If Only...(Romance/War)

[Blackest Night]

Religion. It is the fuel for war. A simple disagreement over what makes what is enough to cause a bloody massacre. There are those who believe in one God,and there are those who believe in many.

Two nations have had a long and bitter history with each other. One of them, Acheron, believes in the existence of one, omnipotent being above all. This nation and it's people believe that all those who do not follow their ways are evil and have condemned those disbelievers. (Can you say Christianity?)

The other nation, Avalon, is quite the opposite. They believe in many gods, each holding dominion over a certain aspect of life. They believe that those who do not believe have a right to do so. They feel the ultimate paradise is open to all.

For years Acheron has been trying to invade Avalon, very slowly making their way towards the other nation. Their forces have increased, growing stronger and more vicious by the day.

Avalon remains peaceful, preferring to stray from the path of destruction. However, it's leaders have felt that an army may be needed and have begun to draft some of it's citizens.

A war is starting. Whose side are you on?

RULES:
No GOdmoding
No Powerplaying
No CYborgs
No time travelling
NO MAGIC!
Pm me to join
Above your template put "Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*)"
Characters must be 18+
PLEASE MAKE YOUR CHARACTER FIT! This takes place in Renaissance-esque times. I do NOT want wandering samurais or any of that other unimaginative crap.
Romance is a must.
FOLLOW THE TEMPLATE


Name: Jonas Dairou

Age: 25

Facial Appearance: He has somewhat long brown hair that reaches his eyes. His eyes are a light blue and have an almost unearthly depth to them. He has some chin hair, mostly due to a somewhat lazy streak that kept him from cutting it.

Clothing: [url=http://membres.lycos.fr/sanctuairedemercure/image%20Alex.gif[these[/url]

Nation: Avalon(polytheistic)

Weapon: Fencing Rapier

Fighting Style: Somewhat modified form of fencing(Think Raphael from Soul Calibur 2)

Personality: A romantic, somewhat cheerful young man. Although deemed a wee bit "unstable" by others, he is usually moderately cheerful and often has a small smile on his face.

Bio: Jonas was born and bred in Avalon's capital city. As a child, he had a very small close of close friends, preferring to spend time alone with them than out with the other children.

As he grew up, he became more and more interested in the arts, watching the local artists paint their magnificient paintings and eventually learning to play the piano surprisingly well.

He learned his special type of fencing during the many lonely nights in his room while his friends were off mastering their craft

Thanks to Jonas' best efforts, he has managed to avoid being drafted in the army.

So far.

Miscellaneous Info: Plays piano very well. More interested in the arts than fighting. Speaks(what would be considered in our world) French as well as (same as above) English.

[Neko.May.Cry]

"Shinamina *insert rest of dr pepper song here*"

Name: Claire

Age: 20

Facial Appearance:Found better piccy of how she looks like

Clothing: Coming soon.

Nation: Avalon

Weapon: Two of these. http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y25...ielAthane1.jpg

Fighting Style: Somewhat graceful, she doesn't move too quickly or too slow though. Katrina can sneak up on people rather than going face first at an enemy, hence her weapons.

Personality: Claire is quiet, preffering to listen rather than talking to anyone. Some people have thought she was mute becuase she hardly ever utters out a word. When she does though it can come out shy and hesitant and her voice can sound a little scratchy for rarely using it, this making the thought that she can fight, the farthest thing from mind.

Bio: She was born an orphan in Acheron, finding shelter wherever she could find it. Though never asking anyone for help, for one, she hated symphathy and still does.Claire now works as a waitress in a small bar located in Acheron, not the type for the job, but she still gets through. She would often get picked on by the locals, but Claire won't say anything, instead she'll just deal with it in her own way. Either walking off, or taking out her daggers into what might result in a bloody mess.

Micellaneous Info: She has a faint scar going from her right jawline to the corner of her mouth.

[Obliviongirl13]

"Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*)"

Name: Amara Acastion Lineo White

Age: 20

Facial Appearance: Soft and gentle, Smooth Ivory skin. Gentle eyes, crimson lips.

Clothing: ((Comming soon))

Nation: Avalon

Weapon: ((Comming soon))

Fighting Style: Jujitsu, and some other normal fighting styles. She has the basic, and the advanced fighting style with a sword, bow and knives. Though her sword is her most deadly weapon.

Personality: She can be warm and friendly but she can also be cold and distant to people she has just met. She is quiet and not like other girls.

Bio: When she was a little girl, her life within the sacred Avalon walls was of a good life. She never knew her father because parts of Avalon were only for women, But she lived out her young childhood happy, around her friends.

Around the time of when she was ten, she finally went into the outer reaches of the city, and there she finally got word of her father. Though her mother had strongly restricted from her ever seeing her father, she was determined to meet the man who she had once called daddy.

One day, while within the inner library, she had gotten a note from someone, explaining to her what had happened between her mother and her father. It was adressed to her through her formal name. Though it didn't make much sence to her then, she kept it with her so that when she was older she could be able to understand the meaning of it all.

Later on in her early teens, her elders had strongly sugested that she take up a form of defence. She was soon to be placed in the outside world and she was supposed to prepare herself for what was going to happen. With her being as sensitive as she was already, she could quicly learn to be strong and a fine leader someday.

Her skill within her physical body matched her skill in her knowledge of the old worlds. She loved to read and the more she read the happier she would become. Though when she became of the age of sixteen, she had also come to the age of when she would need to be with child. To carry on the avalon traditions. With this tradition, she fought it and she tried her hardest to get rid of that, so she didnt have to sleep with a man she didnt like.

Soon, she was better than all of her teachers throughout each district of avalon and they had all given her the same advice. "Go out into the world, Find peace, Find love, send your first born girl here."

So. She is out in the world, and in search of love. But she was unaware of the political affairs she was about to dive head into.

Miscellaneous Info: She has strange tattoos all over her body. Looks like a light green, Ivy and Vine pattern.

[Blackest Night]

Thank you both for joining.

[Talim]

"Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*)"

Name: Sarabi

Age: 23

Appearance: Her eyes are a deep forest green, like emeralds. Her skin is milky white, almost unhumanly pale. She has high cheek bones a full, red lips. She wears her firey read hair up in a high pony tail.

Clothing: Normal, common everyday clothes for the medevil time period (for men): Breeches, riding boots, a light shirt with a vest over it, and a traverler's cloak.

Nation: Avalon

Weapon: Knives, throwing and hand held. she carries at least 7 hidden knives at a time.

Fighting Style: Stealthy, she likes to sneak up on her enemy and kill them quickly.

Personality: Too sweet for her own good. Kind to everyone.The eternal optimist. She likes to joke and tease people, but it's all in good intentions, out of battles. In battles she is rutheless, like a totally diffierent and opposite person.

Bio: Sarabi was born in a small village in Acheron. When she was 15, she stumbled apon an Avalon soldier, wounded in battle. As she nursed him back to health (secretly) he taught her about his religion and nation. She had grown close friends with him when her parents discovered the soldier. After he was executed, Sarabi ran away to join Avalon.

At first no one in Avalon excepted her. One night, a group of thugs got together, intending to kill her. Their, she was saved by a middle aged man, who took her in and taught her the art of theivery, assaination, poisons, and stealth.

Sarabi wants to fight in the war, but at the same time she is afraid to. She is afraid of having to face her friends and family whom she betrayed. (Foreshadow!)

Miscellaneous Info: She loves animals, and is often found in the woods, feeding the birds and squirrels. She only speaks the common language.

[Katana]

"Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*)"

Name: Darcy D’Aubrey

Age: 22

Appearance: Picture
-- 5’1 slender, with waist-length pale blonde hair and wine colored eyes.

Clothing: One, Two, Three

Nation: Acheron

Weapon: Long bow, crossbow and silver throwing knives. (See first two clothing pictures for long bow), though if she needs to, she’ll use anything as a weapon.

Fighting Style: A skilled assassin, Darcy’s strength lies in her speed and accuracy. She is small so she prefers to kill at a distance. She is still deadly up close, especially given her speed. She knows how to handle herself.

Personality: Skeptical, untrusting, sarcastic, and an atheist. She can be charming when she wants to be. When she cares about something, she cares deeply, but has learned not to let this show lest it be used against her. She can remain extremely cool in tense situations, but has a fiery temper at times.

Bio: God is dead, if “he” ever even existed in the first place. Darcy had her doubts and the sentiment extended towards all religion. There wasn’t a single thing in Darcy’s life that suggested the existence of a higher power… unless of course that higher power thought it amusing to make her life a living hell which wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought, so Darcy simply chose not to believe.

Darcy was born in Acheron to one of the houses of the lesser nobility. Her life was happy enough until she was eight. She spent most of her time with her loving mother while her father was often away. Her mother was from Avalon. She converted when she married Darcy’s father, at least openly, but she never stopped praying to multitude of Gods that were worshipped in Avalon. She even allowed for the existence of the god those of Avalon worshipped, but always told Darcy that he was but one of many. Darcy’s father on the other hand, was a religious zealot. It was the one God and nothing else and death to those heathens who believed otherwise. During this time there were frequent searches for those who might be practicing pagans, those who were found were trialed and often burned as witches. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t even witchcraft involved in the worship of the gods from Avalon, it was a common perception in Acheron and they did not tolerate a witch to live.

When she was six, her father found one of her mother’s stone amulets to a god of the harvest, clearly an Avalon artifact. Darcy had never seen her father so angry. He beat up her mother and even though she was only a child, she tried to stop him and received a beating herself. Her mother almost died, but it didn’t stop her from worshipping her gods… or telling Darcy about them. A year later, her father was one of the lead inquisitors and still mistrusting his wife, he searched the house and found her altar. This time beating her was not enough, he couldn’t deal with his wife being a “witch.” She was tried and burned at the stake. Her father took her to the burning and forced her to watch, lest she turn out like her mother. Darcy would always remember her mother’s screams and the smell of her burning flesh. Ironically, the altar that he and the others had found had been one of protection for the family.

Darcy’s life only got worse. Her father remarried immediately, and Darcy gained a brother, Jem, a suspicious seven months after Darcy’s mother had been burned. Her stepmother treated her coldly, and Jem has supplanted her place in her father’s heart. He had wanted a boy to begin with. Despite this, Darcy had a soft spot for her baby brother. The stories she’d tell him were the ones her mother told her. When her stepmother gave birth to a girl, Evelyn, two years later, Darcy would whisper the stories to her in the cradle as well. She no longer had the same faith in them, but they were all she had left of her mother. Her father got rid of most of her belongings and her stepmother took care of the rest. She knew very well what happened to her mother, but it still seemed harmless enough. It wasn’t as if she didn’t still go to church and pray there as well. Unfortunately, her father overheard her and slipped into another of his rages. Darcy stubbornly fought back and yelled at him the entire time about her mother’s stories being harmless. Her father didn’t have her killed like he did her mother, but he did decide to send her away.

Darcy was put into a convent so she could learn to be less rebellious and more pious. She was thirteen years old by this time. The convent was strict and believed in corporal punishment. Furthermore, the nuns and priests were sadistic and Darcy and the other girls were frequently abused. If she or any of the other girls made errors in class, arrived late, appeared messy, or any number of small offenses, then they would go without food.

She was able to go home once a year at Christmas. When she got there, she found she had yet another new sister. The first time back, at first it seemed almost as if Jem and Evelyn had forgotten her, but they quickly warmed up and it was as if she had never been gone at all. The time passed too quickly and Darcy was sent back. The next year though, things changed drastically. They were getting older and were starting to believe their mother’s lies about her. By this time her father had become an even bigger political and religious figure, heading up most of the “witch” hunts within Acheron. He was also in the same movement as those demanding for war against Avalon. It was bad for him politically that he had a daughter to an Avalon woman, so he disowned her. She no longer existed to him and was now denied his protection. That meant that as bad as things already were in the convent, Darcy had more to contend with, such as priests with more than just wandering hands. She also found herself as the scapegoat for anything that went wrong there. Finally, Darcy ran away, wanting to see her siblings, but she was caught before she could reach them. Darcy was beaten and sent back to the convent again.

Darcy had actually remained quite pious towards the one god, viewing her mother’s stories as merely that… but no matter how much she prayed, to him, her situation only got worse. She no longer had any reason to even try and behave anymore. Whatever they were preaching there, Darcy only became more and more convinced that it was something that didn’t exist. And those gods that the people of Avalon worshipped. They were just as useless. She was locked in a place of complete and utter despair… and soon enough, it got much much worse. The head priest, the one who was overly touchy-feely, broke into her room one night. Darcy didn’t even hesitate, she just stabbed him through the heart with the letter opener she had been holidng, then again and again for good measure. Darcy’s explanation was only met with outrage and disbelief, her room was immediately searched and they found enough “evidence” to add to the fact that she had killed a priest, to try her as a witch. Coincidentally, her father came down with a sudden illness at this time as well, dying a weak after she was first imprisoned and this was attributed to her as well. She refused to repent for killing the priest or her father and was condemned to burn at the stake, just like her mother.

Two days before she was scheduled to burn, Jem came to see her. Incredibly happy to see her brother one last time, this quickly changed when Jem declared that he hated her and was glad she was going to die.

It was perhaps her very defiance during her trial and the brutal way in which the priest had died that attracted her the wrong sort of attention. Two men came to her, the very day of her execution, offering her a choice. She could burn now… or she could work for the government, she had the looks and the moral flexibility for the job that they wanted… and if she served her country well, then she might redeem her immortal soul. None of that got Darcy’s attention, she was absolutely crushed from Jem’s visit and willing enough to die… but that was when the men told her that her siblings would die with her unless she complied. It was becoming a practice not just to burn the pagan offender, but the entire family, just to get rid of the taint. This though, was done solely for leverage. Darcy could be of use to them. Despite Jem’s words, there was no hesitation in her response. Darcy would do anything for her younger brother and sisters.

There were a lot of things people were willing to overlook in Acheron as long as they got what they wanted… for example, though their religion might preach that killing is wrong, everything was fine under the name of the God… and if one had already killed, they were perfect for continuing that work. Darcy was sent immediately to begin training as an assassin and the finer arts of acting so she would be convincing when she needed to get into certain areas. She learned all manners of fighting and the ways of poisons and was soon sent to Acheron, to eliminate military leaders and to work as a spy or any other task that was requested of her. Darcy did what they told her, she killed in the name of God, but it was really all just for Jem and for Evelyn, and even Grace who probably didn’t even know who she was. She was never allowed to see them, but she sent them letters. All of the letters were returned. She quickly grew sick of it, she wanted to make sure they were ok, and she slipped away, like they themselves had taught her. When she found her way to her siblings, the consequences for her actions were immediate. Someone got to them before she did and Evelyn was dead. Darcy blamed herself for her death and Jem blamed her as well. Darcy left, knowing she had to go back or Jem would be next. She’d already caused her family enough pain as it was. If she killed herself though, she knew that the Acheron government would have her family killed anyway. She was trapped.

Darcy threw herself into her job and it all came very easily to her. She doesn’t care about the war. She knows religion is just an excuse to conquer, but she kills her mother’s people anyway. She has nothing else and knows nothing else. At least with no gods, there can be no afterlife, no heaven or that fiery hell of the pagan. No pain, just oblivion.

Miscellaneous Info: Darcy speaks several different languages, dances very well, but hates it… and loves to draw.

[Lady Alexielle Van Jean]

"Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*)"

Name: Alexandra Dusk

Age: 21

Facial Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...hers/ljlkj.bmp (Just take the wings out plz! Her eyes are a soft green)

Clothing: in picture

Nation: Avalon

Weapon: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...ers/rapier.bmp

Fighting Style: Elegant and classic, a mixture of the arts of combat of Asia and european sword fighting.

Personality: A sweet and elegant young woman, and knows the time and place for everything.

Bio: Alexandra Dusk is the daughter of one of the wealthiest man of Avalon. Her mother died when she was very young, and she is very attached to her father.

She was educated by her father and several teachers. But an old man, who was her father's teacher thought her everything she knew about fighting.

She believes that fighting is a waste of time and energy. She disagrees with the idea of taking men from their families just to create an army.

Miscellaneous Info: Loves reading, plays the violin, speaks german, spanish, and english and loves been outside in her gardens.

[Blackest Night]

THank you both, now we need some guys to join. Then it may start.

[Blackest Night]

*Sorry aout the double post* bump. I really do not want this to die.

[Ferry13]

"Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*)

Name: Alexander Lionheart

Facial: he has black spikey hair(think cloud sora)

clothes: a red vest over a black mythril shirt
and black mythril pants 2

nation:Acheron( but he doesn t want for for gaining thing but only to protect and defend although he has no choice)

Weapon:a red fiery dragon blade which he can one hand wield but also 2
and bow and arrow and a small blue dagger

figthing style:he`s a master with the blade and great with bow and arrow 2
but he doesn t fight to kill but rather to defend and protect so he usually doesn t kill enemy and nvr innocent people exept if he doesn y have a choice

personality:he s really nice and learned to figth to protect and the things dear to him(and not to invade which he hates) he s also gentle and kind. he has a wolf called Sandor, and a eagle called phoenix which are very dear to him and he s also dear to them they wil protect each other with their lives.

bio:he grew up in a poor family in the bad neighborhood of acheron
where he was beated up by older kids(when he was 6), til he learned to fight then it became clear he had talent for it and he became a master figther.His mother his sweet and kind but his father is nice but really hates avalon while he doesn t.
he met sandor when he was four in a forest when he was lost there he saw a litlle wolf and he wan t hostile at all and they saw each other outside everyday and they played there and became best friends.and he found phoenix when he was 6 .he was walking around a cliff when he was 7 he saw 2 eagles get killed when they fled their nest so after the hunter was gone he went to the cliff and climbed it he found al little eagle there which he raised.

misc:he loves animals and is great with them 2 he s very artistic and is a geat athlete and loves 2 swim

[Blackest Night]

Ferry13 has been, for lack of a better word, rejected due to terrible grammar and an unoriginal character, among others. Any other takers?

[Obliviongirl13]

ooc: OMG BUMP....Join!

[Tobuoi]

"Shinamina*insert rest of diet dr. pepper song here*
Name: Carlin Atley
Age: 18
Facial Appearance: Carlin has blue eyes, and medium-long dirty blonde hair. She is only 5'0" and weighs 113 lbs. She usually ties her hair back in some varrying fashion.
Clothing: A standard corsette (spelling?), white blouse (underneath the corsette), standard black pants, black fingerless gloves, and standard black leather boots that come up just under the knee.
Nation: Avalon (popular choice, eh?) Generally Agnostic.
Weapon: Bow & arrows...when in close combat, uses a small dagger.
Fighting style: Being young, small, and a bit naive, Carlin tends to play as backup in fights. However, she is not hesitant to fight or protect her friends. She tends to stay in the back and pick off her enemies just as they are about to attack one of her party members.
Personality: Kind, naive, adventurous, caring, and a bit stubborn at times. Carlin's trademark trait is her general neutrality in most situations. She considers herself Agnostic, therefore accepting that any theory may be true, but no one can be sure. However, in most aspects, she is a true citizen of Avalon when it comes to her beliefs.
Bio: Carlin grew up without parents her whole life. However, she was able to live happily in her small town within Avalon. The town's residents were always kind and giving towards her. She now lives in her own little cottage by herself where she carries out her peaceful life...
Miscellaneous Info: Is a decent artist (sketching in particular) and a decent singing voice as well...

[Blackest Night]

A wee bit too young. At least 18, if you would. If guys would join this could start.

[Obliviongirl13]

ooc: Feeling a little out numbered eh? Lol