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Post by ^w^ on Aug 10, 2014 8:03:02 GMT -6
Yeah... Because this is why I like being on a forum in the first place. ^w^ An App story (IDK if that's a thing) is where I post an app for anyone to fill up and make them into a character for a story. Now, some of you may be familiar with my first one on the other forum ( Miekcam @az Leslie @jediunicorn @whoelse?) where you make HSS classmates, well, this one's going to be about a magical world full of mystery and mayhem. Lol, that is so unoriginal, where did I get that from? Remember though, this is for fun where I practice my characterizations, descriptions, how to pull together the whole plot in the end, etc. The types you may like to choose from are based/inspired from that RPG personality quest thingy that I found while surfing through Off-topic on the other forum. Special thanks to Talon™ for posting 'em on Opal 's thread! ^w^ So... here're the type choices: (some personality stuff might be based on what type you choose.)
Side note: If you're connection's slow, the pics might take a while.
Okay! Here're the rules! 1. Two apps per member. PM it to me for a brief discussion about it then post it here under a spoiler tag.
2. If you want to make another character but already have two present characters, kill one of them, but tell me their cause of death first.
3.I might not be able to post as regularly as I'd like to, so patience is a virtue.
4. Hoping for pleasant customers so if you have any hard criticisms, PM me and I'll consider them.
Lastly: This is NOT an RP. (in case you thought so) This is a story where I ask for characters to be created because I am terrible at making them myself. Once you make your own character, you give me rights to use them, but I will take note of what you want done with them via PM for avoidance of spoilers. Now, how do I read this bold and italic stuff without ending up making myself sounding rude? >.<?? |
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Post by ^w^ on Aug 10, 2014 8:03:22 GMT -6
App:Name (last name optional): Gender: Class: Gem (any existing jewel IRL): Age: Hair Colour: Hair Style: Eye Colour: Height: Style of clothing (the type of clothes the character would usually like to wear): Weapon of choice (Anything under the sun or moon): Personality (mostly just addition to your Class): Past (optional): Other (anything you'd like to add): ***Be specific or not with the requirements, I don't really mind all that much. ^w^ After an app has been approved, please don't edit any major stuff unless I ask for it, or if you really want to, then please PM me first, thanks.Remember: Have Fun!***MASTER'S LIST OF CHARAS:
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Post by ^w^ on Aug 10, 2014 8:07:41 GMT -6
Prologue:
In a realm of magic and chaos, light and darkness are two peas in a pod, inseparable even by the laws of nature herself. In this world where humans are able to use magic, control the vast elements, tame the most devilish beasts, or even live side by side with the heavens and hell, order has reigned for as long as possibly known, both sides of the light and darkness keeping as much distance from each other as much as possibly could.
But, what if, in a rare string of events, something ships on the border between the two parallels? Let's say, something so unprecedented that none ever even thought it possible?
What if a little angel were to wander off from her group, and find herself tumbling down to the dark side and be in the care of a Dark Knight, the greatest Knight known for his merciless antics and deathly ways?
What if, by a chance, this pair of opposites bring to light a secret buried and hidden for centuries without ever being known, and causes a meeting between the two sides that had never occurred even once since the beginning of time?
Follow Bismuth and Rosella's adventure through the country of Neut, the capital of the Boarder Between the Light Mountains and Dark Forests, as they go through complication after complication as to how to resolve a matter never foreseen by the fortune tellers of yore.
Will they end up in a realm of a new rising war caused by misunderstandings, or will their budding friendship prevent anyone else from getting seriously damaged before it's too late?
Play and find out!
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Post by ^w^ on Aug 10, 2014 8:08:25 GMT -6
CHAPTER I:
On a plain as heavenly as the seven heavens, a class of newly-enrolled Angels, all clad in white, sat in a circle. The Archangel assigned to be their tutor for their first day of class sat on one corner of the circle, explaining the dos and don'ts of their tasks as those to be appointed to guard and guide over the mortals living under the Overworld.
At the very opposite of the Archangel was a pretty little angel sitting adjacent to him. She was given the name Roselle, though it was never said why she was given the name, but she never bothered to ask. She never really cared all that much anyway. All she knew was that she felt as light as air at the moment, but at the same time, something tugged on her that she didn't understand. Something strong.
"Okay class!" The Archangel said with a clap of his hands, gaining everyone's full attention including Roselle's. "Today we will learn about sins. Now, does anybody here have a general idea on what the word 'sin' mean?" He asked, looking around.
An Angel Boy raised his hand. The teacher encouraged him to stand and did so. "Sin is what humans who live below the Overworld do all the time." And then he sat down, smug on his face. His Angel comrades, aside for Roselle who shook her head, looked at him in admiration.
The teacher nodded. "True, but can anyone else give me a more general general description of the word 'sin'? Anyone?" He looked around, trying to find someone. His eyes stopped when it met Roselle's azure blues. "Roselle? Would you like to give us what the meaning of 'sin' means?" He asked.
Roselle reluctantly stood up. She didn't like speaking to Angels her age, she always thought they made fun of her for every little thing she did. She didn't like being laughed at, she didn't like it one bit, so she always made sure she was never in the spot light as well as never get in anybody else's way. And though that tactic had left her friendless and aloof to other Angel kids, at least she didn't have to worry about people laughing at her when she talked. That would be because she never talked for no reason. Not to other kids at least.
"Well," she started, timidly crushing on the hem of her white shirt. "Sin is where one does wrong knowing full well that it's wrong. Sin is where you know you've done something that you shouldn't and yet still do it anyway. Sin is something humans do all the time, but any other life form ever created and are still breathing can also perform it. The only exception is if they know they're doing it or not."
"And how do we know if they know that they did it without us knowing what's in they're heads?" The Angel Boy who answered earlier asked. His eyes were boring such a hole in Roselle's shyness that she staggered enough for her answer to be nonsense.
And just as expected, the other kids laughed their hearts out. The teacher silenced them just as Roselle's cheeks flushed a crimson red while her eyes wet with tears of embarrassment. "Roselle, thank you very much for your answer. That was excatly what I was looking for." He waited for the little Angel Girl to nod and sit down before looking at every other Angel child in the circle, giving them a stare that should leave them guilty.
"As you all may already know, an Angel's power is based on their wing span." The teacher said then, closing his eyes, concentrating. "The larger the wing span, the more beautiful the wings, the greater the Angel." And just as he said those words, a small light came from his back and, slowly and gracefully, sprung out a pair of majestic wings as large and beautiful as the little Angel children could comprehend. "Gaining such wings, an Angel must first accomplish certain tasks of loyalty, valour, faith, mercy, and kindness, as well as judgement and understanding. If you children can't even be kind to your own friends, then how could expect to even accomplish such wings?"
All heads bowed low in guilt except for Roselle's whose head was raised high enough in wonder. She loved seeing the Archangel's wings. they were always so beautiful to see. She could stare at them forever. She raised her hand.
"Yes Roselle?" The teacher asked.
"What about our halos? None of us have them." This statement was true, for in the circle, none, even the teacher, had a halo.
The Archangel smiled sincerely. "Roselle, you accomplish your halo when you become a guardian to a human and are trusted enough to guide them. Unless humans actually follow the guidance you give though, it won't really appear on top of your mind, the judge of choices."
"So Angels use their hearts to judge sincerity and minds to judge choices?"
The Teacher nodded. "Yes, exactly."
"I see."
That day, Roselle learned that she should try to be more assertive if she wanted the same majestic wings as her teachers. Unfortunately, the day afterwards on the end of their field trip to the human world, she learned an even greater lesson.
Humans are hard to guide.
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Post by Leslie on Aug 12, 2014 10:00:19 GMT -6
Name (last name optional): Vivienne
Gender: Female
Type: Rogue
Gem (any existing jewel IRL): Emerald
Age: 17
Appearance: Vivienne is a short and a bit skinny girl. She has short, messy, dark brown hair. She did cut it herself so her hair wouldn't bother her, but the result of that act of her is that her hair looks now like a birds nest. She has green eyes and slightly tanned skin. She lives on the streets and bc of that she is dirty most of the times.
Height: Shorter than average.
Style of clothing (the type of clothes the character would usually like to wear): Simple brown pants, gray shirt, dark brown boots. She doesn't cares much about her clothing as long it's easy to move in them and they aren't in too bright colors so she can stay unnoticed if she wants that. She always carries a bag with herself.
Weapon of choice (base it on your type): Dagger
Personality (mostly just addition to your Type): Vivienne is selfish. Mostly she cares only about herself. She talks a lot when she is around others, with what she sometimes pisses off people bc she always speaks before thinking and also bc it's like a hobby for her to annoy others with sassy comments. She doesn't has many goals in life, her only goal is to survive and to get as much money as possible. She is kind of a coward, whenever things become too dangerous around her then, if she has the chance to do that, she flees.
Past (optional): She never knew who her father was. She lived with her mother, but when she turned six her mother died. They were poor and noone cared much about what happens to Vivienne so ever since then she lives on the streets. She did survive life on the street with stealing whatever she needed and now even though many years has passed since when she was six she still didn't try to get an actual job, bc she is now enjoying her life as a thief.
Other (anything you'd like to add):
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Post by DarkLordZant on Aug 14, 2014 4:44:49 GMT -6
Love the first chapter.Great job ^w^ !^_^ One question though,what are the jumbled letters for??? |
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Post by Leslie on Aug 14, 2014 4:48:19 GMT -6
Nice job you did there with the first chapter  |
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Post by ^w^ on Aug 14, 2014 4:57:17 GMT -6
DarkLordZant Thankies! And oh my! I did not see that when I posted it! *fixed it* Lol. I won't play with the BBCode button anymore. -w- Leslie thankies! ^w^
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Post by Cupc4k3Crystal on Aug 14, 2014 7:06:55 GMT -6
This is quite cool! Keep it up!
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Post by ^w^ on Aug 14, 2014 12:34:19 GMT -6
Cupc4k3Crystal thankies! ^w^
Chapter II:
Bismuth, has been a name known to put fear and terror in the hearts of all creatures aside for a heavenly being. He was a man with as much mercy as a Priest with sin. He was well-known all right, mainly for his murder of men who oppose him, using women who interest him, and patience for children to grow and be his next victims.
He was the complete epitome of a true Dark Knight. Merciless, better off alone than with others. His connections were limitless, but none ever dared to give him false promises for fear of the accusations against him that he would track down anyone to displease him.
He thought about these qualities as he made his way through the Demonic Forests, his albino hair swaying with the cold, bitter wind that he passed on his steed. It was nearing sunset by then, but the forest's thickness of leaves and branches made the vicinity as dark as evening.
Most Knights would wear a complete set of armour and cover themselves from toe to hair, but Bismuth wasn't like them. He would wear his body armour, but he never found the need to cover his face, actually liking the feel of his mind being free from any type clothing. For the past eighteen years in his entire life, he never liked the thought of having to cover even a follicle of his hair.
His thoughts were disrupted when he heard a rustle come from the branches. He stopped his black colt abruptly, then readied his hand near the grip of his lance. It could've been an animal, it could've just been his paranoia, but he wouldn't let his guard down. Never. He'd die if he did so.
His expectations faltered quickly though, when, from the branches fell out a child, luckily landing on a heap of dead leaves when she hit the ground. He heard a moan, then knew the figure was at least still alive.
Bismuth sighed, mostly for no reason than that of relief, then got off of his horse. He really wouldn't care much about the situation if he had anything else better to do, but the fact was that he didn't, so might as well kill off some boredom, right? He walked a normal stride toward the child, but when he got close enough, he was immediately caught with eyes as mystifying as vast horizon. As blue as an open sky, the child had azure sapphires implanted rarer than any Jeweller could ever imagine.
Roselle was feeling a feeling she comprehended to be known as: Pain. A feeling usually felt by other beings aside for Angels. But how she ended up turning into an animated being in the Human World, she might never know for sure. What she did know, was that the old man haired, young looking man looming over her had the most beautiful shade of eyes she had ever seen. They were a vibrant, rich shade of red. A colour not common in the Overworld but was well-known nevertheless.
Ad they stayed there, staring into each other's eyes as one tried to comprehend the difference of each other. He was tall, his skin tanned, his hair as white as freshly fallen snow. She was short, probably of the age of twelve or eleven, her hair as long yet silken smooth and dark as the night's deepest shade. Her skin like pure light.
Both of their thoughts were disrupted when Bismuth's horse grunted. They both looked toward the steed, Bismuth around, and Roselle leaning on her shoulders, and saw that it was looking right at them. As if telling them of some sort of happening or what other.
Bismuth wasn't a Beast Master to know what it wanted. Roselle immediately picked herself up, dusted her white dress, then slowly went toward it. She never faltered from the cold black eyes that watched her every move, she kept her wade, her bare feet crumpling one dry leaf after another with each step she made. When she reached the giant mount looming thrice her size, she stopped, slowly placed a hand over its nuzzle, then let its warm breath engulf her freezing palm. She never felt something so alive before.
Bismuth watched her every move, saw his steed calm from her touch, then asked. "Who are you?" He asked, sounding as if it were an accusation.
Roselle turned back toward him, enough halfway for her hand to stay in place on the horse's nuzzle. She looked straight into the man's eyes, her sapphires never faltering from his rubies. They eyed each other for again, this time Roselle wondering how such a human could be so hard and Bismuth wondering how anyone could be able to not show fear in his presence.
Roselle reached her hand out to him, something taught to her before by a friend on how to interact with humans. "My name is Roselle. And you are?" She asked innocently, absent-mindedly stroking the horse's nuzzle to its joy.
If Bismuth wasn't wearing his body armour, he would've stepped back in disbelief. The child didn't know him! By all that is unholy, someone doesn't know of his name and quaked in fear! If the child was a man, he would've chopped his head off, if the child was a woman, he would've chopped her head off, but because the child was a child, all he could do was have patience. He gripped his hands behind his back in an attempt to stop them from grabbing the child by the neck and muttered his name to her.
"Bismuth." He states. "I am known by the name of Bismuth."
Roselle realized he didn't seem inclined to shake hands with her, so she settled in nodding instead, letting go of the horse and going toward the armoured man, Roselle never left the stare on his beguiling white hair. It was just so different from what she was used to.
"It's nice to be of your acquaintance Bismuth."
And she didn't even give him a title to start off his name! Not a Lord, Master, or even a Mister! If he were to describe this child then the only innocent description he could think of would be: peculiar.
"Don't you have your parents to get back to kid?" He said, letting his irritation show. "Someone might be looking for you by now."
She tilted her head to the side, eyes telling him as if his statement was of something she didn't expect to hear from him. Yes, if this child was anything, she'd be peculiar. Yet the most peculiar of all about her would be what she said next.
She shook her head. "I'm not a child playing a game." She said, trying to make her voice sound haughty yet only succeeded in making it sound high. "I am here on an important mission and that is to be your guide!"
Bismuth raised a brow of irritation. "Look kid. I don't have time to be play make-believe in the middle of the Dark Forests where children shouldn't even be in." He walked toward his stallion, grabbed the reigns, then jumped with only a swing of his leg. "Get out of the way or I'll run you over." He warned.
"Go ahead and try!" Roselle challenged, crossing her arms across her chest as an act of defiance. "Coal would never let you anyway!"
The Dark Knight's eyes widened in disbelief. "How did you know of my horse's name!?" He yelled, hand going for the grip of his lance."
"Because he told me!" Roselle explained, eyes still defiant.
"You lie!" Bismuth accused. A realization came with it. "Who sent you here? Was it the Priests? It was the Holy Court, wasn't it? Wasn't it!?" The second question was given with a grab for his lance. He was about to swing it toward the child, intending to strike fear in her rather than the blade itself, but ended up being jolted from his stallion's back and into the air, landing with a huge metallic thud on a pile of dead leaves.
He groaned, and Roselle merely shook her head in disappointment. Humans. she thought. Always thinking they're better.
Bismuth heard the girl sigh before he tried to stand, or, at least, sit up straight. He only managed to accomplish the latter, for when he managed to get his eyes to focus on the girl again, she was already riding on his stallion, a feat unaccomplished by even the most trained of Beast Masters. A feat he thought only he could do. For once, in his entire life, he was rendered speechless.
Roselle took the reigns in her palms and whispered to Coal to go to his master. The Stallion reluctantly did so, and once Roselle was near enough to be adjacent to him, looking down on the Dark Knight since he was still sprawled on the dead leaves, she smiled, not really knowing how degrading of pride the action brought to Bismuth.
"I really should explain to you what's going on better, but I don't think I'd be able to do so if you're just going to sit there all night." She thought to reach her hand out to him again, then thought better. "Can we at least talk?"
Bismuth realized he had been staring, then changed his approach by glaring. Whoever his girl was, she wasn't ordinary. He wouldn't let his guard down on her for a second. "Get off of my steed!" he yelled.
Roselle was completely forlorn "Oh for the love of all that is holy-" She stopped abruptly when Bismuth stood up as if his armour weighed nothing and tugged on her wrist.
What he didn't know was that they're first touched had bonded them to a fate they must share together.
***The first few characters that get posted will get a shoutout on the next chapter so... Have fun? ^w^?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 16:52:51 GMT -6
App:
Name (last name optional):Jade
Gender: female
Type: archer
Gem (any existing jewel IRL): Jade
Age: 21
Appearance: dark hair, green eyes, long, wavy hair.
Height: 5'11
Style of clothing (the type of clothes the character would usually like to wear): leather(boots or jacket) light clothing apt hats easy to move in
Weapon of choice (base it on your type): bow AND ARROW
Personality (mostly just addition to your Type): quiet and mysterious
Past (optional): none
Other (anything you'd like to add):none
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Be specific or not with the requirements, I don't really mind all that much. ^w^
Have fun!
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Post by DarkLordZant on Aug 14, 2014 17:03:55 GMT -6
Name (last name optional):Mark Ashan
Gender:Male
Type:Vampire
Gem (any existing jewel IRL):Amythest
Age:23
Appearance:Tall,muscular.Has short hair spiked in the front.Mark's eyes are red.He has light skin.
Height:6,4
Style of clothing (the type of clothes the character would usually like to wear):Black shirt,black and red jacket.Leather pants.
Weapon (base it on your type)Fangs
Personality (mostly just addition to your Type):Nice but deceptive.A little stubborn.
Past (optional):
Other (anything you'd like to add):
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Name (last name optional):Mark Ashan
Gender:Male
Class:Vampire
Gem (any existing jewel IRL):Amythest
Age:23
Hair Colour:Dark black hair
Hair Style:Short,spiked at the front
Eye Colour:Dark red
Height:6,4
Style of clothing (the type of clothes the character would usually like to wear):Black shirt.Red and black long trench coat like jacket,dark brown boots,leather pants.
Weapon of choice (Anything under the sun or moon):Fangs
Personality (mostly just addition to your Class):Nice but deceptive.A bit stubborn.He is a little flirty.
Past (optional):Mark grew up alone in a small,filthy town filled with thievery and crime.
Other (anything you'd like to add):
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Post by DarkLordZant on Aug 15, 2014 1:03:22 GMT -6
Wow,I was so tired I forgot to post the other one.I will post it soon.
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Post by ^w^ on Aug 15, 2014 1:15:37 GMT -6
DarkLordZant oh, I thought you just didn't want her to be seen yet. ^w^
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Post by Leslie on Aug 15, 2014 23:38:20 GMT -6
Name (last name optional): Mytia
Gender: Female
Type: Alcoholic
Gem (any existing jewel IRL): Ruby
Age: 23
Appearance: Taller than the average, slightly muscular due to having been involved in many fights already, long, slightly messy black hair, dark brown eyes, tanned skin
Height: Taller than average
Style of clothing (the type of clothes the character would usually like to wear): simple pants, boots, shirt and leather vest, she cares more about getting her next drink than about clothes
Weapon of choice (base it on your type): her fist or whatever she finds
Personality (mostly just addition to your Type): When she is sober, she normally acts kindly towards everyone, but not to the point what would make her seem like a naive person. But most of the times she is drunk bc she likes to spend everytime possible in pubs or she carries some kind of alcohol with herself. When she is drunk then her personality changes, she becomes more loud than she normally is and more feisty. She also likes to flirt a lot when she is drunk and it doesn't matters to her at all what the gender of the persons is with whom she flirts. She also becomes more rude and when she isn't in the mood for flirting then she likes to get in fights even if she has to start them. She accepts almost any kind of job as long she gets money for that.
Past (optional): Mytia was originally born in a noble family, but she hated that life. She wanted freedom and she feelt like she wont get her freedom as long she lives a noble girls life. She run away from her family when she was 16 and she hided her true identity from everyone with whom she did meet. Soonely she realized that her new life away from the nobles also isn't as easy as she originally thought and so she began with visiting pubs and with drinking. She started to drink more when she began to think that the most closest she can get to the freedom she wanted and to a life without any problems is when she is drunk.
Other (anything you'd like to add): She had the opportunity to learn how to defend herself. She knows how to use a sword, dagger or some other weapons, but she always liked fist fights the most.
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