this rp is really very,very simple: It's a castle by the sea.

it's a medeivel castle (pre king arthar) in brittany. no magic, no gun powder. christian and pagan, druids allowed(as wise men). there is steel but not much.

once people join we can get started. hopefully this will be light and fun with lots of potential. you can be anything that fits the implied rules.


name: Rhian
age: 18
clothing: a calf length dark blue-green dress and a lightweight darker blue over dress without sleeves. a tooled leather belt at her waist and leather band holding her hair backina long red-brown braid. she has a light gold tourqe(sp?) necklace marking her as royalty and silver and copper braceltes on each arm. warm leather and fur boots.
weapons: she has a long knife
bio: her father was the king's older brother and was to be king, but he was killed during a saxon raid before he ever enherited. she lives in the castle, although she has some land of her own to the south.

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"You can not kill a Dreamer"

"You can not trade your heart for your heart's desire"

"Gone away, gone ahead
Echos roll unanswered
Empty open dusty dead
Where have all the weyrfolk fled?"

Name: Condon
Age: 36
Clothing: Black pants and tunic, iron chainmail over chest. Black gloves and boots.
Weapons: Short iron dagger, steel sword
Bio: Youngest brother of the reigning king, he is last in line of possible inheritence to the throne. He controls a few men in the king's army.

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"And the best thing in the package are the raisins!" ~Bob, the acting teacher

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Name: Father Aaron
Age: 45
Clothing: White monks robe that goes down to his feet, a pair of plain comfortable brown boots.
Weapons: Rosery, Bible
Bio: Father Aaron serves as the church's advisor to the king, and to anyone else who requires a listening ear.

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"For in all things, you are no angel. No angel of Heaven, would cause pain, suffering, death, and all angels would atone for their sins... you are nothing more then a fallen angel, dammed to earth for your cruelty. Let's see if you can earn your wings back"

((Warning: I'm kinda new at this, so if this isn't for newdie RP'ers, kick me out))

Name: Korin
Age: 23
Body: 6' 5", with a very stong, athletic build. He has only a few battle scars on account of him only being in a few battles. He has dark blonde hair down to his shoulders. Ice Blue eyes.
Clothing: Dark leather pants, and shirt with chainmail lining. A long heavy leather cloak that is partially cut for more horseback manueverability (SP). A pair of long black boots as well.
Weapons: A big Broad Sword, a bow (Short, for horseback), and a dagger.
Bio: He was born in Germany, and grew up learning how to weild a sword, and ride a horse well. Though he knows how to use a weapon well, he hasn't had much reall combat experience, and is still concidered a rookie among his peres. He is now living in the castle studying books, and training to be a royal guard, and blacksmith.

((I'd also like to know exactly what we are supposed to do in this RP... like I said, I'm a newbie with this stuff))

((This will be a good rp for begininers actually, because it's very loose and open and not strict at all. basicly, we play it like we're here, the plot will be what every we decide to make of it. so just do what you think would make a good story))

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"You can not kill a Dreamer"

"You can not trade your heart for your heart's desire"

"Gone away, gone ahead
Echos roll unanswered
Empty open dusty dead
Where have all the weyrfolk fled?"

Korin made his way down a muddy smelly street in the town. He had been training to be the castle blacksmith, and today was his trials. He had to finish the greatsword that he had been assigned to forge to prove that he would serve well as a blacksmith.

"I can't wait to get this over with", He thought. I want to finish this, so that I can start my weaponst training again".

Father Aaron sat in the castle chapel quietly, in a kneeling posistion on the stone floor at the window. He sat and prayed quietly, relaxing, gathering his thoughts as his mind focused entirely on his prayers.

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"For in all things, you are no angel. No angel of Heaven, would cause pain, suffering, death, and all angels would atone for their sins... you are nothing more then a fallen angel, dammed to earth for your cruelty. Let's see if you can earn your wings back"

Rhian reined in her horse gently comeing to a stop at the top of the cliff over lookign the ocean, tendrils of her hair blowing in the wind. there was a storm coming soo, but the oceans were clear and the clouds were moving quickly. She paused to admire the veiw.

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"You can not kill a Dreamer"

"You can not trade your heart for your heart's desire"

"Gone away, gone ahead
Echos roll unanswered
Empty open dusty dead
Where have all the weyrfolk fled?"

name: Theodorian D' Estraven
age: 38
clothing: a nearly black tunic and hose with a matching belt and a dark brown and red sleeveless robe over it in intricate designs. his boots are tooled leather in the same black as his hose.
weapons: a broadsword
bio: He is the king's advisor, although secretly, he would much rather be king, and will do all within his power to make that so.

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He who fights with monsters must take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. ~ Nietzsche

name(last name, first name): Yamagawa Haku (Yamagawa-sama[people of lower rank], Hakkun[his friends and close circle], Yamagawa-san[equals not within his close circle, acquaintances])
age: 27
clothing: a silk male yukata and kimono with hakama pants and tabi boots, his clothing is primarily black save a deep blue overcoat with with a his family crest in black and red over his heart
weapons: one katana amd one wakizashi at his right side (he fights left-handed; unusual), and the family dai-katana across his back
bio: Daimyo of the mountainous Fujiyama district, Lord Yamagawa has travelled to Brittany seeking refuge from Chinese pursuers. He is accompanied by his three most loyal retainers: Fujigawa Toda, Amatenshin, and Koga Chihiro.

RETAINERS
name: Fujigawa Toda
age: 27
clothing: He dresses similarily to Yamagawa-sama, but his color is a bit brighter, being in the light blues of the sky. his over coat has a series of overlapping circles in sets of three, and subtle color changes in the overcaot offer something of a floral pattern
weapons: The same as Yamagawa-sama, except he has no daikatana, instead having a bow and arrow.
bio: Having been the loyal friend and retainer for "Hakkun"(they grew up together), he is loyal to the near point of being a zealot.

name: Amatenshin
age: 34
clothing: an extremely large formal kimono with wide robes and a long overobe. Instead of tabi boots, he wears geta sandals(the wooden ones with the two wood blocks underneath). His coloration is seafoam green with a great dragon across the robe.
weapons: He uses a large and heavy wooden mallet, similar to the ones used to make mochi(pounded rice). However, it is slightly more tapered on one end of the head, and is a bit heavier. However, his stremgth allows him to swing it like a sword.
bio: A retired Yokozuna (Sumo grand champion), he voluntarily joined up as a follower of Yamagawa-sama. His prodigously huge body and giant strength, however, house a gentle and kindly spirit, a follower of the ways of Shinto Buddhism, and a powerful mind to match his body.

name: Koga Chihiro
age: 29
clothing: A black, grey, and brown body suit of silk, tightly wound around his wrists and ankles for movement. He also wears black silken tabi.
weapons: A long ninja-to(ninja sword), many shuriken and bo-shuriken(ninja stars and ninja darts), a few flash pellets, and a set of neko-te(fake cat claws)
bio: A member of the Koga clan of Ninjutsu, he has been commanded by his lord to protect Yamagawa-sama and to follow his orders. he is extremely skilled in his arts, but knows he has far to go.

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I HAVE MASTERED THE FIVE COLORS OF MANA

ARE YOU READY FOR IT?

Condon was looking out of the window of his tower room. He could see a long way from here, and as he looked upon the sea, he saw the impending storm, floating towards the castle. It was a wondrous sight, seeing the dark clouds hovering over the rough waters. As the storm moved closer, Condon could see the trees and grasses darkening with rain and shadow. Within a few minutes, the storm would be upon them. Condon could hardly wait.

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"And the best thing in the package are the raisins!" ~Bob, the acting teacher

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"Maybe we're not seeing God because one of us is a J-o-o...?!" ~ Eric Cartman

He rode strongly on his horse, his spine rigid, hs body straight and proud. The cold wind wrapped about his yukata drawing an unwilling shiver from him. Yamagawa grimaced. This place was cold, far colder than even the aboriginal island of Hokkaido. His companions glanced worriedly at him as they continued their trek. They prayed to the thousand kami that they would soon find shelter.

One of them, a veritable colossus of a man, pointed and spoke in an tongue not heard before in this region. They all smiled and nodded when they saw what he pointed to. there, in the distance, was a large stone castle, surrounded by a rather large town.

It would seem they had found their shelter.

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I HAVE MASTERED THE FIVE COLORS OF MANA

ARE YOU READY FOR IT?