Hey guys. I had an unexpected downage of my access to the interwebs but I'm back. Basically, I haven't received PMs from the people that haven't posted since I said stuff so we'll be doing a couple of tings.
1st. Role Call. How many of us/you are there left?
2nd. Recruitment. After we get a role call, I'll post an Int Check and get some fresh blood rolling.
3rd. RPing !! Woot Woot
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That's fine with me. I've been a little irregular as well. Next weekend especially, but hopefully this picks up after this weekend.
ruler710 said
Okay Dsnake I'm aiming to have a post up for tomorrow night. (And I still need to update my CS I'll start thinking of an alternative way to join the group)
However it works is fine. If the rest of you want to post some character development, that's fine by me
Just so everyone knows, I've messaged the two people who haven't posted since I have, and I have yet to receive a reply, but we have a little time to wait. Also, I think you should all know this week will be incredibly busy for me. 4 total math assignments, 3 small Java programs, 1 medium Java program, 1 xx large java program, 10 page article, 250 pages in a book, two Biolife visits, a few drawing commissions, some pixel art stuff, a 2000-2800 word story, and some stuff with some organizations I'm involved in. I will most likely check in every day, but if you need something, message me. It'll be easiest that way. Oh, and check out Boogie2988. He's the bomb.
ruler710 said
Name: Kiel FeihNation of Origin: ToprakGender: MaleAppearance: Age: 22Ability: Earthbending; Primarily Metal BendingWeapon of Choice: Metal Gauntlets. He likes them because he can shape them using his metal bending. Also it's a source of metal always on hand. Much like a water bender and a vessel of water. Hand to hand combat! Biography: Born from a slave, his metal bending mother, Kiel was the bastard son of a Toprakian noble. Denied existence by his father he lived with his mother while they served in his household. Needless to say his birth caused a lot of commotion in the household, yet he never suffered any negative effects from it. However his mother was treated especially harsh by orders of the head of the house's, his fathers, wife. However most slave masters did not hit him for he had the blood of their employer. Kiel doubted if his father would have cared otherwise.As Kiel grew older his mother discovered that he inherited his father's earth bending. She cried tears of joy knowing that he still had hope for a normal life. Sadly no matter how much she pleaded with his father, he would not adopt him or teach him earth bending. His mother always said it was his wife's fault, she had always resented their existence. For they were a constant reminder of the affair that brought Kiel into the world. Despite this Kiel's mother tried to teach him as much as she could about bending, but not being an earth bender, Kiel hardly learned anything. But he did develop a bit of metal bending, but his mother made him promise to hide it. As Kiel grew older, his mother grew weaker. She could hardly work anymore, the affects of a life in slavery were taking their toll. It wasn't long before shew grew ill and slipped away one night before his eyes. Her last words to her son was that he could be much more than a slave. A few years later when Kiel was 18 he escaped from his slave quarters late at night. When morning came he expected to have to hide from pursuers or slavers but none came, playing it safe he camped in the forests for a few weeks. Eventually Kiel made his way to Ba Sing Sae where he first learned about the world around him. He heard stories of the Dark Avatar and legends of the old one. Realizing this world was very different than the one he lived in, he spend months teaching himself how to read and basic math, using many of Torpaks renowned libraries. He also practiced his metal bending, despite being able to get trained in earth bending. Kiel resented using earth bending, he preferred to use the bending which his mother had known, not wanting to show any relation to his father. His mother was his only parent.Eventually after years of training when he turned 21 he was offered to join the Jasmine Dragon, after having a few drinks with a member in a bar. He accepted the position, since he had yet to actually experience the world, and joined them. For a few months he trained in many types of combat but eventually decided not to use a weapon. But instead he wanted to use metal gauntlets because it was easier for him to bend with. He still keeps his bending a secret from most so most people think he is a non-bender. They are often puzzled when they see his weapon of choice as a non-bender would most likely die using it. Special Information: He dislikes using his earth bending. Most people even after he joined Jasmine Dragon, do not know if he even is a bender. Remembering his mother's advice he doesn't show anyone. Sadly since he spent most of his life in slavery, he isn't very well educated and isn't well versed in the ways of the world. Often forgetting manners. He likes to eat a lot since he didn't try much food besides bread before escaping. Also do to all of his labour as a slave and training since escaping he packs a rather strong punch, combined with his bending he could probably kill someone with a sucker punch to the head.So I'm just gonna wait for Snake to read this over, meanwhile I'm going to read the IC. Just incase your puzzled by this sudden CS, Snake told me to go ahead and post it. We've did an RP before so I hope this one is just as fun.
You're in. Just one thing, it would probably work better if you changed up your initiation a little bit. I don't mind that you're in the JD already, but no JD member will expose that over a few drinks. So, maybe he caught you training, maybe you witnessed a meeting/some other secret thing and to keep you quiet, they brought you in. Or something else along lines like that.
After that, go ahead and post in the IC. It would be okay if you were already under Roku's Island, or if you want to show up on the island. Go ahead and take some creative control there.
Still here :)
Agreed. Would you like to follow the yellow line?
There we go, plot progression. I moved characters, but if any of the authors would like to go back and explain in detail what the character thought or did exactly, go right ahead. Leave the main structure alone please.
This is now a time for the group to get to know one another, or at least find out that they all exist.
Executive decision time. Since we hit a plot point and neither SailorMoon nor Masaki Haruna have posted accepted CS's, they're spots are up for grabs. SailorMoon's spot will go first since Masaki kinda sorta has something (mainly a picture and a name).
Also, I have a friend I was in a great elemental RP with way back in the day, 2012 I think. So old site, old RP. Anyways, I have been PMing him and I believe he plans on submitting a CS. In the essence of saving time, we have talked about some of his plans, and I told him that he is pretty much auto-accepted and that if something isn't quite right, I'll let him know. So once he posts a CS, he is able to post in the IC, effectively taking SailorMoon's spot.
This means if Masaki Haruna comes back and gives a new CS (BTW, please don't update the CS, post a new one) that is accepted, he will then take the 2nd spot for himself, but seeing as he hasn't so far, I kinda doubt it. If someone comes along before him, his spot will be given up to that person.
Updated Lei Sheng a little bit. As time goes on, I'll fill in bits of his backstory.
This is now a time for the group to get to know one another, or at least find out that they all exist.
Executive decision time. Since we hit a plot point and neither SailorMoon nor Masaki Haruna have posted accepted CS's, they're spots are up for grabs. SailorMoon's spot will go first since Masaki kinda sorta has something (mainly a picture and a name).
Also, I have a friend I was in a great elemental RP with way back in the day, 2012 I think. So old site, old RP. Anyways, I have been PMing him and I believe he plans on submitting a CS. In the essence of saving time, we have talked about some of his plans, and I told him that he is pretty much auto-accepted and that if something isn't quite right, I'll let him know. So once he posts a CS, he is able to post in the IC, effectively taking SailorMoon's spot.
This means if Masaki Haruna comes back and gives a new CS (BTW, please don't update the CS, post a new one) that is accepted, he will then take the 2nd spot for himself, but seeing as he hasn't so far, I kinda doubt it. If someone comes along before him, his spot will be given up to that person.
Updated Lei Sheng a little bit. As time goes on, I'll fill in bits of his backstory.
"He he he. It's been a long while since I had visitors." an old man said as he used his cane to hobble out of a corner. He removed his hand from the cane, which didn't so much as wobble, and clapped his two palms together, softly, before rotating each about 45 degrees, resulting in an x shape. The room was suddenly filled with the brightness of candles. The ruby eyes of the otherwise golden dragon head at the top of the man's cane glinted in the new light before being covered by a wrinkled hand.
"Who may you be? Oh, wait. I know. You be of the circus. Ah ha! I knew I'd figure it out." The old man turned around laughing, lifting his cane in the air, and thus revealing how it stood on its own. The bottom of the cane was shaped as a tripod, with three gold-encrusted dragon's teeth forming its legs. If the light caught just right, one might be able to see the symbol of the Jasmine Dragon engraved in the gold where the three teeth met.
With sudden deliberation and odd dexterity, the old man spun around on the tip of one toe, Now is the first time anyone noticed he was barefoot.
He walked up to the two people standing in his building, using the cane, and then looked deeply into each of the two's eyes.
"Hand it over." he said with an outstretched hand.
(If you both consent to this, your characters each gave him their token from the letter. Whether it was influenced by his cane, the fact that each candle holder was shaped as a dragon's head or the giant dragon mural on the floor, identical to the one outside. If you object, let me know and I can edit).
After he received the coins, the old man gracefully swept the floor with his hand, leaving each coin, dragon side up, lying where the eyes of the dragon should be. The tokens glowed with an eerie red light before growing dark. At the tail of the dragon, stairs going down appeared.
"Pick up the coins and follow me."
The old man trotted down the stairs with an oddly nimble gait. He led the two to a dark tunnel underground the underground and the only light came from the can dragon's mouth, which seemed to spew an unquenchable fire when the old man willed it. He led the two to a large set of wooden doors emblazoned with the symbols of the Jasmine Dragon, the symbol of each nation, the symbol of the four original elements, and, most noticeably, a large lighting strike going across the doors from top left to bottom right. Underneath it all, weaving between symbols and looping over and under the lighting, was a great, magnificent golden dragon.
The old man opened the door and placed the two in chairs where tea, herbal tea, peppermint tea, was waiting. While the two didn't know this yet, jasmine tea was only drunk after meetings, not before or during. Before was herbal teas, normally peppermint. During was black tea, normally chai spiced, but other times it was earl grey.
Baqwis was standing in the inn when he was grabbed. His mouth was covered and a voice whispered in his ear, giving him the instructions to the Dragon House, where the stairs should already be open. When he arrived, another man, dressed in traditional Kilat garb, led him through the tunnels and past the Great Doors to a seat near the two seated.
The last thing Ave expected when walking by a house with a dragon painted on it was what happened. A man from inside grabbed her, and only by sheer surprise and a quick, temporary paralyzing shock was she drug inside. He drug her semi=lifeless body through a dark, underground tunnel in which no one could see, past great doors, and into a chair, where he set her upright, and she slowly gained control of her extremities again.
Light was reached before he even set foot on the black sand of Roku's island. A large group of men, native to Kilat by their dress, gathered around him. They all bowed, heads touching the sand. When this was done in Kilat culture, especially by more than one man, it meant the man who was bowed to was to follow if he wanted to live. They lead him into a house on the outskirts of town, through a hole in the floor and up through another hole, perfectly concealed, in the Dragon House. He was then led down through the same passages as the two the old man had brought through, in fact, the old man now led this group, although he was unrecognizable without his cane, hat, nor clothes. It was traditional, although not common, for men to dress wearing only a loincloth. All 8 men were only wearing a loincloth and all 8 were jacked beyond believe. They led Light into the room, first stopping to admire the beauty of the Great Doors, especially the lightning bolt. Light was sat near the head of the table.
There were a few seats near the end of the table and the head of the table was still empty, although the tea was out and hot. The room smelled of peppermint and everything was modeled after dragons. The mural from the great doors was on the table in front of them. The chairs were carved in a way to represent a dragon's tale. The teacups' handles all wrapped around the base of the glass, with the top of the handle being the body and head of a dragon. The saucers were lined with golden dragons with painted pictures of dragons on the glass itself. The walls were filled with images of elements, dragons, and men. The murals seemed to depict peace. The 12 pillars in the room had dragon statues perched near the top, with the tails of the dragons winding down the beam.
The only thing that wasn't following this design was the head of the table. The dragon's head was here in the mural, and from it spewed lighting. The chair was larger, encrusted in what looked to be gold shaped as scales. The cloth on the chair was black with bolts of gold lightning flying through it. The teacup was much larger, with streaks of lighting going down it's sides, and the handle dragon was spewing them out of his mouth, which was the only instance of the dragon's head turned sideways. His saucer was lined with a jagged, golden edge with a picture of a black dragon painted upon its surface. Worst of all, it was empty.
"Who may you be? Oh, wait. I know. You be of the circus. Ah ha! I knew I'd figure it out." The old man turned around laughing, lifting his cane in the air, and thus revealing how it stood on its own. The bottom of the cane was shaped as a tripod, with three gold-encrusted dragon's teeth forming its legs. If the light caught just right, one might be able to see the symbol of the Jasmine Dragon engraved in the gold where the three teeth met.
With sudden deliberation and odd dexterity, the old man spun around on the tip of one toe, Now is the first time anyone noticed he was barefoot.
He walked up to the two people standing in his building, using the cane, and then looked deeply into each of the two's eyes.
"Hand it over." he said with an outstretched hand.
(If you both consent to this, your characters each gave him their token from the letter. Whether it was influenced by his cane, the fact that each candle holder was shaped as a dragon's head or the giant dragon mural on the floor, identical to the one outside. If you object, let me know and I can edit).
After he received the coins, the old man gracefully swept the floor with his hand, leaving each coin, dragon side up, lying where the eyes of the dragon should be. The tokens glowed with an eerie red light before growing dark. At the tail of the dragon, stairs going down appeared.
"Pick up the coins and follow me."
The old man trotted down the stairs with an oddly nimble gait. He led the two to a dark tunnel underground the underground and the only light came from the can dragon's mouth, which seemed to spew an unquenchable fire when the old man willed it. He led the two to a large set of wooden doors emblazoned with the symbols of the Jasmine Dragon, the symbol of each nation, the symbol of the four original elements, and, most noticeably, a large lighting strike going across the doors from top left to bottom right. Underneath it all, weaving between symbols and looping over and under the lighting, was a great, magnificent golden dragon.
The old man opened the door and placed the two in chairs where tea, herbal tea, peppermint tea, was waiting. While the two didn't know this yet, jasmine tea was only drunk after meetings, not before or during. Before was herbal teas, normally peppermint. During was black tea, normally chai spiced, but other times it was earl grey.
Baqwis was standing in the inn when he was grabbed. His mouth was covered and a voice whispered in his ear, giving him the instructions to the Dragon House, where the stairs should already be open. When he arrived, another man, dressed in traditional Kilat garb, led him through the tunnels and past the Great Doors to a seat near the two seated.
The last thing Ave expected when walking by a house with a dragon painted on it was what happened. A man from inside grabbed her, and only by sheer surprise and a quick, temporary paralyzing shock was she drug inside. He drug her semi=lifeless body through a dark, underground tunnel in which no one could see, past great doors, and into a chair, where he set her upright, and she slowly gained control of her extremities again.
Light was reached before he even set foot on the black sand of Roku's island. A large group of men, native to Kilat by their dress, gathered around him. They all bowed, heads touching the sand. When this was done in Kilat culture, especially by more than one man, it meant the man who was bowed to was to follow if he wanted to live. They lead him into a house on the outskirts of town, through a hole in the floor and up through another hole, perfectly concealed, in the Dragon House. He was then led down through the same passages as the two the old man had brought through, in fact, the old man now led this group, although he was unrecognizable without his cane, hat, nor clothes. It was traditional, although not common, for men to dress wearing only a loincloth. All 8 men were only wearing a loincloth and all 8 were jacked beyond believe. They led Light into the room, first stopping to admire the beauty of the Great Doors, especially the lightning bolt. Light was sat near the head of the table.
There were a few seats near the end of the table and the head of the table was still empty, although the tea was out and hot. The room smelled of peppermint and everything was modeled after dragons. The mural from the great doors was on the table in front of them. The chairs were carved in a way to represent a dragon's tale. The teacups' handles all wrapped around the base of the glass, with the top of the handle being the body and head of a dragon. The saucers were lined with golden dragons with painted pictures of dragons on the glass itself. The walls were filled with images of elements, dragons, and men. The murals seemed to depict peace. The 12 pillars in the room had dragon statues perched near the top, with the tails of the dragons winding down the beam.
The only thing that wasn't following this design was the head of the table. The dragon's head was here in the mural, and from it spewed lighting. The chair was larger, encrusted in what looked to be gold shaped as scales. The cloth on the chair was black with bolts of gold lightning flying through it. The teacup was much larger, with streaks of lighting going down it's sides, and the handle dragon was spewing them out of his mouth, which was the only instance of the dragon's head turned sideways. His saucer was lined with a jagged, golden edge with a picture of a black dragon painted upon its surface. Worst of all, it was empty.
duskshine749 said
While we wait for that plot post, who else is excited our avatars are now ponies and now just colours? :D
Slightly. It is better than colors, but there should be some really random things thrown in too. Like a boot. Or a fishing hook. Or a wing-ed pony.
Or this guy
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