-Nocturnal
Vengeance.
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May I reserve a spot? I would like to join the knights. It'll be done in.....actually I dunno. xD
Fight For Teresius [T]
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tenthcompanion
Glass Cannon
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Finally, here's my SU. I've been trying to post it today but lots of Stunfisk were attacking Pokecommunity :P
Name: Cecelia Normand
Title/Nickname: She's acquired the renegade nickname of 'Sightless Cecelia'. Her friends call just call her 'Cee' (kind of ironic, don't you think?).
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Side: Resistance
Weapon: A particularly thin, yet strong, longsword she calls Lucio.
Secondary Weapon: Some throwing daggers tucked in the side of her belt.
Physical Apperance:
![Fight For Teresius [T]](https://fr.flash-screen.com/free-wallpaper/uploads/201010/thus/1288171251_470x353_blonde-anime-warrior-girl.jpg "Fight For Teresius [T]")
Apparel: Same as picture above, except pants instead of a teeny skirt. She's much more practical than that.
Personality: Cecelia is no dainty member of nobility. She would much rather go out and fight than go to fancy parties and wear fancy dresses. She is fiercely independent and never asks for help, fearing that people would think less of her because of her blindness. Sometimes she goes overboard with her 'independence' and rejects even the smallest offers of help, putting people off. She is kind to people she meets and never carries any racial biases (mostly due to the fact that she can't tell the difference between elf and human, etc). She is very loyal to her friends and would never betray them like her father betrayed her.
(Just to clarify: Cecelia is partially blind. The world is made up of blurs and dark shapes, but it isn't just total blackness.)
History: Cecelia grew up in one of the nicer cities in Teresius. Her family was one of the noble families, so she would have had the opportunity to be trained as one of the few female knights. Unfortunately, Cecelia was born partially blind, so the opportunity was lost to her. Growing up, she yearned to learn the way of the knights even though she could never become one. She was sick and tired of being overprotected because of her disability and noble status. She didn't want to be seen as a fragile little lady all her life. With the help of her best friend, who was himself a knight-in-training, she took one of her father's unused longswords and practiced her technique in the dark of night.
Over the years, Cecelia became stronger and more adept with a sword. She also seemed to have an uncanny ability to sense the presence of others around her. Not only had her hearing improved to compensate for her lack of vision, but she was able to pinpoint the location of another person nearby. It was as if she could sense their life-force and use it to find them. She had never heard of anyone else being able to do this before, so she assumed it was some kind of magic. The only person she told about this strange power was Sir Garrett, the best friend who had helped her learn to wield a sword. Unfortunately, Cecelia's father (who was also a knight) overheard the two talking and turned them in to the king. He hated magic just as much as King Cain did. Garrett was killed for hiding a 'magic-wielder' but Cecelia managed to escape the castle and hide in a little town on the outskirts of the kingdom. There, she caught wind of a resistance getting ready to strike and travelled the region to find them.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: Taken from an RP I'm in on Vdex.com
Clara picked up her newly caught Swablu and set off for the pokemon centre. The city of Rota was absolutely beautiful. The night was lit up by the Litwick floating in the air, illuminating the grand castle in the background. She healed her pokemon and let out Swablu. "Bluuu" it said, giving her a nasty look and turning away. "Hey, I know you probably don't like me right now, but I'm sure you will eventually. Forgive and forget, right? Especially on a night like tonight. Look." Grudgingly, Swablu followed Clara out of the centre and into the night. It's anger disappeared as it reveled in the beauty of Rota. "See? You'll learn to like it with me, Sakura." "Blu?" It wondered about the meaning of this new word. "Sakura. That's your name, once you're finally ready to accept me."
Returning Sakura to her pokeball, Clara went to browse the shops for a cool outfit to wear to the ballroom dance in the castle. She found a beautiful teal and black gown. It was elegant and princess-y; perfect to wear to a ball. She changed into her new dress and entered the castle. It was just like a fairytale. There were knights in armor, sparkling chandeliers, golden decorations, and princes and princesses everywhere. She went into the ballroom where a ceremony was taking place. It seems like someone was being knighted or something. The mysterious knight looked very... dark. His armor was black and spiky, his sword was twisted and he wore a Houndoom pendant. The man removed his helmet, revealing a face that looked just as dark as the armor. Were the aura guardians always this unnerving? It seemed kind of odd.
Name: Cecelia Normand
Title/Nickname: She's acquired the renegade nickname of 'Sightless Cecelia'. Her friends call just call her 'Cee' (kind of ironic, don't you think?).
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Side: Resistance
Weapon: A particularly thin, yet strong, longsword she calls Lucio.
Secondary Weapon: Some throwing daggers tucked in the side of her belt.
Physical Apperance:
Apparel: Same as picture above, except pants instead of a teeny skirt. She's much more practical than that.
Personality: Cecelia is no dainty member of nobility. She would much rather go out and fight than go to fancy parties and wear fancy dresses. She is fiercely independent and never asks for help, fearing that people would think less of her because of her blindness. Sometimes she goes overboard with her 'independence' and rejects even the smallest offers of help, putting people off. She is kind to people she meets and never carries any racial biases (mostly due to the fact that she can't tell the difference between elf and human, etc). She is very loyal to her friends and would never betray them like her father betrayed her.
(Just to clarify: Cecelia is partially blind. The world is made up of blurs and dark shapes, but it isn't just total blackness.)
History: Cecelia grew up in one of the nicer cities in Teresius. Her family was one of the noble families, so she would have had the opportunity to be trained as one of the few female knights. Unfortunately, Cecelia was born partially blind, so the opportunity was lost to her. Growing up, she yearned to learn the way of the knights even though she could never become one. She was sick and tired of being overprotected because of her disability and noble status. She didn't want to be seen as a fragile little lady all her life. With the help of her best friend, who was himself a knight-in-training, she took one of her father's unused longswords and practiced her technique in the dark of night.
Over the years, Cecelia became stronger and more adept with a sword. She also seemed to have an uncanny ability to sense the presence of others around her. Not only had her hearing improved to compensate for her lack of vision, but she was able to pinpoint the location of another person nearby. It was as if she could sense their life-force and use it to find them. She had never heard of anyone else being able to do this before, so she assumed it was some kind of magic. The only person she told about this strange power was Sir Garrett, the best friend who had helped her learn to wield a sword. Unfortunately, Cecelia's father (who was also a knight) overheard the two talking and turned them in to the king. He hated magic just as much as King Cain did. Garrett was killed for hiding a 'magic-wielder' but Cecelia managed to escape the castle and hide in a little town on the outskirts of the kingdom. There, she caught wind of a resistance getting ready to strike and travelled the region to find them.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: Taken from an RP I'm in on Vdex.com
Clara picked up her newly caught Swablu and set off for the pokemon centre. The city of Rota was absolutely beautiful. The night was lit up by the Litwick floating in the air, illuminating the grand castle in the background. She healed her pokemon and let out Swablu. "Bluuu" it said, giving her a nasty look and turning away. "Hey, I know you probably don't like me right now, but I'm sure you will eventually. Forgive and forget, right? Especially on a night like tonight. Look." Grudgingly, Swablu followed Clara out of the centre and into the night. It's anger disappeared as it reveled in the beauty of Rota. "See? You'll learn to like it with me, Sakura." "Blu?" It wondered about the meaning of this new word. "Sakura. That's your name, once you're finally ready to accept me."
Returning Sakura to her pokeball, Clara went to browse the shops for a cool outfit to wear to the ballroom dance in the castle. She found a beautiful teal and black gown. It was elegant and princess-y; perfect to wear to a ball. She changed into her new dress and entered the castle. It was just like a fairytale. There were knights in armor, sparkling chandeliers, golden decorations, and princes and princesses everywhere. She went into the ballroom where a ceremony was taking place. It seems like someone was being knighted or something. The mysterious knight looked very... dark. His armor was black and spiky, his sword was twisted and he wore a Houndoom pendant. The man removed his helmet, revealing a face that looked just as dark as the armor. Were the aura guardians always this unnerving? It seemed kind of odd.
Blayze~
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@tenthcompanion Great SU you have a very interesting character :) Your accepted.
@Nocturnal- Your reserved :)
@Nocturnal- Your reserved :)
Yagerbomb
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Name: Ragnar Levance
Title: Captain
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Side: Resistance
Weapon: A Iron Longsword
Secondary Weapon: Iron Mace
Physical Apperance: Ragnar has short,unkempt brown hair. Ragnar accents his face with blue irises. Ragnar has a lightly tanned skin tone, from his days fighting. Ragnar is six feet four inches tall and weighs two hundred and eighteen pounds.
Apparel:
![Fight For Teresius [T]](https://www.enciclopedia.com.pt/images/warrior_med_ui.jpg "Fight For Teresius [T]")
Personality:
Ragnar is hollow to his dark, angry core. Ragnar doesn't care for other people, his sole motivation being money and fame, which he has a decent supply of both, despite his poor upbringing. Ragnar is a very shallow person, and only cares for his own needs. Ragnar is very overconfident in his abilities, often bringing him into trouble. Ragnar has an alcohol problem, loving to drink and drink he does. Ragnar is brutal and unreasonable in his dealings with others, often not listening or caring for the opinions of others. Ragnar is violent and unpredictable, acting rashly and often exerting his anger towards others. When it comes down to the nitty-gritty, Ragnar is a cold-blooded and violent killer, not showing remorse for anyone. Despite his anger and drinking problems, Ragnar can be depended on to get a job done, it's just a matter of how much he needs to be paid. Ragnar's skills lay on the battlefield, invloving his tactical skills and his abilities with a sword.
History:
Ragnar was born in the slums of Teresius, his family living in poverty. Ragnar's father worked for a Blacksmith, while his mother was a maid for a Nobleman. Ragnar spent his early childhood cold and hungry, barely being fed during his childhood. Ragnar dreamed of having it all, money,fame,food,women these were all things that Ragnar wished to have a abundant supply of when he was younger. As he grew up, he began teaching himself how to fight with a sword. Learning how to teach himself, he often won in play-fights against other children, these fights being marketed, presented and even bet on by citizens nearby. At the age of sixteen, Ragnar formed a group of bandits with some of the other children he grew up with, giving himself the title of Captain, which he holds to this day. This group of bandits looted and harassed the nearby area, earning distrust amongst the Citizens of the slums. Shortly after he reached the age of eighteen, Ragnar and his group of bandits, now becoming known as The Cavaliers. Ragnar and the other Cavaliers left the slums and built a Mercenary camp near a Port City. In the following years of King Vince's reign ant the beginning of King Cain's reign, Ragnar and his troop earned the fear and awe of the Citizens of Teresius for their ruthlessness and power. Ragnar worked for the highest bidder, but soon after Princess Naomi ran away, a few twists happened to Ragnar and his troop. First, he was hired by King Cain to track down and return Princess Naomi. It took time, but Ragnar found the Princess. However, the Princess convinced Ragnar to join the resistance to fight against King Cain. Seeing as Ragnar was paid partially in advance, Ragnar joined the resistance.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample:
(From Pokemon Odyssey 2)
Azar waited at the Spire, along with the other contestants. The host, a Kabutops, was making introductory speech. Ya, ya whatever, Azar thought as the speech went on. When the speech finished, the ground began to shake. Azar calmly waited for the shaking to pass but the platform was an elevator, and began to bring Azar up to wherever. When the Platform stopped, a Portal lay in front of the contestants. Some Pokemon began walking in, so Azar followed suit. Azar was transferred to another area, with many Pokemon cheering. The host began to speak. "And now, I formally welcome the combatants, and the audience, to THE DARK TOURNAMENT!" The entire arena erupted in loud cheers and howls, and yet somehow, The Host's booming voice managed to reach all of them just fine.
"Combatants, today is the beginning of the Tournament, the First Round. Every Round is different, and there might be different rules that accompany each round. You must follow the rules of each round if you wish to advance to further rounds. This Round is called...
The Battle Royale
Azar listened as Rector spoke. He looked over the other combatants to see them also eagerly awaiting. Rector continued.
"This is a favorite among the Tournament staff as a primary round. The rules are simple. Along with all of the other rules of the Dark Tournament, the purpose of the this round is to defeat your enemies. You have all already been sorted randomly by the Keepers into 16 groups of 32 combatants. In front of you lies 16 portals that will take you to each of your battlegrounds. 16 different battlegrounds, some of which are harsh climates, while others are mysterious deathtraps. 32 Combatants will enter into each of these 16 portals depending on which you were assigned to. The portal will lock behind you, and the battle will commence. The 32 of you will fight each other, until only 16 remain standing. Once only 16 remain, the portal will open again, and the remaining 16 combatants of each of the 16 portals will have advanced to the next round. You lose if you die, get knocked out, are unable to continue fighting, or forfeit. One Keeper will accompany each group to make sure nobody breaks the rules."
Azar took a look around, to see who he would be combating against.
"Some of you may appear in a battle area where all of your enemies are right in front of you. Other battlegrounds are much more elaborate, and you might have to search for your enemies. Be warned, some of these battlegrounds have lasted a few minutes, while others have lasted days. I certainly hope you had a good breakfast."
Azar gulped at the mentioning of a few days. There were Pokemon reading lists to appoint certain Pokemon to certain portals.
" Azar Polterus, Darkness Portal," Azar snickered. Darkness, my speciality. Before Azar jumped into the portal, he heard Alvah's name called to the same portal. Azar waited for Alvah to show up.
" It seems were in the same battlefield," Azar acknowledged. Alvah nodded.
" We should stick together, after all, we are on the same side," Azar added. Alvah nodded, then the two jumped into the portal. The Battlefield was Pitch Black. Azar noticed a Pidgeot aimlessly trotting around the Battlefield. Azar leaped at the Pidgey, and threw a Ice Punch square on the Pidgey's head, knocking it off the Platform.
" Thirty-one fighters remain," a voice boomed. Azar looked around the Platform, seeing for who else he could prey on.
" Thirty fighters remain," the voice added.
Title: Captain
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Side: Resistance
Weapon: A Iron Longsword
Secondary Weapon: Iron Mace
Physical Apperance: Ragnar has short,unkempt brown hair. Ragnar accents his face with blue irises. Ragnar has a lightly tanned skin tone, from his days fighting. Ragnar is six feet four inches tall and weighs two hundred and eighteen pounds.
Apparel:
Personality:
Ragnar is hollow to his dark, angry core. Ragnar doesn't care for other people, his sole motivation being money and fame, which he has a decent supply of both, despite his poor upbringing. Ragnar is a very shallow person, and only cares for his own needs. Ragnar is very overconfident in his abilities, often bringing him into trouble. Ragnar has an alcohol problem, loving to drink and drink he does. Ragnar is brutal and unreasonable in his dealings with others, often not listening or caring for the opinions of others. Ragnar is violent and unpredictable, acting rashly and often exerting his anger towards others. When it comes down to the nitty-gritty, Ragnar is a cold-blooded and violent killer, not showing remorse for anyone. Despite his anger and drinking problems, Ragnar can be depended on to get a job done, it's just a matter of how much he needs to be paid. Ragnar's skills lay on the battlefield, invloving his tactical skills and his abilities with a sword.
History:
Ragnar was born in the slums of Teresius, his family living in poverty. Ragnar's father worked for a Blacksmith, while his mother was a maid for a Nobleman. Ragnar spent his early childhood cold and hungry, barely being fed during his childhood. Ragnar dreamed of having it all, money,fame,food,women these were all things that Ragnar wished to have a abundant supply of when he was younger. As he grew up, he began teaching himself how to fight with a sword. Learning how to teach himself, he often won in play-fights against other children, these fights being marketed, presented and even bet on by citizens nearby. At the age of sixteen, Ragnar formed a group of bandits with some of the other children he grew up with, giving himself the title of Captain, which he holds to this day. This group of bandits looted and harassed the nearby area, earning distrust amongst the Citizens of the slums. Shortly after he reached the age of eighteen, Ragnar and his group of bandits, now becoming known as The Cavaliers. Ragnar and the other Cavaliers left the slums and built a Mercenary camp near a Port City. In the following years of King Vince's reign ant the beginning of King Cain's reign, Ragnar and his troop earned the fear and awe of the Citizens of Teresius for their ruthlessness and power. Ragnar worked for the highest bidder, but soon after Princess Naomi ran away, a few twists happened to Ragnar and his troop. First, he was hired by King Cain to track down and return Princess Naomi. It took time, but Ragnar found the Princess. However, the Princess convinced Ragnar to join the resistance to fight against King Cain. Seeing as Ragnar was paid partially in advance, Ragnar joined the resistance.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample:
(From Pokemon Odyssey 2)
Azar waited at the Spire, along with the other contestants. The host, a Kabutops, was making introductory speech. Ya, ya whatever, Azar thought as the speech went on. When the speech finished, the ground began to shake. Azar calmly waited for the shaking to pass but the platform was an elevator, and began to bring Azar up to wherever. When the Platform stopped, a Portal lay in front of the contestants. Some Pokemon began walking in, so Azar followed suit. Azar was transferred to another area, with many Pokemon cheering. The host began to speak. "And now, I formally welcome the combatants, and the audience, to THE DARK TOURNAMENT!" The entire arena erupted in loud cheers and howls, and yet somehow, The Host's booming voice managed to reach all of them just fine.
"Combatants, today is the beginning of the Tournament, the First Round. Every Round is different, and there might be different rules that accompany each round. You must follow the rules of each round if you wish to advance to further rounds. This Round is called...
The Battle Royale
Azar listened as Rector spoke. He looked over the other combatants to see them also eagerly awaiting. Rector continued.
"This is a favorite among the Tournament staff as a primary round. The rules are simple. Along with all of the other rules of the Dark Tournament, the purpose of the this round is to defeat your enemies. You have all already been sorted randomly by the Keepers into 16 groups of 32 combatants. In front of you lies 16 portals that will take you to each of your battlegrounds. 16 different battlegrounds, some of which are harsh climates, while others are mysterious deathtraps. 32 Combatants will enter into each of these 16 portals depending on which you were assigned to. The portal will lock behind you, and the battle will commence. The 32 of you will fight each other, until only 16 remain standing. Once only 16 remain, the portal will open again, and the remaining 16 combatants of each of the 16 portals will have advanced to the next round. You lose if you die, get knocked out, are unable to continue fighting, or forfeit. One Keeper will accompany each group to make sure nobody breaks the rules."
Azar took a look around, to see who he would be combating against.
"Some of you may appear in a battle area where all of your enemies are right in front of you. Other battlegrounds are much more elaborate, and you might have to search for your enemies. Be warned, some of these battlegrounds have lasted a few minutes, while others have lasted days. I certainly hope you had a good breakfast."
Azar gulped at the mentioning of a few days. There were Pokemon reading lists to appoint certain Pokemon to certain portals.
" Azar Polterus, Darkness Portal," Azar snickered. Darkness, my speciality. Before Azar jumped into the portal, he heard Alvah's name called to the same portal. Azar waited for Alvah to show up.
" It seems were in the same battlefield," Azar acknowledged. Alvah nodded.
" We should stick together, after all, we are on the same side," Azar added. Alvah nodded, then the two jumped into the portal. The Battlefield was Pitch Black. Azar noticed a Pidgeot aimlessly trotting around the Battlefield. Azar leaped at the Pidgey, and threw a Ice Punch square on the Pidgey's head, knocking it off the Platform.
" Thirty-one fighters remain," a voice boomed. Azar looked around the Platform, seeing for who else he could prey on.
" Thirty fighters remain," the voice added.
Blayze~
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Great SU Yagerbomb your accepted and you have a very interesting character :)
Alright so there are four spots left :) One in the resistance and three in the Knights of Teresius. Once all the spots are filled the RP will start the weekend after next because that's a four day weekend.
Alright so there are four spots left :) One in the resistance and three in the Knights of Teresius. Once all the spots are filled the RP will start the weekend after next because that's a four day weekend.
The Noob Hacker
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Hey, just stumbled across this RP, seemed interesting. Thought I'd try and sign up.
Name: Sekaul Gladomain
Title/Nickname: None
Age:25
Gender: Male
Side: Knights of Tersius
Weapon: Scimitar
Secondary Weapon: Crossbow
Physical Appearance: Sekaul is half-elven. His ears are, for the most part, round. Although they do have distinct pointed tips. Anyone standing near by could probably guess that he had some elvish blood in him. His hair is a very light brown, and he wears it in a single long braid, his eyes are lavender, no doubt a trait from his elvish roots. He is tall, standing nearly six foot four. Slim, yet still fairly powerful. His skin tone is a tanner shade.
Apparel: Sekaul wears half plate armor, having a plate shirt and shoulder guards, chain mail covering his arms. He covers his hands with brown leather gloves. He has more plate armor covering his legs, chain mail exposed at the joints. If Sekaul is not in his armor, which is rare, he could be seen wearing simple commoner's clothing. No matter what the situation, Sekaul always wears a worn green cloak, a long hood that nearly hides his face, and conceals his ears completely, always donned.
Personality: Sekaul, being a knight of decent rank, has no problem talking to others if it has to do with his business. However, if it is a more casual situation, he usually keeps to himself. And would rarely approach anyone, especially if they are total strangers.
When it comes to performing his knightly duties, Sekaul keeps his eyes on the prize. He has no love for destroying the property and livelihood of civilians. In fact, he hates it. He very much believes in family bonds, and his are close considering how he has few to call such. If possible, he likes to keep pillaging to a minimum. Sekaul's only goal is to return the Princess to her father, despite the fact that he cares little for the affair, he simply does it because he feels he must.
Always vigilant, and inheirting his elvish traits, can detect all but the stealthiest of warriors. That is a useful talent considering that when possible, Sekaul travels mainly forest roads as to avoid towns. Once he does find someone, he will be the first to draw his crossbow. Oddly enough, or so it seems to Sekaul and those who don't know what he is, despite having little training with the weapon, he is quite the accurate crossbowman. Yet even if he has a clear shot at someone, Sekaul usually won't shoot right away unless he knows they are enemies who won't be persuaded. In most encounters where he is unsure, Sekaul attempts to convince the opposition to surrender, as he doesn't like to needlessly spill blood. When he is sure of his enemy, he will shoot at them before they even know they have been seen, that usually works as a soundless command for men under him to search and clear the area.
History: Much of Sekaul's past has been hidden from him. In truth, it was probably for the best, as the half elf's origins are far from bright. The few who know of his roots recall the tale as such:
A small party of criminals: thieves, bandits, rouges, the like, thought they could make some quick money by launching a raid on an even smaller elven village located in the rim of one forest or the other, the exact location, even the name of the village was too insignificant to be remembered. The raid was an all out success. Not a single inhabitant, nor their belongings, were spared. One rogue however, whose name escapes memory, decided to take on elf woman for himself. Anyone who had knows her, if any are still alive, would tell someone she was absolutely beautiful. Not just in looks, but in spirit doubly so. Soon, Sekaul had come to be, even if his mother had no say in the matter. If any had seen her by the time she had given birth, they would say nothing of her related to beauty. She was starved, dehydrated, and demoralized. She died not even three days after her child was born. She had never even seen her baby. Unknown to anyone, her last words were a prayer that her child, whoever that may be, to get out somehow. To be freed from this horrible prison where she spent her last days.
Almost as if some force had listened, the day following, the band of criminals was discovered and eliminated by a group of knights still under the rule of King Vince. The baby Sekaul was the only survivor, found laying in the back of a horse-drawn wagon. He was found by a low ranking knight by the name of Caramon. As it turns out, Caramon's own wife had recently passed due to disease. He saw in Sekaul the chance to have a family again, even if they weren't related, even if he was part elven. After much pleading to several higher ranking warriors, Caramon was allowed to adopt Sekaul, under the condition that he would put him in service of the King when he became old enough.
Caramon had no idea what service Sekaul would end up being put into.
Even after Vince's death, the deal remained. And when he reached the proper age, Sekaul started training to be a knight of King Cain. Sekaul always wondered why he had to do these things. His foster father, but simply father to Sekaul, didn't have the heart to tell him, despite being a very truthful and overall a very good parent.
Throughout his training, Sekaul was constantly picked on. Often, he was called "half-breed" or "pointed ear", though he knew not what the jeers meant. He later learned that he was safer with his cloak on than off. Through his training, the half elf was told that knights should be honorable, yet he saw none in his fellow knights in training. And as he got out in the world, he saw that things clearly weren't all completely right. The world did not resemble that which his father had told stories of. Thus he decided to devote his knighthood to his family. He does not do as he does for Cain, he does it for himself and Caramon. That, and his father's teachings, is why Sekaul does not have any desire to terrorize innocent people. That lead to him always getting his jobs done fastest, which is how he ascended to his current rank so fast.
Sekaul has heard of the Resistance, and once considering joining it. But he couldn't simply leave behind his father. Nor the very few fellow knights he considered decent, even possibly friends. Sekaul wishes to exhibit honor and loyalty, even if nobody else will.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: (This was from my first RP, there I played a character called Delta, who ended up being a criminal put on execution for his crimes. The following details the events during the execution, and a little bit before.)
Time moves slowly whilst rotting in a cell as Delta did. The minutes moved like hours, the hours like days, the days like years. If anything good came out of this experience of withdraw from the world it was that Delta had a lot of time to think And think he did, for that was all that could be done. Mainly he thought of what he had done in the past, what actions had led up to this.
Was it wrong, a thought that crossed Delta's mind countless times.
Was it wrong, he thought, to do as I had been told? Is it a sin to do as your elders teach you to do? Is it truely my fault, and mine alone, that I have met this fate. If it is then what, what was I to do? Who am I to renounce what I was taught? Who am I?
Well, he thought at length, if this fate was of my own make, then at least I have had the honor to forge the chain that is my destiny. At least I was no puppet, at least I was able to do as I pleased. So then the question still stands: Was it wrong? By some standards yes, but such is the world, mere perception. Everything: Time, morals, scale, right and wrong, all perspective. So to the question of is it wrong. There exists no answer, he concluded after hours past.
Yet still, even after this debate against himself, the day was still strong, and his naturally long-lived stamina was nowhere near exaushted. What was time to him anyways at this point? Just numbers on a machine. It mattered no longer weather it was day or night, it mattered not which sphere in the sky was visible. He slept when he was tired, and woke when his eyes opened. So there was only one thing to do, further submerge himself in thought.
His constant train of thought was, from time to time, interrupted by visitors. Mainly to mock him. They did everything from basic verbal insults, to childish mockery. Delta got his two seconds of amusement from their trivial attempts to break his spirit before his death. Further amusement came from their expressions as he showed no signs of being hurt from their insults, even chuckling at times. He found it comical how the trainers could get so angry as their attempts to break him failed.
Finally, after what seemed like millenia had passed, it was one day until the execution. It felt akward, frightful, to know your last day on this earth was tommorow. Delta could only imagine how he would feel on the day he knew that, undobtingly, he would die. He always imagined he would go out the "honrable" way in Karoncowian culture, to be slain in battle. He imagined he would fall to a great and powerful adversary, he imagined that he would die in the greatest fight of his life, as Karocowian legends have described of others.
What a great fool I must look. Delta thought. To be executed by a single needle, in a prison, for all to see. It must be amogst the least honorable ways to perish.
However, for the day before his death, it passed like any average day. All seemed normal. But such is the world, too big and important to care for the petty needs of its inhabitents. So the day slowly dragged on. Eventually the day ended, Delta taking the sleep second to last, the last sleep from which he could awake.
As always, the sun rose on the day following. The natural world was in complete order. However the political world was not. It is funny, how the order of the world and its inhabitents are so divided. Throughout the day preparations were made. It only took a few hours to set up everything in the courtyard of the small prison, whose population will, on this day, drop to zero.
Come the afternoon Delta was dragged into a room in the prison, from this day onwards dubbed the "execution room". The room was divided legthwise on half. On this dividing line was a three foot high wall, the rest of the line was plexiglass. On one side there was a dividing line of similar make, dividing it in half down the middle. This line had a door in it. On one side of the door was a single bench, it was standing upright, on it were four straps for the arms and legs of the one being sent to death. On the other side there were two similar benches, only smaller. These were custom-built: One for a Growlithe and one for a Wooper.
Waiting on the other side of the plexiglass for Delta was a large crowd, it must have been nearly eighty percent of the town's population. In a few minutes Delta was strapped to the his bench, as were his Pokemon, their Pokeballs being placed on a small table near the benches. Delta had a feeling of helplessness, there was nothing he could do. But then, a beacon of hope. The gaurds, never having performed an execution, didn't know how to properly strap someone to the bench. Delta could feel a pocket of air near his right wrist. He kept it completly stiff, pretending that they had properly strapped him in.
A man came out from a door behind Delta, he bore a needle bigger than any Delta had seen before. It was filled with a viscos, blue fluid. This man was followed by the mayor, who was holding a microphone in order to permiate the soundproof walls between him and the audience. The mayor repeated almost exactly the same speech as he did a week prior. Ending with, yet again, offering Delta last words.
"I believe my last words were spoken one week ago." Delta said.
"Very well then." the mayor said.
The executioner approached Delta, who assumed he was no more than a regular gaurd given this task for the day.
"You know for the first person to be executed here in over a century I would hope you would have something better to say." the gaurd said, his voice shook, as if he was the one on the bench.
"That is quite a twisted thing to say." Delta said back.
"But not nearly as much as what ha come out of your mouth. But I will silence it once and for all." the gaurd said, his agitation growing.
Delta smirked "So you're under the impression that you are just going to stick me with that needle and it will all be over?" he chuckled.
Fear gripped the executioner's eyes. Half with anger, half with fear he said "You're in no position to be so smug. You're the one who is going to die. That's it! I will have no more!" he quickly went at Delta, needle in hand.
"Obviously you have no idea who you're talking to. So I'll tell you, you're talking to someone who isn't going to die today." Delta said, his smirk becoming a grin.
The people watching gasped. In one swift motion, Delta's right arm was free of the straps. And his fist was clenched where the executioner's neck used to be. The executioner was now on the ground, unconcious. Gaurds approached his Pokemon with needles similar to the ones the unconcious executioner once held. Delta held up two fingers.
For a moment there was nothing. Then fire erupted from Growlithe's. As part of training for a situation such as this, Delta had to train his Pokemon to use moves associated with hand signs. However, the Pokemon never quite understood the signs so verbal command was always used when possible.
In an instant, Delta completly freed himself from his bonds and rushed into the room with his Pokemon. He unbound them and took out the earplugs and other such things they put on his Pokemon. Seeing how he was outnumbered, and countless Pokemon were being released to combat against him, Delta took an evasive strategy.
"Growlithe, Ember! Wooper, Water Gun!" Delta called.
The two did as commanded and a wall of steam was conjured, engulfing the room and making Delta and his Pokemon near invisible. In the confusion Delta recalled his Pokemon, located the door, and ran.
Minutes later Delta burst through the front doors of the prison. He was clothed in the thick, protectve, brown coat of the gaurds, under that a black shirt, blue pants, and ordinary brown shoes. At least he could appear to be a gaurd chasing after Delta as opposed to Delta himself from affar. However the thing that nearly gave him away was his backpack, which Delta had retrieved only because it was in plain sight once he had escaped.
He ran towards the edge of the forest, nearly out of breath. He stopped for only a short moment to catch his breath. There was no time to waste, the town was probably setting up a flank for him as of now. Yet near the corner of his eye, he noticed a single human figure. The figure was shadowed and impossible to distinguish. It could have been anyone. He began to move away, pretending not to notice the person. He wanted to see what this person did. If they ran to tell the people where he was, he could run, if they ran after him, he could run.
Name: Sekaul Gladomain
Title/Nickname: None
Age:25
Gender: Male
Side: Knights of Tersius
Weapon: Scimitar
Secondary Weapon: Crossbow
Physical Appearance: Sekaul is half-elven. His ears are, for the most part, round. Although they do have distinct pointed tips. Anyone standing near by could probably guess that he had some elvish blood in him. His hair is a very light brown, and he wears it in a single long braid, his eyes are lavender, no doubt a trait from his elvish roots. He is tall, standing nearly six foot four. Slim, yet still fairly powerful. His skin tone is a tanner shade.
Apparel: Sekaul wears half plate armor, having a plate shirt and shoulder guards, chain mail covering his arms. He covers his hands with brown leather gloves. He has more plate armor covering his legs, chain mail exposed at the joints. If Sekaul is not in his armor, which is rare, he could be seen wearing simple commoner's clothing. No matter what the situation, Sekaul always wears a worn green cloak, a long hood that nearly hides his face, and conceals his ears completely, always donned.
Personality: Sekaul, being a knight of decent rank, has no problem talking to others if it has to do with his business. However, if it is a more casual situation, he usually keeps to himself. And would rarely approach anyone, especially if they are total strangers.
When it comes to performing his knightly duties, Sekaul keeps his eyes on the prize. He has no love for destroying the property and livelihood of civilians. In fact, he hates it. He very much believes in family bonds, and his are close considering how he has few to call such. If possible, he likes to keep pillaging to a minimum. Sekaul's only goal is to return the Princess to her father, despite the fact that he cares little for the affair, he simply does it because he feels he must.
Always vigilant, and inheirting his elvish traits, can detect all but the stealthiest of warriors. That is a useful talent considering that when possible, Sekaul travels mainly forest roads as to avoid towns. Once he does find someone, he will be the first to draw his crossbow. Oddly enough, or so it seems to Sekaul and those who don't know what he is, despite having little training with the weapon, he is quite the accurate crossbowman. Yet even if he has a clear shot at someone, Sekaul usually won't shoot right away unless he knows they are enemies who won't be persuaded. In most encounters where he is unsure, Sekaul attempts to convince the opposition to surrender, as he doesn't like to needlessly spill blood. When he is sure of his enemy, he will shoot at them before they even know they have been seen, that usually works as a soundless command for men under him to search and clear the area.
History: Much of Sekaul's past has been hidden from him. In truth, it was probably for the best, as the half elf's origins are far from bright. The few who know of his roots recall the tale as such:
A small party of criminals: thieves, bandits, rouges, the like, thought they could make some quick money by launching a raid on an even smaller elven village located in the rim of one forest or the other, the exact location, even the name of the village was too insignificant to be remembered. The raid was an all out success. Not a single inhabitant, nor their belongings, were spared. One rogue however, whose name escapes memory, decided to take on elf woman for himself. Anyone who had knows her, if any are still alive, would tell someone she was absolutely beautiful. Not just in looks, but in spirit doubly so. Soon, Sekaul had come to be, even if his mother had no say in the matter. If any had seen her by the time she had given birth, they would say nothing of her related to beauty. She was starved, dehydrated, and demoralized. She died not even three days after her child was born. She had never even seen her baby. Unknown to anyone, her last words were a prayer that her child, whoever that may be, to get out somehow. To be freed from this horrible prison where she spent her last days.
Almost as if some force had listened, the day following, the band of criminals was discovered and eliminated by a group of knights still under the rule of King Vince. The baby Sekaul was the only survivor, found laying in the back of a horse-drawn wagon. He was found by a low ranking knight by the name of Caramon. As it turns out, Caramon's own wife had recently passed due to disease. He saw in Sekaul the chance to have a family again, even if they weren't related, even if he was part elven. After much pleading to several higher ranking warriors, Caramon was allowed to adopt Sekaul, under the condition that he would put him in service of the King when he became old enough.
Caramon had no idea what service Sekaul would end up being put into.
Even after Vince's death, the deal remained. And when he reached the proper age, Sekaul started training to be a knight of King Cain. Sekaul always wondered why he had to do these things. His foster father, but simply father to Sekaul, didn't have the heart to tell him, despite being a very truthful and overall a very good parent.
Throughout his training, Sekaul was constantly picked on. Often, he was called "half-breed" or "pointed ear", though he knew not what the jeers meant. He later learned that he was safer with his cloak on than off. Through his training, the half elf was told that knights should be honorable, yet he saw none in his fellow knights in training. And as he got out in the world, he saw that things clearly weren't all completely right. The world did not resemble that which his father had told stories of. Thus he decided to devote his knighthood to his family. He does not do as he does for Cain, he does it for himself and Caramon. That, and his father's teachings, is why Sekaul does not have any desire to terrorize innocent people. That lead to him always getting his jobs done fastest, which is how he ascended to his current rank so fast.
Sekaul has heard of the Resistance, and once considering joining it. But he couldn't simply leave behind his father. Nor the very few fellow knights he considered decent, even possibly friends. Sekaul wishes to exhibit honor and loyalty, even if nobody else will.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: (This was from my first RP, there I played a character called Delta, who ended up being a criminal put on execution for his crimes. The following details the events during the execution, and a little bit before.)
Time moves slowly whilst rotting in a cell as Delta did. The minutes moved like hours, the hours like days, the days like years. If anything good came out of this experience of withdraw from the world it was that Delta had a lot of time to think And think he did, for that was all that could be done. Mainly he thought of what he had done in the past, what actions had led up to this.
Was it wrong, a thought that crossed Delta's mind countless times.
Was it wrong, he thought, to do as I had been told? Is it a sin to do as your elders teach you to do? Is it truely my fault, and mine alone, that I have met this fate. If it is then what, what was I to do? Who am I to renounce what I was taught? Who am I?
Well, he thought at length, if this fate was of my own make, then at least I have had the honor to forge the chain that is my destiny. At least I was no puppet, at least I was able to do as I pleased. So then the question still stands: Was it wrong? By some standards yes, but such is the world, mere perception. Everything: Time, morals, scale, right and wrong, all perspective. So to the question of is it wrong. There exists no answer, he concluded after hours past.
Yet still, even after this debate against himself, the day was still strong, and his naturally long-lived stamina was nowhere near exaushted. What was time to him anyways at this point? Just numbers on a machine. It mattered no longer weather it was day or night, it mattered not which sphere in the sky was visible. He slept when he was tired, and woke when his eyes opened. So there was only one thing to do, further submerge himself in thought.
His constant train of thought was, from time to time, interrupted by visitors. Mainly to mock him. They did everything from basic verbal insults, to childish mockery. Delta got his two seconds of amusement from their trivial attempts to break his spirit before his death. Further amusement came from their expressions as he showed no signs of being hurt from their insults, even chuckling at times. He found it comical how the trainers could get so angry as their attempts to break him failed.
Finally, after what seemed like millenia had passed, it was one day until the execution. It felt akward, frightful, to know your last day on this earth was tommorow. Delta could only imagine how he would feel on the day he knew that, undobtingly, he would die. He always imagined he would go out the "honrable" way in Karoncowian culture, to be slain in battle. He imagined he would fall to a great and powerful adversary, he imagined that he would die in the greatest fight of his life, as Karocowian legends have described of others.
What a great fool I must look. Delta thought. To be executed by a single needle, in a prison, for all to see. It must be amogst the least honorable ways to perish.
However, for the day before his death, it passed like any average day. All seemed normal. But such is the world, too big and important to care for the petty needs of its inhabitents. So the day slowly dragged on. Eventually the day ended, Delta taking the sleep second to last, the last sleep from which he could awake.
As always, the sun rose on the day following. The natural world was in complete order. However the political world was not. It is funny, how the order of the world and its inhabitents are so divided. Throughout the day preparations were made. It only took a few hours to set up everything in the courtyard of the small prison, whose population will, on this day, drop to zero.
Come the afternoon Delta was dragged into a room in the prison, from this day onwards dubbed the "execution room". The room was divided legthwise on half. On this dividing line was a three foot high wall, the rest of the line was plexiglass. On one side there was a dividing line of similar make, dividing it in half down the middle. This line had a door in it. On one side of the door was a single bench, it was standing upright, on it were four straps for the arms and legs of the one being sent to death. On the other side there were two similar benches, only smaller. These were custom-built: One for a Growlithe and one for a Wooper.
Waiting on the other side of the plexiglass for Delta was a large crowd, it must have been nearly eighty percent of the town's population. In a few minutes Delta was strapped to the his bench, as were his Pokemon, their Pokeballs being placed on a small table near the benches. Delta had a feeling of helplessness, there was nothing he could do. But then, a beacon of hope. The gaurds, never having performed an execution, didn't know how to properly strap someone to the bench. Delta could feel a pocket of air near his right wrist. He kept it completly stiff, pretending that they had properly strapped him in.
A man came out from a door behind Delta, he bore a needle bigger than any Delta had seen before. It was filled with a viscos, blue fluid. This man was followed by the mayor, who was holding a microphone in order to permiate the soundproof walls between him and the audience. The mayor repeated almost exactly the same speech as he did a week prior. Ending with, yet again, offering Delta last words.
"I believe my last words were spoken one week ago." Delta said.
"Very well then." the mayor said.
The executioner approached Delta, who assumed he was no more than a regular gaurd given this task for the day.
"You know for the first person to be executed here in over a century I would hope you would have something better to say." the gaurd said, his voice shook, as if he was the one on the bench.
"That is quite a twisted thing to say." Delta said back.
"But not nearly as much as what ha come out of your mouth. But I will silence it once and for all." the gaurd said, his agitation growing.
Delta smirked "So you're under the impression that you are just going to stick me with that needle and it will all be over?" he chuckled.
Fear gripped the executioner's eyes. Half with anger, half with fear he said "You're in no position to be so smug. You're the one who is going to die. That's it! I will have no more!" he quickly went at Delta, needle in hand.
"Obviously you have no idea who you're talking to. So I'll tell you, you're talking to someone who isn't going to die today." Delta said, his smirk becoming a grin.
The people watching gasped. In one swift motion, Delta's right arm was free of the straps. And his fist was clenched where the executioner's neck used to be. The executioner was now on the ground, unconcious. Gaurds approached his Pokemon with needles similar to the ones the unconcious executioner once held. Delta held up two fingers.
For a moment there was nothing. Then fire erupted from Growlithe's. As part of training for a situation such as this, Delta had to train his Pokemon to use moves associated with hand signs. However, the Pokemon never quite understood the signs so verbal command was always used when possible.
In an instant, Delta completly freed himself from his bonds and rushed into the room with his Pokemon. He unbound them and took out the earplugs and other such things they put on his Pokemon. Seeing how he was outnumbered, and countless Pokemon were being released to combat against him, Delta took an evasive strategy.
"Growlithe, Ember! Wooper, Water Gun!" Delta called.
The two did as commanded and a wall of steam was conjured, engulfing the room and making Delta and his Pokemon near invisible. In the confusion Delta recalled his Pokemon, located the door, and ran.
Minutes later Delta burst through the front doors of the prison. He was clothed in the thick, protectve, brown coat of the gaurds, under that a black shirt, blue pants, and ordinary brown shoes. At least he could appear to be a gaurd chasing after Delta as opposed to Delta himself from affar. However the thing that nearly gave him away was his backpack, which Delta had retrieved only because it was in plain sight once he had escaped.
He ran towards the edge of the forest, nearly out of breath. He stopped for only a short moment to catch his breath. There was no time to waste, the town was probably setting up a flank for him as of now. Yet near the corner of his eye, he noticed a single human figure. The figure was shadowed and impossible to distinguish. It could have been anyone. He began to move away, pretending not to notice the person. He wanted to see what this person did. If they ran to tell the people where he was, he could run, if they ran after him, he could run.
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Name: Astra Del Lucos
Title/Nickname: The Silent one
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Side: Resistance
Weapon: Two Stiletto Knives
Secondary Weapon: Crossbow
Physical Apperance:
![Fight For Teresius [T]](https://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lia027oJSA1qdiydwo1_500.jpg "Fight For Teresius [T]")
Apparel: ^
Personality:
Astra is quiet and reserved. Not to make a outstanding move or attack, Astra prefers to lay back and study the enemy. Astra does not talk often, but when she does, it is of importance, as she is not inclined for small talk. Astra is cunning and quick, and she like to use those traits to her advantage in battle. Astra likes to use whatever she can to her advantage, whether it be the element of surprise or using her natural-born looks to her advantage. Astra enjoys the spectacles and thrills of romance, searching for romance wherever she may find it. Astra is the type to lead along a potential romancer, to the point where some turn back from her. But, according to Astra, she is worth it. Based on her earlier life, Astra is wary of her surroundings, using them for her advantage. Astra is always looking for an advantage, no matter how she does it.
History:
Astra was born into a middle-class family, with her Father being a Bartender and her mother a member of the courts. Astra grew up in the happiness that King Vince had created in the Kingdom, although Astra was oblivious to who was ruling the Kingdom. As she got older, Astra began to notice the attention she had gotten from other in town. Astra believed that she was special and important because of the attention, but in reality she was given attention because of her looks, and for the most part, not anything else. When she became older, Astra began working at her father's bar, mainly because she couldn't find much work. Astra worked for her father for the next several years, living a life of poor living accommodations, long work shifts and plenty of short-term relationships. One day, while Astra was working at her Father's bar, some of the King's Soldiers had showed up and killed what they had called "traitors" for conspiring against the King. Before leaving the bar, the Soldiers burned down the bar, killing Astra's Father and twelve other people. Astra had survived the burning, and angered by the murder of her father, joined the resistance.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: (This is how Astra joined the resistance)
It was just another day for Astra. work a shift at the bar, acquaint herself with customers and head home.
" Astra," her Father yelled.
" Yes Father," Astra replied,
" Can you mind the counter for a bit? I have to talk to some of the King's men," her Father asked.
" Yep, got it," Astra replied.
Astra walked over to the counter and waited. No one was around at this time of day, except for a group of people who showed up and were talking about a resistance. Hmm... interesting, Astra thought, a resistance. Astra paced back and forth behind the counter for a while, not sure how to pass the time. That is however, until Astra heard a scream. She looked over to the table where the group was and the Soldiers had executed one of the resistors! Astra watched, horrified as the Soldiers murdered the entire group of people. Astra cowered behind the counter as the Soldiers marched out of the building. Astra looked outside and glimpsed a Soldier making a speech, referring to Father and the people as traitors. Astra peeked outside as a Soldier lit the Bar on fire! Astra ran to the back door but due to fire back there, the exit was impassable. Astra frantically climbed up to the the top floor, and began cutting a hole through the roof with her Stiletto. Astra hurried to cut the roof, as the flames inched closer to Astra. Astra broke through the roof, and jumped on to the Roof. Astra dashed on top of the roof, and jumped down towards one of the Soldiers. She clamped her legs around the Soldier's neck, and stabbed him in the throat with her Stiletto. Astra dashed away into the alleyways, heading towards the mountains, where the resistance was rumored to be forming.
Title/Nickname: The Silent one
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Side: Resistance
Weapon: Two Stiletto Knives
Secondary Weapon: Crossbow
Physical Apperance:
Apparel: ^
Personality:
Astra is quiet and reserved. Not to make a outstanding move or attack, Astra prefers to lay back and study the enemy. Astra does not talk often, but when she does, it is of importance, as she is not inclined for small talk. Astra is cunning and quick, and she like to use those traits to her advantage in battle. Astra likes to use whatever she can to her advantage, whether it be the element of surprise or using her natural-born looks to her advantage. Astra enjoys the spectacles and thrills of romance, searching for romance wherever she may find it. Astra is the type to lead along a potential romancer, to the point where some turn back from her. But, according to Astra, she is worth it. Based on her earlier life, Astra is wary of her surroundings, using them for her advantage. Astra is always looking for an advantage, no matter how she does it.
History:
Astra was born into a middle-class family, with her Father being a Bartender and her mother a member of the courts. Astra grew up in the happiness that King Vince had created in the Kingdom, although Astra was oblivious to who was ruling the Kingdom. As she got older, Astra began to notice the attention she had gotten from other in town. Astra believed that she was special and important because of the attention, but in reality she was given attention because of her looks, and for the most part, not anything else. When she became older, Astra began working at her father's bar, mainly because she couldn't find much work. Astra worked for her father for the next several years, living a life of poor living accommodations, long work shifts and plenty of short-term relationships. One day, while Astra was working at her Father's bar, some of the King's Soldiers had showed up and killed what they had called "traitors" for conspiring against the King. Before leaving the bar, the Soldiers burned down the bar, killing Astra's Father and twelve other people. Astra had survived the burning, and angered by the murder of her father, joined the resistance.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: (This is how Astra joined the resistance)
It was just another day for Astra. work a shift at the bar, acquaint herself with customers and head home.
" Astra," her Father yelled.
" Yes Father," Astra replied,
" Can you mind the counter for a bit? I have to talk to some of the King's men," her Father asked.
" Yep, got it," Astra replied.
Astra walked over to the counter and waited. No one was around at this time of day, except for a group of people who showed up and were talking about a resistance. Hmm... interesting, Astra thought, a resistance. Astra paced back and forth behind the counter for a while, not sure how to pass the time. That is however, until Astra heard a scream. She looked over to the table where the group was and the Soldiers had executed one of the resistors! Astra watched, horrified as the Soldiers murdered the entire group of people. Astra cowered behind the counter as the Soldiers marched out of the building. Astra looked outside and glimpsed a Soldier making a speech, referring to Father and the people as traitors. Astra peeked outside as a Soldier lit the Bar on fire! Astra ran to the back door but due to fire back there, the exit was impassable. Astra frantically climbed up to the the top floor, and began cutting a hole through the roof with her Stiletto. Astra hurried to cut the roof, as the flames inched closer to Astra. Astra broke through the roof, and jumped on to the Roof. Astra dashed on top of the roof, and jumped down towards one of the Soldiers. She clamped her legs around the Soldier's neck, and stabbed him in the throat with her Stiletto. Astra dashed away into the alleyways, heading towards the mountains, where the resistance was rumored to be forming.
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Dang! I did try to reserve for the resistance, but oh well. My character will work for the knights as well with a few minor changes. :)
Name: Dohel Alanea
Title/Nickname: Bringer of the Shadows
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Side: Knight of Teresius
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Secondary Weapon: Various sized throwing knives kept in various places. Also keeps a small pouch of various poison that he uses to poison his daggers and arrows.
Physical Apperance: Long(ish) black hair, dark green eyes, Pale(ish) skin tone, wieghs 165 pounds, stands at about 5'11. Has slightly pointed ears (explained later) and various scars on his hands and arms.
Apparel:
![Fight For Teresius [T]](https://www.freewebs.com/supersnygg/Legolas%202.jpg "Fight For Teresius [T]")
Like Legolas, but with black hair instead of blonde and he wears a cloak that covers most of his body.
Personality: Dohel is a mercenary, but he does not act like other mercenaries. He cares only about the cool satisfaction of killing. He likes the money as well, but cares for little else. He is cold and unreadable, and he has very litle care for ethics. He has no honor either, and will win a fight at any cost, even if it resorts to dirty tricks.
History: Dohel is a half elf, born from an elf mother and a human father. His father left before he was born, and his mother died in childbirth, leaving the elven community to raise the child. For twelve years, Dohel was raised by an old elf, and trained in their ways. When he ws twelve, the Elders decided that it was time to tell the boy of his heritage, being half elf and half human. Dohel had suspected that his parents had done something due to the fact of the other elves looking down on him, and having slightly rounded ears unlike other elves.
He became angry upon hearing this, although he kept it bottled inside of him for the time being. That night, while making dinner for his foster parent, he slipped some poison into the other bowl, blaming his foster father for what had happend. After the old elf was dead, he ran off with his bow into the forrest where he remained until he was 18.
In the summer of when he was 18, he came to the kingdom of Teresius. He decided to rejoin society and started doing jobs as an assasin. His reputation slowly grew until the King himself, Kind Cain, asked him to do a few jobs for him. Dohel accepted, and as time went by, Dohel started to do more and more jobs for the wicked king. He found satisfaction in killing as a way to vent his anger at his parents.
As his reputation in the underground world of mercenaries grew, he took to wearing a cloak to hide his identity, as well as his ears (still being ashamed of his linage), from the rest of society. By the time he was 24, he was the kings most trusted (as much as an assasin can be trusted) assasin, and Dohel started doing jobs only for the King (except for jobs that had very good pay). He noticed that the knights of Teresius were nervous around him, and he enjoyed their uneasiness which entertained him.
While Dohel disagrees with many of the things that Cain is doing, he remains the kings employee, if only because of the money.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: (This is my most recent post from the Pokemon Odyssey 2)
He had stalked his prey for a few hours now, the time all blending together making it seem both like ages and like a blink of the eye. Silver had found the scent back at the river that ran through the cavern, and it had led to here. He had always been a good tracker, and that was coming in handy right now as he swept his eyes from one side of the small cave to the other. The scent had branched off from the main fighting cavern and gone off into a side cave that turned and twisted for what must have been miles, but here the scent was freshest, and could not have been more that a few minutes old.
Silver scanned the cave from his hiding spot for the third time, trying to spot any evidence of his target. If he had been back in the Alpha Alliance, he would have rushed in without hesitation, as few could stand up to a member of Gold Tribe. But here, every fighter in the tournament was chosen because of their strength, and usually more than just that. So, was he just getting closer to his enemy, or was the enemy lying in wait for him, waiting to ambush him.
Silver thought for a moment about his options, and what he had learned so raf about the enemy. The scent he had picked up was definitely bug, and it had been relatively fast. The absol had to run at some points to keep up with it instead of sticking to the shadows like he normally did. He had also smelled and seen droplets of venom at some points, so it was probobly a poison type as well. He searched his memory, trying to recall any of the contestants in the arena that would match the description. The only one that he could remember had been a Scolipede...
He smiled, Scolipedes took extra damage from psycic moves, and just happed to have psyco cut. Well then, he thought lets go trip the trap. He cautiosly creeped into the room, keeping his ears and eyes open for any movements or sounds. He moved to the center of the room, waiting, then spun around quickly to see the monstrous form of a pokemon behind him. He grinned inwardly as he saw that he was correct, that it was an ambush and that he was facing a Scolipede. After hardly a millesecond of satisfaction, he lept out of the way of the charging bug pokemon, which kept going and crashed into a rock.he quickly sent out two psyco cuts and a dark pulse at the beast while it was stunned, but it did not seem to do a lot of damage to it. Not that Silver was surprised, all the players in the tournament could probobly take lots of pain, and a few attacks was not going to stop this beast. The Scolipede continued to charge him time and time again, while SIlver harrased it with both his moves and claws.
After a few minutes of this, the Scolipede changed strategies, and used the move steamroller, rolling up the wall onto the cieling, then back down the other wall and into Silver before he had time to get out of the way, throwing the Absol against the opposite wall, temporarily stunned. The Scolipede took advantage of the opening and charged once again, this time mercilously stabbing Silver with it's horns, poisoning him. Silver quickly used a combination of psyco cut and dark pulse to blast the other pokemon away, and got up shakily, the poison already taking effect in his system. Realising that he did not have much time before the poison would really kick in, he changed tactics, launching dark pulse after dark pulse through the room. causing it to shudder and shake. As he saw cracks forming on the walls and cieling, he dashed out of the room, just as the cieling collapsed behind him, cushing the wailing Scolipede behind him.
He ran on shaky legs for a mile or two before resting and taking stock of his injuries. He had various scrapes and bruises, but the only major wound was where the Scolipede had stapped him with it's horns on his left sholder. He could feel it stinging from the poison and a small amount of pus was oozing out of it.
He slowly made his way back to the main cavern, and just as he did, there was a large explosion on the other side of the large cave. He squinted, trying to see what had happened, but was unable to because of the distance and dim light. He crept around the edge of the cavern, staying in the safety of the shadows, trying to find out what happened, when he saw a pokemon walking straight for him. He tensed up, readying himself if battle was necessary, then relaxed again as he realized it was one of the keepers.
The hooded Kabutops called to him "The battle is over, you may come back to the portal now."
Silver hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the shadows towards the ancient pokemon. He started walking back to the portal, then stopped and asked "What happened over there with that big explosion?"
The Kabutops smiled and said "A graveler who was about to die used self destruct and tried to take his opponent with him. Unfortunately he failed, and the other pokemon managed to survive. Although, there was quited a bit of damage to the arena." Then the ancient pokemon smiled and walked away, probobly to go gather the rest of the contestants.
Silver shuddered. Unfortunately? Wow, some real nice people here. He shook his mind and quickly limped to the river, where he dipped his shoulder in an attempt to clean out the poison before heading back to the portal. He stood at the glowing doorway for a moment, looking back into the cavern, before stepping into the glowing light.
He stepped out on the other side and shook his head. Those portals gave him a strange feeling in the head, kind of like when at parties when you suck all the helium out of a balloon.
He looked around, searching for the other Gold Tribe members, finding most of them standing together, as well as a small Buizel. He walked over to them, weaving through the smaller than earlier crowd of pokemon. He cleared his throat and said "Well, looks like most of us made it through the round. Any news from the others yet?"
Name: Dohel Alanea
Title/Nickname: Bringer of the Shadows
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Side: Knight of Teresius
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Secondary Weapon: Various sized throwing knives kept in various places. Also keeps a small pouch of various poison that he uses to poison his daggers and arrows.
Physical Apperance: Long(ish) black hair, dark green eyes, Pale(ish) skin tone, wieghs 165 pounds, stands at about 5'11. Has slightly pointed ears (explained later) and various scars on his hands and arms.
Apparel:
Personality: Dohel is a mercenary, but he does not act like other mercenaries. He cares only about the cool satisfaction of killing. He likes the money as well, but cares for little else. He is cold and unreadable, and he has very litle care for ethics. He has no honor either, and will win a fight at any cost, even if it resorts to dirty tricks.
History: Dohel is a half elf, born from an elf mother and a human father. His father left before he was born, and his mother died in childbirth, leaving the elven community to raise the child. For twelve years, Dohel was raised by an old elf, and trained in their ways. When he ws twelve, the Elders decided that it was time to tell the boy of his heritage, being half elf and half human. Dohel had suspected that his parents had done something due to the fact of the other elves looking down on him, and having slightly rounded ears unlike other elves.
He became angry upon hearing this, although he kept it bottled inside of him for the time being. That night, while making dinner for his foster parent, he slipped some poison into the other bowl, blaming his foster father for what had happend. After the old elf was dead, he ran off with his bow into the forrest where he remained until he was 18.
In the summer of when he was 18, he came to the kingdom of Teresius. He decided to rejoin society and started doing jobs as an assasin. His reputation slowly grew until the King himself, Kind Cain, asked him to do a few jobs for him. Dohel accepted, and as time went by, Dohel started to do more and more jobs for the wicked king. He found satisfaction in killing as a way to vent his anger at his parents.
As his reputation in the underground world of mercenaries grew, he took to wearing a cloak to hide his identity, as well as his ears (still being ashamed of his linage), from the rest of society. By the time he was 24, he was the kings most trusted (as much as an assasin can be trusted) assasin, and Dohel started doing jobs only for the King (except for jobs that had very good pay). He noticed that the knights of Teresius were nervous around him, and he enjoyed their uneasiness which entertained him.
While Dohel disagrees with many of the things that Cain is doing, he remains the kings employee, if only because of the money.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: (This is my most recent post from the Pokemon Odyssey 2)
He had stalked his prey for a few hours now, the time all blending together making it seem both like ages and like a blink of the eye. Silver had found the scent back at the river that ran through the cavern, and it had led to here. He had always been a good tracker, and that was coming in handy right now as he swept his eyes from one side of the small cave to the other. The scent had branched off from the main fighting cavern and gone off into a side cave that turned and twisted for what must have been miles, but here the scent was freshest, and could not have been more that a few minutes old.
Silver scanned the cave from his hiding spot for the third time, trying to spot any evidence of his target. If he had been back in the Alpha Alliance, he would have rushed in without hesitation, as few could stand up to a member of Gold Tribe. But here, every fighter in the tournament was chosen because of their strength, and usually more than just that. So, was he just getting closer to his enemy, or was the enemy lying in wait for him, waiting to ambush him.
Silver thought for a moment about his options, and what he had learned so raf about the enemy. The scent he had picked up was definitely bug, and it had been relatively fast. The absol had to run at some points to keep up with it instead of sticking to the shadows like he normally did. He had also smelled and seen droplets of venom at some points, so it was probobly a poison type as well. He searched his memory, trying to recall any of the contestants in the arena that would match the description. The only one that he could remember had been a Scolipede...
He smiled, Scolipedes took extra damage from psycic moves, and just happed to have psyco cut. Well then, he thought lets go trip the trap. He cautiosly creeped into the room, keeping his ears and eyes open for any movements or sounds. He moved to the center of the room, waiting, then spun around quickly to see the monstrous form of a pokemon behind him. He grinned inwardly as he saw that he was correct, that it was an ambush and that he was facing a Scolipede. After hardly a millesecond of satisfaction, he lept out of the way of the charging bug pokemon, which kept going and crashed into a rock.he quickly sent out two psyco cuts and a dark pulse at the beast while it was stunned, but it did not seem to do a lot of damage to it. Not that Silver was surprised, all the players in the tournament could probobly take lots of pain, and a few attacks was not going to stop this beast. The Scolipede continued to charge him time and time again, while SIlver harrased it with both his moves and claws.
After a few minutes of this, the Scolipede changed strategies, and used the move steamroller, rolling up the wall onto the cieling, then back down the other wall and into Silver before he had time to get out of the way, throwing the Absol against the opposite wall, temporarily stunned. The Scolipede took advantage of the opening and charged once again, this time mercilously stabbing Silver with it's horns, poisoning him. Silver quickly used a combination of psyco cut and dark pulse to blast the other pokemon away, and got up shakily, the poison already taking effect in his system. Realising that he did not have much time before the poison would really kick in, he changed tactics, launching dark pulse after dark pulse through the room. causing it to shudder and shake. As he saw cracks forming on the walls and cieling, he dashed out of the room, just as the cieling collapsed behind him, cushing the wailing Scolipede behind him.
He ran on shaky legs for a mile or two before resting and taking stock of his injuries. He had various scrapes and bruises, but the only major wound was where the Scolipede had stapped him with it's horns on his left sholder. He could feel it stinging from the poison and a small amount of pus was oozing out of it.
He slowly made his way back to the main cavern, and just as he did, there was a large explosion on the other side of the large cave. He squinted, trying to see what had happened, but was unable to because of the distance and dim light. He crept around the edge of the cavern, staying in the safety of the shadows, trying to find out what happened, when he saw a pokemon walking straight for him. He tensed up, readying himself if battle was necessary, then relaxed again as he realized it was one of the keepers.
The hooded Kabutops called to him "The battle is over, you may come back to the portal now."
Silver hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the shadows towards the ancient pokemon. He started walking back to the portal, then stopped and asked "What happened over there with that big explosion?"
The Kabutops smiled and said "A graveler who was about to die used self destruct and tried to take his opponent with him. Unfortunately he failed, and the other pokemon managed to survive. Although, there was quited a bit of damage to the arena." Then the ancient pokemon smiled and walked away, probobly to go gather the rest of the contestants.
Silver shuddered. Unfortunately? Wow, some real nice people here. He shook his mind and quickly limped to the river, where he dipped his shoulder in an attempt to clean out the poison before heading back to the portal. He stood at the glowing doorway for a moment, looking back into the cavern, before stepping into the glowing light.
He stepped out on the other side and shook his head. Those portals gave him a strange feeling in the head, kind of like when at parties when you suck all the helium out of a balloon.
He looked around, searching for the other Gold Tribe members, finding most of them standing together, as well as a small Buizel. He walked over to them, weaving through the smaller than earlier crowd of pokemon. He cleared his throat and said "Well, looks like most of us made it through the round. Any news from the others yet?"
Blayze~
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Your accepted :) One more spot left then we have the two people who are reserved who need to get their SU's done
CyBeastSaber
I'M BACK!
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Ho snaps. We got a Lego on our side! LOL. We are soooooo gonna own. xD
Finishing up my post.
Finishing up my post.
The Noob Hacker
Praise the sun.
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He can't be Legolas unless he meets the three requirements:
1. Sheildboard
2. Climb onto a giant elephant, or otherwise large creature, and stab it in the brain. (Even if it still only counts as one kill.)
3. Just overall be awesome.
So yeah, someone throw him a shield, and some stairs. So long as we keep on doing that, we will never lose!
1. Sheildboard
2. Climb onto a giant elephant, or otherwise large creature, and stab it in the brain. (Even if it still only counts as one kill.)
3. Just overall be awesome.
So yeah, someone throw him a shield, and some stairs. So long as we keep on doing that, we will never lose!
Nideous
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You guys have seemingly forgotten we the have Ardor on my side. He's as much Lego as anyone, at least in spirit. >_> But, you may be able to guilt him into switching sides, at least for a time. He's that loyal to the kingdom. But if you try, you better have a pretty good argument. :)
Silver Rogue
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Ok, ok! I agree that Legolass is totally awesome, but my guy is not Legolass. He just kinda looks like him, except with black hair. But...if we were to include giant elephants or an opportunity to ride down some stairs on a shield...well, maybe. :)
Blayze~
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It's a completely made up land that came out of my imagination anything is possible
Silver Rogue
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Hmm, anything? Well, I'll have to tell my brain to think of every devious thing that I can think of to add... Hmm, maybe a dragon or two? Or maybe some hell hounds, or maybe a a grue!!! (Zork reference anybody? :) ) Ah, the sweet smell of possibilities!
CyBeastSaber
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Yeah, we know... We just can't help but say it. xD
Eva has good reasoning skills... that is IF she wants to use them. XDDDD But alas... she has her own issues to attend to. :X
-Nocturnal
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here it is. I admit, this time it ain't much.
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Name: Doran Donovis
Title/Nickname: Just call him Doran
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Side: Knight of Teresius
Weapon:
Secondary Weapon: Magic Rune Pendant
Physical Apperance: He has blonde, slightly spiky hair, and his eyes are pure black. He has a fair skin tone. Pic explains everything else, though there are some little modifications since I'm using an online character avatar.
Apparel:
Personality: Doran doesn't really think about plans - he follows them. The young knight hates making decisions as a wrong choice might end up badly for someone else, and he doesn't want to be blamed and punished for that matter. Doran has no difficulty following someone else's order, but he DOES have difficulty ordering people around. A large flaw, you can say, but that way he has less responsibility, and did I mention that he does his job pretty well? When following orders, he resembles an emotionless robot that tries its best to finish his mission, without stopping or slowing down until it's 'mission complete'. Loyal to anyone superior, he seldom doubts their conclusions and directions, though sometimes when they seem awfully wrong, he just wouldn't follow. He works for King Cain, but he doesn't have any grudges against the Princess, and he doesn't have any comments about who's right, and who's wrong. He's just a young, powerful knight doing his job.
Being given an invisibility pendant, he has no difficulty sinking into the environments, and being given this large advantage in battle, he uses it wisely, often succeeding in infiltrating bases and castles, not to mention getting out without a scratch on his body. Although some magic spells can reveal his stealth, there aren't much of those, and they're hard to cast or use. Normally when assassinating people, he isn't those guys with big axes who practically destroy the enemy by hacking and hacking and chopping and throwing etc. One small slice at the neck with his sharp, think katana-like weapon would do the trick. Why messy when you can just finish them off just like that? Despite knowing that King Cain can be rather cruel, he's been living in his quarters since he was a little boy, and he isn't leaving. To thank the king for the good hospitality, Doran serves the king in return by being a good loyal knight.
Nowadays, however, being more mature in thinking, he struggles deep inside, if he should help the resistance, or if he should service the king. When he was younger, the King was like a good, generous Santa Claus (check history) to him, but now seeing what he's done, he's not really sure anymore. Sometimes he spies on the resistance in the shadows, stealthed, and sometimes he spies on Princess Naomi, with her beautiful white and blue dress and pink, fluffy hair, without any permission from the king. Struggling deep inside him, he doesn't know which side to be on, and he fears that in the future, he might change sides. Even worse, he might be a traitor...
History: The reason why he's helping King Cain is simple. Doran has been training at knight school since he's fourteen, and each meal, each facility needed, each daily life needs have been fulfilled by the King, and after training and living in the Castle dorms, he's gotten used to the life there, and he doesn't want to leave. When Doran's father died a couple of years back, the King knew how sad Doran was, so the king handed the little knight a long, straight but sharp sword, together with a royal scabbard with dragon patterns to comfort the sad child. Then after that, the King found Doran a black stallion, something rare and special, as not all knights have the honor of owning and riding one. Doran was overjoyed, and he trained even more, his skills improving quickly in a matter of weeks.
Nowadays Doran would think about what the King had given him when he was down, and he would frown. His father was one loyal knight, so maybe the King wanted to thank him for his services, and he did that by taking good care of the little Donovis. But then, maybe he was giving him goodies because he wanted him to be loyal. To cut it short - to be a property of the King. Looking at what the King has done lately, Doran thinks it's probably the second guess. Despite being treated really well before, Doran couldn't fit in with the other knights. Compared to them, he was rather...gentle. The others only cared about killing, not to mention they were bloodthirsty and vicious, but Doran still can't be as ruthless as they were many years ago. This can be a flaw, or this can be something good, depending on the situation.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: From Odyssey 2. I play the Pokemon named Dylan (a Buizel), and Neptune, a dead Empoleon
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Name: Doran Donovis
Title/Nickname: Just call him Doran
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Side: Knight of Teresius
Weapon:
Spoiler:
![Fight For Teresius [T]](https://www.freewebs.com/demonmacog/stormbringer.jpg "Fight For Teresius [T]")
Secondary Weapon: Magic Rune Pendant
Physical Apperance: He has blonde, slightly spiky hair, and his eyes are pure black. He has a fair skin tone. Pic explains everything else, though there are some little modifications since I'm using an online character avatar.
Apparel:
Spoiler:
![Fight For Teresius [T]](https://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312873_155353154546557_100002156199570_300270_26135_n.jpg "Fight For Teresius [T]")
Personality: Doran doesn't really think about plans - he follows them. The young knight hates making decisions as a wrong choice might end up badly for someone else, and he doesn't want to be blamed and punished for that matter. Doran has no difficulty following someone else's order, but he DOES have difficulty ordering people around. A large flaw, you can say, but that way he has less responsibility, and did I mention that he does his job pretty well? When following orders, he resembles an emotionless robot that tries its best to finish his mission, without stopping or slowing down until it's 'mission complete'. Loyal to anyone superior, he seldom doubts their conclusions and directions, though sometimes when they seem awfully wrong, he just wouldn't follow. He works for King Cain, but he doesn't have any grudges against the Princess, and he doesn't have any comments about who's right, and who's wrong. He's just a young, powerful knight doing his job.
Being given an invisibility pendant, he has no difficulty sinking into the environments, and being given this large advantage in battle, he uses it wisely, often succeeding in infiltrating bases and castles, not to mention getting out without a scratch on his body. Although some magic spells can reveal his stealth, there aren't much of those, and they're hard to cast or use. Normally when assassinating people, he isn't those guys with big axes who practically destroy the enemy by hacking and hacking and chopping and throwing etc. One small slice at the neck with his sharp, think katana-like weapon would do the trick. Why messy when you can just finish them off just like that? Despite knowing that King Cain can be rather cruel, he's been living in his quarters since he was a little boy, and he isn't leaving. To thank the king for the good hospitality, Doran serves the king in return by being a good loyal knight.
Nowadays, however, being more mature in thinking, he struggles deep inside, if he should help the resistance, or if he should service the king. When he was younger, the King was like a good, generous Santa Claus (check history) to him, but now seeing what he's done, he's not really sure anymore. Sometimes he spies on the resistance in the shadows, stealthed, and sometimes he spies on Princess Naomi, with her beautiful white and blue dress and pink, fluffy hair, without any permission from the king. Struggling deep inside him, he doesn't know which side to be on, and he fears that in the future, he might change sides. Even worse, he might be a traitor...
History: The reason why he's helping King Cain is simple. Doran has been training at knight school since he's fourteen, and each meal, each facility needed, each daily life needs have been fulfilled by the King, and after training and living in the Castle dorms, he's gotten used to the life there, and he doesn't want to leave. When Doran's father died a couple of years back, the King knew how sad Doran was, so the king handed the little knight a long, straight but sharp sword, together with a royal scabbard with dragon patterns to comfort the sad child. Then after that, the King found Doran a black stallion, something rare and special, as not all knights have the honor of owning and riding one. Doran was overjoyed, and he trained even more, his skills improving quickly in a matter of weeks.
Nowadays Doran would think about what the King had given him when he was down, and he would frown. His father was one loyal knight, so maybe the King wanted to thank him for his services, and he did that by taking good care of the little Donovis. But then, maybe he was giving him goodies because he wanted him to be loyal. To cut it short - to be a property of the King. Looking at what the King has done lately, Doran thinks it's probably the second guess. Despite being treated really well before, Doran couldn't fit in with the other knights. Compared to them, he was rather...gentle. The others only cared about killing, not to mention they were bloodthirsty and vicious, but Doran still can't be as ruthless as they were many years ago. This can be a flaw, or this can be something good, depending on the situation.
Password: Teresius
RP Sample: From Odyssey 2. I play the Pokemon named Dylan (a Buizel), and Neptune, a dead Empoleon
Spoiler:
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