The Warring States of NPF

(OOC: This is an old RP that I've posted in many places before. Please join and have fun ^_^)

The Planet- Forseti:

The planets beginning has never been fully understood by any of the beings in Forseti�s past and has still not been discovered. No one truly knows how it began or how life began on it, though many theories have been developed through time. Evolution is one of the main theories. Most others are more religious and their believers can easily be offended. There is, of course, the specific group that cares not of what has happened or what, for that matter, will happen. They are unreligious. In its current state, the planet is inhabited by six different races. There is the basic and most populated, human race most well known as the Humme. A reptilian race, the Draken. An amphibious race known as the Ammfros. The pure race, Siff. The naturistic race, Aerris. The race of strength and intelligence, Gefjjon. The last race is one that does not reside directly on the earth. They are the holy race of Angels.

Humme- Typical humans. They are most ignorant and careless. They are discriminated greatly by most others. They have the unique ability to imunate themselves from most types of dangers. They are also the most populated and productive and second swiftest to reach the mature stage of life, though they have the shortest life span.

Draken- They have many and most characteristics of reptiles, except for the fact that they speak and walk on two legs. They are typically found in warm areas like deserts are tropical regions. They can go for weeks without drinking water and have skin as hard as steel, some say. Though their eyesight is typically bad, they can sense temperature changes and have an amazing sense of smell. They�re greatest weakness is just about anything that associates with the cold element.

Ammfros- Typically, their skin is silky and smooth and comes in many colors. They love wet areas and mostly reside in caves or tropical areas. Too much heat can dry their skin.. this is considered a great sickness and could reap death to any with it. This race is one of the most physically strongest and are great fighters. Even though they are cold blooded they can survive in temperatures of extreme cold. Their ability to generate small amounts of heat lets them melt ice to moisten their skin or for drinking water.

Siff- This race can live in many types of environments and appear much like humansm with the exception of great beauty and long ears. Their extreme ability of self control allows them to put together great armies and governments. They are the slowest producers but they grow to live thousands and thousands of years. Killing a young man or a child is worthy of the greatest punishment in this race. Another typical characteristic of this race is the ability to learn large skills in short periods of time. Anyone who picks a fight with this peaceful race is surely asking for pain and death.

Aerris- Aerris are a mystical race that live in enchanted and concealed areas. They are the most holy next to angels and know the planet and its feelings well. Their main ability is powerful magic. They have the ability to summon magic from any area in any situation and know the best ways to but it to good use. The area they are born in is the area they will be attached to for the rest of their life. They can also blend in and merge with the environment they grew up in. They mostly appear to be Humme or Siff-like but they may take form of something that surrounds them (if their in their own environment.) A good characteristic to tell them from the other races is their eyes. Their eye color is always green or autumn-orange (sometimes a mix) and glows brightly. Most people believe that, since they conceal themselves so much, that they are dead or re-born spirits, hiding from the other races. They supposedly envy the living and plan to bring them all down to death. In truth they fear war and are extremely peaceful by themselves. Their only true defenses are hiding, camouflage, and magic.

Gefjjon- The people in this race are half the size of most other races, though their muscle and strength is overabundant and gives them the ability to produce quality weapons by hand. They are very intelligent and have invented many machines and tools. Technology follows them as well. They control futuristic projectile weapons. Close range weapons are always equipped with something more than a blade. Some believe that they know the secrets and history of the planet, which they have discovered through their technology.

Angels- The angels are rarely seen and are seldom known to exist. They only make real appearances when a great crisis occurs. Angles don�t reside directly on the planet. The skies are their choice. Discovery of their existence is unlikely, here. Their cities are so high that the air is too thin for any Forsetii (the word �Forsetii� would be like the word �earthling�) to possibly survive on. Over that, their cities are surrounded by thick thunder clouds/storms that make them invisible from the planet. They oversee all and try to prevent the Forsetii from destroying themselves or the planet, itself. They have the abilities to prophesize, read minds, control weather, and they have the best judgment of all races� but they, still, are not fully perfect. (OOC: You may not be an Angel.)

Fiends/Wildlife- Forseti is sprinkled with many, many different species of animals. Most are large and dangerous, even though they may be beautiful to the eye. The strongest among these are the race of Dragons. They are very logical and extremely powerful. (OOC: You may not be a dragon.) They are considered animals because they may often be reckless and do not speak any form of language. There are a group of people that believe they should be treated more decently because they have great knowledge and an awesome sense of value and life.

Geography:

The planet is split into three main continents. The bottom one is mostly tropical and contains lots of Draken and Amfross. The one on the east of the map is the largest and extends for north. It has lots of forest and most of every other kind of other environment. The third continent is the smallest and it�s shaped somewhat like a fat heart. Few beings, if any, live in this continent. It is said to be the death area of the world. Many wars have been fought here, in the past. In between all the continents is a chain of large islands. In the center of the chain is the largest, which is shaped like a dragons tooth. Many myths and historic stories take place, here. Some may be true� or not. There are many other miscellaneous isles around that planet that hold cities or kingdoms. The whether is often good but can always change. Hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, volcanoes and all sorts of other natural disasters can occur but seldom do.

Historical Events:

The first historically recorded war could have possibly been the worst.. or the best, depending on your view of it. It was the only war that involved five races and its cause was greed and self-interest. Every race, with the exceptions of Aerris, Dragons and Angels, fought at the battlefield of time. (the gray heart shaped continent) which used to be one of the most fertile areas on Forseti. Beings had not acquired much knowledge of magic or technology by this point in time. (They lived most like indians, except with boats.) As the years passed, the war became more fierce and spread to the end of Forseti, perhaps deeper, still. As one race took lead the others were forced to come up with ideas to bring their enemies back down to the depression. This is the period when magic and technology began to develop. As the years continued (OOC: I�m talkin� like thousands of years at a time.) to pass the advances in technology, wisdom, and science seemed unreal. Large spells, uncontrollable to forsetii, were cast.. they wiped out cities of innocent people. Even the ones that weren�t involved. Weapons and skills were enhanced to a mighty extent. No one was safe at this time. Soon weapons with the power to destroy billions of people at once were developed and created. Ultimate weapons, they were called. At least one within every race that was involved in the war. As these weapons were summoned the Angels appeared from the skies. Even they were amazed at the feats accomplished by the forsetii. These weapons, after examination, were found to be too dangerous or too powerful to destroy. They had not even a clue how the forsetii were able to put something so complex together, let alone comprehend it. In their cities, the Angels debated on what to do with them. They agreed that concealing the weapons would offer the best results� until a way was found to dispose of them safely. The angels cast meteors from the skies down to Forseti� For one, the deaths and sorrow that would occur acted as a punishment to the Forsetii for their foolishness and carelessness. Two, a distraction was needed to let the Angels hide the weapons. From the skies to the core of Forseti the five weapons of mass destruction were hidden and sealed to, hopefully, be forever forgotten. Afterward, the story of these weapons, to the Angels satisfaction, are believed to be tall tales, or not known of at all. Anyone who has ever attempted to search for any of these weapons were considered fools and looked down upon. None have succeded.

In the current time, the same five races are only having minor quarrels but all is well otherwise. Life continues on and trade is made. The battlefield of time is not inhabited by any kingdoms or civilization, and no one is allowed to settle there. It is considered a sacred area. Whenever one group tries to, the others will attack until it is forced to retreat.

(OOC: I deleted all the rest, this is too much to read. I�ll go on with something more important BTW I�m not full of too many names, so if you wanna refer to an ancient king or leader, go ahead and put the name in. If I catch it. I�ll put it under a �Historical Names� category..

Basically, you guys.. the members of the RP will develop a stroyline that has something to do with one of the ultimate weapons or one of the sacred lands. Besides that, just about anything goes� (Except for serious physical mutations (wings, tail�etc.))

Historical Names:

Battlefield of Time- Smallest of the three main continents. Many wars have been held, here. It is now a barren land and it is full of the spirits of all the deceased, here. Uninhabited.

Dragons-tooth Isle- Many have ventured here and few have returned. Many stories have been told.. are they true? What lies here that so many are lost?

My Profile:

Ragnarok
Name: Ragnarok, Ragn
Age: 32
Religion: No specific belief.
Gender: Male (Duh...)
Status: Captain of the Zanmato (named after the Legendary Sword he hopes to someday acquire.) Warrior.
Race: Humme
Weapon: Katana.
Talents: Ragn knows and understands most forms of basic and some forms of advanced magic. He is a little slow in this area.
Description: Ragn wears a typical pair of shoulder plates (They have the same imprint as the Zanmato does) along with a long cape. He wears a heavy baggy pair of pants that may have lose belts hanging and many cargo pockets. (For storage, of course.) His shirt is a basic tunic. He sometimes wears a bandana around his head to keep his hair above his eyes or the sweat from his face. His katana will be found tucked on the left or rear side of his belt. His belt normally consists of a leather strap wrapped in impermeable cloth.

Ragn is of medium build and can reach high velocities when needed. The swiftness he can obtain with his sword-in battle- can be stunning towards his opponents. His eyes are deep green and have an enchanting gleam. Ragn is an extraordinary leader whom is looked up to and respected by most who know him- adversaries and allies, alike. Ragn is also well knows to be very emotional but he can hide it.

History:

As far as I can remember� there were never parents in my life. I don�t remember a father or a mother, not even the feeling of having someone some one around.. no family. Age five is probably the deepest past I can bring back to mind. I wandered the streets of a particularly large village, assumed I was born there, though no one seemed to know where or who I came from. Many of the travelers who passed by along with the villagers came to know me quite well as Ragnarok. Every day I slept and woke up at the same spot in the grave-yard under a large and strong oak-tree. I remember�one day around the age of seven, It was the first time I had ever been to a bar. The man who invited me was a wealthy mercenary, probably around forty years of age. He was very muscular and had a bold appearance. He had the most powerful face that I had ever seen. A leader if I had ever known one. The valuable armor he wore and the huge sword he carried were most likely trophies of war. With all this, a mind of great intelligence, and a heart of gold I was inspired to great lengths. I wanted to someday exceed his qualities. In the bar where many people. There was lots of music, dancing and cheering. All was well. Night after night I came back, even after the mercenary had left. These people I knew.. they became a kind of family to me. Someone to replace my parents. Just about every night someone would order me a meal in exchange for some crazy act, from eating worms to whipping the dresses off of women. My favorite part of it all, aside from all the attention, were the stories that were brought in from the travelers. Stories of places far, far away. They had magic and dragons and all sorts of creatures that were so different from myself. Treasure, too. I eventually became eager to go out and find some of these people and places. I wanted to discover new things and became like the men in the legends. And, most of all, I wanted to exceed the perfection of the mercenary that came into town that day� if only�. if only I could remember his name.

Beyond this point in his life, Ragn set out to fulfill his yearning for adventure and discovery. His battle spirit had matured as he did. This is what led him to develop the great ability he has now. The ability to fight. Combat skills, along with battle strategy are one of his tops. What brought him into the fights..? His need to seek the mercenary had had once met. He figured that he might find a mercenary in a battle, right? He wanted, first of all, to test his abilities, and second.. to meet once again the man that he had all the qualities he imagined his own father to have. Eventually Ragn became well known to many by his battle tales which were sometimes blown a bit out of proportion. His horizons were almost fully broadened by the time he was sixteen. Good deeds to the people had become one of his main objectives. He was sort of a mercenary, but not always hunting, or fighting. Soon, the armies of the races would seek his abilities. Bribery was the most largely used tactics to acquire the services of the young warrior, Ragn. He did not want to side with anyone, though. He would be, and still is, free to choose who we wants to help. Over the years he has obtained much money through his services. This money mostly went towards an airship-- He wanted to acquire the airship only after he had heard a particular legend� a legend of five weapons with powers beyond armies and armies of men. One of these weapons, a katana, specifically attracted Ragn. It is said to be a beautiful sword called the Zanmato. What is special about the weapon besides the fact that it can slice through steel like hot butter..? It has the power to shift its shape, transform, into many things. His travels would be faster if he had an airship; he would be able to reach people over great distances very quickly. Of course, once he required the airship, he hired a crew to run it. From that point on he continuously traveled though the land, making whatever money he could and doing missions or running errands for people, along the way searching for clues of the Zanmato�s location or the mercenaries whereabouts.

Zanmato�s Crew:

Captain: Ragnarok

First Officer:

Weapons Commander:

Pilot:

Pilot2:

Navigational Pilot:

Engineer:

Engineer2:

[other] Crew Members-

(If you want to, feel free to create your own possition.)

(So, basically you can be part of my crew or have a job on my ship (go ahead and add more jobs if you�d like). You don�t have to be, though.. have fun!)

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The rhythm of Rags footsteps gave awareness of his presence. Most of the crew on deck looked up and saluted as if in a military camp. Though he didn�t demand it fiercely, his crew offered him high respect. Often he would take crap but those who gave it were often un-liked and sometimes excluded. �Ahoy mates! You bunch better be ready because we have a long journey ahead of us! We won�t be taking another rest break like this in a while. Last night, while on brake, I was summoned to a private meeting.� Most of his crewmembers knew he would try what was thought impossible if challenged. He was known to succeed half of the time, too. This time they found it a little bit more shocking. �We�ve been hired to obtain some items for an old crack. He wouldn�t give me his name but when he told me he�d pay twenty mil� for the mission completion I stopped caring.� Random gasps were heard. Others men were too ego-high and pretended not to care, but Rag knew they were all thirsty for more. �Our first objective is to infiltrate a ship of pirates by the name of �Sky-Reapers�-- We�ll call �em the SR for short. Our second is to escape with an item: A small sphere or orb with a magical glow- is the only description I could obtain. We are not to touch it with bare skin under any circumstances. Honestly, the guy didn�t even want me to look at it with my own eyes. Twenty million dollars is a great deal for a mission like this. You should be anxious to get started! What I�ve told you is all the knowledge I house in this shallow head of mine. Lets get a move on� First we�ll have to locate them� the SR.� Rag was just as excited as anyone else. Normally a mission would pay five-thousand to fifteen� but twenty million? And the mission doesn�t seem to be of such a great difficulty. Maybe this treasure is of enormous sentimental value� but twenty-million? It might be some sort of deceit. A trap to capture the famous and infamous crew of the Zanmato. Nah Ragn thought as he retreated to lower deck.