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| Lord Vulkas Mormonus Posts: 1357/4541 |
~Name: Maraka.
~Age: 23 ~Side: Egyptian ~Patron Deity: Osiris, god of resurection, the dead, and eternal life. ~Weapons: A large egyptian scimitar that he been enchanted with Osiris' blessing to be forever strong, and to never dull. It has been sharpened to an extreme, and has been known to cut through the thickest armor it has ever encountered. Also an unblessed sickle sword, and a foot and a half dagger which can be sent to his hand with a gesture, due to its placement in his robes. ~Appearance: dark brown skin, a shaved head, and a white robe. This is, thw white robes is all one can see. Under it is armor, blessed that it will never rust, and that it will break to no weapon of mortal men. Of course, if someone else has a blessed blade, it could counter the blessing. The armor is a dark gray, and covers down to his ankles, except for the forearms. ~History: Maraka is a powerful fighter, but once died. He was a devout follower of Osiris, and with a great amount of pleading, was sent back to this world with Osiris' blessing. He is the high priest in the temple of Osiris, and a great enemy to Set. ~Powers: Besides his weapons, he has the ability to call up mummies from the ground where there are undead, to be strengthened whenever he fights another hero, and to call a temporary strength in which he can ignore pain, and act. It can cause him great harm, and has never been used before. |
| Dirk Ralthar Posts: 129/328 |
Name: Akashtepht Hemphon
Age: 25 Side: Silbuatian Patron Diety: Flangorn God of Battle Weapons: 1 Bronze Sickle sword, 1 Bronze Straight sword, 1 Horn Bow w/ 1 30 Arrow (copper tips) Appearance: Bronze breastplate etched with the crossed swords of Flangorn. Sometimes carries a wooden shield overlaid with hide. His head is shaved, and he has a small beard. Wears a long tunic under the armor. History: Born in the town of Gretshak (don't know the names of any of these Silbuatian cities so I made one up). From birth he was always strong and fast, besting his peers in almost any physical activity. At the age of sixteen he found his calling when he helped drive off a number of raiders attacking his home town. From that day he began training with swords, quickly learning to wield two without any problems. At the age of 20 he joined with the military, and began working his way through the ranks. He showed excelent valor and skill against many opponents. A priest claimed him to be a chosen of Flangorn, god of battles, because swords often seemed to bounce off of him, as if striking stone or armor rather than flesh, and those wounds he did suffer were rarely anything that would stop him. At this priests request, he was bestowed the armor he wears, and the swords he carries, the chosen weapons of the Battle Lord. Some think that he may one day claim the throne, but he has refuted any possibility of that, he claims that he is proud to serve his King as any man who follows the will of the gods should. Powers: His skin is almost a natural armor of its own, it as hard to cut as tough leather. His strength is greater than that of most men, as are his reflexes. And it has the official stamp of approval... can you see it... well can you? |
| FX Posts: 1141/3775 |
Xeios is letting me run 2 guys 
~Name: Strisus ~Age: 21 ~Side: Silbuatian ~Patron Deity: Palius, God of Death ~Weapons: A large hammer, called Ormoeus, that gets more powerful the more it kills. He also weils a bolas, kept on his right hip. ~Appearance: Strisus is a large man, standing nearly eleven feet tall, with a four foot shoulder span. He has a bushy red beard and a shaved head. His left eye is glossy, and has a scar across it, from his days in the Duelist Pit. He wears leather armor, although it is quite useless, and a sweeping red cloak. He also has a helmet, with a T for the eyes and mouth, and a blood red plume. ~History: Strisus was captured from his home in Babylon at the age of 6 in a Silbuatian attack. He was sent to the Duelist Pit, where he was trained in combat, to fight in many challenges in the Duelist Pit, for the audiences amusement. Surprisingly, he survived to the age of 19, when he was enlisted in the military as a slave. He was forced to use mediocre armor, and flimsy weapons that often broke in combat. At one point, some young soldiers thought it would be funny to abandon him in the desert. He wandered for days, until he was near death. At this point he was visited by Palius, the god of death, who told him of his destiny. Palius gave him Ormoeus, and guided him to the Silbuatian capital, Buatia. There, he confronted Emperor Frience, and was made a free man. He reenlisted, and is now the supreme commander for the Silbuatian army. ~Powers: Strisus is massive in size and strength. He is also immune to most blunt attacks, if they manage to reach him. He can also communicate with lost souls, through contact with Palius, although he must be in a near death situation to do this. ~Name: Theul ~Age: Unknown ~Side: Egyptian ~Patron Deity: Anubis, god of death ~Weapons: A craggily staff, which entwines around a glowing purple stone embedded on the top. ~Appearance: A stooped old man, Theul wears simple brown robes. He wears his thick black hair slicked back. ~History: Not much of his history is known, but he has been an advisor to the royal family for generations. ~Powers: Theul has many powers, including the preservation of his life, all of which stem from his staff. |
| Xeios Posts: 1530/2954 |
Ancient Egypt. A terrible threat is brewing. One of epic proportions. There is a meeting to be scheduled in the throne room of Queen Sobekneferu to discuss this threat. Only the most powerful warriors and magicians were called to this council. They were referred to as the "Warriors of the gods." To each, their own patron god or goddess and the ability to draw on the powers of that particular deity. The soldiers gathered around a long table for feast with the Queen herself. This was a great honor indeed. She clanged her silver eating utensil on the golden chalice before her.
"I have called you all here for a purpose...Our country faces great peril. Even now, the forces of the Silbuati march towards us. They, like you, have warriors decorated in the honor of the gods, but their gods are seperate from our own. They threaten to destory our way of life, and our religion. Their gods are most fearsome, but we have the power of the truth on our side! There is no way we can lose...So long as we have your help. Now, I ask you as a friend, and a countryman, please volunteer yourselves for this..." The queen knew she could just order these people into battle, but she needed their approval. She needed them to want to enter into this war, and to defend their country. Ok, this RP is going to be a mostly war-centered RP, with a good amount of refreshing story to keep the interset up. Please, I ask you all to join the fight. 
Character Form:: ~Name: (make it at least seem remotely african or egyptian in nature. No Jim's or Jack's or Frank's.) ~Age: (Can be almost anything, nothing lower that 16 nothing higher than 50(they didn't live that long)) ~Side: (Egyptian or Silbuatian) ~Patron Deity: (if Egyptian try to make it a real Egyptian god, if Silbuatian make up the god. No two players may have the same gods.) ~Weapons: (no guns, can be slightly technological(see my character for an example) ~Appearance: (clothing/armor may bear the symbol of the patron deity, and must be somewhat related to the gods. Whether it be in color or type of armor.)(also, for the sake of realism, there will be very few pale or white people, and someone of that type will be shunned from society for their being different. Unless there are a large number of objections I'll keep it this way f there are a lot of objections I'll remove this binding...) ~History: (keep it at a paragraph minimum, 4 paragraphs maximum) ~Powers: (related to your patron deity entirely, nothing too extreme) Note: PM me your characters for approval. I'd like to get the characters to fit as best I can in this RP so I will work with you all. ~Name: Seti Makiti ~Age: 27 ~Side: Egyptian ~Patron Deity: Set god of the Desert ~Weapons: A simple brown staff engraved with heiroglyphics, standing at four and a half feet tall. Tarishn - A one and a half foot long dagger that is placed on the top of Seti's right wrist, the mechanism taking all of his forearm. It is sent outward on a specific contration on muscles, and is hardly ever triggered when not wanted. ~Appearance: His skin is a light tan color, his eyes an eerie shade of blue. He bore about his face a stubblely goatee. His face would be considered attracitve, if of course it was seen more often. About his body are brown robes, colored like sand and covering the majority of his body. Dark brown gloves and boots are the only differentiation of color across his whole outfit. Besides of course the blood red symbol of the scepter and ankh of Set. His robes cover almost all of his skin, except a small opening in the wrappings around his face for him to see through. ~History: Seti was gifted with his powers at birth. It seemed as if he were borne of the god Set himself. He suffered very little, and learned to control his powers after a little bit of practice. His first encounter with these powers was at the age of 15, when he became lost from the travelling caravan somewhere in the desert. He believed himself to be a goner and had given up hope. But at some point he realized that he was not thirsty, tired, or drained from the sun's rays. It was almost as if he had found his natural environment. After taking into account his apparant immunity to the threat of the desert, he began walking into the distance. He concentrated on the sand, on his surroundings and gained a better understanding of them both. Rumors began spreading about him, calling him a child of Set, a ghost, and a demon. Each step his takes upon the sand creates a dust devil at his feet for a few moments. A swish of his cloak is known to spawn a sandstorm. And he can drain the very liquid from a man's body with a wave of his hand. Other strengths of his are not known too well, and most can only be speculated about. ~Powers: Control of Sand (Gaara style) and aforementioned abilities. Plus more yet to be seen or discovered. EDIT::::: The Egyptians are the magical and technological ones, the Silbuatians are the more barbaric "strength is power" type.(and they are very good at it) |
