fogindoor
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Post by fogindoor on Sept 21, 2009 19:03:46 GMT -5
I'm ten years old... I looked over the edge of the Mayfi Cliffs... The sword of my father on my hip and the staff of my mother on my back... I have been walking for so long and couldn't feel any part of my body. All I could remember were flashes of what had just transpired. My hometown was destroyed. From the hills beyond I watched as the army with a greek omega symbol on their flag sieged my town. If I had not been playing in the woods with my father's weapons I would have been in it. So I turned and ran. I ran as long as I could for as far as I could until i reached the town of Kujan. I begged and stole food for three days before I had to run from the local police to the north. I climbed for an entire day and watched as the rain came down as I climbed the highest peak of the mountain."Why?" I yelled, before I took one of my legs and held it over the edge. I am ready to die...Attachments:
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Post by snowdrift on Sept 21, 2009 19:59:37 GMT -5
(Just a question, bro, but do we have to post a character sheet? And should we wait to be accepted or are we auto-accepted?)
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Post by trinity on Sept 21, 2009 19:59:50 GMT -5
( Do you have a OCC thread for this so people can sign up for it? It seems really interesting. ~Oh! Snow beat me to the question lol~~ )
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Talisman10
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Post by Talisman10 on Sept 21, 2009 20:08:30 GMT -5
((If it was anything like the Samurai Warriors RP at RPG, I would guess it would play out like that one.))
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Post by snowdrift on Sept 21, 2009 20:15:05 GMT -5
(ok so Charater sheets posted here and auto-acceptance. Great!)
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fogindoor
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Post by fogindoor on Sept 21, 2009 20:18:08 GMT -5
((No OOC and no character sheet needed. You're auto-accepted. Just post a little about your character and let your character reveal themself as the story goes along.))
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Post by trinity on Sept 21, 2009 20:27:45 GMT -5
(Sounds cool, I'll have one up soon ^-^)
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Post by snowdrift on Sept 21, 2009 20:32:45 GMT -5
7 years of life.... Only knowing the life of peace and tranquility.... Holding no weapons and only carries her mother's blue scarf in her hand....
She ran away to meet the blacksmith just before the small village was attacked. At the sound of yelling and cries of pain she looked into the blacksmiths eyes for answers. The blacksmith towered over her and swooped her up with his right arm with such swiftness and gentleness, he carried her to the back of his workshop and said in a deep gruff voice. "Run away from here if you wish to save yourself. Head south to the city of Kipa and hide. Don't tell anyone your true name." He pushed her towards the deserted plains, his face emotionless for he knew that he would face death within minutes. The girl nod her head and looked at the blacksmith with curious eyes. "What should I tell the others when they ask for my name?" The blacksmith closed his eyes fro a brief second before answering. "...Snow..."
(will put up character sheet later)
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Talisman10
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Post by Talisman10 on Sept 21, 2009 20:48:40 GMT -5
Children's laughing permeated the dry, arid southern desert air. Among these children was a young Blaze, as reference by his deep dark brown air and his signature angular, almost wild brown eyes. His clothing was a simple desert dwelling type, a tan, loose brown shirt with darker shade of tan loose shorts. The child couldn't be more than nine or ten.
The children was playing a game of tag, Blaze almost always being 'it'. Although he was thin and of average height, he was slower than the other kids speed wise. He also had a temper on him, always pouting when he was it. The other children accepted him as he was one of them and always will be.
The kids suddenly stopped their game at sight of a lone horse riding in from the horizon. All eyes was turned towards the figure, and a light went off in little Blaze's eyes. The silver sheen of the rider's bracers and the red and blue hilts of the swords told all he needed to know. Blaze took off towards the towns entrance, of course being beat there by all of the other children.
As the rider entered the town, a loud, innocent sounding voice cut through the chatter of the crowd surrounding the entrance welcoming their hero.
The voice of Blaze yelled, "LUCAS!!" The rider gave a happy wave and his gentle voice called out to Blaze, "Hello brother."
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Post by trinity on Sept 21, 2009 21:50:50 GMT -5
I am but nine years old in this world My past life had resided in a land of little wealth and supplies, though it didn’t any of citizens The only thing that remains of that life is twin pearl daggers of my father’s.
The girl with the crimson hair had beheld her rather small village by shredded by an army of soldiers that showed only but ravenous hunger and power thirst upon their faces by the entrance. Her shining blue eyes widen in absolute fear as scenes of her friends and neighbors were caught in burning houses and the sharp end of the soldiers’ swords. The flowers she held in her hands that she had picked for her mother fell to the ground solemnly; left behind as the girl took off running, flying on the wind like a fluttering bird. Few soldiers took notice of her, but dismissed her presence. What chance would a girl of her age survive… why bother? That was the question that appears across their sun wore faces. It wouldn’t have mattered though, even if they decided to chase the girl, it would be a lost cause. Determination and fear to find the fate of her parents kept her pace at such a speed that it would take one of the finest stallions to catch her. When she arrived to her home that she had been raised and loved in all her speed counted for nothing. Black smoldering smoke rose to the sky to join in with the clouds, fire licked its way around the foundation and climbed higher, and faint moans died down within time. The girl closed her eyes as bitter tears streamed down her pale face. All the hope that was held in the young girl’s heart died at that moment. Walking into the fire to join her family surrounded her thoughts, but she knew that her mother and father would want her to continue on, to avenge them. “I will make things right… I swear it.”
(eh, not my best work, but I'm so tired lol)
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Post by Talisman10 on Sept 21, 2009 22:29:31 GMT -5
Lucas has been away fighting in a war. He had left Blaze and his village to fight for what he thought was right. Lucas was a man in his mid twenties and was a stark contrast to Blaze. Lucas wore a scarred cuirass, but still had that silvery sheen. Under that cuirass, Lucas wore a soft blue shirt, the sleeves extending out from the armor. His hair was blond in color, and his eyes was a soft blue.
Lucas had reached down from his horse, picked Blaze up directly from the ground and sat him in front of him. Together they rode towards their home towards the middle of the small village. The village itself was situated near a Oasis, so the town's name shouldn't be of no surprise, Oasis.
As they reached the sun-dried, mud brick house, the name Yuri etched above the door frame. Lucas led into the house, pushing the old door in. Blaze followed closely behind. Once inside Lucas took off his cuirass and loosened his sword belt.
A small voice spoke up. "When are you going to teach me more, brother?" Blaze asked. Lucas laughed. "Since you are so eager, go get your practice swords. We'll start now." Blaze happily scampered behind the house to get his wooden swords and waited for Lucas to come around.
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