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For thousands of years, the land of Ellúndari was a peaceful land. The tribes of the six elements, Fire of Ignesià, Water of Oceania, Earth of Saxíns, Air of Tempés, Light of Aureas, and Darkness of Nox, got on mostly well. There would always be disputes between two or three tribes, but there was order. The order was came from whichever king was in power at Ellenári - the castle at the center of the land.

Ellenári was magnificent. It was three times as big as any human castle, and twice as magnificent. The leaders from each of the six tribes communed her and met with their king, The Lord of Order.

Drake, the last king of Ellúndari was a peaceful ruler. He took into consideration each of the six elements' concerns, and made perfect decisions to please all of them. When it came time for his wife, Ellena, a beautiful warrior from Aureas, to give birth, she gave birth to twin boys. The first time any Lord of Order has had two children in recorded history.

The first twin, Drakath, was the one Drake favored the most, as he would grow up to be the next Lord of Order. Darika, the second twin, was favored by Ellena, who saw that both of the twins were great young men.

Drakath was always fun, and happy, and was noble of heart. Darika was a downer, and rarely was made happy. He believed that if he couldn't have what he wanted, no one should.

When their father died at their age of 17, they didn't know what to do. Drakath was crowned the Lord of Order, and celebrations were held all over Ellúdari. Thousands came to celebrate his coronation, but he only truly wanted to see his brother.

Darika had gone to the Outlands, beyond any of the six realms, in his rage over not becoming the Lord of Order. He spent years learning the art of the dark magic, and quickly lost himself to the Chaos of the Outlands. With complete control over Chaos itself, he named him the Chaos Lord.

Many years after, when Drakath had almost forgotten about his twin, he heard news that chaos was spreading across the land. The Ellúdarians blamed Drakath for this, said that he was not worthy of being the Lord of Order. Little did they know.

When Drakath finally found Darika, he had turned a cave into his underground layer. Drakath confronted his twin, and they had an amazing duel. Darika lost, Drakath locked him away in that awful cave, the seal only to be opened by legendary warriors of each of the elements.

These warriors, The Chosen Ones, would come thousands of years from now. They would be the guardians of the seal, it only being opened if they each activate the seal together.

But Darika placed a curse on the prophecy of the Chosen Ones. He changed it so The Chosen Ones would be told that the seal keeping him locked away is weakening, and they would need to to close it together. They would fight through countless enemies, and would be faced with three trials before they could "strengthen the seal." Drakath did not know this, and disappeared from this realm, thinking it would be in the hands of The Chosen Ones.



Fast forward about five hundred years, and the events that the Prophecy foretold have begun to happen. The Prophecy:

When fire rains on the desert sands;
And a raging storm tears across the lands;
Six warriors from Ellúndari
Must arrive at Ellenári.

When an endless winter braves the clouds;
And night has settled across the crowds;
Six warriors from Ellúdari
Must arrive at Ellenári.

When thundering rains have awoken the dead;
And kept children from their bed;
Six warriors from Ellúndari
Must arrive at Ellenári.



The tribes have become furious. Clouds of ash and fire have begun to cover the land of Saxíns; a unrelentling winter has settled across the skies of Aureas; and storms of rain and blood have been relentless over the land of Nox.

The Saxans blamed the Ingesians for causing their volcanoes to erupt towards Saxíns; The Ignesiàns are furious that they were accused of such crimes. The Aureans, normally peaceful, are angry at their age-old rival, the Noctans, for causing a never-ending winter. The Noctans are accusing the Oceanians of causing this bloodied rain to terrorize their land; the Oceanians say they would not abuse their powers to stoop so low. All of the five tribes are blaming the Tempans for the terrible twisters and storms that are raging across all of Ellúndari. The nomads are furious about this accusation, and have begun to throw threats to the others.

The high council of Ellenári knew these events would pass, and had been waiting for the signs that The Chosen Ones had arrived. After waiting ten long, plagued years, the finally found The Chosen Ones. They sent each of them a letter telling them to come to Ellenári, as the fate of Ellúndari depended on it.

Element Explanation:

From the land of Ignesiá live the Fire Elementals. They prefer to be called Ignesiàns. Ignesià is mostly volcanic rock, volcanos and lava. Lots and lots of lava. Most Ignesiàn villages are groups of rock huts surrounding either volcanos, or huge spots of lava. Most Ignesiàns have bad tempers, and are all big and tough, but most of them have a soft side.

Their powers vary, depending on the Elemental, but for the most part, here are their powers:
Fire Manipulation
Fire Resistance
Lava Manipulation
Lava Resistance
Heat Resistance

From the land of Oceania live the Water Elementals. They prefer to be called Oceanians. Oceania is a huge ocean, with many underwater cities, and island cities on the few islands that float on the surface of the ocean. Most Oceanians are always calm, and are always going with the flow, never really getting mad or angry. But when they do, you better hope that it's not you their mad at.

Their powers vary, depending on the Elemental, but for the most part, here are their powers:
Water Manipulation
Ability to breath under water almost indefinitely
Blood manipulation
Ability to walk on water

From the land of Saxíns, live the Earth Elementals. They prefer to be called Saxans. Saxíns has many things to it. There are huge deserts, where there are very little amounts of villages; there are huge mountains, with villages living on the mountains; then there are the caves, with huge underground cities. Saxans are the strong, silent stereotype people. Unless they get really mad, or someone they care for is in trouble.

Their powers vary, depending on the Elemental, but for the most part, here are their powers:
Earth Manupulation
Ability to cause earthquakes
Almost indestructible skin
Metal Manipulation (pulling metals from the ground, etc.)
Increased strength

From the land of Tempés live the Air Elementals. They prefer to be called Tempans. Tempés is mostly a large field, with tornados always swirling around. There aren't many actually villages, because the Tempans are nomads, choosing to go where the wind takes them. Tempans themselves are always calm, but can have brief moments of pure fury that last only a couple of minutes.

Their powers vary, depending on the Elemental, but for the most part, here are their powers:
Wind Manipulation
Flight
Electricity Manipulation
Ability to become a living whirlwind
Electricity Immunity

From the land of Aureas, live the Light Elementals. They prefer to be called Aureans. Aureas is a land of almost eternal day, with only three hours of night. Aureas itself is high up in the sky, with cities living on clouds, which have been enchanted to never dissipate. The cities on these clouds are magnificent, made of pure gold and silver, shining brighter than the sun. Almost all Aureans have wings, with the ones that don't still able to fly. Aureans are peaceful people, almost never letting their anger get to them.

Their powers vary depending on the Elemental, but for the most part, here are their powers:
Light Manipulation
Ability of Flight
Control over Plant-life
Minor Energy Manipulation (absorbing the sun's energy, shooting it out as lasers)

From the land of Nox, live the Darkness Elementals. They prefer to be called Noctans. Nox is a land in an almost eternal night, with about three hours of light. Nox itself is like those horror movie places, where it looks all normal, almost nothing wrong with it, but it's very gloomy. There is almost no color. Most villages are simple huts, either in the dark woods that all over Nox, or in large castles made out of a very black material. Noxans are the silent kind of warriors, almost like ninjas. They don't get too attached with their emotions, and the chances of that actually happening are slim.

Their powers vary depending on the Elemental, but for the most part, here are their powers:
Shadow Manipulation
Ice Manipulation
Ice Resistance
Control over someone's fears (it's limited to what they can do with this)
Shadow Teleportation

Put Ellúndari at the top of your character of you've read this far.



How to Pronounce:
Ignesiá (Ig-knee-jee-uh)
Oceania (Oh-shee-nuh)
Saxíns (Sax-eens)
Tempés (Tem-payz)
Aureas (Or-ee-uz)
Nox (Nocks)



Rules:
No God-modding
No Mary Sues
If someone has posted in at least a page, wait for them
Keep Romance PG-13
No one line posts (at least 5-6 sentences-just say so if you haven't been given enough to work with)
No killing off other people's characters without permission
Do no use other people's characters without permission
If you're putting gore, spoil it please

Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Species:
Element:
Personality:
Appearance:
Backstory:
Abilities: (besides the basic powers[also includes weapons])
Other: (not necessary)



My First Character:

Name: Kyren
Age: 23
Species: Human
Element: Air

Personality: Kyren is a strange creature, when compared to that of his kind. When an Ellúndarian hears the word Tempan, they think of calm, peaceful nomads. Of soft breezes, gentle caresses from the wind touching their cheeks. Peaceful traders come to sell their goods and tell their amazing folk tales. If those are the Tempans, then Kyren is like the raging storm that tears through the land, shredding the farms to pieces, crushing great stone towers to bits with its frightening winds.
Karen thinks very highly of himself; he has been found once at a mirror, admiring his face for almost an hour before that whom has told the story intervened. Who knows how long that would've lasted. He believes that, as long as he doesn't let the doubts of his amazing abilities start to take hold in his mind; if he just keeps on thinking of how amazing he is, then he really will be. For, he is afraid of what might happen if he doubts himself, if he isn't confident enough to believe in himself.
If someone is brave enough to venture to the table that Kyren is residing at in a bar, they would not be welcomed with a warm hug and a friendly smile. Most likely, a nasty frown and a cold stare frostier than the coldest beer would be their welcoming. If that fellow sat with Kyren, they'd either be very brave, or a terrible fool. But, if the said fellow managed to crack enough jokes, or give a good enough story, they'd have made straw into gold-the straw being Kyren's likelihood of enjoying their company.
In the presence of those he cares for, and those he has made acquaintances with, and tried to compare him to his normal self. you'd have better like finding similarities between a bear and a striped salmon. Kyren is a warm fellow at this point, full of plenty of mirth. He cares deeply for those he has let enter his life, and is a mother bear to her cubs.

Appearance: If you have ever seen a figure that fits into the category of tall and striking; Kyren fits perfectly in that group. Standing at roughly 6 feet, 2 inches, his quite tall for both his age and his kind. Atop of his head lies a terrible mess of hair colored dirty blond, with one lonely little streak of natural red streaming down to the nape of his neck. On the top of his head, there are the remains of a time when he had dyed his hair black, which were never quite properly washed out.
His eyes are like a pair sparkling jewels, filled with all sorts of amazing colors. Stunning greens, burning oranges, sparkling golds, all swirled up in an enormous sea of brown. This amazing piece of art for an iris has been said to have woman lost in his eyes, never to return from their journey through them. Or at least, Kyren claims so.
His skin tone is that of someone who has traveled throughout the open lands for their entire lives, with only a few years spent away from the sun. Though, while he is quite tan, he is not as tan as say, a surfer, for the almost constant clouds howling winds have blocked him from the sun for whole years at a time. Sadly, his skin is blemished with scars and bruises from training sessions long ago that never fully healed. And, painstakingly drawn onto his back, is the markings of an eagle, wings spread wide, so life-like and detailed, it looked as if it is breathing, just waiting to be free to soar the skies.
He chooses to wear a pair of tight-fitting, worn out pants with so many holes that have been patched up you just have sto stop and wonder how long he has worn it. And he's washed it. He dons a simple white tunic, with absolutely no limitations to his movements. Over his clothes, he wears a thin suit of armor finely made by a master blacksmith from Ignesiá, forged to make movements as easy as possible. Enchanted by a dark sorcerer from Tempés, so that it can stop most attacks from harming him inside the suit, and from jarring him around in it, it is one of the finest out there.
Strapped to his back at all times, unless necessary, is a golden shield with an amazing eagle, similar to his tattoo, emblazoned in the center of it. A spell was casted by a very powerful Aurean on the shield that makes it almost indestructible. At his side is a finely crafted long sword, forged in a forge from Nox that has given the sword the scary ability to seek out the weakness of any enemy, and quickly strike it. As long as the user is skilled enough, it can defeat even the strongest of enemies. Hidden all over his body are all sorts of knives. Mostly throwing knives, though.

Backstory: Kyren was the first of a kind in the recorded history of Ellúndari. His mother was a Tempan, while his father was an Ignesiàn (he gets his temper from his father). His father left Tempés in shame when Kyren was born, leaving his mother to fend for Kyren and herself. When he turned the age of 12, his mother was killed by a rogue Noctan, who was hoping to take her little money so he could escape his crimes at Nox. Nyzra, as Kyren would learn was his name, did not realize she had a child. When Kyren came and saw his mother dead, he quickly went to accuse Nyzra. After a close call with Kyren, Nyzra took in Kyren as his own son, training him to be an amazing warrior. When Kyren found out it was Nyzra who killed his mother, he quickly fled, never to see him again.

Abilities: Besides for the normal powers of Tempan, he was trained in the ways of the power of the Darkness. He can cloak himself completely in shadow, and can make himself unheard.
Other: N/A

THIS IS A WIP: I'm currently redesigning my characters.

(Assuming only one person per Chosen elemental, in which case hold water for me)

I'll probably add an Aurean soon- I've fallen in love with their world. It reminds me of Skyworld. :3

Name: Shada
Age: Appears to be about 21
Species: angel
Element: Darkness
Personality: Shada is quiet and very observant. She finds social situations awkward sometimes, and prefers to find out about people react before she talks. Once she makes friends, though, she is completely loyal to them. Shada is also intelligent and admires how the elements can coexist. Finally, though she is not brawny, she is quick.
Appearance: Shada has jet-black hair that is shiny and long, going down to her waist. Her eyes are a wise amber, and Shada is on the short side. She wears numerous silver laurels- some in her hair, and two around her wrists- as well as black fingerless gloves. Shada has a black hoodie atop a black t-shirt that has holes for her wings, which are midnight black with an iridescent blue hue. Her pants are navy blue.
Backstory: Shada came from a line of dark angel messengers, destined to deliver bad news. This gave her family a disliked reputation, but hey, someone's gotta do it. Despite this, Shada fell to be the next in line to continue the tradition. She began by taking her studies seriously and and as she started her duty, began to travel the rest of Ellúndari, like dark angel messengers were supposed to. She fell in love with the sounds and sights and dedicated her life to not only bringing messages but also to write and draw about the beauty of the land and the people.
Abilities: Shada has complete control over any darkness abilities, including shadow manipulation of many kinds. She carries a scythe-like staff that has an obsidian blade, speckled with blue bloodstain-like marks where the blade meets the handle. The weapon allows her to cast ice magic, something she can't use on her own.
Other:

Name: 日王 (Sunny)
Age: 18
Species: human
Element: Fire
Personality: Sunny is light-hearted, cheerful and mischievous. He is quick to get fired up and excited about something, and often doesn't realize his limits. He's not quite hot headed or ambitions, but he is is very positive and excitable nonetheless. However, he isn't very patient.
Appearance: Sunny is Chinese, with tanned skin, dark eyes and spiky short black hair. A band of cloth goes around his forehead and ties in the back. He usually wears a red tank top and black shorts matched with black sandals. A forked tattoo wraps around one of his eyes. Finally, he decorates himself with metal- Sunny wears spiked cuffs on his wrists and ankles. A spiral of metal wraps around his right arm.
Backstory: Sunny was an apprentice blacksmith in Ignesiá. He could never do anything practical quite right- impatience doesn't make a good blacksmith. It seems that his skills for metal art far exceeded his skills for weapon and armor making. As a punishment, his master sent him out on a solo mission to gather resources and bring them back, something he has yet to accomplish and return to.
Abilities: He is very skilled with fire and lava, and though burns don't hurt him much, he is apparently flammable. He has practiced with many metal weapons and can use them, but is yet to find one he likes best.
Other: The pinyin for his Chinese name is Rì Wáng, pronounced ir wong. You can call him Ri instead of Sunny if you'd like. It means "Sun King."

Name: Phaseri
Age: 18
Species: harpy
Element: Light
Personality: Phaseri may be a little insane. On the surface, she is energetic and friendly. She also tends to ramble on about nothing of extreme importance. However, it isn't clear what exactly causes her to tic, but when she does, she snaps and gets extremely still, except for a mad gleam in her eyes. Her word patterns get odd, and sometimes she goes on an all-out frenzy.
Appearance: Phaseri is covered in fuzzy white plumage. Her legs are long and sharpen into talons. Her arms are her wings and sport little claws on the end. These wings gradient into maroon on the tips. Her tail feathers do the same. The feathers thin out around her face, but her ears are long and tufty. Phaseri's hair is long and dull red, appearing spiked in the front. Her eyes are yellow, but get red on the edges when agitated.
Phaseri has a mild obsession with gemstones. There are diamond-shaped ones on her forehead, chest and all around her waist. She wears a yellow top with straps. The bottom half is dyed leather that protects her sides, and shorts are underneath these. Phaseri also wears a bit of armor, protecting her head and legs.
Backstory: Phaseri grew up in a large family. She was constantly forced to compete with her siblings for attention. Soon, 'attention' in her mind also began to involve negative attention as she did ridiculous things- whatever made her parents actually look at her, scold her or not, was a success in her mind. One of her longest-running acts was pretending she had an imaginary friend, and as Phaseri was forced to keep it up, she gained a warped view of everything around her and slowly started to descend into madness. When her attention-getting streaks finally involved harm to her younger siblings, her parents kicked her out. Now she attempts to use her charm to get her way, and if it doesn't work, things usually end in bloodshed.
Abilities: Phaseri can fly, of course, and manipulate the light in such a way it confuses her opponents.
Other:

So, that leaves Fire, Earth, and Light.

Name: Kai Tamako
Age: 21
Species: Human
Element: Water
Personality: Rather calm and relaxed, Kai is rather dignified and prefers things to be more organized and fancy. He prefers to use proper etiquette, but at the same time won't force this tendency on others, tolerating anyone less distinguished.
Appearance:
Backstory: Lived the life of luxury as a nobleman until the strange weather occurrences began. He then went out to investigate on behalf of his people, mostly with the intent of doing so as a dignitary. Along the way he met Myo.
Abilities: Carries a katana which is what he uses to channel his abilities with. Uses it as a sort of conductor's wand to allow him to control water. He hasn't fully mastered blood manipulation, but has some experience with it.
Other:

Non-Chosen:

Name: Myo Kaminari
Age: 19
Species: Human
Element: Water
Personality: Rather calm and collected, she rarely shows emotion. She puts all her focus on the task at hand and doesn't bother much with a personal life or developing a personality. If asked her favorite color, she'll give an uncertain "beige?" as she has never given the time to think about it. Truly though, she cares deeply for those around her and will do anything to protect them. She holds honor above all else.
Appearance:
Backstory: A warrior from a long off war, during the battle she got scared fearing for her life and hid, leading to many of her allies' deaths. To restore her honor, she has gone to becoming a wandering nomad, seeking to help whenever she can, wherever she can.
Abilities: She has some control over water, but doesn't really use her powers, preferring a more physical attacking approach. She hasn't bothered practicing her abilities, focusing on wielding a katana.
Other:

I'll join in a bit, save fire for me please.

((When they're done, they're accepted.
Kay. Earth and Light))

Lol all the ones I wanted are gone except Earth so I'll take Eath and fill it out later

((Kay. Now we need a Light/Aurean
And Shadmé, you're acceepted! :3))

Who else did ya invite? Lyv? :3

((Lyv, Felines, and Ezio))

It seems like we're still having trouble finding a Light Chosen One, Fire was the second-to-last chosen, and Air was picked first. Deja vu much?

(( Yup, it's LotE all over again.))

OOC: Yup, then once everyone else has joined, we can begin. ^.^ (yeah, you can...I guess)
Also, don't feel like your non-Chosen One characters will be left out, I have big plans for them. ))))

Hmm... maybe I can bring a little of myself here. Let's see...

Name: Saumya
Age: 19
Species: Nymph
Element: Earth
Personality: She is a plucky, active teenager whose only desire is to protect nature and show those who don't appreciate it what they are missing. She has a sweet, tender side, and very rarely is seen angry. She loves animals, especially birds, and even wishes to fly like them.
Appearance: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q-D...rrest-nymph.jpg
Backstory: She was born in the tribe of Saxin. Her mother was a nymph, but her father was a human who travelled too much. She doesn't know where she is right now, but her mother use to be part of the tribe, but has left her with the task of protecting the forest of the kingdom while she masters the element of water and protect the marine life.
Abilities: Saumya doesn't know how to control water, but can teleport to the closest body of waters whenever the circumstances demand it. But what she does best is healing plants and control animals, though the latter, she prefers to ask for their help only if they volunteer.
Other: She can control animals, but prefers to communicate with them and ask nicely instead of forcing them to do her bidding.

OOC: Accepted. I won't worry that she some powers of an Aurean. I never said that Kyren was the FIRST person of two tribes; just the most recent in recorded history. ^.^
@Lyv: Hmm...I was gonna worry about that later, but now that you mention it.

OOC: Accepted! ^.^
And I love that idea!

Added my last character!

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[I changed my mind, I'm back in! A little too tired to fill the chart out at the moment, though.]

OOC: Crap...>.>
Okay, Fire is open again, and Lunarz still needs to make his character. Hey Felines, do you want to make the Fire Chosen One?

Check again, Rickorio!
Yay, Skyhunter!

Quote: Rickorio

Hey Felines, do you want to make the Fire Chosen One?

OOC: I'm not sure how. I want you to give me ideas on what do you have in mind.

reserves

OOC: >.>
You had me worried Sky. <.<

Name: Blisterius (Blister for short)
Age: 247, though he appears relatively ageless
Species: Blaze
Element: Fire
Personality: Blister has an explosive temper with a hair trigger. Despite being incredibly violent once set off, he's normally quite docile and level-headed, and prefers to strategize his methods before setting his plans in motion. Thanks to his past, he has a burning, yet reasonable hatred of the Noctans, and will not be pleased to find out that he has to work with them. He is also a very skilled blacksmith, but has a bad drinking habit as well.
Appearance: Blister's central body consists of a swirling vortex of smoke and fire with a set of red hot crystalline rods orbiting around it and a pair of disembodied hands floating at the sides. His head simply floats atop the vortex, with rusty, yellow metallic skin, a mouth that consists of a few vertical slits not unlike the grate of a blazing furnace, and a pair of dark brown eyes with yellow sclera.
Backstory: As a young child, Blister was abducted by the Noctans during a siege on his hometown, along with other members of his kind, and imprisoned in Nox. For centuries, he remained there, forced to craft their devious weaponry, a former free spirit now a slave to the agents of darkness. The only comfort he found in these harsh times was in practicing his pyromancy- a natural talent of most Ignesiàns, of course -behind his captors' backs. He eventually became so adept that he gained the talent to breathe life into his flames and shape them into the friendly forms of lovable animals. Then one day, after witnessing a dark slave master brutally beating a fellow blaze, a mother no less, Blister finally snapped. In a fiery fit of rage, he used the axe he was crafting to behead the abuser, avenging his fellow prisoner, but this wasn't enough for old Blister. With the help of his fiery companions, now taking far more viscous forms, he then went on a murderous rampage across the dark homeland, razing the streets, reducing entire villages to ash, lighting the skies with his blazing wrath like a funeral pyre gone haywire. From that day on, Blister would be known among his people as a heroic figure, standing up to their oppressors and escaping their cold grasp, but his heinous acts of arson would mark him as a notorious outlaw to Noctans, who still remains a fugitive to this very day.
Abilities: As previously mentioned, Blister can create allies in the forms of fiery creatures to aid him in his endeavors. He carries an obsidian-bladed battle axe that he'd be more than willing to split some skulls with should it be required.
Other: (not necessary)

Name: Malo
Age: Ancient
Species: Skeleton
Element: Darkness
Personality: Malo is a cold, cruel soul that lacks any form of empathy for any other entity, even toward other Noctans at times. Nothing brightens his day more than seeing others' pain and suffering, especially in the case of those useless Aureans. He's quite sore about not being selected as a chosen one.
Appearance: A tall, black, humanoid skeleton clothed in a black and silver helmet and a matching iron vest and boots.
Backstory: Nobody is entirely certain as to who Malo is or where he is from, as every time he is confronted about his past, he will simply mutter something along the lines of "That man is dead." All that is really known is that he was once a high-ranking lieutenant in Nox's battle force, and he holds a special kind of bitterness towards Ignesiá.
Abilities: His weapon of choice is a vampiric blade that he can use to sap the life away from his enemies.
Other: (not necessary)

OOC: Accepted. ^.^
We'll start as soon as Lunarz is ready.

OOC: Mmm...I'm not sure....

Ellúndari

//Wait. felines made an Earth character but I called dibs on Earth before she made it. I'm confused
I'm making the character sheet anyways.//

Name: Sir Viridium "Quake"
Age: 24
Species: Human
Element: Earth (Chosen One)
Personality: Quake isn't like the way most Saxins are perceived, in the sense that he isn't as quiet as others might assume of him to be. Quake is prone to outbursts but not always out of his frustration, it's usually to gain control of a group that has been fighting as Quake can be incredibly intimidating and ruthless in his way of speech. He hates when the people around him fight, something he believes to be a hindrance of accomplishments that could be being made if people weren't being difficult. Quake despises when people call him by his real name, which is the reason why he never divulges the information of his name. Quake will often be brutal when dealing with an enemy, if at all possible he will interrogate them before brutally bashing them with his fists. When not in battle Quake is calm and kind, though he can be a bit wild if the occasion calls for it.
Appearance: Quake stands at 5'11 and weighs 187 lbs. He is large in muscle but no so much as to the point where it's repulsive. He wears incredibly heavy armor which he has trained with for years so that it feels on him as if it were a feather. The armor is stained gold with streaks of brown on the shoulders and green streaks on the back. His gauntlets have red stains which create amazing patterns. Underneath the armor Quake wears tight fitting pants which are brown in coloration. He wears a white shirt and on top of which he wears a green leather coat. Quake has brown eyes and incredibly strong eyebrows, he has spiked brown hair which spikes up and curves to the left side. He wears a scar over his left eye from a previous battle.
Backstory: Quake used to live on a simple farm back in Saxin, he would grow crops and tend to the animals, however one day the town he lived in was attacked. Quake, who wasn't much for fighting, rose to the challenge, he would train every day in his home, lifting heavy objects and pushing himself beyond his bodies limits, running for miles and swimming for miles a day, training for if the day ever came where he would need to fight. When that day came he rushed into battle, dressed in the rags of his farmer clothes, the invaders didn't even flinch, the sight of such a pathetic man without even a sword was laughable. This was their mistake, denying his abilities, they were easily defeated by Quake and his powerful fists. Quake was crowned a hero to the town and was even invited to Ellenári to meet the then King who knighted him and gave him his armor and weapons which he now is rarely ever seen not wearing. Quake would often stand up in a watchtower, awaiting any pending threats against his hometown. No one ever dared fight him. Though he kept watching for a threat, it took time away from his duties, the town insisted he keep watch always, but he didn't want to be a hero, he wanted to be a farmer, to grow crops and tend to his animals, he wanted to find a beautiful girl and fall in love, he wanted to raise a family, but instead he stood in the tower and watched. Until the day they came. It had been five years since the day of the first attack, and when the second attack came it seemed easy at first, it looked as if there were only a dozen, but there were a dozen each on all sides of the town and there were many fatalities that Quake could not prevent, he fought long and hard until it was down to only one. He faced the man but made a false step, something which caused a sword to slash at his face, blinding him in one eye. He defeated the man and eventually his eyesight started to come back to him, a miracle, but only for the townspeople as one his sight returned they wanted him to watch in the watchtower once more, he had had enough. He left his farm and his town and he became a wanderer, trying to find the place he truly belonged.
Abilities: Other than the obvious abilities that a Saxin possesses, Quake is able to sense life force, something that can prevent any surprise attacks upon him. He is also able to dig at incredible speeds. Quake carries with him two broadswords which he carries in hilts. As well as Two Long-swords of which he keeps in hilts on his back. He possesses a cracking whip on the left hand side of his waist and wears gloves with sharp golden claws which when pushed together become shovel claws which can be used for digging.
Other: (not necessary)

Felines made a character, but didn't crown her a Chosen One! Yours is the Chosen One, Lunarz.

Anyhow, bad news, guys- Rickorio got blocked from DS. Check the L/R Thread. I can still talk to him through Skype, but he wants us to wait- this RP is postponed for now. He still has a chance of getting on, but we can't do anything right now! He or I will post here if he can get back on in the future.

OOC: Lunarz, you're accepted!
Anyway, what I will be doing in the meantime is coming up with the other teachers for the Chosen Ones. When that is done, I'll go ahead and start getting this ready to begin.

Ah, so you're doing it this time around! Interesting. You can borrow Rune, if you wish. X3

OOC: I'll be putting them for a sort of auction-like thing. I'll post the character sheet, then if any of y'all like a character, then you can choose to use it. I'd be quite busy with seven characters otherwise.

Sounds like fun! :3 I'll definitely take at least one.

//Now I gotta read my character cuz I don't remember it lmao

Quote: Lunarz

//Now I gotta read my character cuz I don't remember it lmao

I know this feeling well....

I'm currently redoing my characters, and I had to put Nyzra in his own post.



My Second Character:

Name: Nyzra
Age: 37-ish
Species: Dark Elf
Element: Darkness (not a Chosen One)

Personality: Nyzra is a man who only cares about himself he will do whatever he can to get what he wants, even if means killing innocent people. He does not care for anything that does not effect him, or benefit him in some way. The only person he ever truly cared for was killed, which sent him to this point.

Appearance: Nyzra, unlike Kyren, is a little below the average height of a human, standing at only a meager five feet, eleven inches. He has pitch black hair, that is tied back in a pony tail that goes down to a little below his neck. The hair on the sides of his face is let loose, covering his ears. His eyes are a shade of very dark brown, almost black, with little specks of gold.
He wears the basic "assassin with a hood" out fit, but with a twist. It's all black, and he has a silver gauntlet on his right hand; also with silver boots. Hidden in the gauntlets are knives that will shoot out from his wrist when he flicks it.
As for his left hand...he has a hook made of pure darksteel.

Backstory: Nyzra was a noble warrior from Nox. He was feared throughout the kingdom as one of the best warriors of all time. Countless caught him, and almost just as many never returned to live the tale. Those who did, were in awe of his skill with the sword, and how fast and agile he was in battle. Many a warrior tried to use maidens to distract him before a fight, but they all failed.
Then, one day, a beautiful Aurean came to watch one of his duels. As soon as he had slain his challenger, he saw her. The generic "love at first sight" scenario happened, and they fell in love.
When they were walking in the forest, too close to the Outlands, a fiendish creature jumped at her, killing her. Nyzra was able to fight it off, but he paid a terrible price. The lost of his left hand. Now carrying the burden of losing his wife, and his hand he fled, eventually becoming the ruthless assassin he is now.

Abilities: All of the powers of a Noctan. He is skilled with many different types of poisons, choosing to use that to kill off his victims sometimes.
He has three times as many hidden knives as Kyren does, a crossbow with bolts tipped in poison, a bow, and a rapier made of darksteel. He also knows how to use his hook as a weapon.
Other: He wears the ring of his wife, Adelina, on a the ring finger on his right hand.

bumping cuz rickorio is back

OOC: it certainly is an...interesting character.
I don't know if it'll work with this story though.
And yes, I'll be starting this soon. Probably sometime in the next few nights.

Yeah, I mainly did it as a joke anyway.

Bump cuz I want this to happen omf