Heir Apparent [RP]
Indeed it has been a while since anyone has truly been the heir to the adventurer Ganten, the founder of the land of Fincayra. The heir, whomever he or she is, is said to be the most powerful warrior and magic weilder since Ganten himself. There hasn't been one in over three hundred years, but there could be one way to tell.
Facts about the True Heir:
- Born in the year 402 AGD, which would make the heir eighteen.
- Shows at least one unique talent.
- Can be proved completely by holding Ganten's sword and saying "I am the heir of Ganten."
Not much else is known, but many have been questing for centuries to find the true heir. But there are also others who want to kill the heir and steal Ganten's sword, and begin a malicious reign over Fincayra.
So, there's just one question for you, adventurers.
Are you the heir?
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Rules: Must have a group of members, at least three. One of which MUST be female. At least one member should also carry a trait that could make them the true heir. Note: You can have more than five people in your party, up to six.
Also,
Tips to Be a Better Roleplayer 1. Make your character have some feeling, some expression. Make them angry, or peppy, or whatever you wish.
2. Grammar makes you look good. Don't end every quote with "he said" or "she said". Also, space after quotes.
Example: "I like that kind of food"Said Dark Wolf. Should be: "I like that kind of food." said Dark Wolf. And capatilizing sentences doesn't hurt either.
Without further ado, here are my characters.
Name: Tamwyn
Age: 18
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170
Weapons: The ability to create the illusion of fire, and a sharpened dagger sheathed at his waist.
Magic: The ability to create the illusion of fire, the ability to talk to non-humans telepathically, and many other differrent illusions.
Skills: Very speedy and tough for his age.
Appearance: Messy orange hair with burning orange eyes. A sharp, youthful face with no sign of blemish or freckles. He has a lean body and has a small tan. He wears a brown traveler's jacket over a black t-shirt, with a matching pair of brown pants, held secure with a leather belt, which the sheath for his dagger hangs.
Personality: Non fearing and never puts himself before others. Very humorous and things about things a little too much. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, or fight for what's right.
History: As a boy, he was abandoned atop a mountain by his mother, who was wounded and about to die. He grew up with his brother for several years until a large typhoon drove them apart. Never knowing who his father was, he searches the lands in hopes to find somewhere he can call home.
Name: Orielle
Age: 19
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150 lbs.
Weapons: A single, thin sword at her side, which is about three and a half feet long.
Skills/Magic: Very fast. She is the master of making potions for anything, be it love, strength, speed, luck, or might. Although most of them to have dreadful side effects, most of which last around two to three hours.The fact that she is very attractive woos most men into a state of false safety, which then she promptly dices them up into small bits. Her power is outmatched among any other female, and her clever ways let her win many battles.
Appearance: Most say she is the most beautiful girl in the earth. But even that would be an insult to her beauty. She has a barbie-doll like figured, with well rounded hips and perfect curves. Her black hair hangs loose, and falls down her lower back, the bangs of which fall across her face. Her attire is very...alluring. She wears a navy tunic over a light navy thin long sleeve, which both are low cut to show a tad more than she'd like. She doesn't seem to mind the extra attention, though. She wears the run-of-the-mill issue leather pans, dyed with her trademark navy color, to match her stunning eyes.
Personality: She's beautiful, and she's not bashful about it. Very calm, but not boring. Her cunning jokes and remarks show a hint of her personality that is attractive to anyone. She is the type of girl who likes, not loves.
History: Grew up not knowing her family, she was raised by foster parents until the age of ten, when her then-blossoming looks got her a chance to serve in the High Court, where she served as assistant potion maker until the head potion maker died, thus letting her take over. She currently has no boyfriend, and says she really doesn't want to change that, much to men's demise.
Name: Mist
Age: 20
Height: 6'7
Weight:175
Race: Archangel (A person who becomes an angel before they die.)
Weapons: The Alpha-Omega Blade, given to him by an angel and embeded with the holy power of light. Its blade shines pure white even in the faintest of light, and its hilt made with a beautiful golden metal. It cannot be broken, by even the strongest axe.
Appearance: Short, crimson hair, a white traveler's jacket with leather straps going across the center, holding the sides together, with a white t-shirt underneath. A white clothen belt tied in a knot is around his waist, supporting his long, baggy, white pants. Upon his feet are pearl-tinted traveler's boots. He has holy, angelic wings upon his back, their span reaching a humongous fifteen feet when spread. They give him the abilty to fly to great hights with great speed.
Skills: His sword has the power to heal most wounds, the exception is severed limbs. He has the power of the magics of Light, Water, and Fire. His speed in the air excels that of any other, his wings propelling him to speeds around Mach 5. His muscles are well developed from years of training with the Alpha-Omega, making him very powerful. His wings can fold over in front of him, making a sort of shield to defend him from oncoming attacks.
Personality: The guy who usually saves everyone's rear end at the last moment. He doesn't like to talk much, and vowes to protect the weak and innocent.
History: Early on in his life, he was a mere fool wandering in the desert, with no food, water, and only a clothen loin to call clothing. He was one day visited by the angel Bishon, and was offered the chance to turn his life around as a holy warrior of Heaven. Accepting this, he was transformed into an Archangel, given the right to wander the earth and kill off the evil and the damned. He weilds the holy Alpha-Omega Blade, symbolizing a new hope for his allies, and the final bout for his enemies.
Name: Xavier Florence
Age: 18
Height: 6'0
Weight: 160
Gender: Male
Race: Half Wolf (Wolf + Human)
Skills/Magic: Adept in the areas of speed, agility, and resiliance, along with a great amount of raw power. He is fairly new to the world of magic, although he is becoming very good at various types of fire and ice magic.
Weapons: His trademark broadsword is his key to harnessing the power of fire, and also his weapon of choice. His bow and arrows are the main ingrediant in his ice magic, and used only for long distances or where using his sword would not be a wise choice.
Appearance: His most obvious trademark is his set of wolf ears and his tail, both of which are a deep red color, matching his hair and eyes. His hair is shaggy and the bangs of it cover his eyes. He wairs the standerd outfit of a traveler: A brown jacket made of rough material over a worn white t-shirt, along with a pair of traveler's pants made of the same material as the jacket. He also has a pair of black boots, which along with the rest of his attire, is quite worn, also.
Personality: He very easily gets excited. He isn't afraid to say or do what's right, and is very valiant in times of battle.
History: Abandoned as a child. He grew up alone, never knowing anyone but himself. While once wandering in a nearby forest searching for something to eat, he found the fabled Sword of Fire and Bow of Ice. For years he trained, until he made up in his mind that he would begin venturing to the far corners of the world. He is very nomadic; he has been wandering from place to place for years now.
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