John had noticed the Ork beforehand, along with the man above it. ((He knows it's and Ork since he travels a lot.)) There was some chatting, to which John just stood silently aside while, when Xera took off her helmet, revealing her head. Or, lack, thereof.
John widened his eyes eyes in response, when Xera explained something about being an essence wanderer, or whatever. Eh, John has seen worse.
He heard someone say something behind him, "Hello, children," or something. He spun around, still in shock from, pretty much the entire day, and saw someone leaning against a tree.
I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Gar'Kuth examined his staff in extreme irritation, wondering what had gone wrong. Surely he was strong enough to hold a goblin and a damned...woman? Gar'Kuth didn't think Nimikaleen was an Atramentar or even a Necrothemian, anymore; she was far too... different. Gar'Kuth shook his head and stomped off, not even consulting the Exalted. He was angry beyond belief, and any passing Necrothemian that was anything but servile to him found themselves blasted into ash by the flames of his wrath.
((Yay, people that actually fight it, and don't just accept it. THANK GOD. I thought you were gonna be like the dudes on the last forum...no backbone or gumption in the lot of em'.))
(( Eh, don't necessarily like the fact that voiceless interrupted us, but I guess that's RPing, for ya'. One thing though, is that no matter how powerful you are, you should ATLEAST, show some hesitant behavior when around my character. If you didn't read my application, it's in page 18. I tried to give the good guys someone the Warband feared in hopes of changing thing up a bit. The way your character approached them doesn't make much sense considering my character is there with them, unless you're a dragon or something a hundred times my character's size. ))
(( He may have never seen him, but he has likely heard of the stories. ))
(( HugTheZombies, I did read your character description, hence me not attacking you, i'm also positioned away from the entire party, it's not like i'm rushing in and ignoring who&what you are, i'm being cautious. ))
((Jumjummju.... My character is a female xD, is covered in soul sand armour and has obsidian claws, she is also not human at all. You might want to read my character app to understand exactly what i am. Or were you refering to HugTheZombies character? i dont know your post confuzzled me.))
I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Sylpheed giggled at the expression of the man who turned around, Taking advantage of his shock she formed a ball of energy and threw it at him, though the ball was as harmless as a strong gust of wind she felt that it was necessary to mess around.
Yet another stranger caught up before the others could respond. At first she seemed friendly, but then attacked one of the fleeing survivors. The attack was harmless, but it was unacceptable. The Wanderer immediately raised his hand and fired a deadly ball of fire, the same spell she had used on the survivor, only much, much stronger.
(( I don't want to powergame, so I'll let you decide what happens, but if it hits, it should do a lot of damage. ))
Sylpheed felt the change in the air before the spell had even formed, ancient magic, but not the kind that the fae used.
She dashed quickly moving out of the way, but she still felt her wings get singed even through her armour as the spell tore through the trees behind her.
"******* Wanderer, no sense of humour, i fail to see why the gods favour your race over mine!"
The reaction was one she had not expected. Unlike the the wanderer who'se face was covered by her helmet, this one had an air of brutality around him.
She was annoyed, annoyed enough to change her plan, she leapt into the air, her armour shifting into a new form, one that covered her legs in a single spike and formed a layer over her wings.
Her wings now the same length as her arms beat slowly and heavily, the air around her started picking up, the beat of her wings increased dramatically whipping up a storm of wind dust and stones.
Under the cover of the dust storm Sylpheed flew high into the air and away from the party, but not before she deposited a special little orb into the pocket of the unsuspecting human.
((Hug you be so violent, but you aint going to make me play my trump card so early in the game :wink.gif: ))
Jake being slightly terrified, he quietly moved back without anyone noticing. He hid behind a thorny bush and watched what was happening in front of him.
((You know what, im probably just going to wander around and roleplay until i bump into somebody :/))
Kurtic`s long scar stinged when the wind decided to blow in his direction. The scar was a fresh one, which he got not 5 day`s ago. He pulled his hood over his eyes to try and stop the wind, and it worked. Yet again, Kurtic still had to wait for the army to arrive. He was fed up with all this waiting. He decided to explore the rest of the outpost, and not care about what was happening back where he was waiting.
Kurtic walked around and around the Outpost, Still bored and tired. His blood-red eyes faced North automatically, Which Kurtic thought was a message. He didn`t know what it ment, But he knew it was important...
((That sucked, And you can`t say otherwise. :smile.gif: ))
((Sorry, everyone. I'm quite busy with some family matters and cross country, so I apologize if no one knows what the hell is going on. An edit to the main post will be up shortly, showing everyone's character and location.))
((I never said my character was fleeing, hug.))
"Oof!" The spell hit John, but it only knocked him over. He got back up, more annoyed than scared, to see the man they just found launching a fireball at the person at the tree. It singed her wings, but the person quickly fled.
"Can't we just get to the city already? I'm getting sick of this."
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((Wait, wasn't Absolete the moderator of the Free People? Who's going to moderate now?))
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Appearance: Noir stands at 6'2" , he has semi-long white hair that is slightly naturally spikey, the bangs stop right above his eyes; they are parted in the middle uncovering his face. He has peculiar eyes, his right eye; the iris and pupil are the same color so you cannot even see the outline of where his pupil and iris separate, it is a pure white, causing the illusion he has no iris and pupil. The same structure occurs on his left eye, except it is a different color, it is golden. The separation between the iris and the whole eye is clearly visible on this eye, a visible scar going down it from the top of his eyebrow to his left corner of his mouth. His skin is slightly tanned and covered in various scars, tanned; since he spends majority of his time outside.
Equipment: He wears a black overcoat with silver chains on his shoulders connected to the front and end of his shoulder, the chains are also where the front pockets of the coat should be, also connected the same with one part connected to the front of his chest and another connected to the back , along with black pants and black shoes, his shirt is gray and is always untucked sloppily. He carries two leviathan swords in holsters behind his back, which he conceals with his long coat. He wears black leather gloves, which act like his staff. Although he can use magic he prefers using his swords.
Personality: If Noir ever sees a member of The Warband he instantly attacks by instinct. He finds all of The Warband disgusting and repulsive creatures who know nothing but bringing evil and have no remorse for it. Noir has no mercy for them, nor pity. Although Noir puts on a facade of being calm, and in control of himself. In reality he is rather insane. His mind is filled with violent thoughts of massacring all of The Warband. When in the company of The Alliance, Noir remains calm, and rarely talks. Although his mind is violent, he is still caring and warmhearted towards The Alliance.
Bio/History:
Noirs family was a wealthy and successful family of Aristocrats, when Noir was born with strange two-tone eyes and white hair, which most would consider a mutation and toss the baby, the family considered it to be a blessing and loved him unconditionally regardless of what other people said. He became the heir of his Fathers fortune. Noir was in a large family constructed of his 3 younger brothers, 2 younger sisters, and 5 cousins, his Mother and his Father, and his Aunt and Uncle. They all lived in one mansion and Noir was the eldest and only child with two-tone eyes.
One unfortunate day on Noirs eleventh birthday, a gang of criminals broke into his home and murdered the whole Monochrome family. Noir was the only survivor although he was left with many scars, all over his body and one slashed down his left eye, the golden one. When Noir awakened barely alive, he tended to his wounds alone, thats when the Corruption beckoned him. Noir was close to embracing the corruption since it seemed that there was nothing left for him. Noir ended up turning away form the corruption, after remembering how his family raised him even though he was strange, and not like the other children he resolved to make his family that was now in a better place happy and fight back the evil that lurks in this world..
((Of course everyone seems to want to be a wanderer. I'm the only living human left, but there is three wanderers, and two goblins. Or somewhere around there.
COME ON PEOPLE! We need more NORMAL PEOPLE characters!
Personal complaints aside, I think it's a pretty decent app. Then again, I suck at judging stuff.))
I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
(( I was contemplating on whether I should be human or not, but I just thought that having magic abilities would prove to be more useful for my character and suit him better. ))
John had noticed the Ork beforehand, along with the man above it. ((He knows it's and Ork since he travels a lot.)) There was some chatting, to which John just stood silently aside while, when Xera took off her helmet, revealing her head. Or, lack, thereof.
John widened his eyes eyes in response, when Xera explained something about being an essence wanderer, or whatever. Eh, John has seen worse.
He heard someone say something behind him, "Hello, children," or something. He spun around, still in shock from, pretty much the entire day, and saw someone leaning against a tree.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((Yay, people that actually fight it, and don't just accept it. THANK GOD. I thought you were gonna be like the dudes on the last forum...no backbone or gumption in the lot of em'.))
-My friend
(( He may have never seen him, but he has likely heard of the stories. ))
(( Will post later. ))
((Jumjummju.... My character is a female xD, is covered in soul sand armour and has obsidian claws, she is also not human at all. You might want to read my character app to understand exactly what i am. Or were you refering to HugTheZombies character? i dont know your post confuzzled me.))
((ps: I am gone for 6 or so hours :/ ))
((EDIT: I lazily edited the post.))
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
"So, do you guys come here often?"
((yes she is using THAT pick up line))
(( I don't want to powergame, so I'll let you decide what happens, but if it hits, it should do a lot of damage. ))
She dashed quickly moving out of the way, but she still felt her wings get singed even through her armour as the spell tore through the trees behind her.
"******* Wanderer, no sense of humour, i fail to see why the gods favour your race over mine!"
The reaction was one she had not expected. Unlike the the wanderer who'se face was covered by her helmet, this one had an air of brutality around him.
She was annoyed, annoyed enough to change her plan, she leapt into the air, her armour shifting into a new form, one that covered her legs in a single spike and formed a layer over her wings.
Her wings now the same length as her arms beat slowly and heavily, the air around her started picking up, the beat of her wings increased dramatically whipping up a storm of wind dust and stones.
Under the cover of the dust storm Sylpheed flew high into the air and away from the party, but not before she deposited a special little orb into the pocket of the unsuspecting human.
((Hug you be so violent, but you aint going to make me play my trump card so early in the game :wink.gif: ))
(( I am confused ))
Kurtic`s long scar stinged when the wind decided to blow in his direction. The scar was a fresh one, which he got not 5 day`s ago. He pulled his hood over his eyes to try and stop the wind, and it worked. Yet again, Kurtic still had to wait for the army to arrive. He was fed up with all this waiting. He decided to explore the rest of the outpost, and not care about what was happening back where he was waiting.
Kurtic walked around and around the Outpost, Still bored and tired. His blood-red eyes faced North automatically, Which Kurtic thought was a message. He didn`t know what it ment, But he knew it was important...
((That sucked, And you can`t say otherwise. :smile.gif: ))
"Oof!" The spell hit John, but it only knocked him over. He got back up, more annoyed than scared, to see the man they just found launching a fireball at the person at the tree. It singed her wings, but the person quickly fled.
"Can't we just get to the city already? I'm getting sick of this."
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
jumJohn, can we leave already?" Jake said, hiding behind the bush still.Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Get over here.
Age: 22
Race: The Wanderers
Appearance: Noir stands at 6'2" , he has semi-long white hair that is slightly naturally spikey, the bangs stop right above his eyes; they are parted in the middle uncovering his face. He has peculiar eyes, his right eye; the iris and pupil are the same color so you cannot even see the outline of where his pupil and iris separate, it is a pure white, causing the illusion he has no iris and pupil. The same structure occurs on his left eye, except it is a different color, it is golden. The separation between the iris and the whole eye is clearly visible on this eye, a visible scar going down it from the top of his eyebrow to his left corner of his mouth. His skin is slightly tanned and covered in various scars, tanned; since he spends majority of his time outside.
Equipment: He wears a black overcoat with silver chains on his shoulders connected to the front and end of his shoulder, the chains are also where the front pockets of the coat should be, also connected the same with one part connected to the front of his chest and another connected to the back , along with black pants and black shoes, his shirt is gray and is always untucked sloppily. He carries two leviathan swords in holsters behind his back, which he conceals with his long coat. He wears black leather gloves, which act like his staff. Although he can use magic he prefers using his swords.
Personality: If Noir ever sees a member of The Warband he instantly attacks by instinct. He finds all of The Warband disgusting and repulsive creatures who know nothing but bringing evil and have no remorse for it. Noir has no mercy for them, nor pity. Although Noir puts on a facade of being calm, and in control of himself. In reality he is rather insane. His mind is filled with violent thoughts of massacring all of The Warband. When in the company of The Alliance, Noir remains calm, and rarely talks. Although his mind is violent, he is still caring and warmhearted towards The Alliance.
Bio/History:
Noirs family was a wealthy and successful family of Aristocrats, when Noir was born with strange two-tone eyes and white hair, which most would consider a mutation and toss the baby, the family considered it to be a blessing and loved him unconditionally regardless of what other people said. He became the heir of his Fathers fortune. Noir was in a large family constructed of his 3 younger brothers, 2 younger sisters, and 5 cousins, his Mother and his Father, and his Aunt and Uncle. They all lived in one mansion and Noir was the eldest and only child with two-tone eyes.
One unfortunate day on Noirs eleventh birthday, a gang of criminals broke into his home and murdered the whole Monochrome family. Noir was the only survivor although he was left with many scars, all over his body and one slashed down his left eye, the golden one. When Noir awakened barely alive, he tended to his wounds alone, thats when the Corruption beckoned him. Noir was close to embracing the corruption since it seemed that there was nothing left for him. Noir ended up turning away form the corruption, after remembering how his family raised him even though he was strange, and not like the other children he resolved to make his family that was now in a better place happy and fight back the evil that lurks in this world..
COME ON PEOPLE! We need more NORMAL PEOPLE characters!
Personal complaints aside, I think it's a pretty decent app. Then again, I suck at judging stuff.))
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.