By NinjaBoss315 - 02 Apr 2014 23:18
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- 02 Apr 2014 23:18
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Hello! Welcome to the world of RotDA, a brand new Role Play for us to enjoy. Lemme explain what's going on:
• Background:
• Join the Cause!
If you've read all this, thank you. I hope you've recognized a few references to Full Metal Alchemist, but this is our new world. Welcome to the Realm of the Dark Arts, teaching children how to blow stuff up since the dawn of time. Feel free to create a character, but PLEASE use basic RP rules: No controlling NPC's TOO much. No going out of character without using (parenthesis). Don't be a general jerk. Swearing is allowed, just don't overuse this privilege.
My Info:
• Background:
Spoiler:
The Human race lived in moderate peace for millennia, until the day THEY came. Foul, corrupt beings titled the "Tainted Ones" emerged from a large crevice, a gate to the Underworld, Hell, etc. These beings, averaging about Eight feet tall, have been savaging our pristine world, and regular weapons like guns seem to have no effect. Luckily, our people have a deity, simply referred to as "The Truth" or "Truth". The Truth blessed one man with the control over all four basic elements: Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. That savior was able to finally defeat countless Tainted beings, but our luck ran dry quickly. The Truth, seeing the new unbalanced lifestyle of the Savior, who practically bathed in his newfound wealth, destroyed the man, breaking his soul into countless pieces, and flinging them across the globe. Special families, all with a particular relationship to Truth, were gifted with the soul pieces. Every aspect of the original Savior were divided, so each family was blessed with a certain skill. We call those families Alchemists. Oddly enough, if you can read this, YOU are an Alchemist. Since it is a very rare gift, many envy and shun away those families. You will all be taught to use your abilities, but in due time. Luckily, the Truth has blessed us Alchemists with a very special gift: Basic Knowledge of Alchemy. Even if your family was given the aspect of Craftsmanship, you still possess the ability to bend the world to your will with Alchemy.
• Join the Cause!
Spoiler:
We, the Arcane Society, are a large group of Alchemists, but we need to band together as many as possible. Most of you. In America know about the Grand Canyon. That is the Crevice of Erebus, or a crack in the world leading to what lies beneath. We need as many as possible to plug up this hole, or perhaps venture inside to defeat it's horrors. However, this requires you all to "Sign-Up". Just fill out this basic form and we'll get you your very one Arcane Badge, along with a few lessons. However, there are a few rules:
- Your Character cannot be considered OP in any way. If you are strong Magically, then you must have other faults to balance it out.
- You are not to repeat an element. Each Alchemical Family passes their gift down to only one child, meaning that you cannot have the exact same skill as someone else.
- You cannot have specifically one of the four elements, as those are the most pure and powerful elements.
- You cannot automatically know each feature to Alchemy. You always start as a Novice.
Got the rules down pat? Good. Onto the form:
- Name [REQUIRED]:
- Age [DOES NOT HAVE TO BE REAL, REQUIRED]:
- Gender [REQUIRED]:
- BRIEF Description of Appearance [RECOMMENDED]:
- Alchemical Element [OPTIONAL, IF NOT CHOSEN, THEN YOU GET WHATEVER I CHOSE]:
- BRIEF Bio [STRONGLY RECOMMENDED]:
- Emotional Characteristics [REQUIRED]:
- Family Worth [POOR, RICH, DECENT]:
And there you go. I might as well give you my information, even though I am a slightly higher rank than you all. My stuff will be in a spoiler at the bottom of this post.
- Your Character cannot be considered OP in any way. If you are strong Magically, then you must have other faults to balance it out.
- You are not to repeat an element. Each Alchemical Family passes their gift down to only one child, meaning that you cannot have the exact same skill as someone else.
- You cannot have specifically one of the four elements, as those are the most pure and powerful elements.
- You cannot automatically know each feature to Alchemy. You always start as a Novice.
Got the rules down pat? Good. Onto the form:
- Name [REQUIRED]:
- Age [DOES NOT HAVE TO BE REAL, REQUIRED]:
- Gender [REQUIRED]:
- BRIEF Description of Appearance [RECOMMENDED]:
- Alchemical Element [OPTIONAL, IF NOT CHOSEN, THEN YOU GET WHATEVER I CHOSE]:
- BRIEF Bio [STRONGLY RECOMMENDED]:
- Emotional Characteristics [REQUIRED]:
- Family Worth [POOR, RICH, DECENT]:
And there you go. I might as well give you my information, even though I am a slightly higher rank than you all. My stuff will be in a spoiler at the bottom of this post.
If you've read all this, thank you. I hope you've recognized a few references to Full Metal Alchemist, but this is our new world. Welcome to the Realm of the Dark Arts, teaching children how to blow stuff up since the dawn of time. Feel free to create a character, but PLEASE use basic RP rules: No controlling NPC's TOO much. No going out of character without using (parenthesis). Don't be a general jerk. Swearing is allowed, just don't overuse this privilege.
My Info:
Spoiler:
Name [REQUIRED]: Tobias (Toby. If you DARE call my Tobias...)
- Age [DOES NOT HAVE TO BE REAL, REQUIRED]: 19
- Gender [REQUIRED]: Male
- BRIEF Description of Appearance [RECOMMENDED]: Black Hair with small streaks of White, Red, Blue, and Yellow. Roughly 5'8". Wears black jeans with gold trims, a white T-Shirt with an Alchemical Circle in it. Blue, sleeveless jacket with a hoodie overtop. Aviator style a Glasses with light blue frame and dark grey lenses. Large scar across my left cheek.
- Alchemical Element [OPTIONAL, IF NOT CHOSEN, THEN YOU GET WHATEVER I CHOSE]: Lightning/Storm
- Bio [STRONGLY RECOMMENDED]: One day, I received a letter in the mail. As I opened it, I noted the strange symbols. Russian? No. Chinese? Not at all. My tongue, knowing what to do, slips out a simple phrase, "Trae", and the symbols turn into functional letters. Reading the letter with extreme caution, I read messages speaking of Tainted Ones, the Truth, the False Savior, and the Arcane Society, all of which unfamiliar. Ripping the letter to shreds, I threw the remnants into the sewer to be disposed of. Later, as I slept, I got a creeping suspicion of being watched, and ducked to the side of my bed as a blast of Purple-Gray flames burned a hole in my wall, leaving pinkish stains where my bed was just moments before. Glaring at me was a pair of Black Eyes, not the injured ones, but streaks of black with a more intense and darker color in the middle of it. Around it was the body of my Mother, with purple dust flowing around her, as if she stood in a Whirlpool of it. Her body, the same I used to comfort myself against when I was young, was pale as Edward from Twilight. Her hands, the same devices who cooked dinner for us each night, raced to grab my throat. Panicking, I did what I promised myself I'd never do again: I summoned a small batch of sparks between my fingers. Thrusting my fist into her — no, it's — stomach, I heard my mother's final words "You tore... You tore the... Protection Seal. It was... " she started coughing up pink blood, "on the parchment." As she muttered her last sentence, I watched as my only parent, as my dad had passed after giving me "The Gift", faded away, surrendering to the Underworld. Shortly after, the Alchemists came, but it was too late. My mother's final act was to slap me for tearing the seal, but the Taint created a large gash on my cheek. Now, I'm here, done being trained in the basic arts, ready to train you.
- Emotional Characteristics [REQUIRED]: Depressed, as I have seen both my mother and several other people killed by or possessed by the Tainted Ones. Energetic as my sparks. I guess some would call my behavior "Extreme Bipolar Disease".
- Family Worth [POOR, RICH, DECENT]: Decent-Poor.
- Age [DOES NOT HAVE TO BE REAL, REQUIRED]: 19
- Gender [REQUIRED]: Male
- BRIEF Description of Appearance [RECOMMENDED]: Black Hair with small streaks of White, Red, Blue, and Yellow. Roughly 5'8". Wears black jeans with gold trims, a white T-Shirt with an Alchemical Circle in it. Blue, sleeveless jacket with a hoodie overtop. Aviator style a Glasses with light blue frame and dark grey lenses. Large scar across my left cheek.
- Alchemical Element [OPTIONAL, IF NOT CHOSEN, THEN YOU GET WHATEVER I CHOSE]: Lightning/Storm
- Bio [STRONGLY RECOMMENDED]: One day, I received a letter in the mail. As I opened it, I noted the strange symbols. Russian? No. Chinese? Not at all. My tongue, knowing what to do, slips out a simple phrase, "Trae", and the symbols turn into functional letters. Reading the letter with extreme caution, I read messages speaking of Tainted Ones, the Truth, the False Savior, and the Arcane Society, all of which unfamiliar. Ripping the letter to shreds, I threw the remnants into the sewer to be disposed of. Later, as I slept, I got a creeping suspicion of being watched, and ducked to the side of my bed as a blast of Purple-Gray flames burned a hole in my wall, leaving pinkish stains where my bed was just moments before. Glaring at me was a pair of Black Eyes, not the injured ones, but streaks of black with a more intense and darker color in the middle of it. Around it was the body of my Mother, with purple dust flowing around her, as if she stood in a Whirlpool of it. Her body, the same I used to comfort myself against when I was young, was pale as Edward from Twilight. Her hands, the same devices who cooked dinner for us each night, raced to grab my throat. Panicking, I did what I promised myself I'd never do again: I summoned a small batch of sparks between my fingers. Thrusting my fist into her — no, it's — stomach, I heard my mother's final words "You tore... You tore the... Protection Seal. It was... " she started coughing up pink blood, "on the parchment." As she muttered her last sentence, I watched as my only parent, as my dad had passed after giving me "The Gift", faded away, surrendering to the Underworld. Shortly after, the Alchemists came, but it was too late. My mother's final act was to slap me for tearing the seal, but the Taint created a large gash on my cheek. Now, I'm here, done being trained in the basic arts, ready to train you.
- Emotional Characteristics [REQUIRED]: Depressed, as I have seen both my mother and several other people killed by or possessed by the Tainted Ones. Energetic as my sparks. I guess some would call my behavior "Extreme Bipolar Disease".
- Family Worth [POOR, RICH, DECENT]: Decent-Poor.