It all started one fateful night. The evil cult Uggdarzil tried to ressurect the Demon King, Liknarmek, by tking small children and putting parts of the king into children to be vessels. Narrowly stopped by the Ordinators, this grotesque ritual was stopped half way through. But the question was what to do with the children. They couldn't kill them, and they couldn't just leave them there, for fear of what they might become when they grew up. One Ordinator priest suggested that they seal the spirits inside them. With no other options, they preformed seal after seal, until everyone of them were sealed. They then took them in with the other orphaned children, and eventually training them into Ordinators. However, they made one mistake, and let one cult member escape. With the Vessals unaware of their hidden power, and unaware of the world around them, being stuck in the Ordinator's temple.

ELEMENTS:
Fire: Fire is the control of fire, and one part of lightning.
Water: Water is the control of vapors, and includes ice. It's one part of nature.
Air: Air is control of wind and is one part of lightning.
Earth: Earth is control of the ground, and is one part of nature.
Light: Light is the control of positive powers.
Dark: Darkness is the control of all negative powers.
Natural: Natural is the power of everything else. All people have this skill, but only a few people stay behind the other elements to see the rest of the power. It's a bit like the force, at it's least, able to movwe objects, at the best, it's able to strangle an opponent. It's able to mix with other elements to form other powers.

SKILLS:
About skills, I'll let you make your own. However, try not to make them too powerful. I'll give you up to three to start with, but you can learn more as you go on. Some of the best skills (You're not allowed to go over these)
Regeneration: This charecter can regenerate energy at will, at the cost of their own power. The user can also use it on others.
Magic Well: This charecter can channel huge amounts of magic, and steal it from others.
Weaponmaster: The charecter knows the ultimate skills about his weapon.

Aresia:
Aresia is the continent this rp is located on.
Drakenguard: Drakenguard is the capital of the continent, and holds the Ordinators' Temple, where all Ordinators train.
Indlen: Indlen is the olden city, and it houses the last Elven warrior in existance. He forges the Ordinators armor, and the aprentices are sent to help him forge their armor.
Calak: Calak is the black sheep of the Continent. It's by the border of another nation, and barely anyone goes here by the sheer amount of brigands and cutthroats here. Even Ordiantors try and edge their way around this city if they can.
Arlkin: This was the last city that the demon Liknarmek fought his last fight. This is also the city the Uggdrazil Cult tried to do the ritual.
There are many other cities around the Continent, but most of them are just settlements or minor cities.

Apps:
Name:
Gender:
Appearance:
Skills:
Weapon:
Armor:
Element:
Other:

My App:
Name: Lyon Ulheart
Gender: Male
Appearance: Thin, tall, green eyes, and silver hair.
Skills: Weapon Master
Grand Cross: Imbuning himself with his magic/Demon Energy, he slashes twice, and then the energy floating in the air, rushes forward hitting the enemy
Double/Demon Rush: Lyon forms another body with magic, and they both rush forward to attack the foe. If he's in dire need, his double becomes made of his Demon Energy, and it becomes twice as powerful and bloodthirsty.
Weapon: A Two handed sword made of diamond with a shorter hilt better for one handed combat (Please look at other)
Armor: A silver plated armor with the paudlems pointing out to the sides, and with the left arm cut off, leaving it exposed. (Please look at Other)
Element:Wind
Other: He was the last of the cihldren to get the seal, and the demon part of him had already got a hold on him, and the priest had to seal the demon in his left arm, making it impossible to move without causing pain. He trained really hard with his right hand, and is able to easily use a blade that a normal warrior would need two hands to weild, but at the cost of not being able to use a shield or dual wield. When he gets angry, he has a tendancy to be angier and more hostile to others.

Looks interesting, might I ask what the overall theme of this story is? I will write up a character shortly.

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

YOU WILL MAKE THE THIRD CHAPTER OF THE MAGICAL ACADEMY/NITHRUS SAGA NOW!

Not third chapter. If it was, I'd be using good ol' Falzar. This is just some random thing.
Overall theme is good vs. bad. Yay for line word answers!

What I'm telling you is you MUST make one now.

Now.

I'm so not joking. I need to see this tomorrow or I'm going to stop posting here altogether. I'm not joking.

I'll start working on it, I guess . Probably not going to be ready for a little while. You can keep yourself interested on this RP. I haven't changed my style much.*

*Not changing my style= Posting every five seconds one day, not posting at all the next, until you're finaly about to scream. I have no control!

BTW: If you think this is bad, wait till you see what I have planed after I get The World Ends with You. No body will hear the end of that! MWAHAHAHAHA!

3rd part of Nithrus? I'm in!

A few points, though...

1. I'll probably be using the Leo from Magical Academy (I think I made an app but never got started).
2. Don't worry Aliath, he won't be running around drunk and invincible anymore.

Sorry to say this Falzar, but I doubt I'll be joining this rp. I've been rather busy lately, and I don't have much time left for much else but homework (and Habok).

Name: Hollow (Not Hallow, like two of my other characters)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short, black hair (and no facial hair), pale skin, and very dark black eyes. He's averagely heighted and muscular.
Skills:

The First Seal: Using his pure mental power, Hollow is able to drop the first, and outermost, seal the Ordinators cast on him, unleashing a small fraction of what his true form would be if those seals weren't even there. His skin becomes dark gray, and his black pupils and irises grow, taking up the entire eye. He's also granted the ability to summon blasts of darkness, which corrupt anything they touch and break it down at an unseen level.
The Second Seal: If enough mental power is wrought up by Hollow, he's able to break the second seal. Then, his skin becomes black, and a small pair of horns sprout from his forehead. He's also granted the ability to turn into darkness in the form of black slime, giving him the ability to change shape (though he's not invulnerable and can still get hurt, especially by fire and light), also giving him the ability to meld into shadows and reappear from another shadow not too far away.
The Third Seal: The last seal Hollow's ever been able to lift, though not often, is the third seal. When released, his eyes start to glow a reddish orange, like lava, and his sprouts a long, whip-like tail that he can use as a weapon. Finally, he's granted the ability to create shadows of himself, which he's able to control and be in two or more places at once, it seems. Though the shadows have to be close by, and he's only been able to summon two shadows so far.
Hollow must release each seal in succession. And as he goes from the first to the third seal, it gets harder to release and maintain, which is why he usually only releases the first seal, usually only in tough situations, and the last two seals are used only in emergencies.

Weapon: A broadsword with a black sheath that is slung on his back.
Armor: Not much. Just a white shirt, black pants, a black jacket with a hood, and black boots. He doesn't wear much armor so he can maneuver more easily.
Element: Darkness
Other: He's called Hollow because he acts emotionless, empty, but he's not evil. Though evil tendencies are always trying to take control of him, he's always able to manipulate them and force them to help him do good, such as the use of the three seals (though there may be more later in the RP, if Falzar allows it).

Scorpion is accepted.

Name: Leo Crimson
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5’7, blue hair
Skills: Weapon Master
Weapon: large one-handed battleaxe
Armor: grey tunic with golden armor and boots. He also wears a grey cloak.
Element: Light
Other: One of the last to have his seal put in, Leo was lucky to have minimal damage done to him by the seal due to laziness by one of the cult members. However, his weak spot is the bottom part of his left leg, the place where the seal was put. If he is ever injured there, Leo will find himself limping with much pain for several days.

You're in. Now we can start.

IC: Lyon looked at the metal face, and the sword pointing at his chest.
"You should've given it back while you could have. Now you must pay the punishment."
Give what back? Why are you attacking me? He thought to himself. However, all he did was shake his head, and draw his blade. The armored figure nodded, and dashed forward. His speed and ferocity completely outdid Lyon, and in no time, he was on the floor.
"I gave you a chance, now I'm just going to have to rip it out of your body. A shame, I really thought that you were worth the effort." He took the blade, and thrust it at his heart.

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Lyon woke up in a cold sweat.
"The same dream again." His arm ached as if to confirm that fact.
"I'm glad you're awake." Darellik, his master, sighed. "I see you were having a nightmare agian."
"Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Dreams hold power. Wheather it be the power to the future, the power to see the way through the current crises', and the way to see the wisdom in the past. But I've said enough, we need to train."

Name: Ulrich Ellis
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears a large grey robe wherever he goes. He is tall and fairly skinny, and has a huge scar from his knee to his ankle.
Skill: He can force any creature to answer his questions with complete and total truth, and he can force them to relive any memory of their past.
Weapon: A scythe.
Armor: None
Element: Air
Other: He's a bit... full of himself.

Nacho is accepted.

Well, I'm not really sure what I could post right now. I either need someone to post something where my character could enter, or someone'll have to give me an idea, preferrably Falzar, since it's his RP.

I don't really know what to say. You're just going to have to practice with another charecter, me, or just wake up and do whatever the heck you think law enforcement would do.

IC:

Damn, he's vanished... If only I...

Ulrich's eyes flickered back and forth as he scanned for the slightest movements in the trees ahead of him. Several moments of this passed, Ulrich going all the tenser as each second ticked on by. Finally, a telltale branch shook, and the blade of Ulrich's scythe whipped out and cut the branch like butter, bringing down the supports holding his opponent crashing to the ground. A small man with gray hair and one gray and one blue eye fell with it, regaining his balance almost as soon as his feet made contact with the firm ground beneath him. But then it was too late, as Ulrich had grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him far into the air. Their eyes locked for a moment, and the old man's pupils dialated to the size of two black grains of sand.

"Do you feel my power, Rai?" Ulrich questioned, getting nothing more than a stifled cough in response.

"No..." the old man muttered. "No. No, no, NO!" His demeanor changed with the drop of a pin, and the reserved old man became a frantic infant, kicking and screaming to break free of his captor's grip. But Ulrich only tightened it, causing the struggling man to go deathly pale. After a moment more of watching the man beg for his life, Ulrich dropped him.

"Let it be known that the student has surpassed his master, eh Rai? But surely there is someone else, I have still yet so much more to learn... Do you know of one, old man?"

Rai tottered to his feet, stumbling as he fought a battle against his dizziness. "Yes, but he is... unconventional, and not the most pleasant of fellows..."

Ulrich laughed good-naturedly, shaking his head in amusement. "Rai, when have I ever been one to worry about convention or manners? I'm sure I'll get along with him fine, especially if he has something to teach me. Tell me, what is his name?"

Rai was completely silent for a good while, staring at Ulrich and gauging just how safe it was to refer him to the fear monger. After what seemed forever to Ulrich, the old man spoke again. "His name is Dominique, found in the tower that looms over the town... You'll recognize him when you see him."

OoC:

I want to bring back a character I wasn't able to use from another RP. He'll be a minor character and greatly changed, but...

You're twisting the plot a bit much. Watch it.

Mind untwisting a bit in the right direction?

Apps:
Name: John
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Tall. Decently Skinny. Blue-Green Eyes. Black hair, long (normally worn in a braided fashion down his back).
Skills: Weapons Master.
Weapon: A Katana.
Armor: None.
Element: Fire. If more then one, water. The second is granted by his spirit (and thus, normally he cannot use it to any fighting extent). If he gets very very angry, or fights for extended periods of time, his seal weakens, and he obtains power over water (more about it below).
Other: Seal. If John fights for extended periods of time, his seal begins to weaken. As it weakens he begins to obtain power over water until, when his seal is closed to being fully released, he has complete mastery over it. Due to the unique way in which the soul sealed into him was sealed, John has to devote a portion of his energy and will power to keeping it back. If he is sufficently weakened (i.e. after a long battle), or he feels he needs the power boost and releases the spirit, his seal will start to break, releaseing a portion of what is contained inside of it. When this happens, his speed, strength, and overall power increase noticeably. If he does not start to work at re-sealing the spirit, then the seal starts to break even more until the soul takes over his body. At which point John must fight to take back his own body by force of will.

As the seal is breaking, however, John is granted ever increaseing powers. His magic becomes stronger, he becomes stronger, and faster. However, his body is incompatable with the spirit trapped in the seal, and thus if it takes over his body for long periods of time his body starts to degrade on the cellular level.

Skills: Blinding Swordsman. Causeing a bolt of lightning to hit near his enemy, John rushes forwards while the enemy is blinded and finishes him off with a few quick slices from his sword.

I will add more skills as the story goes on.

~John

The magician ran throughout the long, winding hallways of the seemingly-abandoned castle. Echoes of footsteps beat on the walls, and his shadow crawled along behind him. Eventually, he found a good hiding spot. He hid in the small, hidden room behind his suit of armor. If he was as wise as he claimed to be, he would've grabbed the suit's sword. But he wasn't.

So he sat there, waiting for any sign that the man had been taken care of. Nothing. No sounds whatsoever. The magician let himself breathe.

Then, he heard a sound as if something soft had slid across something hard, like clothing on the wall. A chill crawled up his spine, sending the hairs on his back straight up. The magician grabbed a piece of rubble, then turned around to hit whoever was behind him with it.

It was too dark to see, though, so the magician was hitting a general area. However, he felt his arm stop in midair, something gipping it with fierceness. Then, the darkness around him went completely black, as if all light had gone from the world, and the magician felt a burning sensation all across the front of his body, and he was thrown back, breaking the door and flying out, 'til he hit the wall of the hall.

Then, a foot stepped from the darkness, and the body of the man followed. It was a man with gray skin, empty black eyes, and black clothing. The magician grunted, then chanted something in another language, and a portal opened up in front of him. Something leaped out, and the man didn't have enough time to counteract the attack, and the beast latched its jaws onto his left arm, the teeth sinking in, bleeding him.

The man punched at the bull-dog. Literally, it was half-bulldog, half-bull, a beast made by another pesky magician, those damned scientists who feel the urge to experiment and create monstrocities that should never have existed. The bull-dog didn't let go, however, and the man saw that the magician was attempting an escape, so he ran after him, bull-dog still attached to his arm.

He reached him, despite the extra weight, unsheathed his sword from his back, and slashed at the back of the magician's leg, felling him. The magician hissed, then got up and grabbed the flail of another suit of armor, finally, and swung it at the man, though he wasn't trained in melee fighting, and a flail wasn't that great of a weapon to use. The man easily dodged it, and the flail swung around and hit the magician in his own arm, and he yelped before falling to his knees.

The man walked to a position right in front of the magician, then said, "You must be brought to justice, magician. For years, you've performed cruel experiments on unwitting creatures, changing them into tortured creatures, such as the bull-dog attached to my arm. Then, you've sicked your damned creations on defensless settlements, stealing those things which keep them alive. For this, you must die and be put out of their misery, and I've finally found you, you selfish magician. What could you have hoped to accomplish?"

"Advancement to the future, cursed demon! All the creatures and people of this world lead meaningless lives. At least because of me, they were given a purpose! Who are you to judge me?"

The man growled, then said, "You sicken me. May you die, the face of your killer branded on your memory forever. I am Hollow" he said with his blank expression, with the blank expression he always had, no matter the occasion, and then he swung his sword at the magician, cutting his throat, killing him.

Then, he decapitated the head of the bull-dog and ripped its jaws from his arm. Finally, he sheathed his sword and began walking out the castle, only chance knowing where he'd be swept to next.

"Master Derelick! My student has run out on me again!" One of the older masters said, as he ran towards the keep.
Lyon cursed. Every time Ulrich ran out, he and his master usually had to hunt him down. "Damn Ulrich" he muttered under his breath.
"We'll find him. He couldn't have gone far, our sentries haven't reported any Ordiantors running out."
Lyon took off running towards the borders of the woods, when he saw him.
"Hey Ulrich. It's only been about two days since you ran out last." His left arm tingled. "Anyway, I assume standard rules apply?" Lyon reached for his blade, and pulled it out.

IC:

Ulrich gave him a hearty glare, drawing the scythe out in one smooth motion. "You won't hold me for long this time, Lyon. I've gotten a few new tricks up my sleeve despite the short amount of time passed... I'll try not to injure you too badly." Reaching out in his mind, Ulrich already began to attack the mental barriers in Lyon's the Ordiantors had trained him to create. As he had expected, they began to strain under the pressure already. Ulrich chuckled as Lyon flinched as he fought back the older boy's prescence in his mind. "I'm not sensing fear, am I?"

OoC: Am I accepted?

~John

I think he already said you're accepted.

EDIT: Nevermind. I don't see it anywhere. Maybe that was another RP I'm thinking of.

Falzar, when exactly are you planning on releasing the third Nithrus...?

It's still in the fine works, And right now, I'm just thinking of a scenario for the LF's to come back in. Just be patient. If you want to continue this conversation, do it over pm. John Ada,s is accepted.

IC: "No, not really. It's probably yours." Lyon said, then he pushed back, trying to shatter Ulrich's sheild. Knowing that neither of them would get anywhere like this, they both stopped and drew their weapons. He ran forward, but when Ulrich slashed at him, he jumped back.
"Grand Cross!" He slashed Ulrich twice, and then the excess energy in the air sent him shooting back.

IC:

Ulrich growled as parts of his robe were shredded from Lyon's sword. "You're paying for that, you know."

Pressing through the energy that was trying to knock him down, Ulrich hooked his scythe blade over Lyon's shoulder, yanking him back and cutting him, all at the same time. When Lyon was brought into range, Ulrich dealt him a powerful kick to his gut, causing him to flinch and double over in pain. In this split second, Lyon's walls dropped, and Ulrich's mental presence overtook Lyon's. Ulrich began laughing as his grip over Lyon's mind tightened... He rifled through the memories of his opponent, searching for something to end the fight immediately. A metal face sprang into his psyche, as if it was answering his call, but Lyon's walls had came back up and he pushed the older boy away from him with a grunt.

Ulrich twirled his scythe, backing up. "Who was that... man?" he said with a considerable amount of interest in his voice. "Surely that wasn't an Ordinator... have you been on the outside before?"

"I don't... know..." Lyon gasped " I don't remember him, whether he was a friend or a enemy." He got up, and grabbed his blade that had fallen beside him. "Either way, we'll have time to talk about it on the way back to the compound,"

"Right," Ulrich said, tucking his scythe away. "I've never understood why you continue to stay here, though. There's nothing here for either of us anymore; we belong out there, in the town, mingling with the people. There are thousands of masters and teachers more powerful and more intelligent than the ones in here, ones who can help us become truly... great. Eventually, you and me are running away from here. When we have a firmer grasp over our powers, and when you agree with me about the outside. I mean, don't you want to know more about your friend the metal-faced man? Don't you want to meet him?"

Lyon sheathed his blade, and and then shrugged. "Not really, or at least not yet. There isn't even an indication that he's alive anymore. Or whether he's even exists. Memories can lie, after all."
"I see you wrapped that up easily enough." Derelick said, appearing as if from no where. "But it ended prematurely. What caused the fight to end so soon?"
"I, uh, just convinced him to come back." Derelick gave him a questioning look, but said nothing.

Ulrich shrugged, as if he was answering to Derelick's look. "Not feeling the fight today, I guess..."

Uhh... you all haven't given up on this, have you? I was rather interested in this RP. I just don't have anything to post at the moment.

Falzar, wake up.

Not really much to post ATM, so do you know what this means?
LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!
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