Feel the need to play out fantasies and play with other members on the boards? Come one in! This thread is for us members to chill out and get out our 'monstrous' side and be as evil or as pure as one wishes. You may stick to one main character, or make minor characters to add to the plot and fill in the holes for a story line. Play with all the members, or branch off with another member to create another story. (But it must be similar to the plot to us and can't suddenly be on a spaceship when you were in a forest...)

~Plot~

In the Darkwood are many things, beast and spirits that you may have only seen in your dreams, large and dark lakes, tall trees with black bark and dark leaves, and much magic. The ruler of this land is the Dark Lord, Moriya who wishes to cover the land in darkness. What will you find in the Blackened Wood? Will you find friendship? Adventure? Or death?
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Okay, here is where you make your characters.
This is Tom's template from the rules.

Name:
Age:
Magic Rune:
Side:
Background:
Appearance:
History:

Name: Moriya

Age: Was 42 when human, spirit that lives inside him is as ancient as time and space.

Magic Rune/symbol: A red M with two black vertical lines to the sides, three black horizontal lines on the bottom, a black
triangle pointing down, and a yellow background shaped in a circle.

Side: His own (Palayrian, Sletherian Family Clan)

Background: Half human/half Old One

Appearence: A tall, apposing figure wearing a black cloak, iron boots and gloves, a dark purple mask with three 'horned' tips on the top that hides his entire face except for his mouth which is fanged and yellow toothed, his skin is blood read, and you cannot see his eyes, which only appear as dark holes in the mask.

History: Once one of the King of Kwazar's most trusted men, he began to crave power and was possessed by a Old One spirit in which he became a Poisoned Mouth. He killed the king and became the Dark Lord of the Darkwood. He then began to murder people from around the world and the race of men began to loose all hope. The adopted father of Mordred who taught him the ways of the sword and told him to kill Arthur. The only place that still resisted him was Kwazar, so he sent his army of darkness to destroy the palace and capital in order to seize control of all the land. He was killed by the Sir Victor Jones the I, son of the king during the final battle atop the castle. His spirit remains in the dream realm where he takes warriors to amuse him and to fight him, waiting for the day he can go back to the physical realm.


Feel free to join anytime, I'm bored and want to have some fun in an educated sort of way, all rules apply that Tom has set down on the boards.

Name: Phantom X
Age: 189
Magic Rune: Silver X with black aroung it
Side: The Order of the Phantom
Background: Mage. Was raised by the Phantoms before him. Phantom studied under his father and grew up to become a general in the order. When his father dies in combat, X stepped up and became the new leader of The Order. The Order is now starting to rise into power and will soon be demolished.
Appearance: Avatar

Name:Hito-kiri.
True name: *lost* because of a curse.
Biological Age: 18
Actual age: 4000
Crest:a sihllouet of a warrior wielding twin swords of light and dark.
Side: currently none. depends on his mood.


History:A warrior who came from a world separated from all others, trapped in a dimensional nexus.
He was a great warrior in a world that had nothing  but the fight. a world where each thought was given to the battle,the fight , the kill, and above all honor.
..................................well it should have been, anyway. too bad it never goes the way you want it to.

The world was

a state of strict unspoken laws and heavy punishments. where fortune favored those in power. and the weak suffered. the populace lazy. the ones that worked were closed minded. the ones privillaged lived hedonistic lifestyles that split thier meager fortunes asunder.

where of desire and blood. of lust and fury..... of magic trapped by belief . the mind.where religion was supposed to empower the people against the state, but instead it controled both. and pit them against each other. damming and condemming every thing that threatend it.(sound familiar?)


Son of a warlord, who in his younger years, was known as a great leader, whos charisma and feirocity in battle and connections within the army proved a great asset to all who stood with him and a great threat to those that opposed him and his traitor brother.

~tale of the father~
a family conflict later occured. his family was splt. he lost almost everything, he was torn lost and betrayed...... he then discoverd  some of his old friends were poisoning themselves.

So he threw himself back to his family's
 
 fortunatly he now had more important things to do, than kill everything that moves.
Instead of taking life. he preserved it and nourished it . as he did with his family.  and
with others who served under him still served him.

~tale of the son~(this is my character bio)
As a young boy his life was idyllic at best and chaotic and painful at worst. Surrounded by all th comforts of life he was never found wanting. his desire was  nothing more that to be like the heros of legend.(add to that ALOT of anime' and cartoon heros.)
as a result he was intensely unpredictable in a scuffle....... but way too slow and weak to b a threat.

He was trained from birth. not to fight but to be a leader......... it would be wise to say that despite his genetics and lessons and his ability to make friends rather easily....... he was a failure. at this.

His life was rather eventful as although he was born sickly, he had a warriors spirit.......... but he was also the layziest bastard you'd probably find.

it was like everything he did was meant for greatness.......... only to fall. despite this he had fun........ and quite possibly he was the only one... as his teachers and friends soon grew tired of his endless deams and questions and reckless actions.....

and as stupid this boy's life was he endeared himself to a lot of people and made a general nuisance of him self..........
He had no aspirations save one. he loved some one, from the day of his birth the signs formed through out his life seemed to point that destiny favored thier union...... sadly it went the way of his other endeavors and sank. for she loved another.

and as kind of heart and pure of soul as he, he tried to give her up...... averting his gaze whenever they met, behaving himself. trying to blend in, despite the fact she sent his heart and mind racing and his will disolve ...... just so he wouldn't have to be looked upon by her. (pussy....)

he then came of age....... his sickness struck one last time.
his love, she visited upon him as a friend and anounced that she has promised herself to another...... in an attempt to cheer him up.
Perhaps she knew his secret desire for her and sought to end it. perhaps she relly was just visiting. he would never know

He was devasted and hurt....... she who made him feel the madness and passion of love.............. he cursed himself and his cowardice. his stupidity.... he spent the night contemplating his actions, his life.

for the first time in his life he spent his energy thinking.......... tired, and accepting of the  consequenses of all his actions. that happen to have made thier home in his soul. he threw everthing into the nothingness....
in this nothingness he  achived a deep gnosis...... as  he lay there. unmoving and unheard. his deepest wish was made known to all....of the spirits and nature.

his wish was to be nevermore. his will was still strong though.... all the stagnant magic that the world had built powering the well of nothingness his wish had made...

the two fought. his blazing will, which all the dissapointments he had made light of vs. the well of magic and sorrow and depression that had collected in his world........

against all ods. his screwed up desire to win... did just that..... it won......... but at what cost?

his well of nothingness was not just his anymore. it was his world's. the magic, unrestrained and uncontroled messed with everyting............


Eventually. it reached a conclusion...... the magic, the sorrow, the depression it swallowed everything but the boy....... it then collapsed unto the boy.

the "gods" of this world separated from the rest were both shocked and horrified with this turn of events. the majority wished to stop it. but thier leader. the wisest and oldest. gave them pause and said.

" tis the chance we have asked for.  as our world and our people are within him. we may use this to escape this vile prison! this hollow pace between worlds. away from the rest.

You have seen the worlds affar. where the dominion of others stretch far and wide. We shall find ourselves a home. and we shall create our peoples once again. and this time we shall not fail. we shall not let this monstrosity of a world occur again.
and we shall once again find the fight. the meaning of all of this, the eternal stuggle.


And so it was . the gods stablized the boy. and gave this prison of the world gift upon gift upon gift.
Gift of strength, gift of wisdom, gift of patience, gifts of all kinds, of pain, sorrow and punishment, of hope, light and purity,.
of oppening, of closing, ..............all of these were given to an unworthy last hope of a forgotten parthenon of gods.
and then sent him on his way.


Unfortunatly. his luck was still as farked up as ever...(yep comedy source of destiny.+ powers= one screwed up road trip)
And only a needle point of the gifts could be accesed by the boy/man/demi-god/prison.

And to make matters worse. his name would be taken by the first person who he meet in the first sub-world this boy enters........


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Appearance right now: light grey pair o' cargo shorts, a grey tight muscle shirt, and a pair of rubber slippers.

Black hair, cross-frame birthmark framing eyes, nose and mouth. and eyes that have the same birthmark inside giving him the look of a blind man.

 6,1 semi light medium frame. semi-well muscled. a crew cut that was permitted to grow way too much and now looks like a bowl cut.

High cheekbones, perfectly formed nose......... thats it.


Character done/..........

I've taken the initiative (and the time) Kitsune, to highlight, in bold, the inconsistencies in your description here. Please fix them or at least explain them sufficiently so that they make sense to the more logically and orderly minded psychopaths among us.

Ok, ok. Sheesh, don't get all sensitive. It's not every day you meet a boy named Sue, or a girl named Edward for that matter...

Alright. now that thats  done.......... how about we get started on our charachter's prolouges.........

cause it doesn't look like any one's gonna join in soon.

Here you all go... MY character!

Name: Nightshade
Status: Not known
Age: Uncertain, early to mid-twenties.
Location: No set focal point to correspond with. (See weapons and such in the full bio below, and give it some thought.)
Current Location: Also Unknown
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 290 lbs.

Nightshade

Character Bio:
Born a mortal in the normal way and christened Samuel Hahcheck; Nightshade consistently chooses to do wrong throughout his young life. In his late teens he is wrongly convicted of murdering a girl who refused to go out with him. Labeled as a sociopath with psychotic tendencies, the wrongful conviction burns away the last vestiges of his humanity. Foreswearing all allegiances to any Law, he becomes a truly chaotic person. Following through on whims and committing acts so atrocious that even the Devil himself is sickened.

During what should have been a routine prison transport to a new, more secure camp; Samuel is removed from custody by a group claiming to be demons proud of his service to their cause. Soon after this, he is left to his own devices in an abandoned, burnt out hulk of a church. While scavenging wood for a fire he comes across an ornate ebony box. Contained therein are the gauntlets known as “Satan’s Malevolence”.

Now going by the sobriquet – Nightshade; Samuel is determined to exact justice for himself as well as any and all others for whom Justice turned a blind eye. Even if this means he must kill both God and the Devil to do so.


Satan’s Malevolence



A pair of black and cobalt chain mail gauntlets with solid metal fingertips jointed for movement. Each finger and thumb has a raptor claw style blade in the tip which is razor sharp.

Backstory:

Satan’s Malevolence was created by Satan himself for use in the Mortal Realm. They were meant to be worn by demonic operatives or the mortals who assist them in the Devil’s fight against the light. Lost to mortal hands for nearly a millennia ; they have been found again by someone both willing and able to wield their awesome powers for Darkness.

Information:
The gauntlets can only be worn by a Chaos aligned character and are themselves chaotic in nature. While there is a core group of attributes, additional attributes may or may not manifest with each change of hands. Changing of hands from one player to another does not guarantee that the gauntlets will work for the new owner, they may become inert for the new player, thus rendering them useless to that person. Depending upon the experience level of the wielder of the gauntlets; the wearer may not command the full range of capabilities.

Core Attributes:
Capable of slicing through the fabric of the Realm of Light itself to open doorways to Other Realms – places forgotten to both angels and demons alike. These places are remembered only by God and Satan themselves, and neither speaks much about the home they were banished from.

Capable of slicing through all solid forms of matter with ease. The gauntlets themselves are INDESTRUCTABLE.

Capable of Teleporting a short distance; up to one mile. Player has no control over the distance traveled – the gauntlets themselves decide this aspect. That being said, this aspect like as not will NOT be to the player’s advantage and may in fact be to their DISadvantage.

Disarming:
This is exactly what it sounds like in this case. To disarm a character wearing this weapon, you must remove their hands from their body. The gauntlets fuse to the flesh of the wearer, making it impossible for them to remove them even if they wanted to do so. The only exception to this is in the case of those for whom the gauntlets never manifest any power, instead remaining inert.



Hellsong


A short sword made of an unknown alloy. It is for all appearances a mundane short sword with a seemingly gothic styled handle and metallic sheath. Approximate length is 24 inches. It is an ARTIFACT.

Backstory: History – UNKNOWN.

Information: Currently nothing is known of this artifact.

Core Attributes; N/A

Disarming: No known way to disarm.