Streets of Theremal

[Kriven]

ROLEPLAY BEGINS SUNDAY REGARDLESS OF REGISTERED PLAYERS!

The city of Baluin was once the great capital of the Holy Empire, Theremal. However, times have changed. Theremal, once a beautiful metropolis, an icon of peace, prosperity and the home to the most racially diverse population in the history of Yalmin, has now fallen victim to both its corruption and its technological prowess. The country had twice revolutionized the world. First with the steam engine, and then with the introduction of MagiTech. The capital quickly fell into despair as the crooked politicians took command of MagiTech weapons and resources. Rebellions began to spring up throughout the now dystrophic capital. These rebellions may be in for more than they had originally thought, as it seems the MagiTech is developing a mind of its own…

As we don’t have so many members, nor a very active community, there isn’t a whole lot of room for an openly expanded RPG. Most unfortunate. However, you may roam freely around Theremal, at least as freely as your allegiance allows. For the sake of surrounding, there is a large forest that grows alongside Theremal’s Western walls, a mountain range beyond the Southern border, and an ocean to the North. The East is the main road traveled by merchants to reach the next major city, Balthua.

The cityscape itself is a hybridization of Victorian England, Greece, Rome, Japan, China, and StarWars. With a smidgen of Mirror’s Edge.

You may choose one of two allegiances: Rebellion or Thermalian Knight. The Thermalian Knights try to bring order and peace under the strict rule of the law as doctrined by their twisted politicians. The majority of your time will be spent character building and interacting in the bunkers of your respective team (or carefully wondering through the streets) until a the DungeonMaster gives you some kind of mission. For the most part, I’m going to let you invent the city and the inhabitants as you will. Just remember that the city is in a state of ruin and confusion.

Weapons: Most weapons are styled after ancient melee weapons, or bows of some variety. There are also two types of guns: old style revolvers, and unrifled muskets. Due to the presence of a Guardian Force in this world, gun shots are far less devastating than their real world counterparts (although to most civilians, a single shot can be fatal.)

Guardian Force - Guardian Force is the essence that breathes life and magic into the world. It is much stronger on Yalmin than it is on Earth. This allows magic to be far more easily accessible, even to someone without formal training (although this can be highly dangerous.) Guardian Force is most commonly harnessed through use of a channeling device, such as launching concussive blasts from a melee weapon. It takes a well practiced mage to use the Guardian Force without a channeling device, let alone for any complex tasks.

Psychics - Psychic abilities are different from magic, and are far less common in this realm. They are not unheard of, but they are mostly unstudied. The known psychic abilities are telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis. These are the only abilities that would allow a person to read someone else’s mind or manipulate an object at a distance. Magic cannot allow people to do this.

Usually there is a trade-off. Psychics are often further from the Guardian Force and more closely in tuned to their own Life Essence. However, Psychics who can use Magic are not unheard of.

Available Races: Human, Elf, Short Elf, Gnome, Dwarf, Nekomimi, Ogre, Orc, Oni, Angel, Harpy, Vampire, Werewolf, Werecat, Wolfmen, Fairy, Mixed Heritage, Other (specify and await approval)

About Vampires and Werewolves/Cats:

Weres do not need the moon to transform. They can also not communicate beyond their animal noises. Nekomimi can sometimes understand Werecats, though most do not.

Wolfmen are essentially Werewolves, however they assume the Hollywood-induced Hulking Half-beast form instead of that a true (though large) wolf. Wolfmen can sometimes speak their native tongue with varying degrees of success.

Vampires don’t go out into the sun unless they are under some kind of enchantment (which cannot be induced by another vampire nor themselves. They must be protected by a mage) or are in the possession of an artifact that protects them from the sunlight. They also need to consume the blood of a humanoid every couple of days, or they will die.

Vampires do not drink the blood of Weres, Orcs, Ogres, or Oni.

Vampires as a race are under much scrutiny from the rest of the populace, as the creatures cannot exist without feeding (unlike Weres who, while savage, do not need to eat the flesh of the living in anyway.)

Character Form:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Allegience:
Weapon of Choice:
Abilities:
History:
Image and/or Description:

Notes on Allegiance and Weapons.

Weapons of Choice are not the only weapons your character can use. These are merely the weapons they carry around with them at the beginning of the story. If at some point your character happens to pick up the bow from his fallen enemy, he can use and keep that bow.

Allegiance is also only a temporary state. It’s not impossible for your character to be swayed to a different side. That’s really up to you, and it’s up to the other players. Your character might have to prove himself or wander solo before he is accepted into the ranks of the opposing force.


My main character:

Name:
Rahjil (Rah-Jheel)

Age:
24 (appears 17)

Race:
Angel

Allegience:
Rebellion

Weapon of Choice:
Rahjil is armed with a large rod that doubles as a spear. The rod's head is shaped like a silver hand, which tightly clutches a large gem.

Though the rod is his primary, which he uses for melee far more often than he channels, he is also known to carry a small boomerang at his side. The origin of this boomerang is unknown, but he treasures it dearly.

FUN FACT: Rahjil is a fan of weaponry, and is known to have many hidden caches and arsenals throughout the city.

Abilities:
Naturally, Rahjil is bestowed with the ability of flight. Rahjil is also a natural at manipulating the Guardian Force, although he is far from a master. He can create small-ranged concussive blasts or flashes from his palms, as well as manifesting a prismatic shield.

History:
Rahjil is the son of a wealthy nobleman, Chalin. Chalin was one of the first to endorse the crooked uses of MagiTech, and he used his wealth to pamper Rahjil. Rahjil had the best of the best, from food to self-defense lessons. He was taught by an old Elf who went by the name Gyron. Gyron also served as Rahjil's personal academic tutor, and focused particularly on ethics and war history. The two would often trek to various parts of the country to experience a diversified way of life.

On these travels Rahjil made many friends among all social castes. He would often invite these many friends to his home for social events, much to the chagrin of his father.

When the MagiTech controversies sparked rebellion and civil war, many of Rahjil's impoverished friends perished in the fires. His friends from the higher orders seemed to care little, and when they did, they were often cruel. This betrayal of their character and loyalties prompted Rahjil to sever his ties with the group, though he still remained loyal to his father.

It did not take long for the Angel to come to terms with what he must do. With great regret, he slew his father in an attempt to end the suffering. Unfortunately, the power void was quickly filled, and because of Rahjil's actions he was cast out of his position as heir to his father's legacy. In his place his twisted half-Elf uncle, Mour, took control of the family power and wealth. Rahjil battled Mour, but was ultimately defeated.

When all seemed lost and Mour drew his blade for the final strike, Gyron and his daughter, Mogyra, appeared. Gyron, who faught for the rebellion and saw Rahjil as a son, could not sit by and watch his pupil's murder. Gyron battled with Mour while Mogyra took the quickly fading Rahjil away from his former residence.

Gyron's body has not been found, and Mour made claim of no victory. Rahjil joined the rebellion and hopes to one day reclaim his rightful fortune, which he will use to fund the rebellion. He also wishes to locate his old master, as he believes Gyron is far from dead.

Mogyra disappeared in the night, saying that her allegience was to a distant country....

Image and/or Description:

Rahjil wears no armor, preferring to stay nimble and light. He depends on his ability to generate a shielf to defend him from any attacks, though this shield is far from perfect. His hair is dirty blonde, turning dark brown the further away from his head it grows. A peculiar trait, and he is unsure of why his hair does this.

His eyes are silver and glossy, a common trait of his race. His skin is unusually dark for an Angel, leaving him with a fairly typical apricot complexion. His wings are, for the most part, pure white. There are some odd feathers of blue, green, yellow and red, that seem to reflect light as though they were some form of foil. These feathers give his wings a very majestic look. This peculiar wingpattern is said to be the mark of the Angels descended from the Great King Kalimein.

He wears a vest with torn sleeves, though to make up for this he wears a cotton shirt beneath it. The sleeves of this shirt are peculiar, and extend onto his fingers, connecting to a copper rings. Though he finds this particular shirt to be uncomfortable, it was given to him by a kindly old man with little of his own, and so Rahjil feels that he must respect the gift.

His feet are hidden beneath peculiar sandals that wrap themselves in winding, barbed, angles up his lower leg. These barbs are actually metal, and are quite good at preventing an enemy from lopping off a leg. He wears these despite the discomfort they create with his common slacks.

Choice in clothes are subject to change.

[toby]

Name: Kestra Tren'al

Gender: Female

Age: 116

Race: Elven

Allegience: The highest bidder

Weapon of Choice: Twin athroms (essentially tantō), throwing blades (shuriken), blowgun with poison tipped darts

Abilities: Excels in hand to hand combat and parkour

History: Born into the streets, Kestra was raised by her single mother after her father was killed by a dark mage for no known reason. At the bottom of the social ladder, Kestra's upbringing was rough to say the least. She quickly learned to fight in the alleys of Baluin. With only her small band of friends by her side, she taught herself to use the weapons she "found" one fateful night in a pawn shop on the outskirts of the city. The group saw their home, and prison, as a playground. She can often be spotted leaping between rooftops and sliding down gutter pipes, friends no longer by her side - most have either been killed off or forced so deep underground, even she can't find them. She uses her skills to move swiftly through the city, performing mostly message deliveries between rebel factions, but lends her skills to whoever writes a bigger paycheck, determined that she can retire young and wealthy, with children who will never know what her childhood was like. Years later, she is as strong and nimble as ever, with knowledge of every roof, tunnel and street around Baluin, and a deadly message of steel for any who try and stop her.

Description: Kestra stands at an impressive six foot, one inch, lean but muscular. Her blonde hair runs roughly halfway down her back, and she generally lets the waves flow freely - symbolic of her lifestyle. She has defined ears, reaching roughly 4 inches from base to point, and a sharp - yet small - nose and chin. Her eyes are stone gray, topped by steep and nearly invisible eyebrows, thanks to a combination of pale skin and hair color. She clothes herself in a black leather tunic, ideal for running night missions, with a hood to hide her hair should it become necessary, and cut off, tattered sleeves that extend to mid-bicep. White, loose cloth leggings extend to just below her knees, and are tied off with sections of rope. She wears no shoes, preferring the grip and sensitivity of calloused feet. One athrom knife rests in a sheath on each hip, allowing for rapid drawing. Twin bandoliers of throwing blades criss-cross her chest, ensuring a decent supply, and a four foot long telescoping blowgun, made of aspen and reinforced with steel, rests in the small of her back, secured by two of the many loops that adorn her tunic. She is often seen with a small, tan shoulder bag, which is worn across her chest like the bandoliers, and is thought to be used for message delivery. No one is entirely sure, though.

[NinjaElephant]

Name: Harrow Withers
Age: 27
Race: 75% Human/25% Ogre
Allegience: Thermalian Knight

Weapon of Choice: Harrow is outfitted with a steam powered arm brace. It runs up his left arm, stopping with a large ball at his shoulder. This boosts his strength considerably, but its hydraulic joints don't sacrifice speed. It ends on his hand with a gauntlet, which can be electrically charged, or send small bursts of electricity. He also carries a large trident on his back, which he is very skilled in throwing. Lastly, he carries a large net with bolas on the ends.

Abilities: In addition to being a skilled thrower, and martial fighter, Harrow is quite skilled at wrestling. Due to his physique, and his heritage, Harrow can lift much larger loads than many humans, and can charge at astounding speeds.

History: Born to a human mother, and half-human father, Harrow grew up in the slums of Theremal. His mother Elena had been born into aristocracy, but had then thrown it all away to be with her love. The man in question was Jurok, a half-ogre living in poverty. They lived happily while having little, until a watchful politician decided he wanted Elena for his own, and had Jurok assassinated. In grief, Elena took her own life. This left Harrow as a child, who seemed almost human. After searching for months, Harrow found his grandparents. Also in the slums, Juroks parents were a gruff old woman, and a skilled ogre.

Over the course of his childhood, Harrow was both cared for and trained by his grandparents, teaching him in the arts of combat and endurance. Eventually, in an effort to find decent work, Harrow went directly to the empire, who decided they could use the mixed-blood for at least a meat shield. He proved to be much more than that, and worked his way through the ranks of the Theremal Knights. Once he moved into a squad of hunters, Harrow befriended an engineer by the name of Flitwig. Flitwig was a curious gnome who had always wanted to push the boundaries of technology. Once Harrow got promoted yet again, this time to a solo hunter, Flitwig presented him with a hydraulic arm, boosting the physical capabilities of the already intimidating creature.

Now Harrow works as an elite hunter for the Theremal Knights, finding those who defy the law and ending their lives, either through harm or imprisonment.

Image and/or Description: Standing at over seven feet tall, Harrow is a hulk of a man. His physique is cut like glass, with muscles bulging in most places. His skin has an almost greenish tone, and seems to deceive the eye. His face looks relatively human, with just broader features. A heavy jaw, defined cheekbones, and a narrow nose. However, he he doesn't have any ogrish features, such as a large underbite, or off-set eyes. His brown eyes are dark from years of training, and his long hair is normally tied into a braided ponytail. His body (minus his left arm) is covered in a heavy, crimson armor, and the symbol of the capital is emblazoned on his chest. His trident sits on his back, and his net hangs at his waist.

[Dr.lightbulb]

I guess i will give it a try...


Name: Miles Vangraves

Age: 25

Race: Little nekomimi, mostly human

Allegience: Thermalian Knight

Weapon of choice: a Light, and simple rapier with a Metal end for balance, a cross for the guard. Throwing knives, which he keeps up his sleeve.

Abilities: Because he's part cat, miles has very fast reflexes, can hear very well, and can jump up walls. Miles is very skilled with a sword and a good aim with his knives.

History: Miles's father was a drunk sailor who, woke up one morning saw who he was sleeping with and fled back to the sea. Miles's mother was a barmaid who was more cat then human and tried to teach young miles why he's ears where diffrentfrom everyone else and why he didn't have a tail like his mother. Growing up in the back allys, Miles discovered his reflexes and speed during the duration of many fights that he got in and because of this he would take things from the market with out the vendors knowing.

One day miles ran to a open window after being spotted, and met his mentor: a crazy hat maker. The crazy hat maker, who he was refered to, taught miles the basics and how to use a sword. After the crazy hat maker died making his last hat, miles joined the empire for the money and a way to hopefully see his father one day.

All was not well however, miles was lazy to do any real fighting but, when he did he would beat all comers and all who made fun of his ears. So they sent miles as a street guard to try to get order in the slums and to silently listen in on traitors of the empire. But, for most of the day he would walk around the streets imagining himself as king of the empire and sometimes let small crimes would ignore small crimes happining all around him.

Description: 6 feet tall, Miles is thin, some muscles, and has black shaggy hair and is ambidextrous. Miles has a green left eye and a orange right eye always bright and alert, but completly useless in the dark. miles has no human ears he, keeps the sides of his covered with his hair to prevent any attention, and he covers his cat ears with a beret. he has a human face with pointy nose and visable cheek bones. because he likes to stay fast, he is lightly armoured and his rapier is is on his right side.

[beckowl]

Name: Rowan

Gender: Female (cross dresses as a male)

Age: 26

Race: 34% elf, 66% Human

Allegiance: Rebellion

Weapon of Choice: A Nagant M1895 revolver is always found by her side, though she has a tendency to pull out her Dao broadsword first. Which is a single-edged sword. She also carries a Katara up each sleeve.

Abilities: Well versed in Boxing as well as in a few styles of Kung Fu, including Northern Preying Mantis and Black Tiger. She also knows Fatal Flute, though she seldom possesses one, despite greatly enjoying the flute's sound. Also has nimble fingers from her childhood.

History: Born to an elvin father and human mother The father disappearing soon after her birth. Finding herself an only mother, she struggled to put food on the table for young Rowan, who soon understood and learned to find food for herself so as not to strain her mother. She quickly learned to be quick on her feet and faster with her hands, picking pockets and swiping small things off of counters in the slums of Theremal. She quickly learned the advantages of being mistaken for a boy (and besides this, rather preferred it) She was caught one day by a man she only knows as Leaf. Instead of beating her or turning her in, he instead decided to train her in many of the skills she now possesses. Though shooting a gun she picked up learned for herself (she enjoyed the loud noise it made) Leaf was killed for unknown reasons by a Thermallan Knight, and so she now walks the streets despising them and seeking revenge as well as an answer to the question she could never get- why he was training her at all. She now owns his old battered Viking helmet. (Leaf was of viking origin, supposedly) She does not know her mothers whereabouts, seeing as she returned one day to a note of "I'm sorry, Rowan" and an empty house.

Image and/or Description: Rowan stands at 5 foot 5 inches. She has lean toned muscles from the training from Leaf, which she now continues on her own. She has bright green eyes, that read only as being elvin. But besides her slightly pointed ears, she appears mostly human. She tends to normally dress rather androgynous, and gets mistaken for a guy. She tends to not talk a whole lot, mostly when needed. She doesn't trust people. She has shaggy brown hair that sometimes will show highlights if she is in the sun more. Her hair never gets longer than shoulder length, though normally is cut just to the ears. She has a light but thick leather armor she wears that is beaten and worn. She normally sports a red shirt underneath this, and light pants. She wears soft flat leather shoes. Her gun rests at her hip, and her sword is slung across her back. Though too big for her she also wears Leaf's Viking helmet, it has strings so normally it is just hanging from her neck on her back. Though she will wear it at times.(I may come back and post a picture at a later point, since I'm not all that great with words)

[Kriven]

All characters are wonderful Sorry for my tardiness, something happened that prohibited my access to the forum.

In any case, I will begin the roleplay in an hour or two. I hope you're all interested.

Oh, and Flippy, I'm not sure why, but I adore everything you've done with your neko thusfar. I look forward ot seeing him interact with the other characters.

[Dr.lightbulb]

Thanks for the compliment!!!!!!

[toby]

I thought this needed some spice. Here we go with character two. This one's staying loyal XD

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Name: Daniel Cutter

Age: 28

Race: Human

Allegience: Rebellion

Weapon of Choice: Heavily modified Holk & Checker S117, twin daggers, Guardian Force

Abilities: Expert marksman, known user of Guardian Force in combat to fragment his bullets in flight, creating miniature grenades, or alter their path slightly to make longer shots. It is unknown if these are the extent of his abilities. His daggers are a force to be reckoned with if forced into close combat, but he prefers staying at range.

History: Daniel had always been a strange boy - when he was angered, things tended to move around or shatter. At the age of nine, Daniel witnessed his parents brutal interrogation through a crack in the door. His father, accused of treason, was eventually carted off and never seen again. His mother was never the same, and never spoke again. He took to the streets, selling whatever he could make with scraps of wood and metal, just to put food on their table - most of it was bought out of pity, not quality. When he was twelve, his mother passed away, supposedly because she lost the will to live. He struck out on his own only days later, leaving the city and traveling to the Thrakk Forest to the west. He returned thirteen years later, wearing a strange outfit and carrying a foreign rifle. However, the biggest change was on the inside - he had discovered how to channel his Guardian Force through the rifle he carried.

Daniel blames the government for his mother's death, and suspects them of murdering his father. He intends to prove this and destroy them, and will kill anyone who gets in his way. He joined the rebellion not long after his return, seeing the opportunity it posed, and has since formed a strong alliance with several people who joined the rebel's for the same reason.

Description: Standing just shy of six feet tall, Daniel has shaggy brown hair that comes down over his blue eyes. He has small, flat ears and a rounded chin usually covered with a few days of beard growth. Athletically built, not weak but not immensely strong. Daniel is clad in a brown tunic made of an unknown fabric; it is light, and feels like sheep's fleece, but is harder than tanned leather. The tunic extends to his knees and it's sleeves to his wrists, where it meets fairly standard leather boots and fingerless gloves. A wide brimmed hat is kept low over his head, and a satchel of ammunition finds home by his hip. He never straps his rifle to him - he always carries it free.