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P a l l i s (#42550) Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2015-08-15 03:41:58 |
Dear Subject,
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|P L O T| Welcome to Rukia, an arid world that is the sister planet to Earth. The climate of Rukia has changed dramatically over the past few thousand years, to the point that 90% of this planet is desert. The water here is boiling hot and has been known to cook humans alive within minutes. However, animals have evolved to drink and swim in this water with no difficulties (do not worry, because our top scientists have created the H2II, which is a small machine that is placed in the water to cool it down). As for Rukians, we look almost identical to the humans of our sister Earth planet, however, many outer-city low bloods have evolved to have tougher, more heat resistant skin.
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High blood; The term used to describe any person born within a dome city to high blood lineage; the lineage must be entirely pure for them to be considered a high blood. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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+ All Lioden rules apply.
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[Prince Pallis (#42550); moderator/owner ]
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Hawkeye (#55590)
Blessed View Forum Posts Posted on 2015-08-24 07:00:35 |
Aww, sadface, alright. He'll probably end up with some kind of tat or something later down the line then XD What about travel? Do they have kinds of vehicles or domesticated animals to ridden of some sort? And I'll def check it out XD If it's alright, I'll post what I have so far and edit to finnish? I need to switch comps shortly and I already have too many word docs open XD 0 players like this post! Like? |
P a l l i s (#42550)
Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2015-08-24 07:15:57 |
I believe the highbloods travel in some kind of vehicle because they have very advanced technology. It'd imagine something similar to a car? You're in luck because I'm actually just about to put something in the plot section about technology in Rukia. Yeah you can definitely go ahead and do that! 0 players like this post! Like? |
Hawkeye (#55590)
Blessed View Forum Posts Posted on 2015-08-24 07:35:14 |
|Name|Einar Stian Vidar |Age|24 |Gender| Male -Sexuality - Straight as a rainbow |Lineage| High-blood --> Honor protector -Occupation ~ Honour protector |Personality| Stian is a proud and rather charming guy. He quite enjoys flirting with people of any sex though relation wise is only interested in men. He's bold, stubborn and brave if not a little reckless. He's never had a problem with any of the low born people, or the high, having always been willing to converse or greet anyone. He doesn't always come off as serious, and more often than not doesn't appear to take things very seriously... unless you put him into a fight. Weather verbal or physical, he stands up to the task and in what he believes in and isn't willing to back down. He is however open to his beliefs, and is always willing to take in the words of either side, and makes his own choices, and doesn't stick to purely what is expected, and what society thinks he should feel about things, and decides for himself. He is however loyal to those who matter him, even if he might not agree with their thoughts might be. -Strengths ~ Skilled fighter/strong, Open-minded, medically skilled, Charming, Loyal, Kind-hearted, Brave -Weaknesses ~ Vain, sometimes overly-flirtatious, impulsive, blunt, Can become loud, impatient, doesn't pay much mind to his well being if others are in danger. Can be counted as both a strength and a weakness: Secretly Has Situs Inversus(His insides are reversed/mirrored/flipped) -Alignment ~ Unsure |History| Stian was born to a well respected family. His father a respected politician, and his mother a skilled, and very caring doctor. THe was raised with a good education, and with several servants, though he didn't pay much mind to his education, not as good as his elder sister in the sciences. More often, he would find himself watching the Honour Protectors, always hearing of how good, and strong, and brave they were... that was what he wanted to be. He wasn't the best in classes and teachings. But when he began practicing fighting, he excelled, and so began to focus more and more on that. And for his spare time, found himself helping his mother with the ailments of other people in his spare time. His father was often frustrated with him, thinking his son was better than the Honour Protectors. That it was too dangerous for him, and he should become a politician like him, or at least work in the hospital with his mother full time, being good with the people. Or the sciences, like his elder sister. But he would not be discouraged, and continued with his goal. He did, however, be found to ask questions others didn't seem to like, and often tended to set people off. WHY were the low-bloods low bloods? What made their blood any less than a high blood? Particularly one like him. Born with high blood, but having a medical problem, where a low blood might be perfectly healthy, and yet still considered less than him. Even if one was smarter than he was. Why was there no room for everyone within the dome? If all were trained and educated, and pitched in and treated fairly, would that not help? Would it not improve things and advance the world even more with new minds to add ideas? The questions were never answered, and only met with anger and insistence that he could not speak of such forbidden things. Informed that the low-bloods were lesser, and did not deserve to be here. But he still never understood WHY, and no one told him. They did however inform his parents. His mother had seemed sympathetic to him, but that day had been the first time his father had ever laid hands on him. He could not allow himself to have a sympathiser for a son. Both for the sake of his child, and his own well respected career. And so he had learned the hard way what such thoughts did, and became silent for his own safety, people seeming satisfied in his silence and having chalked it up to foolish youth and having been set straight, never hinting that he still thought such things. He did eventually find himself in the ranks of the Honour Protectors. Baring the uniform proudly and proud and honoured to protect the citizens and people around him. Still, he heard the degradation of the low bloods, and where he had come to learn to speak, and put them down as much as the others, it still scratched the back of his mind of why they were thought to be so much less then them, and secretly, couldn't blame them if a rebellion truly was being formed if the rumours were true. But he never showed it. Never hinted at his thoughts. Otherwise, he was proud, and served them strong and served well, he, and his strength respected within, and eventually, even his father told him he was proud of him. HE was a good protector, and was fair to anyone who needed to be dealt with. Weather high or low in blood. Because of this, one of his protector members accused him of being a sympathizer, which he quickly denied end ended up getting into a fight wight, which he eventually won, and got the man to apologize, giving one final kick to his ribs for good measure before finally backing down to drive home his disgust at being called such a thing, which had more then satisfied the rest. Going to his mother when getting patched up, he confessed to her his true thoughts in secret. She hadn't chided him, or told him he was wrong. But simply told him to be careful with his thoughts, and not to let anyone think he felt such a thing. It would be such a shame if they lost him. And don't ever let his father know. The man was loving, and spoiled his children, but he was dedicated to his job, and would likely not hesitate to report the truth if it was needed. A painful truth he was already well aware of. One day, while they had been chasing after a low-blood who had tried to get into the city using falsified papers, one of the newer Protectors began to go to far with the low blood. Beating them into a pulp, which Stian had not agreed with and tried to pull him off. Another fight ensued, and the accusation of sympathizer. But he simply said the same as he always had. That they uphold the law, that they are not the law and it was not up to them to give the sentences. Something all had been welcome to accept him from, seeing who his father was. Stian trusted in the law's ability to handle such disputes, and did not think it was his right, or anyone else's' right to abuse the prisoners and that the law was to deal with them accordingly. During the scuffle, the two had fallen over one another and over a hill, Stian landing on top and his body weight slamming into the man's below him, unaware of the hard stone underneath, freezing when he'd heard the sickening crack, his eyes going wide as the body below him slumped and went still, causing him to jump back in fear and horror. For a short while things seemed to be going in slow motion. The other's coming to check on him and what was wrong, the head of their group checking the one he had been fighting, and announcing that he was dead. The others looking to him... and then he just wasn't there anymore. Fear and panic had set in, and he had begun to run. Run away from what he had done, and the people he had feared would hate him and into the desert, not paying attention to his surroundings until everything looked the same all around, and he was lost. -Kin Killian | Father Rashma | Mother Lianna | Elder Sister |Appearance| 5'10, blonde hair, icy blue eyes. Well built, tanned from his days in the sun -Picture Stian General build |Theme song| Centuries |Other| I uh... don't actually have a favourite music genre XD |Roleplay example| I've yet to RP very much on here just yet. My best example On lioden: http://www.lioden.com/topic.php?id=304429174315 Annnd an old post from an off site Zodiac RP Ren had been estled carefully in the warmpth of his own heavy blankets, not uncommon for the other to sleep in late. After all, he had had a long night with his job. One that many had found odd and some tended to judge him for. But he enjoyed the job himself, and that was all he cared about. He could dance, show off and be beautiful and fawned over daily... now what was so bad about that? And it wasn't quite as bad as stripping, though he supposed it was close. But naughty bits never showed, so really, it was a win win. If he brought home the occasional partner, then that was his own business. The only real annoyance was being woken by his inner clock every time the sun came up. It was very annoying and really the most annoying thing he could mention about being the rooster. Otherwise, for the most part, he had no shame in it at all and enjoyed it quite a bit. Still, it took several hours for him to finally drift back off to sleep under his lovely covers, warm and curled up, head bowed down as if he was attempting to tuck his head in like most birds when they slept, long hair in a crimson cascade behind him. He groaned lightly as he heard a familiar voice shouting towards him at his house, making him stretch and give a yawn, grunting as his back and ankle popped loudly, making him flinch and slipping his comforter over his head and curling up once more as another yawn escaped him, ready to drift back off to sleep until he heard someone talking, head poking up from his blanket as he heard it and gave a small, lazy smile as he heard the beautiful poem, groaning lightly though at the thought of having to leave the comfort of his bed if he wanted to let the other in until a thought came to him. He muttered quietly under his breath as he dug around the floor until he found his pants, pulling them into the bed and tirely pawing at the pockets until he found his keys and tossed the pants back down, leaning up and unclasping his window and letting it swing open and started jingling his keys loudly before tossing them out the window. "Get your ass in here! It's cold as fuck! Close this window when you get in here! I can't reach it when it's open!" he called to the other, a small smile on his face as he buried himself back under the covers to get himself warm once more, not caring at all that his hair was a mess and was a little rumpled. Kazuki called him beautiful anyways, even with bed head, and that was good enough for him. 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 27/08/15 by Hawkeye (#55590) |