Zombehs

Affinity (A Magic Based RP)

I will plop some interest down and keep an eye on this.

Era of Peace (Fantasy/School RP)

Kuroneko said
Whoever said elves were long lived? Only fairies and their guardians are immortal.Elves, beast-kin and humans who aren't guardians all have the same 90-or-so year life-span.As for your description I don't have any real problem with it but I would prefer an embedded image. Maybe embed the two images at the top and then add "Description:" between Affinity and Personality.

Ah, whoops, over looked that the two elves were also Guardians, my mistake for making the assumption. And sure I'll make the changes.

Pokemon: The Stuff of Legends

If only I could be so grossly incandescent.

Anyways, feel free to have Chau receive the message if you'd like, or another guard who's arriving/following Talonflame could get to it first, doesn't really matter to me.

Pokemon: The Stuff of Legends

“There’s little fault with their skills,” he admitted with a small nod, pausing for a moment, before he continued, “though, some personalities may be problematic.” Two people were on his mind with that comment, namely two ladies of the Royal Guard. Claire and Ana were good enough fighters, great in fact, but he worried that if the two were to ever spar it would escalate quickly. That was only a prediction though; hopefully the two would be mature enough and remember their position to reign in any tempers or competitive streak. That aside, he nodded again to show that, yes, he did indeed suspect why the meeting had been called. “Troubling, but necessary. I do plan to dispatch some men to investigate.”

Anything else on the matter could wait for the others to join them, and they seemed to be doing just that. It must have only been a few moment after he finished when Claire walked in to join them. He returned her salute before turning his attention to the, “Sir,” that came in from the hall. Opening the door, he followed the dark blur that slipped through his legs and into his shadow before looking at the two fully armoured guards standing at attention in front of him. He saluted to the both of them before nodding to either side of the doors.
“Good time men. The other Royal Guards and Princess Adelaide should be joining us shortly.”
“Yes sir.” Having received their orders, the pair of guards took up positions flanking the entrance to the councillor’s chambers. It might have been a tad unnecessary given how the Royal Guard would be gathered inside, but procedures had to be followed after all. Letting the doors close, Chau turned around just in time to catch the final ripples that accompanied a Teleport.

‘Four more,’ he thought as he watched Zion materialize into the Royal Advisor’s seat. Returning the older man’s nod with a slight bow, his attention shifted once again as the door was pushed open once more. Sorren’s entrance was a bit odd, but nothing worth too much concern. Much like the man himself really, but that was a thought for another time. He gave the younger man a nod before closing his eyes to speak with Gengar. ‘Good work.’

Unlike Gardevoir, Gengar was unable to communicate telepathically. It could read his thoughts while it lurked in his shadow, but the transmissions only went one way. He could tell his partner was pleased at the compliment though, emotions being simple enough to be shared. With that addressed, because his Gengar got moody if ignored, Chau focused once more. Or would have if he didn’t have to hold back a chuckle at his companion’s indignation, which was promptly followed up with a bit of sulking.

Pokemon: The Stuff of Legends

Actually meh.

Era of Peace (Fantasy/School RP)

Name: Kalo Nightwing
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Western Dragonkin
Elemental Affinity: Darkness

Description: In his 'human' guise, Kalo is just a bit over six feet, though it’s usually quite rare to find Kalo standing at his full height. He usually slouches a bit making himself seem smaller than he actually is. Plenty of people have mistaken the lone and slim male to be easy prey, but his frame bellies the strength almost every member of his race has. The usual defining traits of a Dragonkin have all been hidden quite well by Kalo, and he’s more often mistaken for a human. Anyone smart enough would realise his true nature by the red glow of his eyes though. Under his heavy clothes are more signs; scales cover most of his limbs and neck, while sharp claws tip his fingers rather than nails, and his hair obscures the pointed and scaled tips of his ears.

As a dragon, he is barely considered more than a whelpling amongst Dragonkin, and his transformation reflects this; being quite small. At only about a meter and a half in height, nine in length, and with a wingspan of fifteen, he’s a far cry from the great wyrms of legend. Unlike others of his kind, Kalo only has scales on the underside of his body. In exchange for this loss of natural armor, he’s more lithe than an average Dragonkin, and can move in and under water swiftly.

Personality: A kind person at heart, being exiled has nevertheless left Kalo mistrustful of strangers and acquaintances alike, and he holds most at a distance. While polite, he generally doesn’t stick around long enough for people to get to know him. Add on the fact that he’s a man of little words, and well it’s not too easy for most people to approach him, especially when he takes notice and a pair of flaming eyes turn their way.

Kind doesn’t mean a pushover though, and if needed Kalo isn’t afraid to get violent. He’ll likely try to avoid conflict as best as he can, but sometimes there’s just no getting away. He doesn’t see himself as a hero, but he does try to help others out when he can. Interfering with that is generally one of the best ways to see his true nature.

Background: Kalo was born into a clan of Dragonkin that, though small in numbers, was known for their beauty and magical ability. Almost every member was colored with their affinity for magic, resulting in a majestic sight when every member took flight. White and black were unique in that there were only ever one present in the clan at anytime, the reason unknown. The White Drake would naturally be praised while the Black Drake ostracized, despite the best attempts to treat them no differently. The scars of the Thousand Year War simply ran too deep, even at the possibility of alienating someone who would wield the same power.

While not all of the clan hated a child who had committed no crime, there were those who took their ire out on him. The two sides never came into direct conflict, and their presences struck an uneven balance. Those who targeted him could never act too rashly, but those who supported him weren’t capable of fully stopping what actions were taken. It wasn’t easy, but there wasn’t anything that really drove Kalo to leave his ‘home’, not yet anyways.

Up until he was old enough to be called an actual ‘drake’, there wasn’t much indication of his magical affinity aside from his coloration. With the coming of age came the usual ceremony as well though, a Dragonkin’s first transformation and with it came irrefutable proof of his affinity. For their clan, transformations were accompanied by a nova of magic, a sign of their strong ties with magic. Elder Wyrms could literally freeze the air around them or scorch the earth by simply assuming their ‘true form’, but that is besides the point. With Kalo’s first assumption of his dragon form, a wave of darkness rolled over those who attended. His supporters, friends, and family were unnerved at the eerie sensation. Those who already hated the power he held? It was enough to drive some into a rage, one that would end when he laid dead. It wasn’t a bloodbath that turned clan members upon one another, but Kalo fled for his life while those who wanted him dead were held at bay.

Lost at what to feel, Kalo wandered aimlessly. The brief taste of flight and the freedom it brought was enough that he didn’t wish to lose such a form, yet with it came a painful reminder of why he had lost almost everything. In the end he resigned himself to suppressing more and more of his Dragonkin nature to blend in with the humans. His tail and wings eventually all but disappeared after a few years, while other features receded enough to be concealed by heavy clothing. His eyes were forever changed though, and now blazed with inhuman fire. The suppression of what was natural came at a cost though, transformation was now even more difficult for him than normal, but it didn’t bother Kalo all too much. He lived amongst the humans for the most part, he rarely needed to bring out his ‘true form’.

And as the years passed by without much incident, Kalo had long pushed his old clan and the incident to the back of his mind. Yet a Black Drake is never forgotten, even if left alone. He didn’t know how they found him, but his old tormentors were clear enough when they dropped from the sky.

“Go to the Guardians.”

Pokemon: The Stuff of Legends

Rune_Alchemist said
...and I'll probably spend all day on here. man I need a life.

One of us. One of us.

An action-oriented, hack'n'slash-zombie, political, inspired-by-HotD epic roleplay?

Volenvradica said
Grateful.

Interesting. I assume once the OOC gets up, more specifics will be given in terms of the scenario and what sort of characters are allowed?

Will wait patiently.

Pokemon: The Stuff of Legends

The day started early and ended late for Chau, even for the Royal Guard’s Head. To some it was unnatural, others simply thought he was a machine, but none would be surprised to find him up and about before the earliest sunrises. The human body was adaptable after all and even a few hours of sleep, given enough time to adjust, would prove enough.

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While his responsibilities were never too far away, waking to the darkness before sunrise offered Chau freedom for a little while. He took a moment to stare at the shadows cast by the torches lining the walls of his room before finally getting out of bed. A window was opened to let some fresh air flow in, and stifling a yawn he looked to his companions. Gardevoir was still rousing, slow as usual, and blinking the weariness from her eyes. Gengar was already wide-awake and in his shadow, a paw protruding to wave at him before it withdrew. Having made sure they were in order, Chau looked to attend to himself; donning his usual attire and equipment, heading down to the kitchen, before finally beginning his daily exercise. Gengar tagged along as usual; Gardevoir was left to her beauty sleep, she had never gotten used to his strange schedule.

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Sheathing his blade cleanly after a swing, Chau let out a deep breath before he glanced to the horizon again. The towering walls of the castle blocked his view, but he could feel the source of unease that laid past them and far off in the distance. While the first signs of sunrise had done a bit to ease the unpleasant sensation, and it had only dulled since then, it was still of grave concern. Whatever the cause was, Chau had little doubt it would be a threat to the kingdom, if only through its existence. That was how wrong it had felt when he first felt it wash over him mid-way through his exercises, causing him to freeze.

With a sigh, he turned to glance at Gengar who had left its usual ‘home’ when he begun the routine. It sat upon a nearby bench with an unhappy expression despite having devoured the portion of meat Chau had intended to eat. Evidently the sensation had not been limited to only him, his companion had felt it too. As he approached, it seemed to snap out of a reverie as it shook its head, looked at him, and then floated over to dive into his shadow. While normally he might have grumbled at his companion being a glutton, today it seemed to need that treat, so he bit into the cornbread without complaint. The other Royal Guards would be awake or awakening soon, and a change of plans was due. ‘Looks like Sorren is getting some work,’ he thought to himself as he began to make his way back to his room.

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The pair of them only managed to leave the grounds when a familiar sensation touched Chau. His vision swam and the world seemed to twist itself on to a point ahead of him before everything snapped back to normal and Gardevoir had appeared. ‘Morning. Zokura called for a meeting in the counsellor's chambers. I suspect she expects you by the hour. The others will be there too.’ Her speech, or would it be thoughts, was curt and straight to the point as usual. It was rather sudden, but if it was to discuss whatever had happened this morning, and he figured it was, then Chau approved. While he would have liked to grab something more substantial to eat, amongst other things, they would have to wait. He would be hard pressed to reach the chambers on foot as it was, and so he nodded at Gardevoir.

“If you would?”

The world twisted once more, his vision went white, and then… pain. Teleport was an unusual ability, and from what Gardevoir had told him at the least, not meant for humans. Some people could endure it with only discomfort, but frankly he wasn’t one of them. He was a soldier though, pain was nothing new, and the conveniences of such an ability couldn’t be ignored. So even as he allowed himself to lean against the wall outside the chambers, trying to catch his breath, he smiled at her and gave his thanks. It didn’t do much to assuage the frown she had, but it was all he could give.

It only took him a few moments to regain his composure before he straightened out with a grimace; he’d be feeling that for the day. Pushing the pain aside, he smoothed out his clothes and fixed his appearance up as best as he could. At Gardevoir’s nod, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside quietly, closing them behind him. Noticing the two already here immediately, he quickly gave them a bow while Gardevoir did a curtsy at his side. “Princess Zokura. Prince Alexander. Good morning to you both.” Unlike the two, he didn’t take the Head’s seat at the table immediately. Instead, he positioned himself to the side of the door for the moment; taking the position two members of the Royal Guard would normally as he waited for the others.

Era of Peace (Fantasy/School RP)

Well I'll get a character sheet up tomorrow or something if that's fine with you.