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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:00 pm
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Heaven? Hell? What does it mean
Peace
At last, peace.
Dragons, Humans, all races celebrate, as the Puppeteer lies dead, slain at the hands of Reaper, their so called 'God'.
Of course, he's just a human, granted, cursed, call it what you will, but he was given a second chance at live, though a mighty being, a 'Humundo'. Zalmair.
Zalmair granted him Immortality, and Eternal youth, along with near unmatched magical power. In exchange for Reaper's life.
Many revere him, many despise him.
ALL FEAR HIM
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:06 pm
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God's plan is not for us to see, only follow
RULES
1. No Godmodding
2. Swearing is allowed, just, don't over do it.
3. Violence is allowed, again, don't over do it.
3. Romance allowed. No taking into into the bedrooms though folks.
4. Do not kill another character without permission. Random guys made by me are fine, but ASK first, I might have a plan.
5. All characters must have a background/job, and live within their means.
So, no multi million credit ship for some guy that works in the local family run shop ._____.
6. No stealing the Dragon's bananas. Seriously, you don't WANT to know what happens if you do.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:25 pm
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Everyone has a destiny... what's yours?
Character Skeletons
Note: All races will be explained
Name:
Age;
Race: (Human, Dragon, Neo-human, Asanti, Vecsor)
Allegiance (Union Protection Treaty; Union, Terran Alliance; Humans, Dragon Guardian Force; Dragons, Asanti Royal Guard; Asanti, Vecsor Grand Military; Vecsor, The Remnants; The Puppeteer's forces, Shadow Corp Military Division; Shadow Corp, who are mostly neutral or Civilian of any race. Note that you can be any race aligned with any other race, but they mostly only take their own, except the Union, Remnants, Civilians and Shadow Corp.)
Homeworld: (Earth; Humans, Draconias; Dragons, Zenta; Asanti, Felcurial; Vecsor, Alavantons; Union so any race can be born here. Anyone can be born anywhere, but, like I said, you're more likely to be found on your Capital planet)
Skills; (Magic, medical, ect)
Description;
History: (How they got there, what drives them ect)
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:56 pm
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We are those, who live as a beacon to others!
Races:
Humans: Weak, magically and physically, except for Reaper and Toku, strong technologically, no other race can match them.
Neo-Humans: Humans who have mutated through exposure to mana. As strong as Dragons, but considered outcasts by everyone except the Shadow Corp, and seen as expendable soldiers by the Remnants
Dragons: By far, the strongest race, magically and physically. All of them have wings, some have fangs.
Asanti; The smartest race, they are the 'tech guys' of the universe. Any computer, they can hack. Weak in physical strength, but moderate in magic
Vescor: The brutes, if it moves, they smash it, if it doesn't move, they smash it.
Hell, even if it isn't there they smash it. Very little magical ability, and not too much in the head either.
NOTE ABOUT HUMANS/NEO-HUMANS: You MUST HAVE EARTH as your homeworld, since its' only been a year and bit since encounter with the aliens, there are NO HUMAN/ALIEN HALF-BREEDS, and as such NO HUMANS BORN ON OTHER WORLDS.
Magic: All magic is done by way of 'Seals', they allow a person to control and manipulate the mana flowing inside them.
1 Point Seal: Basic spells, enough to light a room, repair a small crack in something, and the like.
2 Point Seal: Can use spells like Night Eye (Night vision), Minor Heal, Minor Repair (different to the Repair crack spell))
3 - 5 are the same, just stronger.
6 Point Seal: Basic Elemental attacks, Shadow bolt, Flame Shot, Solar blast, Ice Shard, Water impact, ect
7 Point Seal: Advanced Elemental, Shadow Flurry, Flamethrower, Solar barrage, Ice Storm, ect
8 Point Seal: Mater Element, Grand Healing/Repair spells
9 - 11 Point Seal: Mostly Defense/Support Spells, Grand shield, Earth Wall, Angels Touch
12 Point Seal: The Ultimate Spells, Lunar/Shadow Flare, Solar Flare, Volcano Flare, Glacier Flare, Tsunami Flare, Quake Flare, all of the Flares, plus spells than can almost revive someone from near death.
13 Point Seal: Forbidden Spells.
PM me with a spell you'd like, name and description, I'll figure out a seal and tell you if you can have it or not.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:02 pm
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Stand with me brothers, for tonight, we fight against the devil himself!
PROFILES
PM me with your profile
Name:Jack Spirit: AKA Reaper
Age: 19
Race: Human, deceased
Allegiance: Shadow Corp (CEO, Founder)
Homeworld: Earth
Skills; Magic; 1 Point Seal - 12 Point Seal, including Forbidden 13 Point Seals
Weapons; Mastery of Close range, excellent at range
Hand to hand; Can kill an armoured foe in one strike
Description; Jack stands at 6 foot 4 inches, tall for a human, average for a Dragon, long black hair, normally tied back in a pony tail.
While as Reaper, wears a black cloak, along with leather like armour. Wields a scythe for a weapon.
History: Right after his 18 birthday, Reaper was struck by a lorry, along with Toku. They both should be dead. But they survived. Apart from the fact they're both dead, not much is know of the two 'Guardians of Earth', but it is know that they risk everything for what they believe in, in Reaper case... he'd fight to the death for Louise, the woman he loves.
Name: Richard Spirit: AKA Toku
Age: 19
Race: Human, deceased
Allegiance: Shadow Corp (Ground Commander, Founder)
Homeworld: Earth
Skills; Magic; 1 Point Seal - 12 Point Seal, including Forbidden 13 Point Seals, Ancient Skills 'Spirit Threads'
Weapons; Mastery of his great blade
Hand to hand; Can break nearly anything with his hands
Description; Richard stands at the same height as Jack, 6 foot 4 inches, with short, blonde hair and blue eyes. He doesn't exactly look muscular, but is stronger than anyone else in the Shadow Corp
History: Richard should be dead, just like Jack, but he's not.
The soul of an Ancient, named Toku, entered his body, and while unable to keep his body alive, he did keep Richard alive, though the use of Spirit Thread. Richard can repair any damage done to his body, and also drain the mana out of anything with the Thread.
He and Jack are not related, the second name 'Spirit' is simply a cover.
Name: Louise Spirit; AKA White Rose
Age: 18
Race: Human
Allegiance: Shadow Corp (Grand Tactical Officer, Founder)
Homeworld: Earth
Skills; Magic; Basic, at best.
Weapons; Handy with a pistol, but no threat to someone with a basic grasp on magic
Hand to hand; Not much skill in one on one combat, but does know the best way to kill someone with just her hands.
Description; Louise stands much shorted than Jack and Richard, at 5 foot 7 inches. She has long blonde hair, her eyes change from blue all the way to gold, and she has a disarming smile.
Of course, this makes people underestimate her. Not only is the person in charge of overseeing ground and space battles, making sure things are going exactly as planned and passing on intel, she not's too bad at combat.
Of course, she's no match for a full powered Dragon, but most of the Puppeteer's lackeys can't take a headshot.
History: Louise was always a very happy girl, although her life was never easy. Her family made things difficult, expert her brother.
After helping Jack fight the Puppeteer for close on a year, and almost losing him, she realized, that he wasn't just her best friend... he was also the man she loved.
Name: Delia Rocca
Age: 18
Race: Neo-Human
Allegiance: Shadow Corp (well, she wants to be)
Homeworld: Earth
Skills: Delia never managed a spell, when she was human, and as a neo-human, she still can't. Instead of being able to perform conventional magic, Delia is able to see the mana of others with her mutated eye. She's tried to learn to be able to influence it as well, but so far her attempts haven't yielded anything all that useful.
Description: As a neo-human Delia has what one could say, only one good side. Looking at her profile from the left, you wouldn't notice a difference. Her nose may be a bit crooked, but nothing spectacular. From the right though, is another story. Black, scaly skin covers that side of her face from the hairline to the jaw. The transitions from skin to scale isn't perfectly in the middle of her face, the scales create a half moon shape along the edge of her face. Her right eye is black as well, completely. Her hair is a brownish red that she usually keeps tied back in a ponytail with a few braids interspersed in it. She is about 5'7".
History: After living an average life on Earth, in an average home, an average city, with an average family, the mutation Delia suffered turned everything upside down. She learned to accept it, she was able to hide it for a while, but when her family found out they fell prey to the common abhoration of neo-humans. She was forced out her her comfortable life, and forced to learn how to live a life that was anything but.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:57 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:59 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:00 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:03 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:11 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:14 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:16 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:17 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:37 pm
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With the cracking of blades, and shouts of the dying, the warriors raged on, far beyond anyone else fighting that day. These two had gone far beyond anything, perhaps even into 'Godhood'.
Strike after strike, spell after spell. the two continued to clash. Neither one willing to give up even one inch. After hours of fighting, both of their swords were caked with blood, cut and bruises covering one of them, the other showing no signs of damage.
"Damn you human! Just give up and die!" The Puppeteer shouted, his great blade impaled in the ground behind his opponent.
Reaper just stood, his hands held out in front of him. Both were blade-less, and the only way to the weapons, was through each other.
"THIS ENDS!" The Puppeteer roared, running forward, right hand held out behind him.
"DAMN RIGHT! Arakratos! Origato sia fist qe douta judgement!" Reaper shouted in Draconic, asking the Dragon God, and first even Dragon to reach Ascension, to grant him the power to win.
As the two closed on each other, Reaper's white jacket flowing out behind him, you could feel the power in the air. This was the final blow, whoever landed it would win, and decide the fate of billions and billions of people.
They swung forward, screaming at each other... Reaper caught the Puppeteer on the left of his face, while the Puppeteer landed a strike on Reaper's stomach.
"Ugh!" Jack shot bolt upright, breathing heavily. "Not... again..." He sighed, looking around his quarters on-board the Shadow Corp's first ever capital ship, the Excalibur. He sighed, standing up and moving to the computer, a small holographic screen and keyboard.
After scanning the report logs for a while, he felt arms wrapping around his next, gentle fingers running across his stomach. "Heh... did I wake you Louise?" Jack smirked, glancing behind him to see the face of his love, the reason he's still alive... those beautiful gold eyes, her gentle smile. She was perfect.
"Yeah, you did... I was all comfy and then you got up..." She frowned, rubbing her head closer to Jack's neck. "So, what're you checking?"
"Remnant movements... they've attacked 3 Shadow Corp outposts, 2 Dragon occupied worlds, and tried to sabotage the Jupiter shipyards." He sighed. The Remnant's as they were now know, are what's left of the Puppeteer's forces, including his daughter, and his second in command.
"The Jupiter shipyards? As in the Shadow Corp space station?" Louise looked a little shocked.
"Yeah... they damaged the Guardian when it was in for a refit." He sighed, the Guardian was the second Shadow Corp capital, under the command of Richard. "It'll need to be there for the next week."
"Hmm, so what's the plan now?"
"We continue back to Draconias, and get a galaxy-wide situation update..." He groaned.
Louise giggled. "So, we get to see Drake again?"
"Yeah...."
Reaper smiled. It had been too long since he'd had his feet on solid ground, it was going to be good to get down on the ground.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:08 pm
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The erratic drumbeat wouldn't cease sounding in Delia's ears. She winced at each beat, duhdum duhdum dudum. Her hands clutched the controls of the ship, it was a wonder they weren't shattering under the force. The cramped area felt like it was closing in on her, she felt like if she kept breathing the way she was all of the oxygen would run out of the small space. She was sure that they would find her someday, suffocated and frozen to death in space.
Of course, that was unreasonable. Space was far too big for anyone to ever find her.
Delia had been in simulations as a child, everyone had. Though, she now realized that experience compared to this was like comparing her and human. They were different. There was no way to see directly outside of the one-man ship, screens gave her all around views. She couldn't see any stars whizzing by, nor could she feel her fathers lap beneath her as she jerked the controls around.
Delia had watched for months, secretly of course, perfecting her knowledge of flying. Though her knowledge only accounted for the formality of controlling the ship, not directing it to any place in particular. Nor escaping pursuers.
She glanced at the screen that showed a view behind her and was startled. They were gone. There were no two ships chasing her, only empty, fathomless space. The drumbeat in her ears slowed and quieted, maybe they didn't want their ship back so badly then. Delia peeled her eyes away from the screen and looked back at the one that showed what was ahead of her.
There, she saw a behemoth of a ship that she was flying right to. That's why they turned around.
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