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The Mantle of Fire

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Raichu Master

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    What's this!? RM is finally coming out with a rp!? This is great! Why didn't someone tell me!? What...? Oh yeah...I am RM! ...I knew that... XD

    Ok, to get straight to the point, this is going to be a very linear rp...meaning lots of strick rules and all that fun stuff. The more rules you have the better the rp, that way everyone stays in line and does what they're supposed to do to make the rp go smoothly.

    Rules:

    I. There shall be no powerplaying, godmoding, and etc.

    1. This means no controlling another persons character, no acting invincible, and NO acting more experienced then you really are. I know that it may be hard to gage your experience, but when in doubt go with the less experienced choice.​
    2. You get only three warnings, this is your FIRST so you only get two more warnings after this. If you become a major pain to the whole rp then I'll have to ask you to leave.​
    3.No character is stronger than the other, so there should be no "My characters stronger than yours so you can't do that!"​
    4.Battle scenes will be controled by me, I'll control the enemies so that I know that no one can "Auto Kill" an enemy. So it'll be like the enemies are my characters too.​

    II. Posting should be no less then three paragraphs, each at least 6 sentences.

    1. If you cannot accomplish this then please don't join. This rp will be obviously for the more experienced group. If you can't give three paragraphs then you can't join this rp.​
    2. If you can't get at least 3 paragraphs in your post you will get only one warning after this. I may let some slide if you have been good at posting 3 paragraphs​
    3. The paragraphs must be very detailed, either points of view are welcome here.​
    4.Each character has to have 3 paragraphs to him or her. So if you have two characters, there better be 6 good paragraphs describing how he/she feels about a certain action and what is going through his or her head, and etc.​

    III. Character profiles must be done accurately.

    1.If you say a character has a type of personality you must stick with it, you may not be allowed to go against what you registered him as. And there can't be any "???" or "Unpredictable" there has to be a set personality for the character(s).​
    2. Races: yes I know some are far more talented than others. That's why all experienced drow (dark elves), elves, and etc, are not to be aloud. They must be young enough to be with the rest of the characters' ability.​
    3.When you feel out your characters' history, you must be descriptive of his/her passed up from birth to present.​

    Storyline:

    The Mantle of fire, the most legendary item, also the most powerful item of all time. It has been sought by many, but none have been able to reach it. Until a mighty king, King Azar, stepped up to the plate; sending his most promising students out into the wilds to fetch and bring back the mantle of fire.

    The Mantle of Fire, is told to be guarded by hundreds of undead soldiers waiting for their next victim(s). But not much is known about the defenses or even where the mantle is located.

    You as one of the students, must figure out where and how to get to the mantle, and figure out what your king is planning on doing with it.

    Profile:

    Name: This is the name of your character(s).

    Age: Experience comes with age, so please keep your student(s) in his/her teens.

    Race: See rules

    Weapons: Doesn't really matter what you put here, since your skill depends on your experience, which links to your race and age. So just remember Clause I of the rules.

    Description: Be descriptive, very very descriptive. Or you could post a pic or your character(s)

    Personality: See rules

    History: See rules

    You may add anything you'd like to the profile but you must have no less than that.

    And you are aloud to have as many characters as your little heart desires. But just remember 3 paragraphs of 6 sentence for EACH character. My characters' profile will be posted later.
     
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    Goooood, a challenge...I'm in.

    Name: Atsuna Katsumoto
    Age: 16
    Race: Human
    -Class: Geinin (student) Ninja
    Weapons: Shuriken, Nunchaku, Kunai and his hands and feet.
    Description: Stands 5'7'' with a weight of 146 pounds. Kind emerald green eyes flecked with gold. Close-cropped brown hair in a military-style cut. Nicely proportioned facial features except for a scar running from just below his ear to the left corner of his mouth. Semi-muscular build although he usually looks a bit emicated. Wears a loose black shirt bound at the wrists and waist. Keeps his kunai in bracers under his shirt's sleeve. Over this is a vest containing his shuriken and nunchaku. Keeps some basic supplies and his current mission in the scroll pouches on the vest. On his forehead his the traditional headband of his village, bearing a leaf emblem in the center. Fingerless gloves with a steel backing on his hands. Pants are white and cut off at the ankles to afford better movement. Wears sandals on his feet for more silent movement.
    Personality: Rather kind and friendly for the most part, although he can keep to himself a good bit. Stays loyal to what he believes in and he's quite hard to argue with due to pure bull-headedness.
    History: He had a very distant early childhood, being deliberately rasied by his parents to be emotionally distant. At age six he was enrolled in a ninjutsu academy to learn fighting skills. Although he started out as distant from everyone as hoped he formed strong bonds with his classmates eventually. At age 12 he graduated to the rank of Geinin and was placed in the service of the king. From there on out he constantly focused on improving his skills and is now regarded as a bit of a progidy.
     
    Name: Raven

    Age: 14

    Race: Illusionist Mage (In-Training)

    Weapons: None

    Description: She is about 5'8", with long, mid back length ebony hair. Every other inch of her hair is straked with a midnight purple, so she looks strange at first sight. She usually wears a long black gown with mettallic red streaks on it... Her eyes are the brightest seafoam green you could ever see, and they sparkle whenever she's in danger...

    Personality: She's quiet and shy, because of what's happened in her history, so she likes to stay out of the way, and study by herself. But when you tick her off, or when she get's into the heat of things, she can get either A- Violent, or B- Very serious and focused. It all depends on how her mood was during the day.

    History: As a child, she was never accepted. She was always "weird", which is why she's quiet and shy now. She ran away from her human parents, who always questioned her powers. It saddened her, so she ran to the only person she knew she could trust, and that was her Sensai. Since thewn, he's raised her, and trained her, so she could hone her skills as an Illusionist...
     
    Procisely TAD! That is why the rules are so strict. So I could challenge myself without finding loopholes to be lazy. This is to improve my rping skills and whoever wants to join.

    Name: Johann
    Age: 16
    Race: Human
    Class: Thief/swordsman
    Description: Johann
    Weapons: Twin Scimitars (sorry ever since Drizzt has come into my life I can't be without those scimitars! ^^), dagger, and throwing knives.
    Personality: Goofy, shy, and dangerous. He never speaks unless he is spoken too, and takes all his missions with extreme seriousness. Although when he's around his friends he's the biggest goofball that you'd ever see. Yet when he's in a battle everything is pure instinct, and he switches into this killer, doing anything he can to survive. No matter how serious or how relax the fight is.
    History: From the time of his birth to the time he was old enough to join the fighting academy of King Azars kingdom, he lived his life as a rouge, stealing what he needed, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. But that all changed once the knights of honor, came to his house looking for him; the king had been keeping an eye on him and his skills and had decided that I needed to be apart of his army. Now graduated, he has yet to show the potential that the king thought he possessed, for he gruaduated last in his class.
     
    <OOC.Oh, I well understand. I started learning Nito (two-blade) style in Kendo to learn a bit more about how Drizzt fights. Now, how many people do you want before we start?<OOC>
     
    Oh, John... I love the concept.

    Name: Aerias Kavveya

    Age: Sixteen

    Race: Elf
    -Class: Swordswoman with a want to be a Lady Knight

    Description: Aerais is roughly 5'8" with a thin figure that is classic to an elfen girl. She has long whitish blonde hair that falls to her waist, pulled back in a high ponytail, generally braided. The young woman has emerald green eyes that will pierce if crossed. Her skin is an unearthly pale tone, brightened by the deep red coloring of her lips. She dresses in red hose that conform to her long legs and brown boots that nearly scale her knees. Aerais dressed in a white underblouse and a gold tunic. Her unusually light sword drapes her hip in an odd fashion. Anything along that line she will wear. To many, her dress seems old world, but to her, it is home.

    Personality: Aerais is quite the feminist. She despises anyone or anything that speaks wrongly of her gender and will beat the living daylights out of anyone who chooses to do so in her presence. Some might call her rash, others, simply proud. The teen is very afraid of magic, despite the amount she possesses. She hides her Gift, refusing to use it. Though, when paying homage to the god of war and the great mother goddess, she will make use of the gift. Nevertheless, Aerais is what many call a "firecracker" with a nasty temper and quick to act.

    History: Aerais was raised among the prim and proper nobles after her elfen family was massacred. She grew up hating the life of a noble, wanting to avenge her people. The nobles forced her to cover her ears with long hair, but she defied and at the moment she could escape, she ran to the court of the closest kingdom, that of King Arzar. She immediately enrolled in the court's school and began to pursue her hope of being knighted.
     
    OOC: Thank you Blaine! Ok here's Marina99s' profile so when she gets on she'll just have to post! ^^

    Name: Anna

    Race: Human
    @ Class: Itako/elementalist

    Age: 13

    Description: Anna has shoulder length golden hair and deep, blue eyes that has kind of a dreamy look. She stands in 5'4" and is fair skinned. Her usual outfit consists of a black skirt, and plain silver, backless tank top. She has fingerless gloves and often wears a long bandana.

    Personality: Anna once had a very upbeat personality but after the "incident", she suddenly started acting cold, mature, and emotionless, thinking it would be safer for her. Inside, stays the old Anna, though, just afraid to come out.

    Weapons: Bow and Arrow, Prayer beads.

    History: Anna was very close with family and friends and would always do anything for them, even risk her own life. She wasn't a normal person, who was?, for she is able to see and talk to the spirit whenever she wanted to or even summon them. She is also able to read minds; she has no control over that ability yet, though.

    Once her friends' parents found out about her abilities, they had prevented their children from playing, visiting, and talking to her. From that day on, she had been teased, had been afraid of, and had been hurt, being called a 'monster'. Almost everyone feared her. Her parents, thinking that Anna would only make people think that they are weird, other words ruin their reputation, abandoned her at age three.

    Slowly, her heart left the light...the only thing she had, and greeted darkness. She masked her feelings, hoping she would not be hurt again. She lived alone for two years until an old woman, who apparently was an itako and an elmentalist, found her in the streets; she raised her as her own and trained her. Her training isn't complete yet so she can't bring her abilities to its fullest, not even close.

    Ok so are we ready to begin?
     
    <OOC>I suppose so, but I'll leave it to you. And I take it Mari's a big Shaaman King fan?<OOC>
     
    OOC: From the looks of it I guess so. XD

    IC: Johann waited outside the castle. "What's taking them so long." He muttered looking into the mucky waters of the mote. With a sigh of worry he leaned against the wall putting one of his hands on his hilt of a scimitar, and the other around his neck.

    "I can't wait until I get to use these." He whispered absentmindly to himself as he felt a wave of pride swept over him. "Although my skills are worthy of such weaponry, so magnificent it would be to be able to amount to something with these blades." He commented as he unseathed one of his perfectly curved scimitars from its holster.

    With a sigh of acception, he said softly to himself, "It'll be a long time before I amount to that. I'll have to work extra hard to get to that point. I've been a disgrace to the king, all the potential he thought I had, and all this time he's been taking a chance with me. But yet I placed last in my class at graduation. How can the king still want me for this quest?" After a few more words of criticism, he silently but the beautiful blade back where it belonged.

    "Now all that's left is to wait for the others. I can't wait to meet them." he said smiling at the fact that others more skilled than him were to accompany him. It gave him a sense of honor, yet he couldn't help be bugged with the concern on how the others would accept him.
     
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    A tall teen walked jauntily across a wooden drawbridge. She paid little attention to the boy in front of her before her eyes made contact with his back. Johann...

    Aerais tapped his shoulder grinning blindly. Her light blonde locks her highly braided, her dress of hose and tunic the norm as to which she usually clothed in. Her emerald eyes glinted devillishly as she awaited his response to her tap. Swiftly, the knightess want-to-be unsheathed her blade, pressing it lightly against his neck.

    "You ought to pay more attention, Johann," she murmered against his ear.

    The Elfen girl sheathed her sword and stood point to face him.

    "Where are the others?" she inquired half-heartedly. "I'd have expected their arrival by now..."

    It was a common fact that Aerais was far from patient and with a temper like hers, there was little room to be such.

    She leaned against the stone wall, peering down at her scuffed boots.

    I should go into town... I could bear a new set of shoes...

    Impatiently, the young woman fiddled with her ears, ready to scream out of frustration.

    "Goddess! Where are those insolent classmates of ours?" Cried the elf through a choked voice.
     
    "YAME!" The call to stop movement sounded throughout the dojo. All motion ceased suddenly, a ninja who could not obey orders was worse than garbage. Glancing down at my pristine gi, I noticed blood as I jogged to form the finishing lines for tonight's class. It had been a good month or so since I'd seen such a workout and I felt great. We were done with class not a moment too soon, I was running late for my meeting.

    I took the three flights of stairs from the training room to my own spartan quarters at a full sprint, taking each step two at a time. I hurridly shed the stained gi and dumped a bucket of water over myself. After toweling myself off and dressing I pulled on my bracers, vest and headband, making myself presentable to the world at large. My trip back down to the ground level was at a far more lesiurely pace, one mandated by ceremony. As I stepped out the door, my entire class was waiting just outside the entrance to the training grounds on the outlying edge of the palace, kneeling in respect towards me. The honor attached to this mission and by proxy, myself was great.

    After I had left the eyesight of the place I'd called home for ten years now I broke into a jog. I was indeed running late according to the sun's position and it wouldn'
    t do to hold everyone up. It was rougly three miles to the castle proper, I ate up the distance in less than 20 minutes. I slowed down for the final time as I neared the entrance, able to discern a figure or to but unable to ascertain anything else about them. I tried to compose myself and present the image of a proper ninja as I neared the appointed meeting place although I couldn't help but grin at the prospect of a mission as challenging as this. As I reached the drawbridge, I nodded and gave a sharp salute to the two people standing there, then continued my walk.
     
    "Got me again..." johann said under my breath as her blade met his neck. The harsh cold of her blade sent chills down his back and Johann closed his eyes hoping that it was just a friendly jest.

    "I don't know I was wondering that myself, Aerais. It's nice to see you though. I'm glad that you're on this quest too." he said smiling happy to be friends with at least one person of the group.

    "Ah...do you know who else is in the group?" Johann asked taking note of what her last few words were. "And come on they can be that bad, no one is as bad as me, Aerais." he said chuckling alittle at himself for putting himself down.

    "Wait!" he called out to the young man who took noticed of us. "What business do you have outside the castle!?" he asked out of curiousity, wondering if that young man was to be part of the party.
     
    Pogiforce-14 said:
    I would join, but that three six sentence paragraphs thing is kinda hard to do with eah and every post. :\ I was asked to come her by TAD, but I'm not sure I would be able to enjoy it with such strict rules.
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    OOC:Take a look at Blaines post and my post and Tads post. I just don't want them to be two one sentence paragraphs. If you do the amount that either of us then you'll be good to go.

    But three good paragraphs are a must.
     
    I'm sorry, but that just can't be done. Three good paragrahps a post is too much for me to do. Teh most paragraphs I've ever had before was two. Do we really ahve to fit to such an extremely strict standard? TAD asked me t join, but I'm afraid I may not be able to if I have to follow that standard.
     
    Pogiforce-14 said:
    I'm sorry, but that just can't be done. Three good paragrahps a post is too much for me to do. Teh most paragraphs I've ever had before was two. Do we really ahve to fit to such an extremely strict standard? TAD asked me t join, but I'm afraid I may not be able to if I have to follow that standard.
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    OOC: Everything has to be followed, there will be no exceptions...sorry...but if you sign up here you agree with all the rules.
     
    <OOC>To be honest, it's tough for me too. I'm not trying to convince you to join it's your choice. I myself joined to improve my RP skills. from what I can tell, RM created it for the same reason.<OOC>
     
    Then I'm afraid I'm not joining. I join rps to have fun, not to force myself to write thigns when the best I can msuter is a couple paragraphs. You advance the storyline too fast this way anyway. So good day to you, and I hope this doesn't flop miserably with such strict rules.:\
     
    OOC: Sorry you couldn't join. And Yes TAD is right, this was to force me to do well on each post, so that it might carry onto the other rps I'm in.

    Well, I guess I'll rp with you in other rps though.

    And don't worry this won't fail! ^^
     
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