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Post by Durn on Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:31 pm

.the world is twisted

A long while ago, in an old, nostalgic land known as Terra Sainte, an old, malicious king that went by the name of Edward XVIII ruled. Terra Sainte was always known for its peace, and was called the sanctuary of life; the land where nobody was unhappy. Until one day, the king went mad, nearly losing his mind whole. He enslaved the people of Terra Sainte and cause havoc among the once peaceful lands. Nothing was sane any longer. The serene blackbirds that would once sing among the beautiful roofs of the Terra Sainte houses were now screeching melodies of pain. Terra Sainte was nearly turned upside down by the monarchy that ruled over the nation. This monarchy was known as La Nouvelle Règle, a government known for its foul methods. Yet, Terra Sainte had hope which lay in the hands of one group of people, Le Symbole d'Espoir. This group was the leading power against the government of Terra Sainte, although not nearly as powerful, Le Symbole d’Espoir had hopes that would hopefully, one day, revert Terra Sainte back into the peaceful land that the townspeople once knew.
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.soundtrack

When Seagulls Cry - Akiko Shikata
One-Winged Bird - Akiko Shikata
Jigoku no Kawa Nagare - Jigoku Shoujo OST
Requiem for a Dream - Clint Mansell
Worldend Dominator - Umineko no Naku Koro ni OST
Lilium - Kayo Konishi and Yukio Kondō
Dear You (Instrumental) - Unknown Author
Hyoui - Higurashi no Naku Koro ni OST
Tsubasa - Umineko no Naku Koro ni OST
Endless Nine - Dai
The Relief - Pandora Hearts OST 2
Mirage Coordinator - zts
Kimi no Shiranai Monogatari - Supercell
Bloody Rabbit - Yuki Kajiura
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.chronicles

N/A
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.rules

-THIS RP IS RATED PG-13 FOR BLOOD, A LITTLE GORE, LANGUAGE, AND MAYBE ROMANCE.
-This Roleplay takes place in the PAST. I don't want to see high-tech robo-humans in your appearance!
-No God-moding.
-No Power Playing.
-Quality Applications please.
-Please DO NOT control your fellow RPer’s character.
-The role play takes place in the late 1700's. Please don't give your character a machine gun.
-Insert the word "Hope" at the end of your application so I know you read the rules.
-This should be a quality RP, which means your posts and bio must use correct grammar, also, please try to follow the Five-Line/Seven-Sentence rule, wait no. If you don't follow the 5-Line/Seven-Sentence rule, you're out. No exceptions.
-There may be only one character of each rank.
-The ranks are listed from the strongest to least.
-At the end of your application please include a sample of your Roleplaying abilities, if possible.
-I will accept many nice applications given, so give it your best shot! :3
-We will start with 4 roleplayers, but I will accept up to 8.
-If you join, you stay active. No exceptions.
-Have Fun!
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.application

Code:
[b]Name[/b]: (First and Last, and no, your name may NOT be Boogie Buttfart!)
[b]Age[/b]: (14-28, 25-32 if King/Queen or Leader)
[b]Gender[/b]: (Male or Female)
[b]Appearance[/b]: (Picture Preferred)
[b]Weapon/Skill[/b]: (If you choose weapon, this can range from pistols to swords, or close-combat abilities to daggers, just nothing that seems illogical for the timeframe of the RP. If you choose skills, this can range from first aid to whatever you can think of. Just no magical or illogical abilities, please.)
[b]Faction[/b]: (Le Symbole d'Espoir [LSdE] or La Nouvelle Règle [LNR] )
[b]Rank[/b]: ([LSdE]: Leader, Administrator, Lieutenant, Soldier / [LNR]: King/Queen, Noble, Sir/Lady, Knight)
[b]Personality[/b]: (3 Lines at least)
[b]Background[/b]: (DETAILED)
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.factions

Le Symbole d'Espoir
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Alexei Giroux - Administrator
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La Nouvelle Règle
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Czeslaw Caldwell - Noble
Serene Lily - Lady
Terrance Raine - Knight
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.accepted applications


Durn wrote:Name: Czeslaw Caldwell
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapon/Skill: A wide variety of hand-to-hand combat skills and techniques along with the ability to wield daggers and small weapons. A large arsenal of sharp, miniscule weapons have been lined along the inside of his clothing, due to this, he has easy access to a weapon when it's needed.
Faction: La Nouvelle Règle
Rank: Noble
Personality: Czeslaw, commonly known as Czes, is a quiet, lonely child who commonly assesses the situation before acting. He usually thinks of others before himself, also giving him a thoughtful and kind personality which conflicts with his lonely self. Czeslaw is oblivious to many things, such as why others do things for others, and what their intention is. Although he doesn’t know the meaning of being helpful and kind, he does it anyways, since that was the way he was raised. He speaks carefully, making sure the person he is speaking to never gets upset. Although he is usually seen kind and polite, he actually has a very dark, scary, and threatening side as well. This side is usually only shown when he's insulted, or feels like he needs to teach someone a lesson or two. Due to past experiences, Czeslaw has abandoned all hopes of a happy, fairy-tale ending and has shown his arrogant side much more often than before.
Background: Czeslaw, the son of the Grande Advisor of Old King Edward XVIII, was born and raised in Terra Sainte as a royal and noble child. The sixteen-year-old is completely oblivious to the true intentions of the La Nouvelle Règle, for his family has tried to hide their vile intentions for quite a while. He was pampered by his family, even though he thought that the majority was completely pointless, for he had always believed that buying someone's trust and love through gifts was completely foolish. Czeslaw was home-schooled by a highly intellectual tutor, even though this tutor taught the most complicated of things, Czeslaw would understand it all, for his IQ was high above 145. He was a bright boy with a strong future. Although he was kind and polite, he was usually found inside of his room, studying, attempting to find out the meaning behind emotions and kindness. After years of study, Czeslaw gave up the search for the meaning of emotions. He had been through quite a bit during his search.

Czeslaw had begun his search for the meaning of emotions at the age of fourteen, when he began to actually like his father, who was overcoming his need to pamper Czeslaw. Czeslaw's father, Andrew, was a scholar and advisor of Old King Edward XVIII. He was a bright and intellectual man, much like his son. They both searched for the meaning behind emotions together, despite complaints by Czeslaw, Andrew continued to help his son, even though he believed in emotions himself. After studying together for nearly a year, Czeslaw had grown a somewhat reluctant, yet extremely strong bond with his father.

His mother, on the other hand, was not the same case. Czeslaw had rarely spoken to her throughout his lifetime, for she was a maid, and was unable to speak, or even make contact with Czeslaw, much to his dismay. This infuriated his mother, Andraelita. She had grown with envious rage as her husband was able to converse with Czeslaw, and eventually lost her mind, much like Old King Edward XVIII.

One morning, Czeslaw found his father's brutally murdered, lifeless body on the cold, stone floor of the Terra Sainte Cathedral's utility closet. His father's stomach was ripped open with a sharp object, blood had been splattered all over the walls of the room. Small trails of slobber were leaking out of his father's mouth, his unseeing eyes were stained with tears.

Czeslaw had abandoned all expectations he had for this twisted world, not knowing what to do anymore. Although his life was now in an even bigger knot that it was before, he even continued to act polite towards others, and appear as friendly towards the general public even though he had also abandoned all hope aimed towards having a bright future.
Zeri~Zeri wrote:Name: Serene Lily
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Weapon/Skill: Archery and Swordswomanship
Faction: La Nouvelle Règle
Rank: Lady
Personality: A hot-headed, quick-tempered girl, Lily walks with a high air of authority, as if she was born to lead. Most of the time, she saves Czes from mortal danger, or from doing something stupid, which happens quite often. Agile as a cat and snappy as a box turtle, Lily's acting makes her most suited to be a higher-ranked member than most.
Background: Born into nobility, her father a Sir, her mother the previous Lady, Lily was always separated from both her mother and her father, due to the work they had to do. Lily's father, Sir Larsen, stressed assertion in everything that he taught her. Lily's mother, Lady Marionette, stressed kindness and an open mind. With these two conflicting ideas, Lily became a mess, and eventually just exploded into a monster that neither parent wanted.

Disposed at the young age of 13, Lily sought out vengeance. But her parents continued to live on, no matter what job they were given by the King. Lily became more and more frustrated with her parents when they scolded her, and one evening, in mid-lecture, Lily blacked out. Anything else that happened that day was unknown to her, but when she awoke, her parents lay before her, blood splattered all across the ground. Lily's own hands felt sore and bruised, they were tainted with blood as well.

Ever since that day, Lily blamed herself for murdering her own parents, to which she regretted fiercely. She wanted them out of her life, but killing them was out of the question, she would have never done it with a conscious mind.

At age 16, Lily, over her grief, decided to take her mother's place as Lady Serene. Lily did not like her given name, however, so this became an object of argument. The argument was never resolved, and Lily to this day holds a grudge against the one who mentioned her given name was more suitable with the title than her surname--Czes.
Masquerade wrote:Name: Alexei Giroux
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapon/Skill: A sword called "Perpetuel Cauchemar". The sword is called so because it is rumored that those who bear witness to its potential in battle and live are plagued with intense nightmares for the rest of their days.
Faction: Le Symbole d'Espoir
Rank: Administrator
Personality: Confident in his abilities, Alexei remains defiant when it comes to following orders. He prefers to do things his own way and makes it quite evident. A frigid air surrounds him and sends shivers down the spines of others. His presence on the battlefield is often an omen of bad tidings for the opposition. Battle and blood are his two loves and feels as if those two things complete him. He won't hesitate to take a life as long as it serves an ultimate purpose--to overthrow the current government that is tormenting the people of Terre Sainte. Neither cheerful nor angry or depressed, he countenance retains a projection of indifference to the world around him, except in battle when his calmness shatters to unleash a terrifying grin of delight at the thought of death.
Background: Alexei began his life in a less prosperous area of Terra Sainte. His parents, Joseph and Catherine Giroux, were both becoming less rich, in the beginning. Joseph was a carpenter and Catherine was a seamstress. When Catherine became pregnant, the two were far from ready to have a child, and Catherine was even ready to have a "mishap" in order to avoid giving birth to a child, only to have his or her beginning to take place in such a time in which their funds were decreasing. People just didn't have use of a carpenter at the time...or a seamstress, for that matter. Of course, as time went on, Joseph's business went up along with his wife's and eventually, they were making good money again as they had several months ago. It was with great pleasure that Catherine brought her new son, Alexei Giroux into the world.

However, after several years, Catherine became ill. Doctors from all over came to examine her, only to find that there was nothing that could be done. Joseph was distraught and kept Alexei away from his dying mother in an attempt to protect him from her unknown sickness. At the age of 2, it was hard for Alexei to object to his father's wishes, and thus he went on with his life in normality as his mother passed away. Joseph fell into a deep despair and his business started going down. Catherine had been saving money, though, so Joseph relied on that for a little less than a year before it dried up. After that, Joseph knew that he had to move on...for his son. With renewed endeavor, Joseph's business skyrocketed. Many people were requesting him for repairs to their homes and he was even creating his own signature style. By the age of 8, Alexei felt pride in his father for growing so much. In admiration, Alexei began travelling with his father on commissions in hopes of learning the trade of the carpenter. Unfortunately, after 2 years of studying under his father, he realized that carpentry was just not for him.

At the age of 12, when things began to appear hopeless in his life, he met a man named Phillipe Lefauvre who was adept with a blade. Walking down the street one day, the young Alexei bumped into this man by mistake, lost in his daydreams. The stranger's blade immediately garnered the boy's attention which was the start of Alexei's new life learning the way of the sword. Drawing the blade, Phillipe performed a few moves for the boy, seeing as how he was in awe at the mere sight of the weapon. Gathering courage, Alexei expressed his desire to learn swordplay. With a gentle nod, Phillipe accepted and Alexei became his new apprentice.

For 4 years, Alexei trained in near isolation with only his new teacher as company. Joseph had consented to the training--seeing the smile on his son's face pretty much won him over. The first year was focused upon physical training. Through a series of trials and daily exercises, Alexei became slim and agile while building a bit of muscle as well to power the blows from his sword. The next 3 years focused on technique, and after a while, Alexei began to develop a technique of his own, much like his father developed his own style of carpentry. With the ferocity of the training, his own personality changed to become fierce as well, and a change in his apperance followed that. By the end, Alexei emerged as a talented swordsman and returned home, leaving behind a proud master.

When Alexei returned home, he found his father in ill health. He had been overworking himself to the point of exhaustion. With an iron will, Alexei kept his father from work and forced him to relax. However, Alexei's efforts were only rewarded with the death of his father. He had been too late. Doctors determined that his organs had not been strong enough to sustain the workload and failed. They left Alexei alone to wallow in utter depression. He was not allowed to grieve for long, for the whole of Terra Sainte changed with the veering of the king's mind into insanity. As a result, the prosperity known by the citizens of Terra Sainte vanished, and only misery reigned. An anger beset Alexei's being and he immediately began to seek a way to rid his home of the foul creature that had been sane seemingly yesterday. His efforts were rewarded this time, though, and he found Le Symbole d'Espoir who had similar hopes as he had--to cleanse Terra Sainte of the taint of the monarchy.
RainbowVeins wrote:Name: Terrance Raine
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: (The one with the black hair.)
Weapon/Skill: Archery and First Aid
Faction: LNR
Rank: Whatever is available.
Personality: Terrance is a quiet young man. He prefers to be on his own, flying solo most of the time. He doesn't have many friends, because of a critical case of social anxiety. He is usually found lounging in the comfort of a nearby tree, or seated by a rushing river, taking in the serene beauty of nature.
Background: Terrance grew up in a poor village. Nobody around had much money, especially his family. Because of this, he would find ways to entertain himself, which led to his love of nature. He would usually play by a nearby river, or in the woods that surrounded the village.

When Terrance was five, his parents decided to send him to a school in the village. There, he demolished the grades of other children at his level. His IQ was ten-fold higher than the others, which allowed him to skip a couple of grades. Being a young child in a higher grade, he was made fun of easily.

He ignored it, doing his own thing and not caring that the other children said. When he was thirteen, he graduated from school with the highest grades the school had ever seen. Because he had so much free time on his hands, he would practice Archery in a nearby field. He would practice First Aid as well, always wanting to help others in need.

Ever since, he has mastered the ways of Archery and First Aid, easily being able to kill off somebody miles away, or fix a bullet wound.

TheAkamu wrote:Name: Jemozaki Britra
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.anime4ublog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/kanda-sword.jpg
Weapon/Skill: Swords and a Pistol hidden under his cloths.
Faction: La Nouvelle Règle
Rank: King
Personality: Jemozaki is a very confdent, powerful man, with a short temper. He is a very cold man on the outside, to most people, but the ones who egt close to him he would give almost anything for. He could kill without mercy, but then cry all night, out of pride not to show anyone his feelings.
Background: Jemozaki comes from a very rich, powerful, influential family. He grew up and was taught many things, such as literature, craftsmenship, and his favorate, Combat. At the age of ten he could outwit a stratigist and defeat a solder in hand-to-hand combat. He hates his family, as he thought of them as lazy, pampered sloths.

On the day of his Thirtenth Birthday, he was told he was going to have an arranged marrage. He was outraged by this, and rebeled. They called off the wedding when he thretened to kill the bride. That night, he ws punished, by his own father. From that day on, his feelings showed less, and less.

At age 25, he became a noble, and grew so much influance, most people rathered him over the old king. He eventualy came to chalage the king for power. This chalange went unherd of untill his 26'th birthday when he stormed into the royal throne room and demanded that the kind listen. The king did, and accsepted his challange.

As the royal tradition, there were many feats of power, intelect, and overall stamana between the two. Eventualy, Jemozaki won, and claimed the throne as his own. To this day, he lives the same way, but prefers to do things for himself.


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Re: .the world is twisted [Starting - Accepting 4]

Post by Zerifachias on Mon Nov 02, 2009 3:54 pm

Name: Serene Lily

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Weapon/Skill: Weapon - Archery and Swordswomanship

Faction: La Nouvelle Règle

Rank: Lady

Personality: A hot-headed, quick-tempered girl, Lily walks with a high air of authority, as if she was born to lead. Most of the time, she saves Czes from mortal danger, or from doing something stupid, which happens quite often. Agile as a cat and snappy as a box turtle, Lily's acting makes her most suited to be a higher-ranked member than most.

Background: Born into nobility, her father a Sir, her mother the previous Lady, Lily was always separated from both her mother and her father, due to the work they had to do. Lily's father, Sir Larsen, stressed assertion in everything that he taught her. Lily's mother, Lady Marionette, stressed kindness and an open mind. With these two conflicting ideas, Lily became a mess, and eventually just exploded into a monster that neither parent wanted.

Disposed at the young age of 13, Lily sought out vengeance. But her parents continued to live on, no matter what job they were given by the King. Lily became more and more frustrated with her parents when they scolded her, and one evening, in mid-lecture, Lily blacked out. Anything else that happened that day was unknown to her, but when she awoke, her parents lay before her, blood splattered all across the ground. Lily's own hands felt sore and bruised, they were tainted with blood as well.

Ever since that day, Lily blamed herself for murdering her own parents, to which she regretted fiercely. She wanted them out of her life, but killing them was out of the question, she would have never done it with a conscious mind.

At age 16, Lily, over her grief, decided to take her mother's place as Lady Serene. Lily did not like her given name, however, so this became an object of argument. The argument was never resolved, and Lily to this day holds a grudge against the one who mentioned her given name was more suitable with the title than her surname--Czes.

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Re: .the world is twisted [Starting - Accepting 4]

Post by Masquerade on Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:34 pm

Name: Alexei Giroux

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Weapon/Skill: A sword called "Perpetuel Cauchemar". The sword is called so because it is rumored that those who bear witness to its potential in battle and live are plagued with intense nightmares for the rest of their days.

Faction: Le Symbole d'Espoir

Rank: Administrator

Personality: Confident in his abilities, Alexei remains defiant when it comes to following orders. He prefers to do things his own way and makes it quite evident. A frigid air surrounds him and sends shivers down the spines of others. His presence on the battlefield is often an omen of bad tidings for the opposition. Battle and blood are his two loves and feels as if those two things complete him. He won't hesitate to take a life as long as it serves an ultimate purpose--to overthrow the current government that is tormenting the people of Terre Sainte. Neither cheerful nor angry or depressed, he countenance retains a projection of indifference to the world around him, except in battle when his calmness shatters to unleash a terrifying grin of delight at the thought of death.

Background: Alexei began his life in a less prosperous area of Terra Sainte. His parents, Joseph and Catherine Giroux, were both becoming less rich, in the beginning. Joseph was a carpenter and Catherine was a seamstress. When Catherine became pregnant, the two were far from ready to have a child, and Catherine was even ready to have a "mishap" in order to avoid giving birth to a child, only to have his or her beginning to take place in such a time in which their funds were decreasing. People just didn't have use of a carpenter at the time...or a seamstress, for that matter. Of course, as time went on, Joseph's business went up along with his wife's and eventually, they were making good money again as they had several months ago. It was with great pleasure that Catherine brought her new son, Alexei Giroux into the world.

However, after several years, Catherine became ill. Doctors from all over came to examine her, only to find that there was nothing that could be done. Joseph was distraught and kept Alexei away from his dying mother in an attempt to protect him from her unknown sickness. At the age of 2, it was hard for Alexei to object to his father's wishes, and thus he went on with his life in normality as his mother passed away. Joseph fell into a deep despair and his business started going down. Catherine had been saving money, though, so Joseph relied on that for a little less than a year before it dried up. After that, Joseph knew that he had to move on...for his son. With renewed endeavor, Joseph's business skyrocketed. Many people were requesting him for repairs to their homes and he was even creating his own signature style. By the age of 8, Alexei felt pride in his father for growing so much. In admiration, Alexei began travelling with his father on commissions in hopes of learning the trade of the carpenter. Unfortunately, after 2 years of studying under his father, he realized that carpentry was just not for him.

At the age of 12, when things began to appear hopeless in his life, he met a man named Phillipe Lefauvre who was adept with a blade. Walking down the street one day, the young Alexei bumped into this man by mistake, lost in his daydreams. The stranger's blade immediately garnered the boy's attention which was the start of Alexei's new life learning the way of the sword. Drawing the blade, Phillipe performed a few moves for the boy, seeing as how he was in awe at the mere sight of the weapon. Gathering courage, Alexei expressed his desire to learn swordplay. With a gentle nod, Phillipe accepted and Alexei became his new apprentice.

For 4 years, Alexei trained in near isolation with only his new teacher as company. Joseph had consented to the training--seeing the smile on his son's face pretty much won him over. The first year was focused upon physical training. Through a series of trials and daily exercises, Alexei became slim and agile while building a bit of muscle as well to power the blows from his sword. The next 3 years focused on technique, and after a while, Alexei began to develop a technique of his own, much like his father developed his own style of carpentry. With the ferocity of the training, his own personality changed to become fierce as well, and a change in his apperance followed that. By the end, Alexei emerged as a talented swordsman and returned home, leaving behind a proud master.

When Alexei returned home, he found his father in ill health. He had been overworking himself to the point of exhaustion. With an iron will, Alexei kept his father from work and forced him to relax. However, Alexei's efforts were only rewarded with the death of his father. He had been too late. Doctors determined that his organs had not been strong enough to sustain the workload and failed. They left Alexei alone to wallow in utter depression. He was not allowed to grieve for long, for the whole of Terra Sainte changed with the veering of the king's mind into insanity. As a result, the prosperity known by the citizens of Terra Sainte vanished, and only misery reigned. An anger beset Alexei's being and he immediately began to seek a way to rid his home of the foul creature that had been sane seemingly yesterday. His efforts were rewarded this time, though, and he found Le Symbole d'Espoir who had similar hopes as he had--to cleanse Terra Sainte of the taint of the monarchy.

Here's an example of my roleplaying ability: http://s1.zetaboards.com/Oblis_Realm/topic/2255425/1/

Look at Post #6. That's a pretty good example. ^ ^

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Post by RainbowVeins on Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:20 am

Name: Terrance Raine
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: (The one with the black hair.)
Weapon/Skill: Archery and First Aid
Faction: LNR
Rank: Whatever is available.
Personality: Terrance is a quiet young man. He prefers to be on his own, flying solo most of the time. He doesn't have many friends, because of a critical case of social anxiety. He is usually found lounging in the comfort of a nearby tree, or seated by a rushing river, taking in the serene beauty of nature.
Background: Terrance grew up in a poor village. Nobody around had much money, especially his family. Because of this, he would find ways to entertain himself, which led to his love of nature. He would usually play by a nearby river, or in the woods that surrounded the village.

When Terrance was five, his parents decided to send him to a school in the village. There, he demolished the grades of other children at his level. His IQ was ten-fold higher than the others, which allowed him to skip a couple of grades. Being a young child in a higher grade, he was made fun of easily.

He ignored it, doing his own thing and not caring that the other children said. When he was thirteen, he graduated from school with the highest grades the school had ever seen. Because he had so much free time on his hands, he would practice Archery in a nearby field. He would practice First Aid as well, always wanting to help others in need.

Ever since, he has mastered the ways of Archery and First Aid, easily being able to kill off somebody miles away, or fix a bullet wound.

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Re: .the world is twisted [Starting - Accepting 4]

Post by Durn on Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:08 pm

We'll start once Zeri gets back from whatever she's doing for the next few days. XD

Until then, we are accepting 4.

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Re: .the world is twisted [Starting - Accepting 4]

Post by Durn on Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:59 pm

Czeslaw awoke, it was still dark outside, with little signs of sun. Small, golden outlines of light could be seen lining the great trees outside of his window, daylight would come soon. He lethargically opened his eyes and climbed out of bed, which was seemingly difficult to do, considering that his floor was littered with research papers and books. He was careful as to not destroy any of his work as he traversed the room and opened his door. On the other side of the ajar door was his trusted servant, Sanders.

"Czeslaw, the Old King would like to speak with you." Sanders greeted in a melancholy tone.

"Do you know why?" Czeslaw bluntly responded.

"I have been told none of the details."

Without responding, Czeslaw began to walk down the large, serpentine hallways of the Terra Sainte Citadel, off to see the Old King. Many things were running through his mind at the moment, such as what father wanted with him, what would he do to him, and other things along those lines.

The halls of the Citadel were lined with crystalline decorations that traced a small trail on the walls of the Citadel. There were golden chandeliers hanging from different locations throughout the halls; there were about fifteen to thirty feet apart, by the look of it. There was also a golden-lined, vermillion rug that lay the length of the large hallway.

Czeslaw then took a left turn towards a large, pine door. He slowly twisted the jeweled doorknob; when the door opened, a small creaking noise formed.

"Who's there?" The Old King's voice bellowed throughout the room.

"Czeslaw A. Caldwell VI." Czeslaw anxiously responded to the voice. The room was too dark, nothing could be seen inside of the room, but he knew that the Old King was staring right at him.

"I bet you're wondering why I called you?" The King asked.

"Y-Yes, I am."

"There has been a small issue going on with the people right now." The Old King smirked slyly, as if lying. "They have formed a small mob in the 32nd District of Terra Sainte, and will revolt against the Citadel if we don't stop them." His small smirk broke out into a large, malicious grin. "I want you to slaughter them all, if you would do so kindly."

"Why is slaughtering them necessary, won't it just bring harm to the Dis-" Czes began to deny his great-grandfather's orders, before being rudely interrupted.

"Kill them." The Old King sharply stated.

"But-" Czes stuttered a little bit, confused.

"Leave, now." The king ordered, "Go and get some of your allies and slaughter them all!"

"Y-Y-Yes sir."

***

As Czeslaw paced back and forth in his study, he was curious as to what he was going to do. If he didn't kill the mobsters as he was told, that man would surely kill him. Yet the citizens were almost completely innocent, he didn't want to have to kill anyone.

"I wonder where Serene is today," Czeslaw glanced through his research, "maybe she could help."

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Post by Zerifachias on Sat Nov 07, 2009 12:23 pm

A sword flew up into the air, landing on the ground some distance away. Three others followed, with their owners stumbling back, away from a woman wielding a single, short blade in her left hand. She twirled the sword's handle to her right hand as the group of four charged her, knives flying from their sheaths.

As the sword slid into her right hand, the woman bent her left wrist and smacked one of the chargers on the chin with the hard bone, causing him to cry out in pain and fall back. At the same time, the woman flipped over another man before landing a back kick onto his spinal cord. The man fell over like a ton of bricks, temporarily paralyzed.

The last two man performed a pincer attack, coming in from two different sides, knives poised to strike. The woman threw her sword up into the air, then shot out her hands, grabbing their wrists. With a quick jump back, the woman forced the two men together, successfully making them stab each other. Crying out in pain, the two men fell to the ground, groveling in the dirt.

"Is that it?" The woman snapped, "That's all you men have to show me?"

"We're very sor-" One of them began to say before the sword the woman had thrown into the air came back down and punctured the ground, two inches from his face. Paralyzed with fear, the man said no more. The woman sneered at the cowardly man, annoyed at his fear.

"Don't you dare show your faces to me again, unless you want to die." She spat. The men all scrambled to get up and run from her fury.

A slightly older woman then walked up to the warrior, "My lady, please don't scare the new recruits like that." She said, "We do need to have an army of more than just a few people."

"Quality over Quantity, Jessica." The warrior replied bluntly, "We need people who have skill and brains. If they can't even best one of my defenses, then they're no good here. What happens when someone is better than me, ends up as an enemy? None of these wimps will be able to hack it. Only Czes and the King can defeat me. The Old King has gotten frail in his age, anyone would be able to kill him off. I'm surprised he didn't choke on the bread last night."

"Lady Serene!" Jessica cried, "You should say things like that!"

"And you shouldn't be calling me by that name," the warrior growled, "I told you, Lady Lily, or 'Mi'lady' will do." With that, she stalked off from the courtyard.

Serene Lily grew up as a Noble's daughter, so she pretty much received the best treatment available. Lily wore a captain's uniform, unfitting for her role in the army. She was a Lady, and had little power over the army's forces. Lily did have her own squad that she controlled, but other than that, she had no control of where the army's forces were stationed. She could test out the new recruits, as she just did, to see if they were worthy of being in the army, but apparently, they weren't. Now she had to report back to Czes, to give him her judgment.

*~*

Lily stepped into Czes' station, and approached the man himself.

Not bothering with a salute or any formal introduction, Lily cut right to the chase, "Those new recruits you told me about? Complete idiots. I sent them away, we have no need for people as disorganized as they." She said. Czes seemed not to care, instead, his eyes were slightly glazed over, as if he was deep in thought. Sighing, Lily lifted her hand and smacked him. "What's the problem this time?"

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Re: .the world is twisted [Starting - Accepting 4]

Post by Sargaras on Sat Nov 07, 2009 12:55 pm

Name: Jemozaki Britra
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.anime4ublog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/kanda-sword.jpg
Weapon/Skill: Swords and a Pistol hidden under his cloths.
Faction: La Nouvelle Règle
Rank: King
Personality: Jemozaki is a very confdent, powerful man, with a short temper. He is a very cold man on the outside, to most people, but the ones who egt close to him he would give almost anything for. He could kill without mercy, but then cry all night, out of pride not to show anyone his feelings.
Background: Jemozaki comes from a very rich, powerful, influential family. He grew up and was taught many things, such as literature, craftsmenship, and his favorate, Combat. At the age of ten he could outwit a stratigist and defeat a solder in hand-to-hand combat. He hates his family, as he thought of them as lazy, pampered sloths.

On the day of his Thirtenth Birthday, he was told he was going to have an arranged marrage. He was outraged by this, and rebeled. They called off the wedding when he thretened to kill the bride. That night, he ws punished, by his own father. From that day on, his feelings showed less, and less.

At age 25, he became a noble, and grew so much influance, most people rathered him over the old king. He eventualy came to chalage the king for power. This chalange went unherd of untill his 26'th birthday when he stormed into the royal throne room and demanded that the kind listen. The king did, and accsepted his challange.

As the royal tradition, there were many feats of power, intelect, and overall stamana between the two. Eventualy, Jemozaki won, and claimed the throne as his own. To this day, he lives the same way, but prefers to do things for himself.

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Post by Masquerade on Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:19 pm

Heavy steps sounded against the avenue more emphasized by the solemnity that wrought the source's countenance more than the boots that pounded the stones. Bearing a grimace not befitting of his soul, Alexei made his way to the town square for the day. Previously, intense training occupied his schedule--hour upon hour of exercising, sword practice, and meditation. However, Alexei had become used to the lifestyle he had chosen, and at the end of the day, if his muscles were not aching, he would grab his sword and set out into the depths of night with replenished vigor only to return home in the morning exhausted. Today, he chose to take the day off, a rarity, to be sure. What wealth he had come across through various jobs whether it be from mediocre carpentry or dangerous bounty hunting endeavors kept in secret, he gathered it up in preparation for a day of browsing at the shops set up by various merchants.

Commotion. Something was happening up ahead, and that is what had caused the plague of saddening to fall upon him without mercy. It was conflict he was trying to prevent. He understood what the people were going through, but he severely wished they could be a bit patient. However, his position as administrator of Le Symbole d'Espoir dominated his thinking.

Perhaps there will be a bit of talent up ahead? he thought to himself as a malevolent smirk crawled across his face. As usual, stay in the shadows and observe. Letting myself get caught up in this nonsense will do us no good...

With now silenced steps and the utmost stealth, Alexei slid to the side of the avenue and continued moving along. Within minutes of lurking, the swordsman caught full view of what appeared to be an insurgence of some sort. A large crowd of citizens were in the streets, completely riled up for an unknown reason. The scene was nearly amusing, and Alexei smothered a smile from existence. The mob was tossing its own members around as if they were fighting amongst themselves. Organization must not have had a definite place in their vocabulary for the lack thereof was creating more chaos than significance. One man dressed in filthy rags with bandages wrapped about his feet found himself ejected from the crowd and fell into a nearby pile of garbage, not that it would have any effect on his unkempt appearance. He scratched the back of his head as he noticed Alexei watching him. He flashed the observer a grin which was missing several teeth. As the man staggered up and was about to rejoin the rebellious gathering, Alexei seized the man roughly by the neck and slammed him into a nearby wall.

The man was shivering violently in fear, his eyes dilating. "W-what? What is it? What do you want from me?"

Alexei chuckled softly. "Fear not, vile man. I deign not to cause you harm of any sort. Though I do retain several questions that require proper answering." Whatever humor had existed prior had been snuffed out completely as Alexei's glare intensified. "One, what the hell do you think you are doing here?"

"W-well, we are protesting...yeah. We are protesting!" he replied defiantly and confidently in exclamation.

A cracking sound permeated the air and quickly vanished. The man screamed and covered his face. Alexei shook his hand a bit. "Oww...that kinda hurt," he said sarcastically. "I would hate to shatter any more of your fragile bones, weakling filth. "What exactly are you even protesting? The new government? Just in case you have not noticed, I will tell you that there are plans being set in motion of late and the fate of Terra Sainte lies in far more capable hands then your own of which should not touch anything." Nonchalantly, he tossed the man to the ground and watched him scramble away.

Alexei stuck his tongue out and spit on the wall. "Left a bad taste in my mouth, stupid bastard...," he muttered to himself and continued to watch, with lessening interest, the "protest" that was taking place. "It will only be a matter of time before they send someone to quell this nonsensical revolt. Perfect term, too, revolt is. There is nothing more that could define this picture other than revolting."

Patiently he waited for an opportunity to view his enemies in combat. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes to block out the sunlight that shone down upon the city on his supposed day off.

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Post by Durn on Sun Nov 08, 2009 5:48 pm

((@Ak: Accepted, I expect high quality posts and correct spelling. :3

Go ahead and make your opening post. ^^))

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Post by Sargaras on Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:19 am

Jemozaki, the new king, slowly walked down the row, looking at the old king, in his throne. He had anticipated this day for a long time, the time, to take control. He walked up to the trone and didn't bow or salute, insted, he scoffed. "Get out of here old man, you're outdated."

The old king frowned, trembling a little. "But... you said..."

"No, get out, now." he demanded, frowning.

"O-Ok, just hang on... it..." He was suddenly cut off.

"Now, do I have to make myself clearer?" He drew his sword and the crowd behind him gasped.

The old king looked shocked as he stood up, and proceded to leave the room.

"Finaly, stupid old man." He walked to the throne and sat down, looking over the crowd and gaining a triumphent smile. "So, this is what it feels like to rule all? I gotta say, I'm not suprised the old king didn't want to leave..." He looked over to the royal advisor, grining.

"Order the army, and all the nobles, and lady's to colect outside in the courtyard, I wish for them to know who I am..." He stood up, and suddenly, a man burst from the crowd, waving a knife.

"Die you bastard!" The man yelled.

There was a noise, and the 'new king' had his sword plunged through the man's chest. "Fool. I rule this land now, and you die with the rule of the old king." He pulled his Blade out' coated with Blood, and walked from the room, the crowd standing in awe.

Jemozaki wandered into the courtyard where they alredy set up a stand and a throne. He grined and sat down talking to the messanger. "Call everyone affiliated with the army and the old Royal family, and my family, and tell them to come here, A.S.A.P." He laughed and looked over, seeing that the yard was big enough.

He rested his arm on the armrest, leaning on his fist. "Lets just see about these people..."

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