Chains

plot: The Union, a group of three kingdoms working together against the largely hostile world of Carna. Alera, Elantris, and Celta. Society in the Union is divided into three classes. The citizenry, the Core, and slaves. Fifteen years earlier during the First War, the Core fought bravely against the Garath, and earned their freedom.

They were sent to protect the Union's borders, where they learned they had won a freedom in name only, they were still little more then slaves. In present day, the Core have finally had it, they strike a bargain with the Unions worst enemies, the Mador. And lead them into the Empire.

Meanwhile, resentment has been brewing among the slaves, which flares into open revolt at the beginning of the Second War. And all the while the unions enemies circle like vultures. Now we must work together, gather the tattered remnants of the Union, and forge it into an unbreakable sword.

We must stand together, or die alone.

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rules: The usual rules apply here, no god moding. No killing off characters without permission, and no more then two characters per person.
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characters: please follow this character profile.

name-
age-
gender-
class- (slave, citizen, Core)
appearance-
personality-
history-
powers- (magical abilities, make sure they have a weakness)
abilities- (non magical abilities, eg: swordsmanship, tracking, lockpicking)
other-

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my profile:

name- Kazuya (Kaz)
age- 17, almost 18
gender- male
class- slave
appearance- http://media.photobucket.com/image/fire ... .jpg?o=175 ,red eyes, golden-brown hair.

personality- Arrogant, prideful, and hotheaded. He has spent years tempering his emotions, with cool reason and logic. Very independant, would rather die than follow someone's lead. Charismatic and smart as hell, he's a leader not a follower. But he will follow so long as that person has his respect. Very much a loner, but fiercely loyal to those few friends he has.

history- Kazuya wasn't born a slave, in fact he was about the farthest thing from one. He's the first born son of Alera's king, and the rightful heir to the throne. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father remarried a few years later. When he was six his little brother was born, weeks later his step mother tried to kill him. The attempt failed, but not entirely, Kaz was mistaken for a slave and taken away. The world at large believes him dead but his step-mother knows better, and has repeatedly sent assasins after him. Trying to kill him before he came into his powers.

Born with the wings of the royal family, which Kaz has kept hidden, and all the elemental power of his blood. Kaz is one of the leaders of the slave revolt. Yet he continues to hide his heritage, and doesn't claim his rightful identity. He's spent so long hiding it's become ingrained.

powers- elemental, largely focused on fire and wind, his powers are untrained and have a tendency to backfire on him.
abilities- flight golden wings, swordcraft. scouting/reconaiscance.
other- up for love, prefers to fight with twin swords.

*The wings are unique to the Union's royal families. Though the colours are different depending on the country.*

ill make a character tomorrow, need to go to sleep right now.

name- Tristin De Leoness

age- 23

gender- Male

class- What is core?

appearance- He is tall and wiry, but not in a weak way. He is all sleek muscle. His skin is white, and has always been that way from birth, but his hair is pitch black. He generally keeps it short but it has started to grow out into his bright green eyes.

personality- He is very quiet. He will keep his distance for two reasons. The first is that he is a bastard, and has always been left out and the second is because of his skin. It further alienates him and makes it harder for him to find acceptance. Despite the hate of the common people he is willing to protect them, and will do all he can to save them, even if it means risking being caught by the guards. He is very good natured, but he can be cruel if he needs to.

history- Was the bastard son of a Duke and an unknown woman. He was raised to adulthood(16) by his father, then cast out to find a way for himself. He worked for a while as a back smith's apprentice, then he joined the Army. His appearance made him unable to be a frontline soldier, even though he excelled in combat. He was sent to the Rangers that patrol the borders. He stayed with them till he was twenty two, then his squad was ambushed and killed. He knew he would be hung for abandoning his post so he left, and has been living the last year as a fugitive wandering from town to town.

powers- He has some light magics, mostly combat, but they are very unstable and if he uses them too much or gives himself to them, then he looses a bit of himself and goes into a maddening rage.

abilities- He is an excellent swordsman and archer. He is very good at surviving on almost nothing and is perfectly at home in the woods.

other- up for love if you can get him to stop moving.

Name- Caledonia Se Celtra [Kahl-ay-dohn-ya](Cal)

Age- 17

Gender- Female

Class- Royalty, wherever that fits into

Appearance- Here, and she's pretty short. Only about five foot six. She also has thick black wings used for flight. Many people think she's blind simply because the color of her eyes.

Personality- Cal is very loving of everyone around them, no matter what class they fall in. She's been punished for associating with slaves and peasants, but it doesn't bother her at all. She doesn't care who you are, where you came from, or how rich you are, she'll befriend you if you're willing. Cal is very loyal to those she follows and trusts, but loves the feeling of being free to do whatever at times. She also hates that slavery deal.

History- From the age of four, she was trained in how to fight even though she was a female since her father never had a son. At age thirteen she was suited with a boy much, much younger than her from the Alera kingdom, who is only eleven now. (Is this okay that I use Kaz's little brother Sylver? If not that's okay!) Now, at age seventeen, Cal is planning on running away.

Powers- Trained to control darkness, wind, and lightning like her family. However, she was never one to use her darkness and lightning powers much. If she does there's a possibility she can injure herself. The worst injury she's received so far was lighting back striking on her. She's got a scar on her chest that looks like the aftermath of an explosive. BAM!

Abilities- flight (her wings are black), able to generate wind with her wings, and she's great at archery

Other- Up for love

Royalty is just the ruling families of the three kindoms, but they all fall into the citizen class. As for the Core, originally it was a rank very close to that of a slave. If a Core did something amazing like saved their master's life, they would be freed. Slaves however can never be freed, and any of their children are slaves too.

But fifteen years ago the entire Core class was freed, by helping to stop the first war. However this freedom is a facade, in reality little has changed about their situation, except all Core's sent to the Union's outer borders.

I'm saving myself a place. I have to do some other stuff on a differnt site first.

I know we only have like three people with completed profiles, but I cannot wait for this to start! It's random and all but it's so completely true! Also, could slaves be set free at all by their owner? Odd way of putting it, I know, but I was just wondering if their owner or whatever could give them freedom if they wished.

*Sure I guess we can start and have people join as we go. As for the slaves freedom, as I explained above, it is not possible to free one. That's the difference between slaves and Core. The only way for a slave to get his/her freedom is to run away, which is extremely difficult.

Until others join we can compensate by making up NPC, and if people want they can use those charas for their profiles.*

Kazuya(Kaz)-

Kaz leapt aside as the black arrow slammed into the tree. Clouds scudded across the face of the moon. Revealing a silent battle in the forest. Kicking the swordsman away, Kaz threw out his hand, sending a fist sized fire ball toward the archer.

Blue flames slammed into the bow man, the smell of cooking meat filled the air. The archer choked, but didn't scream. Still burning he fell over the cliff into the waters of the Kalodren river.

The second assasin paused gaping at where his friend had been. He snapped back, bringing his sword up to block. But Kaz' thrust was too quick. The second assasin died as silently as the first.

Sighing Kaz used the assasin's cloak to clean his blade. He was interupted by the sound of sarcastic clapping. Tyr strode into the clearing, the rebel leader wore a dark blue cloak, and leather armour over a silk tunic and worn leggings. Like Kaz, Tyr was one of the leaders of the slave revolt.

The two of them had grown up together, bonded to the same master. Together they had plotted their escape and now they planned for everyone's freedom. "Impressive as always, Kaz. I only caught the last bit though, I don't suppose you'll tell me how you got the archer?"

"No, I won't. That's one secret not even you get Tyr." Kaz snapped as he sheathed his katana.

Smiling, Tyr crouched down and checked the body. When he stood his green eyes were serious, his thatch of messy black hair giving him a wild appearance. "Just like the other assasins. No tounge so he can't betray his client, I'll bet the other was the same. One of these days Kaz you'll have to tell me why someone wants you dead so badly. After all you're just a slave. Let's get back to camp." Turning Tyr strode back down the forest path.

Kaz glanced down at his hand, red gold flames gathered in his palm. Ruby eyes glinting in the firelight, Kaz fisted his hand, snuffing the fire. "Just a slave?"He thought. "I wish."

*One thing Chupa any royal can use all elements, which one's they rely on depend on training and personality.*

name- Hsaiash

age- 20

gender- female

class- slave, trained to be an assassin

appearance- close-cropped brown hair, very dark eyes. Stands at 5'8", trim athletic build.

personality- At first she appears to be a cold, calculating killing machine. As you get to know her (if you get to know her), the scared girl underneath becomes apparent.

history- Hsaiah was born a slave and at the age of 18 was purchased by Kaz's stepmother. She had been trained since birth to be an assassin and had proven herself loyal to her former owners. Just to be safe before sending her out after her stepson, her new master had her tongue cut out to prevent being betrayed.

powers- her senses, reflexes, and aim are all quite a bit better than a human's should be

abilities- can fight with just about any weapon, conventional or not. Excellent tracker, great at keeping herself hidden when the need arises.

other- Mute for obvious reasons. Open for love.

Kalodren

Caledonia Se Celtra~

"Caledonia, be sure not to dirty that dress. Caledonia, make due with what you have, no princess needs trousers like a man. Caledonia, this. Caledonia that!" Cal mocked everything that had been said to her just that day as she sat on the bridge overlooking the Kalodren river, her toes grazing the swift waters. She closed her stone-colored eyes and sighed.

After a while, something hard suddenly hit her foot, the current pushing it against her. She opened her eyes and, seeing a dead man staring at her, screamed. His eyes were open, and his mouth was gaping, as if he died in sheer pain. Cal hurried off the bridge and reached her hand out, grabbing the man's coat tightly. She lugged him out onto the bank, reading the tattoo on his neck. He wasn't one of Celtra's, that much she knew simply by the cruel way his tongue was cut out.

Cal sighed and shook her head, closing the dead man's mouth and eyes before shoving him back into the current. It wasn't like she could show up at the castle saying something like, "Mother, Father! I found a dead man! Can we give him a proper burial?" Cal laughed at the thought of what her mother would say and shook her head, once again sitting on the dock. She held the palms of her hands close together, a small spark jumping back and forth between them.

Name: Mysonya

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Class: Slave

Apperance: She is tall for a female, standing an inch below 6 foot. She is of average weight but looks to be on the thin-ish side from not eating. She has broad, bony shoulders and calloused hands from laboring constantly. She has hip length mousy brown hair with thick, blunt bangs that make her cheeks look hollow and her face narrower. She has full lips and her eyes are a light brown with little flecks of green that aren't visible unless you really look at her. She's not exactly beautiful, though she's not ugly either, but she does look tough, and that makes her stand out.

Personality: She's witnessed horrible things and even had to do bad things in her life, and that makes her very afraid. She is miserable because she has no one, though she keeps all that hidden. She hides behind a tough, thick exterior, and dosen't let anyone take that down. She remains cool and calm through all situations and always takes charge. She has that personality the you can't stand, though you just can't help but like her.

History: She was born into a small, poor family. She was often found tending to the hurt and extremely needy slaves. Her parents would punish her for that because they didn't want her hurt or seen with them. Then, at the age of 10, her entire family was wiped out by a village fire. She and her old friend Parker were the only ones to escape. She hasn't seen Parker since, but knows he was made a slave like she was.

Powers: She is extremely smart. Smarter than anyone she's ever met and can outwit you in a second, though she's never had a formal education. Things just come to her.

Ability: Very smart and good with daggers or knifes.

Other: Up for love. Has many, many scars over her back, well, obviously.

Ill try and find a way to get in soon, for now just a little meaningless thing
Tristin~~

The man pushed himself away from the rickety wooden table and dropped three golden coins as he left. The door shut behind him, blocking the sounds of the piano and drunken laughter and leaving him in silence. Mist seeped out from in between his teeth and rose to cloud his face. His eyes flickered back and forth down the street, taking in every detail in a way that betrayed nothing about him.

He hitched up his jacket and started walking down the street, his eyes still taking in every detail, his body slowly standing on edge, ready to move at a moments notice. He didn't know quite what was putting him on edge, but over the first twenty years of his life he had learned to trust his feelings.

He passed an Inn with a swinging sign so faded by wind and rain he could no longer tell what it said. He turned into the adjacent alley and walked to the back of the inn. He wasn't allowed to enter through the front door. It was one of the conditions of him getting a room. He trudged up the stairs, still completely on edge. He walked through the last door on the right and sat down on the lumpy bed. Maybe there really wasn't anything to be afraid of.

He would have to move on tomorrow though. That mind end in a fight. He hoped not though. A quiet day would be nice. But he had a feeling.

Name- Barid Devdariani

Age- 19

Gender- Male

Class- Citizen

Appearance- http://wredwrat.deviantart.com/art/Blac ... us-9852255

Personality- Barid is a no-nonsense person, someone who has a compulsion to make sure that everything he does is finished, and finished well. He doesn't have a great sense of humour, but he isn't mean. While he believes that he can't change most of what he doesn't like in the Union, such as slavery and the Core, he keeps to a strict moral code. He refuses to hurt anyone he is commanded to capture, and has a penchant for allowing the escape of any innocent under a death sentence. He is fiercely loyal to the Union, and to anyone he considers it his duty to protect.

History- He was born the son of the captain of the Celtran royal guard, a position his family had held for generations, and raised to eventually take the same role. The training was strict, and his father's expectations were very high, but by the age of sixteen he was capable of outfighting most of the men in the guard. He isn't the most popular among them because of his ideas of honour and his tendency to criticise his comrades, but he is respected.

Powers- Like his father and most in his family, magic simply doesn't affect him. However, this does mean all magic, and he can't be healed by anything except natural means, which are also slower than usual for him.

Abilities- He is a superb swordsman, and capable of fighting with equal ability in any degree of armour.

Other- Up for love

Hsaiash

"Girl," came the cold, drawling voice. "Come here."

Hsaiash approached the chair where her mistress sat. She kept her dark eyes averted, as was proper, and knelt at the woman's feet.

"I suppose you're wondering why I called you here." The woman was tall, with a cold elegant sort of beauty. Her deep blue robes cascaded over the edge of her chair like water. "Then again, perhaps you aren't. You always seemed bright enough for a slave. Not too bright, of course... that would be dangerous."

The girl at her feet didn't respond.

The woman didn't seem to expect anything different. "I've called you because it's your time to go after the target. I've sent several others, and all has been in vain. Take up their task and carry out the mission, or die trying. Understood?"

Hsaiash nodded.

"Good. I have everything you will need laid out by the back entrance. Make sure no one sees you leave."

The girl nodded again and rose to leave.

"And, girl?"

She tilted her head to indicate that she was listening.

"Don't fail me."

*Alright, I'm going to try to bring all the characters together early on. With a rebel plot. Since the princess wants to runaway the rebels will do her the favor of kidnapping her. *

Kazuya(Kaz)-

"So that's Flanour, Cetra's capitol. It's pretty." Tyr reined his horse in and stared at the city in the distance. The city gleamed in the dawn light, carved of shining grey white marble. It spread out along a bend in the river.

Kaz grunted as he dismounted. In his minds eye he compared it to Alera's capitol Imperia. Flanour was pretty, but it couldn't compare. To Kaz the city was like a painting, Imperia was colour and life, hope and despair.

Sighing he tossed the reins to Tyr. "I'm going ahead, I'll meet you in the nobles quarter. The others should be in position outside the city by now. We sneak into the palace, grab her highness and get."

Rolling his eyes Tyr kicked his horse into a trot, calling over his shoulder. "I'm not even going to bother asking how you'll beat me there, Kaz. Your damned love of secrecy will get you killed one day."

"No doubt, but at least I'll die with a smile on my face." He chuckled and made his way to a wooded clearing. Glancing around, Kaz made sure no one was watching. Large golden wings snapped out from his back, feathers shining in the morning sunrise.

Closing his eyes he drew a curtain of light around him, invisible to all eyes but his own. Kaz grinned ferally, red eyes snapping with anticipation, he ran forward and leapt into the sky.