Renny

High Fantasy Elven Roleplay

This... intrigues me.

Star Wars: The Darkstar Station Chronicles

Darth Baal is the best, something about it reminds me of Darth Bane, and he was pretty badass.

Also, ready to be rechecked :)

Star Wars: The Darkstar Station Chronicles

"Death... is something that's unmistakable,
normally seen on the face of those without breath.
So why do I see it in my reflection?"

Name: Naraal Vrail
Gender: M
Species: Near-Human
Age: 17
Homeworld: Outer Rim

Physical Appearance: Naraal is of human descent, perhaps at one time his ancestors had a bit of near-human in the family tree, which is the typical explanation for his silver eyes. He occasionally wears a mischievous countenance on his face, but his innocent composure and bogus don't-know-how personality usually sways others to disregard this. Standing at a height five-foot-seven with a slim build, ravenous hair falling around his face in a near-feminine manner, Naraal is quite handsome and wildly popular. His face hides beneath the surface, a very tangible animal mentality to his face.

Personality: Early in his ways, Naraal is not too concerned with the dangers of the Galaxy or the conflict between the Republic and Sith. His recklessness is a key cornerstone of his persona, along with an insatiable hunger for knowledge. While actively pursuing his own ideals and power, he has ignored the subtle signs of the force and the influence he has on others. His morals compass is broken, he cares little for the ripples that may come from actions, only knowing the here and now. He wishes only to live until he no longer can.

Skills:
- Force user
- Charismatic
- Insightful

Equipment:
- Dark Robes
- Clothes
- Pendant holding a blood-red crystal
- Goggles

Powers:
- Force Pull/Push
- Force Sense
- Force Bond (charisma)

Flaws:
- Unable to pilot a ship
- Overall weak, both physically and mentally
- Fickle
- Curious to a fault
- Reckless
- Easily Swayed
- Has yet to receive a Lightsaber/Training

Personal History: Born on a jungle planet situated just inside the Outer Rim, Naraal was the son of Jedi Knight Kale Starchaser, whose deeds and actions were renowned for being eccentric. Missing Naraal's birth, Kale was ignorant of the force sensitive child for two years. In the meantime, Naraal's mother: Lilmis Vrail, was at a loss for her energetic child. At the age of one, he was instinctively touching the force, bonding with his mother and others around him easily. When Kale returned to the planet, he was surprised by the amount of potential his son had brewing inside of him.

For years, up until Naraal had reached the age of 16, whenever Kale returned home he would educate Nari (Naraal) in the ways of the force, or at least what he deemed necessary. During his last visit, after much consideration, Kale decided that he would present Naraal to the Jedi for recruitment. After a bit of convincing, Lilmis agreed and the three of them were off. However, it would seem that his mother had a insidious plan for him. In a sweeping slash of deception, Naraal watched his mother lay waste to his father. Something he doubted his father saw coming; Naraal was mentally afflicted by the scene.

Days later, a rather easy-going Naraal found himself being given to a group of robed figures, some deal between "siths" and his mother was all he understood. As Limis passed him along, Naraal found the concept of losing both his parents hitting him harshly. He wasn't convinced his mother was giving him up until he had been handcuffed and drifting on a starship for days. When they arrived at their destination, the robed figures led him to cavernous spring, the energy in it dense and chilling. At the back of the cave stood an enigmatic, yet undeniable malignant being. The moment Naraal begin to speak, his mother's head was tossed towards him, her eyes open and lifeless.

The being described himself as a catalyst for change before building upon Naraal's obvious hatred and anguish, manipulating his tears and sadness until the boy was but a shell... a shell left alone with only his umbrage. For two months, the being went without name or reason for his actions. He watched with a odd amount of joy as Naraal attempted to gather himself back into a whole. When he did, a obvious calm was resting over the boy, a calm that intrigued the being endlessly. He whispered words of the dark side and its functions, telling him that the galaxy was going to become turbulent... lawless. Naraal shrugged his shoulders and welcomed the revelation effortlessly, expressing that his life had already ended, that it wouldn't be fair if everyone's weren't. Taking him on as an apprentice of sorts, the being taught him the basics of the dark side.

How to tap into his rage, feed off the fear of the innocent and consolidate that hatred into a physical and tangible strength. In ghastly whispers that often displayed his confusion, he mentioned that Naraal's relationship with the dark side was a mystery in itself. That it puzzled him that the youth had not been overtaken by betrayals and anguish, and yet held such a fathomless understanding of the dark sides primordial concepts. Pressed for time, the being ended the youth's training prematurely and sent him off on his own to learn the rest. Before leaving, the being gave the boy a pendent to wear and keep, he was told never to lose it, for it would become detrimental to his strength and therein the Remnants'.

"You'll become a powerful Sith one day. Go boy... learn through pain and conflict, through loneliness... then seek me out."

Star Wars: The Darkstar Station Chronicles

Is it possible to have a force sensitive youth who hasn't picked a side yet? Cause that's what I want lol

Digimon: The Olympos Server

@ Digizel: I noticed you had two characters, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving up one of the spots to one of the people on reserve. Totes up to you and the GM but its been tugging at me for a couple of days now. Of course, I know that there are a few people ahead of me but in the long run, it'll get me closer to playing.

P.S not trying to cause trouble :)

When Gods Come to Play

I'm interested, I already have a idea brewing.

Digimon: The Olympos Server

Well I've decided to place this CS up. I'm not looking to steal spots, I just wanted to solidify my interest in the RP. I'll be checking in every now and then so I'm hoping for a PM if a spot is opened up or not. This is just a rough draft. I'll probably end up adding more to it as I wait.

King Shirosawa

Tamer Character


"I made you cry again, huh?
I'm sorry..."

Name: King Shirosawa
Gender: M
Age: 16

Appearance: His half-asian heritage has given him a unique appearance. The pale white, almost painfully translucent color of his skin is smooth with subtle, yet lighthearted features. He stands at a height of five-foot-seven, slightly shorter than most his age and has a lean, muscular build. Curly silver hair falls down to his neck, falling above his brows and in between them in an unruly manner. Reflective icy eyes sit with a neutral countenance in their sockets, discerning all and everything that comes into his sights.

Digivice Colour: Cool White

Personality: Extremely caring but unusually distancing, he tends to be a walking contradiction. His heart yearns for the acceptance of others but he believes from personal experience that he causes more heartache than can be healed. His careful actions are often misunderstood as being rude, however, this is just how he likes others to perceive him. This self-sacrificing tendency of his only leads to driving him further down his lonely path. At best, King sees himself as martyr for the happiness of others.

Brief History: When he was younger, he was the first to be adopted by a same-sex couple. His fathers were not so much rich as smart. Their entrepreneurial goals were impressive, becoming the owners of a bakery that granted them a fine way of living. During his youth he had a very cheerful life with his parents but when he started to attend school, his problems started. Unknowing of the cruel hearts of teenagers, he was picked on about having same-sex parents. It carried on for awhile and he was willing to leave with it... until his younger sister came into the picture. Adopted from Russia, she was but ten years old when he was twelve; forced to attend the insensitive institute.

When King came home complaining everyday, bruises on his face from defending himself angrily from the students words, his parents begin to fight the school. During this long drawn out phase, the nick picking increased even more, becoming so bad that King went through the trouble of learning martial arts to defend himself. However, as the years went by, things slowed. It became rather easy to be at school, and King's outgoing and brash personality often looked for trouble that wasn't there.

Later he found out that his little sister was going through hazing thanks to his brutish actions. When he confronted the girls about it, they claimed that a barbaric family should be treated as such. After attempting to right his wrongs, King changed the way he acted and hoped that when his sister got into high school that it would be noticeable. In the mean time though, he's made sure to walk her to and from school, even if it meant being late.

Digimon Partner


"I've been training, training to fight...
training to be king."

Name: Glint (Hackmon)
Gender: M
Attribute: Data
Type: Small Dragon

Personality: Glint -or Hackmon as many will surely address him as- is a strongly opinionated digimon. His hopes and actions are aimed towards becoming stronger, so its imperative that he sees strength in his partner. Only when he is certain that his partner is powerful and compatible will he divulge his utmost loyalty upon them. His obedience is usually absolute, even going against his chivalrous morals and life-long goals of becoming stronger. Through his training with a certain Holy Knight, he has become philosophical to a point, being capable of giving good advice whenever its needed. He holds a great amount of pride in his steel white body, finding it to be a unique and beautiful material.

Evolution Line: Botamon -> MetalKoromon -> Hackmon -> BaoHackmon -> SaviorHackmon -> Jesmon

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

Myraid glistened with trails of sweat as he overworked himself, his own way of tossing aside the emotions that slowly corroded his heart. He didn't like to feel jealous or even slightly phased by romantic emotions. It was often the cause of self-sacrificing and he'd hate to die for someone after attempting so much to ensure his own survival. Salty sweat dripped from his brow and irritated his eye, he immediately wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Dammit, He cursed to himself. I hate this feeling, this longing.

As the others begun to work as well, Myriad took his bottle from the proctor and smiled, wistfully. "Thanks, teach. I really needed this," He told him, his suit humid and damp from his obvious overexertion. Taking in a deep breath, he downed a good portion of the bottle before placing it to the ground. "Good, I think. The fight brought back some dreary memories."

Threads of Power

From behind his iron helm, Silas' lips twitched downwards at Ophella's expression. She had known his name and of him. But of course she did, he was a lone knight that had made it his business to write the wrongs in the world, no matter the shadows that were cast upon his image. Remaining leaned up against the wall, he took the time to actually look upon the rest of the mages. They all seemed just a bit too carefree from his liking, speaking freely and openly, as if attending a seasonal outing instead of an anonymous gathering.

Brown eyes fell onto the king next, his countenance, though feigning reassurance, hid the lines of worry and stress. Silas kept himself composed throughout the conversations around him, familiar with being alone, it was rather easy. The magic in the air was dense and thick, a mixture of different tastes seeping through the minuscule kinks in his armor. They all held some specific form of magic, something that they excelled in more than anyone else it seemed. His attention refocused solely on the main cast, the King, the Queen, their general, and more than anyone else: Ophella. He considered her a threat for reasons that he couldn't quite understand, she seemed to permeate with power. And he hated it.

I feel beneath her... he realized, his fist clenching behind the metal of his gauntlets. She's the true danger here.

Digimon: The Olympos Server

I'm throwing in my interest too, Its looks really good and I love that you allowed fan-digimon into the fold. I hate the fact that the capacity has been met, but just to be prepared I'll work on a sign-up. I won't post it but I'll have it ready just in case you start allowing more people or someone drops.