OCC: thanks,






IC: “wooh.... what is that sound girl?” i, the lone wolf drager, asked my wolf katie.
“i think someones coming.” he said as he grabed his gear and put out his fire.....then our of no were he seen a empire fleet dividing up in groups of five to look for him.(how did he know this...he heard them shouting his name..taunting him to come out) “well we better hide. here you take that tree. ill take this one. don't be a nerv girl. i got my light sword crafted by the elven and dwarvin crafters. the bow made out of cedder too, you know the one that paps made at the farm with us!”
as he said that he saw soliders walking right at him...

Can I use C'tuak from the original Habok?

Name: C'tuak Mahli (meh)
Gender: Male
Age: 342
Race: Ork
Appearance/Armour: He has long black hair that is tied into a upwards pony tail with very dark red skin, like most orks he has red eyes and long black fingernails. He is about 6'2 and wears a robe with an odd combination of dark purple and gold. His robe also has a hood but its useless to put on due to his long curved black horns. He also has two teeth that stick out of his mouth upwards. But he has a light chainmail and black pants under his robe >.>
Weapons: A light steel scimitar, and his long nails. He also uses several spells of fire/demonic power.
Occupation: Alchemist/Mage
Personality: Usally fights for the highest bidder, but when it comes to the demon that granted him his power, he never turns his back on him. C'tuak is usally wise in most situations, and normally never backs down from a fight.
History: Originally an Orc, C'tuak was one of the few who personally met the demon that granted the Orks their strange power. (Cant really think of much, im sure alot of it will be reviled in this RPG)
Other: He has a strong hatred for Humans, because his father was killed by one when he was a child. He also has a evil denomic sounding voice, like Timmy the Evil from unforgotton realms, but sounds a tad bit more normal.

That was my old app from Habok, but since I've improved greatly from that day, I can work on it more if you want.

Name: John.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18.
Race: Elf.
Appearance/Armour:
Weapons: Fights with a Katana and the ability to control Water and Fire (if such abilitys are not allowed, may John use a Katana and a bow?).
Occupation: Ex-Soldier.
Personality: Calm, protects his honor with his life. Without honor there is nothing worth living. Will also protect friends honor.
History: Born to a Royal Elven family, John had every advantage in life. It helped that he was also naturally gifted, with a sword. At the age of six, his parents sent him away to a private (royalty only) fighting school. John stayed there for eight years, learning how to master all sword and close quarter combat weaponry. It all came crashing to a hault one day, however, when a master swordsman came there to watch. The swordsman son, a pompus arrogent child, six years older then John (the child was eighteen), also tagged along. After witnessing John spar, the child took it upon himself to insult and provoke John into a fight. Seeing that the only way to fix the taint on his honor, John agreed to a match. The match was to use wooden "dummy" swords, so as to lower the possiblity of killing the other fighter. Both agreed, and the fight commenced. Eventually, after a long battle, John won. Angered at his defeat (it was the childs second in his life), he drew his fathers sword and attempted to attack John. Tired, John managed to deflect the blade slightly. However, it still grazed Johns arm. Enraged, a ball of Fire flew from John's entire body (unbiddenly), and engulphed the boy, killing him. The master swordsman loved his son, and was blind to the fact that it was his child who broke the rules first. Enraged, the swordsman had John thrown out of school. That was not enough, however, for the swordsman, but the swordsman was a patient man. He followed John back to his house, and when John went away to his second school, the swordsman took a job as a cook in John's household. Months past. Eventually the swordsman built up enough contacts inside the house and the village. One night, after hiding witnesses inside the house, the swordsman provoked John's father (who himself was a swordsman, but not the same level as the man) into slapping him. After calling witnesses and going infront of the town council, the master swordsman had John's father impeached from his position, John's fathers lands, and title taken away from him. However, this still was not enough for the master swordman. As John's family packed up to leave, the swordsman slew each and everyone of them. After John completed his schooling, John enlisted in the elven army, to help with the war. Now a captain, John returned two years later to find his title revoked, his lands gone, and his family murdered. He vowed that he would see the death of the swordsman, whom he had learned about from village rumours. But first, there was a war to finish. John, after attempting to track down the swordsman, was closer to the Dragonfolk's village then an elven village. As the war was still on-going, John joined in their army. He eventually grew to respect the Dragonfolk as much as his people, the elves, and the Dragonfolk he fought along side with in the war respected him as one of theirs. After the war, the tought him some of their combat skills, and he tought them some elven skills. During the war John honed his skills with Fire, and to a much lesser extent, water. When the war ended, John returned to his quest to seek out the Master Swordsman. He found him twice, but both times the master swordsman escaped before they could fight. With the second war now happening, John fights on his own for the light, only because he has yet to meet up with any other light-allied forces.

Other: While the swordsman was a human, John holds no grudge against the humans. John dislikes the dwarfs for being loud. He hates anything that is allied with the dark. He has no particular love for elves, but he does not hate them. He holds no particular feelings for the Dragonfolk. Those that he served with in the army (elves, Dragonfolk, and to a much lesser extent, Dwarfs and Humans), he holds in the highest reguard and if their honor, or his friends' honor, is slighted, John avenges it as his own.

OOC: Uh, Leo and his group aren't in the fortress. They're still in the middle of Tarek province.

Might wanna fix that. It's just the Sage that's teleported within the structure; he's trying to help Scorpion/Aerar recover his memory.

But you're in a town which is on its guard? That's a good of a fortress as all. And I felt Scorpion's Aura, I never said he was near us.

Actually, we're still getting close to the Great Forest; we haven't arrived there yet, so we're in the countryside and fields.

The elves that Leo's traveling with just left from Boka, and Darroc left Karn recently.

Am I accepted?

~John

OoC: In case this IC confuses you, I'm letting you know that since the RPers never defeated Darroc in this parallel universe, they never went to war with Lorus, so Scorpion's still a ghoul.

IC: Before...

Scorpion was riding upon a black horse, towards one of the cities being overrun by Darroc's manacing troops. Suddenly, though, there was a blinding flash as a figure appeared before him. He gasped when he realized it was the Sage. He halted his horse as some words escaped the Sage's mouth. "We must live to fight another day, Scorpion, which is why I'm putting you into a deep sleep." and before Scorpion could say anything, there was a bright flash, and then everything went dark.

Now...

Suddenly, there was a bright flash, and a figure fell from a broken crystal tomb. When the figure regained his senses, he realized he was in a forest, and there was a man, in black armor, before him. Before the figure could speak, the man grabbed the collar of his shirt and hauled him to his feet, then said, "You've been called to duty once again, Aerar." and then the man pulled him backwards into a swirling portal of purple smoke, which the man had summoned just then.

When they emerged, they were within a great structure, and there were many, many other men in black armor going about their business, half of them wounded. The man who'd pulled him through the portal began leading the figure through the building, which the figure realized was enormous. Eventually, they arrived at a door, which they entered. Inside was a rather very important-looking man, also in black armor, though it was trimmed with a blue-colored gem.

The man turned to the two and said, "At last, you're here, master."

The figure looked around, then realized the man was speaking to him. Nervously, the figure said, "Are you speaking to me? Who am I? What is this place? Who are you?"

The man shook his head in annoyance, then said, "It seems the effects of your dormancy have taken a toll on your memory. This should help clear your head, though not all at once." said the man as he raised his palm towards the figure's forhead, and a black wisp of smoke flew from it at the figure's forehead, and then some of the figure's memory came back, and he realized that he was Aerar Blakk, and he was a ghoul, but that was all, for now.

The man then said, "You are one of us, Aerar, and we call you to duty once again."

"Who are you, then?"

"We, master, are the Black Knights. We are the keepers of justice, but we're also outlaws, which is why we cannot live within other societies. You were once a great hero who saved the world more than once, and now we believe it is time for you to do so once again, Master Aerar." and Aerar sat down, trying to process all this information.