OOC: Casting call for "The New World"

[Lord Kenshin]

Hey everyone. This is only the second thread I've started.. So take it easy if it's wrong or anything.

The new thread will be kinda like Final Fantasy.. Futuristic with lots of Magic, and tons of adventurers.. well.. more like 6 adventurers.

The world will be a planet split in two called Old Fritma and Fritma. The basic idea will be that a large army of a once ancient Magical Race has been brought back and is reeking havoc on Old Fritma. But, due to the barrier seperating Old and new.. the army can't make it across to conquer Fritma. Many efforts to stop this army have failed and Old Fritma has been turned into a large wasteland. Only a few have survived to make it back to Fritma and they are considered the stronger peoples.

Now.. You can make a character and decide whether he/she is from Old or new. In your reply put the usual information and put whether they are magical or non-magical.. Because once you've picked, there's no turning back. You can put what weapon you want to use.. Make one up.. use one from the game. But I don't want any reference to the game. I'll decide whether you're in or out based on your information.. SO BE DESCRIPTIVE.

Any questions ask me.. But I'm basically making this up as I go. lol.. I have a small plan of where I want to take it.. But things could change due to circumstances. Just as they do in real life.

First 5 people to be picked are in it.. And I shall be the 6th character. I'll give my info later.

 

[Dark Warrior]

How about this...

Name: Khael
Age: 20
Homeland: New Fritma
Height: 5'10
Build: Lithe
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Weapon: Twin short swords
Magic: Khael has been granted a limited control over magic by his god. This magic includes Life magic (Recovery) and Death magic (Basic damage magic).
Overall Appearance: Khael dresses in monk-like garbs, preferring the maneuverability of his lightly padded silk robes than the heavy armour adopted by many others.
Personality: Khael is grim and determined. He is, overall, a good person, believing and enforcing the law, but he prefers to stay out of most encounters that are not his own. The kind of person who is always in the shadows.
Info: A devout follower of Andral, god of Life and Death, Khael was brought up as a monk of Andral's teachings, and now has begun the Quest, an ancient ritual performed at the age of 20 by all of Andral's students. The aim of the Quest is simple: they must discover the reason they were given Life, and to seek their rightful Death.

Tell me what you think of that, and if you need more info please ask.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Actually.. That's quite a good reply right there. You're my first guy and you're in. Just ask for more info on the world and other such matters.

Chris

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Ok how's this

Name: Seldu
Age: 27
Homeland: Old Fritma
Height: 6'5
Build: Muscular
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Green
Weapon: Twin Daggers and gauntlets.
Magic: Can make himself or other temporarily stronger by leeching strength off of a target, for a brief amount of time.
Appearance: Black leather armor, leaving his massive arms exposed. A pair of bronze gauntlets adorned with spikes. Black leather pants, a bit tattered. Dark skinned. Tattoos on his arms, shoulders, face, and upper body. The Tattoo on his arms shoulders and upper body is a simple line design that flows throught his body, symbolizing how life takes unexpected twists and turns. The tattoos under his eyes are simple blue horizontal lines, symbolizing insight and intelligence.

Personality: Very quiet. Attacks only when he deems it necessary. Prefers to use a sleeper hold and make opponents pass out rather than outright slay them.

Info: Seldu is a refugee from Old Fritma. He used to be a mechanic but after his shop was destroyed during the first wave of the invasion, he started to study the black arts and learned to use others energy to give himself power. He is trying to figure out how to get through the barrier to safety and to perhaps build some equipment to aide in disabling the invaders.

 

[White Queen]

OOC: What do you think of this character?

Name: Silandre
Age: 25
Homeland: Orphan found in Old Fritma, raised in Fritma
Height: 5´8
Build: Muscular yet femenine
Hair: Black with Navy Blue streaks
Eyes: Blue
Weapon: Bastard Sword
Magic: Silandre´s only magical powers are Cure, Heal, Haste and a Magical Barrier that is able to absorb physical attacks for a short while.
Appearence: Silandra wears a deep blue colored scale armor. Her sword's blade matches the color of her armor only when she is engaged or about to be engaged in combat. Her hair is tied up behind her back most of the time. She has a ring which is the only posesion she has from when she was found as a baby in Old Fritma.
Personality: She is a good warrior, confident in her skills but also aware of her limits. She is quiet and seems a little cold at first sight. Once you get to neet her she is very friendly and caring.
Info: She was found in the borders of Old Friska and brought to Friska by a Old retired soldier that was leaving his homeland. She was trained from a very young age and now wants to travel back to Old Friska because of the adventure and maybe to find more about her past...

 

[PmTick]

So am I in?

 

[Lormegil]

OOC: I'm kinda new to this, but that's because I just found out about it... how's this?


Name: Darion Sirynn
Age: 23
Homeland: Old Fritma
Height: 6'2"
Build: Thin, but muscular
Hair: Medium cut, dark brown
Eyes: Light blue
Weapons: Short Sword and Longbow
Magic: Being ranger/druid related, Darion possesses elemental and minor restorative magiks
Appearance: Dresses in black silk pants, and a loose, dark green silk tunic; black, soft-soled boots; black hooded cloak; silver bracers; black leather gloves; silver/emerald amulet. Darion is pale-skinned, and stands tall, but in a constant state of readiness.
Personality: Darion seems laid-back and somewhat withdrawn on the exterior, but he is always aware, and has an air of quiet confidence about him. He is kind and considerate of others, but is straightforward and honest. Darion is steadfast in his beliefs, and will rarely do anything that goes against his principles.
Infoarion follows his heart, not the beliefs or teachings of others. Darion believes in the power of nature above all things, and is a defender of all that is a part of it. Having heard of the war between worlds, Darion has set out on a journey to fight against the invading army and to save his homeland. A member of the Scouts of Elderath, he is quite nimble and skilled in the arts of combat, making him a good addition to any party.


I think that is a good basic description of my character. Tell me what you think, and you're welcome to ask for any additional information.

 

[Lormegil]

Oops

Sorry... double post

 

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC: Sorry about taking so long


Name: Antyreal
Age: 18
Homeland: "New" Fritma
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Hair Style: Spiked (Like Tidus's)
Build: Muscular yet average in size
Weapons: Long sword, wide and sharp, extremely dureable; made from titantium
Magic: Antyreal obtained the ability to use Ultima in a tournament held in Old Fritma. He is studying the ability of On-Rush. This will allow him and his party to have three continuous attacks in a row without the harm of being interupted by an opposing force. He also knows the base magics of Cure, Cura, Regeneration, and Full-Life.
Appearance: He wears a tight white shirt and loose ki pants underneath a white hooded cloak. The sword is in a sheath on his back. He has a silver necklace with two lions on each side and a sword splitting the two lions. It hangs just below his collar bone in the middle of his pecs. He has a scar along his jaw line, running from the corner of his chin up to just below his ear. He has a tattoo on his right arm of a burning circle with the Angel of Death in the middle holding onto a sword. He wears light boots with padded soles to make his attacks both silent and stealth-like.
Personality: Antyreal is the loud and egotistical one. He likes to brag to his opponents before every match. Of course he does this because he's only lost one match before and that was when he had to fight his father before his old man retired. He's the outward confident kinda guy who believes no man walks the earth that is better than him.
Info: The last tournement in Old Fritma was disrupted by the Army surging through the territory. Antyreal took refuge in a large office building and has been waiting on the roof since the Army invaded the town. Luckily the building he's currently hiding had a lunch/break room with some food in it. The army has yet to check the building, but he's afraid they might soon come looking.


OOC: Yeah.. I'll be in the building until you get to it. The city is called Nakirian. lol. Just whenever you feel like passing through.. Go ahead. All of you are in so far.

 

[White Queen]

Well so everything is set... only one thing... who is starting the thread and when?

I guess It will be you Lord Kenshin, since this is your thread

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: Hope you don't mind, but I got the gist that Kenshin wants us to start it... so I'll start. If I'm stepping out of line, tell me, and I'll delete this.

IC: Khael took a swig of ale, before placing the tanker down in front of him. From the corner of the tavern he could see and hear almost everything that was going on. One conversation on the table next to him caught his attention.
"Did you hear? Old Fritma has been attacked by some huge army! And some say conquered!" Said the first man, a big, slightly drunk brute of a guy.
"Well, I heard it's already been wiped out! A wasteland, they're calling it! And there's refugees fleeing to here as we speak!" said his companion, a short, skinny, rat-looking guy.
"Are you guys serious?" Khael asked, standing and walking over to the two surprised men.
"Uh... yeah... who are you?" the brute said. The other man narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.
"No one." Khael said. Without saying any more, he exited the tavern. If this was true... Khael had learnt about the Balance between Life and Death, and if such a force was dealing out Death in such a fashion... he had to do something about it. And his first step was to go to the temple of Andral, to seek spiritual guidance.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC: lol.. Actually it didn't matter who started.. Except the fact that Antyreal is probally going no where quick, so that means if I posted first.. I'd just be saying how I was surviving and stuff

 

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC: lol.. Actually it didn't matter who started.. Except the fact that Antyreal is probally going no where quick, so that means if I posted first.. I'd just be saying how I was surviving and stuff


IC:

Antyreal crept slowling down the hallway, his sword dragging behind him on the ground. His arm was covered in blood and the gash on his tricep was covered by a crimson soaked cloth. He had been attacked by two groups of three earlier, and he was afraid if he stayed the the same place for too long, they just might return to finish him off.

Antyreal spun quickly, footsteps being heard from down the hallway as he rolled into a dark, empty room. He turned and closed the door quietly, placing a sturdy chair in front of it as he moved to the back of the room, searching for other objects he could use. He groaned, his arm rubbing against the wall as he crouch down to wait and see who was coming.

The door pushed back, the chair skidding across the room as it shaddered, the wood splintering all over the far wall. Two silouettes stood just inside the doorway, looking directly at the corner in which Antyreal was crouched in.

Antyreal sighed, standing up and stepping forward slowly, the creatures doing the same. He waited, his sword drawn back, seeing what the two figures were doing.

"Now you two die."

The words were soft and sincere, Antyreal charging the two with his hand raised and the sword drawn back further. He sliced, rolling betwen the two as his blade cut through the figure on the left's midsection, fluids dropping to the floor just as soon as the slice was made.

Antyreal continued the roll, carrying himself through the open doorway and back into the hall. He turned and sprinted, the heavy clanking footfalls of the only creature still alive from the two man group.

Antyreal continued running, taking turns and making his way through rooms and into new hallways.....

 

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC: Anyone still out there?

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: I'm still here, just giving the others a chance to post...

 

[Lormegil]

A bolt of lightning lit the ground like a thousand bonfires. The ensuing thunder made Darion cringe. He could hardly seen through the blinding rain, and his head was pounding from exhaustion.
Suddenly, he heard a the sound of a footstep to his right. He didn't turn his head, but he slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword. He could not see how many there were, but he assumed there was more than one; bandits never traveled in groups.
Sure enough, he soon heard more footsteps to his left. He contimplated on what to do. Running would by him some time, but he didn't want to be tired when fighting multiple opponents. The footsteps moved closer, and he could hear heavy breathing. He didn't have time for this - he had to make it through the woods tonight.
Without warning, Darion dashed to his right, drawing his sword in the process. As he reached the edge of the path, he swung in an arc, his blade cutting into the undergrowth. His plan seemed to have worked; the bandits jumped back, suprised. They had not expected an offensive move. Before they knew what was happening, Darion thrust his sword through the torso of the nearest bandit, rupturing the solar plexus. Without even a scream, the bandit fell in a heap.
Darion knew he couldn't fight in a confining space like this, so he burst into a sprint for the nearest clearing. His enemies chased after him, but they had no chance of keeping up with this young ranger, and Darion gained some time. Upon reaching the clearing, he ran to the center, then turned and nocked an arrow into his bow. He then aimed at the line of trees, watching and waiting...

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC note:

I've already exceeded my download limit for the month, and I still have 7 days left... so I won't be on for the next week. Feel free to control my character during this time, it's fine. See ya.

 

[PmTick]

this is the actual thread? I thought it was just a cc.

 

[White Queen]

I was also under the impression that this was a OCC thread, you know, to recruit people and discuss out of roleplay issues... like charcaters. But if this is where we are developing the story, well there is no problem with me...

 

[Hellava2]

OOC:

Sorry, I have been gone for a few days. Are we going to start this on this thread or on another, because I thought this was an OOC thread.

 

[Hellava2]

Repost

Should I repost my character on this thread, since I am using the same character.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC: My mistake.. I haven't been on in a few days and I was going to make a thread for this.. But seeing as how Dark already posted, I kinda said "what the hey" and posted on here.. I'll move the posts into their own thread and we can keep this as an OOC thread for comments and strategies.. Or whatever else.


Chris

 

[SpectralDragoon]

This game still open for more characters?

 

[Lormegil]

You know, we probably should move this to a different thread. The CC might confuse ppl.

 

[Lormegil]

Hey, Lord Kenshin. Just wanted to know what the gore level on this thread was gonna be. I find that some stories are made more interesting with graphic depictions, but it's all up to you.