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Okay, before I write a backstory, I think I need to explain the theme of this RP. Some are stealth-themed, some revolve around pure enraged violence.

Much like Chinese action films, I want to do a poetic, artistic violence kind of RP. Characters who are larger than life, and fight like they're out of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.

I.E. Bouncing off of water, running on air, all extremely poetic and graceful. This is NOT cutting apart everything in sight, nor is this violently maiming your opposition. Without further ado, the backstory.

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Traditionally, Ailan was once united into a single great nation. It was a great nation, of many races, that thrived and had it's entire populace happy. Even the misshapen, and oversized Ogryn were happy to live their, cultivating their land and farms. Humans, and their slight genetic off-shoot Sumans, were all living in harmony.

Then came the Great Drought, and the age of Strife. King Mikalo oversaw this entire event, and made a great mistake. He chose favorites, aiding their population more than the others. Ogryn turned to barbaric instincts, Sumans resorted to thievery and assasination, and Humans built themselves great weapons of thunder and magic, and charged out to the fields of battle.

Mikalo however, refused to acknowledge this division and kept the wealth in his own land as the others battled for their very survival. With his inaction, wars increased. The land divided into five kingdoms.

Mikalo's land, great economy and great scientific might, but besieged by all sides. The land of humans, where sorcery and science were equally pursued, the land of Sumans where martialistic arts were held above all else and one's worth was determined by their skill with a sword. Against them was the land of the ogres, and a land of unity.

Mikalo however, fed the ogres money to fight alongside him. In one horrible night, all Sumans were killed. With only four kingdoms, Mikalo felt he was in control and began ignoring the ogres once again. Unbeknowst to all however, three Sumans escaped and taught a few humans their arts before they died.

These arts never took root until one day, a young warrior fought through a terrible, tragic, and violent battle. After that battle, the human knew peace instead of rage, and with it became a warrior of unparralelled skill.

He was only one however, and with his last act he told a few masters the secret. Then he died. All four nations subsided into an uneasy peace, and the magically prolonged Mikalo continues to desire an iron rule. Ogres, angry with his rejection, are massing strength so they can storm the land and turn it to a giant butcher show.

This is where the story will begin...

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Long story short, chinese inspired mid-evil. We are humans, and we should all have experienced some great climatic battle. Now, with our new-found peace we see that ignorance has caused this all, and to end this we have two goals.

1) Kill the ogre king

2) Kill Mikalo.

With them gone, a peace can be heralded. So, that's what we're after.

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Weapon: (Okay, I'm not asking you to be diverse. I'm ordering you to be diverse)
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Let's hope for a good influx, shall we?

This looks interesting so i will sign up

Name:kie
Age:28
Sex:male
Weapon: nunchaku
Particular fighting traits:fast, thrusting motions
Quote: purple chicken wing of dooooooom
Bio:he's really fat and fast, and he has wings.

Name Zaion
Age 22
Sex Male
Weapon: Halberd (Picture included) ribbon attached near the blade
Particular fighting traits Great sweeping motions. Makes the ribbon flow wonderfully
Quote (None yet)
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I can't think up a bio right now, and are quotes required?

Name : Thrima
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Weapon: Tai Chi Feu
(The Tai Chi is the traditional chinese sword used in conjunction with martial arts, similar to a rapier in design, Feu is French for fire. Got it figured out yet?) The base of her weapon (just below the hilt) is rought hewn flint.

Fighting traits: She rarely remains in one spot at a time, often parrying and then getting behind her opponent to deal a finishing blow.

A move unique to her fighting style and weapon is using the flint on the base of her sword to light consumables. The lightest scrape of metal to flint on her hilt will cause large sparks to spray in every direction, igniting foliage and consuables close to where she was. Fortunatly her constant movement allows her to *generally* pass outside of the fire. This can work against her if something metallic strikes the base of her hilt accidentally.


Quote: I do not fear death, I only fear that it is male.

Appearance:
Thrima is small and slender, normally wearing a light pink garmet (yakuta style, held up by a sash that doubles as a rope) that seems to flow when she moves, and fall as the rain does when she stopps. He long dark hair is braided into three long locks, falling around her body in long, sweeping motions that seem to flow in rhythem with the graceful movements of her hand, sword, or legs. The sheath for her weapon is concealed between her outer outfit and a more form fitting (serious fight) suit of cloth armour. The black sheath itself holds siguls from a much older civilization, covering around the outside. She relys on speed rather than heavy armour in a fight.

Underneath her outer garmet are also several pockets that hold valuables (some of wich are not hers...).

Bio: Thirima's story begins as an outcast of society. She is thrown out of her family for dishonering both her parents and brothers during a community gathering by talking openly about social problems (beatings) within the family. Young and afraid (eighteen about) she set out to make a living in the four kingdoms.

For two years she wandered from town to town, seeking a place to avoid staring eyes and pointed questions about her family, because she could not find honest living, she was forced to resort to stealing to survive. Often she was forced to flee vigilantees and "Local Enforcment" (a.k.a. thugs).

One night, after a particualily difficult escape, Thirima found a sword lying amoungst the reeds. Filled with a determination to never be forced to steal again, (quickly repented) she swore that she would learn the way of the sword, even if it killed her.

Traveling with the Tai Chi Feu hidden underneath a shawl, she searched for a master who would take a female apprentice, repeatly being tossed from acadamies, dojo's of every style of martial arts (the broad definition, Martial arts= Fighting with your body ^_^, not hand to hand), and refused by masters crossing the remaining four kingdoms.

But one day, she met an old wanderer who refused to train her, insisting that he could only teach one student at a time, not that he has any provisions against female aprentences, only that his current apprentice has to either be defeated, or compleate the last three years of his service. Filled with determination, the fight was joined.

Using wits and agility against the powerful strikes of her opponent, thrima narrowly lost, much closer than any opponent had ever came. And gave the old master a slight pause with something no observer could witness, and allowed her to travel with him, just not as an apprentice.

-Five years of travel-

Having long passed her period of apprenticeship, Thimera is now a notorious sword for hire. Blazingly fast, deadly accurate, and stunningly precise, she is a master of two arts. Swordsmanship, and cooking (don't ask... -.-)

Edit: Two people sign up after I do >.>, and this WAS on page three when I got to it ^^. Just that kinna person... (j/k)

(To start, I don't know of any chinese names. Should I have randomly picked an actual name, awesome. If not, and someone can give a more suitable name, please lemme know)


Name: Sato
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Weapon: Short Twin Swords (Any help naming them?)
Fighting traits: Rapid, spinning slashes. They are usually done while moving in air. Sato loves the feel of jumping upward while doing this, as if he feels gravity pull him from every direction except down.

Appearance: Sato is very tall and very skinny. He is about 5'6" (tall for medieval Chinese), has black hair to his shoulders, and strange green eyes. The eyes don't have any special glimmer to them, rather they look cloudy and as if he is always distracted and distressed, even when he is entirely focused. He wears red baggy/flowy garments. Red, representing the consequences of his foolishness in the past. Baggy/flowy, because they are more showy when combined with acrobatics. His swords are strapped to each side of his pants. If he isn't barefoot, he wears little more than shoddy sandals (Things such as gravity or the laws of physics don't bother him too much).

Quote: To forsake war is to forsake love, to forsake reality is to forsake life; to love again one must fight, to live again one must accept the truth.

Bio: The village was poor due to the local Ogre problem. They had to be given offerings every year, or they would kill the children. Due to both the Ogres and the poor crop turnouts, the village barely had enough to feed itself. What the small mountain village Sato grew up in lacked in food, it made up for in legends, some of which were to entertain, others were to give hope to the starving villagers. One of the more popular legends spoke of a hero that would defeat the Ogres, but nobody was strong enough to take down one, let alone the occupying squadron.

However, one child was so great, she was bound to fight off the Ogres once and for all when the child matured. Both she and her friend, Sato, were fools. In a childish attempt to drive off the Ogres, she and Sato snuck into their camp. The Ogres killed the girl, and threw Sato out, forcing the village to exile him.

Sato learned a valueble lesson that day. Not the kind of lesson that does one any good, but rather the kind that shapes the future. He learned not to get attatched. He was still dedicated to driving out the orcs, but he considered his childhood friend to be dead and gone. He wandered the country, searching for someone who could train him to defeat the Ogre menace. He found dojo after dojo, each claiming he was too full of anger and stupidity to train with a weapon.

He did come across a bitter old man on one of his travels. He bumped into the old man, who, before he even realized it, put Sato face down in the dirt with a sword on each side of his head. The old man saw the young, angry fool would be a perfect student. After several years of training, Sato not only learned the ways of the twin blades, but how to forget reality. Sato was able to dance with his swords, disobeying the laws of physics. His master told him that to complete his training, he must defeat the fool and face his past.

Sato hurried back to his village, only to find the Ogres had done much long term damage. Again, foolishly, he rushed into the Ogre camp. Making a dash and an upward slash, he completely missed his target, and managed to ignite and hurl several chunks of tinder towards the buildings. Due to a series of unexplicable coincidences, the Ogre camp was burned to the ground, killing all the Ogres. The fire spread to the village, annihilating everyone within the closed gates.

Sato learned another important lesson that day. Again, it wasn't such a good one. This time, he learned that fighting would only lead to despair. His master told him that he couldn't teach Sato any more. He kept his swords with him as reminders, but hadn't used them for another 2 years before he met someone who changed everything. She was another fool, just as angry as him. Then they realized who they were. The girl was the one from his village. The Ogres weren't cruel enough to kill children, but they did play horrible tricks on them. They made the two children think the other was killed, while they were cast out.

It took a while, but Sato eventually remembered everything about Kala (again, another name I made up). He realized he didn't lose everything, he was able keep one thing from his past. The two lived for another year in the village before Ogres came by to check on the camp. All the Ogres found was the couple. Kala managed to kill a few of the Ogres, but couldn't take them all. Sato gave up the sword, but still remembered his training. Kala was wounded, but Sato managed to slay the Ogres. As soon as the last Ogre fell, Sato ran over to Kala. She wasn't just wounded. She was dead.

Sato came to a realization. He was forsaken by everything. Love, war, and life. He maintained his sanity, but only by staying in constant meditation. He decided he wanted to love again. He wanted to fight again. He wanted to live again. He needed to use what abilities he had at his disposal to bring peace to the world, so no one would live as foolish a life as he.



Edit: Added appearance, fixed some grammar errors

Name: Wang Yenchin

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Weapon: His bare hands and feet.

Particular fighting traits: Deceptive and unpredictable. Never attacks in a straight line and never directly. Has very strong legs and makes full use of them.

Quote: "Hide your wickedness behind closed doors, skulk beneath the earth, even conspire in the land of the dead if you wish - it will avail you not. You may conceal your evil from the light of Heaven, but you cannot evade its wrath."

Appearance:http://www.greatchinese.com/emperors.../yongzheng.jpg

Bio: Yenchin was trained from a young age as a royal guard for the human king. He has protected the throne for over 15 years, with his hands, his feet, and his mastery of the martial arts. It is rumored that he was one of those who received instruction from the great warrior who brought peace to the land, and his prowess in unarmed combat seems to confirm this.

About a month ago, Yenchin was commanded to leave the palace, and slay King Mikalo and the Ogre King, in order to restore peace to the land. Ever the dutiful servant, Yenchin packed a small bag of simple belongings and left immediately.

Now, in the course of his journeys, he has come across a village on the pitskirt of the Ogre lands. What this bodes for him, nobody can tell...

Question to the OP, how many people are you planning to have in this particular setting, and what rules are you going to place on posting?

Not to bother much or anything, just curious how many you plan on having join this rp.

Well, I actually thought this thing had died before it began. Buuuut...


Everyone is in so far. Except for the unspoken truth.

Now, posting wise, pretty much anything goes. BUT, since the Death of RPs seems to stalk me...

If you sign-up for this, you are agreeing to keep posting. This RP WILL NOT die. I like to think that's abundantly clear.

Now, for actual in combat, this is going to revolve more around epic one on one fights than crushing armies. Also, Jamini, as you have chosen to do a weapon like that...a heads up, but if we're ever fighting around wood, you could be the end of us all.

Now, here's my character...


Name: Lee Mikalo
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Weapon: Masamune
Appearance: Lee wears bracers, and leather armor. His masamune's sheath isn't attached to his armor in any way. Also, underneath the armor he always wears white. His long hair features one sole braid at the temple, and the rest is left to flurry freely in the wind.
Particular fighting traits: Lee hits once, and once only. After that, you're dead.
Quote: "War may be powerful, and echo through eternity, but it, like a fire, is short lived, and despised right after. Peace may be short lived, but it will always be desired."
Bio: Lee is Mikalo's son. Mikalo has a great harem of thousands of people, so he should have many children. But he doesn't. Instead, whenever he gets a new wife, he has her womb scourged so she will never yield a child that will upset his rule. However, Mikalo, even with his frail and withered body, decided to rape a 13 year old girl. He thought he'd gotten away free, and two years later married her. And then learned she had his son. He ordered her executed, and Lee fed to the Ogres. However, the guard that was to do this took pity on the small innocent child, and shielded him. When he was 13, he told him what Mikalo had intended to do to this him, and Lee was filled with rage and hate. Two years later, after learning to use a war-axe, Lee brashly walked straight into Mikalo's chamber and tried to killed him. The guards however, overpowered him. Mikalo order the mark of slavery burnt onto Lee's back. However, Lee escaped right after, and flayed that mark off of his back. Seeing that anger had gained him nothing, Lee forsake it and vowed that he would see every strike of his blade furthering his purpose to overthrow Mikalo. He found a wizened old man who taught Lee how to fight peacefully, and since then he's been journeying to bring peace to the land.




New part to the sign-up. Appearance.

This is WONDERFUL :D, count me in, me dears ^^

((I'll edit in my bio very shortly - just holding my place in the rp))

We'll be playing the part of 'The man who fights with two battle fans'.

If he truly has gained true-peace, then matters of sexuality won't affect him. Plus, fucking battle fans man, THATS diverse. There is something horribly wrong with Us isn't there?

Bio up after dinner and a movie.