I'm going to say this, I have just made the biggest leap I have ever made in all my RPing career and I hope it landed me in the right place... -Please read this, very important- Ok, you don't have to read everything here, just the stuff without the stars. The stuff with the stars is just a little information about me and how I feel about literacy and how an RPer should be. As for the Important Info Catagory, you really don't have much to read, just pick something randomly if you want. However, if you wana be fully aware of what your country or what the other ones are about then all you have to do is read. It actually helps to give to a good idea of how to greet those people and how to speak with them better. It also helps in the long run with how you will be known. Also, If you get overwhelmed by the stuff then just read the Rules and Story and I will make your Character for you if you want *-Words from the Creator-* Hail, hello, and good day or night. I am Saratos, someone who has RPed for quite some time. It has been nine years since I have begun RPing. I can remember those days as if it were yesterday. I always remembered the massive wars in the fantasy RPs and then the almost legendary Vampire hunts in the, well, Vampire RPs, then there were the Sci-Fi RPs, a time when space pirates roamed the vast space and the many space battles could be found almost anywhere. Ah, a time when romance did not rule over war, where it was rarely used. What a time that was. It was a time when RP was good and there were so many people to RP with. Nowadays, it's really hard to find a good RP and so to revive the good times, I make this RP. I hope people join and not let this drift off into the dark like all the other greats of the RP community. Anyways, I'm new here and I would like for people to join in and have as much fun as I used to. Oh, two more things. Unlike the other RPs that happened a good while back, I have added alot more to give the RP order. I believe this is a stretch to try, but if it falls through then hey, atleast I tried. (oh, and one more thing, sorry ^_^;) RP is something I love deeply. I need RP almost, it's just like air to me so don't make me unhappy because I will get displeased and I am a bit uncomfortable since this is my first RP here so you people who aren't new here; I would love for one of you fine ladies and gents to help a poor fellow out and tell him what is and isn't allowed in the forums here. -Rules- 1. No Godmoding 2. No Cybering 3. No Powerplaying 4. Please, no one liners 5. Have alright grammar and at least write in a way that others can read it 6. No writing things like : "I knew your father and he was very weak and I know that you are also," since it just pisses me off how people you don't even know or you didn't agree to your character knowing said person or them knowing family. 7. Ask the person if you can turn, kill, or use physically warping or mentally warping magic or skills on them. 8. Please, no going around trying to do the same thing over and over, it makes things annoying so give your character a sort of schedule rather than having them just do nothing. 9. Follow the Template to the letter 10. Have fun 11. Try your best 12. I can change, alter, or add as many rules as I want whenever in this RP 13. No flaming 14. Cursing if entirely fine 15. Use () for chat Speak 16. Write 'War is the greatest thing' if you read the rules *-My Philosophy-* Alright, this is what I hate about people today. Literate, semi-literate, and illiterate. These three things I do not enjoy since people now have made them mandatory things that shouldn't be all that mandatory. I have seen plenty of RPers, good ones and I have seen many bad ones. Sure, I am a literate, but I don't normally like to post stuff that is like fifteen pages long and is about someone's hand. I want something that is interesting and eye catching. Literacy in a post is just supposed to be a bonus, not the thing that determines good to bad. Lets look at it like a play. Ok, say we have Romeo and Juliet here and there are two people who wana be Romeo. Ok, one is handsome as hell, but couldn't memorize a word in his life and just sucked at portraying the full essence of Romeo, but the other one, well, he looks like a freak, but he knows almost every Shakespear play written like the back of his hand and can give out the full depth of Romeo, every bit of passion and every bit of unending devotion that dear ol' William would be damn proud of. Who do you think the director of the play would pick? Well, I certainly would want the guy who can can everything out perfectly. Now, how does this work with Role play? Very simple, think of it like this, the beauty of the really nice looking guy is that additional crap that is added about a freaking hand in RP. We don't need all that, but the entertainment portion of the RP rests with the other guy who most would probably rate as an illiterate, his looks being that way. However, in my mine, it works this way, whoever can give the RP entertainment is the true literate, not all this mumbo jumbo about some guy opening a door and then twelve posts in, the guy is finally outside the door. Now, if you can make a post both interesting and literate, now that is a gift. Here is one of my older RP posts that I made. All damage was done to NPCs. It's pretty old so it has a typo here and there and I can post much larger than this now, but this is a great example. Saratos Soon dropped the man as he watched him enter a state of unconciousness. "aw, no painful death for you I see?" said Saratos, raising his blade high and bringing it down, piercing right through the mans neck and cutting it clean off. Saratos watched as the blood shot out like a fountain, he then stuck his fingers in the blood and put some on his face in some sort of war pattern and then he raised his blade high into the air, plunging it into the ground infront of him as he put his hands togather for a brief second, closing his eyes as the malicious smile vanished. When he opened his eyes, he spread his hands out in a sort of arch and soon brought them down to the ground with quick and presice movments, making the ground around him suddenly shake and soon rize from where it was. Saratos was now on a platform made of earth that was high above them all. He stood there laughing as some of the men readied their arrows, but oddly, they couldn't move, their hands wouldn't allow them to fire, maybe it was because of Saratos' fist, how it was put out in a stop "having telekenesis is a nice touch, no?" said saratos, bringing his hand into a fist, crushing the hands of the men and letting the blood flow. As the arrows flew towards him, he put his middle finger and index finger straight out, keeping his other fingers in a fist and merely did a sort of turning movement, which made the arrows stop and make them bend in odd shapes like geleton. After he was finished with his amusement. he let the arrows fall to the ground and pulled the men towards him. He held his hand out to them, his plam facing them. With a large smile he closed his hand and watched as the men's bodies collapsed apon themselves, their bones cutting through their skin, leaving a mess of blood, bones and flesh roating in the air. Saratos then brought both his hands togather like he was praying and watched as the bloody mess infront of him compressed togather into a cube about five inches tall, five inches wide. Saratos laughed at this, still in his secondary state of murder and bloodshead, which no living being, not even the most inhumain could understand. -Story- It is I the storyteller here to invite you to the Realm of Aara to join in the great wars of this ancient world of eternal magic and swordsmanship. It is in this story that we visit the Small country of Idmir that is part of the great continent of Zathiel, which at one point, was a small country of it's own, surrounded by many other countries until they united as one and named the country after the greater one. This is how all of the countries and lesser states formed their Continents, making a strong bond of unity and creating the countries that they were named after into the capital countries as one would put it. It is in the small Country of Idmir and it's many small city states that conflicts still rise. The Lord over all the city states has been defeated by the gods who have been enemies with the people since longer than any could remember. It is this position that made the Country and it's small, lesser city states safe. But now, with the loss of this great God Slayer, two of the great houses of Idmir have went against the laws of the now deceased ruler of Idmir's own decrees and rules and have went to war to see who shall be the next to rule in the now passed ruler's stead and take up the sword to hold the tittle of God Slayer and rid the country of it's strife. Many Ask why the mainland is doing nothing about this and the answer from the mainland was that it was not of their beliefs or customs, so they would allow the country to deal with the problem itself. This was what made the people quite angry and so many revolted and went against the empire. The people need a new ruler. Who take up their blades in the name of Idmir, in the name of their God Slaying Ruler and become the new King of this Island Empire? -Important info- This carries on into templates as well. 1. The Houses fighting are: Gazka and Deyvrin The other Houses: Calisus, Ruthial, Zxyeir Gazka: House of Order Deyvrin: House of Warriors Calisus: House of Magic Ruthial: The Vampire House and is Shunned by the rest Zxyeir: House of Assassins and Theives 2. The Countries other than Idmir (if you wana come from anywhere in the mainland): Zathiel, Kazalitha, Byjiriu, Kolto, Beinki Zathiel: The life of the empire and where nobles live normally. They are the more political of the other countries. Kazalitha: The fighters of the empire. Many of them serve as warriors in the great wars upon the other continents Byjiriu: The Farmer Country, but is quite respected in the empire as the givers of life. They are what keep the empire thriving and ever breathing with life. Without them then there wouldn't be enough food to feed the ever growing empire. Kolto: The Country known for it's mages and other things of magical origin. It is here that many grand scholars come to learn ancient history and magics or expand in their studies at the Ministry of Knowledge. Beinki: The Place known for it's Engineers and miners. The greatest technology of pure human work has been pushed into this country and it is this country that allows the Zathielik empire to have it's war ships armed with massive cannons to go into war with the other continents The other Continents: Iethmiridra, Taithanriel, Mirix Imeris Iethmiridra: A Continent filled with mystery and excitement. It's gods are known to be among the newest of all continents. However, it is said that this continent is a jewel in the political society of Aara. Taithanriel: The very war-like people of Taithanriel are what the people of Zathiel call the barbarians of the world. They are the main enemies of all other countries, but are famed for their berserkers Mirix Imeris: The Anthro People of the world of Aara. These half animal, half human creatures are some of the best beings at staying in peace with all the other countries, but are looked down on and can be treated like dirt alot of the time. They are normally only accepted in the Country of Zathiel and the Continent of Iethmiridra. 3. The year is 543, this is the Second Era, which was marked as the second when the Empire of Zathiel Formed. 4. Classes in the Empire of Zathiel are related to one's combat techniques. Basically it is a combat job. Say you accel in swordplay then you might call yourself a Sword master as a magic user might call themselves a magician or wizard. 5. Jobs are what one does on a daily basis and might help them on the battlefield if it is needed then. A jod is something you must do on a basis and is your way of income so choose a job wisely that suits your character well. Please pick something that you can add in your character's schedule and is interesting. nothing that will bore you. 6. A house name is What you are called by the other brethren of your house and is the name most people will know you as. It is your renown name and will be what can make your image sinister or heroic or even comical if that is your path in life. 7. The Species of Aara are as followed, Elves, Mortals, Beasts, Magic Born, Dark Born, and Cursed. It was designed by the Emperor of Zathiel in order to remove hate for the other in your own race and to make others feel a small more comfortable with the other.(you need to put the name of your species also. It works like this. Species: Elves/ Dark Elf) Elves: In the first Era, these creatures all had names of their own, such as dark elves, moon elves, snow elves, etc. and now they are all called elves rather than any one species. Although, the Elven Population still does use Distinct naming for their species, many other species outside of their close network simply call them elves. Mortals: Instead of Classifying each strand of man, they have all banded together as one and classified themselves as Mortals to remove racial Profiling. Beasts: These Creatures are the beings that came from Mirix Imeris and have become part of the population. They are simply referred to as beasts and treated like all the others of their race. Magic Born: These are a special breed of being. They are creatures that are made from the bonds of magic itself and can sometimes control the elements. They are powerful and very mysterious. Also, they have no place known to this day that their race originated from. All that is known is that they are born where ever the aura of magic wishes them to be. Dark Born: Beings made from lust, hate, and deceit, the Dark Born are considered to be the same as the Magic Born but have hearts filled with dark intents. Oddly, they normally only spawn in the Country of Idmir so some say they are the children of the evil gods that populate this area of Zathiel. Cursed: The Cursed are Beings like Orcs, Ogres, Trolls, Vampires, Undead, and anything else that is not too welcomed by society. These beings are normally disliked a small ammount and normally live alone or in a village that they are welcomed in. Only the creatures like Vampires could've possibly been mortal at one point, but now, they are blood feasting creatures that live in Vampire Clans *8. Magic Speak (for you people who wana make magic a little more authentic than just casting the spell with a hand.) A: E, L (with the letter F) B: P C: N D: B E: E, Ey (After the letter M) F: I G: S H: E I: I, C (when before E) J: L K: Sh L: Na, Al (With L & B) M: H N: E, El (after E) O: A or Ah (Depends on how you want the sound) P: K Q: I R: L S: A, I (With the letter Q) T: H, Sh (With the letters I, S, & H) U: N ( after the letter R) V: R W: V X: T Y: Y Z: R How Magic Speak works is very simple. We look at the writing and say, hmmm...what is the spell name? Do I want it to be a ritual, a simple word cast spell, or word activated? Well, If you want a ritual, you write out the words in Magic Speak. Here is the word Flame Blade. "Inaehe Palebe!" (and the spell is cast. Of course, one would need to explain in details what you just did so people know what you said, lol.) 9. Image/Description: Here you can use a picture or describe your character's details. Describing details seems a bit more fun -Template- You don't have to put the number that is added. That is there so you can find the information for each thing so you can understand what to put there. Name: House Name:6 Age: Species:7 Gender: Homeland:2 House:1 Class:4 Job:5 Weapon(s): Skill(s): History: Image/ Description:9 -Map of Idmir- I drew this map for RP, nothing else. Idmir works like this, each island or group of islands that has a name has a city on them that either occupy the whole island (for the smaller islands) or is in the center of the islands (for larger sized islands) or the city occupies the largest island of a city state if it is a whole bunch of islands. Of course, the other, small islands that are part of that city state can also have Where the map is located is in my gallery. No worries though. Since I am new, that is the first thing I have put in so far.

(I think I just signed my death writ. le gasp... Be right back after hitting myself in the head a few times realizing how long I have just made the information of this RP.)

Name: Crim House Name: Xzryft Age: 22 Species: Elf/ Moon Elf Gender: Male Homeland: Taithanriel House: Deyvrin Class: Blade Keeper- a warrior bound by honor to his to House. The Keeper shall defend it at any cost, no matter the army's size, no matter the test's troubles. It is normally a name given to those who come from the other countries in order to keep them loyal to the Zathielik Empire. Job: Blacksmith Weapon(s): Hammer of Taulus (An enchanted forge hammer), anything he smiths Skill(s): Blacksmithing, Swordplay, Chivalry, Reading, Writing, Tracking, minor medical skills History: As a young lad living in Taithanriel, Crim was raised on a small farm in a small Moon Elf town. It was here, from the only person not of his race, an Orc named Taulus Yjorin (his name was what his fathers was and he got his name from aiding the Barbarian King of Taithanriel, giving him the name of Taulus Yjorn. It means nothing, but it gives the barbaric mortals of Taithanriel respect for this Orc and his relatives who inherit this name.) who taught him how to smith greater than that of the average smith. As he learned the ways of a blacksmith, he grew and grew. Once he was of the age of twelve, he was recruited into the order of Solomel, one of the nine countries of this great barbarian and pure warrior continent. After serving five years in the order, he was removed from the order and given freedom to go where ever he pleased in the empire. Now 17, he searched for what all dream of, an adventure. But who would know that he would get his wish to come true as he fell in love with a young woman named Ahnaeiris who lived in Tai. After meeting with her many times, it was a year later that she was murdered. Not only did the murder effect Crim because of the loss of his love, but the guards suspected him of the crime and reported to his love's father that he was no doubt the culprit, being the closest to her at the time. Now he was not only without his love, but he was accused and charged of murder by his love's father. It was soon that he fled from one country to the other, murders happening wherever he went with him as the key suspect, no, he was now the criminal. He had no doubt been framed. As another year passed, he was able to live in the shadows thanks to his old smith master that he was an apprentice to long ago in his early youth. He was finally convinced to go off to Zathiel by boat to flee from the ever watchful guards of his homeland. It was no longer safe here and he needed to leave the continent fast. Now, as he left the docks, he looked back on his home and said his last fairwell, it was last he would see of his great homeland where anyone was free to roam and battle was the life of all. It was a place that he would never forget and to this day still hasn't. His life on Zathiel was a hard one. They knew him as a foreigner as soon as he stepped off his small boat that was made of odd and unseen wood in this part of the world. However, in the two years he spent on this continent, he was integrated into the empire as a full fledged citizen and a member of the House of warriors, Deyvrin. Image/ Description: (my Art Grounds Version I made)http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y105/Saratos/RP%20Characters/Crim%20or%20Xryft/ElfPic.png, (My Hand Drawn Crim, handsome chap, eh?) http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y105/Saratos/RP%20Characters/Crim%20or%20Xryft/Crim.jpg Description:(Yes, I like to do both. So maybe I am an over achiever...) Crim Stands at 5'2, short for his species, as most of his species is quite tall. He has raven black hair and silvery white eyes. His skin is a light tan color that makes shadows on his skin a light purple. Normally he wears a brown leather traveler's hat, and a brown leather armored cloak and a leather outfit of brown leather aswell that is slightly loose to allow him comfort. Other than that, when he feels the need, he wears a suit of dark heavy armor with a blue cape and goes into great battles armed with blades he creates himself. His body's figure is athletic, yet a bit slim since his race cannot really gain all that much muscle, making him quite fast and quite strong. Afterall, he was born where some of the most powerful fighters of all Aara are from, Taithanriel.

Name:Litara House Name:Slaitys Age:20 Species:Mortal Gender:Female Homeland:Taithanriel House:Zxyeir Class:Hired Assasin: Like those of her house, she's hired out to anyone and everyone...For the right price. She's been known to take almost every job, in her history only rejecting a few. Job:See above. XD Weapon(s):A plain rapier held in her belt on the left side, and on her right her favored blade, Raezyx. It is thin but strong, tapering to a fine point. Along the blade there is no decoration, so that it will not be impaired by an weakenings from adornments or etching. But the handle is beautifully carved and wrapped in supple black buckskin. Where blade meets handle there is a emerald carved into the shape of a new leaf and in the metal surrounding vines seem to grow from it.(lawl I wrote a lot about that. XD) Skill(s):She knows enough in swordsmanship to protect her self, but is far from the best. Her hand to hand skills are phenominal(sp? o_O) though, like others in her occupation. And her stealth is honed. History:Born in the barbaric lands of Taithanriel, never knowing her father who was always off in some war. Her mother cared for her, but was never the 'loving type'. They had no strong bonds, and Litara left on her 13th birthday. She had no job, and the only skills she had was her inate ability to be silent. She was lucky enough in her wanderings from village to village-doing grueling tasks for a small pay and sometimes a meal- to find an assasin that was oddly kinder than most. He had been watching her closely and admired her skills, and so she became his apprentice. Though it was an odd apprenticeship, for she never knew this mysterious helper's name. After six years under his guidance she had learned all that was needed to an assasin's work, and so she set off to find work. For a year she was content wandering Taithanriel, but the continent bored her. Many had told her of a recent abundance of assisan's work in Zathiel, and finally she decided to travel there. She arrived there with little fuss, she keeps to herself prefering solitude to another human's company. She feels no need to become a citizen because she feels no bond to any country or any empire. She's...Freelance. Image/ Description:No image as of yet. D: She's tall, and thin, though her taut form is always hidden beneath a flowing cloak like the others of her occupation. The cloak is a dark green, practically black and she's never been seen without it. Her hair goes less than half the length of her back, and is a light brown that almost turns gold when a splash of sunshine hits. Her eyes are a reflective hazel that catch the dark green of her cloak. She wears black boots that are around 5 inches below the knee. She wears no jewelry, never found a liking for such frivolries. Personality:Quiet, easily jumps to anger. Though she can have a nice side...Sometimes...Rarely. >_>; (DONEDONEDONE!! OMG. that took foreverz. D:)

Name: Aesir House Name: Heimdal Age: 452 (Appearance of age 21.) Species: Cursed/Vampire Gender: Female Homeland: Taithanriel House: Ruthial Class: Assassin/Wizard - She works slowly and secretly, paid by nobles to give each victim a slow, painful death. She can also use several kinds of spells. Job: Assassin Weapon(s): A staff that doubles as a spear is her weapon. It is black, adorned with white, flowery designs. The end is covered in beautiful white blades that have the appearance of feathers. They are used to send miniature shockwaves during spells by planting them into a ground and using one of the spells. Skill(s): She's very well equipped to killing, but most of the time enjoys singing songs in the darkness, luring her pray into striking zone. As... Odd as it may be, her seductive skills are more than adequate, though she is a terrible klutz when not doing her buisiness. History: Born a cursed woman, the girl became a vampire at the age of twenty, while scouting land for her father. She was kept alive by a blood trade between her and a wealthy human, who also gained immortality for some time. After a few hundred years, she began to fall in love with the man she traded each night with. It was said that if a vampire and human fell in love during a blood pact, they would remain immortal forever. However, just as Aesir was prepared to tell the man how she felt, she discovered he had entered a relationship with a beautiful but superficial young noble. Angry, she ended the blood pact on their wedding day, causing the man to fall dead at the altar. Since, the hurt young vampire has been scouring the land, a new victim each night. She's still waiting for a new blood pact, but she fears that it might end it the sorrow of this one. Image/ Description: Aesir is an average height and thin, her legs spindly from years of use. Her skin is a shocking shade of white, making even snow look gray. Her empty emerald eyes show only hurt, and her long black hair winds down to her ankles in ringlets. Her clothes are black and green, large bell-sleves and a tight collar. she wears shorts that cling to her skin, making the entire assemble rather attractive with mid-calf boots. Her face is round and childish, overall pretty. Her slightly pointed ears show that she is a vampire. From time to time, she wears a tophat for effect. (She's funny like that.) 'War is the greatest thing'...?

Name: Gyrr House Name: unknown Age: 25 Species: Human Gender: male Homeland: Idmir House: unknown Class: barbarian/hunter – Grown up in the wilderness struggling every day to survive, he became a restless young man, who is able to hunt down everything that is worth the effort. Job: Hunter Weapon(s): A bow, a short bronze sword and a hatchet. Those are weapons he looted from some careless mercenaries which thought of killing him. Also, he uses various types of arrows and poisons he made himself. Skill(s): As a good hunter he knows everything about the wilderness and how to survive under the open sky. He is able to find and track down his prey and sneak upon it before it can notice him. He knows how to kill fast and effective using every type of weapon he can get hold of, may it be a bow, a rock or his bare fists. Although his sense of direction in natural surroundings is unmatched, he quickly loses orientation in urban environment. History: He was born when one of the countless wars were occurring. Whoever his parents were, and whatever happened with them, none ever knew anything about them. The only thing he knows is that he was found by some looting renegades on an abandoned battlefield. They felt sorry for the little boy and brought him to a tiny village nearby. He was raised by the villagers but they never loved him because they knew where he was found. They thought of him as of a bad omen, as an undead or evil spirit and thus named him a Gyrr, which means demon in the village's dialect. Whenever a misery happened, the people just made him responsible for it. That's why when Gyrr was older; the only places for him to be free were the surrounding forests and mountains. He quickly learned how to use a bow and a knife, where its save to sleep and how animals think and move. He learned everything about how to field-dress an animal and how to move stealthy on difficult terrain. And after years of hunting with the village's hunters, he felt that there was more to learn and more to expect from life than just hunting a deer and sleeping in a village where people would never accept, but only fear him. So Gyrr decided to live alone in the mountains, trusting only himself and his skills. But the villagers feared him, they thought he could take revenge for the years they tortured him. One day they asked two adventuring mercenaries if they could kill this "demon child" and though the mercenaries were pricey, the story about this "demon child" seemed to be interesting. They found Gyrr's tracks quickly, but he already followed them unseen since they entered the mountains. And after the mercenaries shot at him when he wanted to talk to them, he killed both in the night. Equipped with their good weapons Gyrr decided to find his future in another place, far away from the village and his past. Image/ Description: Gwyrred is of an average height but has very broad shoulders and an athletic body. His face is suntanned and his unkempt hair and beard are deep black. A thin scar divides his chin. He wears a dirty sleeveless linenshirt which is sewed with tatters in various dark colors from black to green which makes it easier to hide in the woods. Furthermore black pants and a short, hooded cape. He is barefooted. _______________________ awww i hope i didnt make too many mistakes on that one Oo btw this is my first character-creation/desctiption EVER and war is the greatest thing

ooc: Hey, does that mean we can start now? o3o

(yes lukan, you may start. Everyone can. Oh, unless you would like to wait for another person or two to join? I am getting two more people. Another male more than likely. oh, you know, you're the only person who read all the rules, right? no one but you put 'war is the greatest thing' but I got mizuki to say it on sketcher and got her to read em' all so it's all good.)

Name:Dokujaka Nefzen Age: 523 Species:T iefling (Halfdemon, planetouched) Gender: Female Homeland: ? House: None Class: Wanderer (Bard, yet not.) Job: None Weapon(s): None Skill(s): Arcane senses History: Born a tiefling her childhood was filled with misery. Accuesd for everything by everyone. It led to anger and eventually she turned to thievery. Her anger towards the people soon led to the extreme and after becoming an assassin she murdered many of her past evildoers. She soon realized her error and swore to never kill again. She had a mask made for her with a mirror-surface, reflecting hatred in the eyes of others back at them. Her sword used to slay many people was left behind, she now only carries the sheath. Eventually she realized some people could accept her bloodline, and is now having her mask attached to her belt, next to her empty swordsheath. To this day she has been wandering around, seeking the good in people.

Name:Scorpion Prime House Name:none Age:n/a Species:Neo Golem (magic born) Gender:male looking Homeland:no home land just a wonder House:none Class: Job:help people in need Weapon(s): hands Skill(s): strong def, strong atk can rebuild damage parts in 5-20 hours (depending on damage) History:born in a forest, travels the lands, has a good heart and help ppl in need Image/ Description:hmm ill post a better description later a simple guy 6 ft tall looks grayish green has 3 ring on his left arm ,2 on the right has a great respect for life some times brakes things with out meaning too speed is like a human

(alright, lets start!)

name: Daylia house name: none species: beast (silver kitsune) age: 16 wepons:staff skills: apprentice in training history: born in a tribe and left the tribe when she was 14 to seek out something more in life desc: long black hair, with white ears with black tips, long bushy black tail, 5 ft 3 in., (work more on the desc later when i make more pics of her, the pic i have of her right now isnt in the kind of clothes she would have in the rp)

(just in time Karahi! it is never good to be late. Oh, and to everyone, here is my RP Character and Creation Archive. Here is where all Characters and Stuff for my RPs will be. It is in the works, but anyone who is interested in helping me out with the looks and what not, just reply to this in OOC.)

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Ooc//Alriiighty then I shall be starting this roleplay off with setting and city and time and weather -drawls on- ANYWAYS -cracks knuckles- Haven't gotten into any hardcore RPs in a while, so forgive me if my writing isn't at it's best. Give me a few posts and it will be a bit more top-notch. ;D -begins-

Like a cool blanket darkness enveloped the people of Idimir, stars gently strewn like sowed patterns across its canvas. The moon hung low near a great ridge of mountains, night was still young rosy patterns blushing the sky opposite of ivorine sphere. Frail Clouds came and went like vagabonds, covering the pocked moon's visage one moment and fading into the darkness the next. A gentle wind blew invisible rivlets in the air, toying with the muggy air and rushing through the lush green forests. Despite this slight breeze, moisture hung low and heavy, the heat making it unbearably stuffy...To those not used to such climate. The- well certainly not humble, but easily bustling- city of Idmir lay atop a smooth expanse of fertile lands. Encircled in walls and beyond a reasonably large ridge of mountains crowned in lush and dangerous jungle. The outskirts surrounding the city walls consisted of a ragtag bunch of rundown houses and abandoned buildings, alleys never a good place to choose for the path of travel. But as you got closer to the center- the massive and beautifully built castle- things got nicer brighter and less dreary. People tended to seem less shady here, and though still dangerous their alleys at least looked nicer. Just slightly north of the castle a reasonable size marketplace was situated, centered around a large plaza of beautiful stonework. Of course being night, this busy commonplace was empty, exceeept...For one. Practically invisible to the fullest meaning of the word, a figure stood enshrowded in the shadows. A cloak flowed languidly around her slim body that hugged the wall, sharp eyes taking in each slight movement within their perception. Taut lips suddenly curved into an almost malicious grin as a short and chubby shadow quickly stalked across the marketplace and dissapear down another mazelike street. Suddenly the statue like figure was in motion, leather boots not even making a sound as long legs easily caught up with the scuttling man who was in such a hurry he never looked at even the most suspicious shadows. And because of this, her job was made much easier, she could practically walk two paces behind him without the dult's notice. But for safety's sake, and just to be plain smart the follower stuck to the shadows like usual. They rounded a corner and the cloaked woman froze, quick eyes taking in one gaurd a small mansion and one door. The little man nodded to the gaurd, opened the door, and dissapeared into darkness. A chuckle was emmited from her pink lips silently, and she muttered quietly, "One gaurd? What is that all you can /afford/?" The gaurd looked suddenly alert head twisting around for the source of mutters, "Wh-who goes there!?" he called out fearfully, stepping forward a few paces. Slipping from the shadows now behind the young man she smirked, "Stupid /and/ a coward." and with the swiftness of a cat suddenly covered his mouth rapier in hand pushing against his jugular, "The last thing you'll feel is pain." //DONE OMFG! Sadly I have to go for the night. =/ G'night! She's cruel isn't she? XD//

"Is that so?" asked a voice from behind the young thief as he slightly wrapped his arm around her neck as he reached into his own cloak and unbuckled a lock-over sheath. As he slightly grasped the blade and pulled it free, it made little to no sound as he made one fluid movement. Suddenly, with a flash of light, he smirked and brought the blade to her neck and took his other hand away, the dagger's point against her neck, the same exact area that she had it upon the guard's neck. He slightly backed away to allow him room to block any supprizes the little Assassin might happen to have in store for him. Soon he began to twist the blade a bit, swirling it slightly as he smiled, finding the situation amusing. Soon, he found himself talking to the assassin. "Lemme guess, you wanted to have a bit of fun, eh? Or maybe you're that assassin that the House placed a mark on? You're one feisty young man you know? But hey, at least you tried to make yet another kill. I could always take you to the Imperial Prison, but that would jut mean your escape. Of course, I could also kill you here and now and get the whole thing out of the way. Less paperwork to fill out if you're dead if you're getting me. Although, dead wpuld probably be the nicer option in any occurance, right? Don't take it personal, it's just my job buddy. We don't pick em', we just do em' but I would think that you would also know that I'm only guessing. Now that I think of it, you're probably going to get a nice execution anyways. But I know your types, you prefer to die during a mission, don't you? I don't blame you, it's what all sorts of fighting professions prefer," As he twisted the blade more, he said to himself silently, then came closer, saying it in her ear. "a silent oath gone to blood, like red licour gone dry on touch. A Devil's kiss released of sins while darkness binds it's touch. One soul who seeks this way shall never be the same, their eyes already gone. Their mind filled up to the core, their bodies greatly changed. It's striking deep into the soul, can't you feel it? It's great power bonding to the heart and to the mind, it's past soon drifting off into the clouds. Can't you hear it, can't you feel it in you?" His lips curved a little as he spoke, his voice like a dagger to the heart, his tounge like a fatal poison. It was no wonder why the man only hired a single guard, no, the youth wasn't the guard, he was just the little help along. The real guard was this man, this sinister knight that was no doubt from House Deyvrin because of the warrior-like hold he had her in. However, because of this, his face as not visible, making him impossible to even figure who he was. However, there were rumors of this man and his undying loyalty to the House of Warriors. It was said that he never fails his mission, even if it means killing the enemy to do it. It was also why the target of this assassin had paid no attention to his surroundings, because this warrior had been tracking the assassin as she was trailing his client, but now it was too late to do anything for now he had her in his grasp and she couldn't do anything about it as long as He had her. Although, he held his arm in a way for the assassin to easily break free. Why would such a mysterious warrior known to always complete his job do that? Although the answer was not known, it would no doubt be the advantage that the assassin could really use. (I chose a bad place to come in from, lol.)

Ooc//Posting in a bit. I just wrote up a whole bunch but my frieking browser chose to go back and then I lost all I wrote. DD: Now I'm kinda' angry and don't want to write that all up again. X___X It'd be nice if other people posted too. >_>;

(I know what you mean. As soon as I figure out the problem my computers are having with open sketcher, I will personally fuss at them.)

[[OOC: can we move to another forum, plz? you can neither edit nor delete your postings here. that suuuuuuxuuxuxux :6]]

(it isn't possible in any of the forums on Art Grounds. Hmmm...maybe I will Create a Site for RPs here just to RP...)

Body tensed, muscles tightening, back straightening, teeth gritting in a sudden anger. She was angry with herself, for such carelessness, and this intruder for such boldness. How could she have not noticed this...Gaurd. Excitment for the 'hunt' was a plausible answer, but only an excuse. Excuses got you no where, when you were dead excuses only made your death seem futile. She tried her best to seem aloof, above, unfased by this attack. Her grip on the young amateur did not loosen, she couldn't let him go he'd only cause more trouble. The cloaked women's mind worked furiously, assessing the situation the threat of this new attacker and possible escapes. At this point, she only saw one solution, and it would require a lot of distraction. "Well if you must know, and if it wasn't /obvious/ before, I'm the assissan you speak of. And you must be /stupid/ to interfere with such dangerous and secretive matters. But then again, you probably don't have a choice. You're just one of the House's watchdogs aren't you? Performing the master's ever wish, begging for a higher pay or a higher rank." she spat out the insult, every emphasized word sizzling like acid upon metal. Her eyes were narrowed to cold glaring slits, staring at the only thing she could discern from such a position the hand which tightly gripped dagger. Thin lips parted slightly, teeth practically bared like an animal's. "I don't know why any of you never rebelled, and tried to take over the house. But maybe you've just never...Thought about it. You should be happy for what I'm doing here, because after this is done you will rise in rank. Nothing wrong with that right? You can't possibly care about his welfare. But who knows, maybe they're making you gaurds /softer/ than they used to." the words practically hissed through her teeth. Now she prepared herself, just another second and she'd make her break. The woman chuckled slightly, and then suddenly was in motion. Her foot kicked back suddenly, shoving back the stranger. At the same her right hand flicked back, slicing through the young gaurd's throat, and killing him instantly. As the body fell, she swiveled around and faced her advesary. Dagger at the ready, it's steel surface tainted by the crimson blood. "By the way," she growled, "I'm no man." and then she crouched slightly and prepared herself for his move.//BLAH EW BAD//