Young Writers Society

Plot: It has been twelve years since the fall of the Rhumenian Empire, and the seeds of anarchy that had been sowed over a decade ago have blossomed into a world of conflict. The land has been split in half, the kingdoms of Ronas and Asyra, who are locked in a war that reaches all corners of the known world. Dark Gods from ancient times have arisen, possesing gentle spirits and dark ones alike, unleashing hordes of unholy demons upon the world.

No one dares question why King Tarvos of Asyra has declared war on the once-allied nation of Ronas but if they did, they would have reason to fear what is to come. Vritra has taken over the king, who now has no control over himself. And now his daughters have come to Earth to aid him in the destruction of mankind.

In all this chaos and destruction, will a small group of Mercenary-like Merchants and Rebels be able to survive? Do they have the will, the strength to overcome the evil that threatens them and everything they know? And do they have the secret to relinquish Vritra's hold over the Asyran King?


One God of Chaos and his daughters.

Lisonà - Being of demons and possessing. Lisoná is capable of raising demons but she can't control what they do afterwards. Some listen to her, others go off on their own. She can still send them back to the underworld if they get out of hand. She, like her demons, can possess humans and control them.

Flòshana - Being of natural disasters and death. She can summon up tidal waves and any natural disaster you can imagine. She's always sneaking off to Earth and having humans fall in love with her. Of course, humans cannot satisfy her need for destruction, so when she gets sick of them she sends them to the underworld where they die. She controls who enters the underworld and who doesn't.

Vritra - God of over all chaos and destruction. He can do anything his daughters can do, and more. He controls humans without being in range and multiple at a time. He can change forms, appear as shadows, manipulate nightmares.

On Possessing: Unless you have been possessed by Vritra, your possesser always has to be in range of you. By in range, I mean they are always right be behind you. They appear as a shadow or cloud of black fog behind you and control your every move, but you still maintain your thoughts. They cannot speak through you, but they can speak for themselves. They usually choose not to. As long as you are attached to them, you recieve all damage and harm. If you die, they die. Unless they detach from you in time.


Rules:
-Usual YWS/SB rules.
-ALL posts must be readable, co-relate to previous posts and have correct spelling. That means no chat speak, no one liners.
-800 characters minimum or about 165 words for those of you using MS Word or other writing programs. (Check the little box below your text!)
-Swearing; it's allowed just don't overdo it.
-Romance is allowed but no sex scenes; No one needs to read about details.
-Fantasy creatures are allowed. Just don't go crazy with them...
-Don't God-mod. Please, it's not fair, and it makes Puzzler angry. You won't like her when she's angry. (Scar totally agrees. Don't make her angry either >.>)
-Please don't Double Post unless there have been no new posts for at least 24 hours.
-Please have a name and place at the top of each post. Such as Name | Place.
-Please PM an SB mod and the creator of a character before killing them off or state in your profile if you are going to die before the end of the SB. No one likes it when they're randomly killed.
-Can claim up to 2 characters.
-No Characters Under 18.
-And lastly, Puzzler, ScarlettFire, CelticaNoir and Camulaeus will be co-modding this SB. Listen to them. Their word is law.


Characters: If you have another character in mind PM one of the SBs mods, and 'Traveller' will be changed to your Character's class after you pick it.

Lisoná - Scar - Female - Goddess of Demons & Possession.

Flóshana - Celtica - Female - Goddess of Death & Disasters

Vritra - Puzzler - Male - God of Chaos

Ronasian King -

Ronasian Prince - The.Dreamwalker - Male

Ronasian Princess - Celtica - Female - Halfling

Asyran King - Incognito - Male

Asyran Prince Camulaeus- Male- Light elf

Asyran Princess - The.Dreamwalker - Female

Traveller - Scar - Male - Rogue ~ Human.

Mage - Puzzler - Female - Joanna

Halfling- Mage- Camulaeus - Male

Mage -PhoenixBishop- Male

Traveller -



Character profile

Name: (Both first and last names, unless you're a god/goddess)

Age: (above 18 please)

Gender:

Race: (Elf, Human, Demon, etc {demons would not be with the group, but their own kind})

Class: (Mage, mercenary, merchant, etc)

Kingdom/Alliance: (Who are you allied to or if you have none)

Appearance: (No scene pictures, or anime for that matter. Description AND picture, if possible)

Personality: (general personality, skills, strengths/weaknesses and likes/dislikes)

Powers: (Three at most, and only if you are a mage, elf or demon/god/goddess.)

History: (Make it nice and long. No one-liners. And none of this can't-remember-it stuff. We want details!)

Up for love?: (Yes or no, and sexual orientation {keep in mind this is medieval times and homosexuality is frowned upon in this time, you'll have to hide it})

Other: (For anything we forgot, though I doubt we did)

Character profiles

Name: Joanna (Joe) Lee

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Mage/ Ex-assassin

Kingdom/Alliance: Once Allied to Ronas, now rogue

Appearance:

Personality: Joe -Despite being very female- insists on being called a male. She even goes to the extent of bandaging down her breasts to look more manly. Only her brother knows she is a she. Since she has a man's mind, she doesn't normally indulge in lady like tendencies (no matter how much she wants too). She has already throughly convinced everyone else she is male.

She demands the upmost respect and expects people to do things right the first time. She can get very defensive when questioned. She is a true leader at heart. Although sometimes she can be distracted.

When it comes to love, she has a habit of trying to hide all infatuations. Because back in their time a man and a man (Seeing as she is disguised as a man) would be highly frowned upon and she refuses to give in to her female body.

Powers: Mentally linked with her brother, fire conjuring and she can talk to animals.

History: Joanna and her brother were born into poverty, and their father died of a sickness not long after her birth.Joanna's mother left right after her birth, so her older brother was forced to take care of her.

They quickly broke into the assassinating business after Joanna killed a man who tried to mug her. That's when they discovered the effects of black magic.

On one job, they were after a cultist. Just as it seemed they were winning he cast a black magic spell on Joanna, taking a piece of her mind. Over time, she would die, and it would be a slow and painful death.

Her older brother gave up part of his mind to save her, but it left them mentally linked. If she wanted to live it was irreversable. Since it both made things easier on them, and made her feel more comfortable with this new half a male mind, she started desguising herself as a male. Even though, she is still very female.


Up for love?: Yes, and she's straight. Meaning she likes males, but since she is disguised as one she appears to be a homosexual.

Other: If anyone wants to take her brother, PM me.

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Character profiles

Name: Vritra

Age: As old as darkness

Gender: Male

Race: God of Chaos

Class: God

Kingdom/Alliance: Elves

Appearance: His favorite form is But he also takes the form of small mammels when he is spying, and also takes the form of a shadow.

Personality: He has an utter and passionate hate for humans. He finds them weak and pathic little creatures. The most interesting thing about them is watching them writh in pain. He wants to destroy them and have the elves be the dominate species on Earth. Of course the other gods don't agree with his desires.

He enjoys putting humans under his control, and having them do his bidding. He can be very sadsitic. Even though he wants elves to be dominate, he still doesn't love them. His two daughters are the only beings he truely loves. He would do anything for them.

Powers: He's the God of Chaos, so Possessing, destrustion of all sorts and shape-shifting.

History: He had two children with the Goddess of Earth, who then refused to care for them. He was going to destroy them until he saw the great powers they possessed in chaos. He happily raised them after that, teaching him in the ways of destruction and hate.

He's always hated humans, and how disgusting they were. No other Gods would help him destroy them. So, he finally put his foot down and went into action. He possessed one of the kings and threw the two countries into war. He knows the Elves can destroy the humans. It's not his brightest plan, but with his daughter's help he just may be rid of the human race.

Up for love?: He enjoys one nights stands, but even then only with Goddesses.

Other:

Also saved. Profiles coming soon.

Female;

Name: Lisoná.

Age: Looks around 19, but her real age is 2653.

Gender: Female.

Race/Class: Goddess.

Kingdom/Alliance: Vritra.

Appearance: Unlike her sister, Lisoná is a rather conventional beauty, with skin as pale as her sister's, waist length, bright blonde hair and pale, golden-coloured eyes. Compared to her sister, she prefers more modest clothing and rather likes gold jewellery. When Lisoná and her sister are together, they make for a rather striking couple.


Personality: Compared to her sister, Lisoná is rather down-to-earth and thoughtful. She's as vicious and dangerous as her sister, but does have a rather caring side that she only shows to her father and her sister. Vritra puts up with it, if only for the fact that it makes her even easier to love--and therefore easier for her to destroy others. She's almost loyal to a fault (to her father), and rather dangerous if she were to ever lose her temper--not that she would as she's rather level-headed.

She likes to see others suffer and, like her sister, if she finds someone interesting, she's likely to keep them alive and fighting, mostly for her own entertainment and that of her sister's. She doesn't like the way human men act when she goes looking for victims as they are often rude, insensitive and rather touchy-feely. She makes it a point to go looking for men exactly like this.

Powers: Lisoná has the power to raise demons, but is unable ot control them, although some do choose to listen, and can possess humans and control them, like her father.

History: Born over two thousand years ago as goddesses who ruled over the chaotic magics, Lisonà and Flóshana are the daughters of Vrita, the God of Chaos and Tiamat, the Goddess of Earth. Sisters who rule over different aspects of the chaotic magics that their father dominates, they have been creating nothing but trouble for the human world for centuries.

As children, they were a rather troublesome pair, always driving their father up the wall even though he was proud of their mischevious pranks and antics. They often liked to experiment in their early years, and as a result, were responsible for the creation of the first monsters, and even if the Elves won't admit it, the first of the Elven Ancestors. From there, they slowly began to grow into their chaotic powers and each chose her own realm of magic; Lisonà, the realms of possession and demons, and Flóshana, the realms of natural disasters and the underworld.

Since then, they have cause many wars, inspired by their father when he was younger, and his many acts of dispassion towards the human world. The sisters have wreaked havoc on many kingdoms and other beings, destroying and killing as they saw fit and naturally causing as much chaos as they possibly could, for as long as they could.

Slowly, as they got older, they started developing more separate personalities and began to drift apart, even though they sometimes collaborated on major events, such as wars and even some of the larger, more chaotic natural disasters. They began to take interest in singular things.

Flóshana, as the older, more impulsive and easily bored sister, took an interest in humans in themselves, toying with their feelings and then when she got bored of them, tossing them in the underworld for being 'useless', and still does it to this day.

Lisonà, as the younger, more modest and level-headed sister, took an interest in possession and demons, and the effect possession had on the human mind, prefering to toy with them without causing any phsyical harm before passing them off to her sister when they began to bore her. She stills toys with humans, but no where near as much as she used to.

Up for love? Yes. If you think you can handle her. She prefers men and women.

Other: N/A.

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Male;

Name: Du'an Anhur.

Age: 25.

Gender: Male.

Race: Human.

Class: Rogue Mercenary / Ex-Thief.

Kingdom/Alliance: The Travelling Group.

Appearance: Du'an is tall, about 6'0, with shoulder length brown hair, lightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes and a short and somewhat scruffy beard. He's slim yet muscular, but not overly so. He is often easily mistake for some beggar boy and often ignored because of this. He is also often seen smirking or gazing blankly into the distance. Sometimes seems to look straight through you. Often seen wearing earthy tones, such as browns, greys and pales reds.


Personality: Despite his somewhat playful and arrogant first impression, Du'an is actually kind, loving, caring, smart, determined, loyal and fierce, though very easily distracted. He hates to see those he cares about hurt. He can get really defensive if someone he likes is harmed, and if you start asking questions about his past, he’ll often shut down and just not talk if you bring up anything to do with his family, and if he doesn’t shut down, he’s get mad—really mad. And a mad Du'an is a rare sight, and this is not a good thing, either.

His downfalls are his short temper and those who try to pry into his past. He’s quiet and thoughtful more often than not and thinks a lot before speaking or doing something. He likes to plan things out, if he can, and dislikes when his plans are thoroughly screwed up by stupid mistakes. And he has made a few mistakes in the past, and dislikes when this is pointed out. He also hates being called helpless or a coward—it’s another downfall of his.

Du'an may have a blank, cold and uncaring edge to his expression, like he’s lost all emotion or just doesn't give a damn about the rest of the world. This is because he's hiding what he truly feels from others. He's also a bit of a thief and things tend to go missing when he's around. He never grew out of it--he can't help it if he was born with sticky fingers...

Powers: None.

History: Du'an never knew his father. He grew up with his mother in the capitol of the Asyran kingdom, running around, climbing things and generally cause mischeif as children do. His childhood was fairly normal until he turned fifteen. One day while he was out, some men from the royal guards broke into his home, abused and murdered his mother, aunt and two younger sisters and then vanished without a tace.

Upon his arrival home, Du'an noticed the man watching the house but entered anyway. He found his family dead, their wounds clearly indicating murder. Shocked and enraged, he made to storm out the front door, but stopped when he saw the message written across the floor. Run. He wasn't going to, but when he heard the guards shouting for him to come out, he did as the message dictated. He ran.

For two years, Du'an ran and hid, sticking to the shadows and dark alleyways---until he bumped into the small group of travellers. After attempting to steal from Joe and his brother, Du'an ended up joining them. After years on the streets hiding out in the darkest, most dangerous places, Du'an was a somewhat accomplished thief and pretty handy with a knife.

Over the next eight years, Du'an stayed with the travelling group, learning to fight--with a sword he picked up in some far away city. He knows nothing of his links to royalty and much prefers his rogue lifestyle. Nowadays, he sticks with the group, travelling and such. He tends not to stray too far away from the caravans.

Up for love? Yes. Both, although he tries not to let on and looks at women far more than men.

Other: Unknown to anyone, he appears to be a certain king's son. Tarvos, in fact. The result of one of Tarvos's many flings. (Not that his mother would ever say who his father really was.)

Without question, thanks for most of the template goes to Puzzler, it's her idea!

Here is my first profile:

Name: Elijah Derso

Age:19

Gender: Male

Race: Halfling

Class: Mage

Kingdom/Alliance: The Travelling Group

Appearance: Elijah is around 5' 8, and also slightly chubby. Who wouldn't be with a main occupation of magic? He has messy black hair that falls all over the place, and greyish- blue eyes. Like the sky on a not so cloudy day. He also very pale from leaning over a magic tome all day.

Personality: Elijah is mostly on the friendly side, though he is often shy at the beginning of conversations. He doesn't trust easily due to his half-blood nature, but gives in a little over time. He likes reading and animals, though prefers the indoors to nature. He is very educated in the magical arts, but lacks in strength and stamina. Despite his chubbinesss he is actually surprisingly fast, almost to the point of disbelief.

Powers: Control over Fire, Ice and Lighting

History: Born to an Elven Mother and Human Father he was often chased out of towns and regarded as a monster. Even his parents abandoned him as a baby, and left him on the doorstep of the first of many orphanages. He occupied his time by reading some old Elemental Tomes he found in a shut -down library, and became a strong runner from fleeing many bullies who loathed him and his "cursed" blood. At age sixteen he was finally able to become independent and leave the care of the orphanages. He was promplty chased out of town and was left to die in the nearby woods. While there in a fit of rage he tried to carve the markings on his arm off of his body, as they identified him as someone with mixed racial blood. He finally found sanctuary in a group of travelling merchants that provided him with a home and food in return for his magical skills.

Up for love?: Yes, Straight.

Other: His marking looks like a tatoo of black entiwned vines.

Name: Camille Ronasel

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Halfling

Class: Princess

Kingdom/Alliance: Ronas

Appearance: Camille uses her dollish appearance to her advantage. From swishy blonde curls and rosey cheeks to accented large brown eyes and a slightly small stature, she looks like a perfectly innocent girl. She likes to wear light dresses as opposed to gowns.



Personality: Camille appears gentle to those who see her, but in reality, she hides a keen, calculating mind underneath all that. Having been the favorite child of the King for many years, she loves her father, and will do anything for him, often to the point of outright murder. Camille despises those who oppose her father, and this includes the Asyrans. Camille's main fault would be that she often loses sight of the big picture in order to pursue her goals.

Powers: Illusions. She can affect sounds and visuals in any place she is.

History: Camille is the princess of Ronas for as long as she can remember. The 'baby' of the family, she was pampered since childhood by her father and her brother, both of whom she loves very much. However, when her father remarried a second time after their mother died, Camille took her as a threat to her own position in the family and tried to evict her by accusing said stepmother of various misdeeds, but was ultimately unsuccessful and only managed to distance herself from her father's affections.

Up for love?: Yes, straight.

Other: Nothing at the moment.



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Name: Flóshana

Age: 2653 in real years, but looks 28 in human years.

Gender: Female

Race/Class: Goddess

Alliance: None but Chaos.

Appearance: With skin as pale as porcelain, long black hair that streams down to her waist and grayish-green eyes, Flóshana is a rather unconventional beauty compared to her sister. She likes to dress rather scanty and also likes her jewelry very much.

Personality: Flóshana is the more spoiled of the two chaotic sisters. Easily satisfied and easily bored, the only thing that truly entertains her is sending souls to the underworld and seeing them suffer there. If she finds someone interesting, however, she prefers to see them alive and fighting - at least a day's worth more of entertainment for her.

Powers: Flóshana has the capability to create any type of natural disaster and also controls the underworld while she's at it.

History: Born over two thousand years ago as goddesses who ruled over the chaotic magics, Lisonà and Flóshana are the daughters of Vrita, the God of Chaos and Tiamat, the Goddess of Earth. Sisters who rule over different aspects of the chaotic magics that their father dominates, they have been creating nothing but trouble for the human world for centuries.

As children, they were a rather troublesome pair, always driving their father up the wall even though he was proud of their mischievous pranks and antics. They often liked to experiment in their early years, and as a result, were responsible for the creation of the first monsters, and even if the Elves won't admit it, the first of the Elven Ancestors. From there, they slowly began to grow into their chaotic powers and each chose her own realm of magic; Lisonà, the realms of possession and demons, and Flóshana, the realms of natural disasters and the underworld.

Since then, they have cause many wars, inspired by their father when he was younger, and his many acts of dispassion towards the human world. The sisters have wreaked havoc on many kingdoms and other beings, destroying and killing as they saw fit and naturally causing as much chaos as they possibly could, for as long as they could.

Slowly, as they got older, they started developing more separate personalities and began to drift apart, even though they sometimes collaborated on major events, such as wars and even some of the larger, more chaotic natural disasters. They began to take interest in singular things.

Flóshana, as the older, more impulsive and easily bored sister, took an interest in humans in themselves, toying with their feelings and then when she got bored of them, tossing them in the underworld for being 'useless', and still does it to this day.

Lisonà, as the younger, more modest and level-headed sister,
[To be finished soon]


Up for love?: Yes, if you think you can handle her. She's bisexual.

Other: Nothing yet.

This would be my characters!

Name: Alex Ronasel

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Half-Human, Half-Elf

Class: Prince

Kingdom/Alliance: Ronas

Appearance:



He's your average, everyday, smug rich boy. The perfect hair. The perfect body. He has pretty much everything he could possibly want so bad habits tend to be his forte. Because his blood is mixed, his features are more angular, and he's a bit too skinny. Other than that, he looks pretty normal.

Personality:

Pretty much, in all honesty, this kids a brat. He likes to live big and do whatever fun things he can. Live in the now - consequences later. Because he's a prince, the consequences don't come very often. That being said, he does have a heart (albeit small) when the mood should take him. But, other than that, he's pretty much the kind of guy you don't want to be friends with if you don't have a lot of money.

Powers: Don't have any due to the half of him that is human. He has really good eyesight, though, if it counts.

History: From birth, he had been pampered. The boy; the heir. He was the one his father trusted to take over the throne. Initially, because he was needed for the position, his days were spent in study, practicing all manners of different subjects including speech and war ethics.

When his father started to... change, he gave up really 'caring' what Alex did and the studies went away. Because of this, Alex started spending all his time doing whatever he pleased with 'daddy's gold' so-to-speak. He loved dressing himself in the finest garbs, surrounding himself with the most beautiful women, and cared not for anyone but himself.

Now, as the war continues and he cares even less about anything but himself, the time calls for him to be a leader but he refuses most admittedly. Why change what is so good for himself even if it effects everyone else?

Up for love?: Depends on your definition of love! And he's bisexual. Because he's a prince, he can get away with bloody murder.

Other: He's actually rather musically inclined. He's a pianist.

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Name: Aliaena Asyranis

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Princess

Kingdom/Alliance: Asyra

Appearance:

This would be her

She has short-cropped blond hair and wide brown eyes. Her skin is pale and shes rather small and skinny.

Personality:

Shes one of those 'for the people' kind of girls. As rebellion was always in her nature, the way things are and the way things should be are two constant factors always on her mind. She wishes that things could change for the people of her country and spends most of her time trying to aid them in whatever way possible. Because of this 'stong-willed' and 'stubborn' nature which was so unbecoming on a lady, she cut off most of her hair to show her lack of care towards what anyone thought of her.

That being said, she's the farthest thing from shy, and although small, she will stand up for herself. Shes also quite the public speaker and has strength and conviction in her voice at all time.

Powers: Shes human so she has none.

History:Aliaena, unlike her brother, is human. Because of this, she was never seen as someone who could do much damage nor be a good leader. Her position was to be quiet and unseen. That being said, she worked aimlessly to learn. She read constantly and worked tirelessly for days and nights filling her thoughts with knowledge instead of the dribble that filled most ladies minds.

As she grew more knowledgable, her heart went to those who did not have such opportunities as herself. Thats when she started trying. And by trying, I mean she pushed herself into the sayings a doings that happened around Asyra one step at a time. Though she still doesn't have much control when it comes to poltical matters, she continues everyday to try and make people take her seriously. A struggle she has a hard time winning.

Up for love?: Yes, but shes strong-willed and uneasily impressed. That and shes bisexual, though not like Alex. Her idea of loveis a love that spurns from within in a way that should not and could not be controlled by gender, colour, religion, counry... she's a bit of a medieval activist.

Other: Shes a painter.

By the way, I thought that Incognito was the Ronasian king.

Name: Sinclair Porter

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Kingdom/Alliance: Asryan

Appearance:He is tall and skinny. He's often been described as a broom with arms. He has brown hair, green eyes and freckles on his face.



Personality: He is always self-aware and slightly paranoid about what people think of him. He never says anything against another that is negative and tries his best to stay out of fights and confrontations. He is not particularly shy and will converse with people easily enough, but he tends be rather reserved. He is considered to be naive and can easily be manipulated by others as he has yet to learn the word no.

He is a people pleaser that does not like to see people upset and will bend over backwards to keep them happy even if it is at his own expense. He is a hopeless romantic that wants to be loved as he considers love to be the best way to judge a persons character. If the person is not loved there must be something wrong with them. He is called by some to be a mama's boy as he visits his mother everyday for dinner and he does not mind being babied by her.

While considerd book smart and a accomplished mage he is considered to lack most street smarts and experience when it comes to real life situations outside of his training and learning. Thus, he is clumsy and panicked under pressure. He often second guesses himself and lacks confidence in his actions which causes him to hesitate. He is always fearful he will make a mistake.

He is extremely idealistic and believes all people are inherently good and he thinks there are simple passive solutions to solve most problems.

Powers: He has mastered the summoning mage arts of Animal, Object and Soul

Animal:

Summoners can make contracts with one animal of their choosing and he decided to pick the crow. Now he can summon murders of crows and can direct them to do his bidding.

Objects
Again he specialized and focused on summoning three ancient artifacts known as Part of the Six Iron Kings. Weapons forged in honor of great Kings of past. These iron objects were forged with elven metal and thus are nearly indestructible. Of course as they are elven enchanted there are rules to them

The Iron Maiden- This device is a cylindrical devices usually used for inflicting pain. When it opens, chains come out and try to pull in the nearest person. Once it pulls them in the doors close trapping the person in. The maiden comes with needles that run up and down the body. If the Maiden does not catch the person on its first try it will close and will return to its resting place, unable to be used for another hour.

The Iron Shield- This appears as a 8 foot tall 3 feet wide iron wall that can be used to block oncoming attacks. It of course leaves him open from the other sides. It can move with him if needed, but it will only cover his front side, so if her were to turn it left or right, it would move leaving his side exposed again.

The Iron Sword- Like the other iron weapons it is dictated by rules. Being elven made allows it to cut through just about anything, but it's double edged ability makes it so that the the first blow wounds like any other sword, but the second blow heals. The cycle continues as long as the sword is used. So if he cuts someone and then cuts them again, the wound from the first cut will heal. If he were to cut again a new cut would appear and so on.

He is in search for the other three Iron King Weapons.


Soul:
His master is able to summon ten but he can only summon three. This summon allows the user to summon spirits to the world and temporarily solidify them so they can do combat on the behalf of the summoner. They can't go very far from the summoner. He playfully calls his the three monkeys as each lacks the use of one of their senses.

Monkey See No Evil: Is a fat balding man with a bandage over his eyes. In a previous war his eyes were gouged out. He carries a club.

Monkey Say No Evil: Is a skinny willow like man with his mouth stitched closed. He uses a bow and arrow.

Monkey Hear No Evil: Is a muscular lean man with bandages wrapped around his head tightly. He has holes cut out for his mouth and eyes. He is said to look like a mummy. He carries no weapons

Sinclair can only maintain one type of summoning at a time.


History: Sinclair never really got along with the neighborhood kids and thus stayed to himself most of the time. His father had been a Mage, but he died without notable cause and his mother banned Sinclair form ever trying his hand at magic. But it called to him so when he turned 9 he ran away. This did not go well as he was a skinny little child with no means of protecting himself. He nearly died the first night when wolves surrounded him.

He was saved by a cloaked man the set somehow made the wolves disappear. (He would much later find out that the man had summoned the wolves.) The man left without a word, but Sinclair followed and pestered the man to teach his, The man put him through several rigorous trials before he decided to take Sinclair on as his apprentice. They stayed on the rode for four years on a quest to find ancient enchanted artifacts. On the way the man taught Sinclair summoning magic. The man received a message just as they were about to find the fourth Iron King weapon.

The man quickly returned to the kingdom of Asyra, where Sinclair discovered that the man's name was Allister and he was the High Summoner of the Asyran court.Sinclair has lived in the castle ever since. He goes to visit his mom now. She was not happy that he came back as a Mage, but she quickly scolded him and fed him his favorite meal.

Up for love?: He longs to be loved. (I find this silly to say sexual preference, but straight)

Other: These are what The Iron King Weapons look like




The other Iron weapons yet to be found are;

The Iron Balls
The Iron Armor
The Iron Horse

Name: Tanith Asryanis

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Light Elf

Class: Prince

Kingdom/Alliance: Asryan

Appearance :Tanith has windswept mid length brown hair, and a slim yet muscular build. His eyes are clear and harsh blue, stinging all who meet his gaze.


He's truly a god among men, with divine charm and good looks on his side. He is sculpted with perfect muscles, and his teeth shine whiter then the moon.

Personality: He is surprisingly warm and friendly, layered with empathy that stretches to the sky. His kindness is renowned across the land. He is quick to make friends, though doesn't confide in them easily, preferring to talk to them, about them. He puts his people as his top priority, and vigorously strives to find a peaceful solution to the war.


Powers: Manipulation of sunlight, minor healing abilities.

History: From birth, he has loved his country. The land; the people. He was the one who founded the Commonwealth Fund for Asryan, and the people begged him to take over the throne. He refused and continued to assist the people from the role of a Prince. He even used donations from the public to form a small militia group dedicated to the safety of the public; the Asryanian Royal Knights.

Initially, the group rode around Asryan, helping people in need and fighting off bandits. Tanith grew accustomed to the outdoors, and the small towns, and know hardly revisits the palace where he grew up. However, when the war came his group was assigned to border patrol, and they took the job with a grim determination.

Now, as the war continues and the threat over his people becomes great, the time calls for him to be a leader but he refuses most admittedly. He cannot lead his country, only fight for them.

Up for love?: His country is his love.

Other: none

Hey, I'm going on vacation, and hereby appoint Puzzler to the task of starting.

Name: Saukko Hattonen

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Traveller/Scholar

Kingdom/Alliance: Technically Ronas, but usually maintains a more neutral standpoint.

Appearance: Saukko is slightly above average height, but other than that is pretty scrawny. Usually wearing mismatched clothing and/or scarves. is pretty much always wearing one or more scarves.

Personality: Saukko lives in the world of theory and research - he often appears absent-minded but behind this he is quite astute and very intelligent. He takes great enjoyment from historical study; however when it comes to the practical application of this knowledge in present-day applications, he is far more tentative and wary of making the wrong decision. He generally has quite a cautious nature, though will often hypothesise silently and seek to make his opinions or suspicions known through subtle hints - he rarely likes to spell out what he is thinking, though will do so at great pain if pushed to.

Saukko is usually of a playful nature, making teasing remarks here and there and rarely taking anything seriously unless it relates to the topic of historical study, in which case he will suddenly become rather intensely serious and prone to long-winded arguments or explanations. He has a tendency to correct any and all errors in other people's (and his own!) knowledge of the history of the Rhumenian empire.

Powers: None.

History: Ever since he was a child, Saukko was fascinated with the history of the Rhumenian empire, something that only grew as the internal conflict developed. As he grew older, and the divide between the two new kingdoms of Ronas and Asyra deepened even further, his interest grew even further, and he took to delving into Rhumenian history in order to try and track the growth of unrest throughout time.

He now spends the majority of his time travelling through the libraries of Ronas, making efforts to find texts that have not yet been censored or destroyed, occasionally going to excessive risks to find these. Whilst he was once also able to frequent the libraries of Asyra, since the outbreak of war he has been unable to travel the border and often gets frustrated over this; his tracking efforts have led him to believe that several texts he wants are on the other side of the border, yet he unable to reach them.

During his studies, he has unveiled terrible things done by the Ronasian kingdom, and as such his allegiance has waned somewhat. Being aware of what has been done by each nation, he has been drawn more and more towards neutrality, and secretly longs for unity between the two nations once more.

Up for love?: Yes.

Other: Nope.

My character. I'm willing to make another character if you want me to too. I could be the other King.

Name:
Tarvos Asyranis

Age:
42

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Class:
King

Kingdom/Alliance:
Asyra

Appearance:

Everything about his appearance displays strength and power. He has dark chestnut hair with a trimmed beard along his jaw. His eyes are black and beady, though rumor had it, they were bright blue before his decision to attack his ally. They are always clouded as if lost in thought. He has dark circles around his eyes showing his sleeplessness and his being unwell, and his skin tone is fairly pale now. Grey can be seen in his goatee. His brow is etched in frown lines, and his lips are always drawn into a hard grimace. Despite the coldness of his features, he is still an attractive man for his age, and when he does smile it is entrapping.

Below is what he looks like but with minor differences, as stated above.


He is tall in stature, with a large strong build, broad shoulders and heavily muscled. He wears darker colored finery and when his set of armor is golden but with a black cloak.


Personality:

His voice is strong and his words inspiring. He is able to influence who ever he talks to and win over their respect just by his presence. He is serious, barely showing emotion but he is intelligent. Some say he used to be friendly, charismatic, and kind, always willing to laugh and there for comfort. But that was changed as soon as he was possessed. He grew cold, silent, and seemingly determined. He was drawn to this war with relentlessness, never accepting no for an answer. He became cruel but not unjust. His people still loved him, even though he came out of his castle less and less.

He has no time for anything other then the war efforts, even though mainly it is just bristling. Preparations are to be made. He holds within himself anger from the God of Chaos, that nothing will distill so when something goes wrong, he lashes out. He never apologizes, though many people rarely notice that anymore. He does not appear to have any dreams or aspirations anymore. He seems a cold faint picture of the person he once was.

Powers:

None other then the powers the Chaos God may channel through him.

History:

The Asyranis line had been in power since the last civil war, 600 years ago. They were originally brutes from the northern climes of Asyra and some how had established themselves on the throne. They were always human, never mingling with elves, the line thought to have to be maintained pure. King Tarvos was the fifth son born unto King Madalorn, and had never thought he would even touch the throne. Being the youngest he was always treated badly.

But when Tarvos was fifteen, there was an uprising in one of the southern towns and a battle threatening to become another civil war broke out. The other brothers, all having taking control over one aspect of the army went down to control the insurgents. Two of the brothers had died. Two years later, his father Madalorn and his two sons left took off on a ship for a diplomatic visitation of a nearby country. That ship was attacked and destroyed before it reached the foreign shores. That left Tarvos the last one left, and the rightful king at the tender age of seventeen.

He was a righteous ruler though, a peaceful one, never wanting to start a war. He was happy with what he had. He fell in love with a noble girl and had his first child, Aliaena. The happiest moment of his life turned sour as soon as it appeared his wife wasn't going to make it through childbirth.

Though through that time with his first wife, he was cheating on her with an elven slave named Meredith. And almost as soon as Aliaena was born, Meredith was pregnant with his second child. His son was born, Tanith. Tanith was never to reach the throne though, having been part elf, and soon it became apparent that Tarvos was missing an heir. Years went by.

As soon as he reached the age of 40, and was still a bachelor, he started calling out to the heavens. He was rendered childless all this time, his flings always ending in a still birth or a miscarriage. He longed only for an heir in which he didn't have. And it was at this time he was brought into the attention of Vritra and was soon possessed by the God of Chaos.

Everyone was astounded when Tarvos called a war on Ronas, the majority of the people saying it was a pointless plight. But he soon rallied support and the war began. People say he seemed to have lost himself, others say he had just given up on everything. But somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, the real Tarvos is still there, longing to be free once more.

Up for love?:

Yeup and bisexual.

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~Incognito

Flóshana | In the Underworld

The patterns of the gleaming glass walls shimmered around her as she teased her black hair lazily, wondering what to do next. The 'travelers' were on the move again, and this time, they were walking towards Kathryás, a small port town. Fló paused in her movements and sat up, leaning forward. A port town? This was perfect.

Even as she adjusted the mirror, there was a knock on the door, and Lisoná barged in without another word. "Fló, dear. We need to talk."

"Oh?"

"It's about your new human slave."

Smiling, she started to make a swirling motion with her hands, stirring up the sea near Kathryás. It's going to be such a wonderful storm. "And what did you want to ask me?"

"I need him, sister." Lisoná shifted impatiently from one foot to another and then came closer to the mirror. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I already sent him to the underworld." Flóshana turned her head to smile at her younger sister. Lisoná looked so innocent. Almost too innocent. "And this...well, dear. This is just the beginning."

Jo(anna) | Kathryás

I didn't like the looks of that up and coming storm. We would have to camp out for the night and hope for the best. I nodded over to Harold who pulled the wagon over to the side of the road. One of the local girls giggled and waved at me before blowing me a kiss. I scrunched up my nose... what if she were to find out I was also female?

I glanced over at the others before hopping off the wagon.

"Alright, with that storm it won't be safe to travel for the night. So it looks like we'll have to brave it and sleep in the wagons." Luckily for us, we had two wagons. One for girls and one for guys.

Let us remember, brother. You're sleeping with us. My brother rang through my mind with laughter. I groaned inwardly, but refused to give in to this female body.

"Everyone set up camp while Harold and I discuss our next move." I grumbled, dragging Harold into the trees by his ear.

*Let the drama begin*

Saukko | Kathryás

"Everyone set up camp while Harold and I discuss our next move." With that, Joe dragged his brother to the forest, for the two of them to discuss their plans. In private, as usual.

The rest of us got to setting camp up, and Du'an directed me to go and collect some firewood, calling out teasingly as I left. "Make sure you stay close to Harold and Joe, scholar ... after all, I doubt you could defend yourself if something happened to jump out at you again." I mock-glared over my shoulder at his reference to the last time we had been forced to camp in the wilderness, and Du'an continued to smirk before gesturing back to the forest pointedly.

I wandered in, keeping one ear open to listen for the muffled sound of the brothers' voices as I collected wood; as much as Du'an's teasing had wound me up, it was still true that I could hardly defend myself. As I crouched down to pick up a promising chunk of a branch, I stopped as I heard one word drift across the breeze to my ears. "....Joanna..."

What? I stayed where I was, trying to work out who this 'Joanna' could be. Were they planning a new addition to our team? I stood up warily, trying not to alert them of my presence. I knew that the two of them were incredibly secretive about all of their plans, but this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.

"No, Joanna ..." I heard Harold's voice say, before the wind snatched the rest of his words away. Joe replied almost instantly, his voice raised in annoyance.

"I said ... call me Joe...!" The sentence reached me in fragments, but the meaning was still clear.

Joanna was Joe. Joe was Joanna. As in, a girl. I froze where I was, the rest of the brothers' - no, siblings' -words reached me only as a meaningless series of sounds. I was too wrapped up in this new revelation to eavesdrop any longer. I stayed there in silent incomprehension for several moments, before a huge grin spread across my face, and I tried to contain my laughter. Joe was Joanna....

And that, of course, was when I dropped the pile of logs.