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Aug 20, 2013 06:55PM
I got a whole chunk of flesh out because of that fall.
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=D Or two factions clash to collect some ultimate treasure and the two are on opposite factions? And instead of being adversaries, they fall in <3?
Name: Tylisa (Ty) RamieoAge: 18
Appearance:
http://31.media.tumblr.com/b6126b83f8...
Team name: Nephilim
Name: Arthur McOwenAge: 20
Gender: Male
Current Location: Rome
Number/Position: Grandmaster (Templar)
Powers: A whole legion of other fellow Templars, all chosen with ranks of the elite. Even that may be an understatement.
Appearance: A combination of dark brown and jet black hair in a wild and unruly way. He is well-built, although not overly so. With a height of 6 feet, he stands above most crowds and they’ll have to strain their necks to look at him in the face when they are at an extremely close proximity. Bulging muscles that sometimes highlighted a scar across his shoulder blade, even as he hated it.
Personality: Intelligent and resourceful, although sometimes it's misused for negative reasons. Diamond-headed when it comes to something he strongly supports but if you knew where to poke and pry, you can probably get through him. Lazy at times but when he is very much interested in something, the adrenaline pumping through him to do it will be more than water in the sea and faster than photons in high-speed. Quite sarcastic and humorous, mostly triggered as a defensive system or to try and mock someone. Loves to stay awake as long as possible to just do non-beneficial actions such as toying with his weapons. If not for all the missions, he would have called researching about the apple that they have been searching for years his 4th in his always-do-list. Of course, the first is to breathe; the second to eat; and the third to drink. Adventurous and very curious in anything he is interested in.
History: No one knows his past. Not even the people closest to him. And he planned to keep it that way.
Legacies: All he had from his father was the money they had and a sword that was now used quite often as a short-sword. Besides that, all the rest was his reward from hard-work.
Family: His father, mother and his very annoying younger sister. Emphasis the word "annoying". Although now he lost all connections to them and all he had was Killian and Anderson, his best friend. His father was killed in a raid in their house, his sister kidnapped and his mother dying of some unknown sickness not long later.
Likes: His position, horse racing, swimming, reading, watching courtesans, mocking people's mistake, music and taking things to the extreme.
Dislikes: People judging him, work, rules, chores and pretty much everything a typical guy would hate.
Others: ((Under... 'maintenance'))
haha. I'll start.Ty was wearing a grey tank top, black cargo pants to her knees, her hail pulled back in a ponytail, and four knives strapped to her belt.
Arthur was basking in the glory of land. After countless of days, they finally reached Linayron Island. He was bare footed, and he temporarily ignored the calls to get prepared for the hunt.
Ty sat on the beach, surrounded by her other team members. They discussed where they were now and what they were going to do next.
"Coming!" he yelled irritably at his crew. The whole legion were bastards that think of themselves too great. And apparently, they also forgotten who's the boss among the group.
Ty heard Arthur's call faintly in the distance. She knew her team's competitors were around here somewhere, and she was going to find out where. She crept away from their camp to search for Arthur's.
Arthur also had his part pf the gossip. The Templar's network was huge, and they'd easily penetrate any secret. All he hoped then was that they reached the island before the others.
Arthur got back on the small boat and started puttin on his gear. His crew was whining and complaining that they needed to wait for Arthur and all kimds of bullshit.
Ty kept on walking... right into a trap. Whoever embedded those footprints there set up a trap. She fell 8 feet down into a hole with the walls straight up. "Help!" she cried.
Arthur was grabbing his last dagger when he suddenly heard a cry for help. He quickly looked around, then did a headcount of his crew. "What was that?" one of them asked nervously.
Arthur gathered a scouting team, including himself in. Not hesitating or wasting time, they set out to search for the source of that sound.


