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OOC Chat / Oh wow! It's so pretty!
« on: July 06, 2013, 05:05:44 AM »
The site, that is! It's been forever since I've come around, and goodness! It's beautiful and you guys have been doing great things with this place.

And I severely miss this place. I need to reacquaint myself with everything.

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Approved Characters / Calista Everard of House Liari
« on: July 15, 2011, 10:23:35 AM »
>Full Name and Title:
Lady Calista Everard of House Liari

>Age:
25

>Birthday:
April 3rd

>Occupation:
As a Lady, heir of old money, she has no true job.

>Religion:
Thanatos, Greek God of Death, is the patron to her family, and she prays to him like the rest of the Liari lot.

>Hair:
Her hair is a golden blond which naturally falls with some curl.  She keeps it long, though she often braids it up line a crown about her head.

>Eyes:
Her eyes are a dark sapphire blue, large and expressive.

>Nose:
Her nose is medium, never broken, and smooth.

>Lips:
Medium in plumpness, and about medium in width, her lips had a tendency of looking slightly pouty.

>Skin Color:
She has olive skin, which takes on a golden glow quite easily.

>Scars:
She has no visible scars, and has worked her hardest to make the ones she has fade into her skin, so they are not noticeable.

>Height:
5ft8in.

>Weight:
She is thin, though athletic, having more strength than a lot of “ladies”, but still looking ladylike.

>Physical Attractiveness:
She is statuesque, almost, and confident, adding to her appeal.

>Clothing:
She always dresses to her station, with rich fabrics and fine tailoring.  She is not used to the fashions of the north, however, most of her dresses from Greece, her homeland, her fashion choices reflecting that. She normally wears olive greens, golds, and burnt oranges, which play best to her complexion and hair.

>Mother:
Ariadne was a beauty of Kreos, a woman of the aristocracy, and groomed for being someone who ran a household—in style, with money.  She was always level headed, calm, and keen on listening carefully for information while remaining under the veil of being “oblivious” and “naïve”, as someone of her station was supposed to.  She met Ryos Liari at a ball, before he gained his title as Lord of the land, and married him.  She died when Calista was only ten.

>Father:
Ryos Liari was a quiet man, who had a love of weapons fostered by his father, who had been a soldier before gaining the title of Lord Liari.  He took up the mantle with great pride, even though he was riddled with sickness throughout his life, always weaker than his younger brother, Marcos.  He worked in the forge despite his weakness, leading to his early death of an unbeatable sickness soon after Calista’s wedding.

>Siblings:
None, though she had two cousins, Kysis Liari, and Alia Liari (deceased).

>Husband:
Tiberius Everard (deceased).

>Children:
Calypso Liari (daughter, still a baby, by Tiberius).

>Childhood:
Calista grew up in the Keep of Kreos with everything she could ever want, from beautiful playmates to wonderful dresses to phenomenal balls.  She was tutored in being a strong woman, while still remaining feminine, though now and then Ryos allowed Tiberius, his Master of Arms, teach her some knife work, so she could defend herself.

>Education:
She was tutored widely as a child, learning Greek, Latin, and English, as well as arithmetic, poetry, music, and painting.  She absorbed it all eagerly, ready to please her father all the more after her mother’s death.

>Natural Talents:
She has an extremely keen ear for overhearing things, a gift of her mother, and knows how to be charming, even if she hates someone, another gift of her mother.  Her level-headedness comes from both parents.

>Hobbies:
She paints now and then, though she harbors no delusions that she is any good.  She can also play a half-harp with some skill, and enjoys memorizing poetry for verbal recital.

>Personality:
She is level headed but warm, quiet but charming, and extremely charismatic, carrying herself with confidence.

>Weaponry:
Though Calista knows how to use knives, she rarely caries one with her, as she has guards for protection in public.

>Pictures: Calista

>Recent History:
When the Ottomans attacked Kreos, she was one of the first people evacuated to the camp on the north side of the pass, however, her husband, Tiberius, as Master of Arms to the Lord Liari, rode back into battle with his lord.  They brought back his body along with the news her cousin had fallen.  Calista went into heavy mourning, until Kysis seemed to arrive back from the doorstep of Hades, when she promised him she would try to continue her life… in Oberon.  She did not travel to Oberon with Kysis, instead riding a carriage with a few guards around her, mainly Jax, an old friend of hers, as their arrival in the city is not quite so urgent as Kysis\' ride.

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Approved Characters / Fenwick Baldor
« on: July 07, 2011, 09:05:24 AM »
>Full Name and Title:
Fenwick “Fen” Baldor

>Age:
20

>Birthday:
August 2nd

>Occupation:
A wine-seller for the family vineyard… in training.

>Religion:
Adora. His family has worked the land for generations to get the best grapes to make the best red wine in Oberon, and they attribute their continued success to Adora.

>Hair:
His hair is a medium brown, and in the sun, it has a golden undertone to it.  He keeps it just past his shoulder length.  The locks are thick and wavy, though not enough to be curly.

>Eyes:
Hazel, though they are mostly green.

>Nose:
A small button nose.

>Lips:
Medium in plumpness, though a little small on width.

>Skin Color:
He keeps a light, rosy tan, though it isn’t too much coloring on his skin.

>Scars:
His hand has a few scars on it, from when he tried to catch a bottle and ended up catching a handful of shattered glass instead.  Thankfully it was well tended, so the scars are light and don’t affect his hand movement.

>Height:
5ft7in.

>Weight:
He’s lean, with some muscle from working on the vineyard, but not too much.  He obviously doesn’t work out every day, or do any weapons training.

>Physical Attractiveness:
He is charismatic and extremely charming, which rubs off on his looks.  He tends himself well, and is extremely concerned with his looks.

>Clothing:
He dresses above his station, to say the least.  Normally he wears rich colors, preferring vibrant greens, as they play well with his eyes and hair.  He’ll pair a well made tunic with dark pants and a brown doublet at times.  He always likes to keep up with current fashions.

>Mother:
Gwyneth was a daughter of a merchant, having money but not nobility.  Despite all attempts, she could not marry up, and instead married Roderick, a wealthy vineyard owner and wine-seller.  She prizes beauty and music above all.  She is currently with child and hopes for a daughter, though Roderick wants another son.

>Father:
Roderick Baldor comes from a long line of men who have owned the Baldor Vineyard just outside of Oberon.  He is an astute mind, and while he runs the business, he is not afraid to get out and get his hands dirty, the exact opposite of Gwyneth.  He wants his (as of now) only son to follow in his footsteps, though it does not look like that will be happening any time soon.

>Siblings:
One is on the way, though Fenwick does not know what it will be yet.

>Childhood:
Fenwick spent some of his time with his mother, learning his joy for music and beauty, and part of his time with Roderick—though not at his own choice—learning the family business.  He was the child who spent time at the nicer tavern in town telling stories by the fire and singing songs as entertainment.

>Education:
Roderick hired a tutor specifically to teach Fen mathematics and logics, though Fenwick was hardly interested.  His father bribed him into doing well, promising him a lute if he did well enough, which Fen earned with flying colors.  His mother hired a tutor for music and story crafting, which he needed no bribery to learn.

>Natural Talents:
Fenwick has a clear singing voice, which might be called beautiful—he wouldn’t mind in the least.  He can charm his way out of tricky situations if need be, though he isn’t in them often, or charm his way into a few beds, which he is more likely to do.

>Hobbies:
Singing, telling stories, playing his lute, flirting, archery (though he is absolutely no good at it), and painting (he isn’t good at that, either).

>Personality:
Fen is a cheery man, without a care in the world.  He does not even try to put on a face of caring around his family, and is generally free spirited.

>Weaponry:
Fen has a bow, though it isn’t all that broken in, nor does he see any use for it except archery with a few of the merchant’s sons.  It is supposed to be for social purposes, after all.

>Pictures: coming soon!

>Recent History:
When Fen turned 16, his father set him to work selling the Baldor red wine to local inns and the nobles of the area.  There are a few merchant families who could not care less for Fen, seeing as he courted a few of their heirs to the bed then abandoned them, with no interest in marriage.  Still, he has a charming way, and people generally cannot stay angry with him for very long.

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General Announcements / Like whoa.
« on: July 07, 2011, 06:36:39 AM »
Hello.  It\'s been eons, oh great people of RPC.  I have missed you all.  Yes, even you. XD

So, in the meanwhile, I\'ve managed to get myself a BA in English and Film and am currently a full time writer, though I may be taking on tutoring part time soon. *fingers crossed*  Hopefully that pans out.

I\'ve also wandered around other rp sites now and then, but really, I miss Oberon.  I miss all the awesomeness there and the cast of characters, and I really want to jump back into it.

Here I am!!!

<3 Kysis

PS: I may make more characters in Oberon, so if you\'re interested in rping, hit me up.

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Archives / Don\'t Listen to the Movies
« on: October 15, 2010, 04:07:33 AM »
Zombies were a thing of movies, right?  That\'s what Lance had believed growing up, at least, but now at the age of 22, he actually had faith-- in zombies.

The first one he encountered was before the panic, in a seemingly normal day.  The air was clear, sun filtering down through the skyscrapers, providing a patch of warmth here and there.  Lance was waiting for the bus, already running late, but not having his own car to speed the process (who needed one in a big city, anyway?).

The man next to him groaned, sagging heavily against the painted metal mesh enclosing the bus stop.  His skin was ashen, eyes sunken in.  There was a burst open sore on his mouth, not tended to.  Lance tried not to breathe, but had to, the rancid smell of the man hitting his nose.

He thought it was just another homeless man.  Every year, the homeless were looking scarier and scarier with every year.

Suddenly, the man turned, leaning precariously towards Lance.  Lance scooted as far away as he could on the bench, fishing in his pocket frantically for some spare change.  Maybe that would distract the man?

With a hissed moan, the man opened his mouth.

Lance jumped, watching in horror as the man lurched to his feet, walking in shambling steps towards him.  Lance ran away that day.

Since then, he had found out that you couldn\'t run away from all the zombies, not with the numbers of them around, and how they came out of the strangest places-- however, running did help in most cases.

Lance swung his school bag-now survival kit, over his shoulder, tightening the straps.  It was warm out, but he still wore a long sleeved jacket, that extra layer of protection crucial.  He had yet to hear anything about how long it took for the infection to hit, nor had he had much time to listen.

From everything he had read about zombies, from every zombie movie he had seen growing up, he knew that one place to go was the mall.  The mall, however, was far away and the bottom level was open air, so that was not an option.  The other was the superstore.  There would be sporting good items (like basic shotguns, and if not those, then baseball bats) for the taking, as well as food, medical supplies, and new clothing.

Lance grabbed his skateboard from the corner of the small, run-down apartment, heading out into the daylight.  He did not know he used to live there, only that the place was abandoned now, and his own apartment complex had a few too many zombies for his liking.

It was time to go to the superstore, and get ready for the long-haul.

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General Announcements / Camping!
« on: May 16, 2010, 01:22:38 PM »
I know I\'m not around much, so my absence is kind of expected, but I\'m going camping with my parents and my boyfriend for the next few days.  This means no internet for me (and also means missing Minus the Bear when they play here! T_T ).

See you guys when we get back!  I might post some pictures or something.

~kysis

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Domiciles / The Long Road
« on: February 26, 2010, 04:37:19 AM »
The sun was starting to crawl into the sky, slowly inching up into the dusty blue bowl above them.  The slanted, soft beams of the sun were not as harsh, hot, as they were in Greece, in Kreos specifically.  There was a cool breeze rolling in through the trees, abloom with new Spring.  For a moment, Kysis closed his eyes, taking a long, deep breath.

Birds chirped from treetops all around him, wings fluttering as a group launched into the sky.  Kysis tensed, muscles along his shoulders tightening, if only for a moment.  It was a reflex.  His dark blue eyes opened again, gaze sliding over the shadows, scanning them.

Ever since what happened in Kreos, he had been jumpy, skittish; who could blame him?

With a low, quiet cluck, Kysis spurred Atropos, his beige warhorse, to continue on.  The powerful horse was attuned to him and no one else, having felt his unease.  The horse trotted on, nostrils flaring with a snort.  Kysis rubbed a leather gloved hand up the horse’s neck slowly, soothingly, though his gaze never left the darkness, never stopped being watchful and wary.

Though he had a travel-mate, there was little to no conversation.  They were both in grieving, but for their own, different reasons.  In Kysis’ mind, at least Matthew had a home to return to.  Yes, Oberon was where his wife was, his young daughter was, but at the same time, Kreos was home.

Kysis nudged his boots back into Atropos, the horse starting faster, into a gallop.  He did not look back to see if Matthew was moving to keep up.  Lam’s servant had done a fair job of it thus far; Kysis trusted in his competence at this point.

It was Matthew, after all, who delivered news north of the battle, his capture, the losses.

Kysis’ breath rattled, catching in his throat.  He swallowed at the sudden lump there.

Oberon was near.  He could hear it.

The city gates stood tall and proud, as he remembered them.  Kysis sat up, running a hand back through his disheveled, platinum blond hair.  He tied it back with a leather cord, making quick, neat work of it.  He straightened his cloak, smoothing it out slightly as Atropos trotted to a halt.

The guards stared at him with open mouths, wide stares, but did not say anything, scrambling like they had seen a ghost.  Kysis frowned, that tug of his lips pulling down a fresh scar through his bottom lip, wrapping down around his jaw line near his chin.

It had been long enough that Kysis almost had trouble remembering his way, the streets winding and unfamiliar, the faces all new, the sights and smells near overwhelming.

After two wrong turns, Kysis finally saw his manor, a sore thumb sticking out in the noble’s quarter, horse trotting right through the front gate.  Kysis dismounted, an easy, graceful music.  When he landed, on a slight grimace flashed across his tanned features.

Not all of his wounds had healed yet.

The front door opened, Alex standing there, surprise and joy lighting on his face at once.  He jumped, hurrying down the small set of steps, falling to his knees at Kysis’ feet, arms wrapping around his Lord’s legs, “Ο Λόρδος μου, σκεφτήκαμε ότι ήσαστε νεκροί!” Alex paused for a moment, eyes glassy.

Kysis stared down, face a stone mask, before he finally reached down, hand touching the top of Alex’s head.

“Πάρτε τα άλογά μας στους σταύλους.” The Greek rolled easily, naturally, from Kysis’ lips, though the words came out hollow, flat.

Alex’s surprise remained, the joy slowly melting from his face.  The guard stood, nodding.  He hurried off about his duties, leaving the door to the manor open.

That door was welcoming, beckoning almost.  Kysis took one step, pausing.  He closed his eyes, lowering his head, before he finally forced himself to walk onward, crossing the threshold into his manor.

It looked utterly foreign from what he remembered.  It was not the feeling of home he had been hoping for.

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Approved Characters / Kysis Liari
« on: February 23, 2010, 02:24:26 PM »
>Full Name and Title:
Lord Kysis Liari
(kI\'-sis lEE\'-ari)

>Age:
25

>Birthday:
September 23

>Occupation:
Patriarch of the Liari weapons business, exiled lord of Kreos.

>Religion:
Thanatos, a greek god that symbolizes death and war. It is the perfect patron for the business, and has been the patron of the Liari family for years. In public, he doesn\'t talk about religion if he can avoid it, all the more since he doesn\'t pray or attend service.

>Hair:
It is of the palest of blondes, platinum in hue, straight and somewhat silky. It is roughly chopped to shoulderblade length. His hair has a tendency of looking slightly chaotic, but in no way unkempt.

>Eyes:
Deep blue, like the oceans.

>Nose:
Edging towards small, but still considered medium. It was broken once but properly reset, a small scar on the bridge of his nose and slight bump the only indication.

>Lips:
Medium in width but slightly more plump than most.

>Skin Color:
His skin has a lighter to medium bronze sheen from extensive travel and time out of doors. There is a thin scar on his face, running through his right eyebrow, though it appears as if the eye was undamaged. Other scars line his arms and hands and shoulders from when he was not so good with his sword and from his recent battles in Greece.

>Scars:
Of his visible scars, Kysis has one running through his right eyebrow, with a slight continuation under his right eye.  Another scar runs through the left side of his lips, running down over his jaw line near his chin.  The palm of his left hand has a large scar across it.  Of his non-visible scars, the largest runs up his chest, a wide gash with holes around it from hastily done stitches.  There is an arrow scar on his left shoulder.  A newer addition, mostly scarred over but not entirely healed, is a stab under his bottom-most ribs on his right side; it barely missed his vitals, the scar showing on both front and back.

>Height:
5ft10in, but be seems more imposing since he stands straight.

>Weight:
though not sheer bulk he still has a finely chiseled form, lean and streamlined but with obvious muscle.

>Physical Attractiveness:
he is attractive in a wild sort of way, but his charm is a bit too dark for most.

>Clothing:
He prefers to wear earthen tones on most occasions, such as olive greens, browns, and beiges.  His tunics have a partial lace on the front, large collars, and laces at the bottoms of the sleeves.  He generally wears pants which are slightly baggy, a style from his home, tucked into lace up leather boots.  A baldric and sword generally ordains his waist.  For a special occasion, he might be found in black pants and a royal blue tunic, though this is rare.

>Mother:
She has always been quiet and deeply religious, all of her friends part of one priesthood or another. Raised in a very strict household in the Greek Isles, Arna has passed this on to her own children, teaching them the language of the faith nearly as a first tongue. She now lives north of the pass leading into Kreos, locked in her office, permitting no visitors whatsoever.

>Father:
Marcos is the younger of two sons in the Liari family. As such, Marcos is not heir to the Liari Family mercantile business, but has been given a fair share by his elder brother. He grew up in a large family in the northern region of Greece, learning the ways of the sword from early on. He now lives north of the pass leading into Kreos, the head of a secret mining operation pulling Liari steel from back entrances to the mines on that northern side after the southern, Kreos side entries were collapsed.

>Siblings:
Alia Liari was Kysis’ younger sister, fragile since birth.  She died as a young woman from the same illness Ryos Liari died from just a year prior to her.

>Spouse:
Married to Lam Wilson.  It was not long into their marriage that Kysis was forced to leave Oberon.

>Children:
Pandora, a daughter whom he saw born, but has not been there for for reasons outside of his control.

>Childhood:
Kysis lived a secluded childhood in northern Greece. From a young age he was taught to become a clergy member by his hopeful mother, but Marcos refused to let it be, taking Kysis away from Arna and teaching him with weaponry. Kysis was quick to learn and loved it, alternating between more scholarly studies and swordsmanship his entire childhood.

>Education:
Kysis was tutored mostly by his mother and a priest friend of hers, taking lessons five and a half days a week up to his nineteenth year. He is fluent in Greek, Latin and English.

>Natural Talents:
Kysis is great with hiding his emotions, letting out only the details needed. He would make a great merchant (liar). He is also quick of tongue, able to pull moments of wit as if from nowhere. There is also a mysteriousness about Kysis, which he himself tries building up, that always has someone asking questions. Above all else, Kysis knows his way around swords as if he was born swinging one.

>Hobbies:
Practicing with his sword, reading sometimes, wandering.

>Personality:
Kysis is a quiet, dark man.  He uses few words when he cares to interact with others at all.  He is intelligent, and often brutally tactless.  He has a warm side, though he rarely lets it be seen, keeping it safe behind an icy shell.

>Armor:
Kysis has war-battered armor which he can be seen wearing now and then, more often now than he used to.  Most of it is pressed leather with plates of Liari steel riveted to it.  He has pauldrons, gauntlets, shin guards, and a breastplate.

>Weaponry:
Kysis’ preferred weapon is a long sword, slightly tapered towards the tip, with a double ring guard and a wire wrapped hilt; however, he is trained with a large range of weaponry and actually enjoys engineering strange weapons and figuring out how they work effectively.

>Pictures: coming soon!

>Recent History:
He is just returning from Kreos, where the Ottomans have taken over his homeland, forcing his people to flee.  However, not all was lost.  The mines on the Liari Keep side were collapsed, preventing the Ottomans from getting to the precious Liari steel.  The small pass north, as well, was destroyed.  Tunnels open up on the north side of the pass where Liari men work to extract their sturdy steel; though these tunnels are much longer and more dangerous, it is worth it, as it is their only distraction from all they have lost.  After setting up the basics in the temporary camp, Kysis left for the north.

He won\'t talk about what happened in Kreos, though that shell is bound to crack sooner rather than later.

RPs With Kysis (almost all of them):

Distractions (Kysis is new and town and wants a distraction: Captain Wilson helps him out with that)
Soggy  (After a long day with irritating merchants, who doesn\'t need a drink?)
Soggy Farewell (Well, Kysis and the Captain WERE going to say goodbye)
Welcome Warmth (Kysis decides on a sleepover rather than getting lost)
A Not So Warm Welcome (Alia is a bitch)
Casual Distractions (A nice day at the market)
Exhibition (Kysis being a show-off and a moron)
Loose Ends (Kysis gets patched up and plans are made)
Little Rumors (It won\'t hurt anyone\'s reputation if he sleeps over at the Captain\'s again... right?)
Something to Talk About (A picnic gone wrong)
New For Business (The shop has to be manned by someone, and it\'s Kysis\' turn)
Nothing to Talk About (Misunderstandings cleared up between Kysis and the Captain)
Voices Carry (Rico, the ex-lover, crashes a nice dinner party!)
Judicious (Kysis is thrown to the wolves: the noble wolves)
Judicious Retreat (The relaxing time after the banquet.)
House Call (The apothecary comes over to see Alia.  Blindness comes out instead.)
Fine Line (Kysis and Lam have dinner out...)
Fine Lines (Major revelations much?)
Leaving Oberon (More than just going to Kreos)
Kreos (Time spent in the Greece city of Kysis\' lordship)
The Coronation (The title is finally transfered.)
Home Sweet Home (A turn for the worse)
Losing Touch (The harsh reality of death)
Competition (A new weapons merchant has come to town)
Arrangements for the Living (New business ideas?)
Wandering With Different Eyes (Wandering to cope)
A Spring Too Late (A new merchant arrives, and Kysis is curious.)

The Long Road (Kysis returns from war to a house that is no longer his own)

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General Announcements / I\'m not coming back
« on: May 10, 2009, 12:53:29 AM »
As the title says, I\'m not coming back.  Sorry for leaving a big wide hole all over the place.

Times change, and I\'m too busy to keep up with the timelines and developing stories, so I\'m going to stick with rping at non-constricted rp sites when I do have the time.

Have fun you guys.  See you around, maybe.

~kysis

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General Announcements / uhg
« on: February 20, 2009, 12:44:48 PM »
So, as you all may have noticed, I have been gone lately.  Here\'s the lowdown:

I\'ve been working thirty hours a week, doing five classes at university and am trying to get involved with the Blue Mesa Review all at the same time.  With homework factored in, this leaves me with about... three hours for sleep, at most?

I want to apologize for my absence lately, and I understand if you want to drop any of the rps you have with me.  Lately, I just haven\'t had the energy to get on and do anything of use.  I\'m sorry about that.

Hopefully sometime soon, I\'ll get all caught up with everything, and then I can finally put some time to myself, and to rping again.  My muses are dead, but they have a tendency to come back.  It cycles that way.  So, hopefully, I will be back.

Until then, I wish you all happy writing and less stress. <3

~kysis

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Halflight Archives / Ryos Solis
« on: December 18, 2008, 01:18:20 AM »
Name/Nicknames: Ryos Solis (goes by Ryos)
Gender: male
Race: human, turned vampire
Age: 26 when turned, now 29
Allegiance: Darkwatch: Order of Mareur

Description: He has shaggy, dark brown hair, kept somewhat short.  His skin is unnaturally pale, and veins can be seen through it.  His irises are crimson.  He stands at five feet and eleven inches and is well muscled from years of training and combat.
Identifying Trait(s): a big scar starts at his chin and moves up his left cheek, meeting close to his nose.

Profession: Knight of Mareur
Education: tutored through the knighthood since he was a child.
Social Class: From a wealthy family, he had patronage in the knighthood immediately.  Currently, he survives by what the knighthood gives him, and has no funds for luxury, nor any want for it either.

Clothing:  he wears simple clothing that is comfortable and easy to move in, usually in dark colors.  Most of the time his clothing is hidden quite effectively by his armor.
Armor: His torso his covered by banded plate mail, a mix of metal plates, leather straps, and chain-mail covering the more difficult to protect areas.  There are also guards over his shoulders, lower arms and lower legs.  This patchwork of armor allows for mobility while still giving protection.
Items/Other: Ryos still wears an amulet about his neck with a sun emblem upon it, a gift he had received from a childhood love.

Weapons: Hell’s Bane is a holy sword, blessed by light, that knows true evil.  It hums very lightly when evil is near.  The pommel jewel is intricately cut and perfectly clear, held by a spiral of metal, which swoops gracefully down to the wire wrapped hilt.  The cross-guard is of the same segmented, graceful metal, part of it swirling down onto the blade.  The blade is mirror polished and double edged.  When in battle with creatures of evil, it shines a pure white light, and often sheds such energy off it.
Weapon Proficiency: Long Swords; predominantly.   Sword swords, spears, and kama; training in, but not weapons of choice.

Magic: his only “magic” can be directly linked to his sword, as he can launch holy energy off it for short distances, as will as smite some evil from contact with the sword alone.  Those who are holy and have good intent can be healed by the blade. (in short, paladin powers he lost when he was turned into a vampire)
Skills and Talents: Ryos has always been swift and agile on his feet, his vampiric blood only enhancing that, as well as it has given him precision on balance and an amazing ability to jump.  He is near silent, even in armor, making him deadly.

Habits and Mannerisms: Ryos is nervous and socially awkward, that only intensifying when he became a vampire.  He runs his hand through his hair a lot, and checks the straps on his armor constantly.  He also has a crooked smile, through which his fangs are not visible.
Personality: Though awkward, he is always friendly, and very often cheery.  He is very serious about his personal mission to help destroy the evil upon this world and to save the innocents who are often caught in the crossfire.

History: Ryos was born to the well off Solis family, in a smaller merchant town, and was the chosen son to be “donated” to the knighthood.  With that in mind, his tutelage was specifically tailored to him eventually become a knight, and he was well on that path when tragedy struck.  His town was razed and butchered by a wandering group of vampires disguised as a gypsy caravan, everyone dying.  Ryos, having been out in the field training, was spared, only to return home and find everyone dead.  This only further confirmed his want to be a knight, to combat this evil.  About three and a half years ago, he was ambushed by a vampire, who, upon learning his severe fear and loathing of the undead, turned him rather than killing him.  Ryos felt his career as a knight would be over were this to be discovered, so he effectively hid his vampiric transformation for over half a year, while still doing missions for Darkwatch, until one of Cyric’s companions pointed him out for what he was.  Shamed, Ryos went with them to regain his honor and hopefully convince Cyric not to tell anyone he had been turned.  At the end of their mission in failure, Ryos was intercepted by Darkwatch and made to become a wraith immediately.  After two years of arduous trials, he finally became a Knight of Mareur, and for the last year has been doing their covert, dangerous missions while still being kept on a tight leash.
Family: his parents, two brothers and three sisters were all killed by vampires when Ryos was twelve.  He knows of no other family, though his commander jokes that all vampires are his kin now, which Ryos loathes.

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General Announcements / Back in action! Oh yeah!
« on: November 26, 2008, 11:27:27 AM »
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Sorry for the long ass wait, peeps, but I\'m back.  Mwahaha.  I\'m in the home stretch of NaNo and have just finished a bunch of course papers, so I am free to post like the wind for a while.  Whoo!

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General Announcements / NaNoWriMo \'08 anyone?
« on: October 25, 2008, 01:21:17 PM »
So, as the title suggests, this is about NaNoWriMo.  I am participating for the first year ever, and hoping like hell that I can manage to bust out a nice, round 50k, if not a full novel.  That would rock.

That also means, however, that my posting is going to become even more erratic over the course of November.  Between school, work, my extracurricular club stuffs, homework (which is a monster of its own), and NaNoWriMo, I will not have very much time for internet, much less sleep, eating, or other such things (don\'t worry, I\'ll be eating a LOT, like usual).

Along the same lines, I was wondering who else is participating?  I\'m officially registered on the NaNo site as "kysis" (no big surprise there), and only have one writing buddy right now....

But yeah.  Me=obsessive=not much posting.  Sorry guys.

~kysis

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General Announcements / I IZ BACK!!!!
« on: September 18, 2008, 04:21:04 AM »
Yes, that is right, the almighty slacker that is Kysis has returned.  School work is starting to slow down a little, and my job isn\'t as demanding at the moment, though my duties with After Class (the undergrad lit club) have gone up.

Luckily, the club isn\'t doing anything quite yet.

So, I am back.  If I owe anyone here replies, don\'t be afraid to bitch at me for it.  I\'m trying to locate all of my old rps, but am having some difficulty, as a lot of these places look to have been rather busy. Which is a good thing.

So, hi guys!  I\'ll be around for a while!!!

~kysis

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Old Roleplays / Check Me Up
« on: September 18, 2008, 02:33:27 AM »
In his profession, it was a good idea to get a check up now and then.  Being good at what he did hardly made him immune to the ailments which were transmitted by what he did.  Fane knew this, and before coming to the Nameless City, had gone to regular medical check ups, gotten immunity shots, took his vitamins, and was as careful as possible.  However, getting a doctor’s appointment now within the city was proving quite difficult.

One clinic asked all sorts of questions, including profession.  Fane answered truthfully, and was turned down, because the clinic wanted to keep a good reputation.  Riiiight.  Rolling his eyes, Fane had gone to the nearest phonebook and looked up other places with doctors, finding a few and walking to each one.  It was a good workout, and not too warm a day out.  His bright red hair was slightly wind tossed, but running his pale fingers through it did help.

Each one turned him down.  He was strange, made people nervous, was not from around there.  Fane was wondering when these people would honestly run out of excuses.  At the last clinic, one of the people there, in the lobby, slipped him a card.

Alright… Fane was expecting a dump, some place where all the whores and such could go.  When he saw a flier on the way there, a smile curved up on his pale, full lips.  Perfect… Fane hurried his pace, walking in through the front doors.  That smile, slanted towards one direction more than the other, eyes cold but too deep in their stare, was friendly, charismatic.  It was the kind of smile that drew normal people in, and cued the ‘in the know’ crowd in that Fane was not quite normal.  What he was was totally up to interpretation.

Walking up to the counter, Fane waited a moment, looking around.  He was frustrated, hungry, and sick of looking for a good clinic for now.  This had better be good.

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