Myth looked all around him with something akin to awe and wonder. A city! With people! With everything and everyone and anything, with any information or tools he could ever use, should he be able to lay his hands on them. He knew the world of bartering and of people and of Kingdoms, but never before had he even visited a village. He kept his eyes averted from the crowd in the marketplace and instead studied the architecture and the construction of the first city he's ever been in. Personally, it was overwhelming for him. So many people, some occasionally bumping into him and turning him some other direction, for him to stare and observe something different.
Then he saw a mother on a balcony, chiding an unruly child for doing something wrong, and his heart almost cried out at the thought of having a mom. He never had a mom. Someone to give him that condescending scowl for breaking some rule. For messing something up. His tongue dried up, and his excitement washed away like dirt in a river. Suddenly not-so-interested in the architecture, Myth looked around, searching for some kind of baked treats stall of some kind. He could cook, of course, and had, on occasion, baked such sweet treats, but he wanted to try something new. He had a good bit of money given to him by his father: some of it in his coinpurse, some of it stowed away in his bag.
Not really spotting one, he looked over at the closest stall, selling firewood, and took a moment to decide of whether or not to approach and talk to the man to see where he could get something to eat. Wrestling with indecision and a sudden burst of nervous anxiety, he took the few steps towards the vendor, and rapped on the wood of the stall two times, as if announcing his presence.
Hesitating for a moment in the simple newness of talking to someone other than his father, he asked, "Excuse me, good sir. I'm looking for somewhere to get a good baked treat, might you know where I can find a source?" Then, taking in the transaction going on, Myth's eyes widened for a moment. "Oh! Terribly sorry, didn't think nor did I see. I suppose I should wait for you to finish, yeah?" He said to the customer, eyeing the silver coins with nothing more than curiosity: he only had gold coins.
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Guilty Spark said
How about you start your first post in a dream sequence where you're trapped in the infinite void, then you post a link to some metal which he hears playing in the distance as he is brought back to reality by your good music sense?
i don't like metal ;-;
Aren't we Casual/Advanced?
I'm sorry Enalais, but could you at least flesh it out a bit? I don't think one-liners are exactly good. And besides, does a government building not have any guards? And security? From what I read, your people just walked right in and started walking around. I don't think the government would like that.
I'm sorry Enalais, but could you at least flesh it out a bit? I don't think one-liners are exactly good. And besides, does a government building not have any guards? And security? From what I read, your people just walked right in and started walking around. I don't think the government would like that.
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deadpixel101 said
Isn't there only like two or three people with actual theme songs so far?
"You can't take the sky from me..."
-Firefly theme song
idk.
Why does it say that the Gift of Burim is unclaimed/not taken if it really is?
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Guilty Spark said
@Wilson, accepted but don't forget to find a theme song or your soul may be trapped in the void between worlds to wander the infinite plains for a ll of existence without hope of redemption or salvation.
cool
can i go there now?
cause imight be the first!
WOOOO!
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[s]Name: "Elismier" is the only name is offers, and is the only name he responds to.
Age: Idk. Like really damn old.
Race: Elven
Bio: WIP
Personality: Could this be TO BE RPED, if not, WIP
Faction: Light.
Gift:
--Burim: God of technology and crafting
Weapon(s) of choice: Elismier's Bow for ranged, Elismier's Dual Swords for close combat
Relationship/loved ones?: Nay.
Other: Neigh. Has a horse. Is a blacksmith. Super blacksmith, hopefully. Could the Gift of Burim include enchanting or somesuch? Imbuing a physical item with magical properties?
If this is not a good APP, I would like to reserve Burim.[/s]
Age: Idk. Like really damn old.
Race: Elven
Bio: WIP
Personality: Could this be TO BE RPED, if not, WIP
Faction: Light.
Gift:
--Burim: God of technology and crafting
Weapon(s) of choice: Elismier's Bow for ranged, Elismier's Dual Swords for close combat
Relationship/loved ones?: Nay.
Other: Neigh. Has a horse. Is a blacksmith. Super blacksmith, hopefully. Could the Gift of Burim include enchanting or somesuch? Imbuing a physical item with magical properties?
If this is not a good APP, I would like to reserve Burim.[/s]
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I do hope this is still open, this looks good.
Offered Name: "Myth Dragon," or just "Myth"
Age: 30-ish
Gender: Human. Oh, er, male.
Relic Description: A pair of gauntlets, with a special, unknown black dye over a strange metal, interlocking pieces like scale or a strange chainlink.. The palms and fingers are open to the air, and it appears that the gauntlets are a little large at first, but then fit to one's fingers unless they have want to take them off. Ridges line the fingers, and there are spikes on each knuckle, presumably for hitting.
Gives the Chosen manipulation of lightning and energy, from the gloves. The gloves essentially allow the wearer to summon energy up into a bolt of lightning, just a constant stream of weak bolts to make up a sort of lightning-thrower, or an actual powerful bolt that could send a man flying. Obviously, it doesn't have an unlimited supply. As the Chosen becomes more familiar the more powerful the bolts are, and the faster the 'mana' in the gloves regenerates.
Skills: Endurance, Fighting [Sword, sword-shield, or hand-to-hand], Strong too the point of easily wielding a sword or two, and horse-riding, among various other skills related to swordfighting and the like.
Background: The son of a reclusive Blademaster. Because he never really had a mother, and his father was a never-show-weakness, he's grown up proud, and defiant to showing weakness. His father first taught him to read, with fairy tales and histories and all kinds of things, but his real interest was always focused on the powerful dragons, the great beasts that would soar through the air and rain destruction upon its foes. As a little boy, he swore that if dragons were real and he got the chance to meet one, or even to kill one, sadly, he would take it.
When his father had trouble teaching him the points of fighting and battle, and learned of Myth's love of dragons, he told him: "Let me teach you the blade, so that you can someday meet one, through sun or storm, through army or meadow."
After that, he trained and aspired to not only meet a dragon, but become a Blademaster like his father. And he never learned his father's name, either. His mother had left him a note that his father gave to him on his 20th birthday, with two words on it: His name. His father always called him "Myth Dragon" after learning of his love of dragons, because it was a constant source of amusement that his son wished so dearly for the myth of Dragons.
Myth never told anyone his name.
Motivation: Dragons! Adventures! Be a Blademaster! Make a reputation! See the World! What the hell is all this new stuff?!
Theme Song: eh.
Offered Name: "Myth Dragon," or just "Myth"
Age: 30-ish
Gender: Human. Oh, er, male.
Relic Description: A pair of gauntlets, with a special, unknown black dye over a strange metal, interlocking pieces like scale or a strange chainlink.. The palms and fingers are open to the air, and it appears that the gauntlets are a little large at first, but then fit to one's fingers unless they have want to take them off. Ridges line the fingers, and there are spikes on each knuckle, presumably for hitting.
Gives the Chosen manipulation of lightning and energy, from the gloves. The gloves essentially allow the wearer to summon energy up into a bolt of lightning, just a constant stream of weak bolts to make up a sort of lightning-thrower, or an actual powerful bolt that could send a man flying. Obviously, it doesn't have an unlimited supply. As the Chosen becomes more familiar the more powerful the bolts are, and the faster the 'mana' in the gloves regenerates.
Skills: Endurance, Fighting [Sword, sword-shield, or hand-to-hand], Strong too the point of easily wielding a sword or two, and horse-riding, among various other skills related to swordfighting and the like.
Background: The son of a reclusive Blademaster. Because he never really had a mother, and his father was a never-show-weakness, he's grown up proud, and defiant to showing weakness. His father first taught him to read, with fairy tales and histories and all kinds of things, but his real interest was always focused on the powerful dragons, the great beasts that would soar through the air and rain destruction upon its foes. As a little boy, he swore that if dragons were real and he got the chance to meet one, or even to kill one, sadly, he would take it.
When his father had trouble teaching him the points of fighting and battle, and learned of Myth's love of dragons, he told him: "Let me teach you the blade, so that you can someday meet one, through sun or storm, through army or meadow."
After that, he trained and aspired to not only meet a dragon, but become a Blademaster like his father. And he never learned his father's name, either. His mother had left him a note that his father gave to him on his 20th birthday, with two words on it: His name. His father always called him "Myth Dragon" after learning of his love of dragons, because it was a constant source of amusement that his son wished so dearly for the myth of Dragons.
Myth never told anyone his name.
Motivation: Dragons! Adventures! Be a Blademaster! Make a reputation! See the World! What the hell is all this new stuff?!
Theme Song: eh.
And it all the powers aren't individual, they are all one thing, just different uses for it: The awareness of the Nervous System. He sees everything going on, so he, with study, can be able to pick up on what a certain flash means. What a certain bolt through the brain means. Why it's all moving at a certain frequency. And I meant to take out the electronics sight, I must've passed over it.
They are not all four distinct abilities. Well, three, I didn't mean for the electronics to continue being in my app.
The three aren't different, they're just different uses from one power. He is aware and can see the nervous system, which takes in the 'detect life forms' and the mental awareness. The empathy/thought reading is because he can SEE and ISOLATE all those different things inside your head, and study them. With study, he'll understand it, provided he's talking to the person about what's going on.
They are not all four distinct abilities. Well, three, I didn't mean for the electronics to continue being in my app.
The three aren't different, they're just different uses from one power. He is aware and can see the nervous system, which takes in the 'detect life forms' and the mental awareness. The empathy/thought reading is because he can SEE and ISOLATE all those different things inside your head, and study them. With study, he'll understand it, provided he's talking to the person about what's going on.
Dad works as a carbon fiber part manufacturer. My dad actually is a carbon fiber part manufacturer, so I know that there can be quite a bit of faulty carbon fiber pieces left over from an order, simply because it has an air bubble or something. It's not actual armor, more just decoration. If someone punched him, it wouldn't do much, but it'd just splinter if hit by a bullet or something. It's just carbon fiber plates interlocked and strapped on, really. Most of them have little air bubbles or some other imperfection that makes it faulty.
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