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The Seven Seals (modern mythological mega-crossover RP) [CLOSED]

So is Zeus still available? I didn't see him on the list but I just wanted to make sure no one claimed the god of pervers...I mean the sky.

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I understand nothing!! Except that that's perfectly fine and I hope you feel better.

Naruto: Consequences

I quite like this and I am thinking of throwing my hat in the ring. I'm just curious about an whether or not the idea I have would be feasible. Would something like using Fūinjutsu seals that are tattooed on the body in order to increase physical attributes be feasible? Maybe they would absorb chackra over time until they were released which would mean he could only use them once a day or so.

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James sat with a grunt on a large root. It seemed that the farther in they went the larger the trees grew. Wordlessly, he unlaced one of his boots and shook it upside down vigorously, watching with a strange mixture of pleasure and annoyance as a small pebble fell out. He was pleased because he finally had the time to get the damned thing out, he was annoyed because he had been walking with the tiny stone his boot for the past hour or so and he could feel the beginning of a blister forming. It was always a mystery how stones managed to find their way into boots, James halfway suspected that they were sentient little tricksters that snuck into your shoes when you least expected it. Of course that would be ridiculous....

James was momentarily snapped out of his contemplations of pebbles and their possible malevolence by Peren's voice, who was mentioning something about not needing to draw his sword, and the worst thing they would face going forward being foxes. Somehow, James managed to turn the roaring laughter that he was about to release into a simple, sharp snort. Numerous biting retorts nearly flew from his mouth, but he managed to hold himself back, if just barely. For some reason he constantly found himself having to hold back when it came to the high elf, probably because he was a merchant, and mercenaries, even ex ones, and merchants had a somewhat...strained relationship. At least where James was from they did. He had dealt with enough merchants to notice a pattern amongst them; cocky little cowards who thought that just because they paid for your protection that they owned you, or were somehow better then you. Maybe it wasn't fair to lump Paran in with every other merchant James had been forced to protect, but right now James couldn't be bothered to be fair.

For a moment James considered lobbing the small pebble at the back of the high elf's head, but he decided against it and dropped it on the ground instead. He replaced his boot but stayed where he was for a moment, his eyes scanning the horizon for how much daylight they had left. He wondered if they would cross into the Dark Forest today, or if they would make camp here. His eyes worked over their current location as he considered how defensible it would be, how many resources they had nearby, what kind of shelter they could throw up and how quickly. It was an old habit, studying each area carefully for its viability as a camp. When you spent as much time on the road as a mercenary tended too you learned what to look for. But the call for whether or not they stayed or moved on wasn't his, and personally, James was ready to get a move on.

It had been surprisingly easy for James to get back in the swing of travel. Though he was more accustomed to roads, traveling through the trees wasn't that bad. Of course, the closer they got to the Dark Forest the more weary James became. He wasn't scared of the Dark Forest, but only an idiot would get close to a place like that without caution. He had heard the stories that superstitious farmers liked to grumble to each other. Most were absurd, tales of 'I know a guy who knew a guy whose cousin knew a guy.' But hidden among the small mindedness and superstition was likely a grain of truth, and if even that much was true then the Forest was a place to stay aware.

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I've been a bit sick and semi useless because of it but I'll try to get a post up tonight after work.

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Huzzah, we're all amazing! Guess I'll need to re read everyone's character sheets so I can come up with james' likely grumpy opinion of everyone.

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Ahh I must be blind to have missed that but thank you.

And here is my submission.

James Morter

Name: James Morter

Gender: "A sir of course, cant you tell by my lithe and god like physique?" (A conceded man, but a man indeed.)

Age: "I'm 37...Im not old!" (He is in fact 42, but will likely never admit it openly.)

Race: "I am a man, and I am in a field so take from that what you will." (Man)

Appearance: "I am young, in perfect health and shape, and the ladies simply cannot get enough of looking at my perfect hair." James is in fact, slightly balding on the back of his head. His body, though far from the picture of perfection that he proclaims it to be, is in good shape for a man of his age. While he has lost most of the strength of his youth, the life of working on a farm has kept his body lean, with hints of the powerful muscle he held in his youth buried under a thin layer of fat. His body is tanned and beginning to wrinkle, both from old age and long hours spent in the sun. His hands are scarred and calloused but strong. As far as height is concerned he stands at a respectable 6'1". Mid-length hair that was once raven black is starting to gray slightly, and has began to develop the before mentioned bald spot. His face is craggy but the remnants of a once rather handsome face can still be seen. Perhaps the most, or only, truly attractive thing about James are his eyes, which are still a bright and lively sapphire.

History: "I used to be an adventurer like you..." James was in fact, not born in Brackenhorst. He was born far to South in a decently large city known as Barons Hold. His father was a lecherous man who he never knew, nor cared to, and who vanished shortly after getting James' mother pregnant. James' mother was young, beautiful, and about as bright as a torch with the top lobbed off. She tried to raise young James, but eventually got tired of the work and abandoned him on the streets of Barons Hold. Where she ended up James never found out, and again, couldn't have cared less. He was 8 at the time of his mothers departure.

For the next two years James lived as a beggar in the streets. He begged for, stole, and swindled for every copper he could get his hands on, and was becoming quite accomplished at it. Despite his young age, James was resourceful, and surprisingly intelligent. Had he received any sort of proper education, there is a high chance he could have been a great scholar. But he never did, and instead was recruited into the a group of mercenaries. Well "violently coerced" may be a more apt description.

The mercenaries were known as the Silent Fangs, and James' "recruiter" was known as Slash. (None of the mercenaries were particularly good with names.) How he was recruited is not a subject that James likes to talk about, however, it is rumored that James attempted to steal a purse of gold from Slasher, and was not quite as sneaky as he believed. Regardless, Slasher saw something special in James, and the offer of a bed to sleep in and a steady income was too much for James to pass up. For the next 25 years or so James fought alongside the Silent Fangs. He did all the jobs you would expect; guarding caravans, guarding nobles, guarding rich merchants... he did a lot of guarding. But he also fought in the occasional war, obviously favoring whoever had the fattest purse. And then one day, seemingly out of the blue, James left the Silent Fangs. He never divulged why, not even to Slasher, whom James considered his best friend. James took his significant saving, packed up what few belongings he owned, and moved to Brackenhorst, where he bought a small farm and did not pick up his blade for quite some time.

James never married, never spawned any children, never even really made any new friends. The people who live around him are well aware of who he is, but most have never said more then a few words to him. He's gained a reputation as a boisterous and slightly womanizing, old man and for the most part has been left alone. So why would he decide to pick up his blade again? Simple, because something feels wrong. He's not sure what it is, but lately he's had trouble sleeping, and he keeps finding himself staring at his old blade longingly. Maybe he's bored, maybe something is calling him, or maybe hes simply going crazy. No matter the reason, James has decided to set out once more, likely, for one last adventure.

Personality: "I'm perfect dammit!" James is boisterous and bordering on being a compulsive liar. He has a tendency to be grumpy and at times is hard to get along with, but buried deep beneath his rough exterior is a kind and understanding old man. He is intelligent and cunning and despite what some may think, is brave beyond reason. He is also not afraid to fight dirty.

Skills: Despite not having fought with a blade in the past 7 years, James is still a rather skilled swordsman and is passable with a bow. He has a cunning mind and a surprisingly good understanding of tactics. He's smart, and good at getting out of tight spots. And if need be, he can be quite sneaky.

Possessions: James wears a simple set of leather armor with a round oak shield. His sword is his only truly interesting possession, its hilt being a golden serpent with a blade that is flawless and a deep black in color. Other then a change of clothes and a small bag of coin he doesn't carry anything else of interest.

Miscellaneous: "LOOK OUT A DRAGON!

AHAHAHA Made you look!"

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Are you still accepting hopeful young adventurers? Or have you reached your limit?