You know you want to join! You really do!

This si a mite bit long, but try to stick with it. Please.

Long ago before humans walked the earth, they were there, the Five. They were beings of great power, and their magical abilities intertwined, making each stronger together than they were alone. For the longest time, there was peace. But then humans came. They were mortal, and bred quickly. Though they were mostly good natured and benevolent, the Five knew they could not stay there long. Men had brought with them corruption soon to be unleashed. The Five left, though they wished they could save the world from destruction. So they locked a bit of themselves, a bit of their powers, into the world, with the destiny that five young mages would find the power, and save the world.

*Points above* The prologue. Yea!

Now, humans have populated the whole world. There are two main nations, the Alterans and the Tonell. Divided by culture and beliefs, these two nations have a growing hate and mistrust for each other. With war an imminent danger, one that will reek havoc on all the world, the five young mages that unlock the power previously stored by the Five will have to save the all the lands that they know and love.

A rebel group, called Tonter, belonging neither to the Tonell or the Alterans, strive for peace in the growing darkness. Both diplomatic and fierce, they try to settle the differences between the two nations in search of peace. However, the Tonell and the Alterans believe they are too different, and their own culture is the only one that should survive.

As for the characters, there will be five openings for the five with powers (you don’t say?) There can be others, for either country or the rebel group, or just some weird wanderer person. You decide. And since they will have to save the world, they have to want there to be peace. They can be loyal to one country for awhile, but try to bring them around soon. The five are all young, below 17 years old. They aren’t born with the power they have to acquire it. So make them aquire it in some weird way. Ex. For the water person they could fall in a stream and then boom! Have the power.

Just please no ginormous powerful people. Ex: Mary-Sue, the most beautifulest prettiest immortal elf she can do any thing, like blow up ten million people with a blink of the eye, and if she really wants to she can fly totally fast and shoot lasers out of her eyes while singing so nicely that everyone falls to their knees and all the guys want to marry her, and they oogle at her with their tongues hanging out, and they drool and when she laughs flowers grow, and she never says any thing wrong, because she is the perfectest. That statement may be overly long, but I think it gets the point across.

Now, I almost forgot about it, but here’s a basic outline for each nation.

Tonell. They are an extremely proud people. They live for science and have little belief for religion (Can you guess what the other side will be?) They scorn others who belive in it. Since they have a love of science, their technology is considerably more advanced, though they are greatly outnumbered.

Alteran. Just as the Tonell, they are an extremely proud people. They are eccentrically religious, condemning all those that don’t believe. Though they have little love for science, their technology is more than primitive. Their numbers out weigh the Tonell by a lot, though they do not have the fire power that the Tonell know.

Tonter They are a rebel group. Their name is a joining of Tonell and Alteran. (Tonell + Alteran = Tonter) The members are from both nations, and they all want peace. They have no real home, they wander. Their numbers are fewer than the other countries.

The level of technology in this world is about that of LotR. No electricity, no cars, no mini wieners that come in the plastic packaging.

If you have any question about the powers of this world, just ask me.

Finally, its almost over!
My character’s bio.

Name: Kida Puellanti

Age : 16

Appearance: Short and sprite like. She has her father’s dark skin, and her mother’s white hair. She has green eyes freckled with brown. She loves wondering through the forests by herself. Her gift as a mage has always been fairly strong, and she has been well taught in it. The color of her magic is a forest green, laced with a bright copper.

History. She was born as part of the Tonter. Her father was an Alteran, and her mother was a Tontell. Kida wants there to be peace. So her people canfinally settle down.

Companions: Large copper coated, mare named Kashi, she has a cream color mane and tail.
Small black hawk named Giowne (Gee-own-ay) Kida often sees this hawk in the woods.

Kida raced through the woods. She saw the hawk she called Giowne fly above her head. “Oh, I wish I could talk to you.” She said aloud. Suddenly she stumbled. Kida tripped down a ravine, and fell right into a large crack in an old tree. She held onto conciseness for a short tome, but it was suddenly lost.

Kida woke up with half her body in the tree. She dragged herself slowly out. Her heard hurt and her tongue was parched. She stood up, and nearly fell over. She grasped for the tree to hod her steady, bearly recovering from almost falling. As she leaned against the tree, she felt her strength return. She got up, and walked away, trying to find her way back.

The way back home was a weird one. She kept feeling presences, but when she looked over her shoulder there were none to be seen. As she reached the edge of the woods, she saw Giowne. You’ve changed. The hawk seemed to say. She stared at Kida. You have changed. Kida looked up and answered. “Have I? What happened?” Something happened, I don’t know what. Giowne replied. “Wait.....Am I talking to a hawk?” Kida asked. “How.....Am I dreaming?” Figure it out for yourself. Giowne answered.

Ha! One more statement! Just one more! Well, there is another one below, but that one isn’t very important. Any way. If you want to be some magical being that isn’t a mage, then PM me about it and I’ll give you the okay.

Hope you join, and congrates if you managed to read the whole thing! Let’s make this an amazing RPG. We can take over the world! Yeah!

Okay, one more statement. Sorry!

If any of you have read Tamora Pierce, the mages’ powers are like the Gift in Tortall, and the power of the Five are like the mages’ powers in The Circle of Magic.

Ahhhh! This is the last part, I promise. Just tell me what of the five you want to be and i'll sign you in (first come, first served. You don't have to be one othe the five if you don't want to be)

Nature: Plants, animals. Can turn into animals and talk to them. Nauriel Rochnur.

Fire: Includes molten stuff Aerandir

Earth: Stone, dirt, metals, etc. Rhavaniel

Water: All three states of water. (Liquid, solid, gas) Falathiel Lothendhel

Weather.: rain, lightning, thunder, etc. Witch King of Angmar

means taken.

FIN

hmmm...interesting idea.

Could I have water?

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Whoo hoo! Welcome in! Sure, you can have water!

cool! Now give me a minute to think up a character.

BTW I LOVE Tamora Pierce.

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Tamora Pierce rocks! I got one of my friends hooked.

Name:Kamilah Shui (cami-la Shea-e)
Age:17
Apperance:very tall and elegant with meduim skin tone. Full red lips and red hair. Purple eyes. Elf-like
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Companions:White mare named Artemis. Small black cat with purple eyes named Rouge. (stole her from Alanna's cat)
History: Born as a Tonter. Now wanders the land-history to be created in rp. Will eventually officially join the rebels.
Personality:Proud and clever. Believes in peace but is a warrior and will fight wars for her beliefs. Doesn't side with either. A little cold to stranger but will warm up once she gets to know you.

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Not to be..over-bearing...But is she 18, or does she just appear 18...Because somehow I managed to read the whole thing, and I think Nauriel requested that they all be no older than 17...Just kind of wondering.

Btw, this is a great idea for an RP. I'd like to join, and I'd rather be one of those...non-Five. Here's the bio, make sure to tell me if it doesn't fit.
http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... 148#204148

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oops yea sorry. I was thinking of another charrie of mine.

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Can I be weather? I'll post a bio soon

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I claim Fire. I'll be back later and post my bio.

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Back.

Name: Dhyral Konnen
Age: 16
Nationality: Tonter
Phys. Appearance: Dhyral is around six feet tall, and tends to dress in woodsy browns and reds. He has short, reddish-brown hair, and an oddity - he has gold-colored eyes.
Weapon(s): Dhyral is highly skilled with a bow, and carries a longbow with him everywhere, and he has a long, slightly curved sword that he keeps at his side.
Background: Dhyral was born as an Alteran, but his parents moved to the Tonter beliefs, and left their homeland, so Dhyral has been raised as a Tonter. While he, like everyone else, hopes for peace, he knows that he must be prepared for all threats, so he has trained in combat since he was young. To prove the point, his parents were killed in an ambush by the Alterans, who obviously were unconcerned about their former heritage. Since that time, Dhyral's closest companion is his fast, endurable, reddish-brown horse - Maradon.

(for those of you who are interested in such details, Dhyral's magic color is a flame red)

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I'll claim Earth if thats allright *finds a bio*

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Dhyral slashed viciously, his sword slicing through the air to meet...air. He stumbled forward, thrown off balance by the force of his blow, and a long, glittering blade came down on his back, dropping him to the ground, where he lay for a minute, gritting his teeth against the pain. It was a good thing the sword was blunt, though, or he would be in two halves. "Come, lad, you can do better than that," his opponent chided softly, standing back and letting him clamber to his feet. "Losing your temper will not win the battle for you."
Dhyral glared as he resumed a defensive posture. "No, but then, when I lose my temper, I'm not normally thinking about that." Lunging forward, he slashed downwards, then reversed his grip and, backhanded, swung his sword up. His opponent's sword tapped his wrist, hard, and he nearly dropped his blade as his hand went numb. His temper rising, Dhyral went into a complex series of attacks, using every trick he knew. Each time, it was easily met. He was ready to shout in frustration when it seemed like something snapped in his head. He was in the process of slashing, and his opponent, unable to stop their parry in time, slammed their sword down on his shoulderblade, which snapped with a very definite crack. As his vision swirled between grey, white, red, and black, Dhyral sank to the ground, then the colors stopped cycling and there was only black.

A few hours later, he woke up laying on his back, with his right arm in a sling, and his shoulder wrapped in soft cloths. He reached up with his good hand, feeling his throbbing head, uncertain of how it would feel to the touch after whatever had happened during his sparring session. Opening his eyes, he could see that he was in the tent he shared with several of the other boys his age, most of whom acted as squires to the older Knights and warriors. Turning over, he groaned, not only because of the pain in his arm. His mentor was there - appearing unnaturally concerned. The sword and scabbard resting by the side of his cot indicated that he had not been left alone while unconscious. "Taryla," he said with a sigh, "could not one of the others tended me? You are needed for Brant's session today." Taryla shook her head. "You can't be tended by those incompetent people they call healers - besides, Brant doesn't need training that much - he can manage for a day. Now then - what happened?" Dhyral sighed again and answered her question. Many people were astonished to find that the best warrior in the encampment was a woman, and even more to find that they themselves, no matter how good they thought they were, stood little chance against her. But then, Dhyral enjoyed studying with her a little more than with his former mentor, Korhdan(Note to the readers - Taryla is somewhere around 30+ years old - you don't need to worry about a romance in this thread, at least not involving Dhyral or any of my characters). Taryla emphasized a little more on the speed, as opposed to the strength of the blows, and Dhyral always had done better with a swiftly-moving defence or offense, not being incredibly strong.
After thinking on it for a while, they couldn't figure out why he would have felt that in his head during the bout. "As soon as your shoulderblade heals, and your headache goes away, you should be fit to resume your archery and swordsmanship, then," Taryla said, stepping towards the doorflap. "Now then, get some rest, and when I'm back, you can tell me how you feel." She pushed open the flap, stepped out, and was gone. Within minutes Dhyral was beginning to feel tired again, and was soon sound asleep, albeit one that involved throbbing pain resounding through everything.

Wow, that took a while. I didn't realize how much I had written.
For those of you who don't enjoy reading long posts, I don't normally post ones like that, so you needn't worry.

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AERANDIR!!! Drat, you got Fire..... *sighs* Well, that counts me out... sounds like a great RP, though!! Have fun!!!!

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~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Enyalië_Vandarya, your bio looks great! Welcome.

Okay, so I was thinking last night. What would be the point of this? I had this great idea, and wrote it out quickly without thinking. I think there should be another large rebel group that is tring to get the two nations to go to war so they can get land, money, lots of stuff. They make The two contries mad at eachother by telling lies and stuff. And the two nations would be much more stable and unwarring without this group. It would make sence, and the Five would have some one to stop. The Tonter group would be reduced in number, being a small group that trys to fight the bad rebel group, but doesn't have the numbers or fire power. They would still try to make peace, but they would also fight against the Bad Rebel group. (giving those that belong to the Tonter to have a reason for knowing how to kick some major butt) (To give them a name, lets call them Rebads.)

I understand that you joined this for the first post I made, and that does not include this. If you don't want this to happen, just say so.
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Kida jogged out of the forest into the open plains. She saw Kashi grazing peacefully through the high meadow grass. "Kashi!" She yelled in her usual greeting. "Lets go!" The mare jogged over. Kashi looked the mare in the face. "The wierdest thing happened just now." She murmered as she straoked Kashi. "I could have sworn I was talking to Giowne. She said I changed, but I don't know how."
"You have changed" The mare said quietly. Kida stiffened as she heard a voice in her head, like the one from the hawk, only much clearer. It obviously came from Kashi. "I'm crazy." She muttered. "Utterly insane. What's happening to me?"
"I believe that it was you who was always moaning "Oh, i wish I could I talk to animals, oh I wish I could talk to animals." You got your wish."
"Was that.....sarcasm?" She asked. "You don't seemed so surprised."
"Animals talk to people all the time. People talk to animals too, however primitive thier language is. Humans just have never been able to understand. Now you have." Kashi started walking back to where camp was.
"But arn't you the least bit curious about how it happened?" Kida asked.
"Not really." What happened happened. I'm sure its for a good reason. And stop making those noices. Just send me what you want to say, with your mind."
"Kida comprehended that last bi of information for a little while. She tryied to send her mare a message.
"Not too bad, for the first time" Kashi replied. "But it needs work." Kashi whickered good naturedly.
"But still, how can you not be curious?" Kida started again. "How did this happen?"
A screech was heard and Giowne flew over to Kida, and landed softly on Kashi's saddle.
"I am curious." The small black hawk relied. "Very curious"

Lol, Luinnar.

Somewhere in his dreams, the throbbing in Dhyral's head finally decreased, just as the dream shifted to a more pleasant one, also. When he woke up finally, the throbbing was altogether gone, leaving only a sore shoulderblade. Deciding he could risk it, he rolled off the cot and stood up. Stepping out of the tent, he squinted in the bright sunlight, then started walking through the camp. Since he couldn't do much of anything right now, he might as well find some way to amuse himself.

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Name: Rhan
Age: 17
Apperance: very tall and very pretty, has long black hair tied in a plait using a vine of somesort, full red lips, elfin-features, very powerfull green eyes. Wears tight fitting leather trousers, and a white large cuffed shirt with a corstet over the top.
Pic: *search*
History: Stubbornly wont talk about it.
Weapons : Bow and quiver (green feathers) and a scimetar (sp? anyway a cutlass lol), twinn daggers on either side. No armour
Companions: Male grey wolf named Kanan-( very protective, and powerfull,)
Personality: Down-to-earth, wise, solitary and arrogant. Cant be extremly stubborn when things dont go her way. Enjoys war but loves peace. Motherly to children. Helpfull and playfull, loves to show off her slim figure- a hopeless romantic.

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Rhan ran through the forest, her silky black hair tumbling behind her, to her right bounded a large grey wolf its tounge dangling benaeth perfect white teeth.
Out of breath they splashed through a stream and came to a stop. A single bead of sweat was all that showed she had been running, other ise she looked perfect.
Patting the wolf on its head she cupped some of the water in her hands and drank, two sets of sharp ears listning out for enemies.
Kanan lay down and closed his eyes, tounge still lolling around. "Oh, come on old friend, thats not very polite..." the woman tutted with a grin. The tounge lolled out further. Shaking her head Rhan watched the fish in the river, twirling a poppy around her slender fingers.

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