For many years the grey dragon god watched over all things, he was in equal balance with good and evil and for a long time kept the world in harmony, he would try and shun the evil inside him and keep it out of sight, he wanted to be a benevolent being, one of goodness but no matter what he tried, every now and then a little of the evil would slip out, maybe in the form of power, creating a criminal war lord or in the form of madness, crippling someone mind, worst yet, it could come out as disasters or plagues. It was unpredictable what would happen, but the more good the dragon tried to do, the more evil that would escape. He decided to hide himself a way until he could figure out a way to stop the evil. He chose a member of each race, the kindest, most able and most powerful of each and gave them the gift of the gods. Enhancing their powers and gifts and granting them immortality. Only another god can kill a god.
For many years the dragon god had not been seen, but the other gods were doing well, their people loved them and they kept things in harmony, their people would build them shrines and worship them though they had not been asked.
When the time came to part the evil from the grey dragon, the gods carved a great dungeon inside a mountain to hide the evil away and seal it away safely. When the dragon parted, it split into two parts, a White dragon and a black dragon, there was a huge and bloody battle but finally the black dragon was sealed inside the mountain with the power of the white dragon and the other gods. Before the dragon was sealed inside the mountain, he laid a curse on the god of satyrs that drove her to madness, the White dragon put her to sleep forever inside her shrine and was sealed inside.
They ruled together for a long time until a time came they they were no longer needed. The White dragon gave his worshipers a list of things that would happen is the black dragon were ever to break free, and then they would awaken the gods to save them. Once this was done, he and the other gods went back to their shrines and slept in peace until a time came that they would be needed.
Over a thousand years had passed, the mood has turned red and the night sky is often streaked with shooting stars. These are the first signs that the black dragon is ready to break free from his prison. Very few people remember the stories, and the ones that do think that they are just childs stories. Someone who believes the stories are true and have posted flyers around asking for people to help. They will guide you to a magical supplies shop in the city. Will you be the ones to awaken the gods and help save the world from eternal evil? Lets see.
Quick plot
There is evil
go wake up some gods and help them save the world
Races
Dragons- The most powerful race. They are the most rare and control a huge amount of power, each dragon in unique in looks and ability so you never know what you will face when meeting a dragon. Dragons are the best at casting and creating spells and bending magic into metals, they are born with strong natural magic ability. Very few dragons can't use magic.
They are usually friendly and can't help but to give friends advice on how to live their lives to the maximum, they make good advisers and councilors.
Satyrs- goat like forest people, goat like legs and faces, long fluted ears and horns, their eyes are often gold though they vary. They are very quick, nimble and athletic. They are usually seen with being neutral, never taking a side no matter if it is in their own favour and is always looking out for the greater good. These are the second most powerful in terms of magic, barely any satyr will lack in magic but not many like using it, they frown upon using magic in its raw form and will instead weave their magic into items. Most magical items that can be found will have been crafted by satyrs are are highly sort after.
Birds- (anthropomorphic) birds are keen minds and eyes, they see things better then others. In both a metaphorical sense and a literal sense. They usually understand things quicker then most, how things work and how thing fit together. They also have an eye for value, so they are often seen as greedy. All birds have wings which makes sage birds hard to spot. They make good judge, detectives, evaluators. Birds can't use magic at all, a bird sage will only be able to wield the elements and not magic itself. They can't use magic items either.
Beasts- beasts are the most diverse of the races, anthropomorphic beings taking on characteristics of animals, ranging from mice to rhinos, newts to deer and each have their own values and morals. They make up the bulk of the civilisation and are the most common. Some beasts can use magic and some are even able to become mages or wizards.
Man- Humans love discovering new things, they enjoy exploring and book keeping more than other races and always try to be the best, they can be pretty unpredictable and gullible however. They are obsessed with being the best, breaking new records and as a result often get a negative view from the other races, getting the “OK as individuals but terrible in a group” label stamped on them
Only few humans can use magic and they aren't very good at it.
Sage- a sage can be born from any race, though they are born with feathered wings and the power to control one or more elements. Other races often crowd them and praise them, making them leaders against their will and as a result, sages often go into hiding, using their gifts only when needed and staying away from civilisation to get away from the crowds. Generally they love doing good. They do not like imps. High levels of magic use. They are the only ones able to control the elements without the use of magic. (Air, water, ice, fire, earth, electricity)
Imps- Imps can be born from any race like sages, they are noticeable with having added horns. They have only a little magic usually and can't control elements like sages.. but they can move in the shadows and have a strong power of persuasion. Imps are very clever and often take to doing science and tinkering, they have created the most machines in the past few years.
Hybrids
Hybrids are very rare, rarer than that of sages and dragons. Usually when two different species of beast have offspring, or breeding between races, it will either be one or the other and hardly ever a mixture of both. However, there are a few occasional that come about. Hybrids do not have a god and are not considered a race.
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Please keep posts five lines or more.
Saving spots for seven people only, if someone drops out or stops posting a spot will open back up.
Keep swearing to a minimum
romance to a minimum
please don't hold the story up too much
Put the word Dragon in blue in your form
This is in a fantasy world, think of a world like that of the golden compass, fantasy but with a little technology, (steampunk) so no mobile phones, designer clothes, heir gel or anything else modern please.
Please post a form and keep to the races provided.
Form
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Powers: (if any, not too over the top please)
Weapons: (if any)
Description:
Personality:
Starting post: (How do they end up in the story, this post should contain how they end up in the shop, please read my starting post ^^)
My form
Name: Viena Velola'rahsta
Gender: Female
Age: 150
Race:Hybrid (dragon, beast (ferret))
Powers: Shapeshifting
Weapons: Small crystal dagger, white wood staff,
Description: Viena has a ferret like face though her muzzle is a little longer and wider, she had a light chocolate brown colour nose and soft little whiskers sprouting from her little cheeks. Her green eyes with almond shaped pupils were bright and wild, filled with joy and mischief! she was covered in a light cream coloured fur with dark copper colour markings, she had patches across her eyes like that of a ferret. She had a compact nimble body and a long thick tail covered in thick soft fur, her markings made rings around her tail all the way to the tip. She wears a long grey cloak with a hood, under she wears just a some shorts and a holster for a dagger that was hidden out of sight. At first glance she looked like a scholar. She carries a simple staff on her back too.
Her robes are long and grey and cover most of her body, under she had a number of hidden items like a small dagger, not for battle at all, mostly for more practical uses like cleaning her nails or taking small plant/flesh samples. The hood was decorated in fine silver embrodiery, it made up soft little patterns and swirls, there were a few little gemstones sewn into it that seemed to glow slightly. She had gotten the robe from her father as a gift, the robes are enchanted and will change when she does.
Personality: Viena can be pretty cheeky at times and is often sarcastic, she is much older than she looks due to her dragon father but she doesn't act it either. She can be pretty stubborn when she wants to do things her way but she will always do what is best. She is bright and as quick as a whip. She is very loyal to her friends and isn't afraid to put herself in harms way to help them, some have mistaken this for self destructive behavior but really she just can't stand the thought of her friends being hurt.
Starting post: Viena was working hard today she worked in her fathers magic supplies store. They had all sorts int here from ancient tomes to dragon crafted items. There were staves, bows and swords with magical enchants, potions and potions ingredients, bottles, trinkets, necklaces, runes, rings of all sorts, If it was magic you could bet that the shop had It in stock. Viena had been carefully carving runes onto little crystals all day. She hadn't had many customers today because of the heavy rain. There was a full moon tonight and the shop was closing.
Viena's father Viloseth called to her fro the back of the shop where he kept the extra stock.
“Viena? Could you close up the shop for me dear?”
Viena didn't reply and just stood herself up and moved to the front. She locked the door then looked out of the window to see if anyone was out this late, what caught her eye was the moon, it was dark red. She felt a little unsettled at the sight of it.
“Father! What is wrong with the moon?” She asked. It wasn't long before he plodded out from the back, rather tall with scales of white and gold. He peered up out of the window and a sudden gasp left his lips.
“So... It begins...” He said grimly before running into the back of the again and taking out a large box of flyers, the pages had ages a lot as he made them all many years ago, Being a dragon his bloodline had been trusted with the words of the White dragon. Though he never expected to see it in his life time he made sure he was prepared. “Watch the shop Viena... I will be back in the morning...” He said before he unlocked the door and flew out over the city to post the flyers. The flyers would direct them to the shop.";
For many years the dragon god had not been seen, but the other gods were doing well, their people loved them and they kept things in harmony, their people would build them shrines and worship them though they had not been asked.
When the time came to part the evil from the grey dragon, the gods carved a great dungeon inside a mountain to hide the evil away and seal it away safely. When the dragon parted, it split into two parts, a White dragon and a black dragon, there was a huge and bloody battle but finally the black dragon was sealed inside the mountain with the power of the white dragon and the other gods. Before the dragon was sealed inside the mountain, he laid a curse on the god of satyrs that drove her to madness, the White dragon put her to sleep forever inside her shrine and was sealed inside.
They ruled together for a long time until a time came they they were no longer needed. The White dragon gave his worshipers a list of things that would happen is the black dragon were ever to break free, and then they would awaken the gods to save them. Once this was done, he and the other gods went back to their shrines and slept in peace until a time came that they would be needed.
Over a thousand years had passed, the mood has turned red and the night sky is often streaked with shooting stars. These are the first signs that the black dragon is ready to break free from his prison. Very few people remember the stories, and the ones that do think that they are just childs stories. Someone who believes the stories are true and have posted flyers around asking for people to help. They will guide you to a magical supplies shop in the city. Will you be the ones to awaken the gods and help save the world from eternal evil? Lets see.
Quick plot
There is evil
go wake up some gods and help them save the world
Races
Dragons- The most powerful race. They are the most rare and control a huge amount of power, each dragon in unique in looks and ability so you never know what you will face when meeting a dragon. Dragons are the best at casting and creating spells and bending magic into metals, they are born with strong natural magic ability. Very few dragons can't use magic.
They are usually friendly and can't help but to give friends advice on how to live their lives to the maximum, they make good advisers and councilors.
Satyrs- goat like forest people, goat like legs and faces, long fluted ears and horns, their eyes are often gold though they vary. They are very quick, nimble and athletic. They are usually seen with being neutral, never taking a side no matter if it is in their own favour and is always looking out for the greater good. These are the second most powerful in terms of magic, barely any satyr will lack in magic but not many like using it, they frown upon using magic in its raw form and will instead weave their magic into items. Most magical items that can be found will have been crafted by satyrs are are highly sort after.
Birds- (anthropomorphic) birds are keen minds and eyes, they see things better then others. In both a metaphorical sense and a literal sense. They usually understand things quicker then most, how things work and how thing fit together. They also have an eye for value, so they are often seen as greedy. All birds have wings which makes sage birds hard to spot. They make good judge, detectives, evaluators. Birds can't use magic at all, a bird sage will only be able to wield the elements and not magic itself. They can't use magic items either.
Beasts- beasts are the most diverse of the races, anthropomorphic beings taking on characteristics of animals, ranging from mice to rhinos, newts to deer and each have their own values and morals. They make up the bulk of the civilisation and are the most common. Some beasts can use magic and some are even able to become mages or wizards.
Man- Humans love discovering new things, they enjoy exploring and book keeping more than other races and always try to be the best, they can be pretty unpredictable and gullible however. They are obsessed with being the best, breaking new records and as a result often get a negative view from the other races, getting the “OK as individuals but terrible in a group” label stamped on them
Only few humans can use magic and they aren't very good at it.
Sage- a sage can be born from any race, though they are born with feathered wings and the power to control one or more elements. Other races often crowd them and praise them, making them leaders against their will and as a result, sages often go into hiding, using their gifts only when needed and staying away from civilisation to get away from the crowds. Generally they love doing good. They do not like imps. High levels of magic use. They are the only ones able to control the elements without the use of magic. (Air, water, ice, fire, earth, electricity)
Imps- Imps can be born from any race like sages, they are noticeable with having added horns. They have only a little magic usually and can't control elements like sages.. but they can move in the shadows and have a strong power of persuasion. Imps are very clever and often take to doing science and tinkering, they have created the most machines in the past few years.
Hybrids
Hybrids are very rare, rarer than that of sages and dragons. Usually when two different species of beast have offspring, or breeding between races, it will either be one or the other and hardly ever a mixture of both. However, there are a few occasional that come about. Hybrids do not have a god and are not considered a race.
RULES omg
Please keep posts five lines or more.
Saving spots for seven people only, if someone drops out or stops posting a spot will open back up.
Keep swearing to a minimum
romance to a minimum
please don't hold the story up too much
Put the word Dragon in blue in your form
This is in a fantasy world, think of a world like that of the golden compass, fantasy but with a little technology, (steampunk) so no mobile phones, designer clothes, heir gel or anything else modern please.
Please post a form and keep to the races provided.
Form
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Powers: (if any, not too over the top please)
Weapons: (if any)
Description:
Personality:
Starting post: (How do they end up in the story, this post should contain how they end up in the shop, please read my starting post ^^)
My form
Name: Viena Velola'rahsta
Gender: Female
Age: 150
Race:Hybrid (dragon, beast (ferret))
Powers: Shapeshifting
Weapons: Small crystal dagger, white wood staff,
Description: Viena has a ferret like face though her muzzle is a little longer and wider, she had a light chocolate brown colour nose and soft little whiskers sprouting from her little cheeks. Her green eyes with almond shaped pupils were bright and wild, filled with joy and mischief! she was covered in a light cream coloured fur with dark copper colour markings, she had patches across her eyes like that of a ferret. She had a compact nimble body and a long thick tail covered in thick soft fur, her markings made rings around her tail all the way to the tip. She wears a long grey cloak with a hood, under she wears just a some shorts and a holster for a dagger that was hidden out of sight. At first glance she looked like a scholar. She carries a simple staff on her back too.
Her robes are long and grey and cover most of her body, under she had a number of hidden items like a small dagger, not for battle at all, mostly for more practical uses like cleaning her nails or taking small plant/flesh samples. The hood was decorated in fine silver embrodiery, it made up soft little patterns and swirls, there were a few little gemstones sewn into it that seemed to glow slightly. She had gotten the robe from her father as a gift, the robes are enchanted and will change when she does.
Personality: Viena can be pretty cheeky at times and is often sarcastic, she is much older than she looks due to her dragon father but she doesn't act it either. She can be pretty stubborn when she wants to do things her way but she will always do what is best. She is bright and as quick as a whip. She is very loyal to her friends and isn't afraid to put herself in harms way to help them, some have mistaken this for self destructive behavior but really she just can't stand the thought of her friends being hurt.
Starting post: Viena was working hard today she worked in her fathers magic supplies store. They had all sorts int here from ancient tomes to dragon crafted items. There were staves, bows and swords with magical enchants, potions and potions ingredients, bottles, trinkets, necklaces, runes, rings of all sorts, If it was magic you could bet that the shop had It in stock. Viena had been carefully carving runes onto little crystals all day. She hadn't had many customers today because of the heavy rain. There was a full moon tonight and the shop was closing.
Viena's father Viloseth called to her fro the back of the shop where he kept the extra stock.
“Viena? Could you close up the shop for me dear?”
Viena didn't reply and just stood herself up and moved to the front. She locked the door then looked out of the window to see if anyone was out this late, what caught her eye was the moon, it was dark red. She felt a little unsettled at the sight of it.
“Father! What is wrong with the moon?” She asked. It wasn't long before he plodded out from the back, rather tall with scales of white and gold. He peered up out of the window and a sudden gasp left his lips.
“So... It begins...” He said grimly before running into the back of the again and taking out a large box of flyers, the pages had ages a lot as he made them all many years ago, Being a dragon his bloodline had been trusted with the words of the White dragon. Though he never expected to see it in his life time he made sure he was prepared. “Watch the shop Viena... I will be back in the morning...” He said before he unlocked the door and flew out over the city to post the flyers. The flyers would direct them to the shop.";
I have no idea how or if it is even possible to change text color, but here: Dragon
Nomti
beast - Jackal
I have no idea what else to put, maybe an ability?
He carries two scythes, which when he crosses over his chest, he turns into an Anubite. Imagine Anubis, but smaller and not immortal. His Anubite form is about three feet taller than an average human and struggles with speaking English.
Nomti
beast - Jackal
I have no idea what else to put, maybe an ability?
He carries two scythes, which when he crosses over his chest, he turns into an Anubite. Imagine Anubis, but smaller and not immortal. His Anubite form is about three feet taller than an average human and struggles with speaking English.
((sorry about that, i have made changes to the post now ))
Name: Zana-Rei
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Hybrid! - dragon/beast <:
Powers: master in the art of shape shifting
Weapons: none :c
Description: Zana-Rei is a short, carrot orange Lizard anthro creature. Wings? No, she was given to a family of elves when she was only a child, and they chopped them off. So, the wings never grew back. She had a frill that is around her head, the frill has black edges. She is at most 5 foot, and has a limber, slim body shape, but does have curves. Zana has a short tail, unlike most lizards, and wears a long black loin cloth, and a light brown leather top(you could call it a bra.). On her breast cups, there is a blue cloth that is sewn with red sting that goes down, keeping her sides clear of clothes, then wrap around her body at her hips. In between her breast cups is the skull of a bird, and then she has a piercing that was hammered into her head. she hangs many things from her piercing, from ribbons, to shiny objects.
Personality: Zana is a little sweet heart. She is kind in every way, but has an odd happening of getting into trouble very easily. Zana is a farmer girl, and lives on a farm just out side of the cities. She has NO sense of direction, so don't let her lead the way, and often does not make friends, due to her social awkwardness. Even then, Zana looks for love, but has not found any, yet...
Starting post: Zana-Rei jogged through the rain, shelter, shelter, shelter...It was the only thing on her mind at the moment.
"Ack! Sorry!" She said, being knocked out of the way of the fast man that seemed to be in a hurry. Zana blinked, looking at the door closing. "Wait!" she calling, picking back up into her jogging pace and grabbing the door just before it closed. "I....I am sorry...." she said, looking at the other female in the shop. "I don't mean to intrude your shop, but may I take shelter here until the rain stops?" she asked, blinking her big purple eyes that were quiet dim in the shadows. Zana looked around the shop that was filled on every wall and every corner with nick-nacks and other trinkets, more so, Zana was looking at a necklace. The necklace was silver, and had something carved into stone on it.
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Hybrid! - dragon/beast <:
Powers: master in the art of shape shifting
Weapons: none :c
Description: Zana-Rei is a short, carrot orange Lizard anthro creature. Wings? No, she was given to a family of elves when she was only a child, and they chopped them off. So, the wings never grew back. She had a frill that is around her head, the frill has black edges. She is at most 5 foot, and has a limber, slim body shape, but does have curves. Zana has a short tail, unlike most lizards, and wears a long black loin cloth, and a light brown leather top(you could call it a bra.). On her breast cups, there is a blue cloth that is sewn with red sting that goes down, keeping her sides clear of clothes, then wrap around her body at her hips. In between her breast cups is the skull of a bird, and then she has a piercing that was hammered into her head. she hangs many things from her piercing, from ribbons, to shiny objects.
Personality: Zana is a little sweet heart. She is kind in every way, but has an odd happening of getting into trouble very easily. Zana is a farmer girl, and lives on a farm just out side of the cities. She has NO sense of direction, so don't let her lead the way, and often does not make friends, due to her social awkwardness. Even then, Zana looks for love, but has not found any, yet...
Starting post: Zana-Rei jogged through the rain, shelter, shelter, shelter...It was the only thing on her mind at the moment.
"Ack! Sorry!" She said, being knocked out of the way of the fast man that seemed to be in a hurry. Zana blinked, looking at the door closing. "Wait!" she calling, picking back up into her jogging pace and grabbing the door just before it closed. "I....I am sorry...." she said, looking at the other female in the shop. "I don't mean to intrude your shop, but may I take shelter here until the rain stops?" she asked, blinking her big purple eyes that were quiet dim in the shadows. Zana looked around the shop that was filled on every wall and every corner with nick-nacks and other trinkets, more so, Zana was looking at a necklace. The necklace was silver, and had something carved into stone on it.
(( ok! Just wait for a few others and we can begin))
Name: Nomti
Gender: male
Age: 15
Race: beast jackal
Powers: can turn into an Anubite at whim as long as he has his cycles.
Weapons: two cycles
Description: Please just look at the character page for a majority of it. Since he can't wear his hoodie in this, he wears a typical egyptian styled head dress that covers the back of his ears and shoulders and the skirt thing. The head dress is gold with red, vertical stripes. The skirt is solid red with a gold waist band.
Personality: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Starting post:
Nomti wasn't bothered by the rain at all, he rather enjoyed it actually. He was merely in this city so far from home for a reason unknown to him. The young Anubite looked up and let the rain wash over his face. The water was an uncommon luxury in the Egyptian realm. Soon, his clothes and fur were soaked through and a feeling he had never experienced before sent a shiver down his spine: cold. There was an odd looking dragon hanging up flyers and Nomti walked up to one as the dragon left. THe piece of parchment showed the address of a store.
"Must be desperate," he shook his head, but he might as well head there any ways since it seemed to be the only place open. Nomti knocked on the door as he arrived, waiting to be let in.
Gender: male
Age: 15
Race: beast jackal
Powers: can turn into an Anubite at whim as long as he has his cycles.
Weapons: two cycles
Description: Please just look at the character page for a majority of it. Since he can't wear his hoodie in this, he wears a typical egyptian styled head dress that covers the back of his ears and shoulders and the skirt thing. The head dress is gold with red, vertical stripes. The skirt is solid red with a gold waist band.
Personality: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Starting post:
Nomti wasn't bothered by the rain at all, he rather enjoyed it actually. He was merely in this city so far from home for a reason unknown to him. The young Anubite looked up and let the rain wash over his face. The water was an uncommon luxury in the Egyptian realm. Soon, his clothes and fur were soaked through and a feeling he had never experienced before sent a shiver down his spine: cold. There was an odd looking dragon hanging up flyers and Nomti walked up to one as the dragon left. THe piece of parchment showed the address of a store.
"Must be desperate," he shook his head, but he might as well head there any ways since it seemed to be the only place open. Nomti knocked on the door as he arrived, waiting to be let in.
Dragon!!!
Name:Shita Simuo
Gender:Female
Age:18
Race:Sage
Powers: As with any other sage, Shita has a level of command over the different elements around her. Her strongest is earth, with her weakest being fire.
Weapons: She knows a combat style of fighting using mostly her legs, and light use of small daggers.
Description:She is a thin girl of medium height, still young. With her red hair and brown eyes, the phrase "if looks could kill" often comes to mind. She wears simple clothing, a green tunic and green pants. At her side is a series of glass bottles, usually filled with natural items such as sticks, or water, or flint. Around her neck hangs a little crystal vial full of a red liquid.
Personality: She has a strong temper, and bright personality. Quick to trust, and quick to feel betrayed. Despite her wishy washy nature, she is fiercely loyal to anyone she considers a friend.
Starting post: "Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, WET!" The teenager snarled, dashing into the store angrily. Her red hair clung to every part of her neck and shoulders as if hoping the water would become absorbed by her skin. The girl paid little attention to her surroundings once inside, though she did pause to close both eyes. Breathing was important, so was concentration. If anyone around her reacted, she ignored them for a time, only focusing on her chest moving in and out. After a moment the rain water rose up off of her body in millions of tiny droplets, shinning in the air like tiny stars. She smiled, opening her eyes along with one of the empty bottles at her side. She waved a hand, and the water reacted like a vacuum to the bottle, each droplet racing inside and once more settling in one mass of liquid. "Much better.." She sighed, finally taking the time to look at the shop around her. "Oh. Hello. It's...raining outside."
Name:Shita Simuo
Gender:Female
Age:18
Race:Sage
Powers: As with any other sage, Shita has a level of command over the different elements around her. Her strongest is earth, with her weakest being fire.
Weapons: She knows a combat style of fighting using mostly her legs, and light use of small daggers.
Description:She is a thin girl of medium height, still young. With her red hair and brown eyes, the phrase "if looks could kill" often comes to mind. She wears simple clothing, a green tunic and green pants. At her side is a series of glass bottles, usually filled with natural items such as sticks, or water, or flint. Around her neck hangs a little crystal vial full of a red liquid.
Personality: She has a strong temper, and bright personality. Quick to trust, and quick to feel betrayed. Despite her wishy washy nature, she is fiercely loyal to anyone she considers a friend.
Starting post: "Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, WET!" The teenager snarled, dashing into the store angrily. Her red hair clung to every part of her neck and shoulders as if hoping the water would become absorbed by her skin. The girl paid little attention to her surroundings once inside, though she did pause to close both eyes. Breathing was important, so was concentration. If anyone around her reacted, she ignored them for a time, only focusing on her chest moving in and out. After a moment the rain water rose up off of her body in millions of tiny droplets, shinning in the air like tiny stars. She smiled, opening her eyes along with one of the empty bottles at her side. She waved a hand, and the water reacted like a vacuum to the bottle, each droplet racing inside and once more settling in one mass of liquid. "Much better.." She sighed, finally taking the time to look at the shop around her. "Oh. Hello. It's...raining outside."
(( ok! Going to start this tonight, those who still wish to join can still do so. Just post up a form either here or PM me one and join in with the current story in your starting post ^^ ))
Name:Pandora
Gender:Female
Age:15
Race:Wind Sorceress
Powers: Healing,control over the Air
Weapons: two large golden fans
Description:Has short white hair but a few threads of her hair kept long,pale skin,dark red eyes,Wears a gray kimono
Personality:Nice,Open minded,cautious
Starting post:Pandora walked through the rain,not caring if her gray kimono go soaked.She looked down to make sure her fans were protected from the rain.She noticed a shop that was still open.Pandora approached the shop and stepped in.She noticed a few others who were taking shelter from the rain then walked over to one of the shelves to inspect a few objects there.
Gender:Female
Age:15
Race:Wind Sorceress
Powers: Healing,control over the Air
Weapons: two large golden fans
Description:Has short white hair but a few threads of her hair kept long,pale skin,dark red eyes,Wears a gray kimono
Personality:Nice,Open minded,cautious
Starting post:Pandora walked through the rain,not caring if her gray kimono go soaked.She looked down to make sure her fans were protected from the rain.She noticed a shop that was still open.Pandora approached the shop and stepped in.She noticed a few others who were taking shelter from the rain then walked over to one of the shelves to inspect a few objects there.
Name: Eugene Siaonjii
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Race: Human (Dragon)
Powers: No super natural powers, but his body can be dealt an incredible amount of pain and blood loss before he collapses due to his dragon self. Eugene’s strength is nowhere near a dragon’s, but in certain situations (grappling, pulling, and other concentrated muscle movements) his strength becomes impressive.
Weapons: A sharpened shovel.
Description: A pale man stood at 5' 8'', with a broken nose, dull blue eyes, disorderly silver hair, the back kept short. A short scar was on his right cheek. The man wore a long sleeved shirt that was covered in dirt, once being white but now a murky brown. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his pale chest was exposed. The man wore murky sack cloth pants, rolled up to his knees. Hard leather boots were worn. A shovel was the only thing he carried. It looked sharpened, the edges coming to a fine point.
Personality: Violent, self-centered, cruel, and crude. Eugene trust’s only himself, works for himself, and wouldn’t feel bad if he broke a few bones to get what he wants. Doesn’t mean he goes out of his way to be violent, but if negotiating a better deal doesn’t come about, Eugene’s reaction won’t be the best.
Starting post: (And likely my longest post) Life had cheated Eugene. Ever since birth, everyday Eugene is reminded how his weak, human body was nothing compared to the strength he could have had. Now he dug up bodies and looted anything of value off of them. Humans had this weird desire to hide their riches with their deceased instead of piling it into a cave, or at least, somewhere safer than a few feet underground. The shovel that Eugene always carried sank into the earth on a mid-morning day, the clouds overhead and looking to rain on him, again. In his usual attire, Eugene put his boot on the shovel and pushed it further, a blank expression and a frown holding his pipe between his lips. Eugene Tossed the ground aside and mixed it with the pile of dirt already there, until paused when he felt a raindrop land on his head. Looking up at the darkened clouds, Eugene’s dulled eyes showed resentment. Working while it rained was a pain in the a**.
A flier that had been ripped off a wall somewhere rolled along the ground and picked up speed with a gust of wind, hurtling itself at Eugene's standing form, folding itself over Eugene's leg. Plucking the paper from his leg and holding the paper before his eyes, Eugene concentrated his gaze on the pale paper and then stuffed it inside his pant's pocket. Sounds like somebody needs help. There could be a reward...
Eugene walked out of the graveyard and held up his hand. "Hey! Hey coach, hey!" A buggy with a see-through side filled with gears, wheels, and millions of cockroaches endlessly churning smoke out of the back putted to a stop in front of Eugene and he told the driver of the location. Within an hour or three, the rain poured on the roach coach and the driver had to slow down to a bug crawling speed, the rain making it nearly impossible to see anything. This is the same time that Eugene handed a few dirtied coins for his service and walked the rest of the distance. Once he neared the shop, he lifted the longer strands of his hair from his face and stared for a moment at the Jackal beast. Then he shrugged and walked inside anyway. The cold of his soaked clothes didn't bother him and he asked the dragon/beast behind the counter, "You the owner of the shop?"
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Race: Human (Dragon)
Powers: No super natural powers, but his body can be dealt an incredible amount of pain and blood loss before he collapses due to his dragon self. Eugene’s strength is nowhere near a dragon’s, but in certain situations (grappling, pulling, and other concentrated muscle movements) his strength becomes impressive.
Weapons: A sharpened shovel.
Description: A pale man stood at 5' 8'', with a broken nose, dull blue eyes, disorderly silver hair, the back kept short. A short scar was on his right cheek. The man wore a long sleeved shirt that was covered in dirt, once being white but now a murky brown. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his pale chest was exposed. The man wore murky sack cloth pants, rolled up to his knees. Hard leather boots were worn. A shovel was the only thing he carried. It looked sharpened, the edges coming to a fine point.
Personality: Violent, self-centered, cruel, and crude. Eugene trust’s only himself, works for himself, and wouldn’t feel bad if he broke a few bones to get what he wants. Doesn’t mean he goes out of his way to be violent, but if negotiating a better deal doesn’t come about, Eugene’s reaction won’t be the best.
Starting post: (And likely my longest post) Life had cheated Eugene. Ever since birth, everyday Eugene is reminded how his weak, human body was nothing compared to the strength he could have had. Now he dug up bodies and looted anything of value off of them. Humans had this weird desire to hide their riches with their deceased instead of piling it into a cave, or at least, somewhere safer than a few feet underground. The shovel that Eugene always carried sank into the earth on a mid-morning day, the clouds overhead and looking to rain on him, again. In his usual attire, Eugene put his boot on the shovel and pushed it further, a blank expression and a frown holding his pipe between his lips. Eugene Tossed the ground aside and mixed it with the pile of dirt already there, until paused when he felt a raindrop land on his head. Looking up at the darkened clouds, Eugene’s dulled eyes showed resentment. Working while it rained was a pain in the a**.
A flier that had been ripped off a wall somewhere rolled along the ground and picked up speed with a gust of wind, hurtling itself at Eugene's standing form, folding itself over Eugene's leg. Plucking the paper from his leg and holding the paper before his eyes, Eugene concentrated his gaze on the pale paper and then stuffed it inside his pant's pocket. Sounds like somebody needs help. There could be a reward...
Eugene walked out of the graveyard and held up his hand. "Hey! Hey coach, hey!" A buggy with a see-through side filled with gears, wheels, and millions of cockroaches endlessly churning smoke out of the back putted to a stop in front of Eugene and he told the driver of the location. Within an hour or three, the rain poured on the roach coach and the driver had to slow down to a bug crawling speed, the rain making it nearly impossible to see anything. This is the same time that Eugene handed a few dirtied coins for his service and walked the rest of the distance. Once he neared the shop, he lifted the longer strands of his hair from his face and stared for a moment at the Jackal beast. Then he shrugged and walked inside anyway. The cold of his soaked clothes didn't bother him and he asked the dragon/beast behind the counter, "You the owner of the shop?"
(IS this still open? I really like the idea! :.
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