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Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom (Closed)

Sup,@Aerandir. You accepting fantasy races now?

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Just for fun - Cousin Martin - Royal rumble

Name:

Martin Lightbringer

Age:

18

Grade:

3rd year - Vigilantes

Biography:

Martin was born to a middle class family, with nothing much or remarkable. With average gifts to boot, little Martin spent a simple but fulfilling life coddled by a loving family and a close circle of friends. Sure, there was some bullying and mocking of his feminine appearance, but his bright and optimistic personality won many of these prospective bullies. But he had a higher calling. He could do so much for people, but he needed to stop being constrained to a normal life.

With his mind set, he set forth to Rhea and joined the group called the Vigilantes. They seemed a great bunch that fought for the greater future, so he put his knowledge and blessing to help the great cause. King seemed a great guy too.

Powers:

• Core Power: Child of Light Martin has been blessed by a benevolent God of Light and Knowledge. Martin is a child with a sharp intellect and intuition. This manifests itself in good mental skills and quick-learning abilities, as well as a sixth sense that alerts him when something is off or when he is about to be ambushed.
• 1st Power-Mimicry:Like his cousin, Lightbringer only needs to see a manual skill once to perfectly replicate it. This means that fighting moves and techniques will be stolen rather quickly. He can't obviously, steal the superhuman or otherworldly abilities of other fighters, but this also allows him to develop counters quicker than anyone else when exposed to new attacks. However, since he has a lack of a perfect recall ability like his cousin, his mimicry won't stick for long unless he exercises it regularly.
• 2nd-Power-Aura of Inspiration: Martin radiates an aura of calmness and warm feelings around this. This makes his allies less likely to be affected by fear or negative effects, and it is so potent it might make them inspired enough to overcome the pain of wounds and keep on fighting. This also makes him incredibly popular with animals and strays. And people who are into effeminate boys.
• 3rd-Power-Summon Hero: Martin can use is body as vessel to summon a hero from the present or the past. With an offering of a possesion or some blood from said person, Martin becomes a perfect copy for a limited amount of time of said person, complete with all of their powers, weaknesses and knowledges. However, it has some caveats. One, he needs a token offering to transform, and two, it has to be willingly given.

Relationships:

Cousin Celestine: Cel, you need some professional help... I will be your friend but please stop throwing me inside dumpsters.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha snarled, as she finished the charge, her cupped up hands were aiming at the entire scene, the ominous light energy pulsating with no small amount of hazard. "Let my will be the hammer by which the Light will punish these miscreants! She yelled at the top of her lungs, bathing the entire battlefield in curse-vanishing holy light.

Normal people would feel like if someone had just smacked them with a flashlight several times coupled with a heavy-weight punch slug, but for those bearing curses the effects would be much, much worse. Bonds would be undone, hexes would be dispelled, and unholy beings might be reduced to cinders.

To top it off, the excess energies lashed against Sasha, and a costly price was paid for her attack.

Her...skirt had ripped.

The Red Hoods: Initiates

@Almalthia

Let me tell you, squire. The difference between man and beast is paper thin. Sometimes, rules is what separates us from them. And that's why you're going to be whipped twenty times.

Von Lilen tensed, his muscles springing into action from his stupor. The man named Finlay had taken all of them to their barracks. He was going to share his cot with another fellow and a woman. A far shot from his knighting days. Yet, for all the speeches, and the instructions, it was like being a squire over and over again. The spirits and bodies would be broken and rebuilt anew. With a new fresh purpose.

And like every other training camp, it would have no lack of visionaries. Naive intentions who sown the seeds of unrest and lack of discipline. It was said that if the leaders of an army did not pay attention to the signs, unity would crumble. The knight grunted slightly and imperceptible, as soon as the stupid, foolish woman began her spiel. Really, who did She think she was? Some sort of Messiah? Soon others followed.

And with that the sharp and hars scrape of the metal against the scabbard, as Gottfried sprung into action, his blade drawn. It did not matter she was a werewolf. It did not matter there were other heathens, bloodsuckers and feral beasts amidst the sorry lot. He was determined. With speed and decision, his blade stopped a hair's breadth from drawing blood on Brighid's throat.

"Unathorized use of magic. Conspiring to break free with other prisoners. I ought to cut you where you stand, woman. And those who follow suit. But it's not my decision,as we've been told. Orders?" He asked, his gaze briefly pointing at Finlay's head.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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She tried. She tried not to fully give into anger. But right now, that task seemed impossible. Her figure bruised from the fall. Dirtied. Felt up by the cold hands of her own kin. There was a ruckus outside. There was no pudding. The lunchlady and her mop had already begun to rudely move Sasha out of her way. She stood there, limp as one of the many undead that sometimes roamed the country-side. She could feel that Alyonna had cleared some distance. She could properly focus. She could properly smite now.

She cupped her hands.

The battlefield's luminosity increased significantly. As if someone had turned on some searchlights to help find and navigate through the wreck and monsters. But it was no mere light. Shasa stood on her feet, her hands raised in the air, a bright orb above her head... that kept growing and growing with each fraction of second that passed.

"Forget the pudding. Forget the food. Forget Nidfart. I have never been vexed so much in a single day. By acquaintances, family, and even strangers. I am going to pass judgment on all on you. Including Sir Cuddles. You will soon pay the price for crossing the Yenin so wantomly." Sasha whispered, as the orb of light kept growing and growing, more power accumulating.

Royal Rumble!

-Archived-

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha's fury could not be assailed. Not only her twin sister had ruined her pudding. She had called her fat! Or something like that. Her anger had to be quelled somehow, but then again his manservant went chasing some gregorian monk or something like that. He was in a rush, and he had neglected to say even goodbye! The holy maiden was fuming. No food. Ruined. Ignored. Twinsisted. And Alyonna would not kindly move aside so she could purge the meanness out of her.

She stood upright, her body glowing with the righteous fury of denied pudding and she started furiously beating her feet towards the helicopter.

She also neglected seeing the pudding remains on the ground too. She never stood a chance, and she was defeated on the first move, her entire body falling on top of that of her twin sister.

" I will smite y-WAAAAH!"

At least she didn't hit Alyona with the hard parts of her chest...

The Red Hoods: Initiates

@Inertia@Duoya@ZAVAZggg

Promise... promise you will be nice to your siblings.

The voices echoed in the knight's mind. Out of all things he could remember, that one was precisely what came to his mind. The gates had welcomed him already. He had not been the sort of brigand or fiendish monster these Red Hoods were infamous for rounding up and putting them into servitude. They had called. He had answered. The rumours had never ceased though.

He had been marked. Mistrust and deceit followed, very much like the stench of death followed an all but living corpse. A once proud youth, grown now into a fully broken bitter man. He steeled his resolve as he crossed the threshold, clad in the armor of a hundred battles, and denying others a peek into his inner thought, as his helm dominated his presence.

Still, he would be lying if he had said he felt nothing at the sight. There it was. The sea of banners. The eerie feeling of unity among soldiers. One mind. One soul. At the center, the embers that kept such a fire alive. The commander. This Blanchette Rouge. She seemed a cut above the rest, at least in tough appearance. Far from posh and spoilt lords who more than often, claimed his sword as theirs and sent him to die only for them to get fat. He spotted some of those,too. Fendrel.

Such an elite family. Such a knave fate upon the individual. Unsurprising. The brighter the light, the greater the shades. That family was known for their renown and prowess in the field... but what price would the vassals shoulder for the blood-fueled dreams of men greater than life? That he did not know.

He clenched his yellow hood in his hand, and draped it around his armor, as the metallic sounds of the plate announced his movement. It was then when he noticed one of the fiends. The poor beasts who dreamt to be men among the Red Hoods and had been put under their trust. Sooner or later, they all lost their humanity. Gottfried had no love for vampires, for it was a fate he wished not to the worst of his enemies. And here it was one of them, in the flesh.

Besides him there was a youth, in the garbs of a heathen. His hand reached for his blade at the hilt when catching sight of the vampire, and it stood there for what they seemed eternal moments. His sight then rested on the youth. "Heathen or not, this is no place for kids. Go home." He addressed Edwin, before his words choked in a grunt as his eyes met that that of the vampire.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Whatever, I was going to do some russian business.

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Sir Gottfried von Lilen

Name: Sir Gottfried von Lilen
Image/Physical Description:
Rarely, people see what he looks underneath the armor. He has a stocky build and a rugged look of a veteran, with blue eyes and black-short cropped hair. He has a square jaw and stubble, and he has a noticeable scar on his cheek.
Sex:Male
Age:32
Height:5'11"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Rumoured to be sentenced after killing his father but volunteered (He spread the rumour to protect the honor of his family who had fallen to vampirism).
Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Gottfried is a mess of scars, a product of a hundred battlefields where men lived and died by the sword to fight for lords, riches and gods. The most striking one is a slash that goes across the entire chest that nearly gutted him. Surprisingly, there are few scars on his back. He was no coward.
Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional): He was born a lord's son and he is an annointed knight, with all the paraphernalia (several horses and weapons suitable to most situations). He may or may not be looking for an squire.