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I am a huge fan of the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan and would love to do an RP set in the world. Are there enough interested people in here to warrant an OOC? I have a plot that takes place after the events of the last book, but I am also open to any ideas you may have.
And here is my main character
Tamara Sendai looked with apprehension at the retreating coastline. Not even a few leagues from White Island and she was already getting the jitters. The calm salty breeze of the sea did nothing to calm her nerves as she fidgeted with her sash. She had relinquished the grey robes of Vyandir for something less overt. She was wearing a simple riding dress in pale blue and her Sendai staff had been packed earlier with her things in the hold. The Mahdi had been especially clear about stealth. Time was not yet ripe for a declaration.
And yet, Tamara could feel the prickling in her spine. The Mahdi, Mother Marna Domios, had sealed her to secrecy. Made her swear a blood oath. Initially, it had all been rather thrilling. The words of the prophecy, dredged up from the forgotten archives of the White Island library, translated by the Mahdi herself, proved beyond doubt that the signs were clear. The Mahdi was convinced and that was enough for Tamara.
As the small raker lapped the waves and made for Morn, the Menarian port, Tamara allowed herself a brief respite from the present worries and thought of Marna. Not as the Mahdi but as the childhood friend she had trained with. Not many people in the White Island remembered their friendship, but it had survived the tumultuous years leading to Marna's election as the Mahdi. Now, though tradition demanded her to be more than human, Marna remembered her true self when they were alone together. They laughed and gossiped like girls once more.
She knew the trust that she carried, along with the sealed letter. If the letter were to fall in the wrong hands, it would mean instant execution. And the Mahdi would not be spared too. She too would be beheaded for treason. In the White Island, the law was higher than any single person. Even the Mahdi.
But if they were right, she and Marna - then the fate of the world depended on her mission. The Mahdi had entrusted her with the task of finding the Seven, apart from being a courier. And they did not have to start blindly. The prophecies already showed the way.
"From the city wrought by the Lion shall come one who knows Tumla" said the fateful words. The city wrought by the Lion. Only a few scholars knew that Altalan was called the Lion. His royal sigil was a rearing lion. And the city that he wrought, with his own hands, lay to the west. The city of history, the city of power - Elband. Tamara knew of Menaria's rich history, of its current queen. She knew about the princess, already rumoured to have a lot of potential with the Spark. And more than anything else, she also knew of House Tarmalene. They claimed descent from Tumla, the Goddess of Water. Is she the one who knows Tumla?
Even if she was, she was just one of seven. What other words pointed to what other people? How could she find them? It was said that life is like a stream of water which branches into numerous possibilities. But when the need is great, it would bend around those willing to take the initiative. She hoped it would bend around her and bring her closer to the seven. With a chill, she realized that it would mean stepping closer to the end.
"The Great Star protect us all," she whispered.
She was standing at the prow, looking ahead towards the Ethnoi. There was no time to waste now. The winds were changing. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. She sought the void, the emptiness where no passions rule. She felt the seductive call of the Spark within her. Carefully, with the experience of years of training, she opened herself up and touched the Spark. The Power roared through her immediately like a wild beast. To another Sendai's eyes, she would be glowing now, holding this amount of power. She could feel the essence of the Wind around her, swirling like an ethereal river. She reached out and held Wind in her hands. She made a sweeping gesture and the wind around the boat picked up. It unfurled the sails and blew fast, and the boat sped forward like a seagull.
Reluctantly, she let go of the Spark. Her channeling would be enough to reduce travel time by half and she would be in Morn by morning. After that, to Elband to deliver an important letter and to take custody of an important girl. After that... She knew not where.
Tamara Sendai looked with apprehension at the retreating coastline. Not even a few leagues from White Island and she was already getting the jitters. The calm salty breeze of the sea did nothing to calm her nerves as she fidgeted with her sash. She had relinquished the grey robes of Vyandir for something less overt. She was wearing a simple riding dress in pale blue and her Sendai staff had been packed earlier with her things in the hold. The Mahdi had been especially clear about stealth. Time was not yet ripe for a declaration.
And yet, Tamara could feel the prickling in her spine. The Mahdi, Mother Marna Domios, had sealed her to secrecy. Made her swear a blood oath. Initially, it had all been rather thrilling. The words of the prophecy, dredged up from the forgotten archives of the White Island library, translated by the Mahdi herself, proved beyond doubt that the signs were clear. The Mahdi was convinced and that was enough for Tamara.
As the small raker lapped the waves and made for Morn, the Menarian port, Tamara allowed herself a brief respite from the present worries and thought of Marna. Not as the Mahdi but as the childhood friend she had trained with. Not many people in the White Island remembered their friendship, but it had survived the tumultuous years leading to Marna's election as the Mahdi. Now, though tradition demanded her to be more than human, Marna remembered her true self when they were alone together. They laughed and gossiped like girls once more.
She knew the trust that she carried, along with the sealed letter. If the letter were to fall in the wrong hands, it would mean instant execution. And the Mahdi would not be spared too. She too would be beheaded for treason. In the White Island, the law was higher than any single person. Even the Mahdi.
But if they were right, she and Marna - then the fate of the world depended on her mission. The Mahdi had entrusted her with the task of finding the Seven, apart from being a courier. And they did not have to start blindly. The prophecies already showed the way.
"From the city wrought by the Lion shall come one who knows Tumla" said the fateful words. The city wrought by the Lion. Only a few scholars knew that Altalan was called the Lion. His royal sigil was a rearing lion. And the city that he wrought, with his own hands, lay to the west. The city of history, the city of power - Elband. Tamara knew of Menaria's rich history, of its current queen. She knew about the princess, already rumoured to have a lot of potential with the Spark. And more than anything else, she also knew of House Tarmalene. They claimed descent from Tumla, the Goddess of Water. Is she the one who knows Tumla?
Even if she was, she was just one of seven. What other words pointed to what other people? How could she find them? It was said that life is like a stream of water which branches into numerous possibilities. But when the need is great, it would bend around those willing to take the initiative. She hoped it would bend around her and bring her closer to the seven. With a chill, she realized that it would mean stepping closer to the end.
"The Great Star protect us all," she whispered.
She was standing at the prow, looking ahead towards the Ethnoi. There was no time to waste now. The winds were changing. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. She sought the void, the emptiness where no passions rule. She felt the seductive call of the Spark within her. Carefully, with the experience of years of training, she opened herself up and touched the Spark. The Power roared through her immediately like a wild beast. To another Sendai's eyes, she would be glowing now, holding this amount of power. She could feel the essence of the Wind around her, swirling like an ethereal river. She reached out and held Wind in her hands. She made a sweeping gesture and the wind around the boat picked up. It unfurled the sails and blew fast, and the boat sped forward like a seagull.
Reluctantly, she let go of the Spark. Her channeling would be enough to reduce travel time by half and she would be in Morn by morning. After that, to Elband to deliver an important letter and to take custody of an important girl. After that... She knew not where.
SonofJET - Absolutely brilliant! It is a good blend of the two indeed and I saw lots of room for character development. You are accepted!
Halvtand - Very nice edits. I like them. And from now on, dan in Gor means 'of' or 'belonging to a tribe'. You are accepted!
Halvtand - Very nice edits. I like them. And from now on, dan in Gor means 'of' or 'belonging to a tribe'. You are accepted!
Name: Andronicus
Age: 20
Height/Weight: 6' 5", 70 kg
Race: Lanostran
Appearance: Andronicus 'the Tall' towers over most people at 6 feet and a half, and has a lean, crafted body. He has particularly long shanks. He has red hair and grey eyes.
Personality: The first thing that comes to mind is 'stubborn'. He is as stubborn as a mule and is almost impossible to budge. If he believes something to be right, then by all the Frozen Twelve of the Broken Pantheon, it is right! Raised in an extremely wealthy Lanostran family, he has always had his way in life. Things have come easy for him. His fluidity with the sword, his potential in working with ether - they are all natural gifts that many believe he doesn't deserve. He is, however, not as arrogant as gossip will have you believe. He has seen the light in Varya. His family had been fierce worshippers of Lanostre, but Andronicus doesn't see a dichotomy. To him, just as Lanostre willing gave herself up to Varya, so too must he willingly give to Varya. He identifies with the hunger, with the need to assimilate. In him burns a hunger for fame, for people to sing his praise. Some call him vain, but let them.
Talents/Ethereal Abilities: Andronicus is a well-versed player of the Lanostran flute and knows the words of A Frozen Heart in three languages. He is also a natural swordsman, able to move through postures with fluid grace. With regards to his magical abilities, he can forge a sword of ice to use in battle. He has recently learned the ability to send tiny sharp crystals of ice speeding through the air at an enemy.
(I don't know if this is too short. If you would like to see more detail, I will gladly edit my post. I love this RP idea and you have done a great job putting it all down. Not that I am influencing your decision or anything :) )
Age: 20
Height/Weight: 6' 5", 70 kg
Race: Lanostran
Appearance: Andronicus 'the Tall' towers over most people at 6 feet and a half, and has a lean, crafted body. He has particularly long shanks. He has red hair and grey eyes.
Personality: The first thing that comes to mind is 'stubborn'. He is as stubborn as a mule and is almost impossible to budge. If he believes something to be right, then by all the Frozen Twelve of the Broken Pantheon, it is right! Raised in an extremely wealthy Lanostran family, he has always had his way in life. Things have come easy for him. His fluidity with the sword, his potential in working with ether - they are all natural gifts that many believe he doesn't deserve. He is, however, not as arrogant as gossip will have you believe. He has seen the light in Varya. His family had been fierce worshippers of Lanostre, but Andronicus doesn't see a dichotomy. To him, just as Lanostre willing gave herself up to Varya, so too must he willingly give to Varya. He identifies with the hunger, with the need to assimilate. In him burns a hunger for fame, for people to sing his praise. Some call him vain, but let them.
Talents/Ethereal Abilities: Andronicus is a well-versed player of the Lanostran flute and knows the words of A Frozen Heart in three languages. He is also a natural swordsman, able to move through postures with fluid grace. With regards to his magical abilities, he can forge a sword of ice to use in battle. He has recently learned the ability to send tiny sharp crystals of ice speeding through the air at an enemy.
(I don't know if this is too short. If you would like to see more detail, I will gladly edit my post. I love this RP idea and you have done a great job putting it all down. Not that I am influencing your decision or anything :) )
And we need more people! Mooooore!!!
Training must begin before the 19th year. In particular, the shuna need to be able consciously hold the spark. Once they learn to do that, there is no danger of the spark dying out. Typically, training begins at the age of 16 and above in the White Island. The princess is probably already preparing for the journey.
Without being able to consciously hold the spark, the shuna has no control. Only in very rare moments of intense stress will it emanate in random bursts. Otherwise, there is nothing. There are instances of the shuna feeling an affinity towards certain elements even before they are trained, but it doesn't amount to anything but an awareness of, say, a nearby water body or the ability to sense distant storms
Without being able to consciously hold the spark, the shuna has no control. Only in very rare moments of intense stress will it emanate in random bursts. Otherwise, there is nothing. There are instances of the shuna feeling an affinity towards certain elements even before they are trained, but it doesn't amount to anything but an awareness of, say, a nearby water body or the ability to sense distant storms
Potato. I think it needs a rewrite, and here are my key observations
1. Try to bring out qualities rather than just state them. In my character description, I said he was carefree. In your post you say he is carefree. But why or how? If a person is by nature angry, then you bring that out by, say, showing him arguing with someone. Like that, show me he is carefree. Dont just tell me he is carefree. I know that because i wrote the description. You need to show me your understanding of that description
2. While your grammar and spelling are fine, I have a problem with your choice of words. Words like analyzing, phrases like 12 seconds, while correct, give a very modern feel. See if you can find some alternatives. Like "He counted to 12" and appraised or surveyed or observed
3. I love the way you describe his climbing. It has the elements of an almost super-human feat and yiur words make it seem believable. I think you should apply the same level of care to the other aspects.
4. Something you should know about the Thieves guild. More than anything else, joining the guild is about respect and protection. The guild has an understanding with the city guards and helps apprehended theives get off for a small payment.
5. I hope you are planning on giving him a name!
6. The adjective of Turmen is Turmen. Not Turmenian. The city is Bagair. Not Badair
1. Try to bring out qualities rather than just state them. In my character description, I said he was carefree. In your post you say he is carefree. But why or how? If a person is by nature angry, then you bring that out by, say, showing him arguing with someone. Like that, show me he is carefree. Dont just tell me he is carefree. I know that because i wrote the description. You need to show me your understanding of that description
2. While your grammar and spelling are fine, I have a problem with your choice of words. Words like analyzing, phrases like 12 seconds, while correct, give a very modern feel. See if you can find some alternatives. Like "He counted to 12" and appraised or surveyed or observed
3. I love the way you describe his climbing. It has the elements of an almost super-human feat and yiur words make it seem believable. I think you should apply the same level of care to the other aspects.
4. Something you should know about the Thieves guild. More than anything else, joining the guild is about respect and protection. The guild has an understanding with the city guards and helps apprehended theives get off for a small payment.
5. I hope you are planning on giving him a name!
6. The adjective of Turmen is Turmen. Not Turmenian. The city is Bagair. Not Badair
Down girl!! All in good time... If you really insist, I will see a link
EDIT: Actually, you know what? Why not? Go on. But remember. If you post anime, your character application will be rejected immediately and you will be barred forever from this world
EDIT: Actually, you know what? Why not? Go on. But remember. If you post anime, your character application will be rejected immediately and you will be barred forever from this world
I am glad you approve, Cathy :)
New map is up, folks. Should give you a better idea of the lay of the land
Halvtand - I look forward to the edited post though, for all practical purposes, you are accepted.
Halvtand - I look forward to the edited post though, for all practical purposes, you are accepted.
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