Carol of the Bells

(Title has nothing to do with Christmas or the holiday season.)

The bell tolls for not one but all. Death cannot be stopped, it comes swift and suddenly…it is impartial, it does not matter whether one is righteous or not, it will come. Around you, death takes the lives of your companions and offers no time to mourn them. The war rages on with no signs of an end and you begin to wonder why you are involved in such a disaster. A story you had heard reminds you of why you are here and offers you a reason to fight.

Not too long ago, magic was introduced to our world. It was only obvious on what would happen with it. We are human and there are those of us who crave power and would use any means necessary to step over others to insure that they get what they want. A few would use it for good and several would damn all those who posses or attempt to gain powers which a human is not naturally meant for. It was only a matter of time before practitioners of magic were subject to violence of those who believed them to be evil. The power-hungry “Mages” as they were called used this to their advantage and offered protection of all those who would serve them. As time went on, the hatred between both sides only increased and eventually to prevent chaos from erupting, the mages settled east of the rest of civilization. Distance means nothing when such powerful feelings exist. It only prolonged the inevitable. Within a month the two were at war. The humans without the gift of magic were obviously at a disadvantage, they had no way to combat the Mages on equal ground. The “Puritans” as the normal humans called themselves used the only method known to defend against magic and that was to use magic themselves. However, they did things a little differently than the Mages, rather than go about and learn magic for themselves they captured a single very powerful Mage and forced him to enchant nearly a hundred weapons…something that Mages never did to their own weapons. Now that both sides were evenly matched, time passed and many died. Neither side dares to talk about peace for fear of showing signs of weakness…but war cannot last forever.

Mages - Magic users. All they ever wanted was to use their powers openly without fear of being oppressed. Mages hate the Puritans for their executions of practitioners of magic. They soon banded together under several power hungry Mages in hopes of ridding themselves of those who would wish them harm. Except for a rare few, most Mages have knowledge of only one branch of magic which ranges from control over a single element to shape shifting to healing and much more. Mages don’t enchant their weapons because doing so drains their own life force and they know what became of the Mage that was forced to enchant several Puritan weapons when he used more magic than any sane person would…

Puritans - The Puritans feared the abuse of magic ever since it first appeared…and rightly so. Some had seen their own families manipulated by magic to do unimaginable things. For a time, they fought the Mages without any form of magic in their arsenal and soon found it hopeless. After they had gained enchanted weapons, they were passed down to the best warriors amongst them. The powers of their weapons are only useable when the weapon is in hand and if separated from the user anyone can take it for themselves. The weapons have magic similar to the Mages’ own but different at the same time. An enchanted weapon is generally used to direct some kind of magical attack towards the opponent but other uses and forms of magic have been seen. It is rare for the weapon to directly affect the user.

No Man’s Land - The common term for the area where most of the fighting takes place. Nearly all of the area looks like an empty grassland. To the north there are mountains and to the south lies a thick forest. No Man’s Land is the border between the Mages’ territory and the Puritans’ lands.

Rules

1. No godmodding/powerplaying.
2. Isn’t the plural form of Mages, “Magi?” …Whatever. B|
3. I had nothing better to call the Puritans than “Puritans.” Deal with it.
4. Four characters max. If you kill off one of your own, you can replace it.
5. Make your characters at least somewhat interesting. I encourage people to be creative. Give your character a gigantic description if you want.
6. This RP is in a more or less medieval setting. And of course both sides have their own cities and…stuffs. You don’t have to force your character to be directly involved in combat.
7. Have good grammar.
8. Please join even though there’s a lack of story. ;~;
9. I reserve the right to add more rules as necessary. Oh! And try to keep things…er…”PG-13.”

OC Form

For Mages

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Side: Mage
Appearance:
Weapon(optional) :
Bio:
Personality:
Powers(up to two) :
Other:

For Puritans

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Side: Puritan
Appearance:
Weapon(optional) :
Weapon power(optional) :
Bio:
Personality:
Other:

OCs

Username: Arch *would rather put this here than my current username*
Name: Aren
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Side: Puritan
Appearance: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa71/anyelaaleyna/anime guy/anime135.jpg
Weapon: http://www.kh-vids.net/album.php?albumid=89&pictureid=18429
Weapon power: Gives the user the ability to move at extreme speeds for a short amount of time.
Bio: All of Aren’s family had participated in battle and they had all died since none of them were chosen to receive one of the enchanted weapons. Watching his family members die one by one gave him a strong distaste for the other Puritans and he later killed a wielder of an enchanted weapon to claim it as his own in order to avoid ending up like the rest of his family. He tends to stay away from the battlefields because of what he has done and does not believe in taking sides. Aren has managed to go back and forth between the Mages’ territory and the Puritans’ lands unharmed.
Personality: Somewhat simple-minded. He’s impartial to the war and hates death although if aggravated he will act instinctively. He likes to watch just about anything that moves and tends to stare at whatever catches his interest.
Other: The weapons in that picture are called Nine Teeth Hooks in case anyone’s curious.


Username: Arch
Name: Camon Merik
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Side: Mage
Appearance: http://i493.photobucket.com/albums/rr298/Shaunee_girl/1223801121_6653_full.jpg
Weapon: None.
Bio: Camon has always been near the front lines of battle instead of sticking back in the Mages’ territory to aid those unfit for combat in “helping the war effort”. He has been discouraged to fight due to his status as nobility but he fights because he simply hates the Puritans, especially after he learnt of the Mage the Puritans had forced to imbue their weapons with magical abilities.
Personality: Mostly calm but will lose his temper quickly if he or his family is directly insulted. Camon believes that war is the only way to bring peace, even if it means completely crushing the other side.
Powers: Can copy one power at a time by simply making physical contact.
Other: N/A

Username: Aura
Name: Julie
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Side: Puritan
Appearance: http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o102/MissGuitarmaniac/guitar-chick.jpg Ignore the guitar. >>
Weapon: http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c161/T4nx2/katana.jpg
Weapon power: Increases the strength of the user.
Bio: Julie’s father and older brother had been in the battle and soon enough, her brother was killed and shortly after, her father was killed. She still tends to mourn their deaths but doesn’t believe revenge will solve anything. She believes it will just cause more problems and will result in her being killed. But also, she stays away from the area where the battle happens since she’s a bit of a pacifist. She would only fight if it meant protecting her life.
Personality: A bit outgoing but mainly shy. If she knew someone well enough, she shows a bit of her sensitive side. Julie tends to think aloud when something really important is on her mind and sometimes wishes she can share her thoughts with others.
Other: N/A.

Username: Luna Lovegood
Name: Amelia Malcolm
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Side: Mage
Appearance: http://i653.photobucket.com/albums/uu259/Yume6/Green_eyes.jpg
Weapon: None
Bio: Amelia had lived with her mother and younger sister; her father was off at war against the Puritans. Once her family was informed about her father's death, she left home wanting to fight back against the Puritans. She hadn't really thought that the war was accomplishing anything, but now she believes that she is involved, and can't stand back and do nothing.
Personality: Stubborn, but friendly to those she likes. A team player. She tends not think things through thoroughly.
Powers: Shapeshifting (exclusively forms of mammals)
Other: Her shapeshifting magic runs consistently in her family. As far back as they can trace, her ancestors have been shapeshifters. (Don't really know if that's significant, buuuut oh well. :>)

Username: Midnight Star
Name: Kerry Moonshine
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Side: Mage
Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/blonde manga girl/sakura24_photo/anime_girl.jpg
Weapon(optional) : small dagger
Bio: She tends to hide her powers because her family was murdered by puritans, she never fully recovered.
Personality: Kind, loving, quiet until she trusts someone, hates to hurt people, just wants to use her powers without being hated, wants the war to end.
Powers(up to two) : Healing and flight
Other:

 

In. 8D *totally not a sexual joke*

In also. *Is a sexual joke* >8D

We'll start when...I dunno. @-@

 

You're in. I'll edit my post later. We'll start...if one more joins. If not then I'll message you all that it has started. >>

 

OOC: Since we haven't gotten anyone else...I'll start.

IC: It was getting dark and Aren knew the fighting always died down after sunset. Both sides preferred to see their enemy instead of continuing at night so it was the ideal time to travel for Aren. He looked down at his blades and traced a finger along the edge of one of them before wrapping them both in a cloth and placing them in one of the bags on his horse...well, it wasn't his horse. He looked over at the nearby barn which he had stolen the horse from and stared at it for a moment. Can't promise I'll bring it back. He turned his head to look at the horizon, hoping he could make it to the Mages' territory before sunrise otherwise he would be in the middle No Man's Land which was the most dangerous place to be. Going from side to side was something he did when he outstayed his welcome in one place since it was easier to hide in the other side than wherever he was staying at. "Come on." He muttered as he tugged on the reigns of the horse.

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Camon sat down and stared absent mindedly at the sky for a moment before looking around at his comrades. They had all survived another day in the war and all came out of battle without loss of limb. It was a rather good day considering the situation. "I don't get why they keep on pushing." He said under his breath as he sat down and watched the others set up a fire for the night. Camon's eyes wandered back towards the sand which was covered in blood and a few corpses. "Maybe we should bury them..." He sighed and looked away. "It reeks of death."

OOC: Probably my worst starting post in awhile.

 

Camon lifted his head and turned in the direction of the yell as did the other mages. The voice obviously belonged to a female but other than that, he knew nothing. He stood up slowly and watched as a figure came into view. Several mages drew their weapons and moved in beside Camon. "Calm down." He told them, motioned for the others to lower their weapons which, surprisingly, they did. He crossed his arms and took a step forward, deciding to take the initiative to speak. "Stop where you are." He directed towards Amelia.

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Aren pulled on the reigns of his horse as soon as he caught a glimpse of an orange glow in the distance. Fire. He cursed under his breath, not wanting to get anywhere near the camp even if it belonged to the Puritans. If they spotted him, he would be forced to join the fight...and it belonged to Mages, he would have to resort to defending himself. The glow was a little too close for comfort and he knew that he was probably just barely out of their line of sight. His horse did not budge when he tried making it go forward. The horse must have been afraid of what could have caused so much death...or it just smelled too badly for it to go on. "Fine. Go home." Aren hissed as he jumped off the horse and took his bag off of the saddle. Guess I'm on foot now...