Mystics Apprentice

Yeah, I don't think he will be none too pleased. I thought it would be wise to make mention of the sword.

So this reveal might clear some things up, chiefly Yev's unwavering loyalty to King Alexander and his resentment for Shiva. I'll get another post in for my characters at a slightly later date; I don't think I should make my post any longer. Also, I think we're getting close for everyone to begin their trek to Isopolis. I'll just allow everyone to tie up any loose ends and we can look toward making the final motion toward the shrine. Are there any conversations or events that you guys feel are critical to completing prior?

Thousands of years ago, roughly 100 years prior to the Great War . . . . Sunlight glittered upon the periwinkle turrets of the Kilkis Seres palace; its lawns well-manicured and pristine. Yevgeni strode through the courtyard and toward the palace, a sheathed sword resting in his hands. Giggles echoed throughout the courtyard as the young Princess Shiva emerged from behind a shrub, one that was nearly as tall as her. She was still well in her childhood years, the equivalent of perhaps a seven-year-old human. She smiled up at him shyly, face flushed from running. "Hello, Princess," Yev greeted her warmly, casting a sideways glance at her companion. A boy with violet locks stood nearby, one whom he'd seen frequently at the palace. He wasn't certain of his name, though the princess favored his company. "Hi Yev," Shiva responded, trying to catch her breath. "Me and Odin are playing tag. Shall you join?" The elf shook his head, a stray lock of hair escaping his ponytail and cascading over his boyish face. "Not today, I'm afraid. I have something that I must deliver to your father." "Oh." Shiva didn't seem particularly bothered by this, instead rushing over to Odin to play some more. Yev chuckled softly to himself, proceeding along the sidewalk to enter the palace. The king was found upon his throne, its gold finish glinting in the sunlight which poured through the long windowpanes. King Alexander brought his hazel eyes to meet his young retainer, a smile finding its way to his face. "Ah, Yevgeni," the king greeted, rising from his seat. "It is good to see you, as always." The blond knelt before him, sunlight pouring over his face and beating onto his leather vest. "And it is always an honor, Your Majesty." He extended the sheathed sword on his open palms. "I have brought the sword, as per your request." The king seemed distracted, eventually tearing his gaze from the youth and to the weapon which he proffered him. He wrapped a hand around the hilt, removing it from Yev's grasp. "So you have. Wonderful"--he unsheathed it, admiring its blade--"do you know what this weapon is?" Yev was uncertain what it could be beyond a sword, but instead of blurt such he merely shook his head. "I'm afraid not, my liege." "It is a sword that has belonged in the royal family for generations, traditionally belonging to the heir to the throne." King Alexander tossed it, catching it with his free hand. The king's long blond hair fell in waves down his back, swaying as he extended the hilt to the retainer. "Would you care to inspect it?" "Certainly." The young retainer retrieved the sword from the king, studying it more carefully than he had that morning. The sword was long and lean, made from the purest of silver. At its hilt rested an embedded sapphire, which he ran his thumb across. When he brought his gaze back up to meet Alexander he was surprised to find a curious look upon the king's face. Was it sorrow? Longing? Yev wasn't sure, but it made him uneasy, causing him to return the sword to his king. "It's lovely. A gift for the young princess?" "Indeed," Alexander said, turning his face toward the window. Outside they could see Shiva and Odin playing, both seeming delighted without a care in the world. He let out a sigh. "Oh, how I wish you were truly my heir, Yevgeni Malachite." Startled, Yev shot him a quizzical glance. " . . . your majesty?" "Just look at her." Shiva was spinning in a circle, which grew to the radius of several yards from being so dizzy. "My Shiva is so tender and softhearted. She could never rule the people." Yevgeni didn't quite know how to respond, nor did he think he should. What was King Alexander trying to say? Was he being tested? Silence seemed like the best course of action, and thus silent he remained. King Alexander's dialogue filled the silence for him, whom seemed to notice the youth's bewilderment. "You see, few know that I also have a son, one whom I would much prefer to give this crown to upon my eventual passing." "A son?" Yev's emerald eyes immediately flickered to meet the king's face, trying to discern whether the man made this claim in jest. The king smiled, meeting his gaze calmly. "Have you never wondered why you look nothing like your father or mother, or even baby sister, Veriti?" The retainer's stomach tightened into a knot, immediately realizing where Alexander was going with this, yet he could not believe any of it. "I have my mother's eyes." "Oh, true, yes. You indeed have Isadora's eyes, those lovely eyes which I truly miss. It was her that I truly loved, but she was a commoner, and an elf from the north to make matters worse. I was engaged to Kirin long before I had even met Issie, an arranged marriage to tie our divided lands together. Kirin may have been my queen, but Issie will always have my heart." Alexander clapped his hand over Yev's shoulder, gripping it firmly. "I have tried to keep you as close as I could to the royal court without raising suspicion, and even then some were quizzical. I have great pride as a father, seeing the man that you've become, and yet I have no way of passing my crown to you." Yevgeni tore away from the king's grasp, face devoid of all its color. His hands shook violently at his sides, golden ponytail hanging limply over his shoulder. "My lord," Yevgeni began weakly. "Why . . . why are you telling me this? Are you suggesting . . . ?" "You are my son, Yevgeni, and I've waited for the day that I could tell you this." A shrill scream came from the courtyards as Shiva ran away from Odin, before tossing a bushel of flowers in the boy's face. "Which means she, the princess is . . . ." "Your sister," King Alexander finished. "Or half, at any rate." The elf--half-elf--backed away, disbelief written on his face. All of these years he'd been told lies, ones which he hadn't even thought to question until now. Couldn't his mother have told him? Did they fear that he would seek the crown? He had no such desire to rule, though it seemed that the king did. "I must request a favor of you, my boy," Alexander said tenderly, turning his gaze toward the youth. "One which I pray you will live up to." Yevgeni nodded weakly, not wholly trusting himself to speak. "Anything, my lord." "I must ask of you to guide our nation, should Shiva stray from her path. See to it that the Overworld knows true peace, regardless of the price." "Does this have something to do with the human leaders that came to visit last week?" At the mention of the humans the king's face darkened a shade. "Abominations, they are." Yev wasn't quite certain that he agreed with that attestation. He'd met quite the number of admirable individuals from the world below, some sharing almost as much knowledge as the fey, which was incredible since they lived not even a tenth of what most fey did. "Will you do me this service, Yev?" he asked, tone imploring. "Will you be my legacy?" A sigh escaped him as he knelt once more before his father, hair brushing the marble floor at his feet. "I swear my life to it."

I'll get right on adding those as soon as I'm back on my computer. Also, ah, no, that was not me. I was requesting that we wait for Vaude because he was at work at the time. It was Endless wondering whether Stardust would join. She's a friend as well, of course, but I'm not certain if this would be up her alley or not. Personally I would suggest you go ahead and close this since you've already exceeded your max. I'd hate to overburden you. As for the leader: I don't think Tibarn has it in him to lead, but if no one else steps up to the plate I'll see what I can do. How about your character, Heart? It may be best as the GM to have the leader to ensure you have the reigns of direction, but it is entirely up to you, of course.

Sweet, thanks! And yes, we're all pretty close friends. Being in one roleplay together for two years and counting will do that. . I could see this idea gathering a lot of interest, as it's quite a fun and refreshing idea. And no problem on the second character; one is just fine with me.

Is there a character limit that you had in mind, or could we make more than one character? I had some ideas for another that would be fun to add to the fray. Wouldn't dream of it. More characters to have verbal wars with. I'm pretty sure that Vaude would want in on this, as this is right up his alley. Might I reserve a spot for him?

If we're not really going to use the stats it may be a lot of additional work for you to create a stat system, but it would be entertaining. I'm not inclined either way, really, so whatever you feel is best sounds great to me. That sounds great about the character's appearance! I'll edit my sheet in like to implement it. I'm also glad that I wasn't overstepping my bounds by creating a planet. Concerning the shop: I rather like the idea of working to earn credits. It would make things quite interesting.

Awesome! It's a great series. I just explored it for the first time a few months back and loved it. Great series. Anyhow, I had noticed that you were rather new here and I wanted to say hello. Hope you enjoy it here.

I agree entirely. Oath is just not my cup of tea and I feel that it's not real befitting to the KH series, nor the scenes that it plays in. It kind of is ruining the trailers for me, but hopefully I can look past it with the game's opening.

Name: Tibarn Llang Age: 27 Appearance: Background: Raised by an oriental family on the planet of Nuu, Tibarn left for space as an exporter, hoping to support his aging parents. When he returned one summer he'd come to find that his mother had passed away by a disease that had swept through, filling the young man with grief. He didn't return to his job and instead drew inward, conversing with few and relying on many trips to the bar for comfort. It wasn't until a trip to death's door that finally snapped him back into living again. Tibarn left home for space again, this time as a pirate. He considers himself a pirate with morals, however: he won't take from orphans or the poor, and won't often kill for spoils unless he felt the person deserved it. Tibarn travels with the crew in search of his sense of self and purpose. But will he find it? That remains to be seen. Position: Gatherer of intel and skilled assassin (also the ship's bartender ) Personal Ability: Thievery. Has a knack for breaking out of almost any cell, and is known for stealthy pickpocketing. Skills: Great with knives, but thrown and close-up combat. Great agility and speed, and, again, has thieving abilities such as lock picking and pickpocketing. Race: Human Augments: None Equipment: Jeweled dagger that his father gave him, along with throwing knives lining his vest. Stats: Strength: 10 Dexterity: 15 Constitution:13 Intelligence 10 Wisdom 8 Charisma: 15 Overall this looks pretty neat. I did notice, however, that you didn't give us a place to add the appearance of our character in our sheets, which I think would be a nice addition. By the way, I wasn't sure what origin planets we had to choose from for our backstories, so I invented one. If it's a problem, though, I would happily replace it with your selection of planets.

Sorry for the delay; I've had a very full week. Name: Loki Laufeyson Age: 28 Gender: Male Superhero Name: None Race: Frost Giant Appearance: Personality: Intelligent, sly, and mischievous. Loki cannot be trusted much farther than he can be thrown. He is quite the innovative thinker and outsmarts many, which aids to his dangerous side. Often a wild card, Loki is on his own side and may or may not come to your aid. He does, however, fiercely care about those important to him, chiefly the mother who raised him, Queen Frigga of Asgard. Bio: The smallest of the Frost Giants and son to the king, Loki lived his early years away from the public eye due to his father's shame of him. After King Odin of Asgard defeated his father, he took Loki under his wing as his very own, raising him alongside his biological son, Thor. His relationship with his foster brother has been strained, at best, though in time the two have come to appreciate each other for who they are. While still not trusted, Loki helps the heroes on occasion, though generally works for himself to meet his own personal interests. He often will not lend a helping hand unless he can gain something out of it, though he has been known to perform the occasional charity act from seemingly the kindness of his heart. Universe/First Issue: Thor/Journey Into Mystery Alliance(if any): None Powers and Abilities: Loki is a sorcerer, specializing in all kinds of magic and potions. His most prized skill would be transforming into others, to take on their likeness as his own. Extra Details(if any):

I think it should be quite alright here. . Welcome to the site! I do hope that you enjoy it here. We have a few members who are roleplayers, myself included, though this forum is admittedly rather slow at present. It'll be great to have some more RPers enter the fray, especially vets such as yourself. I think a lot of the old RPers retired and moved on with their lives, sadly, though there are still a group of us that enjoy it. Personally I enjoy original worlds and storylines, as well as a good structured RP. One that has sufficient planning to make it last is highly favorable to me. In terms of themes, I enjoy a wide variety, though fantasy of any sort is always up my alley. I have never participated in a D&D RP nor worked with a particular set of rules, but it sounds interesting and I may be willing to give it a shot. Good luck, happy roleplaying, and I look forward to seeing you around!

If you'd rather not have the Tick I can go with a different character instead. I'll try to get my sheet together tomorrow. A

Love the username. Are you a Fullmetal Alchemist fan?

--King Alderon -- Raiden's Villa-- The human king turned, surprised at Bherna's approach, and, most especially, her words. A frown creased his brow. "What is it that you suppose I should know?" he asked concernedly. "I do not see any reason for you to seek forgiveness, child, as none of what has transpired is a fault of yours." It pained him to receive apologies for the loss of his world and daughter, and he couldn't help but feel slightly agitated by it. Even still, he tried to retain his composure and refrain from expressing his irritation. Bherna was not to blame, and taking his anger out on the prince's daughter would help no one. He eyed the book skeptically, puzzling over what it could be that Bherna found that he felt he should know. Did it concern his daughter somehow? --Athena Niles -- Raiden's Rooftop -- It came as a surprise when she was told that they had no affiliation with Yevgeni Malachite. Athena brought her gaze to the ground, expression unreadable. "Forgive me, Noble Judge, but are you certain that we are speaking of the same Yev? He did not tell me that he was the regent of the kingdom, and didn't particularly seem to be a man of power." In a smaller voice she added, "He just seemed like he wanted to help me, and was rather kind. None of my captives treated me with such." The redhead tilted her head, bemused by Rufus' curious demeanor. She couldn't tell whether he was positively mad or simply trying to be funny, though she assumed the former. Being locked away in a lamp must've taken its toll on the man, and she felt partly sorry for him. It pained her to hear that there was no feasible way to restore their world, but she wasn't particularly surprised. Such a feat would indeed require mass amounts of power and skill, something she felt that no one could possess. the djinni had mentioned the possibility of time travel to repair the situation, though seemed rather disinclined toward that notion. Athena was, too, though she was still skeptical about the wish being proffered. "Is it . . . really okay if I were to wish myself out of this form? Truly?" She shot a glance at the elf before turning back to Rufus, his lamp still within her pallid hands. It felt too good to be true, and yet she felt guilty to wish for something so selfish when there were others that were suffering so greatly. "Then, if it is so: Great Djinni, I wish for you to return me to my human form, please." She wasn't sure if the wish had to be a formal request, but she made it sound like one regardless. --Yevgeni Malachite and Elia Cabret -- Kilkis Seres-- Their meeting was going from interesting, to bad, to worse rather quickly, causing quite the unsettlement to fall upon the regent's shoulders. He was not liking the direction in which their meeting was going, chiefly when Nergal decided to step into their conversation. It annoyed the elf highly. He was not invited, and what gave him to right to speak to him in such a manner? Yevgeni placed both palms on the table and rose from his seat, shoulders curved inward as he brought his gaze to meet Nergal's. "Do not forget your place, Nergal," he warned, tone cold. "While I respect you and consider you a friend, I will not be spoken to in such a manner. If you have unsettlement with me let us discuss it later, privately. Henry and Elia do not need to hear all of this coming from you. They had simple business and will be on their way." It greatly upset him that Nergal had the audacity to speak against him, against them both, as well as reveal his true nature to the Dreadnaught. In doing such he affirmed Henry's accusation to be true, which did not paint a fine picture to either of his guests nor did it bode well with his future. "Henry"--Yevgeni's tone softened, emerald eyes flickering over to the likeminded human--"You have a good head on your shoulders, and I respect that. However, Nergal is partially right: you do not understand the depths of my motives. However, I can give you my word--for what it's worth--that I will only do what I think is best for my people. At the end of the day I am but King Alexander's will, with no true desire for glory or power. What I have done has been with the people's best interests in mind. I do not deny that it is unfair, but I must ask: what other choice did I have?" "Lots," piped Elia for the first time. She sat rigid in her seat, fists clenched tightly along her sides. She fixated Yev with a penetrating glare. "You are a fraud. You offer pretty words, but all of you want is praise and glory. Well, I'll make sure that the people know about all of this! Just you wait and see how a kingdom will want to follow you after they learn of the treasonous acts that you've committed. Why, you're evil incarnate itself!" She practically shrieked her last statement, to which Yevgeni remained standing, unmoved by her reaction. The fairy bounded up and made a motion to the door, though hadn't yet left when Yevgeni said: "I understand your distaste for me, Elia, and I understand that it will never cease no matter how many ways I try to make amends." Yevgeni straightened. "This meeting is over. I have other matters to see to. Good day to you all." (Sorry, Scrap; I wanted to delve further into their discussion, but for advancement's sake that I should cut their meeting short.)

I don't know how she was able to keep her eyes open through all of that! It was quite impressive, though.

I think Sora's Baby is planning to have Aqua approach Eclaire at the gates. Beyond that, I'm not sure, unless she is to do some eavesdropping on the meeting. Everyone is gearing to head to Isopolis, so it is coming soon! Probably once the discussion with Yev and Henry commences, which will probably be in a couple of posts.

Much, thank you. I will work on a character sheet sometime today when I'm near a computer (and also when it's not 3 AM ). I do have a question, however: I know that they aren't Marvel, but I was wondering if you would accept characters from The Tick?

I think what Awesome Sauce is wondering, which I too was wondering, is whether you have a story planned for this, as you didn't provide much of one in the sign ups. Often times when there's no story mentioned the RP lacks direction and kind of dies, something that most people try to avoid. I too would be interested in knowing more of a premise, as this doesn't really cover much.

Yeah, I think it's just that it's older now and there's nothing happening in the fandom to keep it alive, I'm afraid. It's a great game.

I like it and play it on occasion.

I may give it a shot. It sounds like it could be interesting.

One does not simply "kill" a character in Kingdom Hearts, I'm afraid. . Which bothers me as well, to be honest. I understand the concept, but it's taking the gravity away from every emotional situation.

It's just so hard for me to get over the fact that the N64 is old enough for a classic now. I so clearly remember when it first came out!

Do you like cranberry sauce with your shrimp?