NEVERENDING WAR (Medieval Fantasy RP Open and Accepting)

[Furenzied]

Lance waved back with his clawed hand. "Hey bro." He said with a smile. "So that's who I saw..." he mused with a laugh. "No wonder you were so heavy." He said as he held out his more human like hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Golem. Name's lance, I assume Ixion is your handler of sorts." He laughed again. "No wonder such a scrawny guy could do all this work."

[Nightra]

User: "Nightra"
Name: "Ranj Ronaan"
Age: "17"
Gender: "Male"
Appearance: "The lad standing before you is of nothing major looking. He is not one of those monster looking men, well at least at first glance. He normally wear cloths that covers his entire body, a scarf like fabric to cover his face and head. Underneath all of this clothing is a very muscular body. He is on the small end of the height chart being only 5'10". His hair is a jet black color while his eyes are a deep brown. Upon his body how ever are many scars from many battles."
Weapons: "He is trained in many different weapons but his favorite by far is the Bow and Arrow. He is excellent in this weapon. For close range attack he has an interesting blade shown in the picture above. He is pretty good in it but no were near has good as he is with his bow and arrows."
History: "He was born to a nomad tribe that was known for it's warriors. Yes it was known for them but not any more. The tribe is no more killed off by one of it's own. It happened many years ago when Ranj's twin brother Razmig got a War Piece. Razmig was given the War Piece of a weapon, which was a battle axe. It all started then. For years the two trained together for the war that was to come. Ranj was never able to beat his brother but he did not care. But everything changed only two years ago. Something snapped in Razmig. The brother attacked his comrades, severely injuring Ranj before he ran off back to the tribe. Ranj and a number of others had been helping Razmig with the games the Everlasting had given him. By the time Ranj was well enough to get back to his tribe he found it well you can probably guess. He knew instantly who had done it all. It was at that moment Ranj swore he would end Razmig and stop this foolish war the Everlasting had made."
Personality: "He has a very deep hatred for the Everlasting and the War Pieces. He will not out right attack anyone with them but he will try and get you to stop everything. He will how ever try and out right attack the Everlasting when ever Ranj see him. Ranj is a very serious boy who will never stray from his goal. He is very kind and gentle, a good leader and a smart being. But he has a very deep anger for this world right now."
Other: "He does not have a War Piece."

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[right][quote][center][color=#0000BF][b]N[/b]ame:[/color] Ranj Ronaan
[color=#0000BF][b]G[/b]ender:[/color] Male
[color=#0000BF][b]A[/b]ge:[/color] 17
[color=#0000BF][b]W[/b]ar [b]P[/b]iece:[/color] None
[color=#0000BF][b]T[/b]agged:[/color] No One[/center][/quote][/right]

[center][color=#0000BF][b]~Ranj~[/b][/color]
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[Leo Lorenzo]

But that was the thing, Matt thought. At long distances, his Auran sight could only tell different emotions by their color- he'd need to get in range of an average person without blindness' sight to tell what it physically looked like. But then again, his Auran sight was probably better than Roxy's, being that his visual acuity with Auran Guard was much higher than average. "Ah!" He inhaled sharply, then told Roxy what he could see. "It's got three heads- at least three heads, it's still a little blurry... black in color, moves quickly, but probably isn't too agile, kind of big..." In all honesty, Matt was getting worried. He didn't know if Roxy could take it on by herself, and if she got herself injured while protecting him, where would that leave him? Conrad would be disappointed, to say the least.

[Leviathan~]

((Erica, accepted!! Good to see you again! I have a free character for you if you want, or if you'd like to join up with a group that's fine too.))

Ixion...

Ixion and Mikael both stared quite blankly at Lance. His mouth was moving so he must be under the impression that either if not both of them could hear him, even though that was nowhere near the case. Ixion tapped Lance on the shoulder and pointed at his ear and then the side of Mikael's head before shaking his head, trying to communicate he had no idea how to understand what the man was saying. Mikael, seeing the issue, turned around and climbed into his casket yet again, but keeping the door slightly open this time, just enough shut to where the magic would stop flowing between the two. "I can't hear you when he's outside of his box. What you say?"

Roxanne...

Roxy groaned. "Stupid freakin' hellhounds come burn down my favorite shed and now he's giving me a cerberus for crying out loud this is just ridiculous. I swear when I get my hands on that stupid suit-wearing piece of crap son of a..." The ranting continued and started to crescendo as Roxanne walked towards the rumbling forest. When the Cerberus crashed through the trees and started to barrel towards her she matched the volume of her cursing to the monstrosity's thundering footsteps. "GOOD FOR NOTHING DIRTY SCUM!" With her final chant of fury the girl's vents exploded into action, spinning her shoulder and causing the throw of her first axe to fly with such tremendous speed the whirring of the axe through the air was degraded into a heavy hum before it sank into the beast's far left head. In the very next instant her vents pushed her the opposite way, giving her a backhanded toss of the other axe into the monster's far right head, which was then enough to effectively stall its raging charge. While the beast still stood, Roxy was now unarmed. It was close enough to move for a strike and threw out one of its massive paws. The paw was fast, and moved at a speed to where it looked like it would've struck her, but at the last second she was out of reach, blasted to safety by her armor. Turning back to Matt, her eyes were ablaze and with another boost she crossed the clearing in under a second. She stopped as though she'd never started moving to begin with, only a few inches from Matt himself. "I need to borrow this." she said, gently stealing away the dagger he had before rotating with the same precision and speed as before. There was a swoosh of wind, and the Cerberus went down, the dagger lodged firmly in its forehead. "I swear, I'm gonna pop a blood vessel if I keep working myself up like that." she sighed, letting herself calm down from her temper tantrum. For her, this was just a typical day still.

[Leviathan~]

((Nightra, your charries are good. Go ahead and find someone to rp with or join a group, your choice, but please make it clear in OOC before doing so))

[Bahamut's Regent]

((Plus, my character already has the soul damaging curse, and that's effecting her in ways similar to depression, bipolar disorder, paranoid schizophrenia, and the possibly to just die instantly.))

"Dam*." Phoebe remarked. Of course the noblemen come and buy all the good stuff. Oh well. She sat down at the counter and pulled out her coin bag. It was fuller than normal--and by that, she means she had more than ten coins--but she still felt that familiar pain when she put one coin down.

"Hot water and a slice of bread, please." Phoebe mumbled and glanced at the other customer. He had jumped at the sight of her. Did he know? Her weapon belt was visible, but hey, everyone wore a weapon visibly nowadays. Her father carried a pistol at all times, to protect from people and those scavenging linx. Everyone needed protection.

Luke watched the baker hand the asked items to the girl. He watched the exchange with a curious expression. He didn't have any gold. He frowned and walked up to the girl and pointed to the dull gold coin. "Where did you get that?" He asked softly. He too wore a weapon in plain sight, a sword worn horizontally at his waist, it's hilt on his left. Like his clothes, the sword looked rather expensive.

[Furenzied]

"Umm...not important now." Lance said, dismissing what he said in a slight embarrassment. "Anyway if you see it don't engage, shout and I'll come running." He said as he looked into the woods. "I'll work slower naturally, on the base that I don't know these woods and I assume that you indeed do, all that wood couldn't have come from nowhere." He said as he neared the trees and took out his large sword in both hands, the tip lower than ideal and his hands further apart on the grip. "And be careful...or you may need a home like your friend there."

[Perky-T]

User: Perky-T
Name: Juliet, but if you call me by that name, I'll kill you. Call me Jewls, Julie, or whatever you can come up with.

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: I'm about 5'7, yes that is tall for a girl I know but deal with it. I have long brown hair but I keep it tied back when I'm in combat. My eyes are what get people the most; they are as blue as a cloudless sky. I'm also a pasty as a person can be, trust me I've tried tanning, didn't really work out for me in that department. I usually wear jeans with a white button down shirt and a black tank-top underneath.

War Piece: A Sentenial named Alphonse, he's about 5 feet tall and looks like a big saber-tooth tiger. He has twin tails with a ring of fire around the ends.

Blessing: Alphonse is strong and can reach speeds up to 50 mph at his top speed but he usually only reaches a solid 30 mph.. He can also see basic open weak points when fighting which isn't something you would want considering his bite is deadly. If you get bit, within 2 hours of you being bit, the flesh around your wound will slowly begin to melt off, then the venom will travel up through your body and continue melting you basically from the inside out, though usually he doesn't use that unless I need him to.

Curse: When I'm hurt too badly Alphonse retreats into his container, which is a small capsule around my neck, next to the antidote for his poison. This leaves me basically defenseless, with only what strength I have left to fight back. Also if he has any injury, it transfers to me when he retreats.

History: My mother died when I was born, which in my village is not a good sign. This means that this child can take lives. I was shunned since I can remember. When I was five I was given my War Piece and people feared me even more, so I ran away. I soon found someone who would teach me how to train and fight, I was so thankful for my Master, but like others before he vanished from me. Now I just spend my days trying to survive the war going on.

Personality: People say I'm a bit headstrong, stubborn, and rude. I say I just know what I want when I want it. I am stubborn and when I set my sights on something I never stop until I achieve it.

Other: (I'm so sorry! I'm terrible at these things!)

[Leviathan~]

(Perky, form looks okay, couple of things. All of your sentinel's abilities (like the venomous fangs) need to go in the Blessings section. Also, I'm not cool with your cat moving at 120mph. Do you have any idea how fast that is? A 5 foot tall demon tiger coming at you at 120 mph would be the equivalent of getting hit by a full-speed train. That's a little much. I'd cap the speed for that guy at 50mph, much more reasonable, and still incredibly fast for a sentinel. Also, I'd appreciate it if you could give a little more detail concerning the poison, like how it works. There are a lot of different things a poison can do, and some of those symptoms may be more or less applicable to different characters, so try to specify there. Apart from that, looks good, so if you can just fix those things up you'll be fine))

[Perky-T]

(I did some edits, I'm so sorry!)