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6 yrs ago
Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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6 yrs ago
Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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Adam bloody hated this.
Being on the back foot. Leaving to hide. There had always been mad witches and Wizards, and they always ended up dead. This would be no different.
His young arrogance, or naivety had him thinking he could take on the world. Maybe because most of his struggles he had been able to fight his way out of. Running away was something he had done as a child, and swore he would never do again. He wanted to be the best, so he poured himself into his training and studies. Until in his mind, he was. He simply refused to accept the fact he wasn’t. Even if he was just deluding himself.
Though some part of him must have known he didn’t stand a chance, because here he was. Marching up a hill, in the dead of night. Instead of kicking down a door and unloading two revolvers into a sleeping witch who wanted him dead.
So here he was. Walking up a mountain. Cold air clinging around him. More so then usual. Despite people always noting it was cold around him, and using frost magic, he didn’t like places when it was naturally cold. He didn’t like not having a wealth of energy to call upon. He energy stores were already low since he was stirred from his sleep for this trek. With little energy to absorb along the way, he was starting to consider starting a fight just to get the kinetic build up of being hit. Though not seriously, as even he could see it would cause more trouble then it was worth.


With the house finally in sight, he hung to the side. Silently listening in. Leaning against the wall in the corner. Not really making any effort to interfere, nor really trying to hide his presence. Just listening to the talk. Trying to figure out what to do. His hands cautiously thumbing the hammer on his revolvers that sat on his hips. He was definitely not comfortable with this whole thing. He didn’t like not being in control.
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So when is this starting? How many more people we waiting on?


Name: Allaster Gloomsinger
Age: 1247
Bio: Allaster Gloomsinger is a curious creature. One that was born long ago when an Angel fell in love with a mortal man. Born a Nephilim. A half breed. Not welcome in the Heavens, he was cast down to be raised by his human father. Most of his life, was considerably normal. He wasn’t told of his unusual heritage, and spent most days working the family farm.
As he neared puberty, he noticed he was getting stronger than the other boys his age, and was starting to pick up an affinity for the arcane arts. Concerned, he approached his father who explained the story of his birth. After that, he set out to adventure. Using his powers to help make the world a better place.
However, without any formal training, his life of adventure of admittedly short lived. Though he did get conscripted to join the Royal Army when he returned home. Which was his life for about seven years. He spent those years fighting on the front against the shadow realm. He watched friends die in droves. So, after serving his term of seven years, he left the royal army. He had earned a few medals, but he didn’t care about that. So he returned home, to work on the family farm.
This would have been his story. Earned some medals and gold working for the Royal army, and retiring to work his family farm. At least it would have been if destiny didn’t have bigger plans for Allaster.
A few years after returning home, Allaster‘s village was attacked by a vampire. Try as he might, Allaster could not fend off the foe alone. The Vampire turned Allaster as some cruel joke, leaving him alone after he had killed everyone else in the village. With no one to guide him over his formative years as a Vampire, he turned feral. He spent five years wandering the countryside. Little more than a mindless beast. It wasn’t until he was found by the Royal Guard, where he was recognised by one of the men. The prospect of a Vampiric Nephilim among the Royal Guard was too good to pass up. So they captured him, and retrained him. Gave him a ring to suppress his vampirism.
He has served the monarchs ever since. Watching over them for generations. As both council and protection.
Which character are you?: Royal Guard
Other(optional):



Name: Allaster Gloomsinger
Age: 1247
Bio: Allaster Gloomsinger is a curious creature. One that was born long ago when an Angel fell in love with a mortal man. Born a Nephilim. A half breed. Not welcome in the Heavens, he was cast down to be raised by his human father. Most of his life, was considerably normal. He wasn’t told of his unusual heritage, and spent most days working the family farm.
As he neared puberty, he noticed he was getting stronger than the other boys his age, and was starting to pick up an affinity for the arcane arts. Concerned, he approached his father who explained the story of his birth. After that, he set out to adventure. Using his powers to help make the world a better place.
However, without any formal training, his life of adventure of admittedly short lived. Though he did get conscripted to join the Royal Army when he returned home. Which was his life for about seven years. He spent those years fighting on the front against the shadow realm. He watched friends die in droves. So, after serving his term of seven years, he left the royal army. He had earned a few medals, but he didn’t care about that. So he returned home, to work on the family farm.
This would have been his story. Earned some medals and gold working for the Royal army, and retiring to work his family farm. At least it would have been if destiny didn’t have bigger plans for Allaster.
A few years after returning home, Allaster‘s village was attacked by a vampire. Try as he might, Allaster could not fend off the foe alone. The Vampire turned Allaster as some cruel joke, leaving him alone after he had killed everyone else in the village. With no one to guide him over his formative years as a Vampire, he turned feral. He spent five years wandering the countryside. Little more than a mindless beast. It wasn’t until he was found by the Royal Guard, where he was recognised by one of the men. The prospect of a Vampiric Nephilim among the Royal Guard was too good to pass up. So they captured him, and retrained him. Gave him a ring to suppress his vampirism.
He has served the monarchs ever since. Watching over them for generations. As both council and protection.
Which character are you?: Royal Guard
Other(optional):

Are we free to use any fantasy race? Hybrids?
Can I play a guard, tasked with protecting the Princess, who has a hand in training her?
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