Hey I am a fan of role plays. So I felt we should attempt one here on jsp. I hope this is the best appropriate place for this.
Here is the basic rules.
*Please don't spam
*No Godly Characters
*Limit special abilities to 3 powers, and also introduce your char stats before you comment on the story line. Your replys dont have to completly tie in with whats currently happening in the rp. However do try to make it relevant. P.S. Try not to take other peoples char names.
Char Name: Sora Age: 19 Sex: male Powers: 1000 years of knowledge, Mystic blade of Hakool, Enhanced Physical ability.
HAIR COLOR: Red,EYE COLOR:Green,Height: 5'9,Weight:145
Origin:
"The day I discovered my powers seemed like a normal average day..."
Slowly the sun rose in the horizon the sky slowly growing red, then a lighter orange, eventually turning yellow. Rising gently warming the mountain tops; Peeking over them shinning upon the industrial farms where many rice, and corn fields lay among other produce. The sunlight reaching past the train station to the west. Following the main road into town; A small town by the name of Retribution stands here. Placed remotely on a desolate and rampaged continent. Known as the Badlands. This place somehow manages to escape the blight of its surrounding environment. A natural barrier protecting this place from the menacing darkness beyond the mountains.
The town of retribution is surprisingly well developed. Technology adopted from the people who once lived here in the past. Many of the people who lived in retribution cannot recall what happened to the people of old. As if a wave of amnesia struck after whatever grave cataclysm had struck the continent hundreds of years before. A Bell rings in the distance signaling the end of school. Retribution High had released its students for the day. Students burst out of the doors chattering all wearing matching uniforms black and white mostly with the schools emblem neatly embroidered on their overcoats the guys in pants and the girls in skirts slightly too short for school. A young man with red hair stood out from the rest where everyone else seemed to be the same this one person seemed to be unique. Standing 5'9 feet tall with green eyes and a bored yet composed expression. And a aura of experience and strength emanating from him.
Sora entered his grandfathers dojo unaware of the trouble ahead.
Routinely he removed his school clothes and adorn his kendo robes and his kendo sword. He walked into the dojo's practice hall. Today was different his grandfather stood in the center holding A old relic covered in rich silky cloth.
Sora:"hey grandfather aren't we going to continue our usual exercises today?"
Grandfather:"No my son today your fate is reveled to you. I was afraid this day would come but I did not expect it to happen so soon."
Slowly the ancient old man slid the weapon from its silk sheath exposing a beautiful black blade with a edge so sharp it was hair thin..
Quickly he took the blade and thrust it towards Sora. Instinctively Sora took his kendo stick and attempted to parry the attack. A futile attempt the blade easily cut it in half and plunged into his waste running him through.
Sora drops to his knees as his blood spurts out. The blade still lodged deep inside him. The floor stains with his blood crimson hue'd. Cough .... why? ... Grand..father....
The old man looks into Sora's eyes still holding the hilt of the sword firmly.
This is the blade of Hakool passed down from generation to generation.
I am the last of the ancient the last of a dead society. My name is Darious Valeria;
I am not your grandfather. This blade is not what it seems... If you are pure of heart and have a strong spirit. Your life will be spared and with it you will be granted thousands of years of knowledge. You will be a master of everything from mathematics to languages. To ancient words of power and every fighting technique ever mastered by its past owners. Things no normal being can learn in one lifetime. If you are tainted you will die...
Darious's expression changed to fear as suddenly space and time seemed to froze. It has arrived Sora your time has come will you die or will you survive?
Suddenly behind Sora a translucent bubble appeared growing in size. Eventually bursting open reveling oblivion. What seemed like a chaotic hole of darkness began sucking in everything in the room even light could not escape it.
Darious released the hilt of Hakool leaving it inside of Sora. On the other side of that gateway is a realm that should not exist. A troubled dimension that needs your help. If you survive it is your destiny to save that world. Do not fail like I have this world. Hundreds of years ago I could not stop the evil from spreading. This town protected by my aura will soon die with me. This is a dieing world... May you find your future their Sora? Or will you not change and die along with the rest of us?
The hole grew larger as Sora's ability to maintain his distance began to be impossible. As it slowly drew him closer he fell to the floor his blood streaking.
The hole grew in size once more strong enough to pull the weakened Sora inside of it. Before it consumed him Sora attempted to scream but it was silenced his voice was also swallowed by the dark oblivion. The man he once loved as a grandfather faded away as if the world was swallowed by the darkness..
"What a strange day.... Was it all a dream?"
Sora opened his eyes looking onto the thunderous horizon. A storm was coming. It had been 6 months since he fell from the sky. Somehow he managed to survive in this desert all this time unable to travel far during the day he had to travel at night. He wished it was all a dream but it was all too real. He could not deny his fate. What purpose does he have on this dark and strange world? [end of Origin]
A year had passed and Sora had grown accustomed to the strange constantly altering environment. The dreams had intensified... Memories of a man who was also a woman with strange powers seemed to come about often. Who was this person, and what did it mean?
Hakool was indeed no ordinary blade. It was a living entity entirely of its own.
In his dreams Hakool would often appear as a cloaked man. Together they would duel and practice in their own private arena; Kept inside of his own mind. Often when he slept he would train and learn new ability's.
Sora was camped on a cliff facing the west above a forest which lied below. The other night he had seen a strange occurrence of flashing light and swirling vortex's similar to the one that changed his life. Ever since he heard weird sounds of fighting in the woods. It was pretty obvious these beings were hostile. So he kept his distance trying to survey their progress hoping that with time they would appear to be friendly. It was the second nightfall and the group had seemed to settle down and make camp.
Out of no where fighting occurred again. Provoking Sora's curiosity. Could this be his time when he was needed. Just as his grandfather Darious mentioned.. A large shadow appeared in the woods. A massive specter was attacking the camp. Sora was afraid of being alone anymore in this hell. He decided to take a chance and try to help the people.... I threw snow onto my fire and jumped onto the mountain side. My feet grinding into the permafrost skidding down the slippery dunes of ice.
I was afraid I would not make it in time to help them. I had faced such shadows before and each time they were different. These creatures were not something to F*** with as they were unpredictable. After a few moments i had reached the base of the mountain and with great speed I ran. My waste started to cramp as a stich in my side grew worse. I must had run 10 miles, and my body was warning me. The permanent wound from hakool was bleeding somewhat profusely. I had to stop momentarily to tighten my bandages. Then I sprinted off again running as fast as i could. The fight must had been going on for 30 minutes now and I was nearing the battle.