Silver Fox

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Daluuuuk you weren't supposed to kill the armored warrior D: he's important in the Hunter organization. Now I'm gonna have to get him back up again in my next post xD

The Hollow Plague (Mature Medieval Fantasy- Zombie Apocalypse Horror)

Blackwolf said
Havarr and Vicar have their work cut out form them...having to do you know, most of the fighting XD

The Beast can fight too. He has magic blades. XD but probably not proffered since he has no protection. But he'll still help out ^^

The Roman07 said
Name: Drahcir Omahazet "Drake"Age: 21Class: SageRace: Human Appearance: *ignore the pointy ears*Height: 5' 11"Weight: 170 lbsWeapons: None, but he does have a satchel full of books.... its quite heavy :)Armor: None aside from thick leather boots.Likes: To read, Study, train, read some more, and ride horseback, nature.Dislikes: Fighting, death, ignorance, stupitidy, people in general...Goal: Drake wants to find out the story behind his mother and why is it that fire does not hurt him.History: Roughly two decades ago there was a tale of a Duke whom fell in love with a woman. A woman with no name, no lineage, no history. She appeared in the church one night without her memory during the Dukes coming of age cerimony. It was love at first sight. Dismissing the rest of his party he put all his energy into helping this woman figure out who she was. Using any connection possible to spread news of this "Red haired, green eyed woman with no recollection of her past and mysterious birthmark on her shoulder" Years past and no new information came to them. Meanwhile, the Duke spent every moment with her and both enjoyed eachothers company. A year passed and still no news but neither cared anymore. They were both madly in love and the woman no longer cared, she loved her new life and the family they were soon to have.On their wedding night during their cerimony a ragged old woman wearing a unique dark garb crashed the wedding bearing info about the bride to be. The old woman came bearing an old tome stating a prophecy. Inside this tome it shown a drawing with an eerie resemblance of a woman with red hair simply named "The Phoenix witch." In the picture the womans dress draped low, showing the same birthmark in the shape of a wing. The tale tied to it spoke of a woman born of fire whom was destined to bear the child of royal blood and bring forth a new world. Most would call this the Apocalypse, and once the Duke read the prophecy, he convinced himself he was under some kind of spell, there was no way it could be true love with something considered so evil. He sent her away to be burned at the stake, along with the book and the ragged old woman. He just wanted to forget it all, purify his pain with fire. The next day the two were sent to the publuc circle where many gathered to see this "Phoenix Witch", all they saw was an old woman and an eight month old pregnant woman still in her wedding dress which was now soiled and torn from spending the night in the dungeon. Both were escorted and tied back to back on a large stake in the center of a massive bonfire. The Duke himself at the base with a torch in hand. Both women were in tears as they stood there arms bound behind eachother. A tear fell from the Dukes eye as he dropped the torch and set them ablaze. Screams of agony filled the fire and the dry straw and wood quickly turned to ash. The Duke refused to blink as he watched the love of his life turn to nothing but cinder. The screams slowly turned to feint crys and what could be heard next sounded like a babys whimper. The whole crowd went into an uproar "There's a baby in there!" "Get some water!" "Its only a child!" The Duke simply stood in disbelief as the crowd gathered buckets of water and doused the flame until a thick white smoke covered the pit. A Baby born in the fire, a story to be told for years to come. The Duke despite his whole display took the child in as a way of repenting for what he did. His love despite burning the witch never faded, proof it was not a spell. He taught the child all he knew and then some. Named him Drahcir meaning "Fireborn" in old tongue. Called him his son, never told him of his mother but word of tongue is hard to muffle. Drake grew up to be quite the intelligent young man, learning to read and write at a very young age, and often thinking up new ways of war. Before he was even ten. His days spent in the libraries took a toll on his physique, unable to wield a sword himself but reading every book on swordsmanship in the vast library as well as many other subjects proved him to be well versed in many subjects regarding war or nature. Drahcir Every once and a while he would visit the court mage whom taught him some spells, he managed to learn quite a few but his affinity was for incantations relating to fire. The court mage grew fond of the boy and was impressed with his abilities. One day the mage accidently slipped about his mother. Out of hatred and anger Drahcir fought with his father whom did not deny him the truth any longer. He stormed out in a rage and took off into the village.Incidently this was also the time in which he "accidently" found out about his immunity to fire no matter how big. Flinging a fireball into a rather large pile of horse excrement in an attempt to subdue his anger ended up in burning the entire stable along with twenty horses, cows, pigs and half the villages wheat supply. In fear of the consequences of his actions, Drahcir ran away. His death was assumed by all except his own father whom knew of his gift from his mother and sent guards in secret searching for the boy, hoping to forgive him about the barn and apologize himself about refusing to tell him about his mother. Drachir took this differently and assumed his father was out for justice. Still on the run today he goes by the name Drake and lives as a Vagrant.Personality: Id prefer to play out his personality in game since I'm still unsure which way I will go with it yet. Hope that's okay.

It's a bit unfair to have EVERTYONE else write down a good set of personality for their character and have you be the single exception. Sorry, but you will have to wait and decide what exactly personality (at least a paragraph) on what you want him to be.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

IrishAngelQueen said
Oh that was beautiful Silver! I like it!

Thank you :D

More the One Truth ~ (A Rune Factory RP)

Nanashi finished his breakfast before glancing at the time, realizing it was about time he got ready to set up shop. With a sigh, he stood and went outside, setting up his wagon and filling it with supplies. Milk, eggs, wool, hay, caring supplies for monsters, as well as some of the smaller monsters for the shop. Whistling to of a few of the bigger critters, he fixed up so it was being pulled by a Silver Wolf and a Hunter Wolf. He had some of the bigger monsters following him as well, Blood Panther, Shadow Panther, Buffamoo, Elephant, Claw Dragon.. And some others.

With a nod of approval, the long silver haired man walked to the town, a brisk walk from his farm. Reaching the town Marketplace, he walked to the large plaza and had the cart stop in the middle. He gently pat the wolves on the head and gave each a treat for their work. Taking a breathe, he reached into the cart and unfolded a sign and set it on the ground. It simply said 'Pet Shop: Open. 7 AM to 2 PM. Mon, Wend, Fri.' To let know anyone unfamiliar with routine.

Nanashi's fluffy silver tail twitched lightly as it was wrapped around his waist, his fluffy canine ears flicking gently on top of his head. His mismatched gaze of gold and blue glanced around the town. He noticed the flowershop was open now as well, he liked visiting sometimes since he enjoyed flowers. It seemed they had a visitor from the more newer residents of the town, a farmer. Looking away, he closed his eyes and simply listened, absently petting the monsters around him.

The Hollow Plague (Mature Medieval Fantasy- Zombie Apocalypse Horror)

Krypteia said
I'm headed to sleep now, but I will post probably first thing tomorrow morning.

Enalais said
It's cool, work is picking up again, so i have to get off my phone anyways.

Okie dokie ^^

The Hollow Plague (Mature Medieval Fantasy- Zombie Apocalypse Horror)

The beast blinked a little as the Guard Captain seemed to hardly react and gave a simple reply. Whatever was out there was much worse than the beast himself. Saying no more, Samir followed the hollow man, taking a glance at the thief before moving on ahead. Moving ahead first as the Guard Captain got supplies. Once stepping outside however, the sight disheartened him... Mangled and torn bodies lay waste throughout the broken town. So many broken bodies, some children, women, and soldiers... This was truly a horrific scene... One he did not wish to look upon too long. However, the beast remained calm as he walked beside the Guard Captain toward a large building.

The ground was brown and filled with ash, but however if one paid attention, Samir's large pawsteps left a patch of green wherever he walked. It was small, but it was perhaps the only lighter color in this scenery. For all the grass and flowers seemed to die under these monsters slaughter.

Flicking his furry ears at the Guard Captain's mutter, he snorted a little at the insolence of humanity. "She is suffering just as us." he whispered, as he sadly looked to the ground, scooping up some dead plants with his right paw. Though the brown withered plants slowly returned to a green color under his touch. Dropping it, he continued walking until he saw a large heavily armored man carrying a robed woman.

Blue eyes glancing to the Guard Captain at his cold words, he gave a dissapproving grunt. He could sense the magic from the woman... And warm magic... One that healed.. And that was never useless and was almost worth carrying her everywhere. Especially since she looked pretty light, Samir knew he could carry her easily if he wanted to.

Deciding to leave the talking to the humans, the large black beast with white markings, paws and underbelly turned away and started sniffing the air. Before bounding along at a incredible speed. Climbing up broken buildings and sniffing around them. Perhaps he hoped to sniff out any more survivors... But he just found a crushed corpse of a child at the torn apart Orphanage. It curdled and moaned, the soulless creature trying to reach him desperately. A frown appeared on his muzzle before open his powerful jaws, eyes glowing slightly as suddenly a blue glow emitted from his jaws. Two blades shooting out from either side of his mouth, almost looking like he was carrying a long double edged blade right by the middle. With a swing of his head, the right side of the blade decapitated the head of the once human child, before stabbing it right through with the tip.

After the deed was done, the magical energy disappeared and he lowered his head, whispering some words before continuing to cover the area.

More the One Truth ~ (A Rune Factory RP)

Enalais said
I should probably post soon.

Doooo iiiiit

The Hollow Plague (Mature Medieval Fantasy- Zombie Apocalypse Horror)

Yay! I shall get up a post soon

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Aster

The firewater dragon blinked softly as he looked at the ice dragon teen, frowning a little as Winter started to cry at Chu's stern words. Aster opened his mouth slightly, but before he could utter a word of comfort, the teen quickly left the bar. Not long after, the more tipsy teen followed suit. Worry took a knife to his heart and his stomach turned painfully. Leaving so suddenly was also suspicious, and risky when going alone in the city without much experience. Fear started to prick his way in his body, and his hands trembled as thoughts rushed through his head.

It was then he glanced toward the two hooded men, the newest arrival now watching them, studying them. Piercing his lips, his fingers clasped the glass tightly as he felt his heart pound against his chest. They know... He could see it... And that man, whoever he was, was dangerous. There may be more around, preying on the teens.

Aster was deathly afraid... But... He worried for the safety of his companions. Taking a deep breathe to calm his nerves he glanced to the earth dragon and the grandfather. "You need to leave quickly... It's no longer safe here... So hurry after this..." the red haired man said quietly before glancing toward Chu and gave a gentle warm smile. "...Take care of Myrtle... Dear Chu." he said softly, pressing his index finger to his own lips before pressing them against Chu's in a indirect kiss. Perhaps it was talking or he simply wanted to tease him back after the whole day of teasing, but he didn't care right now. He suddenly stood and waved to them.

"Now you drunken men get back to your lovely wives. They're going to scold you for being out so late . Sorry to bother you, my darling children can be quite temperamental. We just came here after all." he said a bit louder now, before turning quickly, his bangs swishing away from his eyes to reveal the odd coloring.

Instantly, the two hooded strangers stood when he turned his back on them. Hearing the chairs shift, Aster hurriedly moved out the door, feeling the two hooded humans follow him. Once in the alley, he sprinted, listening to the footsteps behind him, his heart roaring in his ear as terror filled every fiber of his being. Not too long, he found the two teens, netted and unconscious with several men around them.

Aster looked at them before looking behind him to see the two hooded men who had followed him. He at least led these two away from Chu and The Grandfather. At least... They will be alright.. Body trembling, his glowing amethyst eyes watched each cloaked hunter before leaping out of the way of a thrown net, eyes glowing as streaks of flame and water swirled around his body in a red and blue tornado. The elements then formed several swords, two of which he held in his hands.

"Ah, a adult, quite a fine catch... Though this one seems quite nervous... Yet your still not trying to fly away? Worried about your foolish little friends?" the large cloaked man from the bar grinned.

As the hunters drew closer, Aster waved his hands and the multiple elemental blades lashed out at them, the blades looking so fierce yet elegant and beautiful and streaks of blue and red meshed together to defend the firewater dragon. It was then though the large man from the bar removed his hood, revealing his left glowing golden eye... The pupil slitted... A dragons eye... And magic ebbed from it. Quickly, Aster brought his blades up and blocked a large golden sword that almost looked like a bone. Actually this mans's sword, the helmet... The armor.. Were made up of dragon bones.

"Haha fearful little dragons shouldn't be fighting... Bad things tend to happen to those who struggle..." The dragon armored human spoke before leaping away and to Aster's surprise, the bone sword left its golden handle to lunge toward him, connected to the handle by a chain. Before Aster could react, the weapon pierced right through his stomach.

Freezing, he coughed as he struggled to remain standing, but yet again another surprise came, as the tip of the sword that stuck out from his back, opened and a net enveloped him. His magic faded and his body trembled as the man came closer, before punching him across the face, causing the adult to fall to the ground. Aster wanted to whimper, to cry, to simply stop breathing... But he just curled his body and breathed heavily, before finally losing conciousness... Perhaps a safer place to him.

The dragon armored Hunter looked down at the three newest prisoners before nodding to the others. "Take them to headquarters..." he said firmly, watching as his fellow hunters grabbed the limp bodies and started off back to HQ.

More the One Truth ~ (A Rune Factory RP)

Enalais said
The cutest war ever happened in his back yard.

True very true... Truely a event to behold in wonder