I realize now that the antiquarm is a cephalopod and therefore has little to no skeleton.... Well then back to plan A, still a lich though
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
You dis'n Melee weapons? and also im trying not to go with "My parents dieded when i wuz yung so naow i haz awsome powerzz" so your reading the Bio in the wrong context is what im saying.
I thought the same thing until I looked at the other apps
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Name: Cedric Fenfield
Age: 7658
Gender: male
Power:(other than being immortal unless phylactery is destroyed) orthomancy (manipulation of bones, only through physical touch)
Appearance: a skeleton covered in leather armor
Bio: once a man from medieval times, he was captured by necromancers whom were experimenting on lich manipulation, they didnt want to hunt down an actual lich so they decided to make one. They forced him to become one. Their experiments failed and he killed them all in his hate and confusion. He noticed his body rotting before his eyes and tried to learn all he could from the necromancers texts but there was no way to reverse it. He learned of necromancy but was not powerful enough to use it, but he did read a small book about manipulation of bone (usually used to make skeletal abominations or a way to repair bones) this ability he could do. He learned of liches and read about phylacteries, an item that is what kept the lich alive. He tried to find it, it took him a second to find it but it ended up being a simple book about human anatomy. He considered burning it to end his life from this abominable form. But he felt a sudden urge to resist like this was destiny. He shoved the book in his pocket and slept in a coffin to wait. He awoke and left the ruined cave now he will meet this new world
Likes (Optional):
Dislikes (Optional): being a lich, necromancers
Extras/Inventory:leather armor, a book(phylactery)
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Wow, I'm gone for 2 days an people start taking sarcasm literally...
Let me rephrase: All player characters are human. The RP will begin in around 15 hours, when I've had a decent night's sleep and finished my meet. Until then, joiners welcome!
EDIT: All above posters except Mr Lich are accepted.
((why not I'm actually 5x easier to kill than everyone else, just one well placed hit, or fire and I'm dead, I'm not a Mage so it's not op at all, I don't even have any weapons (unless he alters his arms bones) and in no way did i "refuse" to be human he is technically human, at heart... Erm... phylactery... What do you have against the living impaired?
I just wanted to do something interesting and different and not some generic human with powers, its just boring and I want to be an interesting element to the story
if that's not getting me through I'll re apply if that's fine with you))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
All right, we all appear to have gotten side-tracked to the extreme. The front 2 pages are now a mess :/
Kraz, I'm VERY hesitent to accept you, but I will. If, for any reason, you give me an excuse to boot you, your character(s) WILL be killed. Got it? But before I accept you, the age limit is at 25. You're 20 years too old.
RP starting. From now on all out of character chatter goes in the OOC thread or in parenthesis. All empowered individuals interested in stopping a massive war are meeting in an old diner to pool resources. Be there
FROZEN KINGDOM
I look around, marveling at the beauty of it all. Even now, the Timestop never fails to amaze me. I look around, observing the frozen people, stopped mid-step in the frozen storm of snowflakes. I step around a small pack of immobile pedestrians, watching as the snow splatters against my jacket as I walk into it. It did no good to think of the frozen as people. One look at their lifeless, emotionless faces was enough to dispell that notion. No, when everything ceased movement, the only true people were the empowered. The Palms. We didn't know what we were called yet. But as far as I cared, we were the the only ones who could be considered alive. I step into a cheap diner, marked by the fact that the doors remained unfrozen. Unconsciously, I pull up my hood, walking through the doors into the dimly lit area. Almost every seat is full, I note, looking around at the various faces. I pull up a chair next to a man I know to be named Dalton near the corner. Gradually all the staring eyes of the others get back to their conversations.
"Bit busy, isn't it?" I remark offhandedly to him, munching on one of my energy bars.
"Busy doesn't even begin to describe! We were only expecting twenty, and we've got thirty people right now, more on the way! We might actually have to add an extra man to that strike force!" Dalton half-whispers and half-shouts. "By the way, I heard Xenith himself was coming! What do you think of that?" He whispers more quietly. I laugh to myself, wondering what he'd do if he knew exactly who he was talking to. But before I can make further comment, the door opens.
I step inside the room, feeling everyone's eyes dart towards me. I can't blame thm, things haven't been going very well of late. I scan the room an locate Jason. Three years. It's been three whole years since I saw him, yet it feels like centuries. May as well say hello...
I exit the realm of my thoughts and reach forward with my mind. I yank a chair from across the room into my hand and set it down by Jason. I plot down into it and look Jason's way. "Long time no see. How've things been going for you?" I ask, casting suspicious glances the direction of his friend.
I shake my head sadly at him. "Not too well I'm afraid. I've spent more time fighting than building, and lately we've been losing more and more ground. We really do need to do something about this." I look at Dalton, who waves a little at Zack.
"Zack, this is Dalton, Dalton, this is Zack." I say, introducing them to each other as best I can. "The others should be along soon. I heard a few couldn't come, but most of the old group should be here to fight..." Dalton looks slightly confused, but doesn't say or assume anything, so I'm fine with it. I pull out another energy bar and start eating it hungrily.
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At a loss for words? Here's a few you can use: Welcome, to Night Vale...
I shake the snow off of my jacket and quickly wipe it off of my shields. I find that people are more impressed by them when they actually appear to be shields. I look at the old diner. I quickly produce the note from "A friend" I received and confirm that this is the place. I swear to god I will punch out the idiot who sent me here, it took hours of trudging through the snow to find it. I step in and pull off my hood. Was that...?
Are those Zack and Jason? Two of the secretive heroes, among the 3 still alive? I shook my head in disbelief. This was bigger than I thought. Much bigger.
I sit down in an empty booth, and wait, checking the shields for the marks and scratches I knew wouldn't be there.
Do so before you post here again.
Naow.
Edit: my old character suddenly dissappeared before the anitquarm fight. I didn't really want to kill her off. >.>
Anyway, glad to see you with us again ^_^.
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Hey solar wind, you do realize that We were in the modern world, then entered into the stop, right?mI'm an idiot.
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
I'm saying family owned farms don't occur too often in the modern world, at least in the western world (america, western europe, etc.)I'm an idiot.
Apologies thenI take back my previous comments, I was being stupid there.
You know, as soon as death gets here. He's hosting, after all.
Name: Cedric FenfieldAge: 7658
Gender: male
Power:(other than being immortal unless phylactery is destroyed) orthomancy (manipulation of bones, only through physical touch)
Appearance: a skeleton covered in leather armor
Bio: once a man from medieval times, he was captured by necromancers whom were experimenting on lich manipulation, they didnt want to hunt down an actual lich so they decided to make one. They forced him to become one. Their experiments failed and he killed them all in his hate and confusion. He noticed his body rotting before his eyes and tried to learn all he could from the necromancers texts but there was no way to reverse it. He learned of necromancy but was not powerful enough to use it, but he did read a small book about manipulation of bone (usually used to make skeletal abominations or a way to repair bones) this ability he could do. He learned of liches and read about phylacteries, an item that is what kept the lich alive. He tried to find it, it took him a second to find it but it ended up being a simple book about human anatomy. He considered burning it to end his life from this abominable form. But he felt a sudden urge to resist like this was destiny. He shoved the book in his pocket and slept in a coffin to wait. He awoke and left the ruined cave now he will meet this new world
Likes (Optional):
Dislikes (Optional): being a lich, necromancers
Extras/Inventory:leather armor, a book(phylactery)
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Let me rephrase: All player characters are human. The RP will begin in around 15 hours, when I've had a decent night's sleep and finished my meet. Until then, joiners welcome!
EDIT: All above posters except Mr Lich are accepted.
((why not I'm actually 5x easier to kill than everyone else, just one well placed hit, or fire and I'm dead, I'm not a Mage so it's not op at all, I don't even have any weapons (unless he alters his arms bones) and in no way did i "refuse" to be human he is technically human, at heart... Erm... phylactery... What do you have against the living impaired?
I just wanted to do something interesting and different and not some generic human with powers, its just boring and I want to be an interesting element to the story
if that's not getting me through I'll re apply if that's fine with you))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Kraz, I'm VERY hesitent to accept you, but I will. If, for any reason, you give me an excuse to boot you, your character(s) WILL be killed. Got it? But before I accept you, the age limit is at 25. You're 20 years too old.
FROZEN KINGDOM
I look around, marveling at the beauty of it all. Even now, the Timestop never fails to amaze me. I look around, observing the frozen people, stopped mid-step in the frozen storm of snowflakes. I step around a small pack of immobile pedestrians, watching as the snow splatters against my jacket as I walk into it. It did no good to think of the frozen as people. One look at their lifeless, emotionless faces was enough to dispell that notion. No, when everything ceased movement, the only true people were the empowered. The Palms. We didn't know what we were called yet. But as far as I cared, we were the the only ones who could be considered alive. I step into a cheap diner, marked by the fact that the doors remained unfrozen. Unconsciously, I pull up my hood, walking through the doors into the dimly lit area. Almost every seat is full, I note, looking around at the various faces. I pull up a chair next to a man I know to be named Dalton near the corner. Gradually all the staring eyes of the others get back to their conversations.
"Bit busy, isn't it?" I remark offhandedly to him, munching on one of my energy bars.
"Busy doesn't even begin to describe! We were only expecting twenty, and we've got thirty people right now, more on the way! We might actually have to add an extra man to that strike force!" Dalton half-whispers and half-shouts. "By the way, I heard Xenith himself was coming! What do you think of that?" He whispers more quietly. I laugh to myself, wondering what he'd do if he knew exactly who he was talking to. But before I can make further comment, the door opens.
I exit the realm of my thoughts and reach forward with my mind. I yank a chair from across the room into my hand and set it down by Jason. I plot down into it and look Jason's way. "Long time no see. How've things been going for you?" I ask, casting suspicious glances the direction of his friend.
"Zack, this is Dalton, Dalton, this is Zack." I say, introducing them to each other as best I can. "The others should be along soon. I heard a few couldn't come, but most of the old group should be here to fight..." Dalton looks slightly confused, but doesn't say or assume anything, so I'm fine with it. I pull out another energy bar and start eating it hungrily.
Are those Zack and Jason? Two of the secretive heroes, among the 3 still alive? I shook my head in disbelief. This was bigger than I thought. Much bigger.
I sit down in an empty booth, and wait, checking the shields for the marks and scratches I knew wouldn't be there.