The Pits

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In a land controlled by the dark and powerful force of the Meredians, the frightened citizens wonder what has happened to the opposition, what has happened to their heroes? Have all perished at the hands of the evil dark knights and their demonic beasts or are they hiding, waiting for the chance to fight back.

Both assumptions are wrong. Deep below the surface, in the cesspits of the world where magma and sinking sand are just two of the dangers, the heroes of the past prevail. Food is scarce and water scarcer. The Meredians who watch over these pits, these crafty cells monitor the levels of food and water carefully, distributing enough for the survival of no more than half their prisoners.

Every day numbers dwindle and, to survive, the heroes have turned to the darkness that they fought. They have banded together in small groups, fighting internally for the right to their lives. Old alliances are forgotten, old friendships extinguished and only the strong may survive.

Can their hatred for the Meredians unite them long enough that they will gather together and use their strength in one final charge for victory, one final martyrdom or will they perish, gradually, slowly, forgotten to the world who already grieves for them. The conclusion is surely death but which path will our characters take? You decide.

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Does that make sense? Basically, create a hero, create a back story - how long have they been in the pits? Why were they condemned there? And then we'll work on their future.
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*I'm in this sounds way to cool to pass up ^_^*

name: Allura

gender: female

age: 17

appearance: ignore the wings, http://www.elfwood.com/art/l/i/linute/a ... 4.jpg.html

personality: she is fearless and will do whatever it takes to survive. But she still has hope for freedom

history: she was once a powerful leader and warrior. In hand to hand and weapons combat she kicks @ss.


other: up for love?
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name: Farleigh

gender: female

age: 16

appearance: http://asuka111.deviantart.com/art/Goth ... y-12021828

personality: playful, hot tempered, is adventurous, strong willed, competitive

history: isn't able to remember

other: can turn into the butterfly on her head at will
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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(I'll join)

Name- Derick Cosco

Gender- Male

Age- 21

Appearance- http://firu-kun.deviantart.com/art/Muge ... e-52144790 Black hair and dark blue eyes.

Personality- Self centered. All he cares about is getting out and nothing else. He'll kill anyone who tries to stop him, but will aid others trying to escape, If they fit his uses.


History- was a mercenary captain till his entire regiment was destroyed.
I will always fight back, no matter what.




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This sounds fun. You have a ready made hero, huh? I'll make a guy because weirdly there's always a shortage of them :D

Name: Tadhg (pronounced like Tag, but the a sounds more like a long i as in bike)

Age: 21

Race: Human

History: Not your average "Roar, let's kill orcs!" hero. Abandoned at birth, a couple of years ago Tadhg was the one who managed to stop the fighting in the slums in one of the major cities. He managed to unite the two gangs long enough to persuade the mayor to improve their living conditions. He's nicknamed "The Peacekeeper" and since then travelled from place to place to stop conflict.

Personality: Tadhg is an amazing speaker. He can move a crowd one way or another. He'll kill if necessary, but only if necessary. In general, he is friendly, confident but not overly so and helpful. People tend to like him a lot and he has a knack for uniting them under one banner.

Weapons: bow and sword.

Appearance: Tall with sandy blond hair, tanned skin and blue eyes.

Other: is up for love, if anyone wants to claim him, say so now.
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lol. piepiemann22, isn't that the guy from Samuri Champloo? :D
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar




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I'll join, but i may be a bit inactive next week.

Quick question(s) before I join: What time period is this and does magic exist in this storybook?
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Me too!!!

Name: Astoria

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance:dirty blonde hair, pale skin, dark eyes.

History: Once upon a time Astoria was a thief, stealing from the innocent to keep for herself. But once the Meredians appeared, she decided it would be nicer and more exhilarating, to steal from them. And so she became a sort oof Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the poor now. Until she was caught and grudgingly sent to the pits.

Personality: Mischievous, and optimistic, Astoria feels that they all will get out sometime, but that doesn't mean she won't stop trying. She can be persistant to the point of annoyance, and doesn't mind voicing her opinion. She seems to love conflict, and takes offence easily.

also: Can I call Tadhg!
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is you could slit my throat
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name: Korr

gender: Male

age: 17

appearance: Black hair, dark gray eyes. Dark skin... always wears dark clothes so that he can stay hidden in shadows.

personality: Rarely trusts anyone, very shady and mysterious. Ready to live... no matter what it costs.

history: He was a criminal once, but it his time in the pits he's become powerful... he's not good or bad... he wants to live. For real. Very good warrior--uses a sword and carries a poisoned knife.


other: up for love (kittykat....lol)
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*When can we start?*
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Looking good so far, all.

Maybe - It's set in a world of my own creation but the time period is similar to that of medieval times when people thought with swords and bows and arrows. I'd rather avoid guns and high technology. As for magic, it exists but in a limited form. All our characters are humans but they can have limited magic. Nothing over the top though. I'd rather not have highly powerful sorcerors.

Maki - start when you wish.

A note for everyone - The Meredians encourage the internal conflict and violence and every now and then a small blade or a useful item such as a heavy piece of wood or a rope can be found. Some people were even allowed to retain their weapons.

Now for my character (policy on characters is a maximum of two each or three if you think you can handle it but the posts have to be roughly equal for each) -

Name= Azael Kyrvoshki

Age= 31

Appearance= Tall with disarrayed black hair that he cuts infrequently with a small dagger he has managed to obtain. His eyes are a sharp blue and his skin mildly tanned. He is well built and reasonably muscled. Azael wears no shirt because he thought it far too blood stained and it's often very hot in the pits. His back has a thin scar running across one shoulder blade and there is another on the left side of his stomach. His trousers are plain and black, he wears a belt and he wears a decent pair of boots.

History= Azael was a great warrior. He was a member of the largest pocket of resistance, the Obani, and as such was a great man. He was kind and fiercely loyal. Brave and courageous, fighting for good and for honour. However, the pits have changed him. He was one of the earliest prisoners, condemned when the rebellion was still strong and there was hope of success. He spent his first two years in hope and high spirits, helping out those he found in the pits and gathering a group of survivors around him. Then the conflict started. News of the Meredian's increasing victory started to flood the pits and prisoners panicked and turned rogue. Many died and Azael could not take it. He failed to bring order and as such could not bring himself to stay, to lead the group. He fled. Six more years have passed and Azael exists alone. He still helps out those he finds but then, one night when he feels they are strong enough to live on their own, he leaves without a goodbye. Or if they are young or too weak, he finds them a place in his old group who are now calling themselves 'The First.'

Personality= Azael appears to be a grim man and he is often cold and distant. He lives in memories of how it used to be and clings to the hope that one day he will see the world again. But he has no desire to fight. He has no desire to take out the Merdians. If any man could lead an army against them, it would be Azael but he is no longer willing to take that position.
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*Hope this is okay*

[Farleigh]

She was in her butterfly form, wandering around the prison. The people there avoided each others eyes. Some watched the butterfly that brought a little color into the prison, not knowing that it was just another one of them.

Farleigh flew over to a dark corner and transformed back into her human form. She turned around and bumped into someone. Farleigh backed off and tried to see who she had bumped into, but it was too dark.

"Oh! I'm sorry..." Farleigh was turning to leave when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She froze, a cold chill ran down her back. "Who are you?"
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Name: Raiden

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance: http://astaviech.deviantart.com/art/Mercenary-42133616

Personality: under normal circumstances he would be a very happy, charismatic person, very protective and is all for working as a team which really confuses him sometimes, wants everyone to escape, short temper

History: just thrown in the pits a few days ago, once a member of the Obani, like Azael, not especially high in rank, was captured with the rest of his troop because they were part of the resistance. he is the only survivor of the troop, the others starved already, still retains hope. carries a sword on his back and a hidden dagger.

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[Raiden]

"I'm Raiden," he said, taking his hand off the butterfly-girl's shoulder, "I just got here a few d"-he paused, not remembering when he had found himself here-"Well a little while ago."

She nodded, "I'm Farleigh."

"So how'd you get here?" Raiden asked, hoping she wouldn't avoid him as the others had.

(srry, i didnt have much time)




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Astoria-

Carefully Astoria climbed through the jumble of black sooty rocks, trying to noiselessly reach the small clearing. A man was perched upon a rock on the edge of the clearing, and was silently reaching in and out of a pack.

He had uneven black hair that sat wildly on his head. He wore no shirt, only plain trousers and boots. His skin was pail, and a dark scar was etched into his shoulder.

Astoria crept closer, watching his hands as they slipped into the pack and slipped back out, gripping a small piece of dried meet.

Her mouth watered instantly, and her stomach moaned, and for a moment she thought he would turn at the sound of it, but he didn’t. He only continued to strip off bites of the meat with his teeth and chew.

If she had a proper weapon she would have attacked the moment the food came into sight, but all her weapons had been taken. Now she carried a decent sized blade she had found, no, not a blade, more of a piece of metal that had broken from its original form, jagged and curved. She didn’t even think it was sharp enough to cut.

The man was big and looked strong. She didn’t want to risk the chance that he had an actual weapon.

So she settled down behind her own rock to wait. Wait for him to sleep.

(the guy she is following is supposed to be Azael, if that’s okay)
Unless I had to
I'll do what I got to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt -TBS



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