forum The War. (Closed)
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@Vuclan-is-tired

Nearly five hundred years ago, planet Earth was destroyed. It was due to the fact of to much pollution, wars, and the amount of nuclear waste after WWIII. Luckily by then we had enough knowledge to send a group of people out into space. For four years, the ship wandered. Half of the crew survived. Only 10 made it to the planet of Corvixa. About a million light years away from the now deserted planet humans once called home, Corvixa had all we needed as humans to survive. Along with other forms of life. The people, a rather peaceful folk, welcomed the humans into the colony, healing us heal and recover. Teaching us their ways and customs through writings and pictures. They taught the humans their language, their customs, their beliefs. But they were flawed. Such were the humans. Wars between the colonies sprouted. And humanity was left alone once again. The remaining humans were left to travel and hopefully find peace. But they weren’t sure what was going to happen to them. And finally, they found paradise. They settled, and got to know the natives of the lands, and there was a city created, growing over time. They called it, “Evimeria”. Which, translated to “Prosperity.” And they were right. For the next few centuries, the city prospered, and it became well known as a place for The Chosen. Ah, now this is where it gets interesting. The Chosen are an elite group of people, chosen at birth to have some sort of power or strength. It could be Mind, Body, or Spirit. Becoming a Chosen was a high expectation, and a high honor. But now, the entire planet, and Corvixa's sister planets were taken over. Chosen were killed off one by one. Now only a few are left standing.

Rules:
Be kind. Any kind of rude or intolerable attitude will be removed from this rp. It's just not cool, okay?
This is rated Mature, gore, violence, blood, and others will be expected for this rp.
Please. No OP characters. Everyone has a weakness. Everyone has fears.
If I say no, I mean no for a good reason.
This is MY rp. ANYONE WHO COPIES IT, TAKES IT, OR USES IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSON. Well. Expect Hell.
Swearing is totally fine.
LGBT is always welcome in my rps.
I have taken a lot time and effort to create all of this, the worlds, the creations, the times and the species. I expect all of you to do the same in creating your characters and in your answers.
Three strikes and you're out.
Males exist. I would really like it if my character wasn't the only male.
Run something through me if you plan to make something big happen. I may or may not approve of it.
If you are going to ship with someone then you need to make sure it's alright with the other person. But romance isn't exactly the focus of this rp.

  • Mage: Mage's are healers and are highly needed in their groups of Chosen, without a healer you and your team will never survive. Aided by magic they are a support for their teams. (1/1)
  • Yosas: Chosen who are given the elements of either Earth, Air, Fire, Water, or Metal. These guys are the offenses and they are fighters and go through their entire lives going through training. (2/2)
  • Toas: Toas are warriors who are taken under apprenticeship. Toas are mostly defensive. Toas are given a weapon of their choice. (1/2)
  • Titans: Powerful tanks that are used for heavy artillery. These guys have heavy armor and are usually the ones lugging around the big tanks. (1/1)

Character Template:

Name: (Full Name)
Nicknames/Code names:
Birthdate:
Zodiac: (Astrological or Chinese)
Biological Gender:
Preferred Gender:
Age: (Between 20 and 25)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Role:
Appearance:
Personality:
Origin:
Handicaps: ([Ex: A limp, deafness, missing an eye] May be optional.)
Phobias:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Weapon:
Quirks:
Hobbies:
Habits:
Other:

Name: Atlas Kael Zephyr
Nicknames/Code names: 11025 (His training number) "Shadow" by close friends.
Birthdate: August 29th
Zodiac: (Astrological or Chinese) Virgo/ Dragon
Biological Gender: Male
Preferred Gender: Male
Age: 24
Sexuality: Bisexual with a preference for males
Role: Leader/ Yosa
Appearance: Atlas has long, deep indigo hair that reaches the middle of his back. It's usually kept back. The sides of his head are shaved with tribal markings etched on the side. He has sunkissed skin, that's littered with scars varying in size. He has deep blue eyes with thick and long lashes that are shaped in a downturned almond. Atlas is well build, muscular but agile. He's very quick on his feet. You usually see him in his Yosa robes, a black vest with gold etches into the fabric. Black pants that are easily moveable in, combat boots.
Personality: He's a solider, a leader, and a friend. He's someone that you can easily depend on for support, in battle or out of battle, as a chosen, and a yosa, he's much like his Element, water. Flowing, adaptable, kindhearted and respectful. He can read anyone, knowing their emotions and knows when someone is lying. He can be very serious and can be angered if pushed enough.
Origin: Atlas was taken from his family once he was claimed as a chosen. The mark appeared right on his forehead. He was trained his entire life to become a leader, a warrior and a chosen. He has become a good leader through trial and error. In fact his first mission was a failure since he was sent in to late. He was the only one to survive, and he escaped with more then just a few bruises.
Handicaps: Atlas has a faint limp in his right leg.
Phobias: Fear of being isolated, fear of failure
Strengths: Atlas is a very good leader, coolheaded, kind, witty and knows how to lead his men. He is able to fight for what he believes in. He's very self sufficient.
Weaknesses: At time she can be a bit rash, can be harsh, can crack under pressure. Mentions of his past failed missions will break him after a time. Never ask him about his limp.
Weapon: Broadsword
Quirks: Always seen with his hair up. Extremely talented with technology, photographic memory.
Hobbies: Training, training and more training. He loves to study books on warfare and battle strategy, along with a little sketching and jotting down memories.
Habits: Pacing, either when he's nervous, tapping his fingers against his biceps, biting his lips, messing with his ponytail.
Other: Has a little sister that is a normal Corvixian. She hasn't been seen since the planet was taken over and Atlas is extremely worried about her.

@croccin-champagne

Name: Fallon Xania Lavar
Nicknames/Code names: Pyro, Trigger, anything but her actual name.
Birthdate: December 20
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Biological Gender: Female
Preferred Gender: Female
Age: 24
Gender: ??Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Role: Yosa
Appearance: She has bright gold eyes underlined by heavy bags and tanned skin, and is covered in scars of various sizes. Her hair is a deep bronze, and cut to her shoulder blades. She stands at 5'8 and is well muscled, a mischievous smile often on her face. Her usual outfit is made up of a black cropped halter top, black leather pants, and boots.
Personality: Reckless, brash, and has no self preservation instincts at all. She's loud and kind of vulgar, which comes from hanging around the type of men she has in the past. Can be manipulative, and loves toying with people.
Origin: When the chosen mark appeared on her left shoulder blade, her parents were quick to get rid of her, and she was grateful. They were incredibly abusive, both mentally and physically, which has played into who she has become now.
Handicaps: Metal prosthetic right arm.
Phobias: Small spaces, canine creatures, and commitment.
Strengths: Speaks multiple languages fluently. Is a great actress.
Weaknesses: Almost never sleeps, and is incredibly reckless. Forgets to eat often.
Weapon: Dual pistols(If those are allowed. If not, I can change this.)
Quirks: Either has a great memory or a horrible one, and it's impossible to tell which it'll be. Children flock to her, and she tells great stories.
Hobbies: Drinking, chasing thrills, and getting into trouble.
Habits: Taps her thumb and middle finger on her right hand when bored or thinking. Will sometimes just randomly switch languages, without being aware of it.
Other: Almost always at least somewhat drunk, and keeps a flask tucked in her boot.

Let me know if there's anything that needs changed.

@RedTheLoveless

Name: Icarus Clark Wilson
Nicknames/Code names: 11803 (training number, right?), is called "Ink" by friends
Birthdate: March 13th
Zodiac: Pisces//Ox
Biological Gender: Male
Preferred Gender: Male
Age: 22
Sexuality: Pansexual
Role: Healer//Mage
Appearance: Storm-grey eyes and pale skin that oddly enough hardly burns. Has short, fluffy white hair with silver streaks. Stands at an average height of 5'9" and has a bit of a lighter weight at 135 lbs. Rectangular body frame with a slim but athletic-like build. Narrower shoulders and not much of an ass. Has markings that lead from the hairline on the back of his neck down and onto his shoulders and along with his soft jawline. Various (and honestly horrifying amounts) of scars all across his body, including a very noticeable one across his forehead leading down onto his left cheek. Icarus usually wears Mage robes, various shades of grey on top of a base of white make him easy to spot. He keeps a locket with him, one that remains on a gold chain on his neck all the time. Likes to wear a mask if he can.
Personality: Rather gentle, sweet, and kind-hearted, and he always tries to keep room in his heart for compassion. He derives joy from feeling helpful and useful. However, this does not stop him from being brutally honest when directly asked, no matter how polite he tries to be. He's rather emotional and sensitive, but has grown used to hiding that side of himself from others. He's quiet and submissive, but also very impulsive and occasionally reckless to a certain extent. Icarus tries to be funny and use humor to pass off his depression. He will try to mediate between two friends if they fight, and he tries his best to get fighting parties to understand the other side. Even so, he's quite the introvert, but he still likes to socialize in moderation. Surprisingly he's a bit too innocent and naive for his age.
Origin: His parents were killed off when he was just a young'un, and he was sent to live with his Aunt and Uncle. Since he was brought to them about the same age as their other children, they raised him as their own and erased any memory of his actual parents. Everything was going as well as it could in a rough household until Icarus was claimed as a Chosen. As Icarus was about to be taken away to be trained, his sibling-cousins approached him to say farewells. But instead of hugs and flowers, the gift they left him were tears and scars, as they were angry and jealous that out of all of them, the tiny, quiet, peace-loving runt was picked as a Chosen.
Handicaps: None at the moment but this can change.
Phobias: Being a burden, becoming useless, being abandoned, being manipulated
Strengths: Helping and supporting others, with and without his abilities. His love and compassion for other beings, especially the wellbeing of his teammates.
Weaknesses: Severe depression is a major kicker for him. Meek and timid. Not much of a fighter. Naivety. Easily manipulated.
Weapon: Staff
Quirks: He loves animals and animals love him, simple as that.
Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, training, meditating, gardening relaxing in blissful silence.
Habits: Flinches when anyone raises their voice or even does a friendly feint attack at him. Bounces his leg or picks at his fingernails when nervous. Scratches at his arms when severely anxious/paranoid/stressed. Covering his smile or laugh with his hand.
Other: He will absolutely, under no circumstances, never fight back if someone hits him. If someone does hit him, he thinks he deserves it and takes it as a form of punishment.

@EmptyNebula group

Name: Flame Wagner
Nicknames/Code names: Eight
Birthdate: August 25
Zodiac: Tiger
Biological Gender: Male
Preferred Gender: Male
Age: 21
Sexuality: Polysexual
Role: Toas
Appearance: 5'11, wide and broad shoulders that have been crafted from years of carrying things on them, heart shaped face with a small widow's peak at the top that he's self-conscious about, He has an industrial ear piercing with an arrow ear ring, olive skin, inverted triangle body shape, wavy auburn man bun that changes to fawn near the bottom. He usually never takes it out of that style unless he is sleeping, aqua marine eyes emboldened by a cut on his left eyebrow near the end of it, cleft chin, is usually seen wearing Taos robes that are dark green at the bottom and fades into deep blue on the way up. Under them he wears a silver turtle neck and copper sweatpants that can pass off easily as regular pants, his chosen mark appeared on his right thigh so he got tattoos covering them from his right shoulder to his right shin, leaving his whole right side covered in tattoos, he wears metallic visor sunglasses that he sometimes takes off
Personality: Confident, brave, easy to win others trust, reliable, loyal, vigilant, valiant, hasty, aggressive when the time comes, responsible, stable, straightforward but also awkward while speaking, careful and cautious, proud and sometimes arrogant, curious, if given the choice whether to save three family members or one stranger he would choose the latter
Origin: Born into a stingy family that didn't show their true colors until he was chosen. They acted as if he was their best child, hoping that they would grow up and give them many benefits. They put him in boarding school after school, making sure he was fluent in at least five other languages and had a vast knowledge of different topics. Once the mark came in while he was at sports practice, his parents changed their whole personality towards him in a mixture of jealousy and rage. To this day Flame still doesn't know why they were angered with him but he dealt with it. They refused to call him their son any longer so he was left to fend for himself without any support from his parents.
Handicaps: Robotic left leg that can withstand 300 pounds of added weight.
Phobias: Loud noises like a train coming by or a helicopter flying overhead
Strengths: Using the skills that he learned as a child to his advantage in many good ways
Weaknesses: Short-tempered, hasty, impatient
Weapon: Scorpion whip
Quirks: Sleeps the furthest away from the door and sleeps with a heavy blanket all year long no matter how hot
Hobbies: He actually doesn't have any, if he has any extra time, he uses it for whatever he can use it for.
Habits: Any time he learns some new fact, he write it down no matter how small it is in his notebook that he carries around,
Other: He has slight PTSD with loud noises. He was in a training room, testing out his physical strengths and weaknesses, when in the room nearby they were training with swords and gun-like weapons. They apparently missed the target because the next thing he knew was that he was in an operating room getting his left leg removed. That same leg was replaced and ever since, he still has the phantom feeling of that leg.

@Vuclan-is-tired

I was going to ask you if you could change that part with the PTSD to something else. Like in training something happened. Mainly due to that fact.