Colt (Archive With Formatting)
Jan 23, 2016 18:42:23 GMT -5
Post by Sierra on Jan 23, 2016 18:42:23 GMT -5
City of Miracles
COLT, THE CITY OF MIRACLES, with its towering cathedrals, massive gardens, and even larger populace, has never failed to impress. Aside from being the capital of the human kingdom, it is a bustling marketplace and is bursting with magic and talent all over. All manner of humans and fae, along with many exotic animals, roam the streets and occupy every corner. The strong walls and even stronger military protect it from any invaders or monsters, and have done so for the last 300 years, allowing Colt to prosper in wealth and magic. Colt is a monarchy, however the religious group in power chooses the next king almost always.
There are two religions in Colt. The Luuiae, who are dragon worshippers. They see the greater dragons as near-gods and use their magic to pay respect to the dragons and to craft weapons and tools capable of incredible things. They are a confident and brave group, where technical skill and courage is highly valued. Most of all, they hate the Meralee, who are just pathetic monks who only think and never feel anything.
The Meralee are fae worshippers. To them the fae are the source of all light and magic, and are to be praised for their gift to the world. They see dragons as simple beasts of magic. They use their magic to make magnificent spells and charms that they use to protect themselves and make huge creations of the arts or of advanced magical capability. They love thinkers and ones who are good with words and complex magic. Above all, they hate the Luuiae, who are just barbarians that worship lizards.
Fairies inhabited the planet long before beast or man. As the world changed, though, they guided humanity on the path of virtue and mysticism, teaching them in the ways of magic. To this day fairies roam the world as free spirits, not bound by any harsh laws or governments. They keep to their own and travel in large groups for protection. Each fairy possesses a modicum of magical power, but many can join together and perform amazing spells to ward off danger or simply as entertainment. Due to their curiosity and renowned wisdom, fairies are often worshipped as deities by the very same human race they once raised.
Dragons came to the planets with the beasts but there has always been something different about them. They communicate using language and use magic in a complex intelligent way. They tend to keep to their own, hardly interacting with non-dragon beasts or humans. If they have a governmental system or some sort of societal structure, no one quite knows. But it is no argument that they are powerful, intelligent, and capable of great acts.
Colt’s king is growing old and a successor is ready to be picked, however neither religion has enough power over the other to firmly place someone on the throne. They need supporters now more than ever and will stop at nothing to control the city. However other forces are brewing, and the tussle between followers may just be the beginning.
RULES:
-Basic CST Ruleset, refer to gamestarforum.createaforum.com/role-playing/rules-of-cst/
- Write in third person
- Character limit is 3: NO MORE (Also if you want to have more than one character please be at least somewhat active, you know who you are)
- Don’t abuse magic, use your common sense, injuries SEVERELY inhibit your ability to cast spells, magic cannot do/protect you from anything. This should be fairly self-explanatory, it is in Box’s and my own jurisdiction to determine what is allowed and what is not. As long as you aren’t being OP with magic you’ll be okay.
- Don’t make loners, while it is fun to write giant side stories that eventually come into contact with others, it sort of messes up the story as a whole.
- What’s your favorite idea? Mine is being creative. How do you get that idea? I just try to think, creatively.
CHARACTER FORM – Everyone is a human:
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry:
Name you are called: (If they are the same don’t include this line)
Age:
Occupation:
Religion: (Meralee or Luuiae)
Single?:
Bio: (As much or as little as you please)
Kyla Verak
Erik Jolson
Jennifer Briam Kalmath
Smith Wesson Sharpe
Maxine Ballans
Freyda Elzen
Jason Hrabar
Echo
Scarlet
Oliver Cumberland
[No Appearance]
Chrome Bullet
Percy Forge
Thomas Godfrey
Camille Levalis
Joshua Valter
Sophocles Colonomos
Midnight
Roy Aiekiv
Ren Shizumi
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Smith Wesson Sharpe
Age: 30
Occupation: Apothecary/Physician
Religion: Officially Meralee, atheist in practice
Single: Yes
Bio:
Smith is a formal gentleman, of noble bearing and sizable wealth. He was educated in traditional Meralee doctrine and in the Magical Arts since his early childhood, but he is relatively inactive as a member of the Meralee religion. He finds the entire concept of the Meralee/Luuiae conflict ridiculous, since he believes religion to be irrelevant. He himself is much more interested in concrete things, such as his business. He does not regularly attend Meralee meetings and churches, and does not read the pamphlets they hand out in the street. Because of this, many suspect him to be a Luuiae sympathizer, though they would not dare voice such thoughts because of his nobility.
Smith spends the majority of his time inside his apothecary, studying and experimenting, while many of his old friends are out attacking Luuiae in the streets "for fun". Then, very recently, Smith's father, Brown Sharpe, was ambushed and robbed by a Luuiae gang on his way home, late at night. They humiliated him, beat him, and stripped him naked, but were then terrified when they saw the Sharpe family crest tattooed on his chest. Panicking, for attacking a nobleman was a crime that generally led to execution, they killed the man in fear.
A passerby had witnessed the crime, and they were eventually identified.
Smith, still mourning, sent them to their execution. He has not left his apothecary since, and that was over a week ago.
Appearance:
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Maxine Ballans
Name you are called: Max
Age: 19
Occupation: Librarian / Book enthusiast
Religion: Meralee
Single?: Yes
Bio: Maxine have been reading since she was three, and has studied magic since she was five. She knows two languages, has memorized two books and countless songs. When she was 16 she became an assistant librarian for the Meralee grand library and since then has spent all of her time reading. Many (including herself) often forget she is just 19.
Her magic skill is very refined but limited, her family were never magicians and never bothered to care about it.
Max is quite an introvert, she prefers books over people most of the time and has a hard time making friends. However she is quite confident in manor and does not see herself as shy or antisocial. Her parents describe her as stubborn, smart, and cold.
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Freyda Elzen
Name you are called: Freyda
Age: 19
Occupation: Performs whatever work she can find, currently a shop attendant
Religion: Meralee
Single?: Yes
Bio:
Freyda, in an act of teenage rebellion, ran away from her parents in order to join a cult known as the Seraphim. This branch of the Meralee religion sees Fae as the powerful source of magic, but views them as tools to be harvested of their magical energy rather than deities to be respected. In a sense, they worship magic itself, with Fae as hardly sentient manifestations of it. The cult believes that with enough magical energy, they will be able to perform a summoning ritual that will summon the source of all magic.
Freyda styles herself a 'blood witch,' and uses her own blood as a conduit of life force to power spells. This lets her use spells far beyond her own meager training (she slept through most of her classes), but means that she runs out of energy extremely quickly and becomes woozy or even unconscious after casting too many spells in quick succession. It takes time for her to recharge this energy, which is why she travels with other members of the Seraphim in order to share the load of spellcasting.
Freyda takes whatever work will accept her, and lives in the house of one of her cultmates. She has a very aggressive temperament and is often too reckless in using her magic. The Seraphim have virtually no political power and are viewed as a heretic group by other Meralee.
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Jason Hrabar
Age: 18
Occupation: Craftsman/Warrior
Religion: Luuiae
Single?: No. (I don't care if this is going to be a physical character or an extra I write with. If you want your charrie to take this spot that would be great.)
Bio: Jason is a great crafter and fighter. Though when fighting, he works better alone. Jason's best weapon is his bow. He never leaves without it.
((And yes I'll add to the bio too))
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: (Unregistered)
Name you are called: Echo
Age: 14
Occupation: Designated Oracle, and future high priest of the Meralee.
Religion: Meralee (She is a fairy)
Single?: Yes, but as tradition goes she must remain a virgin.
Bio: Echo, a fairy of pure royal blood, has an important role to fill. She is to attend the coronation of the future king and become the high priest of Colt. In order for this to happen, however, a Meralee noble must ascend to the throne. She has recently been appointed to roam the land alone to select a rightful ruler, and to make certain a Luuiae cannot become king first.
The only issue is, however, that she is very timid and uneasy about the outside world. She is burdened by the immense pressure of the future of Colt apparently resting on the shoulders of her and whoever she chooses to rule.
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Luna Knight
Name you are called: Scarlet
Age: 18
Occupation: Dragon's maid\Assassin
Religion: Luuiae
Single?:No (engaged)
Bio: A dragon once descended upon her family house and laid destruction to her family leaving her half insane.He granted her stay in his home where she serves him by day and slays his alliances by night she is the fearsome scarlet! (Don't worry; her horns are fake. Master has quite the hobby...)
Appearance:
Begin!
(Official religion posts will come in a few hours)
Kyla Verak
The Luuiae Cathedral was in the eastern part of the city. It was a magnificent building, carved from top to bottom with engraving of every known dragon and the entire history of the world, the church of Luuiae, and every dragon ever recorded. It was never a quiet place either, there were always people in it, outside of it, and moving through it's massive halls. The luuiae believe in the power of community, and being close to friends, family and a church is a must, so the business was natural. That's not to say there couldn't be peaceful times. The cathedral had a quiet hour every once and a while, where rarely anyone was running around for some time, It was always a blessing for cathedral workers, who could get work done.
"Grand Chancellor!" A black robed man swung open a large wooden door and fell to his knees.
"Kṙaevu" Kyla Verak said. (Khhray-vu, Dragon for Blessings, means "Dragons be with you")
"Kṙaevu," The man said, breathing heavily, "Your department of investigation has found valuable information."
"Go on," The Grand Chancellor said.
"His Highness has grown even sicker, he will probably pass in the next couple days, we were wondering if you have someone to crown."
"New information indeed," Kyla stared at her servant, "We do, in fact. He will serve the city well."
"Of course." The man bowed his head, "Shall we begin the next phase?"
"Yes, order the department to start the campaign." She paused, "Do you have the information I desire?"
"No Grand Chancellor," He said, "I do not."
"It is crucial we get this in the next day captain, do you understand?"
"Yes Grand Chancellor."
"See to that, dismissed."
The man stood up and hurried out. Kyla let the silence hang in the air for a few moments, then turned to a servant boy, "Well, with that out of the way, let's prepare for the fires tonight! Go get the pit ready young one."
"Of course!" The boy smiled. and skipped off.
Only a week in and already trying to seize the throne Kyla thought to herself, I'm doing my duty, Dragons guide me.
Jason
-- 1 day ago --
"Jason you can't do this!"
"I have to."
"You can't risk things like this!"
Jason faced his girlfriend.
"It's part of my training."
-- Present --
Jason sat under a shady tree. He blocked the sun with his hand. His girlfriend walked over and stood in front of the sun.
"Thanks," Jason said as he took a bite of an apple.
"I'm still mad at you."
"For what?"
"I told you not to-"
"You tell me not to do anything, Ash."
Ash paused, "But this time you got hurt. I can't let you do this to yourself."
"A bruise can't stop me."
"You broke your arm! It's a little more serious than a bruise!"
Jason stood up and held Ash's hand.
"Everything will be okay."
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Erik Jolson
Name you are called: First Ambassador or Ambassador
Age: 37
Occupation: First Ambassador, the leader of the Meralee religion
Religion: ...Meralee.
Single?: Yes, but due to his position he's not romantically available.
Bio:
As the First Ambassador of the Meralee, Erik has a duty to locate, protect, and learn from fae while passing on this information to those beneath him. There are many people under him in the Meralee hierarchy to perform day-to-day work, but he has final command in all matters. He spends most of his time conversing with fae and asking them for wise advice.
Erik cares far more about fae than other people, and can come off as oblivious or downright cold to humans who waste his time. He has little knowledge of human-human interaction, and was essentially raised by fae all his life. His focus on magic is similar to that of the fae themselves, with spells focusing on light, water, crystals, and the mind. The fae companions who raised him, Nephele and Aurea, provide him with magic energy that allows him to cast powerful spells. He stores this magic energy in the gems on his earrings and necklace.
Erik Jolson
Erik stood up from his chair and bowed when Echo entered the room.
"Welcome, Oracle. I trust you are enjoying your stay in our fair city? I don't think I need to tell you how important your task is. We have lived a prosperous and holy sixty years under our great king, and it is up to you to extend this golden age into the future. Without you, our kingdom would fall to worshipping mere beasts, uncaring about human civilization or progress. My respect for you is infinite, and I will do anything in my power to assist you."
Erik walked over to his desk and pulled out a ring with a sapphire gem, holding it out in front of Echo.
"Over the years, your brothers and sisters humbled themselves by giving me this power, the power of the fae. Now it is time to give that power back to you. If ever you find yourself in danger, you can use this ring as an energy source."
Erik smiled. "Now, go and find a king!"
Name as it appears in the Colt Royal Registry: Oliver Cumberland
Name you are called: Sir Cumberland
Age: 24
Occupation: Knight/Gentleman (Estate owning noble so basically, they don't do anything significant except occassionally offer their services to the King/Cathedral)
Religion: Meralee (Since Luuiae doesn't have knights for some reason)
Single?: No (Engaged to be married in a few months)
Bio:
The Cumberland family is one of the older established noble families in the human kingdoms. They have been devout worshipers of the fae for many generations and the current head, Oliver, is no different. Oliver is engaged to a member of the Keppel family who have close ties to the Meralee cathedral as well as being nobles themselves. Oliver became knighted at the age of 21, becoming one of the Knights of the Order of Olive.
Oliver generally spends his time squandering his days in the western marketplace and often visits the local tavern there. He enjoys the fact that he does not have to "work" as the family estate generates enough income for him to essentially do nothing. He spends his free time socializing and practicing swordplay, reading ancient texts (equivalent of Latin texts of this world), and practicing general magicks. Usually goes out in his standard parade armor.
Appearance: (someday.)
((Picture of Ash ))
Ash
Ash looked down and sighed.
"I guess we'll find out."
She went inside to grab her basket, took a few coins, and went off to the market.