Many years ago when, too many for any mortal to remember, I brought life unto to the world. My father made this lovely plain for me, and me alone though after many of years it grew lonely, and I sought out a company. Even being immortal as I was life still seemed to have no meaning if I was alone. I took it upon myself to bore from my blood and body each of the races, uniting there kings and queens whom were my closet of children. Deacon my eldest elf son and the king followed by Amors the queen of the elves, Margol the king and Edlen the queen of man, Rog the king and Borla the queen of the orcs, Domo king of halflings and Frinda his queen, and lastly Grimly king of dwarves and his wife Carvosa. Life was joyful and caring though in my effort to make a company for myself I exhausted myself, thus was unable to watch over the land I had filled. My children went on leading their races in a glorious age that man called EverLight, for the sun and moon seemed to shine almost in unison. It wasn't long after that though that a power, a lust for it even washed over my eldest son. He grew envious of Margol thus waged a war with him over a bit of land. I watched powerless as they fought, as the blood seemed into the ground and spoiled it. From the rage came the nasty things in life. With the soil spoiled dangerous, and hurtful plants grew up reaching for the air as if they wished to rip it down. Illness broke out, making many suffer and die, and some of the animals grew a taste for blood. This filled my heart with sorrow which only led to my grip of the world fading more. Deacon grew a dark power that his sons and daughters inherited, yet some learned to fight it off and learn to be good again. These elves joined the reaches with the men, helping them rise against Deacon's forces. It took over a thousand years to finally kill the forces of evil off thus purifying the world. All was peaceful at last...though now it seems to be slipping down again into darkness.
A new darkness is rising, like none I have ever felt. With my powers weak, and life fading I'm calling upon on chosen from each race, one with the purest of hearts to aid me in this grave fight. All of the races are forced now to live inside of the walls they built, in a failing attempt to keep the darkness out. Despite this our story begins just a little before my callings, at the world wide festival held in my honor. Everyone is there, save for those of bad intent, feasting and being merry with each other as they should. You all are there, I'm meerly waiting for fate to lead you to one another. I will send my message soon, but for now we all must wait.
Races:
~Elf- fair and slender folk. They are normal fair skinned with light colored hair and pointed ears. By far they are the tallest and keenest of the races. Skills include keen hearing and eyesight, as well as them being able to use magic, being skilled bows men, animal handling and incredibly agile.
~Man- Most human like of the races. Man comes in a variety of shapes and colors from place to dark in all aspects. Skills include being able to adapt quickly, being able to be taught any skill, a mastery in a range of weapons, animal handling, and being able to master more of the mundane tasks.
~Orc- the brute of the races, with large tusks sprouting from their mouths. They are nearly as tall as elves, though are much heavier in build. Their skin color ranges from a deep grey to light grey, but their hair is normally black. They live in tribes away from the other races. Skills include being able to withstand more damage, dealing more damage with blunt weapons, strength in general, and intimidation.
~Halflings- These are the smallest of the races, standing only about 3 feet when grown. Much like hobbits they tend to be burrowing people, much like rabbits, and tend to be a bit heftier. Halflings are normally brunette with man of freckles upon their faces. They live away from the other races in the hills where they can keep to themselves and live peacefully. Halflings due tend to be more prone to hunting though, and are farmers. Skills include lighter and hands, adept tracking and trap setting, size, and knowledge of explosives.
~Dwarves- The last race, not much bigger than the halflings though built stouter. They are the mines and crafters for the inter land. Mostly they stay in the mountains though some venture down when given time. They come in many different hair colors, though all tend to be pale or appear to be covered in soot, males normally have long beards that they tie into knots. Skills include strength, weapon repair, armor repair, knowledge of mountain passes, and their incredible tolorence to poison (do to poisonous gasses in the mountains).
Races Available: (No saving spots without filling out AT LEAST five points on the form)
Orc-female
Dwarf- male
Taken Races:
Elf
Man
Halfling
Form-
Name:
Age:
Race:
Personality: (complete sentences, must have three)
Strengths: (same)
Weaknesses: (same)
Backstory: (must be one of the five points in order to save a spot, has to be at least five sentences)
Family: (not everyone can be orphans, in fact no one can be a complete orphan)
Weapon of Choice: (describe it, no pictures)
Appearance: (doesn't count toward five points)
I apologize for the many of restrictions, it just that I want to insure whoever is joining really means it. |
Name: Shad Crimson
Age: 25
Race: elf
Personality: He is kind, talkative, cheerful and energetic. He tends to keep any and all negative feelings to himself.
Strengths: He is very agile. Due to spending most of his time with animals, he has a lot of knowledge about them. He can handle a sword very well
Weaknesses: He is very easily distracted. He isnt very strong, he is rather weak. He cant swim, he has tried to learn, but he just cant.
Backstory: His parents own a pet store and she loves them dearly. He spent most of his time caring for them and has lots of knowledge about most animals.
Family:
Asha, his mom
Aaron, his dad
Blue, his wolf (views her as a sister)
Weapon of Choice: A sword a friend made for him years ago. It doesnt look all that unique except for his name engraved on its hilt.
Appearance:
Not my art |
