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Adventures in Alagaesia
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Plot
These are dark times. Galbatorix is at the height of his power and getting stronger everyday. Since the massive discovery of dragon eggs, many riders have been discovered and many may already have joined the Empire. But although some have also joined the Varden, no one has been able to vanquish Galbatorix. But maybe there is still hope...
Appearance: Green eyes and brown hair that reaches my ears. A cut jaw that gives the impression of immence power. Wears a brown and black pants that have stuck with him since before he was a rider.
Personality: Growing up in a household with strong moral beliefs have made him desire justice and peace. A calm nature benefits him in "tight situations" but will get in the way if there is a fight on hand. Believes strongly that there can be peace even when others do not. Has a good sence of humor and can take a joke as well as hand them out. He is strong spirited and does not waver under preasure. Able to make friends easily is one of his best attributes.
RP example: His vision flashed before him as he was delt a smashing blow to the head. He could feal a thin line of blood going down his cheak as he stagered and tried to remain balanced. Expecting another atack he quickly looked up despite the pain he endured lifting his head. The cloaked man before him was laughing and shakeing his head. "you never will be stronger than me you know" he declared with a booming voice. "You looked and looked for me all of these years and you see were it landed you? I wanted to reply with a whitty come back but before I could think of anything good to say he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me down to the ground...I rememberd no more.
Malthar Lakrinth « Result #2 on Jun 29, 2008, 10:22pm »
Full Name: Malthar Lakrinth
Age: 118
Gender: Male
Race: Elven Dragon Rider
Side: Varden
Appearance: Malthar is thin, tall, and very pale. He wears a white tunic with black pants and boots. His pupils are solid black. His hair is black, chin length, and straight. He is otherwise normal, except that he looks slightly scary and unapproachable.
Personality: Malthar is prideful, but not arrogant. He is loyal to only his closest friends. He is sort of a lone wolf as his family was killed by shades when he was 3 years old. He is also very protective and doesn't talk much. He has faced the hardships of life alone and mainly stays away from society.
RP Example: Malthar shouted "jierda!". There was a crack and the urgal charging him fell to the ground clutching his neck. He heard someone coming up behind him and quickly spun around to see a small group of urgals charging at him full speed. Malthar closed his eyes, and with inhuman grace, jumped over the urgals. When he landed he spun around and sliced an urgal through it's neck. He continued fighting the group until there was none left.
Tales of the Moon - A Inuyasha RPG « Result #3 on May 1, 2008, 11:40pm »
In Feudal Times, the lands were divided up between the four taiyoukai. The Northern Lands to the Snow Leopards. The Southern Lands to the Tiger clans. The Eastern Lands to the Dragons. And the Western Lands to the Inu clan. All ruled in peace, and with a firm yet just hand. Until a mysterious black mass came from the east, destroying nearly everything in its path. The Eastern Lands were utterly destroyed along with the rare kanjou or spirit dragons.
One survived. They were the key to destroying the mass. Months passed before the spirit dragon defeated the mass sent by Amatsu, the god of evil; which took her life. The Eastern Lands were rebuilt and the lands were once again in the peace it had been in for years before. Yet a new dark force had entered the lands of Feudal Japan. Are you brave enough to stand up to it, or will you be the one to surrender to it and aid its advance on the lands? The choice is yours.
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Ailis Darkslayer « Result #5 on Jan 27, 2007, 5:57am »
Full name: Ailis Nashaya Darkslayer
Age: 210
Gender: Female
Race: Empire Rider, Elven
Side:Empire
Appearance: Round, violet colored eyes that change upon her will and her mood. Crimson red hair that changes upon her will and mood. It reaches her waist and it is straight as can be. Her normal attire is Night black tunic that has a belt with a sapphire on it. Dark leggings with tall boots that reach almost her knee. Lots of straps on them. Also wears a night black hooded cloak that touches the ground. She is fair and tall, looking similar to Arya but with different hair and eyes. Does not look as princess-y as Arya.
Personality: A very quiet, diplomatic personality. She can be bubbly at times and she also has her mood swings. She is kind to those who treat her well. On the outside, she appears as though she does not have any emotions but she just hides them.
RP example:
Ailis waited calmly outside the throne room of Queen Islanzadi's court. She was to meet with the Queen about some negotiations, which she highly doubt were ever going to work. She paced around until she heard footsteps. She turned and saw a young elven man dressed in Queen Islanzadi's colors. Ailis raised an eyebrow. The elven man bowed deeply. "Ailis Darkslayer, the Queen wishes to see you now." "Thank you." Ailis went into the throne room, shrugging off the escort. The moment she entered, she heard a order made. "Seize her!" Ailis was surprised. She realized with a scowl that it was Arya who had made the order. "What did I do, your Royal Highness?" She asked sweetly. "You serve the Empire. We do not welcome Empire people." Arya replied quietly but lethally. She just let the guards take her away.
Appearance: Long, curly brown hair. Vibrant hazel eyes, a slim nose, and a defined jawline. Trinity's body is slim and athletic, her hands are small with slim, dainty fingers. She has long, lean legs. She has a cruel looking scar on her left fore arm. She genrally wears green or blue tunics, brown leggins, brown boots, and a delicate looking necklace given to her by her mother.
Personality: Trinity is usually a friendly, caring, and cheerful perosn. However, when the occasion or situation calls, she can be serious, deadly, and fierce. Trinity is always extremely loyal to friends and the Varden, and she is very trustworthy.
RP example: Trinity's breath came in gasps as she sat on her bed, sweat making her clothes stick to her body. The dream had been horid. A battle, a very immense battle marked with blood and screams. She shuddered as parts of the dream drifted through her mind. A dragon hovered above the battle with a dark figure upon it's back shrouded in shadow. The dragon opened its maw, and a stream of fire blazed over the soldiers. Their bodies went up in flames, their screams were filled with agony. She shook her head violently, trying to forget, but she couldn't. A terrible stench filled the air. It was of burning human flesh, blood, and sweat. She began to shudder as the worst part of the dream filled her head. She lay on the battlefield, blood dripping from numerous wounds on her body. Another woman stood above her, a cruel smile encompasing her face. The woman spoke. "It is time for you to die, rider, die just as your dragon has." Trinity's head moved to the side, where her eyes fell upon a dragon crumpled on the ground, it's neck slashed. When her eyes turned back to the evil woman, she saw a sword rushing toward her own neck. Jumping out of bed, Trinity pulled on a cloak and began to pace, trying to forget the awful dream. Rider fields:-
Re: Hello's goodbye's and see ya later's! « Result #8 on Oct 22, 2006, 11:04pm »
Hey I'm new here well today actually. Hi my user name is Awyn and i like to do lots of stuff.... haven't RPed in my life but I'm willing to try or die trying (just kidding) well reply if needed
Hey im new here and i have just finished my awesome character i was wondering if you could take a look at it. If this doesn't get to you in good time oh well im still trying to figure this site out. so questions or comments tell me. Oh and tell me if the character is accepted.......... Thank you, Awyn
Appearance:Awyn has slanted, golden, hawk-like eyes that seem to predict your impending doom. Hip length, slightly curled auburn colored hair like melted copper some say. Long, sharp, black nails. tan complexion w/ reddish tinge. Her angular features, muscular legs, and high cheek bones, and pinched nose are very prominent. Her usual attire is tight black leather Breeches, knee-high soft tan boots, blood red and black tunic, leather belt w/ sheaths, and a heavy, black Cloak She has a bag of potions and poisons slung across front. Her Quiver full of poison dipped arrows always come in handy. She always wears her tan Gauntlets and black ribbon/headband in hair. she also wears a black, jade amulet that holds the Gethsemane, or Shadow, the Assassin's God, it grants her the power to travel through and manipulate shadows.
Personality:Grim and sarcastic. She likes to kicks everyone when they are down. She hates people. She always thinks of victory never of failure. She believes that failure is a sign of weakness. She is a loner by trade. ISN'T A PEOPLE PERSON, Double-crosser, brutal combatant, and doesn't trust any one
RP example: the empty wasteland that was laid before Awyn was like distant murmur of sweltering anger. It was hot. She stood before the the Hadarac Desert, the one place where She had hoped she had not have to return to. Awyn had a job to do and she had to remember that was why she was here, the last place where she wanted to be. She still remembered that meeting she had with that mysterious man who had commissioned her to kidnap and behead the chieftain Heraro in front of his people's very eyes. The man was called only by Beor and that was all to be said. He put the bag of about 2000 crowns on the inn table and "pfft" just disappeared. There was no trace of him. he had disappeared. WHACK! what was that, she asked herself, but it was too late. Darkness was quickly surrounding her eyes. all she heard was the malicious chuckle that soon turned into a high-pitched, roaring, sinister laugh. "I've got you missie. Oh the master will be happy about this, yes he will," then all went dark and she was turned from the Hunter to the Hunted, but she preferred it the other way around and she hoped that it would eventually turn for the best.
"My soul lies in the hollow of the Shadow, It nourishes me, It guides me, and It feeds me the soul of others. Leaving the only imprint..... their blood-curdling shrieks begging for mercy in the gloom. I follow It so It may lead me to whatever victory may lie ahead," the Assassin's Code.