Eklispe

A Game of Throhs - Medieval Pokemon RP (A Revival)

lol Rajinslayer 2nd time we end up fighting.

Yugioh! : The 100th Annual Battle City Tournament

That's really all you need to know. We got off an airplane, chatted, took limos to the Khan's palace, and our favorite monsters appeared to lead us to our rooms.

dont worry about it

Name: Nolan Age 17

Appearance

Personality: Adventurous, always willing to try new things and sticks up for what he believes in. A bit naive or he was anyways before he came here. Can get hotheaded at times and lose control of his temper but is Pre-Transport Story: Nolan was a star jock at his school, very popular and always had friends around him. Although he always had a feeling that his friends were just around because of how popular he was, but he tried to ignore this for the most part. Nolan felt that for some reason he was wasting his life here, but had no idea why or what to do to fix it

Post-transport Story

When Nolan first arrived he was obviously scared and very confused not to mention rather chilly and surrounded by mounds of gold and jewelry. He looked around bewildered until a voice told him to go forward. The thought of disobedience never even crossed him mid and he walked through the mounds of wealth obvious to all of them, his only thought to follow the voice. It lead deep into the trove of treasure to a deep blue colored cloak on a stand. Still enraptured by the voice Nolan could do nothing but slowly walk up to it and wrap it around his shoulders. The cloak seemed to emit a sigh as it wrapped around him and somehow spoke to him, "Alright human, your pathetic, but even you can make something out of yourself with my powers." Nolan stood there confused for a moment and it seemed the cloak emitted yet another sigh, "Humans really are the stupidest aren't they. Let me make this simple for you stupid creature, i am magic and can talk to you, now do something useful grab some jewels, get out of here, and establish a reputation for me." Dumbfounded by this magic cloaking talking to him he could do little more than as it commanded and he stuffed several valuable gemstones and pieces of jewelry in his bag and left the fantastic cave. Shaking himself from his stupor as he came out into the sunlight he angrily demanded of the cloak just what exactly it was. However as he did a bolt loosed from some nearby bushed and pierced straight through his body. Which had turned incorporeal. Nolan stared in shock as the bolt passed through him causing no harm and then his gaze turned to the bushes it had come from. "HEY! THE FREAK WAS THAT!?" he shouted angry and surprised. "Idiot." the cloak said before a scruffy looking man stood up from the bushes, "I could ask the same thing, what the hell are you?" the bandit asked angrily. "Tell him to take you to his leader, also my name is Loden." the cloak whispered mentally. Nolan saw no better idea and simply said as such. The bandit scowled angrily at him, "You're a freak, but the boss might be interested in whatever you are." and lead him away. The boss yelled as the random bandit came into camp, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Loden spoke again, "Tell him you're a solider sent from the Gods to aid their cause," still unsure of what exactly was going Nolan did as he was told. The boss laughed mockingly, "You're insane, kill em boys." Several bandits rose up and attempted to beat Nolan down but he remained incorporeal and the attacks had no effect on him. The boss gazed at the boy and reassessed, perhaps he could be of use after all. "Well, i suppose we could use you." The boss explained that they were only bandits because of how the cruel Duke of the province had forced them out of their homes taking all they owned. Nolan ending up helping the bandits and using him money to help the rebels take the province and est up their system of rule. On the way he became an expert with a bow and quite adept with a sword, gaining a mask as his trademark and learning more about Loden's powers.

Hero Object

Hero Object Personality: Sarcastic, cold and uncaring.

Blade Master Academy

Oh no a gun. Better put MEH BIG SWORD IN DA WAY AND WALK IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION

The Magic Apprentice(s)

Bristlebane considered the question, what was a good enough reason to convince this mysterious wizard. Because i want to probably wasn't good enough, he could lie, but he got the feeling lying to this man was a very bad idea. Come to think of it why did he want to learn magic so bad that he would wander aimlessly in a forest and face a Chimera to do so. Because i already know everything else wasn't a very good answer either. Bristlebane pondered searching himself for the real reason he wanted this, finally somewhat unsure of himself he manged to stammer out, "Because, because I want to have the power to control my own fate, and make a difference."

A Game of Throhs - Medieval Pokemon RP (A Revival)

Zaegar faced the angry man with an unfazed and cool expression and silently listened to his rant and let himself be picked up by the collar. If this man thought his blazing dark eyes and shadows could scare him he was severely mistaken, this wasn't Zaegar's first experience with arrogant nobles and it wouldn't be the last. The dagger he had in his left hand suddenly gently pricked through the noble's shirt and against his skin, "Whatever game you want blue-blood, but make sure you know what you're playing for." he said with a cold, polite voice, his eyes emotionlessly staring back into Korrigans, "After all you nobles, you always get what you want don't you?"

Yugioh! : The 100th Annual Battle City Tournament

Moros glanced up from his food to see two duelists fiddling with the Dueling Platforms. It wasn't very interesting so he quickly pocketed some food as he sensed the event was coming to a close. Then the Khan revealed the monsters that were to escort everybody to their room. He looked around curiously for the king but couldn't find him, he turned around and the king was right in front of him. He grinned, of course that's where he would be. Moros gestured forward, "Lead on my king." and the cloaked skeleton silently led him to his room where Moros quickly attempted to fall into a blissful slumber.

A Game of Throhs - Medieval Pokemon RP (A Revival)

Username: Eklispe Name: Zaegar Age: 20 Gender: Male Allegiance: Self Weapon: Body, Flames, Blades.

Feral Form

Combusken Ability- Speed Boost: Speed Boost raises the user's Speed stat by 50%, at the end of each turn in battle. Moveset -Mirror Move -Flame Charge -Protect -Brick Break

Appearance

Personality: Zaegar is a cold uncaring individual, he watches out for #1 over all else. At least that’s what he tries to look like. He reality he has a soft spot for other homeless folks or orphans like himself. His tough attitude will fool anyway on first look but after a day or so the cracks in his facade become noticeable. Zaegar is tenacious to a fault and has a hard time letting go of something he’s set his sights on. He can be a bit of a Kleptomaniac at times if he finds something that really grabs his attention. Biography: Zaegar grew up on the streets of on of the many corruption filled cities that dotted the continent, a street waif with only one thing to his name, a strange colored stone on a necklace. He lived the way all the other street urchins did, by stealing. It was a hard life growing up and Zaegar became used to hardship. As he grew up he learned to control his Morphing powers and often used them to save himself from a pinch. Partially transforming made him stronger and gave him more speed that saved him from many a danger. Zaegar did whatever he had to in order to survive but as he grew older and his powers grew stronger and he began to change. Instead of solely stealing to feed himself he would often give food to younger kids. Soon he became a hero to the kids that lived on the streets and was given a bounty. Quote: "Deal with it yourself, aw fine take this, but don't tell anyone alright kid? Can't let those stinking nobles hand you out to dry."

A Game of Throhs - Medieval Pokemon RP (A Revival)

Zaeger had remained impassive as the Articuno's peak stopped a hairsbreath from his throat. He hadn't been concerend, a little impressed with how fast the evil bird could move but concerened? No. And then even more to his great offense one of the pigheaded nobles there decided he would pet the dang bird and didn't even get his head bitten off. "Hey, hey, hey!" he said pushing through the two gaurds in front of him. "So let me get this straight." he began angrily, "In nearly die because I accidently toss a rock somewhere in the bird's vicinity, but this red hedgehog gets to hug him without even a look in his direction." He knew that nobles were arragent swine but even this was taking it a bit far. Zaeger glared back at tge Articuno returning every ounce of his predatoral look with an air of offened superiority and a look of total disdian, now he was praticlly begging the stupid bird to come and fight him. Zaegar wasn't worried about his own safety and the more trouble he could cause these stupid nobles the better.

Can I get a warm welcome?

Here have some hot chocholate. Have fun