The Army of Death *Sign-up's*

[Shadowfaith]

The Army of Death
PG-15 for Violence​

Lorette, a kingdom of great beauty, once ruled by the great and kindly king, Sir Augustus Valentine, he had shown love to the common folk of his kingdom, allowing both men and women to live as equals. He saw all species of living folk as beautiful creatures in his eyes, from the magical elves of the Acroven forest to the horrid Vampires of the lunar land. These creatures were all at peace, even the carnivorous creatures such as Werewolves and Dragon’s, his land was truly a miracle.

The Vampires, though blood suckers, were granted permission to feed off of the animals who resigned on the outskirts of the lunar land, though they were forbidden to feed on that of humans, unless they wished themselves killed by holy silver. They agreed to these arrangements, they were even aloud to mingle with the likes of humans, but only if their promise was kept.

Werewolves lived along side the Vampires of the Lunar lands, and granted to same hunting permission, though in the past, there had been rumours of the Vampires and Werewolves having their territorial differences, but Humans and Elves were told not to meddle in their affairs unless they possessed a death wish.

All was running perfectly, until one fateful day…

“Look at it” The wise wizard stated, a hand placed on the shoulder of the young lad standing at his side “This is now yours, your father has passed away and now you own this great land before you and the peasants that live in it” he grasped the younger shoulder and watched as he scanned his newly acquired land.

Sir Augustus Valentine had passed away only two days ago due to a serious case of the flue, his will stated that the kingdom of Lorette be passed into the hands of his son, Sir Harry Valentine. But the young heir knew not of how to rule his own land and his stomach fluttered from the horror of the moment.

“But, I don’t know-” The young man was cut off with a harsh laugh from the aging wizard “Which is why I am going to help you, Harry. Do not worry I will teach you how to rule this land. Your father was a fool, he did not have the will power to teach these peasants the way to behave in his presence, but you will rule this country with power, I will help you, Harry”

~*Ten years later*~​

The Kingdom of Lorette is under the control of the Iron Fisted, King Valentine who rules with power and fear. The land is not as it was ten years ago, no; now it stands as a waste land, crushed under the fury of the king and his most powerful army, the army of death.

Humans and demons alike run from the mere mention of his name, not wanting to fall victim to this unholy king and his cursed army. There stands no army in any other kingdom who can withstand his power, not with the Wizard stood at his side at least. Kings have fallen, Queens slaughtered and their army’s killed or taken for their own, many kingdoms have fallen to his might.

The Kings army is made up of many, from mere humans to powerful creatures such as the Undead and the cursed. They themselves seek power and bow to the king upon his word that they will get it. They have fallen under his control and now kill for pleasure.

The Forest of Acroven, home to the mythical Elven people and their steeds, is the only place left untouched by the king, as it is said to be protected by the fallen leaders of their kind. This holy sanctuary has become home to many rogue groups of humans as the Elven people have been kind enough to share their home for the time being, until the king has been defeated, for they believe that the king’s rain will not continue for much longer, and he will soon be over thrown.

The Lunar land has also been untouched, but only for the mere reason that the king offered them a prize that they could not refuse. If they were to join him in his rain over the land, he would allow them to feed off of the humans and creatures that refused to join him in battle. Eager to taste the sweet taste of human blood once again, most agreed eagerly to this and joined the king without though.

The Vampiric queen, Kali, pleaded that they not give in to such temptation, for she was a true follower of Augustus Valentine, and she knew that this was not his wish, she would not go back on her loyalty, no matter how tempting the offer…only few loyal Vampires stayed along side her in her decision.

Back at the castle, Princess Loretta, named after the mighty land itself could take no more of the selfishness of her brother, King Valentine and has fled from her home in search of Warriors who could help her take revenge on her brother and release the word from his wrath. Some say she is the descendant of Angels and possesses extraordinary powers, but if this is true, why has she not over thrown her brother and claimed rule over the throne…could it be her love that prevents her from brining harm upon her brother?

She now seeks all; Undead, cursed and humans for aid to overthrow her brother and his army of death and save the countless lives of those that suffer across the many lands her brother has claimed rule over.

Sum up:​

Basically, you are one of the rogue creatures who have either fled to the forest of Acroven, or remain in hiding elsewhere in the Kingdom of Loretta (or another kingdom). You lead a rouge group of warriors who do not approve the rain of King Valentine and so pray for his downfall.

Soon, you will all gather in the forest of Acroven and prepare to make an Army worthy of Angels and Devils (Whatever path you follow) and try to overthrow the king and protect Kingdoms from the wrath of the Army of Death. The more Kingdoms you save, the more men you receive and the more powerful you get. Will you be able to overthrow the most powerful army in the land?

Sign ups:​

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species: *
Steed: **
Description: (I would say this is set in the time of Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table)
Personality:
History:
Other:
Sample RPG: This can be a link to a post you made in another RPG.

*Species:​

Humans: There are many rouge groups of humans left in the land, and so this would be the most common choice. You carry little weaponry and armour, but this will soon be changed.

Vampires: The only known group of Vampires in the land are that of Kali's group who live in the Lunar lands. Vampires are known to be creatures of the night, though some have learnt to withstand the light, though they still dislike it. They drink blood for a living and so need to feed at least once in a night.

If you wish to be a Vampire then you either have to go under the rule of Kali or, you can be rouge who found yourself either thrown from the army of death, or you left. Though you will have to join up later on with Kali and join her group. So in other words you will either be apart of Kali's group from the very start or join up with her later on.

Elves: Loretten Elves live in the forest of Acroven, but there are other species of elves that live in the land, the Acroven elves cannot be controlled by anyone though, because they are all about peace and only give aid, they do not fight. If you wish to be an elf, then you will have to take control of a group that is from another kingdom.

Werewolves: Live along side the Vampires in the land of Lunar, but were too vicious and uncontrolled to be taken into the kings army if a full moon were to occur. Werewolves are a choice, but they will be quite hard to control during the RPG as the full moon brings about insanity, they will most probably attack their allies in these moment.

Other: If you have another recommendation for a species, then you will have to PM me.

**Steeds:
Werewolves will not be in possession of these.​

Horse: The most common steed will probably be used by Humans and Vampires.

Dragon: A rare steed that will be used by Humans who were once in the services of the King. These beasts comes in many shapes and sizes, their appearance is up to you.

Unicorn: A steed found only in forests that are inhabited by elves and can only be handled by those of Elven kind.

Hellhounds: Found only in the lunar lands, these beasts are usually killed and devoured by Werewolves, but used as steeds by Vampires.

Other: If you have an idea for another species of steed them PM me.

Controlling your group:​

As you are the leader of a rouge group, you will have to take charge of all the members who form it. Though the leader will be the main character, you may have to give a status report on how your group holds off in battle; some characters may be used more than others though.

My sign up:

Name: Kali Lagura

Age: Looks to be around 18, is in fact 244

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Description: Kali has long flowing black hair which bares silver streaks and to strands of which fall down past blood red. Her skin is a pasty white colour and bares no scars only strange markings which wind themselves around the sleek curves of her body. She stands at around 5’7 and wears tattered clothing, which consist mainly of rangers clothing; a black tunic and leather trousers accompanied by heavy boots with metal clasps, many black belts wrap themselves securely around her lithe frame and strange markings can be seen etched into the pale skin just above the collar of her tunic, some wonder whether her whole body is covered by the satanic markings. Secured at her belt are two sword sheathes which bare mighty, silver bladed swords with grand handles, though this lithe form is covered by a large, long flowing cloak which is some times held closed by a golden chain at the collar. The fangs that penetrate her pink gums are normally seen piercing the sensitive skin of her lower lip, drawing blood in the process which is usually licked up by an abnormally large tongue.

Personality: Kali is anything but lady like and will not stand down at the hands of men when she is told to. Her sarcastic and witty nature normally deprives her of true friends, but she is looked up to by many of her species for having the strength to lead a clan of her own as well as her glorious rain. She is caring only for her people and will show no mercy to those, whom threaten her, any companions she makes on her many journeys are normally forgotten in a heartbeat (Bit of Irony there because Vampires hearts do not beat XP).

History: Kali was bitten at the tender age of 18 by a Vampire named Vladimir, he cared for her for many years and taught her how to defend herself when in trouble and told her the ways of the Vampire nature. At the age of 100 she had seen more than what the great kings of that era had and was already skilled in the ways of battle. She killed countless through bloodlust and for a short while remained alone, fighting her own battles and pillaging from villages. When she came to the age of 180 she met with others of her species, and slowly began to create a rule of her own. Many looked up to her and counted on her for their blood, they killed countless at her orders and still do to this vary day. Kali is the leader of a bunch of rogue Vampires who were cast aside by the ones they loved after being turned by those their families hate so much.

When the Augustus became king, he announced that they be treated as equals as long as they secede their killing of humans. Wanting the best for her race, she agreed to this, and declared peace between the Vampiric race and the Humans race, she has been loyal to the king ever since, even fighting in battles along side him, her loyalty still remains for him, even in his death, multiple times had she offered to turn him into one of her own, but he simply declined, he had stated that God had made his decision and that he would die a human.

Other: None.


This was going to be invitation only, but I decided against it.

 

[~Meitantei Starlight*~]

Hey you had this on pc too...

Um, when are you gonna start that one? If you're not gonna than is it ok for me to join here too with my chracter from pc?

Wait, that wouldn't seem right >.> *brick'd* How about a different character?

 

[Shadowfaith]

I started it here because I had a few people asking me to start it up here

I have a few more joining at PC, that’s why it hasn't started yet there, hopefully it will be up tomorrow there. I had hopped to start it this weekend, but I’ve had food poisoning and I haven't even been able to make it to the computer.

But you can join here to if you want, because though it may be the same RPG, it will take a different turn with different character.

But you can join with your character from PC, as you can see I have, but Kali has always been my character for this RPG.

 

[Skrusti]

Name: Drizzt (Dridst) Do'Urden (Do-Urr-den)

Age: 75ish

Gender: Male

Species: Drow

Steed: None. Instead, in place of a steed, Drizzt has a magical figurine. No, not a figurine like a dancer. A figurine like a figure of something carved out of something. This particular figurine is made of Onyx, and it looks like a giant cat. A panther, to be exact. The figurine stands at about 4 inches tall, so it is lightweight and easy to carry.

Now, you might be wondering why he carries around a Onyx Figurine of a Panther. Well, Drow are naturally adept at magic. This figurine summons a panther of enormous proportions (read enormous as two times the size of a normal panther), who would protect Drizzt until he dies. (Drizzt, not the Panther.) The only way to 'kill' the panther is to smash the figurine. But good luck, Drizzt always carries it in a belt pouch so it is hard to access. The figurine looks like a Panther that just pushed its front legs off for a jump.

The cat's name is Guenwyhvar (Gwen-Why-Var). It looks pretty much like a normal panther. Yeah, it's pretty big. To summon it, all he has to do is speak its name. If the panther is too tired, it disappears back into the Astral plane. The Panther can stay in this plane for about 5 hours of normalcy, 2 and a half of battling without recieving wounds, and about a half hour if it takes alot of damage.

Description: Drizzt Do'Urden is a dark elf, commonly known as drow. Drizzt stands at about 5′6″ and weighs about 130 pounds (59 kg). His handsome features are sharp and well proportioned; and like other drow, Drizzt's skin is black and his stark white hair is long, thick, and flowing. Perhaps Drizzt's most striking feature, though, are his eyes, which are a lavender hue (quite different from the drow race's typical red, even when he uses his infravision, which normally causes eyes to glow red) and seem to glow fiercely when he is angry or determined.

His swords, scimitars by the names of "Icingdeath" and "Twinkle", fit into sheaths located at the sides of his body. The armour he wears is made of mithril, and is magically enhanced to take more blows than normal armour would. He also has a longbow nicknamed Taulmaril, (Tall-mar-ul). The bow is made of wood enspelled not to break or scratch, and the quiver for it holds 20 silver arrows; when one is used the quiver magically replaces it. Part of the weapon's (or the arrows' (or both's)) enchantment is that the arrows are imbued with crackling energy in flight that causes them to deal far more damage than would be typical for a normal arrow.

He normally wears a fur-collared green forest cloak and high black boots, with a necklace attached to a white unicorn head, the symbol of his godess, Mielikki. It has been more than 20 years since Drizzt first ventured into the surface world, but his vision, accustomed to the pitch-blacknes of the Underdark, has not completely adapted to the bright surface world. At present he is in the neighborhood of 70 years old, not even old enough to be considered an adult by elven standards.

For a better description, check this picture: Drizzt

Personality: Thoughtful and sensitive to others, Drizzt holds himself to the highest ideals but does not expect the same of others. Ever alert for treachery and danger, he speaks little but is apt to be polite (if terse) in his dealings. A perfectionist who yearns to be accepted into places and groups and to make friends widely.

When the situation calls for it, however, he can be incredibly daring, even reckless. In fact, several of his friends are convinced that someday he will leap into a situation that he will not be able to get out of. He harbors a deep love for the surface world, and cherishes his place in it, though many are still prejudiced against him, for the drow are known to be cruel killers without mercy.

History: Drizzt had originally lived in the Drow capital city of Menzoberannzan. That all changed when his family's house was destroyed because of his actions. Ever since then, he has been hunted by Drow seeking favor with the spider queen Lloth since fleeing from the Drow city. He has made many friends, and many enemies, while on the surface of the world. His travels have taken him many places, this land his latest stop. He was approached by elves to fight for their cause, to overthrow the wicked king that currently ruled.

His heart wouldn't let him say no. He joined the elven army, quite out of place with his dark skin and white hair, as most elves had light skin and golden hair. Time and time again Drizzt has helped out small bands of elven rangers who have performed hit and run tactics on patrols sent out by the king. Now, though, Drizzt is beginning to collect people he can count on as allies to perform one last attack on the king. The Army of Angels and Devils would be victorious, Drizzt is sure of it.

Currently, Drizzt has about 5 elves under his control, and is planning another raid on a small outpost.

Other: As a Drow, Drizzt has the innate magical abilities of one. He can cast a globe of darkness, which has a diameter of about 3 meters. He can also light his enemies with 'Faerie Fire', which is faeries that flicker to life on the body of an enemy, marking their position even if they are invisible. While made of flames, the fire does no harm to the person they are cast on.

RPG sample:

After the mercenary was struck by the arrow, Drizzt didn't act like his companions and immediatly go to his rescue. Something had fired that arrow, and that something was still here. Shifting his eyes into the infrared spectrum, Drizzt glanced around. Normal heat signatures, until a spike in it cause him to momentarily go blind. Crying out in pain, Drizzt shielded his eyes from further assault. Someone had apparently known he was a drow. Someone asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer.

Sliding Twinkle and Icedeath from their sheathes, he slipped out of sight, hoping that he wouldn't be noticed. That blast of energy had faded from his eyes by now, and he could see correctly. It had come from the north, and he assumed that whatever it was was more dangerous than a pack of Kine. It looked like the work of...a Shade.

Drizzt had fought a Shade, a long time ago. It had won, by a large margin, but that was before he had his Dragon. He stopped, looked around, and then peered straight into the sky. He opened his mouth, and long forgotten words escaped. "Shira mo huja yora tor, disthin molen!" He hadn't spoken those words for a long time. A roar filled the air, and Drizzt knew that Draco had understood. He started his slow movements yet again, edgeing silently down the street, using cover to his advantage.

He saw a figure clothed in black talking to a Kine, apparently ordering it to do something. The Kine hissed, and the man started to leave. "HALT!" Drizzt cried. The Kine looked around, as did the man. "So, an elementalist. This should be interesting. This Kine is the leader of the pack sent after you." A voice, cold as ice, whispered from underneath the cloak. The Kine snarled, holding up a sword, advancing on Drizzt's position. It reached for another weapon strapped to its waist, and that was when Drizzt struck. Calling upon his innate Drow magic, he conjured a small globe of darkness about three meters in diamater around the Kine, and followed it with a strike straight at the Kine's stomach.

About the same time, the man in the cloak struck. Another globe of darkness was cast around Drizzt who was taken aback. Only drow could use this ability. He lept back, hoping to escape the globe, but this globe was much larger than his. Apparently the man wasn't a man at all. Another drow seemed most likely. He called upon another of his innate abilities and floated upwards, just as the Kine struck. It fell, off-balance, as it had expected Drizzt to be confused and to stay still. Now outside of the dark area, Drizzt could survey the two assailants. Both globes vanished, and the Kine snarled again at Drizzt. He dropped to the ground swiftly, and parried a thrust the Kine threw at him. Back and forth the two went, Drizzt realizing this Kine was stronger than most. They were evenly matched, to say the least.

The Kine was starting to get tired, as was Drizzt, but neither showed it. Unmercifully they struck again and again, scoring minor hits on each other. Drizzt lept back from a particularily rough attack, and called forth a small amount of electrical energy, which he zapped the Kine with. It screeched in agony as it was jolted, and Drizzt brought Twinkle down in a diagonal cut. It sliced open the Kine's shoulder, blood and muscle flying away. Its left arm dropped dead, as did the dirk it had held. It fought with renewed vigor even as blood dripped from its wound. Drizzt barely blocked a strike that was aimed for his neck, and dropped to his knees. He thrust Icedeath into the Kine, and it let out a soft moan. Pulling it out, blood spewed from it, making the street slippery, and Drizzt struck again, using his sword to lop off the creature's head.

Panting, Drizzt turned to the cloaked person, who was standing silent. And most amazingly, he applauded Drizzt. "Ahh...finally, one who can stand up and fight. Would you believe that Kine has killed over 500 people by itself? Amazing creatures, Kine." That voice whispered again. "Ahh, but I have not introduced myself. My name is Cecil, and I work for the Emporer, if you have not guessed that by now. Congratulations on this small victory, but believe me, we have much more in store for you. This is just a taste of our ability. Goodbye, elementalist. Tell the others what you have seen." The man raised on arm, snapped his fingers, and a Dragon flew down from the skies, scooped the man up, and flew away. Still panting, Drizzt stared after the man. That arm had changed coloring. From Wood-elf...to Drow. There was something strange about that person, but he couldn't quite place it.

Replacing Twinkle and Icedeath in their sheathes, Drizzt started to pick his way back. He didn't like to admit it, but he had sustained heavy damage in that fight. His arms felt like they were about to fall off, and he was bleeding from a dozen minor cuts, and couple major ones. He also had to warn the others of these super-strong Kine, and the one leading them....

Sorry I let it fall last time D= I'll try better this time, I swear Rachel.

 

[Bulk]

I swear I've seen this exact idea before but I can't remember where... anywho, sounds fun. Here's my sign up.

Name: Bulk Maximus (If this name doesn't seem right for this RPG, just say so)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Species: Werewolf

Steed: None

Description: Bulk wears hard, red armour with no helmet. He is unique in that when he transforms, Bulk is still able to wear his clothes and stand in an upright position. He wears no shoes, as he has no need for them as a wolf. He usually carries a large, broadsword with him, which he has learnt to use during his brief transformations as a wolf. He has grey hair, matching his wolf counter-part; blue eyes and is around 6 foot tall. He has little muscle and has little or no confidence.

Personality: Bulk finds it very difficult to open up to people and usually finds himself on his own, with no one to be with. Although he has learnt to deal with this, he still wishes he could just have someone to be his friend. He is very independent and so finds it difficult to work as a team. He rarely speaks and when he does, his voice is very quiet.

History: Although Bulk is a werewolf, he is different to other wolves. Instead of being the offspring of a werewolf family, Bulk was bitten as a child and so sent away to the Lunar Lands by his human family. In the Lunar Lands, he was, again, considered an outcast for being "un-pure". Living on his own, he built his own hut and started forging his own iron and steel, which he made into amour and swords. During this time, living in the Lunar Lands, Bulk researched many ways to try and find a cure and become a human once again. However, so far he had been unsuccessful. After countless years of being attacked and almost killed by the other werewolves, Bulk eventually stood up to the attackers, killing several of them. When the news came through that the evil dictator, King Valentine, was assembling an army, Bulk leaped at the opportunity to be part of something rather than waste away his life on his own. However, during the basic training, he transformed to a wolf and killed over 40 other members of King Valentine's army. He was then whipped several times and almost killed.

After the incident, Bulk ran. He ran through forest and desert to find a place where he could take revenge on King Valentine. After days of searching, and several victims taken by his transformation, Bulk found himself in the Elfen forest of Acroven. However, his main reason for coming to Acroven was only partially for revenge. His main motive was to find a cure for himself and one day, be a man again...

Other: He hates being a werewolf, in case I missed that bit.

Sample RPG: This is a prologue I did for "Pokemon can talk?!" in the Sign Up but it's still a sample.

With the wind rushing through his hair, Bulk raced across Kanto's lush forests riding, his beloved companion, Arcanine. The warm summer sun was high above them, with the heat beating down on both of them. Arcanine was panting as they raced along the forest path and Bulk was having to grip quite tightly to avoid falling off. The thick, fur coat of Arcanine made the perfect seat, cushioning Bulk as Arcanine sped on. The trainer and his Pokemon came to a clearing just north of Vermilion City with a small pool of water. Bulk leaned closer to Arcanine's ear and spoke to him.

"We'll stop here for a drink," he said, lifting his head back to gain upright position.

"Good idea," said Arcanine and Arcanine slowed down until he had stopped in front of the pool. Bulk slid off Arcanine and wiped his head with his sweat-band. Both Arcanine and himself, bent down to drink from the pool. After Bulk was replenished, he stood up and walked a few paces from Arcanine, who was gulping down huge amounts of water. Bulk looked over towards the south and saw Vermilion City, just 200 yards off. He turned to Arcanine, who had just finished drinking, and went over to him.

"We're almost there," he said, softly. "Then it's just a short trip on a boat and then we'll find out what all this madness is really all about."

"You know," spoke Arcanine. "It's not too late to turn back. This isn't going to be easy, Bulk. If you don't want to, we'll go back."

"Well, it'd be nice to let this go but we have to do something." Bulk turned from his friend and picked up a small pebble. "If we don't do something, who will? there are so many selfish people in this world, all wishing to be the Pokemon Champion that most people will probably just blame this whole incident on the authorities." Bulk skimmed the stone across the water, where it sunk after 4 jumps. He turned back to Arcanine. "Your right, it isn't going to be easy but it has to be done."

Arcanine nodded. He understood. He turned to allow Bulk to mount him but Bulk stopped half way.

"What is it?" the Pokemon asked, turning to look at the pool.

Out of no where, a Poliwhirl had jumped out of the pool and was attacking.

"Time for a bit of fun, don't you think?" said Bulk, smirking.

He pulled out a Pokeball from his belt and threw it at the ground. Arcanine, realising this wasn't his battle, stepped behind his trainer.

"Go, Munchlax!" yelled Bulk.

The Pokeball opened, spraying light in all directions. The light subsided and Munchalx was standing there.

"MUNCHLAX!" it shouted, in high, childish voice. With the battle ready to go, the Poliwhirl charged at Munchlax, holding it's fist out, ready to Focus Punch the enemy. The Poliwhirl came closer until it was it striking distance.

"Munchlax, Thunder Punch!" screamed Bulk.

There was a flash of light and when Bulk looked down to see what had happened, Munchlax was standing with the Poliwhirl lying on the floor, defeated.

"Well done Munchlax, your getting better everyday," said Bulk, tickling Munclax under the chin.

"Thanks," giggled Munclax. "Now, if you don't mind, I was in the middle of a nap when you called me so I'd like to return to that now."

"Of course," smiled Bulk. "Munchlax, return."

There was a swirl of light and Bulk placed the Pokeball back in his utility belt. He then turned to Arcanine who was smiling.

"What are you so happy about," questioned Bulk.

"Ah nothing," said Arcanine. "They just grow up so fast."

Bulk got onto Arcanine and the beast sped off, leaving the clearing and the Poliwhirl behind them. With Vermilion City growing ever closer, Bulk was happy. He had the perfect Pokemon, ready for anything. It was time to put an end to the suffering of millions of Pokemon and hundreds of trainers. They sped on out of the forest, slowing down as they entered the city.

Arcanine came to a trotting pace as they passed the houses, marts and pokemon centre of Vermilion City. They stopped off at one of the marts to pick up some Pokeballs, Revives and Potions and then headed down towards the port, with the S.S. Anne looming in front of them. Arcanine turned right leading the way to part of the port with a small fishing boat tied to the jetty. A young man was tying up some nets and tidying up his rusty, ancient boat. He saw Bulk and Arcanine come into view and waved to them.

"Bulk!" he shouted. "Come on down, we're almost ready to set off."

Arcanine came along side the boat and Bulk slid off. He patted Arcanine on the back, thanking him for taking him the long way.

"Thanks, Arcanine," he whispered in the dog's ear. "It'd taken me days to get here on my own. I'm going to retreat you know so you can have some rest, ok?"

"Thanks, I need some sleep," said Arcanine, stepping back so Bulk would have a clear view to place him back in his ball. Bulk stood back and took a pokeball from his belt. He held it up in his right hand. The fisherman seemed to be caught up in his own work and wasn't paying much attention to Bulk or Arcanine.

"Arcanine, return," said Bulk. The usual light flashed about and Bulk replaced the pokeball back on his belt.

"Well then, are you sure about this, Bulk?" questioned the fisherman.

"Look, Dave," said Bulk. "I've given it loads of thought and it just seems like the right thing to do. Anyway, there's not really much point in turning back now."

"Suppose," said Dave, taking off his sailors cap and fanning it in front of his face. It was midday so the heat was getting to everyone. "Well, there seems to be no stopping you know. If you could untie the painter and hop aboard then, we'll set off."

Bulk, did as he was instructed. He bent down and untied the painter, brushing off a small Staryu into the cool water below. He jumped on board with the rope and Dave started the engine. The boat turned out to sea and Bulk climbed down onto the deck, flinging the painter to the side. They set out of the port with Vermilion coast stretched out behind them. In the distance they could see Cinnabar Island, behind that, the small outlines of Hoenn and even further out, the glimmering sparkle of the Steel Gate. They were travelling around 30 knots, with the wind rushing through Bulk's hair.

As the journey progressed, the two cousins talked on about family life and reminiscing past times. They slowly passed Cinnabar Island, waving to the islanders. Later on, they passed Pacifidlog Town causing an uproar with their wash spilling over the floating rafters as they passed. They quickly sped on to avoid any trouble. They were just passing Dewford Town when Dave turned to Bulk.

"Now, Bulk," he said. "I want you to listen to me. This is going to be difficult for you. After all, you do only have two Pokemon and, although they are rather strong, my father (your uncle) and I don't feel that you’re going to survive like that. So, we want you to have this."

Dave handed Bulk a pokeball.

"It's my father's Sneasle," he said. "It's the only Pokemon we managed to rescue from the PokeTalk but somehow, she still managed to speak. It's very odd but, still, we feel she'll help you. She's strong, around the same level as your Arcanine and she'll do anything you ask of her."

Bulk tried to give the pokeball back, thrusting it into Dave's hands saying, "No. I couldn't possibly take your last remaining Pokemon, after such a disaster."
"Bulk. Listen to me," Dave persisted. "If you succeed on this quest, we'll get all our Pokemon back and we have faith that your going to succeed. Please, don't argue, you know it's for the best as well."

Dave gave the pokeball back to Bulk who, resisting, placed the pokeball on his belt. He turned to his cousin and after a few seconds, embraced him.

"Thank you," he said, with a slight tear in his eye. The two ended the hug and turned to see it. The huge Steel Gate looming ahead of them.

"Well," said Dave. "Good luck! Although you probably don’t need it," he said with a smile on his face."

"Thanks," said Bulk, releasing Arcanine from his pokeball. The beast stretched out, Bulk climbed on and turned to Dave. "Oh yes, and don't worry about coming back for me. I'll find a water Pokemon, somewhere, who'll ferry me across the water. Bye then." With these closing words, Arcanine ran to the end of the boat, turned and ran back to the front at great speed. He reached the front of the boat and jumped off, propelling himself into the air and leaping over the water to the dry beach, that was the new region. Bulk turned and waved to Dave who was already starting up his engines. He retuned the wave and sped off back towards Vermilion. Arcanine turned and headed up towards a group of people stand in front of the Steel Gate.

This was it then. This was where Bulk's quest would truly begin. He had three, strong Pokemon with him and was ready for anything. He had enough pokeballs to help him catch more Pokemon and he had his Pokedex ready to research any new breeds he might find. The thoughts of his mother came to him and his passion to help rid the world of this evil was now stronger than ever. It was time for Bulk to become the master he had always dreamed of being.

If anything’s wrong or not up to scratch, or if I've missed anything, just say so and I'll do my best to correct it.

 

[Shadowcat]

Stri, reserve me a spot... You know I want in...

 

[Sonozaki Maya]

Can you please please reserve me a spot, Lor? You had changed it from being invite only to public, and because of this I'm afraid I won't be able to signup without reserving. If you reserve me I'll create a rendition of my Tristan character just for this. ;D

 

[Shadowfaith]

Sorry about the hold up, but you wont believe how much bad luck I have had over the last week. Food Poisoning, Viral Infection and muscle pain...someone doesn't like me...or I have some very bad luck.

Anyways:

Skru: No worries about the last one, you had your reasons. Accepted.

theultimatebulk: Accepted.

Sapphire: Spot held of course XP

ET: That would be awesome =D. Spot held!

 

[Lemurian]

Name: Alexhaur Merthal
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Steed: None

Description: Alexhaur is tall for his age and is muscular built. His legs are long and atheltic and his arms are muscular built as well. His face is harsh and a short, brown beard together with a pair of crimson eyes decorate his face. His hair is a brown mess, which seems like it was last combed two years ago. He dresses in black and dark blue clothing, consisting of a rough woolen shirt and a pair of thin pants. Outside this, he wears a hooded cape that can envelop all of him when spread out wide. A belt spans 'round the pants and from it hangs a crude steel-hammer.

Personality: Alexhaur is a silent man. He will never speak, not even under torture, simply because his toungue has been cut off ( see History ). He communicate with those few fellow men he meet by pointing and body language. He is very shy but has a very good memory of anything he sees or hears. He has understood the threath from the King and is planning to use his power for good. He is very strong, after many years living in the wild ( again, see history ) and has almost maintained a sort of control in his werewolf form. But, that control isn't much to trust.

History: Alexhaur was found in the woods outside a small, hidden village when he was three. He was found by a pair of lumberjacks that kept him as their own. When he was five, he started transforming into a werewolf and his parents fled.

He started wandering the forest around the cottage alone and reached the village close by. The villagers though, had been informed by the lumberjacks and tried to kill him. Unfortunatly, this was under a full moon night, so Alexhaur transformed and killed two men. He ran away from the angry villagers and reached the neighbour village, which hadn't been informed.

There he was brought up by a very understanding family which kept him hidden every night. But once, he escaped and killed a man. The villagers cut off his tongue but let him live there as long as someone made sure he was locked tight in at night. Like this, he lived for 13 years, becoming a blacksmith in the town. When the Army of Death appeared, he ran away and started living in the forest, guarding passerbys without them knowing from various animals in the forest. His strength grew and so did the rumors about the King. When he became 35, rumors reached him about the counter-army in Acroven and so he started travelling that direction.

Other: Alexhaur's view on being a werewolf changes rather often from it being a curse to it being a gift.
Sample RPG: Taken from Zelda: The Rising Darkness.

"Grahm-thol." Haur muttered as he got off the horse. The strange and morbid language of the eldest Stalfoses was popular for one thing; its curses. A long line of these was uttered between his skeleton teeth. The helmet on his head weighed down, but he was no mere animation. He was a full Stalfos. The complete opposite of what was in front of him.

Three skinny Stalfoses stood before him. None bore the Feather and only one had the Stone. "Well, good morning, corpses." he greeted them, the sarcasm dripping of each word. "Are you prepared to die?" They all nodded. "Piles of junk!" Haur screamed at them. "You are already dead! When you die this time, you will feel nothing! The sword is the last thing you ever will feel. And you three recruits have to remember one thing. It's a big chance that that sword can be MINE if you don't obey me! You heard that?" The three nodded again, a bit more rushed and forced this time. "Good." he snarled at them. "Now, get ready to march! We've got Hylian blood to spill on the grass of Hyrule. Get them bones moving!"

He looked at them as they hurried to get their last things. He were to be the only Stalfos with the Two Feathers that had to survive with this puny piles of old bones. Finally, the three were ready. Their swordes were hanging with their still almost unused shield. Their plain grey helmets shone without any trace of blood. It was almost something Haur could spit at, had he still been a human. But their minds and weapons would all be coated in blood soon enough. They were going to be transferred to the main front. There, the enemy was ready to be cut down. He could feel the cold smile broading over his face. The recruits misunderstood this and became eased. "Move!" he shouted at them. "Follow me!" He jumped in the saddle of his horse and began riding slowly away. The three soldiers followed him. This was gonne be like the eternal fires of The Everlasting Pain...for the Hylians.