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I'll get a post up tomorrow when I get home :3
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Sorry guys, I haven't been able to get on as much. Everyone is accepted so far. When does everyone wanna start up?
Yay, Kindle has fans! >:O I'm so confused right now I just started writing a bunch of flubbergub about spontaneously transforming Kindle into a bad-ass douche as a joke but it didn't make any sense and I dunno what's going on in my head so I'm just gonna sleep ;-;

G'night everyone, talk to you all tomorrow! :3
Awesome apps, all of you are accepted! Though @Wernher, if it's not too much trouble I'd like to ask you to write up a short bio and personality for your character. I added those two requirements back in to provide more insight into characters. It doesn't need to be long, just a summary and you're free to keep it as vague as you'd like. Also, here's my character, it's just a sketch for now and I'll probably add on later, but it's all I can get out right now since I'm quite tired.

Name: Squire Berinhard of Lynn

Age: 17, though the knowledge is slipping from his mind.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Berinhard is short, standing at a mere 5'5 feet in height. He's slimmer of build, though has built up muscles from years of training and assisting his lord into his armor. Golden blonde hair that reaches down to his chin, usually in quite a mess. Dark brown eyes.

Personality: Above all else, Berinhard is stubborn. Once set on a course, there's little that can be done to change his mind. Has a will of steel and bravery to the point of recklessness, he will often throw himself into situations of unnecessary danger. Arrogant and quick to accuse. He's loud-mouthed and exuberant, always ready for more action. Very curious about his surroundings and longs to experience all that the world has to offer, no matter how dangerous.

History: Lynn is one of the largest remaining kingdoms left in the abyss corrupted world. It's a land of knights and warriors, who prize steel and bravery over intellect. Berinhard grew up in a family of noble blood. His parents schooled him privately with courtesies, literature, and mathematics until he reached the age of seven. Once he reached this age, Berinhard was sent to live a life as a page, an attendant to a knight training to become one. His schooling continued, though now included were skills of combat and strategy, along with carrying out minor tasks and day-by-day jobs for his knight lord, Andrian. Throughout this time, Berinhard never quite caught onto the trait of humility, always keeping alongside him a boisterous and flamboyant attitude.

At the age of fourteen Berinhard graduated into a squire, as per custom. More important duties were assigned to him, from helping his lord suit into his armor to following along to battle with his knight. During these journeys Berindhard saw firsthand the horrors of the abyss and its beasts. Berinhard's life continued this way for the next three years, until he was cursed with the darksign, becoming an undead. Even nobility of Lynn aren't free from the strict quarantine of the undead, and Berinhard's fate was sealed like any other, sent to rot away in the asylum of undead.

Items:
Blade of Andrian: Blade belonging to Andrian of Lynn, knight and slayer of dark. The blade is blessed with a divine magic, allowing it to slice through the flesh of unholy beasts with ease. Crafted with an alloy of cold steel, the blade is hardy and reliable. A gift from knight to squire, a blessing to assist a boy thrust into a world of dark.
EFFECTS: Divine enchantment allowing the blade to slice through corrupted beasts with ease, and will prevent skeletons from reconstructing.

Squire's Set: Not yet a knight, a squire hasn't yet earned the right to don armor in combat. A squire's outfit consists of simple, sturdy, and reliable clothing designed for wear and tear. A squire must remain light to assist his lord into their armor. A tabard is donned over the shirt displaying the coat of arms of their lord, in this case a roaring lion engulfed in flames.
As the flow of campers slowly thinned behind him, Kindle made his exit. His face felt heated from embarrasment and a familiar choking feeling was rising up in his throat, he needed to be alone. Pulling his newsboy cap down over his ears, Kindle averted his eyes from the other party-goers. After a few moments, Kindle spotted a place where he could find refuge, a stack of boxes pushed near the wall that would be large enough to conceal him if he put himself behind it. Slipping behind them, Kindle would push his back against the heavy boxes, sliding to the ground. He'd been naive to think that this would just be a happy-go-lucky social event, of course alcohol would be involved. At this thought, an image popped into his head of a younger Kindle ducking under a thrown beer bottle, looking up to see the rage-contorted face of his father. The choking feeling of anxiety became more pronounced as this picture came, and a surging panic passed through Kindle.

Deep breaths... Kindle thought to himself, trying to push down the welling feelings of panic. It was getting harder though, every beat of the loud music pushing deeper and deeper into his eardrums, and every moment felt as if he were being surrounded. Kindle closed his eyes and forced his breathing into a rhythm. Breath in, breath out. As his anxiety died down to a more manageable level, Kindle began to think about his choices now. Should he endure the rest of the party, or just slip out? He'd already made a fool of himself, and he had little interest in hanging around a bunch of rowdy teens hopped up on alcohol. The thought of alcohol sickened him, why would anyone in their right mind ever touch it? It did horrible, horrible things to their minds, how could that be considered "fun"? It was that moment that Kindle decided that he would leave, deciding to never attend an event such as this again. But right now he needed to just sit, alone, and get his thoughts together. Bringing his knees up to his chest, Kindle would wrap his arms in a hug around his legs and lean his face into his knees, sheltering himself from the world he was surrounded by.
Fell said
My birthday is next week, on the 12th of September :) nice and close, I'm excited!


Oo, happy... *Counts on fingers*... 8 days before your birthday! :DDD
Haha my birthday is May 27th, which is still a far way off. xD
Hunter of Shadows said
Then there would be an Age of Dark that would eventually end, we already know this from Dark Souls 2Remember the dull ember from DS2?It pretty much implies there can never be true dark, because the flame will always eventually reigniteYour character's personalities and histories are not told via descriptions in items that's absurd, this is a roleplay not a video gameThere's no reason you can't have either in your CS, just because we the players know the history and personality of a character doesn't mean other characters doThere's a big difference between OOC and IC


Well, there isn't complete dark as of yet, it just seems that way. The lord souls are still intact, which would still be a source of fire, and we'll be retrieving those.

And yeah, I guess you're right about the app. I'm going to change it and add history back in alongside items.
Cool app, accepted, just make sure not to overpower the magic too much. You're free to be as creative as you'd like, and feel free to add or change whatever you want. Just inform me if you do so that I can check it over. I'll get my app up soon, and hopefully the rest from the interest check will still want to join :3

Edit: Would you be able to add a history and personality, actually? It doesn't have to be much, a small summary is fine with me.
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