Ragnarok RP sign up: Let's try this AGAIN...
 

*Ahem* Let's try this again...

"The winds of fate are blowing through the realm of Midgard. Ragnarok, the prophesized fall of the gods, is at hand, and the age of man is set to begin. But the ancient gods are not about to resign themselves to fate..."

Ragnarok...

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That's right everyone! A new CelesJessa RP! (what am I doing making a new RP? I must be crazy!) I've been planning a few RPs for AWHILE now... but I just thought of this one not too long ago.... so... I hope it works out alright!

Anyhoo! To the RP!

As you might be able to guess by it's title, Ragnarok is going to be about the end of the world, and contain a lot of norse mythology. (which I will probably get wrong, so sue me. ^^;; heh.

The realm where this is taking place is Midgard. As the RP is beginning, we are hunting the evil Face Worm*. You don't have to be in the main party when it starts out, but by the end of the first chapter, I want us all to be together.

*Face worm: Monsterous creatures that inhabit remote areas of Midgard. They are named "Face worms" because their heads look like human faces. What appear to be their eyes are actually their mouths. There is a 5,000 Zeny (currency) reward for the Mother Face Worm in the area.

Much MUCH more will happen after that, but you'll just have to find out as you go along!

Character Sign Up Sheet!

Name: (Self Explanitory)
Age: (Also self explanitory)
Appearance: (What your character looks like)
Class: (What your character does. The classes are basically any class that would be seen in a fantasy RP.)
Equiptment: (What your character has with them, includes weapons, armor, items, and such. If there's anything weird, make a description ofwhat it does too.)
Bio: (Your character's biography, include what they are doing and their purpose at the beginning of the RP.)*
Quote: (Just for fun, as if we use these anyway.)
Extra Notes: (Anything else you want to include about your character)


*NOTE: If you are originally with the group out hunting the Face Worms in the very beginning instead of just running into them or whatever, you came from the kingdom/city of Fayon. Fayon doesn't have to be your HOMETOWN, but that's where the little group who are hunting the Face Worm came from. You are travelling with the heir to the Fayon and helping her train to become a great and powerful leader like her father.



Something that doesn't happen a lot in my RPs is that there will be quite a few NPCs. the Heir to Fayon is one of them, but she will act as my character until my real character comes into the picture. (my character is meeting up with the group late)

Also, in leu of having a bunch of NPCs, there are going to be quite a few "side-stories" every now and then, to tell you what the heck is going on with some of these NPCs and Villains that you will undoubtedly run into sooner or later.

Alright. I think that's it.... May the signing up commence! If I forgot anything, I'll add it in later, and feel free to ask questions.

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And for once, I have my character already thought up:

Name: Fenris Fenrir
Age: 18
Appearance: *see picture*
Class: Dark/Black Mage (pretty much a black mage, but can also use blood to summon magic. Some of her more powerful spells require a chant to cast. She has a wide variety of spells, mostly black spells, but she has a few "protection" spells. (no white magic though)
Equiptment: Psychic Medallion: Magic compass which leads its bearer to whatever he/she most desires.
-Weapons: Laevatein, rod of destruction: extends to staff on command, Dagger.
-Armor: *see appearance*
Bio: Fenris searches the land for "Balder's Chosen" so that they can prevent gods and demons from taking control of Midgard... and to stop Freya, who is on the move again after her last uprising 1000 years ago. Fenris acts as a guide for the chosen ones.
Quote: "Ghosts of Valhalla, warriors of order... raise your sheilds, raise them strong... Protect us from evil, protect us from wrong!" (One of her more... cheesier spell chants at the moment. heh)
Extra Notes: Fenris is mostly interested in her destiny and the destiny of the other chosen. She rarely goofs around and tries to keep the group from straying.


So that's basically my character.

So feel free to sign up and ask any questions you have about the RP thus far! (wow, I think this is the longest sign up I've written! ^^;; )

(I have to go to a band concert right now, so I'll answer and questions and looks at bios when I get back. ^^ heh Wish me luck, I have a solo.)

Well, I hope this goes well. ^^ Heh. *crosses fingers* but if it doesn't... oh well!

EDIT: I will post a picture of my character later. It's giving me troubles to attach it, and I'm going to be running late for the concert if I don't get going. remind me when I get back to post a picture of my character.

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EDIT AFTER POSTING NEW THREAD:

I don't know what happened in that thread, and I don't want to know, let's not let it happen again. (from what I understand, looking through that thread would probably scar me for life... if I haven't been already... which would result in unhappiness for all.)

Let's do this AGAIN... And If you've already signed up, just copy and paste your original bio into this thread.

Well, I'll try to lay off the Mad Viking Style, but I can't say the same for the others... Note that this may change as I go along...

Name: Chaos

Age: Twenty-something.

Appearance: See picture. Precisely the same thign applies.

Class: Swordsman

Equipment: Vision, Sword of Destruction. Resembles a very long katana.

Bio: Not much is known about Chaos' past, not even to him, given that he is an amnesiac. In his own words, "It's as though I was suddenly spit out of the sky with a sword in my hands." For the past two years, he's been doing the only thing he knows how to do - hunt Face Worms. The techniques he uses instinctively baffle him at times, but given that he can't remember much about them, he just shrugs and carries on with what he does know.

Quote: (Can't think of anything good yet)

Extra Notes: Chaos is a very relaxed and happy-go-lucky fellow, rather the opposite of Fenris, though he can be pushed to work hard at times. He has good synergy with mages, who can infuse his blade with a spell and trust him to deliver it.

SS -


Name: Kal Angarion
Age: 17
Appearance: He wears an all black shirt, and matching pants, with white along the cuffs and along the zipper. Over that is a red trenchcoat with hoody hood, and the sign of Alchemy on the back. Blond, naturally spiky, and he has a very long pony-tail. Almost always smiling. A bit short however.
Class: Alchemist
Equiptment: Weapons and Armour? Absolutely nothing. However, he has a golden chain he carries around his neck, some chalk, a book that contains various compositions and what chemicals are in them, a pendant, and his metal that marks him as a fully qualified Alchemist. It also serves to amplify his alchemy.
Bio: Kal's father was a military enrolled Alchemist. He was the definition of broken soldier. Years of psychological trauma, and him beating the odds without ever showing stress turned him into an instable ball of rage. Few ever knew it however. Eventually, his father just snapped. What happened has been turned into a myth about him, as people prefer to think the famous Enger Angarion died honorably in combat. Kal is his son, and trapped in the man's shadow. After hearing what his dad did when he snapped, he vowed to himself that he would never be that bad. That he would never descend to that level. He had been trained in Alchemy from an early age, and was already very good with it when his father died. Without waiting, he took the test to be qualified. The 16 year old passed something that only 30 year olds took.

His life went downhill from there. He went around using his Alchemy to help people, and generally enjoyed life. But it hit the point that his life turned against him. Loved ones started dying, he was found unable to help, and various other things. Every time something like that happened, he always remembered one time his father had told him that he as flawed when judging him.

Following that, people learned abuot who his father was. Though the happy-go-lucky boy will never show it, he's a very unstable person. After training with a variety of weapons, and practicing Alchemy, he desperately tried to show everyone that he was worthy of his father's name. But time blows stories out of proportion. The one thing he began to hate the most was when people told him, "Not as good as your father"
Quote: DID YOU SAY SHORT PERSON WHO YOU HAVE TO LOOK FOR SO YOU DON'T STEP ON HIM!?
Extra Notes: Kal is the person that's always there to back you up. He's the one that deals with emotional trauma. He's the quinsential helpful guy, but is very unstable inside. All it would take would be for something to hit him deep emotionally, and it would be his father all over again.


Jadguy -

Name: Methusaleh Thorson
Age: 135
Appearance: An old man with a long white beard.
Class: Red Wizard
Equiptment: An Ancient staff carved from a branch of the world tree, leather armor, a book of grimmoire, several charms.
Bio: 70 years ago, Meth was the man. He still is a very powerful mage, but he's old and senile now, very old and very senile. He is the son of Thor though, albeit he and his dad arn't on speaking terms right now.
Quote: I'm cold and the Wolf as Asgard is after me.
Extra Notes: In my day we used to have Golems as pets, it was the fashion at the time.



Krylo -

Name: Darilk Nargoltar
Age: 25
Appearance: See the attached picture. His shoulders are a bit broader than that/his body is a bit thicker. It's something Ren drew awhile back, one of the first males she drew. She, however, did the face and hair beautifully. Also, the cape you can barely see there has a rose embroidered in black, wrapped around a sword on it.
Class: Black Knight
Equipment: A bastard sword with a wickedly serrated blade, a blood red cape, and a suit of pure black plate mail with spikes/sharp pointy thingies at the shoulders, elbows, and on the gauntlets.
Bio(I'm lazy, so I'm just replacing demon from the original with face worm. Check it out.):
When Darilk was still a child, five years old to be precise, his home--a small farm outside a mile from the nearest city--was attacked by face worms. They ripped his family apart. His father and two older brothers tried to hold them off while his mother escaped with him and his younger sister. The men didn't last long with their pitchforks and sickles, before the face worms dismembered and ate them. Darilk could see it from his mother's arms, and was shocked by the violence, and unable to tear his eyes from the scene. His mother made it out to her flower garden, where she grew white flowers, before the face worms leaped from the ground, landing upon her. As her limbs fell to the ground and bled, the roses began to change color, slowly twinging themselves pink, and then Red. He fell to the ground and looked on as the roses changed due to the blood spilt upon them for hours as a group of paladins saved his life by slaying the beasts. His shocked mind didn't register that his family was dead, only that the blood of his loved ones turned the roses red, and that they became more beautiful.
The paladins, after slaying the beasts, took him and his sister to the monestary which had taught him their ways, and his sister was trained as a white mage, as he was trained to be a paladin. Darilk excelled in the combat aspects, but he was broken inside. Paladins, like white mages, draw on the light in their souls to use their holy magics, but Darilk's light had been all but extinguished with the death of his family. At seventeen as he tried to focus his soul into a holy attack, instead a unholy swath of darkness leaped from his blade and destroyed his sparring partner. The paladins met and set forth plans to execute him, for the rage, depression, and hate within him were powerful, which led to powerful attacks, and, furthermore, it could not be quelled to create a paladin, as they once thought it could be. Darilk was destined to become a black knight, and the paladins couldn't let him survive. Luckily, although he didn't see it that way, the murder of one of his comrades had caused the others to hate and fear him. He released his anger once more, killing the 'leader' of those who chose to assault him, and then left the place.
Darilk's time with the paladins has instilled a code of honor within him, but the loss of his loved ones had buried his lighter emotions in a sea of hate as well as giving him his morbid fascination with flowers. He has travelled from place to place since then, hunting face worms in a vain attempt to reconcile the rage within his soul. That is how, when he came upon the kingdom of Fayon and fell in with a certain group of face worm hunters.
Quote: A rose is beautiful because it drinks the blood of its admirers.
Extra Notes: Darilk doesn't like you. No really, he just doesn't. Also, his abilities are as follows (Celes gets to pull anything she wants. I'm thinking one of them might poof):
-Dark Wave: A wave of dark energy extends from his sword exploding upon impact.
-Blood Sword: Darilk pierces an enemy with his sword, and their life force is transmuted into him, killing them much like the villain in Indian Jones and the last crusade, while healing him.
-Spirit Sword: Like Blood Sword, except it drains magical energies into Darilk. Normally it has no ill effect upon the recipient (other than the hole where they were stabbed), but if sustained long enough (a few hours for most people, longer for a fully rested mage, shorter for a mage that has expended all their energy) can literally remove their soul.
-Dark Light: His sword emits an unholy dark 'light', which, when seen by his enemies, causes insanity.
-Pretty Pretty Knight Stare Down: He has the ability to stare down nearly anyone with his cold souless eyes. Not so much a true ability, but pretty freaky.


http://www.nuklearforums.com/attac...ntid=1507&stc=1

Thanks IHMN.

Even if you didn't do all the pretty bolding that I like.

Also: Celes, if you give SS a mechanical arm, like he's been babbling about, I want laser guns... and a jet pack.

Damn...I go to sleep for a few hours, and look, new RP and about ten pages in it already!

Name: Troy Regalo
Age: Eighteen...ish
Appearance: 5'8", he's a brunette with blue eyes and long spiky hair. He wears a blue shirt with longsleeves, black pants, and a bandanna.
Class: Shield Bearer
Equiptment:
Goddess Shield - Attached to his right arm is an enchanted golden shield, shaped like a typical medieval shield. Said to be unbreakable, the bearer can also chant a spell to increase or decrease it's size, or even change it's shape.
While the shield holds terrible energies within, no normal person can tap into a large amount of it; in fact, the shield continuously takes a small amount of energy from the person wielding it, and once attached it cannot be removed.
One major downside is that with every hit the shield takes and every action the user does with the shield drains him a little bit more; and he feels the pain of any strikes against the shield.
Normally, Truce keeps the shield down to a size that it merely appears to be a armband or bracelette.
Bio: When he was born he had been given the title of "Bearer of the Shield" by his village's elder, Redael, a title that was only given to those prophesized to be a protector of the weak. However, being indecisive and afraid, he does not appear to be any kind of hero, which he never saw himself as in the first place.
Being the Shield Bearer, he had been trained by the Redael to become a warrior worthy of the title, and in those countless days he never could meet everyone's expectations. Even Redael had become doubtful, but it was too late to give the shield to someone else. Once it has attached to someone it would stay attached, until the bearer dies.
One day, a couple years ago to be exact, a girl around his age showed up and, upon seeing the shield on Troy's right arm, demanded that he give it to her. When he showed he could not he was challenged to a duel to the death.
It wasn't like he could refuse; she would kill him anyway and the villagers had decided that if he could not stand against her it would only bring more trouble to them to have a weakling have it.
So, the battle commenced, and the girl immediately cast a spell that literally blew him away; a wind spell that sent him crashing through a wall that fell onto him shortly after.
It continued like that, with the girl chanting more and more powerful spells such as fireballs and lightning bolts. Luckily, Truce managed to dodge and block most of them. However, when the girl got impatient she summoned up a black orb of destruction and sent it flying his way. He barely had time to react, the only thing he could do was raise his arms in defense and pray that he would survive.
Somehow, he managed to do just that. A second before the orb had struck him the shield flashed brightly and "reflected" it back to the girl.
The next day he ran away from the village.
Quote: "I can't take it anymore. Screw the prophesy, screw the village, screw you old man! I just can't take it anymore..."
Extra Notes:
Spells - During Redael's training, he was taught to use items to focus and release spells with, making it less stressful on one's self and quicker chanting times. During the years he's been running, he's perfected the technique (though not the individual spells) and is more capable at defending himself from others.
Runic - A spell used with the shield that basically makes him a magic lightning rod. He may not absorb the spells, but the shield offers some protection.
Shock - Any pain that has been inflicted on him he chooses to inflict the enemy. Considering that he's a designated meat shield of the group, that can be very powerful.
Elemental - The usual stuff, he casts lightning bolts, fireballs, and giant snowballs at the enemy.

CJ - If there are too many people at one time, I would be okay with just waiting a while. Also...I hope the shield isn't a bit too much.

And I want my suit of Robotic armor! I was the first person to say it was a bad idea anyway...

1) krylo wanted Celes to look at his spells and adjust as needed.

2) Isn't there a slight problem with Jad's guy being the son of a god?

3) Ecurt's character, he is apparently a mage with a shield stuck to him?

Name: Methusaleh Thorson
Age: 135
Appearance: An old man with a long white beard.
Class: Red Wizard
Equiptment: An Ancient staff carved from a branch of the world tree, leather armor, a book of grimmoire, several charms.
Bio: 70 years ago, Meth was the man. He slew dragon's for fun. Battled trolls for profit. He made magic rings as trinkets. He held the raw power of the Aesir in his mortal frame. Then he got old. He still is a very powerful mage, but he's old and senile now, very old and very senile. He is a braggart, a lech, and a first rate drunk. Just don't piss him off or he might remember a really nasty curse and turn you into something awful.
Quote: I'm cold and the Wolf of Asgard is after me!
Extra Notes: In my day we used to have golems as pets, it was the fashion at the time. My golem was made of pure gold. I got the gold by slaying dragons. Dragon slaying is a nast business. That's how I got this scar on my shoulder. It's a funny story. My team and I had just caught some wild turkeys. I know this really awsome recipe for sauted turkey liver. It's sauted with garlic and onions. I also like sauted mushrooms. Funny thing about mushrooms is if you pick the wrong ones you can see all kinds of wierd things, like pink elephants. I saw a purple elephant once, but never a pink one. I saw the purple one at the fair. I had went to the fair riding my gold golem. We used to have golems as pets, it was the fasion at the time...

Alright. I have my critiques on the characters thus far. Look for your name!

Dante: If you're going to be a full-fledged twin of Chaos, replace "Sword of Destruction" with "Enchanted Sword". ^^ Also: is he with the group from Fayon that is hunting face-worms, or is he hunting them on his own and will run into the group?

SS: Looks pretty good.

JAD: Do any of your charms do anything? Son of Thor? You mean, as in, the GOD Thor? No no no, I don't want any people having relations with the gods at this moment in time.

Krylo: No spirit stealing. No "dark light" I don't want to be too much like Call of Cthulthu with the insanity. Other than that, it looks alright.

Ecurt: What's the point in having a sheild when you can feel the strikes against the sheild. ^^ heh. And how drastic of changes for the sheild are we talking about? Like, it can mold around your body? Make a huge wall?

Also ALL of your, are you with the group from Fayon or are you going to run into them during the first chapter?

These critiques are liable to change if you can convince me that they are okay, and if somebody else sees something that is wrong with, ask about it, and I'll go over that part of the character again.