Izaka Sazaka

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

Finished the profile. I increased the age a bit since he's a wayward traveler and not a keyblade bearer, hope that's alright?

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

"If it pleases your majesty, I am no master of the martial ways, but by nature my trade is still the ways of war. For you see, my lord, I am a tactician and my contributions are therefore worth more to you than any one soldier can ever be."


Galen 'Urik' Gallatin

Age: 18

Personality: Galen hails from a world where the realities of death are very, very real. As a former heir to a noble lineage, his intellect is at all times his greatest weapon and with so much time spent honing it he has somewhat neglected his body. That being said, by his very nature Galen is lazy in regards to almost all forms of physical activity, instead preferring the company of thick novels and complicated treatises. This is not to say that he isn't personable, just that he much prefers the topic of whatever conversation to be able tactics of philosophy as opposed to the nature of the night's rations or what this sudden turn of the weather might mean.

Weapon: Roc-Feather Wand - An implement that amplifies the power of magic, it was crafted from the feather of a mighty rock and contains the essence of the wind itself. The size of a short-sword, when wielding magic the fibers of the feather disperse to help stabilize projected mana. However, in close-quarters these fibers can be retracted and hardened to make the feather into a sort of make-shift sword.

Magic List

Thunder: A burst of magical energy which zaps the opponent.

Poison: A malignant malady which drains away strength.

Reflect: A mighty shield which wards away damage.

Slow: A wrinkle in time which reduces reality to a crawl.

Cure: An aura of life which restores lost resolve.

Destiny’s Oath: Gluttony of Atomos - A magical vortex which magnifies innate magnetic and gravitational energies. With the portal open physics become a thing of fancy, changing at the whim of the user to confuse, complicate, and confuzzle the opponent. When used as a finisher, the opponent is simply sucked inside and crushed down to the very last atom, molecular or ionic bonds ripped apart by the force of unstable gravitational energies.

Trinity Limit: Galen begins the attack by using gravitational magic to rip up four large boulders from the ground, before spinning them in a clockwise motion. The boulders close in on the target, slamming into and trapping the opponent between them. The attack then diverges; if the party is mostly mages then they combine their power into a devastating array of lasers, energy spheres, and concussive blasts before finishing the target with a massive gravitational vortex. If the party is mostly melee fighters, then the three unsheathe their weapons and stylishly set about attacking the enemy with flurries of slashes, cutting clean through the boulders in the process, finishing as all three array themselves in a triangle around the target before racing towards each-other and delivering three simultaneous slashes with all their might.

Sample Post: 'To get up or not to get up, that is the question?' An unenthused pair of dull grey eyes stared absently up towards the brilliant blackness of the night sky. The spread of the stars on the vast horizon, they way they shimmered and sparkled and shined, such beauty was almost otherworldly. It was like an art masterpiece, the sensation of the moment was enough to grip the tactician, to keep him rooted, unwilling to let him go for fear the majesty of the stars and their infinite reflections would be lost to the corridors of time. But alas, in his current predicament it was only a matter of time before the infinite moment was broken. "Um', hello, sir'. What exactly are you doing? I mean, the middle of the street isn't really the best place for star-gazing." That was it then, the answer to his previous question: to get up it was!

The robed figure drew himself upward with some difficulty. His bones ached and his muscles burned; just what form of magic had brought him here in the first place? Gazing around the plaza in which he was now situated Urik could make out the forms of various stores and buildings. It was a far cry from where he'd previously been; a land of battlefields and sorcery. "Um', sir', hello~" It was that voice again. That soothing, annoying, curious voice. Reluctantly the wayward mage turned to face his interrogator. "I suppose your right, the street isn't the best place for star-gazing."



CS is a work in progress, probably to be finished within the next hour or so. Also interested in playing Hades if that's possible? I don't mind providing a sample post for him if that helps. Also wondering whether or not the age limit can be bumped up for my character if I'm playing a wayward traveler?

Desert Fantasy (Prince of Persia meets Aladdin)

Interested on playing both sides of the fence, both Sultan's Guard and Thief seem like intriguing options.

The Elder Scrolls: Circle of Regicide

Interested.

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Just recently finished my profiles. If anyone is interested in partnering please shoot me a PM~

Link to the profiles

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

I put up some uncompleted CS's that should be done tomorrow. As a quick question what level of power should the familiar be? Is it more like an animal pet/companion or War-beast?

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Valeria Vicinte

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Personality: No non-sense sort of person. Those hours which aren't spent in the training yard sharpening her sword and body are instead spent in the library polishing her intellect. An avid reader of tactics and philosophy Valeria isn't one who speaks often but when she does speaks freely from an enlightened perspective.

Equipment: Recruit's Breast-Plate, Recruit's Polearm, Recruit's Shield, Chain-mail, Ruby Short-Sword.

History: A warrioress who fights for justice and honor, Valeria aspires to be like the heroes of old; a paragon of righteous virtue unswayed by the corruption of the world. She sees her entrance into the academy as a way to get her reputation started and plans to embark upon a heroes' path once she leaves its gates.

Paired with: Ishye

Emotional bond description: Ever since their fated meeting in a lonely forest, Valeria has taken Ishye under her wing and done her best to help teach him about the ways of the warrior. Like a teacher to a student, a mother to her son their shared experiences have been in the spectrum of both joyous and painful.

Artifact: Laevateinn: Sword of the Inferno

Artifact description/pic: A sword whose blade is red-hot to the touch. It projects the very essence of fire itself, commanding waves of flames which cover its edge.

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Galen 'Urik' Gallatin

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Personality: Easy-going almost to a fault. Years of skating by through the powers of his own innate magical potential have gifted Urik with a rather light-hearted view of life. He's more likely to spend his days dozing somewhere or engrossed in an exciting novel than studying for tests or practicing mystic spells. That being said, he can be galvanized somewhat by bets and games of chance, as he is always more than willing to 'play the odds'.

Equipment: Roc-Feather Wand, Nobles Robes, Novus Grimoire, Blood-Rite Ring.

History: The second son of the influential 21st Viscount of Urik, Galen was naturally excluded from this possible inheritance and therefore dispatched to Saint Aldareen where his previously discovered magical talents could be put to use.

Paired with: None Currently.

Emotional bond description: N/A

Preferred Element: Gravity

Casting style: The cautious approach, sometimes slow but always effective.

Familiar: Cerberrul: Demon hound of the underworld.

Familiar species and description/pic:


Other: Known far and wide for his rather crippling gambling addiction. When offered a game of chance its almost impossible for Urik to turn it down.

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Is it to late to submit a sheet for this?

The World of Roulit

My bad.

-Shifty eyes.-

The World of Roulit

The twenty first Count of Urik strode brazenly towards the end of the hall, brilliant robes in hues of blue and gray and gold streaming like standards in his wake. Gold and silver, rings with various stones and adornments surrounded those icy fingers which gripped intensely the scroll within their reach. The scroll itself was innocuous enough, much unlike its holder, an irony, an enigma as to why someone so important would be holding something to trifling. Count Urik approached the large oak doors at the end of the halls in a rapid manner, an action which caused the soldiers who stood guard there no small manner of agitation. 'S-stop, the Lord Marquis is in a meeting!' Count Urik barely paid the man any attention. Such dim-witted fools were the fodder of Kantle's army, the real power behind the throne. Sure their lord the King ruled with an iron grip but at the end of the day it was the armies that enforced his commands, armies which remained loyal only because they received a stipend at the end of each season. "He's expecting me." A blatant lie, but the force and measure by which the phrase was uttered was enough to cow the two men who stood by, pale faced and loose-handed.

The oak doors burst open to reveal to the Count their secret quarry. The two men inside, His Lordship the Marquis of Lycia and the Count of Renais both bolted upright, clearly perturbed by the violent interruption of their meeting. The two men waited for the doors to shut secured behind him before speaking. 'Your Lordship Urik, what brings you here?' It was the Marquis who spoke, hands fidgeting idly at his sides. In the meanwhile, Count Renais seated himself, seeing no reason to stay standing simply because his inferior was doing so. "Your charade is over. These documents prove your subterfuge; I'll admit, funneling money away from the wayward garrisons was a neat trick, but as you no doubt know the King will bridge no betrayal of his trust. The palace guards are on their way, what say you in your defense? Admission is much superior to torture." By now both men had caught the frightful set of jitters the Marquis had previously displayed. This time, it was the Lord Count who spoke, 'Supposing your bluff was true, we'd be taken to the courts, a place where your power does not extended. Begone Count Urik, regardless of the outcome our weight in gold will secure our future stability.' Count Urik only smiled as the doors behind him burst open, the room filling to the brim with men in stunning black armor. "We shall see your lordships, we shall see."