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Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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oWoD.
Was wondering if a Demon character would be allowed.

The story is based loosely on the preexisting lore of the Worlds of Darkness publications by White Wolf Publications. This roleplay will focus less on actual combat and more about the supernatural folk trying to keep the ordinary people oblivious to the fact that they exist. Most races have their own traditions of remaining hidden, so they work together to do that. However, not all races get along. This will be explored further in the racial overview.

The main backdrop for this setting is a generic town on the coast of Australia. Let's call it Townsville. It's big enough that you won't know everyone but is still pretty big. It has a university, two hospitals, an army base, and a port. It's largely a mining town, so the number of people fluctuates through the year as most people are fly in fly out workers.
Anyway, the races that exist within this world are as follows.




Please read at least some of the wiki article on the race you choose so to get an idea of how they work. You have a lot of freedom, but try to stay to clans, tribes, and factions of things that already exist within white wolf. This is for balancing sake. If you wish to create your own factions or races, please ask me before going ahead, as I may see it as unbalanced.
Name: Glyndan Fireshoot
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 64
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Bio: Glyndan Fireshoot, of the northern Fireshoot clan, was born to a long line of mages. His childhood was an interesting one. Being raised by powerful magic users was bound to cause its own dramas. Several things were different from ordinary childhood. For one, instead of being grounded, he was banished to the Astral Plane. Another is that he was forced to solve most things with magic, with nearly every birthday being celebrated by a new magical artefact to nudge him along to be a high mage. The main competition came from his brother though. A few years younger than Glyndan. Glyndan's brother showed more desire to be a high mage.

When Glyndan was 40, his Father, the old High Mage, fell ill. He tried to use a spell that was too powerful for him. A small crack appeared on his soul stone, and he started dying. Over three years, Glyndan's father came closer and closer to death, until he died. Glyndan was told to take up the duties of High Mage but passed it on to his brother. Glyndan wished a life of adventure instead of being locked in a tree fort for the rest of his life. So, Glyndan worked on a Grimoire, made a few wands and staves. Then set off for a life of adventure.

He spent around five years travelling, learning to appreciated humans and the other races. Learning to use his magic and artefacts in new and better ways. He finally heard of the Bloodrose Irregulars sixteen years ago. So, Glyndan joined up with them. He never really got close to anyone in the company, but felt like he should. He often opted to do things alone but is starting to feel like he should start letting others in. To start working with others. To get to know the men and women who have fought by his side the last sixteen years.

Fighting Style: Very flashy, and heavily focused on magic and showmanship.
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Name: Glyndan Fireshoot
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 64
Appearance:

Bio: Glyndan Fireshoot, of the northern Fireshoot clan, was born to a long line of mages. His childhood was an interesting one. Being raised by powerful magic users was bound to cause its own dramas. Several things were different from ordinary childhood. For one, instead of being grounded, he was banished to the Astral Plane. Another is that he was forced to solve most things with magic, with nearly every birthday being celebrated by a new magical artefact to nudge him along to be a high mage. The main competition came from his brother though. A few years younger than Glyndan. Glyndan's brother showed more desire to be a high mage.

When Glyndan was 40, his Father, the old High Mage, fell ill. He tried to use a spell that was too powerful for him. A small crack appeared on his soul stone, and he started dying. Over three years, Glyndan's father came closer and closer to death, until he died. Glyndan was told to take up the duties of High Mage but passed it on to his brother. Glyndan wished a life of adventure instead of being locked in a tree fort for the rest of his life. So, Glyndan worked on a Grimoire, made a few wands and staves. Then set off for a life of adventure.

He spent around five years travelling, learning to appreciated humans and the other races. Learning to use his magic and artefacts in new and better ways. He finally heard of the Bloodrose Irregulars sixteen years ago. So, Glyndan joined up with them. He never really got close to anyone in the company, but felt like he should. He often opted to do things alone but is starting to feel like he should start letting others in. To start working with others. To get to know the men and women who have fought by his side the last sixteen years.

Fighting Style: Very flashy, and heavily focused on magic and showmanship.
Equipment:






Skills/Abilities:


Other Information:


I’m not dealing with this. I’m out. I get what your saying, and while my character does fit the lore you have laid out, I’m not gonna push it. Enjoy your role play.
I don’t want to turn this into a whole thing, but what your saying is down right contradiction. I get not accepting a character for power scaling, but because of a canon science project. That as you said...

“In other words, whether or not the characters themselves exist in this roleplay, the powers and abilities they're known for do. There are still Green Lanterns, still Amazons. You may create a character that possesses these powers (be they canon or an OC), or may invent something entirely new and unique altogether!”
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Cadmus


Finally finshed my CS.








"Michael, the other suitors are arriving. You do not wish to be late." An Angel said to the First of The Fallen. Michael stood atop a cliff as he watched over the sanctuary he had built in the mountains. He wasn't trying to marry the Princess for power or love. Instead, it was to prevent another faction from gaining the alliance. [color=EEFF25]"Then ready my Legion."[color]. The Angel who had addressed Michael was Uriel. One of Michaels closest siblings. An Angel also from one of the highest spheres of heaven. "They await your order, Brother," Uriel responded. "Good. Look after Ashaehina, Uriel. I fear a war is coming."

Michael clenched his hand around a metal circle that appeared in his hand. It was intricate. Ornate. The weapon was a gate key. Created in the forges of Ashaehina, to allow the Legions to travel vast distances in an exceedingly short time. "Legion of Fallen. Warriors of Ashaehina. Fly with me. We go now to secure the Alliance." With that, the celestial threw the disk like a frisbee. It flew about twenty-five metres before it tilted up and started hovering. The flat side of the disk facing Michael. It started to glow as nearly three hundred lower angels walked up behind Michael. There were a few higher angels amongst them to work as field commanders, but the vast majority were lower angels. "Twelve Angels will join me. The rest, wait half an hour, then create your own gate. Wait outside the city limits. Set up camp. Stay close, but do not interfere. Set up a pylon so we may send messages back to Ashaehina." With his orders spoken, he extended his wings. Large white feathered wings. The twelve lower angels that were at the front of the crowd also extended their wings. All white feathered. Michael lept of the cliff and spread his wings. Catching a gust of wind that carried him, and the Angels that followed him through the gate.




At the Princess's castle, a circle of energy appeared above the castle entrance and thirteen winged figures emerged. The leading figure, clad in golden armour, while the other twelve were clad in silver armour. The figures circled the courtyard a bit, before figure clad in gold, and two of the ones in silver glided down to land at the door. With the ten remaining figures still circling the courtyard from above. The three on the ground folded away their wings. The figure in golden armour was Michael. He strode forward to politely interject in the conversation between who appeared to be the Princess, a Guard, and a suitor. The two lower angels hung back so as not to interrupt.
Michael knelt down, next to where Desmond was standing. "Your Majesty." He said as he bowed his head. "Sorry to intrude, on your introductions to this..." He looked sideways to the human who could barely talk. He made a mental note to send a lower angel to gather information on this man. He assumed he must be a suitor because he was so nervous, but not one he should worry about just yet. He didn't appear to be from one of the other major factions. "Fellow guest." He said before turning back to the princess. "I am Michael of Ashaehina." He gestured to the two angels standing a little distance back, then up at the ten circling the courtyard. "And they are my personal guard." Michael stood up. "The Angels of Ashaehina request an Alliance, and I was sent o secure it." He raised his arms out to either side. "I have nothing to hide. Your people may search my people for weapons, as a sign of trust. I come unarmed."

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