Thought I could try making a Role-play myself. However, this one is for people with a stomach to stand some scenes. So it’s like a place for only the bravest ones. Let’s see which ones of you are real warriors. *crosses her arms and smiles*
All right, for starters, I’ma need just a couple of info on ur character, like:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Special powers:
Looks:
Equipment:
That’s it! The rest , such as profession, is to be discovered during the game. A lot of riddles in here and a lot of fighting. Just try not to swear too intensely. Oh, and no gods allowed! lol
My character’s profile:
Name: Catrannie D.
Age: 20
Race: Supposedly Half elf
Special powers: abnormally enhanced senses, over limited strength for a woman of her looks, flexibility, magic
Looks: Blond hair, white eyes, 165 cm, 55 kilos. Lengthened, hard nails (goes with the profession)
Equipment: Dark brown pants made of dragon skin and a tight, dark brown shirt that reveals most of her back , a weird silver necklace with a medallion in shape of an eye( red ruby in the middle – glows at times). Cloak made of dragon skin. Leather belt with a longblade knife and a couple of pouches hanging from it. Armed with a sword, silver nails that jerk out during the battle.
DESCRIPTION In the world beyond dreams and wishes, beyond nightmares and fear… the name DragonReign echoes amidst the valleys and mountains – a place invaded by terrible monsters (mostly vicious dragons) from Pandemonium that were released by the evil warlord Gerthros. Gerthros, as every dark elf, is obsessed with world domination. Driven by the knowledge of black magic, he can hardly be beaten in direct battle. However, residents of DragonReign have found the source of his powers, which is also the gate through which Pandemonians come out. They’ve also found out that the place wherefrom the evil lord operates is a mountainous land full of volcanoes called Lavadales. Unfortunately, after so many years of hopeless battling with the immortal warlock, the name of that source has been whipped out of the memories of people. The key to the gate was lost and with it… so was the hope.
Looks: 180cm, 80kg, one grey eye one blue/green, neck length brown hair streaked with blonde, scar running along left side of jaw
Equipment: Black bladed broadsword with one serrated edge and covered with red jagged lines, a black trench coat ragged at the bottom, a torn black top with a white shirt underneath, faded black jeans, scuffed black boots stained with deep red-brown blood, a red belt with assorted pouches
Name: Linnah
Age: 18
Race: Human
Special powers: a little of magic
Looks: blond hair, black eyes, 159 cm, 50 kilos
Equipment:White, silky dress, a silver ribbon around her head
Linnah collapses beside a gigantic rock grasping for air. She couldnt believe she escaped the gang of dark elf hunters that were trying to catch her for fun. Her hands were shuddering, as she was trying to remember any spell that could heal the wound on her shoulder, caused by a poisoned dark elf's arrow. She felt the poison run through her veins, as she struggled with her thoughts.
Catrannie held her sword firmly in her hand, as she stared into the eyes of a dragon before her. The beast was twenty times larger than she was. Its beautiful silver-red skin was shimmering on the sunlight, as the creature growled and attacked her. Suddenly, the dragon crouched into his attack-position and jerked his sharp metal tongue toward her. The tongue looked like a whip with a blade on the top.
Catrannie was looking it right into its eyes, predicting its every move. She could hear hear heart beating intensely and a rush of adrenaline forming a light headache.
Suddenly, she heard something swooshing behind her, but when she realized that it was the dragon's tail coming at her from the side, it was too late.
The spiky tail that looked more like a hammer with needles on its surface disarmed her - knocking off the heavy sword that flew into the air and - spinningly - stabbed into the ground all the way to te handle.
Another attack with the tail was coming up, but this time she was ready. All though, it was hard to concentrate on the situation because of the deep cut on her back that the dragon had caused in the beginning of the battle, she managed absorb the gravity into herself and press it out quickly. The outcome of that was a ten-feet jump into the air.
But the dragon wasn't finished yet. The smell of her blood made him go even more mad. It lifted its tri-fingered fist and was ready to crush her. Catrannie was staring at the fist without making a movement. Her heart was beating faster as she waited for the moment when she was to see the dragon's fist approach her.
The blood was pouring out of the wound on her back. it burned like the rage of Ifrit down from the underground.
Smoke billowed in the sky as flame crackled as it ate into the wood and thatch of the huts. The amber flames flickered in his eyes warm just like the blood that trickled down his face, dripping from his chin and splashing onto his boots. All around him he could hear the screams of anguish and fear cut short by cackles of insane laughter, the beasts enjoying the slaughter they were causing.
He now stood in the middle of the all this desolation having staggered from the crumbling hut to the dirt path beyond where bodies lay piled on top of one another, slck with blood and gore, limbs torn from sockets, flesh hanging ragged as faces where frozen in grimaces of pain and horror. And all around him was the laughter and then a shadow fell upon him, a draft of air brushing against the back of his neck causing the hairs to stand up on end as the blade swished nearer.
His eyes bolted open and he sat up with a start, the grass prickling at his legs and hands as he awoke from the dream. It had been the same vision that came every time he slumbered yet he had no memory of it ever having occured, could hardly remember any of his past beyond the last few years when he had woken from darkness in this world with nothing but the clothes he wore and the blade in his hand.
Crave had no idea where he had came from nor where he was going as he travelled this dark and ravaged land looking for some clue as to the reason for his existence...
The giant dragon roared, announcing her impending demise. She stared into his scarlet, burning eyes in which she could see nothing but pain and strength that was its product. She waited for the right moment, having her eyes fixed on the only red dragon in DragonReign, as she was searching for her sword with the edge of her eye.
Her heart was pounding, whilst she felt her elven side take act within her each muscle. The magical blood turned on and her eyes filled with fire.
Such agony… Having both elven and human blood was slowly, gradually killing her. Especially, when she would use her powers – which she hardly did.
The fist cut through the warm air and headed down toward her. Her heart jumped into her throat as the spell of fire started running down her tongue in a strange language. Her hands trembled with agony of that powerful spell. She lifted her arms and jerked them toward the beast. Suddenly, a thick, sparkling bolt of fire flew toward the dragon’s face and dispersed like a raindrop – that she had never seen during her lifetime – on the ground.
Her stomach was cramping. Her human side couldn’t handle the pressure of the elven trace. Soon, her lungs started burning as if she had inhaled the scorching gas of Rexaur volcano.
The dragon was blinded and his countenance was singed with the spell that Catrannie had cast upon him.
But, all of a sudden, her sight was covered with a veil of darkness that would usually come during the elven occupation of her body. The screeching sound she couldn’t recognize filled her ears and deafened her, thus scratching her brain so hard she could almost hear the cuts. Her knees gave in and she collapsed on the ground the moment the red dragon escaped into the vastness of the sky.
Linnah was watching all that from afar – behind the tremendous rock that was completely hiding her tiny body. Her heart was beating fast because she had never seen anything like that before. The woman looked like a human, but humans couldn’t use elven powers because it was too intense for their bodies.
When the beautiful red dragon left, Linnah hurried along the grassy ground toward the fallen warrior lady. When she approached, she noticed the woman’s mildly pointed ears. Elven had longer and pointier so it didn’t make her an elf. Good… She could relax because she wont be doing much running when the warrior wakes up.
She noticed the ruby medallion on the lady’s somewhat muscular chest. It had a special attraction that was drawing Linnah to steal it.
When Linnah reached for Catrannie’s medallion, the unconscious beauty opened her eyes and grabbed the girl’s wrist, squeezing it tightly. The illusion of flames burning inside of her eyes started fading, as white retinas gained control over them. ‘Bad decision’ Catrannie said quietly. Her voice was but a mere murmur swathed by danger and mystery. It drove tiny needles of chills into Linnah’s eyes. The sharp, merciless grass was digging into her wound on the back, persuading her to stand up. The elven side of her being had finally fallen asleep once more… till next time.
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