Twokinds ARCHIVE Forums

Background Information:

This story takes place first on earth…. then in the land of Athenord. The realm in part is relatively unexplored in its self. This is a new realm to the race of humans that resided upon earth. The year is 2730, and the resources upon Earth are all but drained. Seeing this crisis, the human race began to explore the vast expanses of space in order to find other habitable planets where they could begin their civilization once more.

Unknown to them however, there was another government project dealing with the concept they deemed of ‘Unknown Origin’. It was a long lost form of what most would call ‘magic’ that had been discovered during their race to drain the last of Earth’s resources. Due to the instability of their experiments, the operation could not be run in a remote location where the energy fluxuations could be detected. Keeping this in mind, the world government decided to establish its headquarters in the heavily populated city of Muingen.

With the vast city right above their heads, the secret organization could use as much power as it needed without attracted any attention from the power grids. They did their best to keep it contained, however one fatal night there was an unpredictable response from the “Origin” subject. A vast explosion rocked the city, destroying much of the underground complex and in one fell swoop killing every single mind that held any knowledge of the project.

The incident was put in the news to have been caused by a gas leak and the ruins went by unexplored for over a decade. Then one of the more-than-common earthquakes ripped open the scarred earth to rend apart a wall in the complex, exposing its secrets to the city-dwellers above.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~ My Character Bio ~_~_~_~_~_~_~
(Don’t worry about appearance too much…. Your equipment changes when you phase into the realm of Athenord)
Name: Jersh Steelreaver
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance: He is of an athletic build and has well honed muscles. They are not overly huge, and he keeps them just on the edge of interfering with his flexibility. He has a diagonal scar running across the bridge of his nose. His skin is slightly tan but more of a pale white. He has scruffy black hair that always looks as if he had just woken up. He is a little taller than six feet and tends to wear black slacks and a simple black or white shirt. He has burn across the top of his left hand that has an odd shape to it. (Changes once he is phased over)

Personality: Jersh is a quite person who rarely seems to speak. Many of the other young people in town accuse him of being stuck up or arrogant because he does not response to their attempts at conversation very often. However he simply does not wish to get close to anyone, it seems as if something happened in his past. He does not like to be touched, apart from the fights he constantly gets into because of his status.
History: The blast that destroyed a fair amount of the city had more casualties than just the ones at the underground facility. Many civilians were killed as well, including Jersh’s parents. It left him alone in the world as a very young child, and also a terrible burn on his left hand, though he could never remember a flame touching him. He was carted off along with a handful of others to the orphanages that were taking in lost and deserted children.

His parents were not wealthy, nor did they have any relatives. As such, Jersh was stuck away in the slums of the city where life was a brutal struggle for survival. As he grew, he learned the ways of the world as a fighter. Despite his poor situation, he never once resorted to thievery or mugging from the innocent. He had a code of honor that seemed all too rare in the day and age when the Earth’s resources were at their limits and under strict regulation.

Jersh spent all of his free time studying from the days long past and mastering every form of combat he could get his hands on. Books were a thing of the past, and thus easy to find in the abandoned libraries that were the slums. He trained with all his strength for many years and well into his teens. Although the gangs of the lower-city were after him, they also feared his prowess at melee combat and only tangled with him when they outnumbered him at least three-to-one.

It was on just such a night that his entire life changed….

~_~_~_~_~_~ Story Section ~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Jersh wiped the blood from his lip and sighed as wiped it off on his already stained shirt. There had been just too many of them tonight, and he had to keep moving if he did not want to be caught by them. With that thought in mind he heard a shout behind him and heard the sound of a dozen boots slapping against the wet alleyways. With a groan and pushing away the pain of the deep wound from a knife in his side, he ran with unusual speed along the alleys. He took sharp corners in an attempt to lose them, but they had the numbers to be able to split up and corner him.

He knew he was being surrounded with every step he took forward. He knew he was doomed but kept on running. Suddenly the stone shifted beneath his feet and the floor crumbled beneath him. A bumping fall awaited Jersh in the darkness as he rolled along the floor, the patch of brightness that was the alley. He came to a shuddering stop, the dust almost choking his and causing his eyes to burn. He heard some footsteps skid to a stop and lay perfectly still.

“Come on! He cant have jumped over this, he musta gave up the slip back there!” he heard one of his pursuers hiss at the other and the footsteps faded away. Jersh said up and rubbed the dust out of his eyes to look around. He was in some kind of underground building and he groaned as he pushed himself up on his legs. The walls all around looked blackened as if there had been a tremendous explosion in the vicinity. The mark on the back of his hand burned furiously for a moment and he fell back down to his knees. He looked up to see an odd shimmering in the air a few yards in front of him. The pain seemed to haze over his mind, he felt drawn towards the thing in the center of the room. It was calling to him, he was certain of this fact. His left hand reached out to touch the shifting image, and his scar seemed to react in some way to it. Just as his hand entered the area, a violent flash of white light blinded him and he felt the last shreds of consciousness leave him.

~_~_~_~Time Lapse_~_~_~_~

Jersh awoke with a splitting headache and groaned as he sat up. His body felt extremely heavy for some odd reason. He brought his left hand up to rub his hand and sighed at the coldness that eased away the pain slightly. Then he began to wonder why his hand was so cold….. And hard. He opened his eyes to see that his left hand had been covered in a silvery gauntlet that covered his entire arm. He looked down to see that similar armor encased his shoulder and chest.

“What the hell?!” Jersh exclaimed a leapt to his feet. As he did so, he felt something bang against his side and looked down to see a sheathed sword belted around his waist. He looked up to see a perfectly blue sky, not the grey-hazed smog of the city. He looked around and saw that he was standing in the middle of a field of lush green grass, a place that the environment of Earth could no longer support.

“Where…..where am I?” He whispered to himself.


~_~_~_~_~_~ More Explanation ~_~_~_~_~_~

Now that you have read how my character appeared in the new realm of Athenord, let me try to elaborate a little more. Your character can either be native to Athenord OR he has to have been near the scene of the explosion to be ‘touched’ by the “Origin”. This doesn’t mean you have to have a burn or other thing, but to be touched by the power of it. There are no modern or advanced technologies in Athenord. Just bows, crossbows, swords, magic, etc. Yes, there is magic but don’t make yourself uber powerful please.

When you phase into the realm of Athenord, you leave all of your possessions behind. When you arrive you are in whatever outfit and equipment that you think suits your character. Anyone who has phased in from Earth has no knowledge of Athenord, but luckily the locals seem to speak the same language. Perhaps one can find other connections between the two worlds.

I know it seems a little complicated, but I am just making it sound more so than it actually is. Let’s have some fun hmm?

Do a charater bio then post in here, if you have any questions please PM me and I will make an OOC thread for chat in there as well.

Name: Alenna
Age: 17
Gender: F
Apearance: She's a slender, small girl, orginating from Earth. Her hair is a dark brownish red and skims her shoulder blades in a naturally curled wave along her back. She is around average height, about 5'7 and normally runs around the city in tattered jeans and a long sleeved, button up shirt loose over a missmatched tank top. She generally wears a converse-like brand pair of shoes that are as tattered as her jeans.

Personality: She's a charismatic, open and trusting person. She loves the arts and has the dreams to become an artist, even though her parents force her to lok upon the starving people, asking her if she would like to end up like them one day or saying there is no resources to come up with extra supplies so their only child can doodle her life away on a sheet of paper. She's opptamistic and looks forward to the future, no matter how grim and dark it seems.

History: She is the only child of a respected family, both parents working and wealthy enough to have hired a nanny to raise her. Alenna rebelled against her nanny and caretakes the day of the explosion, wandering to close to it and being affected in her own way by the blast. Her eyes were once a dark brown, almost black, that was the only eyecolour in her family. After the blast that almost killed her (or so the doctor's said) she now has a saphire blue eye and a deep, bottle green eye (left to right).

Her parents have constantly dissaproved of her rebelious activities, ever since she was 5 years old and have since made a desparate but futile attempt to keep her in line.

------------------------------------------------

'Skipping piano practice. Who woulda guessed it? Well.... Just about anyone on the block... No. Make that in the city' Alenna chuckled to herself, a bright whistling escaping from pursed lips as she strolled aimlessly down a sidewalk, dropping bills mildly into homeless people's sights, sighing uncharistically unhappily as she saw the glimpse of despiration in their eyes that only she seemed to see. But then, maybe she was the only one that looked.

With her hands shoved as deep into her jeans pockets as they would go, Alenna continued her stroll. The sounds of everyday sirens, ambulances, screams and shouts were automatically tuned out. She must've wanted to hack her parents off real good, for her feet had taken her into the slummier part of town. A dart of black caught her attention, and three to four more darts captured her curiousity.

Tilting her head in what appeared to be a canine-like way, she immediatly crossed the street, dodging around cars that sped past her with no intention of slowing down. Not once did she get hit. As the realization struck her, she gave a small grin before setting off a jog.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as a single area on the street glimmered slightly for just a second before returning to it's original lighting. Disgrundled voices sounded in her ears as she rounded a corner, coming face to face with 3 burly men, one a little worse for wear, and all intimidating in their hieght and muscle mass.

Fear choked her momentarily as one of them noticed her, grinning a wicked grin to himself and tapping a companion on the shoulder. His thump flickered back to Alenna, as her whispered somthing she couldn't discern. Her hands balled into fists, for she had a shrewd idea of what they wanted. This was the reason she always carried a can of extra strength pepper spray and left her purse and wallet at home, or carried them in a D-bag.

The three suddenly turned around and walked towards her, though if she was looking for a fight, she was sorely dissapointed. All three passed by wihtout a single incadent, and the paralyzing spray in her hand, conceled behind her back spoke enough about what she had expected them to do.

Looking cautiously over her shoulder, she edged further into the alleyway, following the natural flow of it. Her free hand skimmed a building slightly as the other still held the spray, ready to shoot it into someone's face if they appeared threatening. Surprise rocked through the girl's body as she found herself at a dead end with a tall, walled in building, blackened with age standing imposingly in front of her.

She doubled over suddenly, as if punched in the gut, her eyes wattering and her vision being whiped away into nothing but a blinding white.

~~~~~~~~LAPSE~~~~~~~~~~

Her head spun with an unfamiliar stench reaking in her nostrils, her whole body warm, but feeling as though it was bruised. She felt like her mouth had been swabbed with cottonballs and as she slowly sat up, she shook her head in attempt to clear it.

Cool fingers pressed against the bare skin over her missmatched eyes and as she drug her fingertips away from her face, shock rippled through ehr once again.

"I must be dreaming..." she gasped, staring in awe at the luscious landscaping as trees and vegetation grew everywhre, not in ordered clumps but in great masses. She stood up and streached, reaching down to dust her jean off, only to find they wern't there.

Her scream reverberated off the trees as she saw tidy leather breechings covered by silver armour along her calves and thighs, a joint around her knees. Her fingers brushed along the female fitted shirt, also made of leather that was tight against her body, seeming to show off her slender, but not curvy form, though loose enough for her to move comfotably without it really shifting. She looked at her shoulders, awed now by the silver plates glinting off of the sun as they spanned across both shoulders and halfway down her chest and back. Gaurds encased her biceps and forearms, though perfect mobility was still possible.

Alenna's eyes widened at a simple sword, unadorned in its sheath lay next to a bow and a full quiver of arrows.

I hate to be a party-pooper, but I think this RP died already.
Considering it was created three months ago, and the creator hasn't posted anything since.

Ah Damn.
You mean I typed that for no frickin reason?
T_T

Ah vel..
At least I know I can still be litterate and type 5 billion paragraphs!
Thankies for the tip off Sable.
^^; I don't really pay attention
-scuttles off-

Well, you can use the profile for other stuff right?


Right?

((you may want to let Yash know about this, He's locked up some RPs for suddenly springing up... or at least, I think that's what happened. You'll have to ask him..=EDIT= I just noticed this RP, has it really gone on this long and nobopdy posted?))

(Yash has become a prick.
T_T I liked him beter when he wasn't an admin.
-seriously skuttles off- )

((I would refrain from taking such actions against him openly on a non rants and raves thread, or in a PM. I myself do not trust him, but I know he will ensure good gameplay like none other. Therefore, I'd trust him to GM any RP I make.))

Please do not necropost.

Especially if you are a veteran of the forum and know how to read a topic creation date by now. The creator of this thread has yet to post on the twokinds forum after creating this thread.

Topic locked.