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- Thread starter Coloursfall
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Storm Earth and Fire
Would you like to make a contract?
Heh. Vialice.
Name: Estacchio
Species: Moogle
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Abilities: Estacchio is a hawkeyed marksman, deadly accurate with his trusty gun. He has learned to imbue shots with all sorts of effects as well as elements. Other assorted skills include dodging arrows and ordering chocobos around. He's got wings, so he flies.
Appearance: I'm going to use this picture, but I can write an acceptable description upon request.
Bio: Born in a simple household, Estacchio grew up the son of an accomplished marksman. He himself caught this interest in the art early on, and trained as hard as he could in the various arts of being a marksman, some animist training, and physical training, as he was called upon to escort the Sword pieces.
Personality: A laid-back individual, with a thirst for adventure. He takes his duty seriously, though, and doesn't like lies or deceit. He is usually a team player, though pride may get the best of him, as he can't turn down a challenge. Estacchio always hangs around behind the battle, sometimes at astonishing distances, ready to help out his comrades whether with ordinary cover fire, elemental shots, or his debilitating shots.
iron
Name: Estacchio
Species: Moogle
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Abilities: Estacchio is a hawkeyed marksman, deadly accurate with his trusty gun. He has learned to imbue shots with all sorts of effects as well as elements. Other assorted skills include dodging arrows and ordering chocobos around. He's got wings, so he flies.
Appearance: I'm going to use this picture, but I can write an acceptable description upon request.
Bio: Born in a simple household, Estacchio grew up the son of an accomplished marksman. He himself caught this interest in the art early on, and trained as hard as he could in the various arts of being a marksman, some animist training, and physical training, as he was called upon to escort the Sword pieces.
Personality: A laid-back individual, with a thirst for adventure. He takes his duty seriously, though, and doesn't like lies or deceit. He is usually a team player, though pride may get the best of him, as he can't turn down a challenge. Estacchio always hangs around behind the battle, sometimes at astonishing distances, ready to help out his comrades whether with ordinary cover fire, elemental shots, or his debilitating shots.
iron
Leviathan
Bracken Horror
Y'know, I just realized that my writing seems to be so much better when I'm going into full detail than it is when it's just a short summary. Maybe that's why it took so long to write this. Ah, well, here ya go.
Name: "Mercy"
Species: Alchemical beast
Gender: Neutral
Age: Unspecified triple-digit number
Abilities: Mercy had originally been created to be the epitome of the word strength. Its bare hands alone are able to lift and tear apart most common materials, and its legs can cross miles without showing any signs of tiring. It has no knowledge of pain - at least not physical pain - and will continue to strive towards whatever goal has been set for it until it has no energy left or is otherwise unable to move (broken bones, magical bonds, sudden hallucination, etc).
Appearance: Mercy is indeed a titan, standing at twice the height of most humanoid creatures, although considering that it is almost always hunched forward quite a bit, that size is noticeably diminished. Its body is a veritable wall of muscle, spreading from a rock-hard torso to limbs brimming with strength to spare, all covered with a sparse coat of mossy green fur. A line of sharp spines start between its shoulders and run down its back to a long, flexible tail. The head, with its snout of jagged teeth and glowing, soulless white eyes, is covered by long tendrils of black hair streaming down to the ground, two pointed ears just barely visible on the top. As if in some cruel joke by Mercy's creators, a comical pair of leathery wings sprout from its back, far too small to carry it any distance. The only thing it wears are a set of iron shackles on its wrists, the chains having either rusted away or just broken over the years, and are now used as makeshift bracelets.
Bio: In the wake of destruction caused by the World Dragon's sword, many ambitious persons tried to recreate that power for their own desires, the most common of them being, naturally, world conquest. Eventually, one empire succeeded in creating a fearsome monster by sewing together the corpses of various animals and then binding it all together with the soul of a demon. Though indeed powerful, it had to be tested in the beginning and was used as an implement of torture. Without any previous education or any knowledge of right or wrong, the beast tore apart anything set before it without showing any signs of regret.
In time, the gears in its mind began to turn. All the bodies of its victims were never removed from the beast's room, left to rot and leave the memories of death for days on end. It began to wonder why it had committed these sins, or why it even obeyed such wicked masters to begin with. Driven mad by the screaming souls around it, the beast rebelled against its creators and ravaged everything in its path. When the enemies of this empire raided what remained of the stronghold after all of its prisoners had mysteriously returned home, they found all of its inhabitants dead and the beast, now completely exhausted of all energy, locked in the deepest chamber, never to see the light of day again.
Some centuries later, the alchemist Johann uncovered the ruined citadel in his travels, its sole remaining occupant still asleep. The Nu Mou took the beast from its broken prison, then brought it back to life once more. Upon waking, it was confused about what it was meant to do now; its old masters were long dead, and without them it had no purpose. Johann, however, taught it about the virtues of honor, that to accomplish acts of righteousness would atone for past sins, and thus the beast had a new, pure master. Yet, it would always remember that agony. The ear-splitting screams of its countless victims, hostile and innocent alike, and the one word they had all said.
"Mercy..."
Personality: The exact level of Mercy's intelligence is greatly uncertain; it can understand several common languages and certainly has individual thoughts, to a degree, but will very rarely think for itself and tends to comply to the orders of others with little complaint. Above all else, though, it shows the most loyalty towards its master, Johann, whom it respects for his wisdom and purity.
Since waking again, it has become far more aware of the morality of its actions, and refuses to do anything that would bring harm others, unless they would be a threat to itself or those around it. Its mind is constantly plagued by the memory of all it has done, all the suffering it caused now coming back tenfold. Twisted flashbacks of previous occurrences replay in its head sporadically, the pain now having driven it to near insanity.
Other: Mercy is incapable of forming coherent speech, partly because no one ever took the time to teach it how, far more because it lacks the proper vocal chords for such precise actions, and is only able to convey simple messages through growls, grunts, whines, and other bestial sounds. A mage or psychic attempting to directly contact its mind, however, will be able to make out slightly more distinct thoughts. Although, given Mercy's current mental instability, doing so would probably prove to be more damaging than helpful.
Name: "Mercy"
Species: Alchemical beast
Gender: Neutral
Age: Unspecified triple-digit number
Abilities: Mercy had originally been created to be the epitome of the word strength. Its bare hands alone are able to lift and tear apart most common materials, and its legs can cross miles without showing any signs of tiring. It has no knowledge of pain - at least not physical pain - and will continue to strive towards whatever goal has been set for it until it has no energy left or is otherwise unable to move (broken bones, magical bonds, sudden hallucination, etc).
Appearance: Mercy is indeed a titan, standing at twice the height of most humanoid creatures, although considering that it is almost always hunched forward quite a bit, that size is noticeably diminished. Its body is a veritable wall of muscle, spreading from a rock-hard torso to limbs brimming with strength to spare, all covered with a sparse coat of mossy green fur. A line of sharp spines start between its shoulders and run down its back to a long, flexible tail. The head, with its snout of jagged teeth and glowing, soulless white eyes, is covered by long tendrils of black hair streaming down to the ground, two pointed ears just barely visible on the top. As if in some cruel joke by Mercy's creators, a comical pair of leathery wings sprout from its back, far too small to carry it any distance. The only thing it wears are a set of iron shackles on its wrists, the chains having either rusted away or just broken over the years, and are now used as makeshift bracelets.
Bio: In the wake of destruction caused by the World Dragon's sword, many ambitious persons tried to recreate that power for their own desires, the most common of them being, naturally, world conquest. Eventually, one empire succeeded in creating a fearsome monster by sewing together the corpses of various animals and then binding it all together with the soul of a demon. Though indeed powerful, it had to be tested in the beginning and was used as an implement of torture. Without any previous education or any knowledge of right or wrong, the beast tore apart anything set before it without showing any signs of regret.
In time, the gears in its mind began to turn. All the bodies of its victims were never removed from the beast's room, left to rot and leave the memories of death for days on end. It began to wonder why it had committed these sins, or why it even obeyed such wicked masters to begin with. Driven mad by the screaming souls around it, the beast rebelled against its creators and ravaged everything in its path. When the enemies of this empire raided what remained of the stronghold after all of its prisoners had mysteriously returned home, they found all of its inhabitants dead and the beast, now completely exhausted of all energy, locked in the deepest chamber, never to see the light of day again.
Some centuries later, the alchemist Johann uncovered the ruined citadel in his travels, its sole remaining occupant still asleep. The Nu Mou took the beast from its broken prison, then brought it back to life once more. Upon waking, it was confused about what it was meant to do now; its old masters were long dead, and without them it had no purpose. Johann, however, taught it about the virtues of honor, that to accomplish acts of righteousness would atone for past sins, and thus the beast had a new, pure master. Yet, it would always remember that agony. The ear-splitting screams of its countless victims, hostile and innocent alike, and the one word they had all said.
"Mercy..."
Personality: The exact level of Mercy's intelligence is greatly uncertain; it can understand several common languages and certainly has individual thoughts, to a degree, but will very rarely think for itself and tends to comply to the orders of others with little complaint. Above all else, though, it shows the most loyalty towards its master, Johann, whom it respects for his wisdom and purity.
Since waking again, it has become far more aware of the morality of its actions, and refuses to do anything that would bring harm others, unless they would be a threat to itself or those around it. Its mind is constantly plagued by the memory of all it has done, all the suffering it caused now coming back tenfold. Twisted flashbacks of previous occurrences replay in its head sporadically, the pain now having driven it to near insanity.
Other: Mercy is incapable of forming coherent speech, partly because no one ever took the time to teach it how, far more because it lacks the proper vocal chords for such precise actions, and is only able to convey simple messages through growls, grunts, whines, and other bestial sounds. A mage or psychic attempting to directly contact its mind, however, will be able to make out slightly more distinct thoughts. Although, given Mercy's current mental instability, doing so would probably prove to be more damaging than helpful.
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
yaaaaaay~
Ok so let's start now~
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Johann settled down in a fairly comfy corner of the large carriage that the King had provided. He was the first one there, and he didn't mind having to wait. He did worry a tad about how everyone was going to fit the the carriage. Perhaps those who had the means to and were too large could travel outside? It was a nice roomy thing though, and pulled by a strange assortment of strong creatures to boot.
One of the creatures pulling the carriage peeked in though the window in the front, its large eye watching Johann, who chuckled. The driver gently pushed the large yellow bird's head so it was facing forward, ready to run.
Johann smiled to himself and shifted a bit, eyes resting on the heavy iron box in the centre of the floor. It was chained shut and bound to the floor with magic. Hopefully it would be safe...
Ok so let's start now~
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Johann settled down in a fairly comfy corner of the large carriage that the King had provided. He was the first one there, and he didn't mind having to wait. He did worry a tad about how everyone was going to fit the the carriage. Perhaps those who had the means to and were too large could travel outside? It was a nice roomy thing though, and pulled by a strange assortment of strong creatures to boot.
One of the creatures pulling the carriage peeked in though the window in the front, its large eye watching Johann, who chuckled. The driver gently pushed the large yellow bird's head so it was facing forward, ready to run.
Johann smiled to himself and shifted a bit, eyes resting on the heavy iron box in the centre of the floor. It was chained shut and bound to the floor with magic. Hopefully it would be safe...
Blastoise Fortooate
Geographical!
Wheeling around in the air, Mark kept an eye out for the carriage that he was supposed to go to. Soon enough, his razor-sharp vision spotted the vehicle. He tucked in his main wings, and, keeping his oversized arms spread, dived towards the field right next to the carriage. When he was about ten feet from the ground, he snapped his main wings back out and flapped, hard. He fell the last few feet, and landed quite gracefully on a fencepost. Mark jumped down and dusted himself off, careful to keep his feathers in alignment. He walked over to the carriage and looked inside. He saw only one passenger, who he greeted. He stepped back out of the carriage and, flapping his arms, jumped about ten feet into the air. He landed on top of the carriage, and started to preen himself with his fingers.
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Storm Earth and Fire
Would you like to make a contract?
Estacchio flittered about, but eventually spotted a very large carriage pulled by various creatures. He recognized at least one of them, a large, bright yellow bird. And perched on top of the carriage was someone who looked to be halfway human and halfway hawk. However, Estacchio instead opened a door in the back and hovered inside. He took a seat near a grand-looking nu mou, the only other person inside. "Also here to defend the goods, are we?", Estacchio asked, indicating the heavy box on the floor in the middle.
Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
Soon, a bright bluish light appeared practically out of thin air, near the carriage. The glow was bright for about 10 seconds, then dimmed, but a gentle glow remained. As it dimmed, a small bluish creature could be seen hovering in the air. The faerie dragon fluttered inside the window of the carriage and perched on top of an iron box in the center. He spoke to the others telepathically, a calm, friendly voice in the minds of the surrounding creatures. "Hello everyone. I've come to offer my assistance."
Leviathan
Bracken Horror
There was probably a word that Johann had once told Mercy which described this situation. Ahhh...patience, that was it. In any event, Mercy's "patience" was starting to grow quite thin. Far too large to fit in the carriage, it was forced to walk along outside, but, feeling obligated to assist its master, it had instead chosen to help these odd bird creatures that were pulling the carriage. While the monster had difficulty grasping the concept of time, boredom was starting to seep into its consciousness. The group was progressing at, what it felt as being, a snail's pace; if only it could just release all these trapped beasts, then it could step up to full speed and they would reach the destination in no time. But no, master had said that "patience is a virtue", and that was the only thing that mattered.
Mercy could now feel the presence of numerous other beings approaching, doubtlessly the other members of the quest Johann had embarked on. These feelings were confirmed when the carriage suddenly became heavier; not to the point where it or the birds were overburdened, but still a noticeable change. It remembered that, given the serious nature of this mission, there would be a great many participating in it to ensure optimum chances of success. But, with so many people, what would they think of Mercy? Already, just walking down the street had earned a number of stares from numerous city folk, and there was probably more to it than just the monster's lack of clothing. No matter, they weren't what was important. To protect the master was the prime objective; that was its purpose.
Mercy could now feel the presence of numerous other beings approaching, doubtlessly the other members of the quest Johann had embarked on. These feelings were confirmed when the carriage suddenly became heavier; not to the point where it or the birds were overburdened, but still a noticeable change. It remembered that, given the serious nature of this mission, there would be a great many participating in it to ensure optimum chances of success. But, with so many people, what would they think of Mercy? Already, just walking down the street had earned a number of stares from numerous city folk, and there was probably more to it than just the monster's lack of clothing. No matter, they weren't what was important. To protect the master was the prime objective; that was its purpose.
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Elfin
feeling nostalgic
Titanya swore under her breath. She was having trouble staying in the air, and the fact she was carrying a huge sword and a shield (Along with some other things in a bag) wasn't helping. Her wings were starting to hurt, when she finally found the carriage. She turned around and swooped down towards it. Opening the door and stepping inside, the Gria let out a sigh of relief and joked, folding her wings.
"You'd think they wanted me to get left behind! Well, I'm here. Why aren't you cheering?!"
"You'd think they wanted me to get left behind! Well, I'm here. Why aren't you cheering?!"
allitersonance
Banned
Although Sorrel had travelled toward the carriage as a centaur, she transformed back long before she reached the carriage, recreating the necessary garments before continuing onward. This took much longer, but Sorrel thought it was worth it - who knew how many of her current allies would still be around when Sorrel put the last part of her plan into action? The least they knew about her, the better, although soon enough - okay, it would take a very long time, but would likely be short compared to her life - shapeshifting would become just something Sorrel could do, and not even part of her main tactics in battles.
She put on the sandals she'd carried all this way, and walked to her destination.
When Sorrel reached the carriage, she was physically tired and sweaty - but as she stepped up, closing her eyes with a sigh, her tiredness seemed to disappear. Well, her physical fatigue, anyway - her magic was just a little depleted. Then she sat down in the carriage, smiling.
"Hello," she said. Perhaps she could forge 'familial' bonds with the longer-lived mages now. She didn't need future enemies, after all, and allies were better than neutral parties. Besides, if she was coming anyway, she might as well; it would mean she actually achieved something other than preventing the world's destruction. It would personally help her cause.
And healers, like her, were supposed to be nicer, or so most people thought. It didn't do any harm to conform to that stereotype, did it?
She put on the sandals she'd carried all this way, and walked to her destination.
When Sorrel reached the carriage, she was physically tired and sweaty - but as she stepped up, closing her eyes with a sigh, her tiredness seemed to disappear. Well, her physical fatigue, anyway - her magic was just a little depleted. Then she sat down in the carriage, smiling.
"Hello," she said. Perhaps she could forge 'familial' bonds with the longer-lived mages now. She didn't need future enemies, after all, and allies were better than neutral parties. Besides, if she was coming anyway, she might as well; it would mean she actually achieved something other than preventing the world's destruction. It would personally help her cause.
And healers, like her, were supposed to be nicer, or so most people thought. It didn't do any harm to conform to that stereotype, did it?
..::Jonalai*Lekraa::..
Desert Rose
A young woman watched carriage from a distance, following it more for her own reasons than for anything she was told. If she decided that she didn't like any of them, she could always just take anything valuable, although she'd most likely have too much trouble with it. Kitten could smell the magic on all of them, and their strengths. She didn't like getting hurt, either.
"So how am I going to put up with all of them..." she muttered to herself quietly, watching for a moment longer before stepping out on to the road behind them. She held one blade in her right hand, merely as a precaution. There were few creatures alive or dead that Kitten trusted.
"So how am I going to put up with all of them..." she muttered to herself quietly, watching for a moment longer before stepping out on to the road behind them. She held one blade in her right hand, merely as a precaution. There were few creatures alive or dead that Kitten trusted.
Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
Zook could feel the strong magical energies surrounding a few of the creatures here. He took a little time to examine his new acquaintances. Everyone had either been chosen for their physical strength or their magical strength, and it seemed like the magically powerful creatures were the ones small enough to enter the carriage itself. Of course, to him everyone was big, but there were different levels of 'big'.
The human and nu mou appear especially strong. They would be good to get to know.
He flew up and landed on the human's shoulder, his long tail slightly coiling at its end. He physically gave a little chirp sound, before whispering to her telepathically. "Hello there. What's your name?"
The human and nu mou appear especially strong. They would be good to get to know.
He flew up and landed on the human's shoulder, his long tail slightly coiling at its end. He physically gave a little chirp sound, before whispering to her telepathically. "Hello there. What's your name?"
Elfin
feeling nostalgic
Titanya looked around at all the others in the carriage. Feeling a bit out of place, she jumped out and flew onto the roof, closing the door with her foot. There was what seemed to be a bird person already sitting there. She felt like she should talk to him, but was silent, jumping up and flying next to the carriage.
Wish there was another Gria here. Or somebody that I know. God, I sound like a little kid at school or something.
Wish there was another Gria here. Or somebody that I know. God, I sound like a little kid at school or something.
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Blastoise Fortooate
Geographical!
Mark had been watching the group members as they arrived, among them a creature of monstrous size, a floating little dragon who was, well, adorable, and a human woman. He had also spotted a cat-girl in the distance with a gleaming blade in her hand. This did not worry Mark unduly, because several of the group members had weapons. Mark had spotted a green dragon-ish girl with a sword and shield. He had never liked weapons much, too heavy, but he knew how to use a bow. Mark decided to greet her, and jumped, flapping his arms, and landed with a soft thump a few feet from her. "Hello," Mark said, waving. "I'm Mark. What's your name?"
allitersonance
Banned
Sorrel felt the brush of magic before hearing the voice, but she was still startled at the telepathy. She barely jumped, but Zook would be able to feel it.
...she was definitely going to learn that. Psychic broadcasts into her empire would be awesome, and it could also be used to instill fear into enemies.
She looked at the tiny creature as best she could. "...ah. Hi. My name's Sorrel, it's nice to meet you! What's your name?"
...she was definitely going to learn that. Psychic broadcasts into her empire would be awesome, and it could also be used to instill fear into enemies.
She looked at the tiny creature as best she could. "...ah. Hi. My name's Sorrel, it's nice to meet you! What's your name?"
Elfin
feeling nostalgic
Titanya turned and waved back.
"Hello Mark. I'm Titanya."
She giggled, pointing to the sword and shield.
"I'm surprised I haven't crashed into anything or fallen by now. Gria's wings are only meant for flying short distances, and I'm kind of bad at it. And carrying around a huge sword isn't really helping."
"Hello Mark. I'm Titanya."
She giggled, pointing to the sword and shield.
"I'm surprised I haven't crashed into anything or fallen by now. Gria's wings are only meant for flying short distances, and I'm kind of bad at it. And carrying around a huge sword isn't really helping."
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