The Eight (Copied and pasted from the Sporum. Because screw it, I'm lazy.)

A world of mystical arts and armies, of beings both mundane and fantastical, of heroes and villains! Before we go any further, I am sure you have some questions. For starters, the person who was giving us our intro? He goes by a few names, including the Crimson Demon and the Guardian of Flame, but to those who know him by more than his reputation, he is Joshua. Some claim he is a descendant of the Elves from long ago, while others say he is one of the few gods who still wanders the planet. However, all can agree that he is a being who relies almost too much on his luck, spends too much money on his favorite drink (moonshine), and... Is an absolute terror in battle. 

Another question you might have is what the elements Joshua mentioned are. Well, that's a rather simple question to answer. There are eight different elements (Joshua's favorite number will appear often throughout this), and... Well, here. I'll go into a little bit of detail on them, including their uses by mages:


Ah, yes. Recently (like, for only a week), monsters have been appearing all over Saodin. They are terrorizing the towns and villages, destroying families and farms, and are thus far basically, as far as we know, an unstoppable plague on the land. Why they are appearing and why they are appearing now is thus far unknown. 


Saodin is a pretty big, diverse place. It's mostly just one huge continent, with islands surrounding it. But, for the sake of time (and my imagination), I will only be detailing the eight great magic cities. 

Anywho, yeah. I was lazy and just copy-pasted this from it's original home. Might fix some typos later, but other than that... Why fix something if it isn't broken? PLEASE, DO NOT RESERVE HEROES. I know it's silly, but gog. If you people think you can reserve things, you procrastinate, and it's just. 8luh. Awful. If you do get through over half of your sheet and I find it acceptable, then I will consider allowing you to reserve that Hero spot; otherwise, nope.

...

Also want to make sure you all realize that this isn't some "oh ho, there are only eight spots and I missed them boohoo" RP. After the rather short Prologue (BECAUSE GOG I SCREWED UP LAST TIME I'M SORRY), we'll be accepting more characters. They just won't be as plot-important or powerful as the Heroes can be. Although, then again... Shade did have a rather plot-relevant character who wasn't a Hero last time. I guess that it just depends?

I really should stop writing when I'm sick; I can't make up my mind.

Oh god this looks awesome. I don't know how long it'll take me to get a sheet in, but first I'll have to choose between Air, Earth, Water, or Bio...

YES

SHEET TIME

YES.

Name: Geal Oliusia
Gender: FEMALE OH GOD BURN IT
Age: 16.1 (I had to think about this, hope it's okay.)
Magic: Light
Appearance: As far as her height and weight are concerned, she is fairly average for a 16 year old girl, though she's slightly more muscular from some training she has under taken growing up. Her light brown hair is kept short, and neatly kept away from her field of vision in a small pony tail. Her eyes are a fairly viberant green which appear fairly reflective in the sunlight. Her face is fairly clear of complexion problems, quite fortunate for her age. (and the hygine of the period) Her figure is otherwise fairly uninteresting, especially because she makes sure to wear a robe that makes her appear fairly genderless and otherwise like a non-descript person. The robe itself is white, with red trim along the outer edges, and is kind enough to come with a hood, and be made of wool, in the event it starts raining. She also makes sure to wear utalitarian leather boots, in the event she needs to go tromping around in said rain.
Bio: She was born to a small, farming family. She obviously, then, spent time helping her otherwise childless parents with tending to their crops, and occasionally, with the extermination of how does one say... unfavorable wild animals who liked to attack the families livestock. However, she didn't spend more than seven years of her life doing this, before it was discovered that she might have some latent magical ability, and was sent to the city of Sola with the entirety of her parent's savings being spent, so that she might have a chance to better herself as a mage of light. She showed enough promise, thankfully, to get accepted into the school, where she has been training her magical ability ever since, though she always tries to keep herself atleast slightly physically fit, as no mage should ever need to rely on help to solve simple problems in her opinion.
Weapon of Choice: Morningstar
Other: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ) Large and incharge. ;D

Well... well this came out... I appologize, it's really, really bad... (Though I think an improvement over last time's, if that helps.)

I'd accept it if there wasn't a... Oh hey look, it's good.

Yay, I'm not useless.

Torn between Dark and Earth.

On the one hand, a temptor or rogue is appealing, but on the other...ebing able to conjure up sandstorms would be pretty damn cool.

And Fire's Master form is just plain badass. Very few problems cannot be solved with a direct application of friggin lightning.

See, I give you people the basics and all of a sudden sandstorms and lightning everywhere.

...

I'm going to have to make a Dr. Evil character now.

Is Dark going to have a useful master ability this time?


Name: Tamuz
Gender: M
Age: 16 (Ah, I see what you did there)
Magic: Darkness
Appearance: Tamuz is five feet five inches tall, with the pale skin of someone who doesn't see the sun much. Everything about him is in varying shades of black or gray. His hair is jet black and cut chin-length. His close-fitting robes are charcoal gray with pencil lead-gray trim. His belt is black with an black iron buckle. Even his eyes are curiously black (although from certain angles, they just look like a really really dark blue). He wears black leather ghillies (simply made one-piece leather shoes held together by their lacing; very comfortable, very quiet) and pale gray leg wraps. Actually, there is one thing that isn't black. His hand wraps. They're crimson.
Bio: It all started with Tamuz's mother. (No duh.) You see, she was unable to bear children, so she prayed to Grace to give her a son. But she didn't get Grace on the other end of that prayer; she got Adriana instead. Adriana said that if she would give her the child to be raised in the temple, she would give her a son. Tamuz's mother consented, and the pact was made. Nine months later, Tamuz was delivered to the temple. There, he was trained/raised (same difference, really) in a very much Shaolin-esque fashion, initially in preparation to become a temple guard. But he showed a surprising amount of cunning, brutality, and traits that in general one wouldn't want to hone in a kid - that is, unless you were grooming him for a job with the temple of darkness. So, hey worked himself up to some higher-level training, and that's pretty much his life now. He's looking forward to getting out of the training and on to beating some stuff up for the glory of Adriana.
Weapon of Choice: Chain whips; meteor hammers/manriki-gusari also work, but the chain whip is what he normally carries. He'll graduate to double chain whips after the prologue.
Other: ::::) It's a happy spider! (Legs edit: Hero of Dark)

Water
Water

Water

Mine/discussion.

aura kthxbai

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Didn't I say no reserving? Gog damn people.

not reserving


stating that's what am makin.

Oh okay. Sorry.

Hey look I can use Copy Paste too.

Name: Aecor
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Magic: Water
Appearance: Aecor is tallish with blond hair. He wears a white robe which is embroidered in the back with two intertwined snakes, probably to represent the push and pull of the ocean, though only he could tell you what it means for sure. For some reason he wears black gauze around his right hand, though he most certainly is not injured, why his right hand? Probably because he is right handed. He isn't particularly strong, but not weak either, just pretty average. When he was working he wa usually constantly drenched in water.
Bio: Aecor comes from a dock city built on a sandbar. Its basically a series of platforms connected to the floor with large beams. The platforms are connected to each other via rope bridges. Pretty much everyone that lives there works as a fisher of some sort, whether it be simple fishing or deep sea. When Aecor turned 15 his friends and family put him through the unofficial coming of age ceremony which consisted of throwing him off the dock and into the ocean. The town, if you would even call it that, itself is actually incredibly small. Theres maybe 7ish family's that live on it and the size of the place is maybe slightly smaller than a housing development block.
One of the other traditions of the town is that when a boy turns 15 his father teaches him to sail. So well yeah he learned to sail. I probably forgot to mention that Aecor was BORN on this dock. He had NEVER seen land besides the small sandbar the city is built on. The only people he has ever met are the family's that live on the dock too and he knows all their names. I guess you could say that he is a bit ignorant about everything, he's never seen any bad things happen, or anything. I guess you could say he'd been living in his own little paradise. About 5 weeks ago Aecor's Father told him it was time he learned to be a mage and told him that when he was his age his parents told him to pack his stuff and go on an adventure to the city of Aquilla. So Aecor went, it took him 3 weeks of toilsome sailing until he saw land for the first time. You could say it blew him away. He eventually began his training and that was that.
Weapon of Choice: Dual Chakrams (Don't ask me why, but they are awesome.)
Other: :::;) Now give me my cookie!

Name: Cain

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Magic: Dark

Appearance:

Cain has a gaunt, emaciated look about him. His jawbone protrudes slightly , and his chin has the faintest trace of hair growing on it. Stubble has sprouted up and down his jaw, but he sadly has yet to develop a mustache. His left eye is a dark brown, and his right eye is concealed by an eyepatch. His teeth are slightly crooked, and upon closer inspection look a bit sharper than they should.
He is rather lanky, and if his naked body is viewed, he’s a bit underfed. His hair is too long, mainly in the back but just long enough in the front to be annoying. At least, it was. The front has a rather jagged haircut from where he sliced his locks off with a dagger. Barbers be damned.
He normally wears plain dark brown or black robes, although enjoys having a hooded cape. Typically, the hood is down, but at night he flips it up. It’s…comforting. He has a rather nice pair of boots that he takes good care of, perhaps because decent medieval footwear is hard to come by. Hanging from his belt is a dagger, which is curved and serrated. It’s rather menacing, and he usually tucks it away to avoid awkward stares.
He moves slowly, looking all around as he does so. There is normally the faintest of smiles on his face, but it doesn’t ever seem joyful. If you look into his eye while he’s smiling, it seems more of a smug grin.
Bio:
From a young age, Cain was fascinated by alcohol. The way that a few drinks could make a man lose his inhibitions, a shot could bring off a woman’s clothes (and her dignity, subsequently), how the wisest and fairest would be the most base and vulgar. He managed to get a job working with a bartender, sweeping floors and cleaning up blood and vomit from bar fights. It was rather sickening work, yes, but the pay was decent and he got to view mankind at its worse. Watch chaos unfold, watch people dissolve.
He took an interest in how things fell apart, and how they went back together. He’d sit in the shadows and watch the sober go into complete drunken revelry. He’d notice the trends of ex-lovers’ sob stories, or what could really get a man angry. It fascinated him, the way it worked. Perhaps, in a way, he was a psychologist.

More likely a sadist…if there’s a difference.
Cain found he had a slight talent for Dark magic, and kept it mostly to himself. Nights when the bar was going slow, and the barkeep was out, he’d make wagers. He’d know when the regulars were drunk enough to be terrible at cards or dice or when the whores were pathetic enough to spare him a few extra coin for a tip.
He found himself slowly almost becoming nocturnal. Something about the darkness appealed to him. The full moon. The shadows. The howls of wolves in the distance and the cessation of life. At night, he felt alive.
Things seemed to become more alive. In the early hours of the morning, when the drunks had staggered off to their homes and the barkeep fell asleep, exhausted, he’d work his talent. He couldn’t do much, at first, but slowly began to grow (Let me know to what extent dark magic extends, by the way. I don’t want to godmod here). He began to find he could do trickier things. When people sat in the shadows, he could toy with them a bit better. When someone closed their eyes, for a split second, and all they saw was darkness…he could’ve sworn if he tried hard enough, he could make them flinch. Fear something.
Then, however, he started to lose it a bit.
It really only started on the winter solstice. Darkest of the day of the year. Festival in his town, as it would turn out, and the bar was overflowing with activity. Cain kept feeling this strange…tug. A pull. Some kind of magnetism drawing him away. He slipped out when his boss wasn’t looking.
The darkness, all around…it was a new moon. Most of the torches had burned down. He felt this weird tingling, a kind of electric charge run through him. He moved further and further into the shadows, getting to as dark a place as he could. The pulsation felt better. He hadn’t tried his magic in a while, but he did it and it was near effortless. He made a small ball of shadow, and with the slightest of strain he solidified it. He hadn’t been able to do that before-ever. He hurled it at a tree and snapped off a branch.
Suddenly, he began to hear something. He passed it off as a drunken man’s singing, but it persisted. He realized it wasn’t from the outside. It was from the inside. There was a whispering in his head, impossible to understand.

This was when Cain was 14. The intensity of that rush caused him to pass out, and when he woke up in the woods the next day, he could only remember glimpses. Another year came and went, and Cain tried (and, more often than not, failed) to hone his talent. He considered moving to Lunoli, where he could truly be taught, but the barkeep was rather selfish, and Cain was hardly breaking even in terms of profits.
Eventually, however, he began to hear the whispers in his head again. At times he was disoriented, confused. He couldn’t tell where he was at times, and at several points the barkeep inquired as to his strange behaviours. He found himself obsessing over the smallest of things. When the last patron left, he had to put out all the candles as quick as he could (not like he had problems getting around in the dark). He found himself talking to no one on several occasions-when he wasn’t working, he holed himself in his room, making the shadows dance (as much as he could).
The whispers started back as the winter solstice came round again-his powers had been waning for quite a while, but now they felt…stronger. Growing. When the night came, he could finally understand the whispers. ADRIANAADRIANAADRIANAADRIANAADRIANA.
The barkeep. The barkeep…wretched, evil man. Sick. Absuing him. Starving him. The guests were few and far between. The festival fell on a different eve this year.
The whispers were TEARING OPEN HIS SKULL. The shadows started melting. They became people. ADRIANA. What was with these cretins, they treated him like SCUM, no one liked him.
The look on the barkeep’s face was PRICELESS. As the darkness twisted around his hand and ADRIANA grabbed his wrist and plunged the dagger through his eye socket. He pulled it out.
The voices were a symphony now, louder than anything. The whispers drowned out everything. He fell down, clutching at his skull until it bled. It was painful ,now, where before it was ecstatic. ADRIANA. ADRIANA. ADRIANA.
The knife melted into oblivion. The voices stopped, suddenly, and Cain almost cried. They told him he must atone for Adriana. That he must pay an eye for an eye.
Cain clawed his eye out. It burst into shadow, but suddenly, suddenly the voices were…distant. And his bloody eye, it was like he could…SEE. Things made sense. Things felt normal. He didn’t feel as drained, the shadows were inside of him now, you see, because now he only SAW shadow. He asked quietly for Adriana, and the voices came back. He felt something sew over his eye, then gently felt it. A patch. A cloth patch.
He left it there. To Lunoli he began, mere hours later.
Since, the whispers have been off and on. The shadows always bring them out, but they don’t hurt Cain anymore.
Weapon of Choice: Cloak and dagger. Poison. He dislikes upfront combat, and is quite skilled at sneaking around. He’s quite charismatic when he needs to be, and can hide his mental instabilities quite well. Whether it is merely schizophrenia or Adriana physically using him can be up to you, but either way he can be quite persistent when it comes to his goal. If his goal is to kill someone, his willpower will stop when he’s dead, or his enemy is. Determination to the point of idiocy.
Other: If you would prefer it NOT be Adriana, I will read up on schizophrenia and do my best to convey it accurately, lest Osaka devour my soul.

Okay so I'm reviving this. PHOENIX DOWN BITCHES!

Let's see... Shade, I assume that you are trying to make the Hero of Dark. Great sheet... But I'm afraid Eo got his together beforehand (WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY beforehand, actually)... So the spot goes to him. Sorry Shade.

I'll be running around and checking character sheets so I might actually get around to adding them to the OP (or one of the reserves)! Yipee.

PLOT IDEAS AND VILLAINS AND WHEEEEEEE SO BEAUTIFUL

Awesomes.

I'll start on my sheet while I still have time left to justify procrastinating on homework.

LETS GET THIS ROLLING, BITCHES.

Wait how many sheets are in do you need one more should I make one I think I should anyway but I don't know until someone tells me what to do because that's how I roll.

BY BEING PUSHED. LIKE A CHEESE WHEEL.

Woo, this is back!

*Pushes Mata like a cheese wheel*

Go Mata.