NEVERENDING WAR (Medieval Fantasy RP Open and Accepting)

[Furenzied]

Lance shrugged before heading to the box. He squatted down and moved the thing with his good arm, bracing it against his back and holding it in place as he stood up. "Where do you want it?" He asked as he slowly made his way back over.

[Leviathan~]

((try to keep it at 3 lines minimum Furenzied))

Ixion...

Ixy pointed right next to him as he started taking the pieces of feather that he needed to start his fletching and tried to get a sense of where he wanted to place them on each arrow. By using different arrangements of feathers he could create a different effect the arrow had, alter the way it flies slightly to provide more situational coverage. It was just one of the little things Ixy did sometimes to be precise. "Be gentle, it's made rock but it's old."

[Bahamut's Regent]

User: Bahamut's Regent
Name: Luke Fon Fabre (pronounced: Fa-bra)
Age:17
Gender: male
Appearance:large pic Luke is your typical spoiled rich kid, pale flawless skin, expensively made clothes, etc. His long hair fades from a brilliant red to an equally brilliant golden yellow at the tips. His eyes, filled with a certain niave light, are a bright emerald green. He stands five foot seven and is leanly muscular. His clothes consist of a black shirt that shows his toned stomach, under a white coat with a red lining and gold trim. His pants are a dark-almost black, brown, which cover the tops of his shoes which are red with brown trim.

War Piece: Lorelei, is an armor piece that covers Luke's left shoulder, it is a silvery white and moves like cloth blending in rather well with the fabric of Luke's coat.

Blessing: Lorelei allows Luke to use battle magics, called Artes. These can range from an energy drawing around his sword to allowing Luke to throw fire and ice bolts.

Curse: In addition to taking Luke's stamina, Lorelei causes Luke's physical form to fade over time of use, causing him to become temporarily unable to be solid. He must rest in order to regain his physical form, or risk becoming permanently faded.

History: Luke was born to the sister of a reigning king, causing his life to be rather posh, but when he was young Lorelei was given to him and he was confined to his family's manor. This has caused his naïve nature.

Personality: rash and bull headed, along with ignorant and arrogant. He is also naïve and kind hearted, but his rougher nature tends to cause others not to see it.

Other: okay, I think I gots this, tried to keep him as cannon as possible, while tweaking him to fit. If needed I could list his most commonly used Artes.

[Furenzied]

Lance nodded as he headed over, carefully setting the container where he was instructed to do so. "It did feel kind of heavy." He said as he sat down and watched Ixion fletch his arrows. "I assume you're a hunter then. Makes sense, living out here on your own and doing your own thing. Personally I build traps and such, check them regularly after that." He sifted through his things a bit and pulled out a log book of sort and skimmed it a bit. "Hmmm...I'll probably need to oil up today, good thing I saved some jars."

(I'm sorry, the box is smaller so I have no idea how much to type.)

[Leo Lorenzo]

Matt caught the apples, fumbling a little and almost dropping the second one. “Sorry, my Auran-sight is a little blurry right now… oh, I should explain. I’m blind, but my War Piece compensates for it and lets me sense things around me. That’s what I meant when I said I didn’t sense any hostility from you earlier, by the way.” He took a bite from the apple, then another and another until it was just a core and proceeded to demolish the other similarly. Within a few minutes, he stood up and stretched his arms up. “Thanks for helping me.” He said, smiling.

[SakiWolf]

Fuyuki Koizumi
Male / 17 / Sentinel / Single

Fuyuki quickly nodded his head, worrying his lip between his front teeth and clutching to the lighter with trembling hands. "I can't help it." His voice wavered as he glanced down to a still strongly proud looking wisp of smoke who was currently glaring sparks towards the stranger. The raven seemed to withdraw into himself despite the other male seeming to lose the air of dangerous intent. Peaking up, however, at the words that flowed in an almost irritated groan, Fuyuki raised his gaze to the other's, "An iron golem?" He squeaked out, knowing full well of punishments for not succeeding in a task sent by the War God. From connecting the pieces together, it quickly dawned on the teen that this man was meant to kill him.
Flaring up in billows of foggy grey, Kaji let out puffs upon puffs of smog, a malicious grin spread on her wisping face, obviously glad to get some action in despite it being her owners fault. A small groan escaped the heterochromic boy's lips at the realisation, "Not too long Kaji. I can barely see as it is." Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating a little. But I'm going to end up blind, the slightly grouchy thoughts entered his head as he rolled his eyes with a huff. Only to earn a bouncy fold of arms and a deapanning look from his sentinel.

[Leviathan~]

((for mobile I think you're looking at 5-7 lines. Bahamut that works, you're accepted))

Ixion...

Ixy just sort've listened, understanding most of what the stranger talked about but not really aware of what the "oiling" process he talked about was. He had no idea that swords needed oil. "It heavy yes. Big fatty." he said with a little smile, knocking on the casket. The casket shook a bit angrily in response. "Hush you." was all that was needed to be said before the casket went back to its silent state.

Torun...

Torun stared at the clearing he'd came from. That was the closest spot for something of that size to be summoned as far as he knew. He hadn't seen an iron golem come from the ground up, but he supposed that would be possible too. "Stand up, quit looking so weak, golems chase the weak." he shot back to Fuyuki, resting his hand back on Lockbreaker. He didn't exactly like where this was going in any way. Normally he'd take down the golem himself, but now he'd have to pay attention to when he drew Lockbreaker for fear of it attacking Fuyuki and his sentinel. He wasn't exactly sure how to fix this situation, but it wasn't long before lightning struck the earth in that exact clearing he'd been examining. When the lightning's light faded, a 20 foot tall man of iron, stone, and a bit of moss stood glaring with dull faded eyes directly at....no not him. Staring at Fuyuki. Torun cursed under his breath. The Everlasting was going to punish him for his mercy by finishing the job with his own minions.

Roxanne...

Roxy sighed and crossed her arms. "You're gonna get yourself killed one day you keep pulling stunts like that. I'll tell you one thing I'm not a lifeguard, I'm not gonna come swoop in and catch your drowning a** every day you hear me?" she scolded, genuinely wondering how this man had survived so long if he'd always done this kind of thing. "You've got to be careful, dead War Piece users are even more dangerous than live ones."

[Furenzied]

"You keeping someone in there?" Lance asked curiously. "Why couldn't he juat have walked out then?" He asked in slight confusion. "I don't quite understand that...but whatever it is no business of mine." I've seen stranger in my travels but you seem good. So what else do you need from me currently, Just point at what needs done and I'll handle it as best I can."

[SakiWolf]

Fuyuki Koizumi
Male / 17 / Sentinel / Single

Almost immediatly shooting up at the order, Fuyuki widened his eyes, taking in a sharp and shuddering breath, "Got it." He managed to stutter out. However his nerves felt frazzled and on end, his grip was like a vice on his source of protection. Said source of protection was quick to adjust to the situation, keeping on alert whilst she blew a jokey billow of smoke at the raven's face who began to spluter into a coughing fit, effectively releasing some of the tension in his body from the small break. A small and cheeky smile was present on Kaji's face when she saw her owner relax a little despite not being comfortable with any sort of combat. Which was why she was there.
The lightning strike caused the teen to let out a yelp as he jumped on the spot, tension returning to his body, the fire nymph shooting a soothing and comforting look his way, her shoulders squared and ready. The dull gaze sent the heterochromic male's way caused him to undergo a flighty moment of panic, completely high strung, and subconsciously, his thumb flicked open the lighter's hatch and clicked the dial, Kaji bursing into a sparking flame within nanoseconds. "And when she awoke. The World was on fire." The brash girl proclaimed with a malicious grin stretching her tanned features, a dangerous glint shone in her scarlet eyes. Arms raised to the side as her form swept up the gas contained in the lighter, growing to the size of a good couple of feet. No short feat for the nymph considering her usual size of a large seweing needle. Hands splayed and palms upturned, licks of flames danced in typhoons around her outstretched arms.
Fuyuki stood helplessly behind all of this, but kept the nymph at an arms length, his expression slowly calming with the familiar heat, I'll be alright, I can still move, just let Kaji do the offense, I just have to dodge, he repeated in an oddly calm state, a complete one-eighty from moments before. The flames grazed his hands and arms as they flew in controlled chaos by the burning girl, but he felt no singe or pain, at least that doesn't hurt, though the sparks did leave small reddening burns behind. He may not feel the flames, but they do still damage so Fuyuki had to stay in tune and aware of Kaji at all times as well as his surroundings.
Speaking of which, his eyes had now narrowed slightly from their awed and panicked state to a cold and calculating one. Darting over the golem in complete silence as he wagered the statistics. "It's made of iron right?" He asked the stranger next to him, who, from what he could see, seemed to doubt his abilities a great ton from the first impression, turning back to Kaji who had a rather impish look about her, the teen nodded, "Then I do believe we should start melting some metal." The raven suggested with a quirk of a grin. The nymph nodded in response, "Give it to a blacksmith if we see one. Could get us some money." She chuckled in return.

[Wormgod]

User: Wormgod

Name: Phoebe Jones

Age:

Gender: Female

Appearance: Phoebe is 5'5" and a 134 lbs. She's muscular and tanned from long days out in the field. Her shoulder-length hair, a mop of dark brown frizz, is always in a ponytail. Her blue eyes are nearly always squinted, as Phoebe tends to always be frowning. Phoebe wears blue jeans and various plain colored shirts.
War Piece: Phoebe carries Keening, a dagger with a diamond blade and brass hilt. Keening has an eight inch blade and five inch hilt, both which feel impossibly sharp. The dagger has an aura of evil, and those nearby instinctively feel on edge. It's not too hard for a stranger to deduce Keening is a Piece of War.

Blessing: When Keening harms an opponent, even the tiniest scratch, it magnifies the pain tenfold. Unusual enemies (like Sentinels,
plants, things that cannot feel pain, etc.) are not affected, so it acts like any ordinary dagger.

Curse: Kennings Blessing and Curse damage the very soul. That's what causes the intense pain. The user feels it too; holding Keening with the intent to use also damages the user's soul at a slow, steady pace. Short-term effects include paranoia, muscle tension, loss/gain of appetite, headaches, and violent behavior. Long-term effects include , weight changes, chronic mood swings, chronic paranoia, hair loss, sped-up aging similar to smoking tobacco, vision and hearing loss, jaundice, and "withering away".
Withering away is the sudden death of a creature because it lost its soul. Keening takes its users soul bit by bit, and once the soul is gone, the user suddenly decomposes in seconds. If they're lucky, they drop Keening and leave behind a corpse. If not, they turn to dust.

History: Phoebe is the oldest of twelve siblings, nine of which survived. The Jones family is a long line of lettuce and tomato farmers outside Bagh, a town plagued by an unusual amount of wild lynx in the thick forests surrounding it. Due to the cats boldness around man, nearly all of the population is vegetarian to refrain from attracting the scavenging beasts. The Jones family supplies nearly all of the lettuce and tomatoes for cheap. (shameless lore! )
Phoebe's father Antonio is the last "true" Jones. Phoebe's cousins, nieces, and nephews are half-Jones. Antonio takes his role well, and raised his family to follow in the Joneses steps. He worked and cooked when Phoebe's mother, Shawna, became pregnant so that she wouldn't strain herself. When The Everlasting came for Phoebe, he hid Keening in a wooden box in the closet and never mentioned it again. He wanted his children to live a happy life. Phoebe's youngest brother, Mark, found Keening during a hide-and-sneak session. Phoebe found him and took the knife away. He resisted, but his hands slipped off the hilt and grabbed the blade instead.
Mark's screaming alerted their parents. That night, when Phoebe was 13, Antonio and Shawna told her of her destiny. From then on Phoebe lost her dream of growing up in Bagh and having a nice life. Now she had to leave as soon as possible for the sake of her family and community. Antonio taught her some basic fighting skills--mostly how to dodge--and sent her out into the world. Phoebe hung around Bagh for a year, doing odd jobs and taking lessons from the local blacksmith/weapon teacher on how to wield a blade, then left Bagh altogether. The Everlasting came for the first time then, and tried to win her trust by giving her a hard but rewarding job--kill some lynx cubs. Phoebe had no problem killing (and subsequently eating) the kittens, because growing up in Bagh taught her that cats are evil and will raid your trash and attack you in the middle of the night. (That happens a lot in Bagh.) But of course, the jobs grew harder and harder; killing new and terrible things. Phoebe went along with most of them, but some were just too much for her, like attacking random travelers on the road.

Personality: Phoebe, on the inside, is a kind jokester who loves hanging around people. Due to her curse, she was forced to be an untrusting, ruthless individual. Phoebe does anything she needs to keep herself alive. She is haunted in the night for her crimes, and both genuine grief and the effects of Keening.

Other: Bleeeeeh I'm terrible at History and Personality form sections.

((Shameless lore included! Hope it's okay. Not sure what the animals in this world are like, so I threw out something plausible.))