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I.... LIKE TURTLES!
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Any one else ever question their strengths? No? Just me then? Okay...
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Sometimes you just got to give up, or shut the hell up... *shrugs*
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Kage... You know, that one...
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@KoL Yeah I figured as much. I'd like him not to be dwelling in the past to much, and I doubt many will know his secret, so hopefully he can stay at the school and get stronger for he minute, if he does get caught (though i highly doubt it) i guess its a life on the run. And rn he's not sure whether to be a Librarian or join the Imperium.
Still doing some catching up though guys hopefully I can post something soon XD.
Still doing some catching up though guys hopefully I can post something soon XD.
Ill be posting something in a bit
In
Shadowhunter rp (CANCELED) check first post in OOC for new rp link please
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
Will update all the Lore tonight.
So here it is ill change whatever I have to if need be :). Also if there's any grammar or spelling issues ill be revising it to fix those.
Has the facial tattoos of all of his nomadic tribe. He’s not very tall standing at 5’9, and he often wears robes of different fashions, depending on the climate. Though his face is usually covered in some sort of scarf.
Name:
Akio Sho
Age:
16
Allegiance: Neutral
History:
Akio grew up roaming the world with his father and the other monks that followed them. His mother had died giving birth, so sadly he never got to know her. As the story goes his father was a nomadic monk who had ventured across the world when he met Akio’s mother working as a bartender near Arcadia. When she had not survived he brought Akio along with him and raised him in his ways. Every morning Akio woke up and meditated for 2 hours to start, but as he grew older he began to want to learn how to fight like them.
When he was five years old, somewhere off the outskirts of the world where few had ventured, he watched his father and the other monks fight every day. On one day his father approached him breathing hard and asked why he hadn’t joined them already, extending his hand with a laugh. From that day forward he dedicated his life to learning their ways, and that glorious dance they called The Art of Life. He learned how to move with the swiftness of a snake, calculating before every strike, and making them count. He learned how to think like a fierce cat, confident in every move he made.
Years dragged on and his 15th birthday approached as he and his father were approaching one of the remotest reaches of their world, a distant sea that not but a few natives had seen. So they thought. One day when he was trading with some of the locals, as they did this time of year when they reached these seas, he came back to find his entire camp wiped out. Blood covered everything and the smell of it rung through the air as he ran to his father's tent. His father lay there breathing shallowly, slowly bleading out.
As his father died he told him of his mother's wishes, of her want for him to learn as she did and not live his father's life. Akio plead for his father to tell him who his killer was, and his father told him, “This is of our own doing, dear boy.” He coughed up blood putting a hand to Akio’s face. “We never told you, because… because we didn’t want you to live this life.” Then as the light faded from his eyes his father told him off all the places he had saved people and fought the Imperium. They were an elite sect of the Librarian, nomadic warriors that fought to keep people's way of life intact. He told him there was not always blood, some things were good.
And like that he died handing Akio a Tome he had been saving, saying it was his mother's. Akio couldn’t believe his ears as he cried for his father to come back. He had no words, nothing to describe how he felt. He wandered for a while after that until he approached one of the great Academies in the Citadel.
Personality: Akio is pretty quiet and usually keeps to himself as is the life of a nomad. When he does open up its wholeheartedly and he likes to give insight he's learned in his life to his friends. Though he doesn't have many friends, he hopes to one day meet many great people to learn from them. Any mention of the Imperium he generally has no word on, but would say he has no problem with discussing the topic. He’s strong willed, and when he sets his mind to something he does it no matter what. He can often be found starting a fight with anyone trying to oppress someone unfairly. Though he doesn't at all know what to do with his Tome and that particularly pisses him off, he's very open to new ideas on ways of learning and living.
Tome:
Just the staff.
Staff of Wind : Akio was finding his way back toward the capital when he began examining the book his father had given him. When he opened it wind burst out the pages and sprayed away all the soup he had been eating at his campsite. The color of the book had turned to a dark olive and as he picked it up again it shaped into the form of his father's staff. But he doesn't know what to do with the wind aspect of it so it's just a staff him which is why he goes to the Academy. He can't seem to find a way to wrap his head around how to use the Tome to his advantage, and can't see how it's a manifestation of his soul in any way. But that's why he’s here, to learn whatever he can, and to find out who had his father murdered, and why.
Other:
He has tattoos all over his body as his tribe did. He also knows many languages and has seen most of the ruins, though he hasn’t ventured in many. He's an adept warrior, and seems to be quicker to beat someone with a sword than a staff though he knows how to wield it. Also constantly has a metal pipe he smokes, that's a brass color.
Has the facial tattoos of all of his nomadic tribe. He’s not very tall standing at 5’9, and he often wears robes of different fashions, depending on the climate. Though his face is usually covered in some sort of scarf.
Name:
Akio Sho
Age:
16
Allegiance: Neutral
History:
Akio grew up roaming the world with his father and the other monks that followed them. His mother had died giving birth, so sadly he never got to know her. As the story goes his father was a nomadic monk who had ventured across the world when he met Akio’s mother working as a bartender near Arcadia. When she had not survived he brought Akio along with him and raised him in his ways. Every morning Akio woke up and meditated for 2 hours to start, but as he grew older he began to want to learn how to fight like them.
When he was five years old, somewhere off the outskirts of the world where few had ventured, he watched his father and the other monks fight every day. On one day his father approached him breathing hard and asked why he hadn’t joined them already, extending his hand with a laugh. From that day forward he dedicated his life to learning their ways, and that glorious dance they called The Art of Life. He learned how to move with the swiftness of a snake, calculating before every strike, and making them count. He learned how to think like a fierce cat, confident in every move he made.
Years dragged on and his 15th birthday approached as he and his father were approaching one of the remotest reaches of their world, a distant sea that not but a few natives had seen. So they thought. One day when he was trading with some of the locals, as they did this time of year when they reached these seas, he came back to find his entire camp wiped out. Blood covered everything and the smell of it rung through the air as he ran to his father's tent. His father lay there breathing shallowly, slowly bleading out.
As his father died he told him of his mother's wishes, of her want for him to learn as she did and not live his father's life. Akio plead for his father to tell him who his killer was, and his father told him, “This is of our own doing, dear boy.” He coughed up blood putting a hand to Akio’s face. “We never told you, because… because we didn’t want you to live this life.” Then as the light faded from his eyes his father told him off all the places he had saved people and fought the Imperium. They were an elite sect of the Librarian, nomadic warriors that fought to keep people's way of life intact. He told him there was not always blood, some things were good.
And like that he died handing Akio a Tome he had been saving, saying it was his mother's. Akio couldn’t believe his ears as he cried for his father to come back. He had no words, nothing to describe how he felt. He wandered for a while after that until he approached one of the great Academies in the Citadel.
Personality: Akio is pretty quiet and usually keeps to himself as is the life of a nomad. When he does open up its wholeheartedly and he likes to give insight he's learned in his life to his friends. Though he doesn't have many friends, he hopes to one day meet many great people to learn from them. Any mention of the Imperium he generally has no word on, but would say he has no problem with discussing the topic. He’s strong willed, and when he sets his mind to something he does it no matter what. He can often be found starting a fight with anyone trying to oppress someone unfairly. Though he doesn't at all know what to do with his Tome and that particularly pisses him off, he's very open to new ideas on ways of learning and living.
Tome:
Just the staff.
Staff of Wind :
Other:
He has tattoos all over his body as his tribe did. He also knows many languages and has seen most of the ruins, though he hasn’t ventured in many. He's an adept warrior, and seems to be quicker to beat someone with a sword than a staff though he knows how to wield it. Also constantly has a metal pipe he smokes, that's a brass color.
Intrested.
In
Shadowhunter rp (CANCELED) check first post in OOC for new rp link please
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
This is kagethekiller ill be making a post soon.
@TheWindelChanged his age just to better suit the Academy it wasn't a big factor, also edited a few mistakes.
Long ago the world was ravaged by gods. They say the sky was lit with glorious light, and whatever it touched, turned to ash… One man beat them back, one brave pure soul. For all his efforts, this man's name was lost to time. What did remain were the tall gleaming Dungeons all around the world filled with endless treasures, each containing a rare Pandora Dantis. These weapons are the embodiment of those old gods locked away forever in their tombs, these Dungeons. They took many shapes and names, but it was said once a human possessed the power of a Pandora Dantis, the soul of the god and that of the human would become one.
These people had remarkable powers, and were seen as Gods in their own right. One a handful of human have ever become Dungeon Slayers, and only two are alive and renowned today. One is a 600 year old monk that lived in the mountains between Mordian and Arvil, he was said to have the power of Sight. He now lead a small band of nomads around those mountains, and most people never ventured near fearing of their cult like properties.
The other Jear Dovaln, was the leader of the Republic of Dovaln and was said to control two Dantis, his kingdom is one of Magic. There are a select few that have acquired Pandora Dantis in other ways, and some people were powerful in Magic in there own rights Dantis or no. Mei University was the center of all that magical wonder. Among them were Mages so powerful they rival that of the First Mage that put the Gods in their caskets. The entire floating island was one to marvel at, and few who didn’t have the power of Magic ever entered its gates.
Magic Tools have been made called Chimes, and when one possessed a Chime they were said to be able to move building, cast spells to destroy entire cities, and speak to the Gods. But these tools could not compare to that of the Pandora Dantis, and another almost every Mage had made one, few were extremely powerful.
You are one of the people in this new world, you may look for a dungeon yourself, or maybe you're a prince of some far off land, the story is yours to tell. Welcome to Pandora.
///////NOTE:This is obviously inspired a bit by Magi but i didn't want anyone to have to watch the show to play, so here it is lol//////
The towers on this map are the Dungeon locations. If this gets interest ill start making a lot of lore and finalize everything.
These people had remarkable powers, and were seen as Gods in their own right. One a handful of human have ever become Dungeon Slayers, and only two are alive and renowned today. One is a 600 year old monk that lived in the mountains between Mordian and Arvil, he was said to have the power of Sight. He now lead a small band of nomads around those mountains, and most people never ventured near fearing of their cult like properties.
The other Jear Dovaln, was the leader of the Republic of Dovaln and was said to control two Dantis, his kingdom is one of Magic. There are a select few that have acquired Pandora Dantis in other ways, and some people were powerful in Magic in there own rights Dantis or no. Mei University was the center of all that magical wonder. Among them were Mages so powerful they rival that of the First Mage that put the Gods in their caskets. The entire floating island was one to marvel at, and few who didn’t have the power of Magic ever entered its gates.
Magic Tools have been made called Chimes, and when one possessed a Chime they were said to be able to move building, cast spells to destroy entire cities, and speak to the Gods. But these tools could not compare to that of the Pandora Dantis, and another almost every Mage had made one, few were extremely powerful.
You are one of the people in this new world, you may look for a dungeon yourself, or maybe you're a prince of some far off land, the story is yours to tell. Welcome to Pandora.
///////NOTE:This is obviously inspired a bit by Magi but i didn't want anyone to have to watch the show to play, so here it is lol//////
The towers on this map are the Dungeon locations. If this gets interest ill start making a lot of lore and finalize everything.
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