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saladloveSo. I'm officially an uncle, and in celebration, I guess here's a sign up with a bit of an intro to let you know a bit about what you're signing up for? Also, look. We've revived the plauge.
The Culling is the test to determine whether someone is a true hero, or just a remarkable person. One has to down a horrible tasting concoction consisting of: the blood of a troll, a halverish egg, and the soul of a reaper. The group to be Culled must extract these ingredients however they see fit. Evil or corrupt people often choose to kill these beings. Good or pure people usually try to do anything to prevent having to kill these poor beings. Heroes don't feel anything from it. Anything else goes through unbearable pain. Those that don't survive are given a hero’s burial. Once The Culling is complete, the heroes select names to go by, as tradition dictates that heroes give up all identity and start anew.
My own Culling was truly interesting. I was there with 2 other people. Red, as I called her, was a tiny little spitfire with hair the color of blood and eyes like blue diamonds, I think she was from Metascolla. She had a perfectly innocent demeanor, but she was a spell weaver, and a vicious one at that. I firmly believed she was evil based on the way she set the forest troll ablaze and ripped it limb from limb with her whirlwinds. It was painful to watch, but she got the job done. When all was good and done, she settled on Furiosa
The other fellow, I nicknamed Whisper, which he stuck with, due to his insatiable need to talk. He was a tall and sort of spindly fellow with shaggy brown hair and a smile that never went away, apparently from Halveria. He was the master of impossible shots, taking the captain of a ship of buccaneers’ head off with his pistol from the edge of cannon distance while we were on our way to his homeland for the halverish. When we found a halverish nest, he clipped the mother’s wing while Red grabbed the egg.
I myself was fairly deadly with a sword thanks to my days in the Spoila Cru army and the campaigns in The Colonies, though I owe my strength to my heroic blood. I was strong enough back then to put the reaper’s steed on its side despite being off my rocker. Red and Whisper were out cold so it was all me. While it was trapped under its horse I plunged my sword into its chest and pulled out the firey soul it housed. I scrambled away and grabbed my fellow recruits. It wasn't long before it was back on its horse, hunting for a replacement soul. I chose Soul Stealer for my name.
We made it back to The Master, Archon, who oversaw our Culling and recruitment. He produced some sort of ceremonial goblet, poured the troll’s blood in, cracked the halverish’s egg emptying the contents within, and dropped the soul of the reaper into it. The drink bubbled up before settling. He passed it to Red who took a sip. Her face scrunched up and she gagged. She pushed it towards Whisper, who took a long drink from it. The fact that he seemed to want more still confounds me. Archon took it from him and passed it to me. I finished it off, a decision I still regret. The taste was bitter, only describable as someone stabbing your throat with a million little needles and lighting a hellfire inside your stomach. Luckily, we all enjoyed being, well, heroes. From there, Archon taught us the ways of the hero. And now, my recruits, I must ask you. Who are you?
http://m.ctrlv.in/764088 (theres a map. It'll be useful)
1. Name:
2. Heroic Alias should you survive The Culling:
3. School of choice [One person gets all, a few get 2, the rest get 1 (Magic, Range, or Strength)]:
4. Appearance:
5. Homeland [Select a country from the map please(feel free to come up with a town)]:
6. Any Backstory?:
7. Weapon/Magic description [Ask and I'll give you a list of options if you're uncreative(Please describe your primary thing. Strength primaries should describe a melee weapon, range a range, magic two or three spells)]:
8. Quirks?:
9. Shippable? If a specific person, list?:
10. Alignment (Good or Evil? Pure or Corrupted? Good and Corrupt, Evil and Pure are options for combinations as well):
EDIT: I WILL THROW IN OR MAKE CHARACTERS OF ALL ALIGNMENTS. JUST BECAUSE HEROES, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD PEOPLE. BEING EVIL WON'T MAKE YOU THE ANTAGONIST (in case any of you thought that) XD
EDIT 2: Plz, no more Unclaimed Islands, or magicians, they make up. Like Half of the group.
The Culling is the test to determine whether someone is a true hero, or just a remarkable person. One has to down a horrible tasting concoction consisting of: the blood of a troll, a halverish egg, and the soul of a reaper. The group to be Culled must extract these ingredients however they see fit. Evil or corrupt people often choose to kill these beings. Good or pure people usually try to do anything to prevent having to kill these poor beings. Heroes don't feel anything from it. Anything else goes through unbearable pain. Those that don't survive are given a hero’s burial. Once The Culling is complete, the heroes select names to go by, as tradition dictates that heroes give up all identity and start anew.
My own Culling was truly interesting. I was there with 2 other people. Red, as I called her, was a tiny little spitfire with hair the color of blood and eyes like blue diamonds, I think she was from Metascolla. She had a perfectly innocent demeanor, but she was a spell weaver, and a vicious one at that. I firmly believed she was evil based on the way she set the forest troll ablaze and ripped it limb from limb with her whirlwinds. It was painful to watch, but she got the job done. When all was good and done, she settled on Furiosa
The other fellow, I nicknamed Whisper, which he stuck with, due to his insatiable need to talk. He was a tall and sort of spindly fellow with shaggy brown hair and a smile that never went away, apparently from Halveria. He was the master of impossible shots, taking the captain of a ship of buccaneers’ head off with his pistol from the edge of cannon distance while we were on our way to his homeland for the halverish. When we found a halverish nest, he clipped the mother’s wing while Red grabbed the egg.
I myself was fairly deadly with a sword thanks to my days in the Spoila Cru army and the campaigns in The Colonies, though I owe my strength to my heroic blood. I was strong enough back then to put the reaper’s steed on its side despite being off my rocker. Red and Whisper were out cold so it was all me. While it was trapped under its horse I plunged my sword into its chest and pulled out the firey soul it housed. I scrambled away and grabbed my fellow recruits. It wasn't long before it was back on its horse, hunting for a replacement soul. I chose Soul Stealer for my name.
We made it back to The Master, Archon, who oversaw our Culling and recruitment. He produced some sort of ceremonial goblet, poured the troll’s blood in, cracked the halverish’s egg emptying the contents within, and dropped the soul of the reaper into it. The drink bubbled up before settling. He passed it to Red who took a sip. Her face scrunched up and she gagged. She pushed it towards Whisper, who took a long drink from it. The fact that he seemed to want more still confounds me. Archon took it from him and passed it to me. I finished it off, a decision I still regret. The taste was bitter, only describable as someone stabbing your throat with a million little needles and lighting a hellfire inside your stomach. Luckily, we all enjoyed being, well, heroes. From there, Archon taught us the ways of the hero. And now, my recruits, I must ask you. Who are you?
http://m.ctrlv.in/764088 (theres a map. It'll be useful)
1. Name:
2. Heroic Alias should you survive The Culling:
3. School of choice [One person gets all, a few get 2, the rest get 1 (Magic, Range, or Strength)]:
4. Appearance:
5. Homeland [Select a country from the map please(feel free to come up with a town)]:
6. Any Backstory?:
7. Weapon/Magic description [Ask and I'll give you a list of options if you're uncreative(Please describe your primary thing. Strength primaries should describe a melee weapon, range a range, magic two or three spells)]:
8. Quirks?:
9. Shippable? If a specific person, list?:
10. Alignment (Good or Evil? Pure or Corrupted? Good and Corrupt, Evil and Pure are options for combinations as well):
EDIT: I WILL THROW IN OR MAKE CHARACTERS OF ALL ALIGNMENTS. JUST BECAUSE HEROES, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD PEOPLE. BEING EVIL WON'T MAKE YOU THE ANTAGONIST (in case any of you thought that) XD
EDIT 2: Plz, no more Unclaimed Islands, or magicians, they make up. Like Half of the group.
Itsa Sol/Sadie too lazy to sign in
Date: 2016-05-31 07:39 pm (UTC)Heroic alias should I survive: Dayglow
School of choice: Magic and strength
Appearance: Very pale white skin, Rather tall with dark brown shaggy hair, usually wears dark clothing and occasionally wears different masks for fun. Has silverish eyes with green flecks.
Homeland: some random village on The unclaimed islands
Back story: uh.... Hm.... *shrug emote*
Weapon/magic description: A sharpened spear that I am able to light on fire with my burst spell that ignites anything I'm touching. And a darkness spell that I can use to temporarily blind enemies.
Quirks: Usually very quiet and to myself, though will go great lengths to save a teammate also will use anything to cover my face when bored.
Shippable: Why the hell not?
Alignment: Good and corrupt
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Date: 2016-06-02 03:11 pm (UTC)Name Matthew Cool
Alias should I survive:Medallion's Curse
School of choice: Magic and Strength
Appearance: Pale skin, wears usually only dark colors and a medallion around the neck that never changes, tall around 6' 2", usually wears wraps for shoes.
Homeland: Arthnred on Morley
Back story: A natural born adventurer that got curious about the unclaimed islands and decided to go on a scouting trip, wound up falling into a cave and finding a corpse with a medallion around it, as he went to leave he felt off but decided to ignore it as he climbed out of the cave. After he escaped the cave he had the worst best luck. He almost died twelve times that day to several rabid animals. Yet they all died instead of himself. He decided on coincidence upon returning home.
Weapon/magic: A sharpened spear that he picked up along the way, a burst spell that lights all that he touches on fire, and a darkness spell used to temporarily blind enemies.
Quirks: Very protective of the amulet, very sneaky, likes to play pranks and is very off balance, tends to sway back and forth occasionally as he walks. Never ceases to smile even when things seem horrible.
Shippable: Of course
Alignment: Good&Corrupt
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