The Restoration of Venirex
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(they are about a block a way from Adam's home haven't picked a location so just plot no jutsu yourself into it or something)
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Name: *Eastlynn Markov
Race: Human
Ability Ranking: Werewolf/Psychopath
Social level: Warrior (neutral in terms of alliegance)
Transformation: Werewolf*
Home: N/A
Weapons: Tooth and Claw. Never fights in his human state, due to poor physical health while in his human state.
Back story: alright, let's see if I can spin a tail worthy of acceptance. -cracks fingers-
Three hundred nautical miles south-east of Venirex stands a small island called Sorin. Tough not very large if compared to the rest of the world, Sorin was large enough to contain inhabitants. Well, used to, that is. Let me explain. Two hundred years ago, there lived a civilization of people called the Markov. In their prime, the Markov were great artisans, building amazing feats of architecture and imbuing them with magic of which had never been seen: buildings made of stone that could be seen through like glass, pathways that moved on their own, and stones that absorbed the light during the day in order to illuminate the towns at night. This island, this wondrous paradise, was beautiful and peaceful; but, it would not last. No, for Sorin held a terrible secret. Before the island had become the paradise of artisans, it was a prison for a lesser demon, know as Gore. Gore was a plague spreader, a disease carrier, and had been imprisoned upon this island by the Ascended, a group of light elves dedicated to the Voice of Life. Gore had brought many plagues upon the elves of the eastern continents, each plague as sinister as he could make. He created diseases that gave people ravenous hunger that could only be sated by the flesh of one's own kind, and a virus that forced the dead to walk amongst the living. Many others were created by Gore, and he boasted about the destruction he left in his wake. That is, until he was imprisoned. After a century of imprisonment, he lost the will to live and died upon Sorin, but not without laying his final plague upon the island. It spread into the water, the soil, and hung in the air surrounding the island, making it a trap for any that tread upon its shores. And making it deadly for those who wish to reside there. This final plague was his true masterpiece, for it could not be cured. It made the individual curse the moon, howling in pain at it every night that it was full. It forced the victim to change into a beast, to lose his or her humanity, and become wild like the creatures of the Forest of Silence. Those with the disease would have an insatiable thirst for blood and an intense urge to kill, making them easy to anger and quick to rage. The victims would grow black claws for striking and razor sharp teeth for tearing into their prey; strong, tireless muscles that could go for days without rest; thick fur for protection against weapons of prey who could fight back; a howl that could be heard for miles and could bring out the terror in even a seasoned soldier; *dark, restless eyes that could see perfectly in bright day light and pitch black; and finally, heightened senses that could hear a pin drop a hundred yards away and could pick up a dead trail after weeks of rain. Gore called it Lycanthropy, the curse of the wolf. It took decades for the disease to finally take root, for it did not infect the first settlers of Sorin; no, it took affect in their children. At night, howls could be heard on the island as the children of the Markov changed in beasts and feasted upon their parents, bringing about the vengeance of the island's long dead prisoner. And when the beasts ran out of easy prey, they preyed upon one another. It took years, but finally, the island was dead again, it's beautiful constructs and vibrant foliage dyed red with the blood of innocent victims. However, that is not the end of Sorin. About 17 years ago, a pilgrimage vessel known as The Daybreaker, shipwrecked upon the isle, killing most of its crew, save for a pregnant woman and her brother. Jace and his sister Auriel were on their way to a new land, in hopes to bring about a new future for Auriel's unborn child, who's father had died in the civil wars of the eastern continent. But, as they attempted to survive on the island while Auriel waited for the baby, the curse of the wolf began to fester in the unborn child. When the day finally came for the child to be born, the two rejoiced to find him perfectly fine. They loaded up the cargo they had left and set sail in their makeshift dingy, and sailed north-west, towards their original course. But as night fell, the child transformed and killed the two in their sleep, for Jace and his sister were tired from a long day under the harsh oceanic sun. With the ship unmanned, it road with the current and capsized upon the beaches of Venirex, leaving the child alone upon the shore. As night fell, the child transformed and fled into the forest, leaving with a locket around his neck with the sign of the Markov. The boy lived as a wolf in the forests of Venirex, surviving on the land for 16 years, until finally he realized he needed to be with humans like him. In his makeshift getup of animal skins, he arrived in Tibalt, a coastal village. The village took pity on him and took him in, teaching him language and showing him what it meant to be a human. And every night, he would lock himself in a cage of iron in the basement of the village, until he could learn to suppress his urges. The village chief named the boy Eastlynn, for he came from the eastern woods, and gave him the last name Markov, for the locket that was his only possession. At the age of 17, Eastlynn Markov left the village and struck out on his own, in hopes that he could find a place where he could be of use. After almost fully mastering his inner wolf (except for nights when the moon is full), he felt that he had what it took to be a hero, and he planned to prove it
Appearance: due to his heavy reliance on his wolf side for most of his life, Eastlynn's human state is frail, but would still be considered fit. He has dark brown hair with brow eyes, and stands about 5'11". His wolf state is covered in thick brown hair with silver streaks, has dark yellow eyes, and stands at about 6'2". He is more comfortable in his werewolf form and is able to use verbal speech in both forms.
(is this okay for a back story? If not, feel free to require something else; I have nor problem changing it.)
Race: Human
Ability Ranking: Werewolf/Psychopath
Social level: Warrior (neutral in terms of alliegance)
Transformation: Werewolf*
Home: N/A
Weapons: Tooth and Claw. Never fights in his human state, due to poor physical health while in his human state.
Back story: alright, let's see if I can spin a tail worthy of acceptance. -cracks fingers-
Three hundred nautical miles south-east of Venirex stands a small island called Sorin. Tough not very large if compared to the rest of the world, Sorin was large enough to contain inhabitants. Well, used to, that is. Let me explain. Two hundred years ago, there lived a civilization of people called the Markov. In their prime, the Markov were great artisans, building amazing feats of architecture and imbuing them with magic of which had never been seen: buildings made of stone that could be seen through like glass, pathways that moved on their own, and stones that absorbed the light during the day in order to illuminate the towns at night. This island, this wondrous paradise, was beautiful and peaceful; but, it would not last. No, for Sorin held a terrible secret. Before the island had become the paradise of artisans, it was a prison for a lesser demon, know as Gore. Gore was a plague spreader, a disease carrier, and had been imprisoned upon this island by the Ascended, a group of light elves dedicated to the Voice of Life. Gore had brought many plagues upon the elves of the eastern continents, each plague as sinister as he could make. He created diseases that gave people ravenous hunger that could only be sated by the flesh of one's own kind, and a virus that forced the dead to walk amongst the living. Many others were created by Gore, and he boasted about the destruction he left in his wake. That is, until he was imprisoned. After a century of imprisonment, he lost the will to live and died upon Sorin, but not without laying his final plague upon the island. It spread into the water, the soil, and hung in the air surrounding the island, making it a trap for any that tread upon its shores. And making it deadly for those who wish to reside there. This final plague was his true masterpiece, for it could not be cured. It made the individual curse the moon, howling in pain at it every night that it was full. It forced the victim to change into a beast, to lose his or her humanity, and become wild like the creatures of the Forest of Silence. Those with the disease would have an insatiable thirst for blood and an intense urge to kill, making them easy to anger and quick to rage. The victims would grow black claws for striking and razor sharp teeth for tearing into their prey; strong, tireless muscles that could go for days without rest; thick fur for protection against weapons of prey who could fight back; a howl that could be heard for miles and could bring out the terror in even a seasoned soldier; *dark, restless eyes that could see perfectly in bright day light and pitch black; and finally, heightened senses that could hear a pin drop a hundred yards away and could pick up a dead trail after weeks of rain. Gore called it Lycanthropy, the curse of the wolf. It took decades for the disease to finally take root, for it did not infect the first settlers of Sorin; no, it took affect in their children. At night, howls could be heard on the island as the children of the Markov changed in beasts and feasted upon their parents, bringing about the vengeance of the island's long dead prisoner. And when the beasts ran out of easy prey, they preyed upon one another. It took years, but finally, the island was dead again, it's beautiful constructs and vibrant foliage dyed red with the blood of innocent victims. However, that is not the end of Sorin. About 17 years ago, a pilgrimage vessel known as The Daybreaker, shipwrecked upon the isle, killing most of its crew, save for a pregnant woman and her brother. Jace and his sister Auriel were on their way to a new land, in hopes to bring about a new future for Auriel's unborn child, who's father had died in the civil wars of the eastern continent. But, as they attempted to survive on the island while Auriel waited for the baby, the curse of the wolf began to fester in the unborn child. When the day finally came for the child to be born, the two rejoiced to find him perfectly fine. They loaded up the cargo they had left and set sail in their makeshift dingy, and sailed north-west, towards their original course. But as night fell, the child transformed and killed the two in their sleep, for Jace and his sister were tired from a long day under the harsh oceanic sun. With the ship unmanned, it road with the current and capsized upon the beaches of Venirex, leaving the child alone upon the shore. As night fell, the child transformed and fled into the forest, leaving with a locket around his neck with the sign of the Markov. The boy lived as a wolf in the forests of Venirex, surviving on the land for 16 years, until finally he realized he needed to be with humans like him. In his makeshift getup of animal skins, he arrived in Tibalt, a coastal village. The village took pity on him and took him in, teaching him language and showing him what it meant to be a human. And every night, he would lock himself in a cage of iron in the basement of the village, until he could learn to suppress his urges. The village chief named the boy Eastlynn, for he came from the eastern woods, and gave him the last name Markov, for the locket that was his only possession. At the age of 17, Eastlynn Markov left the village and struck out on his own, in hopes that he could find a place where he could be of use. After almost fully mastering his inner wolf (except for nights when the moon is full), he felt that he had what it took to be a hero, and he planned to prove it
Appearance: due to his heavy reliance on his wolf side for most of his life, Eastlynn's human state is frail, but would still be considered fit. He has dark brown hair with brow eyes, and stands about 5'11". His wolf state is covered in thick brown hair with silver streaks, has dark yellow eyes, and stands at about 6'2". He is more comfortable in his werewolf form and is able to use verbal speech in both forms.
(is this okay for a back story? If not, feel free to require something else; I have nor problem changing it.)
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Well that was an amazing back story approved
(One question what happened to the character you had in Legend of Venirex you can still use him)
(I shall keep him and occasionally rp with him. And thank you for the approval)
Eastlynn: -sitting on his heels, looking out into the meadow for some prey- jeez I'm hungry.... I could use some veni... Verniso.... Deer. -keeps his eyes peeled for food as he mulls over the word- no, simple words aren't good enough. -he mimics the voice of his teacher, Malakir- "only simpletons use simple words." bleh, what the hell is a simpleton anyways. Venir? Venitons? No, it's ven- -a deer bounds into view and ducks down to eat the foliage- -ison. Venison. Ha, got you now. -East hunches his shoulders and lets out a growl as he takes off his clothes, slowly allowing his inner beast to come out- and now, we hunt! Haroooooooo!!! -he charges the deer at full speed, hurtling through the grass towards the white tailed quadruped-
Eastlynn: -sitting on his heels, looking out into the meadow for some prey- jeez I'm hungry.... I could use some veni... Verniso.... Deer. -keeps his eyes peeled for food as he mulls over the word- no, simple words aren't good enough. -he mimics the voice of his teacher, Malakir- "only simpletons use simple words." bleh, what the hell is a simpleton anyways. Venir? Venitons? No, it's ven- -a deer bounds into view and ducks down to eat the foliage- -ison. Venison. Ha, got you now. -East hunches his shoulders and lets out a growl as he takes off his clothes, slowly allowing his inner beast to come out- and now, we hunt! Haroooooooo!!! -he charges the deer at full speed, hurtling through the grass towards the white tailed quadruped-
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Some where in Georgia a mysterious beetle like creature appears and starts to kill a few humans
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*A phone rings in the house*
(By the way this creature can avoid human detection. Just like a leviathan can fool an elf)
(By the way this creature can avoid human detection. Just like a leviathan can fool an elf)
(Sorry I'm in a few RP's and haven't had the chance to join. Oh AND IM GONNA CONTINUE WITH DAXTER.)
*Daxter currently resides in the Shade dimension being the king he is. He has Furtivo do his bidding but sometimes goes back to earth. Daxter also now has a son. Due to this he doesn't have a shadow.*
"Hmmm."
*Daxter is sitting in his bone throne, holding his giant bone sword.*
*Daxter currently resides in the Shade dimension being the king he is. He has Furtivo do his bidding but sometimes goes back to earth. Daxter also now has a son. Due to this he doesn't have a shadow.*
"Hmmm."
*Daxter is sitting in his bone throne, holding his giant bone sword.*