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HOSTED BY: S&H's Roleplaying Guild
My Characters
Username: Sara-ane
Name: Serian Willow
age: 17
looks: 
affiliation: Passenger
pets: None
Weapons: Weak empathy powers, energy garrison it is an energy based weapon that can double as a shield and has several settings, stun, maim, and kill. She usually has is set on stun.
personality: Kind and caring if a little spoiled. She's gotten a little insecure since the crash.
bio: She is the daughter of one of the royal families of her solar system. Earthians, (as she calls them) would call her father a duke. She grew up in the lap of luxury but, as is the sacrifice of many women from the royal family, she was being sent on the ship to wed someone she had never met except through subspace transmissions and certainly did not love.
Her body guards died protecting her in the crash. She took one of their weapons but is still very much a novice in it's use.
other: Her empathy is a rare but valued gift on her planet and she has been trained how to use it. When she was twelve, her father brought her with him on a diplomatic mission and she was able to foil an assasination plot due to her powers.
Username: Sara-ane
Name: Darkkath (Dark for short)
age: Unknown
looks: 
affiliation: Shadow
pets: Shadow Wyvern: Big enough for him to mount and take to the skys or gallop along the earth and small enough to be mistaken for a bird when up in the air and to fit into buildings. The beast is very fearsome looking and both it's teeth and claws are deadly. Its blood makes a very potent poison that Dark uses...
Weapons: Darkkath specializes in poisions. Every weapon he owns has been dipped in the lethal essence of his Shadow Wyvern. His favorite is his Katana forged from the very rare mineral, black steel. He is very likely to turn sniper with his poisoned darts though and be out of the area before the victim even knows they were hit...
personality: Cold, cruel, vain, arrogant, If there is a seed of good in this guy it's burried down deep!
bio: He is the son of the Chieftan of the Shadow clan. His father has put him in charge of a small group of men and he has a secret mission only he knows. He fights like he has something to prove and he does... his worthiness to follow behind his father and take up the mantle of leader.
other: His grunts names are Tau, Rashath, Hedan, Uso, and Pin.
I thought we could use a nice villan XD
Story:
A transport craft is carrying a crew of 40 passengers to their destination until an asteroid crashes into the side of the ship causing the vessel to crash land onto a nearby planet.
The remaining crew find that this planet isn't listed on any known star maps and now they need to find a way off this uncharted land.
Little do they know this planet is at war.
Seven clans dwell on this planet, Fire, Sky, Water, Earth, Desert, Mountain, and Ice.
These clans had once dwelt in peace until the sacred orbs that symbolized their unity had been stolen.
Now all the clans are in conflict, blaming each other for the thievery.
Soon the crew run into these clans one at a time and are sucked in to help them find who stole the orbs before the war begins.
Some Posts:
Pain...
Etherin's head was throbbing as he slowly opened his eyes....
Above him was a bright light...which he quickly shielded his face from with his hand. Gently, he turned his head, to get a better idea of his surroundings. White walls...this uncomfortable bed upon which he had been lying...a small bedside table...and two chairs, one in both corners at the other side of the room.
The room itself wasn't terribly large...
Etherin felt shock run up his legs as his calloused feet touched cold floors...where had he been taken? He closed his eyes and tried to remember just what had happened to him...
...An ambush...he and three of his finest men had been ambushed...
By who...?
Warriors of the water nation. They had bested him in combat?! HA! Not a chance at that...Etherin simply made one small little slip...one little mistake. No, water nation warriors couldn't have possibly beaten him in combat...that was blasphemy!
The sound of the door to what appeared to be his room caused him to turn his head towards the other side of the room and open his eyes...but only slightly.
"Oh good..." came a soft voice, "I was hoping you'd be awake..."
Despite his impaired vision, Etherin was sure he could take the man down. Oh...but he heard footsteps...multiple footsteps...not alone. Still...these were people of the water nation...he could kill them all even if he couldn't see them at all!
"...Who are you...and what do you want...?" Etherin asked, already knowing who they were and pretty sure of what they wanted.
"We are warriors of Incarguna," that same voice replied, "a city of the water nation. We are here because we wish to talk with you valiant warrior."
Etherin didn't really want to talk to them. After all, they were members of the water nation, and on top of that, trying to speak highly of him even though he knew they held a disgust for him and his people.
"...I don't care about your cities...and...what's this about talking?"
He opened his eyes a little more, face twisting into a scowl, "Why would I want to talk with you?"
"Well..." the speaker was the first one...green hair...blue skin, "if you want to get out of here and return to your home, we would suggest cooperating with us. We do not come here to act forcefully, but we will use that force if necessary."
"Spare me..." the warrior muttered, "as if your petty water nation weapons and training could stop me."
"You may use all of the vilifying comments you wish, sir, but we will not do so. We are here to talk with you in a civilized manner. Now, are you going to cooperate?"
"Civilized...HA! There is a war going on...there's no such thing as two soldiers of warring nations talking with each other in a 'civilized' manner."
"Are you going to cooperate?"
"Water nation maggots..."
"Very well then. Perhaps we shall return when you appear to be more cooperative. Good day to you sir."
Etherin stood, clenching his hands into fists, and watched as they filed out of the room. Before the last one made exit, he demanded something of them, "Do something your people are good at, and turn down this light!"
No response. The door closed, and Etherin was left with a bright light, and a headache.
Riley stared out the vessels side windows nearest his seat, his mind going through a thousand thoughts at once.
His thoughts though so many were focused on one thing.
His brother.
He had been called to Crystilla, a nearby city planet, to come and bail his brother from prison once again for some petty crimes dealing with his smuggling occupation.
This had angered Riley for he had warned his brother about going into the whole stupid business, but alas his brother was to hard headed for his own good.
It wasn’t really his brothers fault as much as it was his, he had been entrusted to raise him after his parents died and obviously this was a result of his failing his brother.
Hitting the armrest of his chair in frustration, he gave a gold glance at someone who was staring at him funny which made them look away quickly.
‘One of my few gifts.’He mused to himself, half smirk half sadly.
Dalkon could feel his pulse quicken as the words hit his ears...
Eyes widening he pulled his staff from his back, "WHO ARE THEY?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! WE'VE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE!"
Etherin held a large grin on his face when Dalkon turned to speak to him, "I need you to come with us!"
The warrior stood, grin remaining, "So it begins again..."
Turning back Dalkon hurried for the door and rushed out into the hall. This hallway was enormous, with a rounded ceiling. There was a large window between every four cells, and the walls were colored a very dark navy blue with black and greenish tones.
Alarms were sounding, and bright blue lights flashed wildly. The cell doors were unlocked, and prisoners were escaping. Soldiers were rushing to different posts, trying to get a handle on the situation. The prime warden was nowhere to be seen.
"WHAT DO WE DO DALKON?!" came Lurisace's panicked voice.
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"Perhaps we should get out before they take over or destroy the place...?"
That was Etherin...his voice sounded quite amused.
"FLEE LIKE COWARDS?!" Lurisace shouted, turning to the fire nation warrior, "NEVER!"
"Sometimes it is better to flee to live to fight another day instead of charging uselessly to your inevitable doom...wouldn't you say?"
"TOUGH WORDS FOR SOMEBODY LIKE-..."
"LURISACE!....he may have a point..."
Now Dalkon's friend had turned to him, eyes wild, "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!"
"Etherin has a point Lurisace...he's right! We're getting out of here!"
"YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE YOUR BRETHREN?!"
"We will avenge their deaths another time, but if we don't get out we'll never have that oppurtunity! You can choose to follow us if you want Lurisace, but we're going!"
Dalkon said no more...he was soon off down the left direction of the hallway. Etherin gave Lurisace a small smile before heading off after Dalkon. Some of the prisoners were following them, trying to escape as they were.
Etherin had managed to catch him with Dalkon easily, and turned his head to talk to him as they went, "I want my weapons Dalkon, and my armor."
"We don't have time to stop for those things, Etherin!"
"My sword is my soul, Dalkon, and I need my soul!"
"Fine then, the weapons room is up here through the door on our left! Don't blame me if you get lost!"
As they drew closer to the exit, they were startled to find people walking through...
They wore glinting, mirror-like armor...jet black...with black cloaks. They carried black weapons...guns of some sort...
Dalkon stopped abruptly, but the most of the prisoners kept going. That's when the shooting began...and they started to fall...
Dalkon was hurrying towards a larger door at the far side of the room. There was a hall, shorter than the one on the lowest level. Several of the survivors were panicking, unaware of where to go. This water nation soldier certainly took charge though...from what Etherin noticed. Was it his desire to survive, or to help people? Was it his leadership? A combination of all of them...?
Either way, he came to respect Dalkon to a point. A few bodies littered this floor too, but there were also other soldiers up here, including the prime warden, who was busy giving commands and telling them to keep the door sealed.
"Something's wrong..." Dalkon said softly, "wait here...I'm going to talk to the prime warden."
So Etherin stood where he was. After a time, shouting erupted between Dalkon, a few soldiers, and the warden. Shortly after, Dalkon returned, "They've sealed it off to keep the invaders out...we have no way of escaping now..."
"We'll see about that..." Etherin mumbled as he started to take off towards the warden.
He turned to see the approaching Etherin and had started to rudely ask, "What do you want?" when the warrior threw his fist forward, knocking the warden to the ground. Two of the soldiers grabbed their weapons but Etherin glanced at them, "Do you want to escape, mongrols?"
After saying that he looked down at the warden, who was gathering his bearings, "Open the damn doors so we can get out of here. I'm having a damn good day and I don't need idiots like you screwing it up. Open the doors."
"You damned-!"
Etherin rammed his boot into the man's face, "OPEN THE DOORS, NOW!"
Surprisingly, the soldiers didn't interfere. Perhaps they really did want to escape...
Dalkon was behind him now, "Etherin stop!"
"OPEN THE DOORS!"
The warden coughed and nodded, raising his arm in surrender, "Alright, alright! Open the doors..."
Some of the soldiers were reluctant, but they eventually went into the control room and unlocked the doors, partly because of Etherin's scowl. This was not a man you wanted to disregard...
Etherin chuckled, obviously amused, "Well, I'm with a couple of water nation guys and some other prisoners like myself. Surely you know that people from the water nation are suckers for peace and won't do anything to hurt others intentionally unless necessary...?"
He waited for a response, a small grin on his face. Those of the air nation were quite panicky and about as soft as those of water often times. He also knew that she would probably get attacked if she tried to leave, and she appeared to be a simple innocent girl, hence why he couldn't allow himself to let her leave under the circumstances presented.
Serian Willow's eyes flew open. She gave a muffled cry when she realized that someone was on top of her... someone cold and stiff... someone dead.
Using all her megre strength she pushed and kicked at the body until it was moved enough for her to breathe properly and to look at the body on top of her. She screamed when she saw the carnage around her. Her body guards were dead!
"Oh Corian! Lucian!" She wept bitterly for them as she tried to remember what had happened.
The crew had seemed rather paniced about something, she remembered, she had heard a cry from outside and muffled screaming from inside the "coach" class. She had been given a private, if small room for the journey. She had just turned towards a window to try to see what was going on when Corian had shoved her out of the way and had laid on top of her. There had been a loud crash, more muffled screaming then... She tried to remember as she nursed a bump on her head. Maybe she got knocked out? Yes, perhaps that was it.
Either way, she was alone now and her dear body guards had paid the ultimate sacrifice to protect her... just as they had sworn.
"Really, I wish you hadn't bothered. I'm just really stuck going to meet that bore of a duke now." She sniffed. "And I won't even have you two around to entertain me."
She wiggled the rest of the way out from under her men as she remembered what jokesters those two had been. They had been delightful company for her journey and when they had been assigned to her back at her father's manor.
She peeked out the broken window and out into the strange and slightly intemidating new world she had crash landed in.
"Well... this isn't Mesmeria OR Trillion. Where in the thousand stars am I?"
She quickly decided that she would need a way of defending herself so she grabbed Corian's weapon and gathered all the useful looking things she could, including all the food and water she could stuff in a bag and carry.
After she had finished her preperations, she found something to cover up her dear bodyguards and quietly spoke the words of peace and release over them. Whiping the tears from her eyes, she gathered up her things and tried the door. It was blocked from the other side. Not to be deturred, she started throwing items through her cabin at the already broken glass.
It wasn't long before she had a nice, safe escape route and a short drop to the ground later, she was free.
 sara-ane · Wed Feb 28, 2007 @ 03:24am · 0 Comments |
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My character:
Name: Jamison Harrington
Nickname: Jamie or James
Age: 14
History: At first glance, Jamie is a typical street child, unwashed, course language and a little underfed. However, James is aware that the circumstances he lives in now were not the circumstances of his birth. He was born to Lady Veronica Harrington and was raised in the lap of luxury until shortly after he turned five. The families assets were seized and he and his mother were thrown to the streets.
James has no idea who his father is and although his mother did her best to give him an education befitting his former station, she was unsucessful. Jamie keeps the fact that he can read as a secret. He is a smart boy, a little on the quiet side and was living as a pick-pocket before the captain picked him up and employed him.
Personality: Jamie has a good heart. He has been hurt too many times in his life to be especially trusting but he does have a few close friends. His mother's death when he was twelve hit him hard. Jamie is a hard worker for the captian and this is his second voyage with the man. He loves the sea and being fed and clothed isn't bad either.
Training/Weapons: Jamie is agile and quick. He has picked up street fighting over the years and is a pretty good knife fighter. He thinks on his feet and knows how to get out of a situation when he needs to.
Other: The only thing unusual about James is his eyes, they are golden, with just the barest hint of green. He has no idea how he got such an unusal color of eyes and they have put him in both danger and protection over the years.
There is something special about his father, what that is, we will soon see.
Plot:
Life goes on as usual in Bristol. Ships sail in, ships sail out. The schooner Lady Willow is getting ready to sail for the new world. The Revolutionary War in the colonies has just ended and America is experiencing a change. Many Loyalist are fleeing home to England and many others are flocking to the new born country hoping to make a place for themselves.
The Lady Willow is bound for Boston, one of America's largest cities. Commoners, criminals, and noble gentry alike are bound for a new land. Most of them think the voyage itself will be quite easy. The days of lost seamen and low rations are a thing of the past. Little do they know the most dangerous time of their lives is approaching. A creature most think is fiction has snuck on board in the dead of night. Worse still, the creature is a rare and powerful day walker. Although weakened in sunlight they are able to function as normal humans. Let the hunt begin.
Samples: (each space is another scene...)
James hurridly and accurately went about his duties until the call for mess. He bolted down his food and pretending he was going to go rest for a while, snuck off the ship and into the market place.
Being an old hat at this kind of thing, he spotted a table that would have all the things he needed and a fruit table with some salted pork and peanuts off to the side. Perfect!
Taking out a boy's pea shooter, he aimed and shot a man that had been glaring at his companion.
"Oi! Why you hit me!"
"I didn't I..."
Taking careful aim, Jamie shot the other man in the stomach.
"You hit me!"
"I DID NOT!"
Fully knowing it would happen, James laid low until the men had distracted almost every eye around. For his final trick, he shot a large flat rock at a rope holding up one of the shades covering a booth. He had made sure the man's foot was close to the rope when he did so. Knowing that no attention would be on him at all, he crawled up to the first table snagging a shirt and a pair of breeches he hoped fit and two warm looking cloaks. He would consider it his bonus. Moving over to the fruit table, he jammed as many dried meat peanuts and apples into one of the cloaks as it would hold and ran back towards the ship. A woman had just poked her head out the window to throw her bucket of trash onto the street and was very surprised when a young boy grabbed the bucket from her and threw the trash to the ground as he ran. She was too stunned to even yell about the thief before he was far out of sight.
Sara looked through the stuff. The shoes did fit. She'd wait until evening to change. "James this is wonderful. And yes I can read. I always used to see papers and stuff laying around and I began to teach myself to read. I learned very fast on my own and soon was borrowing books from my master's library. Without him knowing of course. If he found out I could read I'd have been lashed with the horse whip into next month." Sara crigned remembering how many young girls had been punished. Thier screams of pain still haunted her dreams. She feared the lashing she'd get on the ship, but figured it could be no worse than the way her master had been treating her. And if it kept her on the boat it would be well worth the pain.
Todd strolled casually around the ship, breathing in the salty air. He ran his hand over the rigging, feeling the coarse rope beneath his fingers. He looked down over the side, into the waters and thought to himself. This was it. This was his chance to have an adventure. His chance to go somewhere, be someone. His chance to give pride to his family name... his chance to help his ma. He felt slightly sad at the thought of leaving his family, and wondered if they felt the same way...
Suddenly, he heard a yell like a wounded cat. It peirced the air and shattered Todd's daydream, but he smiled. He'd know that battle axe screech anywhere
"Mam!" he cried out, running onto the dock and waving at the plump old woman, her hair scraped back under her bonnet.
"Todd!" came the reply, from the mouths of the large family. They hugged, the girls cried, the boys grinned and all the time Todd's mam held him by the shoulder. She turned to him.
"Now i know that your pa would have been proud of you. Today, you settin' off over seas an' goin to th' new worl'... well that makes you more a man than he ever was, god rest 'is soul."
"Ma..." todd squirmed, embarrased but humble by his mother's words of love.
"No you lis'en 'ere young man. Now don' you go forgettin us. An' don't you go forgettin ter say yer prayers. God speed, Todd. I'll always love you."
Todd smiled and hugged his ma. He suddenly felt so young. He was thirteen. He still needed his family, but he wouldn't cry. He set off back on board, and waved goodbye to his family. Charlie, his elder brother, cried out
"an' don't come back you rotter!"
but their mother quickly slapped him on the head.
"oh i will charlie!" todd called back, grinning. "an' i'll give everyone lots of money, except for you. You'll have to work for me!"
and with that, the family was separated, and the future beckoned.
Impressively, James didn't move a muscle when the girl delivered her news. He just leaned a bit more over the rail and started tossing bits of paper that would look like bread to anyone on shore into the water below.
He knew that the long boats of outgoing ships would be a likely place for the man to look and that Sara would be caught if he didn't do something.
"What does he look like? I want you to go ahead and change as quietly and carefully as you can into the shirt and breeches I brought you."
He slipped her his hat. "Pile up your hair and make sure all of it is tucked in. You might want to tear some strips off your old dress and err... wrap them around your chest, tight."
He looked around and spotted a bucket of pitch.
"After you do that, I want you to smear every inch of skin with the stuff I'm gonna bring you. I know it's dirty and will be very hard to get off but it may be the only option you have."
James waited until no one was looking and her old 'master' had gone below decks in the ship next to them. Then he reached into the tarp and almost violently ripped the girl out of the long boat.
"Thought you could sneak onto this ship did you? Well you've got another thing coming."
He looked her over. She was adequately covered in pitch and from a few yards away, looked like a native african.
He leaned in as close as he dared and whispered, "Just trust me."
With that, he drug her down the crew gang plank and over to a crawl space within the pier. It was cramped and someone would have to help her back out lest she fall into the water but it was out of sight and only ole sea dogs tended to know about the place.
He helped her in and snapped the wooden cover down over her.
"Just stay quiet. I'll be back for you when it's safe. Dont' worry. I won't leave you here."
"Let's just say I know a lot of businessmen who would rather another ship take care of their cargo."
Senna raised an eyebrow at the man's words and shrugged casually.
"Well the Lady Willow has built a reputation for efficiency and accountability, one that I'm sure her passangers will consider before simple talk and rumor"
She didn't like the man and wanted him off the ship as soon as possible, yet Senna was inclined to give him what he wanted before getting rid of him. She gesutred toward James and continued.
"He's told you already that your property is not on this ship and I'm inclined to believe his story more than yours. Nevertheless, I'll give you limited access to search the deck and holdings-only the deck and holdings. I will escort you on this search and want you off this ship once you're done"
Senna really hoped she wouldn't be proved wrong.
Todd grinned.
"no problem. You didn't think i'd snitch on you, did you? I may not have money, but that doesn't mean i'm thick. I know we're gonna have to work together, and as long as you're happy that means i'll have one less person to worry about. "
He licked his lips, winked at James, and set off after the first mate. He caught up with them and called out.
The position of Cook, to a lateral thinker, is actually one of suprizing power. Without a cook, would the crew be fed? And without a good cook, would the crew be satisfied. Todd was both a good cook and a lateral thinker, so he used this knowledge to his advantage.
"Ma'am!" He called to the first mate, as respectfully as possible. "I was just wondering ma'am, what should the cast-off dinner be? If we were to have a meat dish, it would inspire the crew, but it would also mean that we would have to limit it for the rest of the voyage. What do you think ma'am?"
James hadn't been idle in the meantime. He had snuck off the ship and hurried over to where he had hidden the girl. As he ran, he debated where to put her where she wouldn't be found. Wait... the ship had a rather advanced venting system for it's day, in the kitchen there was a rather large pipe heading up from the oven. It was just large enough for the girl to fit in. Better yet, if she was able to crawl into the pipe and into the bend it made before it opened back up into the air, she would be completely out of sight and the only member of the crew that might follow her were not gonna snitch on her. It was perfect.
"Hey, Sara. I've got a place for you to hide. We need to be careful though. The man is still on the ship."
As this gets too long I'll shorten it...
sara-ane · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |
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