The Magic of Imagination

[Redryhno]

Hello everyone, anyone who submitted a sheet by the time of this posting, you're in. I'm expecting a few people to drop out, so that's why you've all gotten a chance here. If you know anyone that wants in on the Empire side, or you want to switch to Empire, or College, if that suits you, PM me.Please do not post until I make the starting post here.This is simply the attention post.

Here is my sheet.
College

Spoiler: Virgil

Name: Virgil Titus
Class: Emerald
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is olive-skinned and 5?11 with green eyes. He has long raven hair that he keeps in a braid reaching the bottom of his shoulder-blades, but sometimes hanging over his shoulder in front. Virgil is thinly built but with layers of hard slim muscle like a track runner.

Casual outfit: a hooded cloak woven of thick brown material with no shirt under it and a tanned pair of tough hide pants. Sandals on the feet.

His class stone (Emerald) is worn on a small earring in his right ear,along with his personal stone, which is a simple clear diamond

?Action? outfit (labor, training, battle): No shirt, leather wrist guards and gloves, loin-cloth made of leopard pelt and stitched with leather, plus a belt with holsters for his weapons. And finally, he wears the same sandals as before, but now with leather grieves.

Mindset: He wants to be the best he can be and do the most he can with his short life.

Personality: He is a predator, like a jungle cat. He is not an overly competitive asshole, but he feels if you don?t have the power to earn and keep what is yours, you don?t deserve to have it. He believes it isn?t enough to say something is yours, you need to prove you have the strength to own it.

Magic Specialty: Virgil is clever in the way he saves his magic. He uses it to enhance his physical abilities and hinder his opponents. He can strike much faster and harder than a normal person by using magic. In the time a normal man has drawn his sword, Virgil has already severed his hand in one blow and before the first drop of blood hits the ground, he can break their spine with a knee strike. He can also change the focus of his power, enhancing his speed significantly at the cost of some strength, or becoming terrifyingly strong while sacrificing speed. But usually, he spreads these powers out evenly and remains several notches above a normal man in all aspects. But if he truly pushes himself and uses more magic, he can be higher by ten fold in every physical aspect than a normal man.

Weapon of Choice: Knives on chains The kind in the middle that there is two of. [http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01216/knives-chains_1216808i.jpg]

Faction: College

College-Life: Virgil was taken into the collage after his mother died of a fever, and he didn?t know his father. He didn?t really have much in the way of friends, so he had to fight for everything and prove his worth. This idea was only compounded in him when he asked for the records on his father and found that he was a lazy drunk wealthy slave trader that never did any of his own work, and his mother had been a slave that had been freed so his father wouldn?t have to deal with the burden of her pregnancy. He went to see his father, and when the gluttonous old bastard denied any relation to Virgil, the angry young man hit him so hard in the face he knocked out three of his teeth and left him unconscious on the floor. That day Virgil decided he would not be like his father, and the only way to live, was by the strength of your own back.

College

Spoiler: Luna

Name:Luna
Class:Amethyst
Age:40
Gender:Female
Appearance: Standing 5 ft 3', her skin is extremely pale, white almost. Has light blue eyes, matching the hue of the moon. Has long, pure white flowing hair down just past her shoulders. Her skin and appearance don't age past a look of 25 because of one spell. Luna wears both of her Jewels in a Head piece seen in the battle wear pic below. The Class stone is two Amethyst set on either side of a main crescent shaped moon stone in the middle.

Relaxed wear: A long robe with a deep neck, simple in it's light "Moon" blue color.
"Battle" wear:

Spoiler: pic, large

Researcher field clothing:

Spoiler: pic

Mindset:Tries to extend her life for as long as possible, holding off madness for as long as possible, even resorting to another mage's medicine creation to try and fend it off.

Magic Specialty: Mainly mechanical creations, with a few exceptions coming her later years with the thoughts of death floating around in her head, heaven and hell. Angelic wings or a demonic pair can be used for gliding in situations. Her machines also began to take on such appearances.

Weapon of Choice: A short one handed sword with a moonstone at the bottom of the hilt.

Spoiler: pic

Faction: College

College-Life: Began her life at the college at an infant age and has developed her fascination with her mechanical creations at a young age. Being one of the oldest Mages at the College, Luna is looked up to by allot of mages for her age and accomplishment with it. She used very little Magic in her life, only in times of dire need and when she was training. Most of everything that luna has was bought by her with money earned from contract work. In her spare time, she tries to keep herself fit by doing a sort of free running, climbing and such.
Now that she's nearing her final years, madness is beginning to set in and Luna has to resort to another mage's medicine to keep it from consuming her. Any major amount of magic used wrecks havoc on her body a bit after its used.

This alright?

Here's mineCollege

Spoiler: Ezekiel

Name:Ezekiel Jackston
Class:Jet
Age:20
Gender:Male
Appearance:He is a scraggly 6'5 with light green eyes and is easily a recgonizable face is slightly tan with long brown hair that is swept behind his ears
Casual Clothes:He wears a long red robe with blue stars on it with a classic wizard hat in matching the robe except with a Jet sewed to its brim
Secondary Clothes:Basic pesant clothes a simple green vest and brown undershirt with light brown leather pant
Gems:As said his class gem is sewn to his hat and his personal Gem a saphire in a necklace hidden under his robe
Mindset:Must lengthen life has to find way to replinsh his Mana and belives he's close to finding a way to drain mana from other mages or artifacts it will need a very powerful mage as he belives it will be a form of sucking the life force of others a sort of mental vampirsm many think he's just crazy
Personality:He is against violence and would rather run away and is peaceful usualy keeping to himself
Mage specialty:He almost never uses magic but when he does prefers to simply use a bright light or some other illusion to get away
Favorite Weapon: he usualy carries a blunted dagger kept in his left boot and can not kill a man unless used with great force and is never used unless he can not talk his way out
Faction:College
College Life:He was not bothered usualy by his fellow mages and spent most of his time in the study trying to find a way to replinish his mana and is an asistant to the Bookmaster usually doing small jobs around the currently being constructed Libray

College

Spoiler: Arel Nolan, Edited

Name: Arel Nolan
Class: Jet

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance: Arel is relatively tall, standing just under six-foot-two. He keeps his greying hair short but disheveled is his haste, with a small, pointed salt-and-pepper beard. Concealed by the long -and some say stereotypical- robes he prefers, Arel keeps the shortsword he has used for many years. The pinky finger of each of Arel's hands bears a small gold band, both inset with the lignite of his class.

Normally, Arel wears a set of almost-ceremonially robes of pure, some say supernatural, light-consuming, black. The robe is trimmed in a soft gold and the collar is slightly fringed in fine, white down. Beneath the cloak, Arel dons a solid, dark green tunic and matching pantaloons, slashed by a black sash of cloth similar to that of his robe. His boots are also black, though not like that of the robe or sash. Occasionally, Arel may wear a copper circlet also bearing tiny jet stones; why he does so is unknown. When asked why he chooses such apparel, Arel will only offer that it makes him comfortable. Most believe it is to conceal his shortsword.

When he absolutely must wander beyond the walls of the College, Arel prefers something minimalist. He dons a dingy-white, almost grey, long-sleeved tunic and matching pantaloons. He also trades his boots with a pair of soft and well-worn sandals. Still he goes nearly nowhere without his blade and the two gold bands on his hands. Even with his armament, such trappings leave Arel ill at ease, especially on the streets of the Empire.

Mindset: Arel is loyal to the College to a fault, and will act in its favor as much as necessary. He is also helpful to the students and other members of the College, as well as very knowledgeable, having spent his unusually long tenure exploring what ever logs he could find of his predecessors at the College. Because of this, Arel shies from direct combat whenever possible. Still, due to what he perceives as his impending doom -an event many frequently remind him of- Arel is fervently searching for something, anything, to prolong his life. Perhaps service to the College is not his only goal.

Personality: Generally quiet, though when approached by a subject he enjoys Arel can became quite loud and bombastic. He can also be exceedingly paranoid, and prefers to scout the intentions of others before he makes his own known. Arel is also exceedingly secretive about his research.

Specialty: In his pursuit of knowledge, Arel has developed a magic that allows him to "read" many things, including just about any object and even the atmosphere around him. Though what he is capable of reading is often of limited use depending on the location and age of what he reads, Arel is typically capable of turning almost any information to his advantage. This is especially true when Arel lays his hands upon his favorite medium: blood. Arel must be able to be in physical, skin contact with his medium for an indeterminate amount of time and needs extreme focus to be most effective.

Weapon: Arel prefers the use of an old but well-kept shortsword he keeps on his person at almost all times. Other than that, Arel is skilled in the use of many small arms, if a bit out of practice.

College-Life: Arel remembers no life but the College. And he prefers to keep it this way. Having spent nearly his entire life in an attempt to better the College and its standing in the eyes of the people, since he turned thirty Arel has become drastically more introverted. Despite this, Arel is glad to help any and all who have need of his knowledge or expertise. Though he was once ridiculed for his brash and outlandish behavior, since he has mellowed almost all in the College have had to give him some grudging respect. Arel looks only forward and acts only in ways he believe will benefit the College. Still, it is difficult to look to the future when the sword of death dangles just barely behind the line of sight, waiting for that one, fatal moment.

College

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name:
Class:Jet
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5 foot 7'. Asian appearance with pop hair. Whenever seen, he will either have a sly smirk on his face or a jolly smile. Has muscles, but not defined. Often wears classy clothing that gets the "ladies". He shrunk his class gem and embedded it in his ring. (This took a considerable amount of money)

Spoiler: Pretty much what I'm getting at

Mindset: Generally does not care about anything but for himself and young, attractive women. Is extraordinarily calm, something that women like, and has a liking for healing magic and "Girl" magic. He plans on living the good life before dying.


Personality:He exhibits common stereotypical female habits such as appearance, gossip, and pretty much knowing a lot of secrets. He is a scholar in rumors and secrets that he should never know about. Does not have an open mouth (He knows many things but will not blurt anything out). Is very much into blackmail.


Magic Specialty: Healing and spy-ish magic.

Weapon of Choice: His weapon is a ring. It makes him seem less threatening (Which he wants to happen).

Faction: College

College-Life: Came from a rich family of aristocrats. He took the business after his family died from fairly "dark" business deals. Using magic and persuasion, he ran the business, earning a lot more wealth than his parents. He is often seen around the campus with women. Studying is not an option for him, money pays for it.

Tell me if I need to make any changes

College

Spoiler: Testing the waters...

Name: Isabel Shannnow
Class: Ruby
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance: Though young, Isabel is tall for her age and slim, looking almost boyish with her short, dark hair and strong jaw. She moves economically yet gracefully, as if she is a series of still points rather than a continuous movement. Her face is most of calm and controlled, as she prefers to express herself by word and deed.
By preference, Isabel wears close fitting garments of a dark, resilient material, practical and without ornament. Her only jewelry consists of a single earring, a ruby set in her own stone, lapis lazuli.
More than a little eccentric, Isabel resents the social pressure to forgo her comfy, practical clothes for 'proper' woman's clothing. However, for important formal occasions, she will concede to wear a modest dress of fine dark blue fabric, all set with shards of lapis lazuli.

Mindset: Mind over matter is the center of Isabel's position. She has yet to find a challenge that has not fallen before her formidable intellect, and she intends to make as much use of her brain before it burns out.

Magic Specialty: Isabel's power is about order and control. She has an affinity for order, defense and spells that restrict and confine, as well as a taste for spells that involve the cold.
She favors force fields to defend, control or contain, as well as sucking the heat and energy out of her opponents before locking them down in chain forged straight out of her mind.

Weapon of Choice: Isabel is more than proficient with the rapier; she is fond of it's speed and subtlety of use.

Faction: College; she is all for the freedom to peruse knowledge for it's own sake, and a violent individualist.

College-Life: [to come]

Empire(Read to tune of Voodoo Child by Rouge Traders) Here come the empire, here comes the empire, here comes the empire

Spoiler

Name: Rik Harton
Age: 17
Power Level: Amethyst
Powers: Rik uses his Imagination to strengthen his body. He does this to increase his speed, increase kicking power, punching power, his fists to increase his destructive power, or increase his swinging power. He can also turn his whole body into a kind of living steel that increases his whole power and ability to take hits. But it is a very large Imagination and he has only done it once to see if he could. He is skilled in close range combat but not much else. His primary weapons are his escrima Sticks. He can also fight with his fists but he is hardly skilled in that, only knowing the basic of fist to fist combat.
Faction: Empire
Personality: Rik is cruel. Knowing that his Imagination will kill him at an early age he has become cruel and sadistic to others. He loves to torture small animals and people, using animals when he is unable to get to hurt people. He loves to be as brutal as possible and he isn?t quick about hurting people if he can help it preferring to take his time if possible. He doesn?t live for anything else other than hurting people. He also likes to ramble to his victims with monologues.
Appearance: He wears a black crystal in the middle of his forehead with the Amethyst in the middle. He has dark black eyes that contain his sadistic nature. He has shoulder length blond hair that he puts up when in battle wear or torturing people. His bangs are cut short to show his gem. He stands at 5?10 and is slim with long arms and longs. A birth defect by his mouth twists his mouth upwards to make it look like he is always smiling with a twisted smile.
Battle Wear: He wears leather armor to increase maneuverability close to enemies. He wears a leather mask with a hole in the middle of his forehead to show off his gems. The entire armor is black with a silver line running up the back, over the head, done the forehead to the chin.
Regular Wear: Long, baggy, silk red pants. He wears a silk shirt, usually dark green but he often switches colours.
Equipment: He carries two escrima sticks on his back. He also carries a small knife to use to torture people.

History: Rik was taken away from his family at a young age so he barely remembers his family. He doesn?t know who his parents are or if he had any siblings and he doesn?t care. He embraced the idea of his power at a young age but quickly realized how short his life would be. He became obsessed with life and death and he started hurting animals for fun to hurt them. Eventually he turned to hurting people when he could get away with it, becoming obsessed with death and how people would respond to pain. When he turned fifteen he walked away from the College and to the Empire. Becoming an agent of the Empire granted practice to hurt people. Thee Empire quickly realized his potential and set him up as a torturer to gain information. They also would send Rik out to hurt people to send a message. Painful and messy messages but it worked and Rik started to become feared wherever he went.

Hope i made it under the D-line

Spoiler: And Mine

Name: Remus
Class:Ruby
Age:16
Gender:Male
Appearance:Remus is small for the power he wields, only 5 feet tall, and barely a hundred pounds. He wears his neck-length hair in a leather strap, with a small ruby attached to the center of it. he wears a turquoise studded earring. He always carries a bow and quiver on his person

Casual clothing: brown, nondescript cloak that hangs to the ground, with the ends frayed from being dragged. Underneath the cloak, he wears a linen shirt and pants that fit him perfectly, a belt holds an assortment of daggers.

Second casual clothes: same cloak, but underneath he wears a leather vest that hold more daggers and fitted pants that reach to his knees, he rarely wears shoes or sandals of any kind.

Mindset: Do what he can to make the College great and respected by all. He knows he doesn't have much time left

Personality:Quiet, introverted, Remus prefers to not be noticed if he can help it, mostly because of his size.

Magic Specialty: Remus specializes in the wind and weather. The direction of the winds is very important to him

Weapon of Choice:A master of the bow, he can kill a man at over a hundred paces without the use of his magic. With it, he can guide an arrow to the heart of any man within a half-mile of his position. He has a fair hand with the daggers he carries, but relies on his bow.

Faction: College Of Imagination.

College-Life: Remus came to the College at an early age, early enough that he doesn't remember any life but this. He was picked on account of his size, but found his calling in the bow and ever since he sank his first arrow into the target at thirty paces, they knew to fear him when he had a bow in his hands. He gladly found his birth family, he has a brother working as a caravaneer in his father's business, and a sister married to a wealthy merchant with three children of her own, twin boys and a girl. His mother died giving birth to him and when he was barely a year old, they sent him off after he wrecked the family house without moving, he simply imagined it destroyed and it was so.

 

[Redryhno]

The College was a lovely place this time of year, the few Imaginators that tended the gardens had outdone themselves this time around. The flowers had bloomed beautifully and the vines had started to climb the newly constructed sleeping quarters.

The newest additions to the College were in the training circle, a few stones piled in a rough circle where they could learn to control their Imaginations and become one of the classes, though most of them already had been given their class stones and had them hanging around their necks on leather strings, as was the tradition.

Adam Ginseng watched from the watchtower and breathed in the scents of Spring, it had been a long winter, and the mixture of the flowers, animals, and even manure gave him a profound sense of peace. Behind him was a large man, in both height and girth, was speaking to him, trying to get him to accept the contract he had come with.

"Please, great sir, I will pay handsomely for the use of your Mages, each of you is worth five good warriors, plea-"

"You will get your guards, Leman, but it's not my choice, I simply provide the information to them, you still provide the incentives."He scratched at his beard, the one thing he regretted about growing it was the spring fleas and occasional lice that managed to get in it.

"That's more than I had hoped for, Sir Ruby. Now, can we please get down?" The man looked over the edge while he gripped the railing with white-knuckled fingers.

"Oh, I'm sorry Leman, here"Adam hit a switch on the side and they swiftly descended, a pulley system designed by a few of the resident engineer-minded pupils. While Leman had to pry his own fingers off, Ginseng went straight to his little office and grabbed a sheet of paper on his desk. He scribbled the price the man was paying for the job, a hundred silver Faces a head, a decent price, if not good pay for the work possible. He stuck it to the board where he saw a few mages looking for work.

Remus meanwhile was teaching his pupils in the use of the bow, chastising them when it was necessary and praising them when it was deserved. He looked over and saw the new job offer from the Ruby. He thumbed his earring and dismissed the class, the younger students seemed a bit relieved, but the girl going by the name of Cherry was obviously disappointed, she was nearly his equal and didn't shy from any attempt to outdo him, which she hadn't yet though.

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The Republic had been called, and all Imperial Imaginators were in attendance, some more inebriated than others.

Senator Tailus stood,"I call for a vote on the banditry problem along the Yellow Road, too long have we lost caravans to them, and good soldiers. It is time we send in our true weapons." He looked to the Honorary seating where the few dozen Imaginators sat in attendance. They all had an equal vote in this as well, though it was a mostly ceremonial right. There wasn't enough of them to do more than possibly tip the balance every once in a while.

The Senators then called for a vote, stones were passed out and the ceremonial box was uncovered.

"White for yes, Black for no. They will be counted once the stones have been cast."

 

[mcpop9]

"Ah, Remus." Luna said as she fell into step with the Ruby. "How are the young ones taking to the archery?" she asked. the Amethyst looked like she had barely turned twenty five, but in fact was almost three times his age. Her step had one that showed experience and youth all at the same time. She was currently wearing her relaxing dress.

 

[ThreeWords]

Isabel frowned as she down the range, taking aim at one of the further butts. She was fond of the nature of archery, it's directness and use of simple physics allowing the archer to achieve so much as to snuff out a life, with little to no effort.

She sighed, and tried to clear her mind. A heartbeat pause, then she let fly. It was a pity, she thought, as the arrow arced upward, that she could not reach out and guide it. No, the rapier was better; it allowed a much finer subtlety of control.

The arrow curve down, striking the butt on one of the outer rings. Shaking her head, Isabel turned away; she might have hit the target, but that would do nothing to a real target.

Turning away, she made her way towards Remus, who had cancelled their lesson in favor of an interesting document. It had better be worth it, she decided.

 

[LevROLL]

Arel sat quietly in a dark, disused corner of a library of the College, idly thumbing through a mountain of tomes, scrolls and texts he had assembled, as was his custom, for perusal. The book currently before him was some dry, bland treatise on the nature of man and his place in creation alongside the power of Imagination. The cover was faded, the pages well-worn and the nomenclature archaic; it was obviously a very old, very used tome.

Looking cautiously about to ensure no one was observing him- and, indeed, the library was rather empty today- Arel nonchalantly removed a small, deep-purple tome from within the folds of his black robes. It was a book of prose, and a favorite of Arel's for years. Not that he would let others know. It wasn't a book of purpose or purport, but merely poetry for the sake of beauty. It was something of a guilty pleasure, and, as a scholar, not a thing that Arel was readily able to profess to enjoy.

Pushing aside the other scattered scripts on the table around him, Arel propped his head up on one hand and was quickly engrossed in the rich, and sometimes corny, prose woven in the book.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

Rik lazily tossed his white stone into the box. He always hated these meetings, finding them boring and more of a distraction then anything. After all he wasn't here by choice. There were many benefits for working for the Empire, this wasn't one of them. Rik made his to back of Imaginators section and flopped down in his seat. He took out his dagger and started to scratch at dried flakes of blood on it. As he did that his thoughts turned to the girl tied up in the basement of his house.

He smiled fondly at the memory of the cuts he made. The eye he had gorged out, the slow and methodical cutting of her nose, the precise cutting of her lips until there was nothing left. He grinned at the pieces of fingers and toes that lay around her. He shuddered pleasantly at the feeling as he peeled away her flesh with his fingers. It has tasted delicious when mixed with a little honey and cooked over a hot fire.

Rik continued to clean his dagger and his thoughts turned to older victims. The one he slowly poured acid over, the two that he forced to eat each other, and his favorite the one he had let go. He had cut off as much skin as was possible off her face and three fingers from her right hand and had removed her left ear. Then he let her go. He has watch her struggle to survive, shunned by the world because of her disfiguration, unable to work because of her missing fingers. He had enjoyed watching her fall into dispear and eventually he started to give her food. He pissed on it and often her the food to her with feces mixed in. Then one day she disappeared. He figured she had given up and died or had left the city. But one thing haunted him. The look in her eye the last time he has seen her. It wasn't a look of dispear or the look of one who had given up. It was the look of someone full of hate. The look of someone who decided they had nothing to lose and one thing to live for. Revenge. Rik wouldn't have been surprised if she showed up one day looking to exact revenge.

Eventually his thoughts turned back to the matter at hand and he started to pick his teeth with his dagger.

 

[Viking Incognito]

Virgil stood in the middle of the combat training arena. The sand moved through his toes, and the hard earth just below it was well beaten under the feet of warriors. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he breathed in and out of his mouth methodically. He glared at the two opponents in front of him, and kept in mind the third that was behind him. Each of the three men were large and strong. One was a smith, and the other two were stone layers. Virgil snapped into a fighting stance and nodded.

All three men came charging at him. He jerked downwards and to the left as the front-right man dived at him. HE ended up tackling the man behind Virgil to the ground. Virgil turned his attention to the third man. He dodged a puch, dflected another, then released two hard straights into his stomach. A grunt of pain escaped the man's mouth as he doubled over, and then Virgil brought hi to the ground with an elbow strike between the shoulder blades.

The other two men were now on their feet. They came at him at the same time, throwing punches, knees and elbows. Virgil traded blows with them for a few short seconds before landing a solid elbow in one of their faces. As the stricken man fell back, the other went for a kick to Virgil's chest. The young imaginator seized the man's ankle with both hands, mid-kick, and yanked him forward, and off-balance. As the large man stumbled toward him, Virgil leaped into the air and unleashed a brutal drop-kick into his chest. The man fell onto his back and roared in pain. By this time, the third man had his wits back and was standing ready. Virgil charged at him, then as he got within the strike zone, he went for a jump kick with his right leg. The man's huge hand wrapped around Virgil's foot, so, while still in the air, Virgil followed up with left hook, which was also caught in a massive bear-paw of a hand. The stone layer smiled in satisfaction, failing to realize his mistake. With both his hands occupied, Virgil smashed him with a right handed uppercut. The man fell to his knees.

The frightening young man took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

"Thank you for the practice. I've paid your fee with the healing imaginators already. They are waiting by the gate."

Virgil then walked over to the pot of water in the shade, took a cup and began drinking. He had been training and fighting for a few straight hours. He figured he could take a short break. Some of the other combat-inclined members of the collage had been watching, and applauded him as he rested.

"Very good fight." One of them said.
"You kick like a horse!" said another.

"You should see me when I use my imagination." Virgil replied with a smile.

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler: OOC

Well, I definitely wouldn't bump a thread like this, regardless of whther I wanted to see more people posting...

 

[Viking Incognito]

Spoiler: OOC

I think we are all waiting on Red

 

[Redryhno]

Spoiler: OOC

I'm waiting on everyone to do their first posts. I'll get the next part up in the next few hours.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

Spoiler: OOC

Maybe we should message all players letting them know its active. I mean the first post does say this is an attention grabbing post. just putting it out there. I mean I really hope this RP kicks off. I'm really excited for the character I wrote. Hes just so much fun.

 

[Redryhno]

Just another attention grabber, anyone that wanted in, it's time to post....

Here is my sheet.
College

Spoiler: Virgil

Name: Virgil Titus
Class: Emerald
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is olive-skinned and 5?11 with green eyes. He has long raven hair that he keeps in a braid reaching the bottom of his shoulder-blades, but sometimes hanging over his shoulder in front. Virgil is thinly built but with layers of hard slim muscle like a track runner.

Casual outfit: a hooded cloak woven of thick brown material with no shirt under it and a tanned pair of tough hide pants. Sandals on the feet.

His class stone (Emerald) is worn on a small earring in his right ear,along with his personal stone, which is a simple clear diamond

?Action? outfit (labor, training, battle): No shirt, leather wrist guards and gloves, loin-cloth made of leopard pelt and stitched with leather, plus a belt with holsters for his weapons. And finally, he wears the same sandals as before, but now with leather grieves.

Mindset: He wants to be the best he can be and do the most he can with his short life.

Personality: He is a predator, like a jungle cat. He is not an overly competitive asshole, but he feels if you don?t have the power to earn and keep what is yours, you don?t deserve to have it. He believes it isn?t enough to say something is yours, you need to prove you have the strength to own it.

Magic Specialty: Virgil is clever in the way he saves his magic. He uses it to enhance his physical abilities and hinder his opponents. He can strike much faster and harder than a normal person by using magic. In the time a normal man has drawn his sword, Virgil has already severed his hand in one blow and before the first drop of blood hits the ground, he can break their spine with a knee strike. He can also change the focus of his power, enhancing his speed significantly at the cost of some strength, or becoming terrifyingly strong while sacrificing speed. But usually, he spreads these powers out evenly and remains several notches above a normal man in all aspects. But if he truly pushes himself and uses more magic, he can be higher by ten fold in every physical aspect than a normal man.

Weapon of Choice: Knives on chains The kind in the middle that there is two of. [http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01216/knives-chains_1216808i.jpg]

Faction: College

College-Life: Virgil was taken into the collage after his mother died of a fever, and he didn?t know his father. He didn?t really have much in the way of friends, so he had to fight for everything and prove his worth. This idea was only compounded in him when he asked for the records on his father and found that he was a lazy drunk wealthy slave trader that never did any of his own work, and his mother had been a slave that had been freed so his father wouldn?t have to deal with the burden of her pregnancy. He went to see his father, and when the gluttonous old bastard denied any relation to Virgil, the angry young man hit him so hard in the face he knocked out three of his teeth and left him unconscious on the floor. That day Virgil decided he would not be like his father, and the only way to live, was by the strength of your own back.

College

Spoiler: Luna

Name:Luna
Class:Amethyst
Age:40
Gender:Female
Appearance: Standing 5 ft 3', her skin is extremely pale, white almost. Has light blue eyes, matching the hue of the moon. Has long, pure white flowing hair down just past her shoulders. Her skin and appearance don't age past a look of 25 because of one spell. Luna wears both of her Jewels in a Head piece seen in the battle wear pic below. The Class stone is two Amethyst set on either side of a main crescent shaped moon stone in the middle.

Relaxed wear: A long robe with a deep neck, simple in it's light "Moon" blue color.
"Battle" wear:

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Researcher field clothing:

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Mindset:Tries to extend her life for as long as possible, holding off madness for as long as possible, even resorting to another mage's medicine creation to try and fend it off.

Magic Specialty: Mainly mechanical creations, with a few exceptions coming her later years with the thoughts of death floating around in her head, heaven and hell. Angelic wings or a demonic pair can be used for gliding in situations. Her machines also began to take on such appearances.

Weapon of Choice: A short one handed sword with a moonstone at the bottom of the hilt.

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Faction: College

College-Life: Began her life at the college at an infant age and has developed her fascination with her mechanical creations at a young age. Being one of the oldest Mages at the College, Luna is looked up to by allot of mages for her age and accomplishment with it. She used very little Magic in her life, only in times of dire need and when she was training. Most of everything that luna has was bought by her with money earned from contract work. In her spare time, she tries to keep herself fit by doing a sort of free running, climbing and such.
Now that she's nearing her final years, madness is beginning to set in and Luna has to resort to another mage's medicine to keep it from consuming her. Any major amount of magic used wrecks havoc on her body a bit after its used.

This alright?

Here's mineCollege

Spoiler: Ezekiel

Name:Ezekiel Jackston
Class:Jet
Age:20
Gender:Male
Appearance:He is a scraggly 6'5 with light green eyes and is easily a recgonizable face is slightly tan with long brown hair that is swept behind his ears
Casual Clothes:He wears a long red robe with blue stars on it with a classic wizard hat in matching the robe except with a Jet sewed to its brim
Secondary Clothes:Basic pesant clothes a simple green vest and brown undershirt with light brown leather pant
Gems:As said his class gem is sewn to his hat and his personal Gem a saphire in a necklace hidden under his robe
Mindset:Must lengthen life has to find way to replinsh his Mana and belives he's close to finding a way to drain mana from other mages or artifacts it will need a very powerful mage as he belives it will be a form of sucking the life force of others a sort of mental vampirsm many think he's just crazy
Personality:He is against violence and would rather run away and is peaceful usualy keeping to himself
Mage specialty:He almost never uses magic but when he does prefers to simply use a bright light or some other illusion to get away
Favorite Weapon: he usualy carries a blunted dagger kept in his left boot and can not kill a man unless used with great force and is never used unless he can not talk his way out
Faction:College
College Life:He was not bothered usualy by his fellow mages and spent most of his time in the study trying to find a way to replinish his mana and is an asistant to the Bookmaster usually doing small jobs around the currently being constructed Libray

College

Spoiler: Arel Nolan, Edited

Name: Arel Nolan
Class: Jet

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance: Arel is relatively tall, standing just under six-foot-two. He keeps his greying hair short but disheveled is his haste, with a small, pointed salt-and-pepper beard. Concealed by the long -and some say stereotypical- robes he prefers, Arel keeps the shortsword he has used for many years. The pinky finger of each of Arel's hands bears a small gold band, both inset with the lignite of his class.

Normally, Arel wears a set of almost-ceremonially robes of pure, some say supernatural, light-consuming, black. The robe is trimmed in a soft gold and the collar is slightly fringed in fine, white down. Beneath the cloak, Arel dons a solid, dark green tunic and matching pantaloons, slashed by a black sash of cloth similar to that of his robe. His boots are also black, though not like that of the robe or sash. Occasionally, Arel may wear a copper circlet also bearing tiny jet stones; why he does so is unknown. When asked why he chooses such apparel, Arel will only offer that it makes him comfortable. Most believe it is to conceal his shortsword.

When he absolutely must wander beyond the walls of the College, Arel prefers something minimalist. He dons a dingy-white, almost grey, long-sleeved tunic and matching pantaloons. He also trades his boots with a pair of soft and well-worn sandals. Still he goes nearly nowhere without his blade and the two gold bands on his hands. Even with his armament, such trappings leave Arel ill at ease, especially on the streets of the Empire.

Mindset: Arel is loyal to the College to a fault, and will act in its favor as much as necessary. He is also helpful to the students and other members of the College, as well as very knowledgeable, having spent his unusually long tenure exploring what ever logs he could find of his predecessors at the College. Because of this, Arel shies from direct combat whenever possible. Still, due to what he perceives as his impending doom -an event many frequently remind him of- Arel is fervently searching for something, anything, to prolong his life. Perhaps service to the College is not his only goal.

Personality: Generally quiet, though when approached by a subject he enjoys Arel can became quite loud and bombastic. He can also be exceedingly paranoid, and prefers to scout the intentions of others before he makes his own known. Arel is also exceedingly secretive about his research.

Specialty: In his pursuit of knowledge, Arel has developed a magic that allows him to "read" many things, including just about any object and even the atmosphere around him. Though what he is capable of reading is often of limited use depending on the location and age of what he reads, Arel is typically capable of turning almost any information to his advantage. This is especially true when Arel lays his hands upon his favorite medium: blood. Arel must be able to be in physical, skin contact with his medium for an indeterminate amount of time and needs extreme focus to be most effective.

Weapon: Arel prefers the use of an old but well-kept shortsword he keeps on his person at almost all times. Other than that, Arel is skilled in the use of many small arms, if a bit out of practice.

College-Life: Arel remembers no life but the College. And he prefers to keep it this way. Having spent nearly his entire life in an attempt to better the College and its standing in the eyes of the people, since he turned thirty Arel has become drastically more introverted. Despite this, Arel is glad to help any and all who have need of his knowledge or expertise. Though he was once ridiculed for his brash and outlandish behavior, since he has mellowed almost all in the College have had to give him some grudging respect. Arel looks only forward and acts only in ways he believe will benefit the College. Still, it is difficult to look to the future when the sword of death dangles just barely behind the line of sight, waiting for that one, fatal moment.

College

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name:
Class:Jet
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5 foot 7'. Asian appearance with pop hair. Whenever seen, he will either have a sly smirk on his face or a jolly smile. Has muscles, but not defined. Often wears classy clothing that gets the "ladies". He shrunk his class gem and embedded it in his ring. (This took a considerable amount of money)

Spoiler: Pretty much what I'm getting at

Mindset: Generally does not care about anything but for himself and young, attractive women. Is extraordinarily calm, something that women like, and has a liking for healing magic and "Girl" magic. He plans on living the good life before dying.


Personality:He exhibits common stereotypical female habits such as appearance, gossip, and pretty much knowing a lot of secrets. He is a scholar in rumors and secrets that he should never know about. Does not have an open mouth (He knows many things but will not blurt anything out). Is very much into blackmail.


Magic Specialty: Healing and spy-ish magic.

Weapon of Choice: His weapon is a ring. It makes him seem less threatening (Which he wants to happen).

Faction: College

College-Life: Came from a rich family of aristocrats. He took the business after his family died from fairly "dark" business deals. Using magic and persuasion, he ran the business, earning a lot more wealth than his parents. He is often seen around the campus with women. Studying is not an option for him, money pays for it.

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College

Spoiler: Testing the waters...

Name: Isabel Shannnow
Class: Ruby
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance: Though young, Isabel is tall for her age and slim, looking almost boyish with her short, dark hair and strong jaw. She moves economically yet gracefully, as if she is a series of still points rather than a continuous movement. Her face is most of calm and controlled, as she prefers to express herself by word and deed.
By preference, Isabel wears close fitting garments of a dark, resilient material, practical and without ornament. Her only jewelry consists of a single earring, a ruby set in her own stone, lapis lazuli.
More than a little eccentric, Isabel resents the social pressure to forgo her comfy, practical clothes for 'proper' woman's clothing. However, for important formal occasions, she will concede to wear a modest dress of fine dark blue fabric, all set with shards of lapis lazuli.

Mindset: Mind over matter is the center of Isabel's position. She has yet to find a challenge that has not fallen before her formidable intellect, and she intends to make as much use of her brain before it burns out.

Magic Specialty: Isabel's power is about order and control. She has an affinity for order, defense and spells that restrict and confine, as well as a taste for spells that involve the cold.
She favors force fields to defend, control or contain, as well as sucking the heat and energy out of her opponents before locking them down in chain forged straight out of her mind.

Weapon of Choice: Isabel is more than proficient with the rapier; she is fond of it's speed and subtlety of use.

Faction: College; she is all for the freedom to peruse knowledge for it's own sake, and a violent individualist.

College-Life: [to come]

Empire(Read to tune of Voodoo Child by Rouge Traders) Here come the empire, here comes the empire, here comes the empire

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Name: Rik Harton
Age: 17
Power Level: Amethyst
Powers: Rik uses his Imagination to strengthen his body. He does this to increase his speed, increase kicking power, punching power, his fists to increase his destructive power, or increase his swinging power. He can also turn his whole body into a kind of living steel that increases his whole power and ability to take hits. But it is a very large Imagination and he has only done it once to see if he could. He is skilled in close range combat but not much else. His primary weapons are his escrima Sticks. He can also fight with his fists but he is hardly skilled in that, only knowing the basic of fist to fist combat.
Faction: Empire
Personality: Rik is cruel. Knowing that his Imagination will kill him at an early age he has become cruel and sadistic to others. He loves to torture small animals and people, using animals when he is unable to get to hurt people. He loves to be as brutal as possible and he isn?t quick about hurting people if he can help it preferring to take his time if possible. He doesn?t live for anything else other than hurting people. He also likes to ramble to his victims with monologues.
Appearance: He wears a black crystal in the middle of his forehead with the Amethyst in the middle. He has dark black eyes that contain his sadistic nature. He has shoulder length blond hair that he puts up when in battle wear or torturing people. His bangs are cut short to show his gem. He stands at 5?10 and is slim with long arms and longs. A birth defect by his mouth twists his mouth upwards to make it look like he is always smiling with a twisted smile.
Battle Wear: He wears leather armor to increase maneuverability close to enemies. He wears a leather mask with a hole in the middle of his forehead to show off his gems. The entire armor is black with a silver line running up the back, over the head, done the forehead to the chin.
Regular Wear: Long, baggy, silk red pants. He wears a silk shirt, usually dark green but he often switches colours.
Equipment: He carries two escrima sticks on his back. He also carries a small knife to use to torture people.

History: Rik was taken away from his family at a young age so he barely remembers his family. He doesn?t know who his parents are or if he had any siblings and he doesn?t care. He embraced the idea of his power at a young age but quickly realized how short his life would be. He became obsessed with life and death and he started hurting animals for fun to hurt them. Eventually he turned to hurting people when he could get away with it, becoming obsessed with death and how people would respond to pain. When he turned fifteen he walked away from the College and to the Empire. Becoming an agent of the Empire granted practice to hurt people. Thee Empire quickly realized his potential and set him up as a torturer to gain information. They also would send Rik out to hurt people to send a message. Painful and messy messages but it worked and Rik started to become feared wherever he went.

Hope i made it under the D-line

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[CrazyBlaze]

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so I guess this RP is dead huh? Shame I had high hopes for it