NEVERENDING WAR (Medieval Fantasy RP Open and Accepting)

[Leviathan~]

((DENIED!!! I mean, uhm, *cough cough* yeahsurewhatever...haha I'll add you to the roster. Furenzied do you have a preference of which of my characters you'd like to start off rping with? I feel like we should just start breaking ground on this, people typically like rps that are at least moving.))

[Furenzied]

(Hmmm...probably Ixion.)

[Leviathan~]

((Suuure, I've been itching to play him anyhow!!))

[SakiWolf]

Wow, so rude XD Blurp. So where we starting at? What we doing? Who be where and when? Leviathan I hope you can answer these and get this thing on a roll XD ))

[Leviathan~]

((SHUSH YOU!! I SHALL START ZE POSTS AND YOU SHALL REPLY ACCORDINGLY AND WE SHALL MOVE FROM THERE! SAKI YOU HAVE TORUN))

Torun...

Torun sheathed his blade and with a loud click and a locking sound the winds around him died away and the world became quiet again. Another pathetic life removed from this corrupt world, he though, gazing over the man who'd attacked a young boy in the forest he'd been roaming. He sighed and took off his helmet, glancing around in hopes that no one had saw him with Lockbreaker out. War Pieces weren't very popular, even if someone was using them for good. Seeing no one nearby, he sat himself down in the clearing and leaned against a tree. He looked at his helmet, noticing how beat up it was after constant use, all the scratches and knicks . Then again most of his armor and clothes were in tatters, it was hard to find anything that wasn't in tatters though, so he was at least lucky that his armor was still useable.

Ixion...

Ixion gave the axe one big final swing and stepped to the side, letting the massive excuse for a tree come crashing down. He wiped some sweat from his brow and tossed the axe to the ground, not exactly interested in keeping the old rusty thing. He waved his friend over and the massive stone man that was Mikael came walking over with slow, thudding steps. He took the tree and brushed off the excess branches by sliding his massive arm against the length of the tree, and once it was bare he walked it back over to the pile they had made, where they were going to build a shelter for the night. It was an easy day, Ixion had found food and of course Mikael was good on food for....well forever. Now they just had to wait for sundown, but that wouldn't happen for a while, leaving Ixion with nowhere to go and nothing to do.

Meanwhile a figure appeared behind the armored fiend that was Lance. He was slick, with short flaming red hair and eyes lit up with fire, dressed in a nice black tuxedo and top hat. A bloody axe rested in one of his four hands, and while the other of that set rested at his side his second set was folded politely behind his back. The Everlasting stood beside Lance with a little grin. "Well now, time for another game then! Your last game was only a week ago, but you dealt with my punishment so quickly I wanted to get you right back on the horse you see!! So, there is another one of my beloved children just down that road, building some sort of wooden playhouse. If you kill him, I shall see to it that you get your own shelter, one of much larger grandeur. Of course with your track record you know what will happen if you refuse, so let's behave today shall we?? Toodles!!" the war god exclaimed, and with a puff of black smoke he was gone as soon as he had arrived.

[Furenzied]

(I keep pressing the wrong buttons. ><)

Lance shrugged as he walked along. He whistled a simple tune before spotting something in the distance. He walked to it and spotted some shelter and two figures in the distance. "Wait...two? How do I know wich is wich?" He thought to himself. "I don't think he meant both...hmmm..." he walked closer, thinking about it as he headed near.

[Leviathan~]

Ixion...

Ixion looked at the pile of wood again and decided he should probably put Mikael away for a bit, and with a little wave the marble figure obediently got himself back into his casket and shut the lid with an echoing clash of stone on stone. It was always a little strange when Ixion's sense came back to him, every time was like he'd never heard, felt, smelled, or tasted before, a rush of unfamiliar sensations until he became comfortable again. The first thing he did notice was his eyes dimming, becoming less alert and aware of his surroundings, but in looking around he noticed a figure in the distance. It was unusual for people to follow this path, especially people who valued their lives. He wondered what the figure would be doing in such a dangerous place.

[Leo Lorenzo]

User: Lehran
Name: Matthew Noctis
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Soft white hair, shoulder-length with bangs, blue eyes. He's albino, and consequently blind. Wiry frame, and short, unlike his older brother who was quite tall.
War Piece: Armor-type called Auran Guard. It's basically a light gauntlet/shoulder armor that encases Matt's entire left arm up to his shoulder. It is silver with a light blue sheen to it. It naturally, being metal, increases the impact of his normally average strength punches, it heightens his overall abilities such as agility and durability.
Blessing: It allows him a form of sight similar to the echolocation used by certain animals, and heightens his overall abilities.
Curse: It drains his life energy, and as a result, he needs to eat -a lot- in order to keep being able to use Auran Guard. With food being hard to come by in these days of war, he often has difficulties maintaining full strength. Another drawback is that since it obtains energy from himself and the world around him by syncing itself with both his and his opponent's life force, sometimes (more often than not), when he hits an opponent, a "backlash" of sorts occurs and Matt receives the same or different damage dealt to his opponent.
History: Matthew grew up being cared for by his brother Conrad, who was six years older. Although distant and sometimes cold, Matt always had a sense of being cared for, something exceedingly rare in the current-day world. When Conrad died from an injury he got protecting a then-young and weak Matt, Matt took it upon himself to carry on Conrad's ideals and fought to become strong, and overcome the world that defeated his brother. basically he's got a huge bro complex
Personality: A gentle and kind exterior hides an inner steel that will not cave, under fire, under blows, under the weight of the world. His brother Conrad's ideals were passed to him after he died, and these are the guides that he lives by.
Other: Love the idea. I hope to have a blast in this RP! Also, my form is a bit short, but that's normal for me. I promise you, I am semi-literate. ^^

[Furenzied]

Lance was hardly able to notice where one of the figures went but guess it kept going. So he kept walking toward the stranger, his gauntlet stretching in the sling to get more comfortable. He waved with his free hand a bit. "Hey!" He shouted. "You see anyone unusual around here, I'm supposed to kill something around here." Suffice to say, subtlety wasn't exactly one of Lance's talents.

[SakiWolf]

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME LE TORUN!))

Fuyuki Koizumi
Male / 17 / Sentinel / Single

It was meant to rain today, such was a lone thought produced by the ecoing voice in Fuyuki's head as he dazedly walked down a small, flattend path, the grass beneath his shoes becoming flat as he stepped on them with battered leather boots that had definitely seen better days.
His hands were buried in his pockets, fingers fiddling with the lighter he held so dear. Thumb tracing the familiar and subtle engraving carved onto the case. The teenagers eyes were dull however, lost in an unseen world, viewed only by himself. Without even aware of his way, Fuyuki gradually became conscious of his actions, lifting his head up as if he had awoken from a trance to find himself in a forest. "Well it could certainly be worse." The boy thought absently, only moments before he felt his right hand heat up, becoming enveloped in a smoggy heat so he quickly retracted it, bringing out his lighter in the process.

A small wisp, a figure barely formed but still there in all her glory; "Kaji." Fuyuki deadpanned, his expression only showing his mild irritation towards the sentinel he was stuck with. Only recieving a wave and a malicious grin in response, The raven sighed, running a hand through his hair as he continued to walk, glaring at the cheeky plume of smoke, "Can you not try and suffocate my hands maybe?" He hissed out, again, a silent response, although Kaji had seemed to almost chuckle, her faded arms wrapping around what could be seen as her torso as her shoulders shook, small wisps curling off of her body as Fuyuki remained diligently unimpressed.
When the sentinel quickly shot her head up and her body became as tense as it could in her form, rigid, she directed her head towards the west and shot a look back at the teenager, bringing finger to her mouth and her other hand waving downward as if to stay quiet. Quickly becoming wary, Fuyuki obayed, shutting up and shuffling up against a tree, his posture bent over slightly as he looked around, pupils practically pin points amongst a see of oceanic horizons. Casting his gaze amongst the dark foliage, he heard a small clank. Only a little ways off. However he was cautious. So with silent steps, he began to walk towards the source of the sound.
Kaji had decided to stretch as far infront as she could, her lower body now a tight line from inside the case, rearing back, she pushed against the War Piece holder with her smog hands, effectively causing him to back up against a tree, the fire nymph pointed to around the tree where the raven just nodded. Someone's there? He thought, holding his breath, is this even a good idea?