forum The Last Hope of Evras (Still Open!)

Started April 25, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

tune

is it too late for me to join?

Nope

coolio i’ll have a character form up in a bit

Name: Kaliyah Arkos
Nickname(s): Kali, Liya, Ark
Age (17-25): 19
Sexuality: biromantic
Occupation: Blacksmith but that is a cover for her actual occupation, she is an Assassin
Mage?: yes
If so, what magic: she is able to use water abilities and can imitate the physical abilities of any animal
Weapon(s): she uses bow and arrows and is skilled with knives. She also has a garrote disguised as a necklace
Eye color: dark green, cat like eyes
Hair color: black with a streak of silver she's had since birth
Body Type: skinny but flexible
Clothing: https://pin.it/jiu22negcwcsnm with black leather boots that have a hidden compartment for 2 small knives
Personality: Kaliyah is an ambivert. She likes to converse with people who come by the blacksmiths but is also known to stay quiet in certain situations. Kaliyah is known to most as Liya but in her assassin getup, she is known as Tidal
Flaws: sometimes she is too much of a perfectionist, she becomes distant and cold when she is hurt
Fears: spiders, being killed by the kings army, hitting those she loves
Other: she has a falcon named Deimos that normally helps her deliever messages and hunt

Name: Chrysanthemum
Nickname(s): Chrysi, Chrysa
Age (17-25): 19
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: Guard
Mage?: Yes
If so, what magic: Transformation of her body into another creature. Only one creature at a time and it she will always keep the basic human body structure. If she has to add or change limbs (Like make her legs into a tail to swim faster or add wings) it takes a lot longer and hurts a lot more.
Weapon(s): Glaive
Eye color: Pale red
Hair color: Inky black that is very short and choppy as she does it herself.
Body Type: She's very lean and muscular from years of training. Stands at around 5'4".
Clothing: A light breathable tunic, pants, boots, and a metal chest plate with a left shoulder guard. She wears metal arm guards as well, but her opinion is always the lighter the better.
Personality: She acts serious most of the time, focusing on training. She doesn't smile often if at all, in public at least. When she's alone or with friends that's a different story.
Flaws: Her anger gets the best of her most of the time. She has a tendency to be reckless and jump into action at the slightest of things.
Fears: She fears getting caught by the king, for a lot of different reasons.
Other: She may be a guard, but she has contacts all over. Mainly keeping track of mages that could be either useful or in risk of being caught.

Name: Thomas Mitchell
Nickname(s): Tom, Tommy
Age (17-25): 21
Sexuality: gay
Occupation: carpenter, but is also an artist (he doesn’t really make any money off his art so it’s more of a hobby)
Mage?: nah
If so, what magic:
Weapon(s): he is actually quite good at archery so a bow
Eye color: hazel
Hair color: strawberry blond
Body Type: scrawny and tall with long limbs, about 6’ 0”
Clothing: Loose, not very expensive clothing with sturdy shoes. (this is medieval-ish, right?)
Personality: Thomas is a nice guy through and through. He is a bit of a crybaby sometimes because he gets attached easily, and he loves animals. He is thoughtful and a hopeless romantic. He’s super creative and artistic and can make art out of just about anything. He’s a weird combination of prideful and humble because he likes to show off but then feels embarrassed about showing off. Thomas feels that he needs to help no matter what and so sometimes does stupid things or goes overboard. He is friendly and kind but super shy around guys he likes (though he tries to hide it). He’s emotionally intelligent but logically not so much. Pretty happy-go-lucky most of the time.
Flaws: He is headstrong, a terrible liar, and tends to forget about himself in favor of others. Low self-esteem (though he’d never admit it).
Fears: Everyone hating him and his friends dying
Other:

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It was announced all through the land, the King was looking for champions to complete a quest, a quest to end the war and in the end, the abominations plaguing the world, known as the mages. It struck hope and fear into the hearts of the citizens of Evras. The mortals were overjoyed that it was all going to come to an end. The mages, well they were very afraid. Many stepped forward, but only a small group was accepted. And so, they were brought before their King and the Heir to the throne.
The throne room as vast, glorious. Pure gold was melted into intricate designs on the wall and ceiling. Guards were lined against the walls, perfectly still, stoic. They were armed to the teeth, though the only weapon that was visible was a sword strapped to their sides. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glittering with hundreds of lit candles. Against the wall, centered, was throne seated on a dais. Behind the throne was a beautiful stained glass window going from floor to ceiling. Seated on the throne, sat a man in elegant clothing, one suited for a king. On top of his greying hair sat a crown. His elbow was propped on the armrest, caressing his chin. His son, who looked so much like the king, stood on his right, just two steps below, arms behind his back, a sword strapped to his side. If not for his clothing and the crest on his lapel, he could easily be another guard. Advisors stood to the side, silent. The volunteers that had been accepted were pushed forward. The King sat silently as he watched them bow before him. Longer than it should have taken him, he said finally, "Rise, my subjects."
The King stared down any who dared raise their eyes to meet his. After a long pause, he spoke again. His voice was hoarse but firm. It was a voice that could send fear into his victims with only a few words. "You all have volunteered for this dangerous quest of mine. You will infiltrate enemy territory. You will kill their queen. Without their queen, they will be sent into a rampage. They will have no one to turn too. My son, Elias, will order you what to do next if you make it that far. If you succeed, you will return with eternal glory and riches. But if you fail, run as far as you can go, because if you are caught, I will deliver the killing blow myself.
"See to it that they are all given rooms. Bathe them and give them dinner. Clothe them. Tomorrow, they will be set out on their journey." The King stood and walked down the dais. His advisors followed behind him. The Crowned Prince stepped forward, his hand resting on his sword.
"You are all here for a reason. Revenge, glory, the riches. No matter what it is, do not let it get in the way of this mission. I don't have time to train the lot of you, so I hope for all our sakes you are ready. You will do what I say, when I say. If you try to argue, you will likely find my sword lodged in your throat." Elias stood passively, little emotion crossing his face. "Go, eat and rest well, it likely that will be last time in a very long time. You will be measured for your armor, it is up to you how much or little you wear, whether it be metal or leather. You will also have your choice of weapons. But let me warn you, shall you try to cause harm to the King or anyone else of the royal family, including myself, you will die a most painful way."
With a beckoning gesture, maids approached. They all went to their respective volunteer. "You are all dismissed." Elias left no room for questions. He turned on his heel and left the throne room. The maids lead the volunteers to their rooms, all on the same floor, separated by male and female. They were bathed and fed, then instructed to sleep as much as they could. The maids took their leave, though guards were stationed outside.

Chrysa entered her temporary room. This was most certainly and upgrade from the guards quarters. She flopped down on her back to the ceiling, like she was going to sleep tonight. She had other things to do, maybe talk to the other volunteers.

Liya sighed and lay in her bed staring g at the ceiling. She didnt know why she bothered to join but at least the beds were much more comfortable than the hard wooden bench she slept on

Name: Rosalynn Taylor
Nickname(s): Rose, the Dark Star, Eris
Age (17-25): 19
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Mercenary
Mage?: Yes
If so, what magic: Shadow manipulation
Weapon(s): Two knives that she usually straps to her thighs, a bow of ebony wood, really anything she can get her hands on
Eye color: Bright blue
Hair color: Black
Body Type: Slender, willowy
Face: https://a.wattpad.com/cover/6070504-288-k283101.jpg
Clothing: Usually a tunic and leggings, but as a mercenary she wears tight black pants, a hooded jacket and knee high boots. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f1/23/b0/f123b09d4a87fae4678f4c8448eed34a.jpg) She always has her knives tucked into her boots, though, so she is always armed.
Personality: Rose is calm, cool and sarcastic. She can keep her wits about her under pressure, and she is always ready to find the loopholes in anything anyone says to her. She is dark, manipulative and cunning, and is willing to do whatever she can to get what she wants. She is a powerful enemy, and all of her nemesis seem to vanish.
Flaws: She is way too cocky at times, and always thinks that she can do everything without people, or help.
Fears: Being left alone, the king, being abandoned
Other: She hates people, unless you pay her. Then, she tolerates you.