The Fairoze RPG

A hundred years ago a group known as the Souls protected a crystal flower called the Fairoze. But another group called the Immortals stole the Fairoze for their own twisted plans. That didn't help as the Fairoze was shatter to dust thanks to the Immortals' wicked wavelengths to oneanother. Now the Souls are disbanded,living their lives in sadness while Immortals rage in madness.
Now a hundred years later the Fairoze is back and the Souls are ready to be reformed with the new student- Avichayil Rinas at the Achates Academy. Thee Immortals also reform just as another group called the InkRebels appears from outta nowhere,ready to help the Souls protect the Fairoze. So which side are you on- The Souls or the Immortals'?

Okay here you choose a group: Souls,Immortals or InkRebels.

You may make a character for each team if you wish too.

Now for the profile part:

Name:
Age: (13-18)
Gender:
Group:
Power:
Weapon:
Bio:
Appearance:

My characters:

Avichayil Rinas:

age:18

gender:female

group:leader of the Souls

power: Note Star

bio:is determine to protect the Fairoze at any cost from the Immortals.

appearance:

weapon:

Rumor Claythe

age:18

gender:male

group:leader of the InkRebels

bio:was found locked in chains on a wall in an old academy in the middle of the forest.But was saved by his InkRebel teammates.

power:speaks through notes and thoughts,uses ink to teleport plus summons his weapons.

appearance:

weapon:

Cassiel Zero

age:18

gender:male

group:leader of the Immortals

power:MistDestroyer-(can destroy the person from inside their minds)

bio:a decendent from the original Immortals.He will do whatever he can to destroy the Souls with help from his teammates.

appearance:

weapon:

Seprath/Sephron Haex
age:18
gender: male
group leader of the MirrorKnights
bio: unknown for now
appeaance:
SeprathSephron

Hecate Riras
age:18
gender: male
group leader of the Shield
bio: All he knows is that half of his heart has been formed into a small mirror where his reflection can speak to him.
appearance:

weapon:

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Permalink Reply by Silver Phoenix on April 16, 2012 at 12:29pm

Claytharien heaved a sigh and then noticed something floating toward them. He recognized it and snatched the note out of the air. "Hey guy," He said. "I think he's nearby." He said showing the note.

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Permalink Reply by Bladebearer on April 16, 2012 at 12:35pm

Storyteller changed from humming some weird tune about sun and meadows and love forevermore. She "read" over the note while tapping a finger on her other hand. Her lips moved silently as she held count. Traces of a grin twitched about her face as she reached for her quill and book.

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Permalink Reply by Emily on April 16, 2012 at 12:49pm

hi guys

sorry to bother you, but i REALLY want to join! but i have a question: souls are good, and immortals are bad, but what are InkRebels?

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Permalink Reply by Silver Phoenix on April 16, 2012 at 12:51pm

They're good too.

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Permalink Reply by Mina on April 16, 2012 at 12:58pm

Haven stood abruptly, but quickly composed himself attaching his weapon to his back. "Where did it come from?" he asked.

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Permalink Reply by Silver Phoenix on April 16, 2012 at 1:00pm

Clayth pointed in the direction he'd seen it coming and then hurried off.

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Permalink Reply by Emily on April 16, 2012 at 1:02pm

ok thanks silvermoon here's my profile:

Name: Atia

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Group: InkRebels

Power: Understanding (she can speak all languages)

Bio: Blank

Appearance:

Weapon:

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Permalink Reply by Bladebearer on April 16, 2012 at 1:22pm

Storyteller stayed behind, still scribbling away in her book. A figure chained up slowly began to take shape under her quill pen. She began to hum again, a sorta droning sound as she made the last lines. She placed the tip of the pen to where a lock would be on the prisoner's chains. Pretending the pen was a key, she twisted. The pictured changed. The chains had fallen off. Storyteller smiled to herself as the picture vanished. She put her pen and book away before getting up. She traversed after her fellow Inkrebels, lowly humming a tune as she went while tapping her fingertips against each other.