NEVERENDING WAR (Medieval Fantasy RP Open and Accepting)

[Leviathan~]

((Lehran, your form looks good, but I'd like it if you could rework your Curse to be a little more impairing. The concept of just having him not at full capacity doesn't seem like a curse, but more like a metabolic nuisance. Try to come up with something that creates a solid weakness for him. You're still accepted, but I would like you to tweak that a little. Also I'll be posting my third character who you can rp with soon.))

[Leo Lorenzo]

((Edited.))

[Leviathan~]

Torun...

Torun finally decided sitting around would do him no good, and he finally bothered to get back up and put his helmet back on. Despite its tight metal frame, he almost never felt hot wearing it, as though it was aware of what temperature it needed to be to suit his interests. The helmet of course didn't have any powers, but thinking about it as though it did gave Torun a little comfort. He was about to make his way out of the forest when there was a rush of smoke and the soft tap of an axe against the grass. He sighed and turned around to find The Everlasting standing before him, grinning his usual devilish grin. He put a hand on the pommel of Lockbreaker. A long time ago he would've tried to kill the war god, but he wasn't really there anyway, it was simply an illusion that allowed him to give out his "games" from the comfort of whatever hell he lived in. "Well what is it this time?" he asked, not in the mood for The Everlasting's constant monologuing. "Oh, dear Torun, this game is quite simple. A beast of fire is watching you in these very woods. See to it that it is destroyed and you will be rewarded. Or perhaps you'd like to face another Iron Golem?" Torun rolled his eyes at the proposal, Iron Golems weren't anything impressive, they just took a while to go down. Even still, The Everlasting always catered the difficulty of his punishments to the difficulty of his games, so this fire demon shouldn't be anything of an issue either. "Fine, whatever." The warrior finally gave up on hearing the requests of the god and walked straight through his illusion, turning it into nothing more than dark smoke. He gazed around the space that outlined the clearing he stood in, trying to look past the trees. His eyes managed to spot a crouched figure in the shadows. "You there! Seen any fire?" he called, not really caring if the figure was interested in conversation, if he didn't get the information via a verbal response he'd probably just leave and take on the golem in an hour or two.

Ixion...

Ixion blinked and stared at the approaching stranger. Mikael's casket was only a little ways away, he noted that he'd be able to get to him in time if necessary. Ixy squinted and saw the man was carrying a sword, but his arm was slung. Interesting, but he didn't walk as though he had an injury. What a strange character. "I didn't know there anyone else here?" he said, not exactly properly forming his sentence, but he was still having trouble keeeping up with his verbal language, especially with his lack of practice.

[Leviathan~]

((Ooh, much more risque, I like it. Alright, I'll put you on the roster and I'll have Sehrin up in a bit for you to rp with.))

[Leo Lorenzo]

((R...risque...? O-o
Okay! ^-^))

[Furenzied]

"I don't know. I saw someone else a bit earlier. I figure that's who I was sent for." Lance honestly said. "I guess you didn't see him. I was promised the reward of great housing but now that I think about it...nah...it's no big deal. A shelter is more break than rest anyway." He mused as he tapped his slung arm. "I think...It might be further, and hey, if you help me look for someone unusual I'll help you out with your wood, looks like a lot to handle alone."

[SakiWolf]

Fuyuki Koizumi
Male / 17 / Sentinel / Single

Overhearing the conversation taking place, Fuyuki had become positively silent, eyes wide and worried when an almost familiar sight was caught in the corner of his vision. A dark wisp he could see from behind the tree and a voice that was ever so familiar it caused him to tense. Bolting straight and shoulders hunched, clutching the lighter against his chest, heart hammering within his ribcage. Kaji pressed up against his shirt, her expression worrisome but also with a firey blaze in her translucent eyes. Small sparks flew from her form, hands balled into fists as she glared in the direction of The Everlasting.
Pushing a hand down upon Kaji's head, Fuyuki silently told her to calm down, she however, flew up from the slips between his fingers, folding her arms over her chest angrily but understanding why.
Diligently listening in, both the teen and sentinel shared a shocked look, mouths hung slightly agape in worry at the words the War God had spoken and, without a single sound, the fire nymph had disappeared back into her lighter were the raven promptly shoved it back into his pocket. Just as the demonic presence disappeared and the stranger who Fuyuki had previously seen, came into view.
Now still reeling form The Everlasting's words, the male barely heard what the other man had said and snapped his head up in response. "Fire? I, uh.." He trailed off, voice shaking as he clutched the lighter in his pockets, backing up against the tree unsure of what to do. "Not fire as such no." The heterochromic teen replied honestly, carding a shaky hand through his hair and keeping his gaze averted at all costs, suddenly enjoying the scenery.

[Leviathan~]

User: Leviathan~

Name: Roxanne Fallmoor

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Roxy stands at 5,11, with a strong build and relatively normal skin tone (for a caucasian). She has light green eyes like her cousin Torun and flaming red curls of hair that cascade down her shoulders like a flaming mane. She's very fit, a bit on the slim side but she's not without curves. She wears a tunic with a leather belt and simple pants and boots, mostly different tones of brown, but she does have an extravagant dark steel shoulderpad which is her War Piece in its dormant form. She also wields two battleaxes, which she sheathes at the back of her waist.

War Piece: Roxy's War Piece, referrred to as The Unyielding, is a suit of dark steel armor with painted symbols of tremendous wind across random parts of the suit. Across the suit in various places are vents in the armor, these vents are gated and do not allow enemies access to her innards, just so everyone was aware.

Blessing: The Unyielding can shoot tremendous blasts of force from the various vents on its body, which can both propel Roxanne and repel oncoming attacks and enemies. None of these blasts are very offensive and nature, and while you may receive a nasty knockback, they don't do any extensive damage. If anything the suit provides Roxanne with a large amount of control of who goes where.

Curse: While the armor does defend Roxanne's body perfectly well, while wearing it Roxanne becomes extremely light, and because of this strong attacks can easily send her flying around willy nilly if she's not careful.

History: Roxy was raised normally in a somewhat sheltered fortress, as the daughter of royalty. She enjoyed being a bit of a troublemaker and learned to fight through toying with the keep's guard, but she wasn't aware that the pauldron permanently attached to her shoulder was actually a War Piece until she accidentally activated it while giving it its routine polish. Once she figured out how to use her new War Piece, she quickly fled the confines of her safehaven and went to live a more dangerous life, but she still polishes her pauldron daily.

Personality: Roxanne is a very sassy, loud, but cunning woman. She enjoys toying with people and getting on people's nerves, but once you've obtained her respect she's typically quite nice to you.

Other:

((omg ew u cnt join my rp ur form sukz I MEAN *Cough cough* where were we Ah yes Lehran here you go, here's your new playmate))

[Leviathan~]

Torun...

Torun started to walk forward towards the figure, mostly just to get a better look at him and be able to hear him better. As the what he now saw as a young man started to stammer he noticed his hands were conveniently hidden from view. "Alright cut the crap, if you're gonna pull some sleight of hand to steal something or pull a dagger on me just do it so I can kill you quietly." he said, his tone entirely serious. These woods were not familiar with friendly people, and when he was in them Torun knew being friendly was what got your coin purse stolen. He squinted a bit as he realized he'd just gotten a new one a few days ago, a result of such insolence. "Did you see fire, or would you like to see the sky as your head comes off? Out with it." Torun was having trouble remaining serious looking at the frail figure so nervous, but he couldn't fall for any ruse the man might be pulling, so he remained firm.

Ixion...

Ixion blinked and continued to stare blankly at the stranger. "I have no need for your help. If I needed help why would be on my own?" he said, cursing himself mentally as he realized he only missed one word that time. He considered drawing out Mikael to scare the man off, but he knew The Everlasting had been wanting his precious sentinel dead for quite some time, the person the stranger was talking about could easily be his stone friend.

[Furenzied]

"I dunno. Maybe you're a proud person. I'm the same way in a fight myself." Lance said as he took off his pack and ate a fruit he pulled from it. "Listen, if you like you can live with me. I wouldn't mind personally. Save you plenty of work too, either way it's a win win."