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| The Scian | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 23 Mar 2008, 21:15 (1,786 Views) | |
| Corinth | 23 Mar 2008, 21:15 Post #1 |
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That crazy cat lady . . . man
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As a disclaimer, this basic storyline is not my original idea. It was adapted from a storyline put forth by one piro2247 of Fantasy RP forums simply to stimulate activity in these early stages of the forum. That being said: Deep in the shadows of night lies a secretive group, known only as the Scian. A cloistered group, they were rumored to have been behind every major assassination since the kingdom of Talmhú was founded from the time of legends, when dragons and elves roamed alongside the greatest of heroes. But then, they were betrayed, though by who, it is not known. Those few who survived the Fall scattered to the far reaches of the land, sealed away with their knowledge, their power. That was ten years ago, and now, the winds of Fortune are calling them together, though for what, it can not be said. . . .
NAME: Liber Cælestus Played by: Corinth AGE: 27 APPEARANCE: Liber will usually do his best to appear quite . . . average; quite forgettable. And at 5'10" and a good weight, it isn't that hard. Usually, he'll don tough traveler's garb: a tattered cloak, wide-brimmed hat, and hard leather boots. Liber oft favours more subdued, earthy colours in his clothes--browns and tans--though if he's feeling particularly adventurous, he might go out on a limb and try white. Otherwise, he won't really spend much time preening himself; his brown hair a ruffled mess. The only really distinguishing thing about him is a mild limp in his gait--the remnants of an old battle. WEAPON: Knives and daggers are always preferred--they're easy to conceal and more than a few can be carried at once. He'll usually have a number of them hidden about his visage. HISTORY: Liber didn't get a start in the Scian until shortly before his eighteenth birthday. For the year prior, he acted as a "private contractor," of sorts; a lower grade of mercenary work. His early childhood was nothing remarkable, though quite stable--something that seemed rather rare among the other members of the organisation. Liber was brought up in a nice environment: a caring mother and father; a good education, both mental and physical; and the promise of his father's smithy when he came of age. So why did he become a mercenary, an assassin forever doomed to live of the fringes of society? No great traumas visited him, nor did he have any vendettas to sate. But rather, it was from a sense of malcontent, a desire for something more than could be offered in the life of a blacksmith. And so, when he was seventeen, he left his home to travel, and picked up his first small mercenary job later that year. In a chance encounter late into his eigteenth year, he met with a member of the Scian and was inducted shortly thereafter. I do wonder what I shall find ahead, Liber wondered as he caught glimpse of a small village on the horizon. "By the looks of it, I should be coming up on Baile. Can Fortune truly expect me to meet anyone in this little village?" And then, All the same, there is a chance. . . . "But no," he spat, "such thoughts lead to lofty expectations, and I can not afford to lower my guard; though we have been dispersed, our enemies do still pursue us." As night fell, Liber stood before the town's small wooden gates. "Oh, a tough mead would be nice," he muttered, spitting sand out of his mouth. "And who knows," he added, pulling his hat down to conceal his eyes, "Fortune may yet decide to smile upon me." |
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| + G'reth | 26 Mar 2008, 10:37 Post #2 |
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Dr. Jekyll... or Mr. Hyde?
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NAME: Vinar Stasus Played by: G'reth AGE: 25 APPEARANCE: He chooses to carry himself with awe. He dresses in the most elaborate robes and always has some sort of hat. At the moment, he sported a flashy black top hat that matched his black and white robes. He carried a cane of black that curled at the end into a shimmering red sphere. His shoes matched the sphere, and looked like shoes fit for a court jester, minus the bells. WEAPON: He concealed twin knives at his sides, and didn't bother to conceal twin swords hanging from each side of his belt. The swords were shaped almost like moon crescents and shimmered almost as much as his cane's tip. HISTORY: He joined Scian simply to go with his strengths. He was always good at being sneaky, when he chose. Ever since the breakup, he flaunted himself about, using the money he'd earned on assassinations to live the good life. Anyone who may have known him from Scian would certainly not recognize him now. And anyhow, Vinar had heard rumors that one by one, the ex-members of The Scian were disappearing or simply being killed without subtlety. This didn't concern Vinar. He felt he could out-wit, out-knife or sword-fight, and out-kill anyone that came after him. It should be noted that he had a knack for remembering faces. Vinar approached the village from the opposite side as Liber. What a pathetic little village. He thought to himself. Might as well see if I can make some coin. Since the breakup, he had fancied himself a thief, keeping his skills to sneak as sharp as he could. He enjoyed the challenge of trying to pickpocket an innocent while flashing his wardrobe. He chuckled to himself as he walked to the village. |
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| Klockwork | 26 Mar 2008, 14:14 Post #3 |
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Tears to Roses
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NAME: Lucy Drakulya Played by: Klockwork AGE: 26 APPEARANCE: Lucy, to put it bluntly, looks pathetic. Her clothing always ended up tattered and ripped nearly to the point of indecency. Her bottom garment, be it pants or a long skirt, is nearly always black, torn up and patched back up with whatever material she can find, color disregarded. Her shirts always start out with long, billowy sleeves, but they too are soon destroyed. She's built small, and is actually quite fragile- making her quite cautious in nature, not a bad thing for an assassin. Her hair is naturally, and mostly, black in color, but a few strands have been died various other colors- unknowingly matching her tattered and mismatched clothes with patchs of all kinds of colors. WEAPON: Poison Ring & Fighting Knife HISTORY: Lucy Drakulya was born to a very... very rich family. She had everything her heart desired, her parents loved her to bits, and things were honestly happy in the Drakulya house-hold. What then provoked her to run away and join up with a motley crew of assassins? Typical teenage rebellion. They said she couldn't leave, so she up and left- and didn't ever once look back. It was by chance she found The Scian and joined with them, although honestly she never was that brilliant of an assassin- most of The Scian's glory came from other members of the group. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the betrayer, as she wasn't pursued after the group broke up... about the only good thing that came from her lack of skill. After The Scian broke up, she traveled around on her own and got into various spots of trouble, but it's nothing worth noting. She's has however grown in both body and mind. Lucy had been drawn to the same village as the two males, but her entrance was much different. She didn't exactly walk through a gate like Liber, or in as flashy cloths as Vinar... she liked roof hopping herself. On one of the outer most building she climbed up onto the roof, about the only assassin work she was actually skilled at, and began walking along- leaping over gaps when one came along. She didn't consider what brought her here, she didn't have any strange feelings deep in her belly... it was just another day for Lucy. Her hair of various lengths and colors was pulled back behind her head, it flew out behind her as she leapt between rooftops. She wasn't trying to be sneaky, so it was very likely that the towns people would notice her if she looked up. Edited by Klockwork, 26 Mar 2008, 15:44.
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| Ghost of God | 26 Mar 2008, 15:42 Post #4 |
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Your friendly neighborhood cynic
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NAME: Nex Maroda Played by: Ghost of God AGE:37 APPEARANCE: Nex was one of the older members to have actually escaped, and the years have not been kind. Even at 37 his hair is as white as the snow, tied back behind him in a series of five braids that hang to his shoulders. Deep lines are carved into his face, wrikles and scars difficult to tell apart on a face only a mother could love. He was of slightly above average height, standing at just over six feet but weighing a mere 140 pounds. Crused with a metabolism that was almost as fast as he was anything resembling fat that had been on his body before the Scian had been betrayed had long since been removed by the hardships of fleeing for ones life. WEAPON: His weapons are his one defining feature, a pair of bladed gloves. Made of black leather there are razor blades swen into the leather along the 'blade' of the hand and upon the knuckles of the gloves' fingers. HISTORY: Nex joined the Scian seventeen years ago, when he was still a pup working as an understudy to a Scian member. He didn't know it at the time, but the man he called Master for 15 years of his life was going to be the cause of a lot of shit for the rest of his life. After fulfiling his aprenticeship to his Master, a man named Michael Iro, he was contacted by an agent of the Sciam and told that he had passed the test to join. Intrigued and confused he followed the agent's instructions and soon found himself in a clearing several miles from the city and surrounded by two dozen men, Michael included. That night the confirmation ceremony was preformed and Nex Maroda was initiated into the Scian. Flash forward 15 years, Nex is 35 and a full-fledged member of Sciam with dozens of sucessful assassinations under his belt. None among them stand out as any particularly great work but each was executed with skill and percision befitting the Scian. In Winter of that year came the contract that allowed him to escape the betrayal of Sciam. The assignment called for him to end the life of a Warlord declaring authority over one of the Eastern kingdom's lands. The warlord apparantly had the connections to know if there was a local assassin after him. But, the contract said, it wasn't likely he would expect an international contract. The trip took the better part of a year, during which time the Sican came to an end, leaving him with the final mission's pay and more then a few headhunters after him. Life over the next year and a half was hard, consisting of mostly hiding and running while stealing whatever food he would need and eliminating any headhunter that got too close to him. Now that the heat has begun to wear off he has stuck his head back up in society, looking decades older then he is to the point where even an old friend would have difficulty recognizing him. |
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| + G'reth | 26 Mar 2008, 15:47 Post #5 |
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Dr. Jekyll... or Mr. Hyde?
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Vinar walked into the village, and instinctively, he scoped out the area. A frantic, cat-like woman jumping roofs who looked slightly familiar, a group of people in the center of town, ooh-ing and ah-ing at something or other, an old man walking in from a different direction, again, looking slightly familiar, (He can't see Liber cuz there are buildings in the way. Duh.), nothing else interesting. He made his way to the center of town. |
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| Corinth | 26 Mar 2008, 18:23 Post #6 |
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That crazy cat lady . . . man
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((Damn Zetaboards--I try to edit my post, only to find that I accidentally clicked 'delete.' No bloody conformation screen. . . . Bastards.)) "Haha! a bar." Liber cried victoriously, spotting a small tavern near the centre of the town. Whether there be old companions or not, their reunion would have to wait until he had a good mead in his gut. As he approached the door, a slight commotion caught his ear. Frozen, he silently debated, I could just pretend I didn't hear anything. . . . It's probably nothing that needs my attention anyways. But still . . . there is the possibility. "Feh," he muttered, turning around. "I am simply not to be blessed today, am I . . . ?" His voice trailed off as a slight figure, leaping across the rooftops caught his eye. Lucy? What is that girl doing here? Breaking into a steady jog, he started after her, shouting, "Lucy? Lucy!" By the gods, he realised, laughing to himself, I've become her father. Oh, what a sad day this is. |
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| Ghost of God | 26 Mar 2008, 18:44 Post #7 |
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Your friendly neighborhood cynic
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That 'old man' Vinar had seen was Nex, making his way into town at his own slow pace. With each step an obvious limp in his left leg made the process awkward as he made his way into town. His eyes picked out the form of a girl scurrying across a roof in the village, raising the hair on the back of his neck. Over the years he had developed a mild sense of paranoia over people acting likc assassins. More then one that paranoia had saved his life whiled ending the life of his attacker. Passing through the gates he was witness to a man running after the woman on the roof shouting 'Lucy!' at her. Nex was beginning to wonder whether a prolonged stay in this town would be wise. |
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| Klockwork | 26 Mar 2008, 20:27 Post #8 |
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Tears to Roses
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Lucy's movements slowed up as she thought that she heard her name being called. The slowing was enough to kill her momentum and she barely made the next leap over to another rooftop, but not without looking silly. She landed on one knee, tearing up her pants even further- but it was no lose, barely any of the actual pants remained, it was more patches then anything else. A bit of blood welled up as she scraped some skin off, but over all it was a lot better then if she'd falled down to the ground. Lucy turned, spotting Liber as he jogged after her. A bit of a smile lit up her face. Liber had been nothing special, just another member of The Scian, but just seeing another member after a decade of being alone made her smile. calmly she slid down from the roof, landing with as much grace as she could muster. "Liber!" She called back to him, while straightening herself up and brushing some dust from her. "What are you doing here?" |
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| + G'reth | 26 Mar 2008, 20:41 Post #9 |
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Dr. Jekyll... or Mr. Hyde?
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Vinar heard someone shouting, followed by another voice and what appeared to be a happy reunion. Being nosy, he skulked over and was surprised that he recognized both of them from Scian. He knew they wouldn't recognize them (please don't recognize him for plot's sake), so he stood by, eavesdropping to see if they had any news of interest. |
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| Corinth | 26 Mar 2008, 20:48 Post #10 |
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That crazy cat lady . . . man
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Realising that he was drawing a bit of attention to himself, shouting names at the top of his voice, he paused, seeing that Lucy was slowing her gait. Stopping below her, Liber stooped for a minute, gasping for breath. "Gods," he panted heavily, "I really have been letting myself go these past few years." When he regained himself, he shouted up to her, "Ah, I was just looking for a good pint over at the tavern, an' here I find you running across the city. You trying to make me go to bed sober?" He broke off laughing, "Ah, you know me--I go where Fortune possesses me to. But then what have you been off to? You always were rather the quiet one." Edited by Corinth, 26 Mar 2008, 20:51.
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