Post by Mage on Mar 10, 2009 0:53:59 GMT -5
Welcome to the Island
Lost on a Paradise Isle
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Pina ColadaLost on a Paradise Isle
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Who is the person behind the veil
Nickname:Mage
How can you be reached:AIM,MSN,Email.
Age:17
RP Experience:
Uhm..6 Years or so :]Nickname:Mage
How can you be reached:AIM,MSN,Email.
Age:17
RP Experience:
Digging in the Sand
Character's name:Mage
What anime are you from: Made Up.
Age:19
Sex:Male
History: Mage is of royal blood, he is the son of the greatest Sorceress to ever live, and also the Once great king of a kingdom far away. Mage escaped from his kingdom after watching the death of his mother. Mage went after her book of spells in hope to stop his father. But one problem, a spellbinding lock lay upon the book. His father caught on to his scheme and tried to kill his own son. He escaped his fathers wrath with a scar over his left eye with the book in hand. Being that his father possessed the same blood as him, he was able to set upon him a curse. A curse that will corrupt Mage to take out his cruel intentions, but the pure heart of his mother, and a bit of her magic within him, he's able to fight the cruel intentions off. But when he releases this energy it creates great energy, but hurts his body at the same time. Eventually if he doesn't find a way to open the book, the curse will spread and soon consume will. The book possesses powerful spells and cures. But also deadly curses.. and also the way to cleanse his fathers once pure soul...
Personality:Calm nature, but easily provoked. Feels the emotions of those around him, tends to take on the mood of the situation. When his anger peaks he takes on a corrupted destructive nature barely hanging onto him true self in a process, each outbreak seems to take a toll on his body heavily. Leaving scars on his torso.
Weapons/Powers: The Wandblade - A blade forged from magical silver and a purple magic enhancing stone that feeds off Mage's mood and energy balancing his energy and mind allowing him to control basic chaos spells. It also balances his physical abilities . Being that it feeds from his mood, if Mage is corrupted the blade takes on his characteristics. Making him a heavy damage dealing enemy, but bad on defense.
Likes:Girls, Sour Candy (lol.) Magic ,Weapons
Dislikes:Anyone who opposes him. Questionable people.
How did you find this forum: A little "canary" ;p
Sample RP:Mage ran down a long hallway, the walls decorated with purple velvet designs, He then stopped looking ahead of him with fear in his eyes as they shined purple for a split second. He detected an energy that was twice or even three times his own. He tried to run in the other direction but to his surprise the air around him began to become dense, his movements sluggish. His eyes widened he reached for his throat, a dark presence seemed to be absorbing his energy from his body at alarming rate. His heart dropped as chains began to arise from the ground wrap around his legs, he reached for the chains, but the grip around his throat began getting tighter. It's icy clutch sent a chill down his spine, he looked up as he saw a shadow before him. He coughed, "Who who's there!?.. Your going to pay for this!!" His eyes began to glow purple .
The voice responded to him with a calm demeanor,"You don't recognize your own... FATHER!" the once monotone voice became a thunderous roar in Mage's ear.
Mage then showing an amazing amount of energy broke the chains from around his feet as a purple aura surrounded him. He held his hand out as his wandblade materialized in his hand,instantly it synced his emotions. Mage was feeling a deep hatred his his heart every second his tension rising higher and higher. The blade began to turn black but on it still shone brilliant sparkles on purple, it looked as if the very cosmos themselves had entered his blade. Mage leaped forward as he neared the shadow, the aura around his body growing with each second as his body anticipated the first strike, he gripped his blade tight and began to swing.
"YOU WILLL PAYYYYY!!!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs voice echoing he swung his blade with all his might at the shadow the impact made a shining light that seemed to eat anything in its wake. Mage seemed to fade into the light.
He then seemed to be floating everything around him dark. He went to open his eyes as he lay staring at a ceiling.
"d**nit I hate that dream!" he looked down at his hand..it was on his chest, above his heart.
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Character's name:Mage
What anime are you from: Made Up.
Age:19
Sex:Male
History: Mage is of royal blood, he is the son of the greatest Sorceress to ever live, and also the Once great king of a kingdom far away. Mage escaped from his kingdom after watching the death of his mother. Mage went after her book of spells in hope to stop his father. But one problem, a spellbinding lock lay upon the book. His father caught on to his scheme and tried to kill his own son. He escaped his fathers wrath with a scar over his left eye with the book in hand. Being that his father possessed the same blood as him, he was able to set upon him a curse. A curse that will corrupt Mage to take out his cruel intentions, but the pure heart of his mother, and a bit of her magic within him, he's able to fight the cruel intentions off. But when he releases this energy it creates great energy, but hurts his body at the same time. Eventually if he doesn't find a way to open the book, the curse will spread and soon consume will. The book possesses powerful spells and cures. But also deadly curses.. and also the way to cleanse his fathers once pure soul...
Personality:Calm nature, but easily provoked. Feels the emotions of those around him, tends to take on the mood of the situation. When his anger peaks he takes on a corrupted destructive nature barely hanging onto him true self in a process, each outbreak seems to take a toll on his body heavily. Leaving scars on his torso.
Weapons/Powers: The Wandblade - A blade forged from magical silver and a purple magic enhancing stone that feeds off Mage's mood and energy balancing his energy and mind allowing him to control basic chaos spells. It also balances his physical abilities . Being that it feeds from his mood, if Mage is corrupted the blade takes on his characteristics. Making him a heavy damage dealing enemy, but bad on defense.
Likes:Girls, Sour Candy (lol.) Magic ,Weapons
Dislikes:Anyone who opposes him. Questionable people.
How did you find this forum: A little "canary" ;p
Sample RP:Mage ran down a long hallway, the walls decorated with purple velvet designs, He then stopped looking ahead of him with fear in his eyes as they shined purple for a split second. He detected an energy that was twice or even three times his own. He tried to run in the other direction but to his surprise the air around him began to become dense, his movements sluggish. His eyes widened he reached for his throat, a dark presence seemed to be absorbing his energy from his body at alarming rate. His heart dropped as chains began to arise from the ground wrap around his legs, he reached for the chains, but the grip around his throat began getting tighter. It's icy clutch sent a chill down his spine, he looked up as he saw a shadow before him. He coughed, "Who who's there!?.. Your going to pay for this!!" His eyes began to glow purple .
The voice responded to him with a calm demeanor,"You don't recognize your own... FATHER!" the once monotone voice became a thunderous roar in Mage's ear.
Mage then showing an amazing amount of energy broke the chains from around his feet as a purple aura surrounded him. He held his hand out as his wandblade materialized in his hand,instantly it synced his emotions. Mage was feeling a deep hatred his his heart every second his tension rising higher and higher. The blade began to turn black but on it still shone brilliant sparkles on purple, it looked as if the very cosmos themselves had entered his blade. Mage leaped forward as he neared the shadow, the aura around his body growing with each second as his body anticipated the first strike, he gripped his blade tight and began to swing.
"YOU WILLL PAYYYYY!!!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs voice echoing he swung his blade with all his might at the shadow the impact made a shining light that seemed to eat anything in its wake. Mage seemed to fade into the light.
He then seemed to be floating everything around him dark. He went to open his eyes as he lay staring at a ceiling.
"d**nit I hate that dream!" he looked down at his hand..it was on his chest, above his heart.
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