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Møøńšhådöw {Stars are only visible in darkness}
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Sep 07, 2015 05:04PM
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Hello! How are you? (Guess now is as good a time as any to ask.)
Pretty good. I'm tired and dreading school, but good. How are you?
I know how that feels. I'm doing great.
So, I assume we make character pages?
So, I assume we make character pages?
First, I think we need to come up with a plot. Also, I was wondering if I can play the female.
Totally fine by me. I would never actually fight for that position, considering I'm a male. But yes, plot. I prefer J.R.R. Tolkien style fantasy. Do you agree?
Yeah. I like that fantasy too. So, have any ideas?
I've heard of it and seen some YouTubers do it.
(Wonderful game, you should play it.) I was thinking a plot similar to it (if you need me to explain, I can). Definitely not the same. We'd like to be original, right?
Yeah. I get some things, but don't get the plot. Mind explaining and then we'll make some twists of our own.
Absolutely. The game starts you off in a cell, where you are promptly rescued by a knight (Oscar) (we can do the cell thing, you rescue me or I rescue you). You, as the Chosen Hollow (undead), must ring two bells of awakening in order to obtain a Lordvessel, in which you must collect four Lordsouls for. You then fight Gwyn, Lord of Cinder so you may either continue the Age of Fire (Age of Gods) or end it and usher in an Age of Darkness (Age of Man).
Ah I see. Okay so, when you fight monsters in the game, are those like the undead?
Not all enemies are undead. Some are demons (created by the Witch of Izalith because she tried to create a new First Flame (deeper stuff)), some are even human. But humans that progressively become more Hollow until they are a complete Hollow, or undead.
How did they become hollow or undead (talking about the humans. I get the things with demons).
Dying, over, and over, and over until eventually they give up and become a Hollow.
Oh. Okay. I think I get it now.
So how do you think we could use that?
(I might be overthinking this.)
Okay. I'm thinking that your locked in a cell because people saw you killing others and thought you were a murder. But, I come and save you since I need someone to obtain souls. Though, at the same time Grim, a powerful soul, tries to stop them and kill them. You can add or subtract things.
I could be an undead that is trying to lift his undead curse. When I finally lift it, our characters would obviously start liking each other.
Okay. That sounds good.
Yeah. You can go first ^^
Wait, are we creating characters and posting their info or are we just making it up as we go along?
We are making character sheets. Where we put the info and everything.
First Name: Caerwyn
Homeland: Zyna
(Full Name: Caerwyn of Zyna)
Gender: Male
Age: 87
Appearance:
Armored:
Unarmored:
Human:
Personality: Caerwyn is who most people would say is a "glass half empty" kind of guy. He tends to look on the dark side of life. A pessimist, if you will. He refuses to believe there are happy endings. Then again, this is mostly caused by the undead curse laid upon his head. Though frightful in appearance now, he was once quite handsome. He prefers to keep to himself most of the time, though. He is also very hostile when it comes to strangers, having had too many occurrences that got him in trouble by being even remotely close to kind.
History: Before he was an undead, he was a travelling swordhand, taking coin for any services requiring a blade. However, as he started bartering with dangerous people, he ended up in Hell, talking to Grim, the Great Reaper. Due to a bout with Death himself, a curse was laid upon his head, condemning him to always walk among the living. So, for a while, he thought it to be a blessing. But very quickly, he began to miss the taste of bread and the warmth of a woman's touch. It drove him mad. Enough to the point of his imprisonment for a solid 30 years. However, little did he know that liberation was at hand.
Homeland: Zyna
(Full Name: Caerwyn of Zyna)
Gender: Male
Age: 87
Appearance:
Armored:
Unarmored:
Human:
Personality: Caerwyn is who most people would say is a "glass half empty" kind of guy. He tends to look on the dark side of life. A pessimist, if you will. He refuses to believe there are happy endings. Then again, this is mostly caused by the undead curse laid upon his head. Though frightful in appearance now, he was once quite handsome. He prefers to keep to himself most of the time, though. He is also very hostile when it comes to strangers, having had too many occurrences that got him in trouble by being even remotely close to kind.
History: Before he was an undead, he was a travelling swordhand, taking coin for any services requiring a blade. However, as he started bartering with dangerous people, he ended up in Hell, talking to Grim, the Great Reaper. Due to a bout with Death himself, a curse was laid upon his head, condemning him to always walk among the living. So, for a while, he thought it to be a blessing. But very quickly, he began to miss the taste of bread and the warmth of a woman's touch. It drove him mad. Enough to the point of his imprisonment for a solid 30 years. However, little did he know that liberation was at hand.
Wow... Mines going to look like crap against yours. Also, can we change the age?
My character sheet is usually simple, but I really like yours. Also, can the age be in the twenties? Or no.
Yeah, sure. My character is that old because he is undead. When the curse is lifted, he'll look like the guy in the picture that is human. About 23.
Ohhhhh. Okay okay. I'll try my best for my character.
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Name: Cassandra Sparks
Age: 21
Personality: She is very childish, but serious at the same time. She likes to enjoy life since it can be taken away from you at any moment. She is very carefree as well and likes to tease enemies the most. Also, likes to seek out allies.
History: Before, her family got killed and she was gifted a weapon (see image). She tries not to look in her past much, but looks to the future more than ever whenever faced with something tough. She was taught how to survive and kill by a mentor who got hunted down and killed, but she managed to escape and hide. Until she heard word of someone.
Do the pictures work?
Okay. How about this?
Holy crap (if you don't mind me saying).
I say that all the time. And holy crap what?
But anyway, would you like to start the role play?
Uh, how should we start this? (Also, thank you ^^)
I'll start. (You're welcome. ^-^)
Caerwyn sat on the cold stone with his head low and his eyes staring blankly at the ground. It'd been a long time since he had a coherent thought. The only real friend he had was the rat who continously gnawed at his foot. Sometimes he would speak to it, expecting no answer of course.
Caerwyn sat on the cold stone with his head low and his eyes staring blankly at the ground. It'd been a long time since he had a coherent thought. The only real friend he had was the rat who continously gnawed at his foot. Sometimes he would speak to it, expecting no answer of course.
Cassandra stared at the building. A gray cloak hiding her features as well as her weapons. "Alright. This is the place. Let's get this party started." She pulled her hood lower and quickly walked to the side of the building. She positioned her feet and jumped up. She jabbed her blade into the rock and lifted her head more to look between steel bars. There wasn't any guards in this hallway. Apparently this hallway has the guy. She used her other free hand and got her other blade. With one quick swipe from the top and bottom, the steal bars unfastened. She grabbed the bars before it fell in and threw them out. Then swung herself up and inside. She pulled her other blade out and tucked it back under her cloak. She looked around the hallway and started to walk to where his cell was.
When Caerwyn heard footsteps, he double checked his hearing. Being locked in a cell for so long, the silence would make sounds. He looked up and saw a being walking towards him. Was this finally going to be his liberation?
She stopped in front of him. 'It must be him. She smiled slightly under her cloak. "It must be your lucky day." She said. "First off, I'm here. Second off, you're going to escape." She clapped her hands together. "I believe that sounds fun. Now be a good fellow and step back." She took out one of her blades.
He didn't move an inch. "Just open the door."
"I was going to slice it down to be cooler, but whatever." She said just slicing the lock and opening the door. "Come on." She said starting to walk already.
He stood up shakily and walked out of the cell. This was the first time in 30 years he had done this. It felt strange, but good. Guess she deserved thanks for getting him out, but he wasn't about to admit that. "What do you need me for?"
