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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 20, 2008 11:37:18 GMT -5
Roleplay GM's: Gryphon , and Shewulph
Roleplay Setting:
Our story begins nearly ten millennia ago in the mystic island of Avalon where mythic races live side by side in peace. But as with all peace it must come to an end, the day it came was much like any other in Avalon; the skies were a brilliant azure and the sun warmed the land. During this perfect day Merlin’s sister Araemil was searching for a gem that was lost to time, but little did she know this gem was no ordinary gem it held the spirit of an Ancient Dark Elf Sorceress who had been lock away centuries before by the Council of Mythics for crimes against Avalon. Soon Araemil found the gem and released the spirit unknowingly; the evil spirit that resided within the gem sprung out and toward her like a cheetah hunting for its next prey. Within seconds the revengeful spirit possessed her and suppressed her mind, leaving Araemil only to watch helplessly as her body became a slave at the sorceress’s whim.
Soon months and years would pass with no one ever knowing that the great wizard’s sister had been taken over by the ancient spirit of the Dark Elf sorceress. Bidding her time she met secretly with her kin and brethren in the Order of Shadows, planning to wage war on the ones who had imprisoned her so long ago. First she tricked the Royal Dragon ruler to attend a meeting based on the promise of peace with the Order of the Shadows, but once they were in her domain she offered them a drink; Mind you this was no ordinary dink it was a special potion that made the ruler fall under the control of the sorceress. Once she had him under her control she ordered him to return to his kind and put the same potion into the dragons food supply. And soon Days later every dragon from the smallest hatchling to the Greatest Great Wyrm was at the beck and mercy of the Order. All though the sorceress’s plan had started to fall into place, there were still obstacles in her way.
Both the Phoenix and Gryphon races stood in her way, both were not only guards to their own Royal Families but to the Council of Mythics as well. She could not let them stand in the way they need to be eliminated, but that was easier said than done both races could take on a dragon and come out still standing. Weeks would pass before she would final devise a plan, a risky plan at that. She sent the dragons after the phoenixes to kill them using the only thing she knew that would defiantly silence the Phoenix. With permafrost weapons in hands the dragons quietly landed outside the Phoenix Village before carrying out the first of many attacks. One by one the phoenixes fell, only a small group would survive by escaping to the burning furnaces of the Volcano.
Hearing of the attack the council quickly moved and put together an army of their own preparing for a possible attack by the dragons. Every Royal from every Royal family that was not on the council was quickly rushed into hiding by the Elite Guard. During this troubled time the Council enacted a decree that brought back a group that had been disbanded centuries before after the great peace was established. The new group was made up of Elite guards, and Minor Palace Guards from each of the royal houses; the group was called the Knights of Avalon Order.
As each side built up for a battle; no one knew what was to follow that the mythic races would be brought to their knees and to brink of self-destruction. The Mythics would lose and badly, Battle after battle came and went and with each lost more mythics gave their lives. Nearly 150,000 mythics were lost by the last battle; knowing that they had been beaten the Council made the hard decision to abandon Avalon and go to the mortal realm where humans lived.
Shortly after arriving the mythics spread out in the mortal realm; some going to Greece, others to what would be Great Britian, and other parts of the world. A year would pass before ever mythic had settled in their new home among humans; The Mythic Council had reestablished on a small island that they had named Avalon after their home. At first there relations with humans were good, some of the humans consider them allies others consider them to be evil beast.
After a thousand years the council decided to try and when the favor of the humans by presenting them with the knowledge that they had. They also presented them with a city called Atlantis were both Mythics and Humans would live side by side in harmony. But that harmony wasn't to last the humans became greedy and wanted more power over the city and control over the mythics; seeing that they were endangered the council had the city destroyed and sunk beneath the sea and order mythics to go into hiding.
Afterward it was decided that mythics would use their magical abilities to take human form if they needed to be among humans for any reason. Mythics and humans may have not parted on the best of terms but they would still try and protect the humans from the threats that they only knew of. Merlin still had hope for human; that may be one would be different that one could help them take back their home.
Through out the years though the hope of returning home became distant dream and only Merlin's Prophecy of the chosen would survive. But even these chosen like most of the other young adults wouldn't know of the mythics true home, they would of all been taught that the mortal realm has always been where then existed.
To teach young mythics about themselves a school was opened a thousand years ago by Henry Rodran on a small island somewhere off the coast of the United Kingdom. Henry decided that only a few students would be chosen every year to attend the school. Every student that has been invited to the school has been sent a letter on invitation since the school has opened.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 20, 2008 11:40:17 GMT -5
Character RulesAny mythological creature from myth is allowed in the RP. Though there are restrictions on some myths and then are as follows; Only one phoenix is aloud in the rp. Also use of the western style dragon is restricted because they are the villain in our plot. If you wish to have a good dragon character you will be limited to the use of an Eastern Dragon type dragon. (No Exceptions)
A good place to start looking for a potential character race is the Mythic race database at Wikipedia. You can find a Complete Listof Creatures here, or a list of Greek Mythic Creatures here and a list of Japanese Mythical Creatures Here.(The Phoenix is closed - First come first serve) --------- Character SheetName: Title: (if any, Your character can hold any title that you wish be it Royal or Council Knight in training, ect. although if you choose a race and decide to make them royal and there is all ready a member with royal status for that race, just pass it by them so they know, and not change things about the said royal family.) Age: Gender: Race: (Note: Western Dragons as a race are off limits, This does not apply to the Western Dragon NPC who are used for the plot only) Eye Color: Hair Color: Height: Weight: Birth Date: Birth Place: Appearence:
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 20, 2008 11:42:13 GMT -5
Main Characters
Name / Mythic Race Blythe Quigley, Gryphon Zartirra Emberstorm, Cerberus Nathaniel Fitchberg , Human (w/ Mythic Ancestry) Esten Sienna, Eastern Dragon Old Gray, Wolf- Native American Spirit Guide (Teacher/NPC)
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 20, 2008 11:48:52 GMT -5
Name:Blythe Quigley Title: Student, and Prince of the Gryphons Age: 50 (Appearance of a human of 20) Gender: Male Race: Gryphon Eye Color: Yellow Hair Color: Auburn Brown Height: 5'11" - Human Form (5'5" - Gryphon Form) Weight: 155 lbs Birth Date: February 12, 1958 Birth Place: Glasgow, Scotland Appearence:LinkPersonality: Blythe is a show off; he believes there is nothing that he can’t do when he among his own. Ether this is because of his upbringing or that he prince of his race. Although when he is among others he is reserved an overall quiet person and doesn’t like to be treated any different, he wants to be treated like a normal person. But once he gets to know someone he well open up and become more friendly and more apted to joke around. He gets along with most of the other mythic races, but there is one above all else that he hates; dragons for Blythe are evil and no matter what type they are it doesn’t change his mind. History:Blythe was born nearly fifty years ago into the Royal Gryphon family; he had a life of nobility and privilege, but that nobility comes at a price he was to represent his race which was easier said than done. At the age of five he and his siblings were witness too an traumatic event; while his father the King was away meeting with a Hippogryph envoy, a sect of dragons lead by Bahamut attacked the Royal home leaving his mother and two of his siblings dead. The memory witnessing his mother and a few of his siblings murdered burned into the back of his mind, and has been know too while growing up to attack eastern dragons without provocation. At a young age he vowed once he takes the thrown that gryphon kind would declare war on all dragon kind for the sins of their dragon brethren. When he was old enough around 10 (25 years human) he started to train with the royal guard to become a great warrior, though this mindset got him in trouble more then one time with his father.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 20, 2008 14:05:12 GMT -5
As on many days Blythe laid in his finely kept nest in his room at his family’s home somewhere in Glasgow, Scotland when he was not being taught by the Royal advisors about his duties. But on this day his rest was rudely interrupted by a messenger that barged into the room through in open balcony, “Your highness….!” The Gryphon screamed and excitement, “You have a message from the council….”
“This better be good messenger I don’t like being disturbed while I’m resting…” Bythe scoffed as he sat up and glared at the Gryphon. If there was one thing that he hate more than anything it was having someone barge in on him, he found it rude and disrespectful no matter who the person was or who they were barging in on. He sighed seeing the gryphon wasn’t moving toward him, “Well come on than let’s see it I don’t have all day to deal with this.”
The messenger stepped forwarded and handed Blythe the note before backing off, “Quite right sir, sorry” He then backed off toward the balcony and waited to be spoken too again.
Blythe broke the wax seal of the Mythic Council before opening the letter and reading it slowly. As he read through it he became shocked at what the later was saying, “School?” he muttered out loud to himself, “I’ve been invited to a school? Why…” He folded the later up and looked to the messenger and tossed him a coin, “Your dismissed messenger”
After the messenger had left Blythe stood and took his half form before walking out of his room out into the hallway with the letter in claw toward his father’s throne room and walked up to him, “Father May I have a moment…?” He held the letter out to him so he could read it.
His father took the letter after nodding and began to read it, “Hmmm.” He looked between Blythe and the letter, “You should be proud not all Mythics are invited to attend the school.” He dismissed two of his Advisors before standing himself and walking down to Blythe, “Now what is it you need my son?”
“It’s just…” Blythe sighed heavily, “I don’t want to go to this school, and I have the advisors to teach me…”
“You don’t have any choice but to go” His father demanded, “I don’t even have that power to say you can’t go even though I am King…. And even If could there is no way a son of mine would make a fool of this family, you are going whether you like it or not.”
----------------- (Time elapse) After fighting with his father to no avail, he was forced to fly to the school on his own with no help from any one. Blythe landed at the school’s gate and sighed, he didn’t want to be there and it was obvious to anyone else that was also there.
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Post by SheWulph on Jul 20, 2008 15:55:39 GMT -5
Name: Zartirra Title: Student, Gamma Guardian Age: 123 (about 20 in human years) Gender: Female Race: Cerberus (Wolf/Fox appearance with long wolf like tail) Eye Color: Blue Green Hair Color: Copper Brown Fur Color: Copper Brown with tan and blond tiger like strips/ Height: 5'9'' Human form: 5'11 Cerberus form Weight: 154 lbs Birth Date: 25 September 1885 Birth Place: Windhoek, Namibia
Appearance: (will add later)
Personality: (will add later)
History: (will add later)
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Post by earlyrose on Jul 21, 2008 16:07:26 GMT -5
Name: Nathaniel Fitchberg Title: None Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Eye Color: Azure Hair Color: Dark brown Height: 6'1" Birth Date: 24 November Birth Place: Brighton, South England
Personality: At his worst, aloof, sardonic and patronizing, at his best charming, loyal and proud. He has strong morals but his sharp tongue often hurts when it was not intented so. He seems far superior to his mere 17 years and his intelligence is partly the cause of his aloof and recluse nature.
History: At the age of 4, it was clear to see Nathaniel had developed a gift that that had travelled down his mythic ancestry. The gifts of his ancestors varied greatly; from shape-shifting to invisibility, but Nathan's gift was different. He could speak to something that no-one else could see and at the age of 10 he diagnosed his ability; he was a type of medium. After time he developed ways to command and bound the spirits when he brought them to this world by music. By the time he was 12 a spirit appeared for all to see. No one knew what the spirit was, it could not say, but it was thousands of years old and like many others of it's kind, lived on 'the other side' and when called here could take whatever form it wished, but was under the command of Nathaniel. They called him a 'Elthomancer' (I made this up) and he called them by their names; his favourate companion being a female spirit (Elthos) named Gyrwn. He gradually seperated himself from his family who he considered intolerant of his gift; though in reality they tried all they could and loved him so much, especially his sister Maria, 16, who did not inherit a gift. But all in all most were glad of the invitation when it arrived, most of all his Father, who's relationship with his son was, to say the least, increasingly strained.
(Due to my character's gift, I'll do a description of Gyrwn aswell. She has the ability to take on any form she so wishes. Also Nathaniel can summon any spirit he wishes but Gyrwn is almost his constant companion.)
Name: Gyrwn (a shortened version of her truth name, Gyrwnethcalsindarinutar.) Title: Too many to name. Age: 2,467 years Gender: Female Race: Since they called Nathan an Elthomancer, he called them the 'Elthos'. Eye Color: Solidly black, whatever form. Hair Color: Dependant on form Height: Dependant on form Weight: Dependant on form Birth Date: N/A Birth Place: N/A
Pesonality: Sly, bitter, selfish, arrogant, big headed, snobbish... but she can be friendly if she bothers to try. She takes an attitude of complete and utter boredom of the world around her; she's seen it all before. But her bond between Nathan and herself is massive and she would do absolutely anything for him. Well, maybe not anything.
History: It's too long and complitcated for a simple human mind.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 21, 2008 19:55:46 GMT -5
((OOC: People are free to post once your bio is up))
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Post by CEPHEUS ! on Jul 22, 2008 18:31:19 GMT -5
INCOMPLETE.
Name: Esten Sienna Title: Countess in the dragon's court Age: 43 (appears no older than eighteen) Gender: Female Race: Eastern Dragon Eye Color: Multi-hued (begins as hazel around her pupil, and gradually becomes green, then a deep blue) Hair Color: Black with the occasional colorful addition Height: Five-foot-eight (human); four-foot-three (dragon) Weight: 130 pounds Birth Date: December 3, 1964 Birth Place: Milan, Italy
Appearance: Reasonably tall, Esten has a smooth gait that speaks of one raised in the higher circles of society. However, her easy confidence is belied by the apparent frailty of her body. Built lightly, with thin bones and body, it's obvious to everybody that this human form was designed more with elegance in mind than with strength of body. Lightly tanned, but tending to avoid the sun because she sunburns easily, her skin is quite flawless, excluding the many scars that dot her arms and legs. No, it's not because she cuts herself or anything, but, having lived for over forty years, she's accumulated many more scars than the average eighteen-year-old.
Her hair is black and mostly straight, although with a slight inward curl at the end, the tips just barely reaching past her shoulders. Her bangs are cut to about a third of this length, and are usually swept off to one side or another. Her eyes are multi-hued, a trait of both her dragon form and human form, and begin as hazel around her pupil, then shift to green and then to blue. Her eyes cause a large contrast, and there are moments where she actually seeks to off-set this, outlining her eyes in black eyeliner.
As a dragon, her eyes remain the same (although they do become larger). However, the rest of her appearance changes drastically. Her skin becomes scaly, of course, and takes on a silvery color. Her hair runs down her entire back, now, ending in a tuft of fur at the tail, and is colored blue-gray. Three whisker-like appendages extend from her nose, used in much the way a cat would its own whiskers (except these, having nerves inside of them, are far more sensitive). Although she loses height in the transformation, her body grows much longer, becoming around twelve feet in length. The final thing to change about her are her legs and feet; first, her arms and legs seem to turn at an impossible angle until they form right angles with her body, causing her to move in an 's'-shape when she walks, and her feet gain five black claws on the end of each.
Pesonality: Doesn't back down, intelligent, arrogant, dry humor, makes comments, angered at prejudice, outgoing on the outside but would just rather be left alone, holds grudges.
History: er... will fill in later? ^^;;
[hey, do eastern dragons have wings, or do they fly without wings? or do they not fly at all? just curious, because I've seen it done all three ways. ^^;;]
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 30, 2008 11:53:34 GMT -5
((Any way is fine with me:) Ive see them all those ways as well)) ------
Not seeing anyone right away Blythe made his way up on the steps of the school and stood looking at the main door of the school that seemed to go on forever. "Hmmm for a school partly run by the council it seems pretty dead around here," he muttered loudly as if he were talking to another person. "Hey!" he yelled, "Anyone home?!"
"Yes." a voice replied from the shadows,"We are here Mister Quigely and frankly there is no reason for you to be yelling in such a manner that you could wake the dead."
Blythe nearly jumped out of his skin as the voice answered him, he looked around frantically trying to see were the voice came from, "G....geeze your enough to scare someone to death." He focused in on what he thought to be a persons shadow. "Come out where I can see you...."
A few tense seconds past before the voice responded, "All in good time Mister Quigely, all and good time. I suggest you wait for the other students to arrive in the mean time."
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Post by earlyrose on Jul 31, 2008 3:19:46 GMT -5
Nathan was sitting reading some ancient text at his desk. He ran a hand through his dark hair and tapped his fingers in fustration. It was a pleasant room his sat in, smart wooden panelling, handsom thick carpets, broad windows that captured the sunlight, and a four poster bed in the centre. A scrawny grey cat seemingly dozed on the windowsill. It would seem an innocent feline to any passerby, but this cat was far from it. It was her eyes that gave it away, a deep black, pulling you in, hard to tear your gaze from. They screamed out an alien otherness that exerted power, age, and immortality. But the boy, hardly to still be called that, at seventeen, took no notice of the strange feline. All of a sudden, there was a tentative knock on the door. Nathan pushed the leather book away from him; it bored him anyway. It was all fake magiks, nothing there about the reality of mediums, or, Elthomancers. It size and age were deceptive, it was trash like many other books he'd scanned through. He pushed back his chair and called out, "Come in," The door opened. The man hung back from the frame. He was a slight, tall man, pale and dark haired like Nathaniel, but lacking in his confident ease. He smiled nervously. "A letter arrived, Nathan." Nathan turned and lifted himself from the plush leather chair, striding to the doorway. Who on earth would write to him? He didn't have any friends, business, bank accounts; this letter was refreshingly out of the blue. He reached to door and held out a hand, "Thanks for dropping it by, Father." His father handed the letter and hovered nervously by the door. Nathan, already examining the letter, looked up irritably. "Was that it?" "Well, er, I suppose," came the reluctant reply. "Good day, Father," Nathan stated dryly and shut the door, returning to his desk, rummaging through it to find his silver letter opener. The cat roused itself from it's rest and leapt smoothly from the sill to the desk. "You could try a little harder to be kind," she commented. Nathan snorted, "Who's that coming from?" "No, seriously. He just wants to be friendly, have a chat, you confine in him. If you did that living in this house would be funner for all of you." Nathan ignored this comment of suprising warmth from Gyrwn. He found the letter opener and slit the letter open. Unfurling it, he had taken in the contents of it in a suprisingly short amount of time. "A school, eh?" he reclined back in his chair pensively. The cat observed the letter, and yawned boredly. "In the current situation, anything would be better than here." "My thoughts exactly." "Great minds think alike." "Mmm." Nathan stood, folding the letter and sliding in his jacket. Gyrwn became a lizard and Nathan lifted her to his shoulder. He headed to the door. "I very much doubt it will take long to persuade my father to see my view," he grinned sardonically. ----- After an unnessary long train journey and an unsettling ferry accross, a disgruntled Nathan regarded the school with some distaste. Surely it would be very much more practical to set up somewhere easy to get to inland. The tall blonde woman beside him, dressed in an immensly fluffy fur coat, diamond dark tights, and pointed black shoes, looked remotely queasy. "You do know you look ridiculous," Nathan commented to Gyrwn amusedly. "You're just jealous," she pouted. "No, I beg you to change." The woman disappeared, replaced by an enormous slug, oozing goo. Nathan prodded it with his foot. "Better," The slug became a grey cat once more and the two of them headed towards the gates. A human was standing there. Or, what seemed to be a human. Gyrwn regarded it coldly. "It's a gyrphon. Urgh. They are so uncivilised." "Hmm. It's hard for anything to be civilised on your standards," Nathan grinned and walked up to the Gryphon. "Hello," he said awkwardly, holding out a hand to shake. Gyrwn winced at his slightly forced smile. Meeting and greeting people certainly wasn't his forte.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 31, 2008 12:06:55 GMT -5
Blythe spun around hearing someones voice, seeing a human infront of him he became dumbfounded. He hadn't been this close to a human in his current form and wasn't sure what to do. "Hello..." Blythe answered in a curious voice, "When did you get here...?"
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Post by earlyrose on Jul 31, 2008 13:39:51 GMT -5
Nathan sunk back from forced friendlyness to his normal cold, confident stature. He regarded Blythe cooly. "Just a few minutes ago. I'm Nathaniel Fitchberg, by the way. You are... ?" Gyrwn, who'd been skulking behind Nathan, stepped around him, becoming an alluring, slender, raven haired girl dressed in a pale blue dress that waved soothingly with the wind. She looked up and down Blythe in blatant distaste. Nathan rolled his eyes at her form. The Gryphon was obviously already intimidated; or it seemed so. "I forgot; this is Gyrwn. She is a powerful ancient spirit.. ignore her manners."
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 31, 2008 14:45:32 GMT -5
Blythe tilted his head to the side as he listen to Nathaniel, but made sure to an eye on the one with him as well. "Pleasure to meet you Nathaniel and Gyrwn...." He sat hback still obvisously still in shock at seeing a Human at a Mythic school none the less. The vibe he was getting from Gyrwn wasn't the best of feelings etheir, he wanted to say some thing but kept quiet.
Blythe sighed and smiled slightly trying to break the ice, "My name is Blythe Quigley." He was shocked to here what Gyrwn was, but looked back at Nathaniel, "If you dont mind me asking, but what type of mythic are you?"
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Post by earlyrose on Jul 31, 2008 15:36:44 GMT -5
Nathan shrugged. "The Fitchberg's are an ancient family with mythic blood running through their veins. Many of my ancestors inherited magical gifts; but as far as I know, I am unique. I am an Elthomancer," Gyrwn smiled smugly, "You are mistaken. Many Elthomancers have come before. Just so spread out their recordings of their art is lost or never reached by their successors." Nathaniel turned on her, "You haven't told me this, Gyrwn!" "You haven't asked, master," she replied meekly. Nathan closed his eyes in fustration. He turned back to Blythe apologetically, "Forgive me; did you say Quigly? But doesn't that mean you are, in fact, Prince of the Gryphons?" he raised his eyebrows, interested, in spite of himself.
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