Darkness Revealed 2: Chaotic Bonds

[Chosen Again]

((Welcome to my realm friends, this is the sequal to the Rp that has been my passion and obsession for about the past year, and I just couldn’t let go of the idea I love all you guys who joined and stayed in, and I will love anyone who joins
Thanks
Chosen Again))



The orbs of light floating in Karia’s room did little more than cast shadows that touched the imagination of the wary traveler. She smiled to her self as she got up from bed, she looked at the man who was lying there next to her, her smile widened, he was warm and kind. He had always been there and he would be their Savior, Their Creator. He would be a God. But first he needed help from all of his followers.
He slipped on a robe of pure silk and remembered a less happy time where she would have never been able to feel the luxuries of the flesh. She laughed a little at her reminiscence. She brushed her long whit hair out of her face and looked in the mirror, she was still not accustomed to the tattoes that ran all over body. He frowned then told her self to stay concentrated.
They had work to do.

Jailtin was distraught, he had helped the “good guys” win and yet he still hadn’t left this universe, it was like he had unfinished business. It was like. . .The Evil. Of course, Jailtin knew he should have thought of it before, especially After he had been told that the Evil was planning an early return, he should of known that he would not be able to leave until the Evil was finally dealt with.

The Knight looked at her shapely body and shook her head, she hadn’t even to have the armor be so revealing, however it didn’t change the fact that she had several areas in the armor that wouldn’t protect her from a light breeze and showed quite a bit of leg, she had hoped that she would have gained control of her shifting armor by now but. . . .still she did like how the armor made her look, it was kind of a dark looking sexy. The black armor offset the long red hair that spilled out of the back. There was a knock on her door, He was here. It was almost time to meet the Chosen.

The Evil blew Jailtin across the room, she glared at him and yelled “Do you have any idea what you are doing fool?!?!”
Jailtin growled and lunged at the Evil again, steel clashed as Teraan blocked his blow “Old Friend, you must listen.”
“I will not have my mind poisoned Teraan.”
“You cannot do this-“ Teraan was cut off by the scythe slicing through the muscle tissue of his arm, stopping only at the bone.
The Evil called forth Dark Forces to combat Jailtin, unfortunately Jailtin had far more experience with Darkness magic. . . .

The Blessing smiled as she went on her way to visit Lycy, she figured that Lycy could use some company, Altoran had meant so much to her, and after Blessing had earned her wings she hadn’t been able to see Lycy as often as she would have liked.

Jailtin looked at the dead body of The Evil, Teraan had long since passed out from the pain, Jailtin had no tears left to shed but he regretted having to fight Teraan again. He would survive.
“Thank you Angel” A voice said behind Jailtin. A man wearing a read cape, and red old-style satin clothes, decorated with tribal-looking symbols stepped forward.
“What are you talking about. . .” Jailtin said
“I knew if anyone could do it, it would be the Angel of Death.” The man stepped forward.



RULES:
1. Please refrain from power playing without my permission.
2. You must create a Temp for every character you introduce (that rule does not exclude me)
3. Read my rules please
4. Please Read my rules
5. Romance is ALWAYS encouraged.
6. Jailtin is the second strongest character in this RP you are NOT stronger than him (unless I say so.)
7. Have Fun (you aren’t actually required to follow this rule, but I recommend it.)



MY Chars:

Name: Jailtin Reeve
Age: Looks 23
Appearance: Tan complexion, platinum blonde (white) hair. Eyes “as black as night.” He has an incredibly muscular build and a strong jaw. He gives the impression of being desperately depressed.
Bio:(optional)
Weapon: The Mourning Glory, a scythe that has a white handle and a black blade that seems to suck the light away from the area around it.
Other: Jailtin has recently begun drinking heavily
Song: Unknown Soldier ~ Breaking Benjamin
Quote: (From the Exodus) "Damnit!?! Can't you see that I'm drunk!?!?!"


Name: ??? (The Knight)
Age: Looks 18 maybe 19, 20
Appearance: Pitch black armor that does not reflect light, it shifts, often becoming what would be generally considered as ‘indecent’ showing more skin than most would venture to. It seems to somehow reflect her mood. She has long red hair that runs down her back from the back of her helmet, her face cannot be seen through the armor.
Bio: Is hiding an uncomfortable past, as well as a doubtful future.
Weapon: She hold a two swords, on that seems to be made of the same eerie material as Jailtin’s Scythe’s blade (sucking light), and another that is so highly reflective that often you do not see the sword but the shining glare, however this effect is not only present during the day (indicating it reflects a light that is not seen.) Their names are Redemption and Oblivion. (You can take a guess at which is which.)
Song: What I’ve Done ~ Linkin Park
Quote: "Just tell me if you start to see too much skin ok?"

Name: None (Thanks a lot Lycy!!!)
Age: Approximately three months (The one month that was DR1, and the two after)
Appearance: Short red hair, a pink glow, pale skin, and now Angel wings. Is roughly half a foot tall.
Bio: Was created by Saria, the Chaos Knight to save the soul of Lycian Wolfe (Lycy)
Weapon
Song: Told you So ~ Barenaked Ladies
Quote: "I can go Criminally Insane then we would Match. . "


((That’s all of them, as of yet))

NOW JOIN!!!!!!!!

[Stavros]

Aw, hell yeah! First post on both RPs!

Name: Stavros Yanier
Age: 16 (Birthday was during the two months between)
Sex: Male
Personality: Stavros trusts little to no one. He has been alone for the most part of his life and he intends to keep it that way. He finds it hard to get to know people and he has given up trying to be "social". He gets by fine on his own and he doesn't want to ruin that.

Or atleast it used to be that way...

Now he is still pretty. . .non-outgoing. He'll say his mind more and is starting to trust people. After recent events he is still in slight shock, but hopefully will pull out of it.


Appearance: He has bleach white hair that was cut short, now is right below his ears and is parted to the sides in front. He has dull red eyes. He stands about 5'11". His ears are pointed up and back. He wears a light cloak that is black. It stretches down to his ankles and has a hood. Underneath his cloak he wears dark blue pants and a black sleeveless shirt. He also has some tight black leather gloves. He build isn't of a huge type, but he isn't small.

Weapon: He weilds the power of Death. As of now he has a black blade with a serated red edge. It also has properties of Death.

World: Arkania (A planet that is over-run with cities, there are few forests and few large lakes, and no oceans. It is highly developed but was on the verge of a rebellion and overthrowment of the government. Meaning - total chaos.

After it's saving from Evil it is ruled under a new government, it's still on it's first breath and most aren't agreeing with them, but it's better.

Bio: Stavros grew up on the streets, his family - abandoned him, his orphanage - a Hellhole, any foster parents - bastards. Growing up on the streets made him think that no one cared about him, probably because they didn't. He has grown to accept this and move on. He found out that most of the time it's easier on your own and you don't need anyone to drag you down or to pester you about any of their problems. You live life alone and there won't be anymore suffering.

He traveled the worlds with the Chosen, he saved a few and lost a few.

Theme-song: Never too Late and One X ~ Three Days Grace (both of em)
Other: Nothin I can think of....

Quote: "What about you? This is my world, he's your love, you take him, I'l find the bombs. That's my decision."

I guess. . .Stavros didn't talk much so it's fine. . .

[Tragic Fall]

(Heres my new character)

Name: Maverick Vizone
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Appearence: Maverick has short blonde hair and bright green eyes. He usually wears all black. This includes a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. Oddly enough, he greatly resembles Altoran Leotores.

Weapon: Two katanas

Home World: Mavan

Bio: Maverick was born to a rich family. He had one sibling a younger sister. Growing up, Maverick had the perfect life. His parents were always there for him and he and his sister were goog friends. He also had everything he had ever wanted.

When Maverick turned 13 he went over to a friends house to spend the night. When he woke up he saw that his house had been burnt down by a drunk driver that had crashed into his house. Maverick was horrified by this news. He emotions completely snapped. He stole two katanas and trained with them until he was good enough to be considered a master. He found the man who had crashed into his house and attacked. He didn't kill him, although the man went insane from the fear he felt towards Maverick. Maverick began to roam th world. He saved a girl his age from a mugging once. Her name was Kylee and she has been his friend since. Although he doesn't know it, Kylee has a huge crush on Maverick.

Personality: Maverick barely ever shows any emotion. Usually he is always depressed. He also has a frightening temper.

Theme song: All that I've got- The Used

Other: Although Maverick looks like Altoran, they are not related in anyway.

[Chosen Again]

I Forgot Everyone needs a quote (it has to be from DR1 if you were in it.)

[Stavros]

((But I don't have one. . .wait. . .maybe I do. . .))

[Lycian Wolfe]

(( Oh yeah, sorry about the whole no-name thing. . .umm. . I'm not good with names. . .umm. . .ROSE! Sure, why not. Ooorrr. . . umm . . . Allison, Kate, Lisa, I really have no idea. ))

Name: Lycian Wolfe

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Personality: Lycian is dark and mysterious, brave and strong. She doesn't like to make many friends, aside from a few allies, which are rare, just because she doesn't like to put faith or trust in anyone but herself. This is due to her past which effected her greatly. Love was an option for her, but then Altoran . . .

Appearence: NEW: Her eyes have changed, and are now grey-blue colored with black lowlights in them. She has black hair still, with an inch of dark blue on the bottom, which is at her upper back now. She wears a red tank top, black leather jacket, and slightly baggy black pants with a chain on one pocket. She also wears black boots, has a chain necklace with a blood fang on it, black and silver metal bracelets, blue and black armbands, and each of her ears is pierced twice. Across her back she has a black tribal-style tattoo of a winged heart with winding and entertwining chains extended out of its tip and the tips of its wings.

Weapon: Her own sword called, "Wolfs Shadow."

NEW: "Shadow Trigger" - Altoran's former weapon

World: Alahana~ A world where werewolves and vampires are many, and the sun rarely shines, when it does it is silver, and the moon blood red. There are mistly lakes, wolf inhabbited forests, and many grassy hills and old scottish-style castles. Aside from the castles are fairly large cities, where chaos is uncommon, but not un heard of.

Bio: Lycian's family was murdered when she was very young, while the werewolf/vampire war was still raging. She sought out revenge later, slaughtering many vampires, including one of her best friends. She and her friend had both joined the werewolf or vampire armies, and were faced off against each other on the battlefield. Yet, their faces were covered, so Lycian couldn't tell that her friend was her friend at all. She only believed that the person in front of her was an enemy, and nothing more than that. When she was young, before the werewolf/vampire war, Lycian and the best friend who she later killed, Limia, had another friend, Aaron. After she killed Limia, Lycian's guilt nearly overcame her, driving her to darkness. She ran away from her birthplace, away from Alahana, where werewolves and vampires still roam, but are in a fairly-lasting peace. She ran away from Aaron, as well, who loved her dearly. In secret, Lycian still loved Aaron, but she couldn't bear to stay in Alahana where she killed Limia. She is nearly constantly haunted by the memories of her family being killed, and her killing her childhood friend, not haunted enough to drive her insane, but haunted enough to drive her to the darkness somewhat.

She traveled with the Chosen and found the love of her life since Aaron, Altoran.

Theme song(s): NEW: "Everything" - Buckcherry

"Tears Don't Fall" - Bullet for my Valentine

Other: Lycian hasn't really spoken all that much lately, but has grown in her own strength in all ways.

Quote: "I broke my promise to myself," said Lycian as a tear rolled down her cheek.

[Tragic Fall]

(That is my song dammit!)

[Stavros]

YOUR FACE!!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. . . . .HA. . .

I got my quote. . .if I could find the one I said to Lycy I'd use that. . .

[Chosen Again]

((Should we start now? Do you Think?))

[Tragic Fall]

(What about Kari'heart??????????)

[Stavros]

((No. . .don't we want other members to join, instead of just us four or five?))

[Lycian Wolfe]

(( Yeah and Froad! Also I changed my theme song and found the quote!! ^^ ))

[Chosen Again]

(('K from now on all OOC's are in Xcrap.))

[Skitty Cat]

OOC: Here's my temps! Now, time to try to get Dream and have her post her template.

Name: Twilight Moon

Age: 15 (in the last rp she turned fifteen)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Twilight looks nothing like the way she use to, her skin is extermaly pale. While her lips are a blood red color. She wears close cut pitch black jeans that stop at her ankles with a chain on the hip, which she wears dark blue socks that only goes to her ankles. Her shoes are black sneakers, her top is that of a tank-top that's off of the shoulder on one side or a strapless shirt that is blue.

There's a blood red broken heart in the middle of it, she sometimes wears a butterfly hair clip in her long silver hair that goes down to her lowerback. Her eyes are piercing icy-green color that can send chills up someone's back, she always seems to have a smirk on her face. She wears black gloves, that have a white x in the middle of them. She uses a piece of cloth as a belt, she wears a gold braclet on her right wrist.

While her left wrist doesn't have anything on it, she wears her hair back in a loose poneytail. She wears a locket that was given to her by her parents, some of her silver locks cover her left eye. She wears a blindfold to protect her eyes after being in the darkness and not being whole from the evil taking over.

Side: Twilight (she can help either side!)

Personality: Being the shy and withdrawen teen she is, she only says as much as she needs to. She doesn't have any friends because of how timied she is, she is a dreamer this is why she doesn't talk that much. She is really romantic but she doesn't want to get her heart broken. She hides her emotions, the only time you can tell how she feels is if she has a brake down. But she does have her low moments, just like any teen; but she hides it behind a "Don't mess with me" extirior. But don't mistake this, she does have a firey temper.

Bio: Twilight is a really fragile teen, because she's afraid of being hurt. She was always picked on because of her cat ears and tail. She is rather mature for her age, a friend of hers moved away when she was four, so you can see her looking out at the ocean by herself since then, but she does talk every once in awhile. When she gets home from school she has dinner then she passes out on her bed. She doesn't like it when people bother her because of how her life has been. She love it when people forget she's there unless she wants them to know. She is a outsider in it comes to her school.

She is a total mystery, she doesn't tell someone if something if troubling her; instead she plays her flute to take care of it. She didn't tell a guy she liked how she felt same thing for him so because of that their relationship fall apart. Being the heir to the throne of Cattas she has a lot to deal with. She lost her parents when she was four, ever since then she has been by herself. She found out that her brother was working for the dark chosen, she joined the dark chosen after a small meeting with Teraan.

Twilight then lost control of her body to the evil 'causing her become a phantom-like-being, shortly after that she found herself in the realm of darkness. Now she is trying to find her friends and possibly get the forgiveness she seeks, her brother having saved her from the realm of darkness but at the price of her eye sight.

Weapon: Magic, Daggers and a whip that can do pretty good damage.

World: Cattas

Theme Song(s): Because of you by Reba McEntire and Kelly Clarkson

Battle Theme: Let it rip by the Dixie Chicks

Quote: I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care to much. And our scars remind us that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.

~----~

Name: Yami

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Yami's skin is a dark brown shade, his hair is silver that goes down to his shoulders. His eyes are amber, he wears a black cloak with a hood. When he's not wearing the cloak, he's wearing a black shirt, pants, gloves, boots and a jacket. He holds an amulet that was given to him by his parents.

True Appearance: Yami's skin tone is much lighter then it is when he's darkness is in control. He has icy-green eyes that are soft, but yet cold at the same time. Yami wears blue jeans, his shoes are that of black sneakers. His hair is a red color, it goes down to his neck. It's a little bit spiky in the front, he wears a white t-shirt that use to be a sweater but got torn. He still holds onto the amulet that was given to him by his parents.

Side: Twilight

Personality: Yami normally is the easy-going type of guy, but he does have a major temper on him if you tick him off. He doesn't really not things get too him, but that doesn't mean that he's afraid to fight. He normally just stays quiet thinking about some things that he wishes he hadn't done.

Bio: Will find out through the rp!

Weapon: Two swords

World: Spira

Theme Song: "Don't take the girl" by Tim McGraw

Battle Theme: Fightin' Words by Trace Adkins

Quote: You can take what ever you want, just don't take them away from me

[The Froad]

They're back!!! And they're gonna kick some ass!!!

Name: Sotrec Hemar
Age: 93 looks 25
Appearence: Here's what has changed. His skin isn't tan anymore and is pale. His hair is longer and has black streaks through it, the front part of his hair hangs parted just below his eyes, the rest is tied into a ponytail hanging down his back. He wears all black, including long gloves that cover most of his forearm. They don't actually cover his fingers but split into a V at tyhe end and go between his first and second finger and in between his thumb. His fingernails are black and pointed.
Weapon: Still has chains, thouigh they're black now. Doesn't carry near as many bayonets.
Bio: What I gotta say it? You were there for Pete's sake!!
World: Sedna
Personality: Sotrec's psyhce has been split in two, him and Ohru. He facing a huge indentity crisis, trying to figure out which factors of his life he was actually in control of. Plus he's finally facing the guilt of many misdeeds.
Theme Song: What I've Done--Linkin Park, Poison--Alice Cooper
Qoute: "Maybe I deserve to die."