The Witchers

Here’s another one folks. It’s a bit long, but try and stick with it. I find that if I try and be more detailed it makes it easy on all of you.~~
The world

No one knows who the Witchers are, or where they come from, and no matter what they do there is always a level of animosity towards them. They are the protectors. They act as soldiers, assassins and even diplomats. They do whatever is required to keep the peace, and they always have.

The world they protect is named Mid-World, and it is very similar to ours. The world's largest country is Gilead. It operates under a feudal system of government. The king's name is Arthur (a parallel to our own King Arthur and he has allowed for peace to rest its head. There has been no war, or strife since the beginning of his rule. The technology of Mid-World is very similar to our Middle Ages (swords and all that good stuff), but there is an air of magic to it. Creatures of legend roam the wilds; Centaurs patrol the plains, Snake people live in the forests, Orcs and other things live high in the mountains, and there are some things that have been living in the shadows for so long no one in living memory remembers their terrible power.

Around Gilead are several other baronies, each with their own government that is in a treaty with Gilead.

For now the Witchers watch, and wait for the inevitable explosion, but have they grown lazy in the long years of peace? Soon, they will be tested in ways they can not even imagine.

The Witchers
You are a Witcher. You were chosen at 17, like every other boy and girl who serves in the ranks. It has been two years and you have only recently undergone the transformation that defines a Witcher from normal humans.

On their 19th birthday anyone born a Witcher will change. They undergo a four day process of excruciating pain, where some aspect of their physiology is changed. On the first day their senses are heightened; on the second their perception and intellect are made sharper; on the third day their muscles strengthen, and on the fourth their bone structure hardens. The change over a regular human is not drastic, but it is noticeable. A Witcher will always be faster and stronger than a human, and while not necessarily smarter they will be able to learn things faster.

Witchers are taken to their stronghold of Kaer Morhen to train for two years, so that at the end of their training they change, and are ready to uphold the values of the Witchers. They are trained in every aspect of war, from swordsmanship to the art of the hunt, with special emphasis on areas they are good at to create experts in a particular category. Magic however is a dying breed. Many people used to be able to cast magic, but now it is only a handful, and most of those, Witchers. Magic is very powerful, and is cast through signs ( I am NOT making them up, so be creative) which drain the caster of energy based on the strength of the spell, but most Witchers with the ability can cast for a while before becoming tired.

This is the Witcher's Creed:
Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet life.

Witchers are the ultimate defenders of the peace, and they view that as their creed. To uphold peace and justice by whatever means necessary.

The plot
A group of recently changes Witchers is sent on their first mission, to bring back a group of seven potentials to Kaer Morhen. However upon their arrival home things are not well. The stronghold is destroyed, the king has been Assassinated and his incapable uncle taken the throne, after both of his sons were found dead. The new Witchers have to find the man responsible for the upheaval and kill him, before he can cause a total upheaval of power. And through all of this one of the oldest prophesies of the Witchers is coming true every day.

Locations are below, use for reference, not a must read.

Spoiler

Gilead: Lies at the center of the map. All of the other baronies surround it. The country is mildly forested and the northern sections have short mountains. Capitol is Cormyr. It is a majestic city with tall buildings made of white stone. It sits in the middle of a vast plain and is surrounded by a great wall. People from all over the world live here, and their influence can be seen in the army, which is made out of units from every country.

Chessenta: A land to the West of Gilead. It is good pasture land and is noted for its crops and livestock. The capitol is Archendale, and is known for a great crystal arch in the center of the town. Produces some of the most talented cavalry men, and foot soldiers. They have the typical knights.

Calimshan: to the east. It is fairly hilly and dry, almost arid. It borders the Eastern Sea and is a major shipping country with only two major cities. The capitol is Calimport. The city is best known for its Guild of Theives, which operate all over the world.

Dragon Coast: Another country that borders the Eastern Sea. It his covered in a dense jungle. The capitol is West Gate. Almost every wizard comes from this area of the world.

The Galena Mountains: To the south of Gilead. These are small, old, mountains covered in an ancient forest with a largely deciduous population. It is made up of a collection of city states with no unified government. They are excellent horsemen and archers, making them ideal scouts and mounted archers.

The Spine: A chain of mountains to the North. They are mostly untamed wilderness and few people live there. The forest is mostly Evergreen, and the trees are several hundred feet tall at the base, and grow shorter as the mountains go North. Some mountains keep snow year round they are so tall.

Kaer Morhen: The stronghold of the Witchers. It is a city build around a castle. The castle holds the training grounds, and the city houses the witcher as well as all of the trades that a fortress may require. It is located on the Western end of the mountains near the border with Chessenta.

The Border Kingdoms: There are three along the edge of the spine: Malkier, which is slowly dying off, Cormathor, which exists in the forests to the south, and Maradon, which is fairly Isolated in the East. The people that live here are very hardy folk and produce some of the best soldiers. Their lifestyle also produces a fair amount of Witchers.

Rules
-every rule set down by YWS
-keep blood to a minimum, but there will be killing, but also a lot of building relationships between characters. This is a mostly fantasy environment, so it should help anyone who writes in that setting, but also, it should just be fun
-try and make it as fun as possible, too many end because someone doesn't post. Keep posting, or let me know if you cant or need to drop out.
-You character DOES NOT have to be a Witcher, but he does have to be affiliated with them. Let me know if you want to be something else.

The Character:

Name:
Age: Should be nineteen, or twenty
Gender: Either
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Witcher Status: What is your specialty? Magic is a dying breed, but Witchers are the last practitioners (very few, but it is very powerful, we will need some). Are you an Archer? A sneak? A front line warrior? Also include weapons of choice etc.
Other:

*Ahhaha, I loved the game. It was so weird. Anyway, I hope this was based on the game . . . .*

I claim a spot.

Name: Prin Citen

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Childish and bubbly she never backs down from a fight and isn't afraid of physical work. She hardly ever gets nervous or scared and is hotheaded and coated with pride.

Appearance: I wanted to add a picture but it is really hard to find white haired and eyed people anyway here is what Prin looks like:

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History: Prin's father use to be a vicious cut throat, one of the very best. Though once he met Prin's mother he fell in love with her and both were wedded. When Prin was five the cut throats that her father use to work for killed both her grandmother and her father in attampt of revenge. Prin's mother who wasn't educated was forced into prositution. Prin began to hate her mother and wanted nothing to do with her running away to live on the streets.

After living a weak on the streets she met a boy about her age and they both decided to work together to survive. Though they had to become thieves and pick pockets Prin didn't mind as long as promised the people she stole from that she would repay them. ONce she hit thirteen she became a bounty hunter with her friend Ren catching people who did crimes or other things.
Though once she figured out she and Ren were witchers they put the bounty hunting business behind them to truly embrace what they were.

Witcher Status: Prin is a front line warrior, always loving the feeling of fighting. Because she had such a hard life on the street Prin can fight extremely well that she often is told she fights like a man. She wears a long sword on her back http://www.heavenlyswords.com/images/P/ ... -29X57.jpg
whihc she only uses when she gets in to real trouble otherwise she uses two daggers which she wears at her hips.
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Prin has a pair of rune marks on her arm, the left one she uses though the right one she leaves completely. The right one summons up Ren's demon which she accidently did once almost destorying the town the other allows her to take control of elements by just whispering their names.

Other:She use to have brown hair and brown eyes like her father till they turned white. She is up for love also.

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Name:Ren (last name unknown)

Age:19

Gender:Male

Personality: Shy and protective over Prin he'll do anything to make sure she is safe. He only smiles when she is around other than that she usually wades away from the crowd. He is the more quieter one out of hte gorup always getting woried when Prin gets him inot trouble.

Appearance: Here is a picture of him.

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History: His hisotry is clouded before he met Prin. He remembers being a slave boy for rich snobs who would beat him daily though one day he escaped killed the leader of hte household. What Prin doesn't know is that Ren was cursed by a witch because of his killings and what Prin thinks is actually a birthmark above his should is actually a mark which slowly kills him and brings pain to all around him. He knows nothing of his parents only that him mother and father were cowardly fisher man.

Witcher Status: He is an archer, though he most prefers to fight with his lead boomerang he keeps hidden on his back. He doesn't like fighting those goes head first when Prin gets in to trouble. Though when anything bad happens to Prin who goes beserk the vurse mark forcing him into a blood rageing monster who will not stop till all around him is dead.
He can talk to the animals forcing them to do what he pleases though he can also turn into a demon the only Prin can summon up his true form.

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Other:The curse is slowly eating away at him making his more snappy than he use to originally be. He is way to ovre proective over Prin because he has a wild crush on her ever since they met though he likes to make her jealous by going with over females. And he absolutely despises being a witcher!


Finally done and complete, I hope you like it if you don't you can get rid of it. I won't be able to type much because of school but I'll try as much as I can!!!!

more inspired by the game, but thanks for joining. Ill make a profile today.

I claim a spot, a girl

For those who played the games or read the books these are not the same people. Havily inspired even inthe name of the castle but the white hair isn't necessary. I can bring it in I necessary. And geralt was the only one like that any way because he was experimented on bythe witchers

Name: Esony
Age: nineteen
Gender: Female

Personality: The shyest of the witchers. Very intelegent. Loves to read.

Appearance: [Name: Esony

Age: nineteen

Gender: Female

Personality: The shyest of the witchers. Very intelegent. Loves to read.

Appearance: http://www.istockphoto.com/stock-photo- ... miling.php

History: Can’t remember most of her past, but has a scar on her hand that she recalls always having. Sometimes has ‘flashes’ of the past.

Witcher Status: She is an Archer, but can also fight with a staff. Has control over moon and stars, so can harness their power to use in other spells.

Other: Up for love. First come, first serve.

We also need someone to be the leader. Volunteers?

Name: Roland De Malkier

Age: nineteen

Gender: male

Personality: He didn't want to be a Witcher, but he has taken to the life well. He strongly believes in what they do, and now, he wouldn't give it up for anything. He is still however very quiet and can often seem resentful. His solitude has an air of sorrow, as he is one of the last of his people, but he tries not to let it show too much. He has few close friends, but those he does call "friends" are very close to him, and they see the happiness that he has, but rarely comes out. A lot of the people who don't know him well would say he has no emotion, and all of his friends will admit he shows it often. He is not cruel in his silence, but just there. He will speak up to uphold the witcher values, and to keep people safe, or if someone else talks to him first.

Appearance: He looks sort of like this. He always has a tired look about him, partially to the bags under his eyes, and partly to the way he carries himself. His eyes are a light grey sort of like granite.

History: (No one knows this) He was the youngest son of the King of Malkier ( a border kingdom). His oldest brother was chosen to be a Witcher when Roland was 8. His next oldest brother died in a hunting accident two years later. When he was seventeen the Witchers came, and after he refused they tore him from his home and took him to Kaer Morhen. He trained with every intention of returning to his home and protecting it there, even becoming king if necessary, but over the years his people have almost faded out of existence. He doesn't even know if there will be anyone left when he is allowed to operate on his own.

Witcher Status: He is one of the most promising swordsmen, but his ability as a scout and tracker is almost unmatched. He was hardened at a young age due to his upbringing and fighting comes naturally to him. He carries two swords, one a short gladius and the other one is a longer sword. He also has an assortment of knives, and a small short bow if he thinks its necessary.

Other: Up for love.

If we ever need a guy just tell me so I can switch this around

Name: Samantha *Sam* Beuxbon

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Samantha is a day dreamer, a great idealist with the spite (if needed) of a wild hog. She likes entertainment but is constantly in thought thinking of ways to entertain herself. Sam likes to laugh and has it easy with making new friends, but don't worry she doesn't trust you yet.

Appearance: Thin and normal heighted, Sam stands stands a peaking five six. She has long reddish brown hair and porcelain doll features almost looking like she might break if tampered with too much. Her face has a galaxy of light freckles that make her look a bit younger than she actually is, some say she looks like a young fairy.

History: Sam grew up in a small city state in the Galena mountains known to few as the Francine Pass. She only grew up with her Father, knowing nothing of her mother and never wanted to ask. Because of her elf like appearance the village elders looked down on her because of the constant bickering with the nearby Elf Village (note: they are like a lax version of Lord of the Rings elves).
She eventually was taken to the forest to be "with her own kind" in the same night she discovered she was a half breed, her mother being ran out by her own kind because of her being pregnant by a human. She might still be out there and this thought haunts her on a daily basis. The chance of being a good witcher may make it easier to find her mother.

Witcher Status: Because of her Elven heritage Sam can do little magic but mostly healing, she can also "manipulate" daggers to her liking in combat. She can also cope hand to hand well.

Other: Up for love? Who wants to be Sam's bestie??

Name: Lila Mesmiria

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: She is quiet and very sensitive. She is not confident around guys but wishes she was. When she gets to know people she is loyal and true and will stick by them whatever happens.

Appearance: Small and elf like with long wavy chocolate brown hair. She has deep brown eyes. She has lightly tanned complexion and is very slim and delicately built. This makes her light on her feet. She looks about 15 and often gets told that.

History: She grew up in a small village in Chessenta with her mother and sister. She never really knew her father but she knows he was killed and that he did not die a natural death. This has made her interested in protecting herself and her family. Before she got taken to Kaer Morhen she had already learnt rudimentary sword skills.

Witcher Status: She can use basic healing magic, and is very capable with a sword. On arriving at Kaer Morhen she learnt to perfect her skill with a sword and this is her preffered weapon. She can use a bow, but prefers not to. She would also be in trouble in a fight without weapons because of her delicate build.

Other: Up for love but will have to be approached.

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When will we start this....soon? *nudge nudge*

Id be into starting soon... anyone wanna not be an archer though?

Alright, I'm up for just being a swords woman

I'll edit that.

I'll do daggers because they Sam is good at hand to hand already

Name: Kaladore Refee

Age: Twenty

Gender: Male

Personality: Unmotivated and down to earth. He's not one to put effort into things and rarely will go out of his way for people. He only joined the Witchers because he thought he'd be able to live the life he wanted. Kaladore isn't one for jokes and likes to lay down when ever moving isn't necessary.

Appearance: http://dark-razvan.deviantart.com/art/S ... 1-49411379

History: Kaladore was brought up a farmer by his father. His mother died when he was only 5 years of age. He grew to hate the farm and wanted to live a life where he didn't have to do anything. He would often slack on chores and nap out in the fields. When the Witchers came and took him he figured it would be a chance to live a life he wanted so he went willingly.

Witcher Status: Fist fighter. Kaladore developed strength and toughness that was at a higher standards than most Witchers, but he developed no magic what to speak of. He refused to train with a weapon because he always thought it would just be more weight and work to learn to use.

Other: Regrets becoming a Whitcher because of all the hard work he's been forced to do,but knows one day he'll be able to live life the way he wants to. Up for love. Maybe you can get his up off his bum.

ill start,

Tristan~~

I jumped up onto the horse and felt my weight pull me down into the light saddle I preferred to ride with, instead of the heavy ones favored by the knights and other types of heavy cavalry.

The other Witchers were either mounting up as well, or checking their gear for the fifth time, but Kaladore was sleeping, as always.

I rode over and nudged him with my boot, "Get up; and grab a spear. At least try and by useful if we get ambushed while still on the horses."

"Why would someone try and attack a unit of Witchers?"

"Desperate times, desperate measures. Don't ever doubt the lengths people will go to if they feel it is necessary. Now mount up."

He moved towards his horse lazily and took a spear from the rack near the target wall. All the other Witchers were ready and the gate opened into the morning mountains. The sun was just rising over the tops of the mountains to the East, but it seemed more North East. Every week it seemed to move farther and farther north, and in the middle of summer it should be staying in the middle of the sky.

We rode out of the gate together. Taking a small diamond shape of four riders, with two riders scouting ahead, but still within eyesight. There was no danger here, but by the time they reached Cormathor to the south, there was no telling what would be waiting for them.