwarf who looked like the owner of the place.

    "Erm, are you the Owner of this Inn?" asked Luna.

    "Why, yes! My name is Fiona. This is my inn, would you like a room? Don't worry, the rooms are upstairs, so none of these drunks will harm you, or bother you, so, how about it?" she replied, a look of hope upon her face.

    "Of course, please hand me a key. How much is it a night?" asked Saphira, hoping it wouldn't take too much money to stay in the backwater pub.

    "20 gold coins per night. How many nights would you like to stay?" the short woman replied.

    "Ok then, I would like to stay for 5 days, equaling 100 gold coins," she said, as she handed a sack-full of gold coins.

    "Ok, your room is the first one on the left. I hope you enjoy your stay!" she happily replied, pointing in the direction of the room.

    Luna quickly put her robe back on and walked up the wooden stairs. As she walked, she opened a mahogany door and entered. Inside was a blue bed, a night table, and a door which led to a bathroom. She literally collapsed on top of the rather small bed, and had a very nice sleep....

    (OOC: Sorry I missed so mcuh)
     
    OOC: Well, bard and singer are pretty much the same thing, but bard is a more medieval term...so I think it could be used for either gender.
    Anyways, I think I'll roleplay a little bit of the original concept as it would fit into a story, at least until I meet up with other people. Starting from the Orc's Camp, which if you recall from the backstory, the black mage (Jirae) and the Red Mage Teacher were kidnapped and taken to. That is of course a flashback, though.
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    THREE YEARS AGO:

    "Fresh Meat!" An orc exclaimed in delight as the band of Orc Thieves brought the two humans into camp.
    "Yes, we will feast tonight, brothers!" The leader of the band of thieves shouted in response.
    "Agh...let me go, you filthy thing!" The female Red Mage exclaimed, kicking and struggling to get out of her magical bindings.
    "Now, which do we eat first?" Asked one of the Orc thieves.
    "This one!" Another suggested, sticking a knife up to Jirae's throat.
    "H-hold on there!" Jirae said, inching his neck back away from the knife. "Surely there's another option to this?"
    "We hungry." A rather dim-witted Orc warrior said.
    "Oh, I'm sure you are," Jirae agreed, "but, are you not also lacking entertainment?"
    "What you mean?" The warrior asked.
    "You know, we could cast spells, for you to watch!" Jirae suggested.
    "Show us." The leader of the thief band, who seemed to be the leader of the entire encampment, said, untying the rope around Jirae's hands.
    "Sure...like, this!" Jirae said, waving his hand upwards. A rock flew out of the ground, about 5 feet in the air, and burst, throwing a blast of shrapnel around. Luckily, noone was in the immediate area.
    "More." The warrior commanded, amused. The thief untied the woman's bindings, allowing her to join in on the entertainment.
    "Ok, how about this?" The red mage asked, waving her hand. A white light surrounded herself and Jirae. The Orcs watched in amazement as bruises and cuts dissapeared from the humans' arms and legs.
    "Interesting..." The Orc leader said to himself, pondering. He was sure something was wrong, but couldn't seem to figure out what.
    "Hmmm...how about this?" Jirae asked, making a circular motion in front of him with his hands. A small ball of greenish wind appeared, rotating rapidly.
    "Does it move?" A young Orc asked, reaching his finger out towards the sphere. The red mage nodded her head and winked at Jirae.
    "Of course it does!" Jirae exclaimed, a slightly sinister tone appearing in his voice. The ball of wind sped forward, ramming the young Orc in the face and knocking it back a few feet.
    "I knew it!" The leader shouted. "Seize the prisoners! Bind them with rope! Kill them!" Warriors, Thieves, and Archers alike began closing in on the two mages.
    "Now you see me..." The red mage began, waving her hands and dissapearing. "Now you don't."
    "Where did she go?" The Orc that was about to seize her asked, looking around, suddenly, he fell to the ground, a wound resembling a sword in his back.
    "Showtime." Jirae smirked, flinging his arms around in a rapid sequence. Fireballs began shooting out of his hands, hitting Orcs all around him. Clothes began burning, and the unintelligent Orcs ran around screaming, not knowing what to do.
    Meanwhile, one by one they fell, sword wounds being slashed fiercly at them from nowhere.
    "Show yourself..." The leader muttered, blowing some powder from his hand. The Red Mage became visible again, right in the center of a circle of Orcs.
    "A little help?" She asked over the Orcs, directing her question at Jirae.
    "No problem." Jirae responded. Stones began bombarding the Orcs from below as wind struck them from above. The red mage also began casting spells, water spraying from her sword and knocking the orcs down as lightning struck them from above, conducting the water and killing them. In a matter of time, the only orc left standing was the leader.
    "It's over, Z'Gruut." Jirae said, his fingers aimed at the assassin, as if they were ready to launch a missle.
    "It's only over for your people." The Orc said, spitting at the ground. "Slowly but surely, the allied nations fall. The Golems will be victorious, and the Orcs and Drow will rule the land of Sevorg!"
    "You honestly believe that pack of lies?" Jirae rhetorically questioned. "You don't deserve to live." A blast of power shot from his finger, speeding towards the Orc at the speed of light. Faster then you could blink, the Orc dissapeared in a puff of smoke, and the blast hit a rock behind where he had stood instead.
    "We'll get you..." Jirae muttered, turning from the smoke and heading the other direction. His teacher stood there, silent, not knowing what to say.

    PRESENT DAY:

    "It's over, Z'Gruut." Jirae, now a young man of 17, said, his finger aimed at the aging Orc assassin.
    "You said that three years ago." Z'Gruut responded slyly. "And I'm still here, am I not?"
    "I've taken precautions this time." Jirae said, a grin on his face. A lance was thrusted in front of Z'Gruut. He looked behind him to see a female Valkyrie, about Jirae's age, holding him down with her Lance. Human archers on either side of the Orc aimed their bows, ready to shoot.
    "Tch...it won't end like this." Z'Gruut claimed. "In the name of Sanlaism, let me go!" His eyes glowed red, and he extended his arms. The sand beneath their feet began swirling, rising and engulfing Z'Gruut. The sand fell back down and he was gone.
    "The Golems..." Jirae stuttered angrily. "The rumor is true. The Golems really did lend the Orcs and Drows some of their magic..."
    "It would be the only possible explanation." The valkyrie said, placing her lance back in its resting position in the sheath on her back. "Orcs should not be capable of magic. They don't possess a high enough intelligence."
    "I agree" said one of the archers, stowing his bow and walking up beside the Valkyrie. "They must have planned it like this. The golems are all-seeing."
    "You believe that orc lie?!" Jirae yelled in frustration, extending his arm towards the ground. "They just say that to scare you!" He was very upset, after three years of tracking down the orc assassin just to let him slip away.
    "It does not matter that we could not capture Z'Gruut." The other archer said solemnly. "If that pendant works like the elves said it does, we've already got our link to the golems." He pointed to the swirling black charm on the necklace Jirae was wearing.
    "The pendant of Ekim..." Jirae responded, holding it in his hand. "There's only one way to find out, hmm? We've just got to keep searching..."
    "Yeah. But for now, we should rest." The valkyrie suggested.
    "Great idea, except for one little problem." Jirae replied. "There's nowhere to stay! We're in the middle of nowhere!"
    "Really?" The valkyrie asked rhetorically. "I beg to differ." She flapped her wings with a mighty gust, blowing away a wall of swirling sand nearby. Past the small dune, a rather short but long building was visible.
    "It...can't be!" Jirae exclaimed. "The school! It's still standing!"
    ---
    EDIT: OOC: Well, jack, it'll be solo until we meet up with eachother, which depending on individual character goals and locations may be quite while.
     
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    Regina's singing was cut short, as thundering rumbles came from...the ground?
    She scrambled out of the waters, and to the edge of the forest.
    A huge band of Orcs and Drows alike were marching down the Plain's of T'nork.
    The mouse began to squeak madly and Regina quickly quieted it, silently, but quickly running from the thundering feet and back to the forested home of the north eastern Elves.

    "Lady Mira, I see Dark Elves, and Orcs heading south by way of the Plains of T'nork." Regina said earnestly as she skidded to stop before a very powerful and wise looking elf, though many thousand years old, she still possessed the Elven youth.

    "I have seen this. There was no need to alert me." The elf said in a low alto drawl, her eyes closed as her palm hovered over a blue orb set in the roots of the tree behind her. The roots crawled upwards until she could hold her arm out slightly bent downward her palms inched from the surface of the orb "You of all people should know this well."

    "Yes, but, there are so many that I-I seem to have overreacted, forgive me." Regina bowed deeply to the elf who opened her deep green eyes.

    "There is no need to apologize, as you did not overreact. Such a collaboration of the two species means something is being planned. The Dark Elves do not always like to associate themselves with Orcs, being as Orcs are rather low compared to them. Drow or not, they're still elves." The woman said as she rearranged the long robes at her feet.

    "But Lady Mira, what could they be planning?" Regina asked "Surely one or two Drow could easily complete the mission."

    "They might be planning a revenge. An attack. A defense." Lady Mira said "The future can always be changed. History is not set in stone, and neither is the future. It is ever changing. The Drow know this, and they are most likely trying to change history to their advantage. Not much can be done though, by present people. Only small changes, and even those can drain even my power."

    Regina stared in awe. Lady Mira was a very powerful elf. One of the leaders of the NorthEastern Elves, and her power was tremendous.

    "Go, but do not return to the lake. The lake is too close to the forest borders, and judging by the armies march they've still many men to go before they past our forest completely."

    "Why do they not attack us?" Regina asked "We are so easily targeted."

    "The Drow know better than to attack the forest. The Brandite trees are old, and destroying them would bring terrible fortune upon them. They will wait to lure us out, not attack us head on. The Orcs may be a different story, but this is certain for the Dark Elves. They are just as intelligent as any being in Sevorg." Lady Mira said, in a tone that meant the conversation was over.

    Regina pursed her lips as she left the particular room Lady Mira was inside. Certainly though Drow were very intelligent, greed and power would blind them? Evil and Unjust came with these traits did they not? This was what she was brought up to believe.

    The mouse still on Regina's shoulder squeaked, and Regina brought it back to her 'home'. It was merely a hidey hole in the shelter of the tree's roots, but it was a beautiful place to live.
    "You can stay here." She said letting the mouse onto the hay strewn ground.
     
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