Lucan risek
Among the windswept lands of Grand Shole, the swaying trees and he aboundant animals that roam free, a war is brewing. Not just any war, this is no ordinary war. This war is against the rebellion forces of grand Shole who would sweep the country killing all in their path. Man, child, soldier, and women alike. None would be spared unless ordered diffrently. At first glance, the country of Grand Shole(Gohiandan province number twelve) is a land unlike any other. the people are nice, merchants friendly, all lead by a leader who knows nothing more than peace. but looking past all the nice people, all the hopes and dreams of their children, and all the defences of their cities, you see the true, dark elements of Grand Shole. You see every dark Being in every dark alley, and every evil future around every corner. The wild criminals who roam freely in the many tunnels under and outside of the city walls of every city. And at the top, a Man so evil, the dark arura rolling off of his body is said to be enough to kill a man. As was spoken before, Grand Shole is a country unlike any other, in many diffrent ways. So many make it there primary goal to lift up the fabulous streets and gazza's of this great country, but so many have died in defence of their way of life here as well. Anyone cuaght speaking of such evil things, is executed imeadietly. Suddenly Grand Shole is the country they have worked so long to avoid.
But to the peasants of Grand Shole, the people who have spent their entire lives working to better the ways of living so that their children might have a better life then they did, know nothing of this evil. The darkness that surounds their lives is invisible to them. Some would call it impossible to miss, but these people, have learned to ignore it and have worked around it. To them it is just a story to travelers in hopes that they might not stay for long. Outsiders in any country are not welcome, but outsiders in Grand Shole are among the many things that keep the sun rising and setting for the world. It is from this country that the rest of the world has flourished, There is no other place like it in all the worlds. The peasants keep to themselves most of the time, dismissing the evil stories as an old wives tale, knowing one day they might not be able to so easily dimiss as a tale. To them, they wish only to see their young ones grow.
One warm july summer night, when all was quiet, and everything was still, The fairy tale became real, And the many Glass Hopes of the Citizens, Shattered into tiny pieces of pain and misfortune. Nothing would be the same after that night, and they all knew that.
The lukewarm winds from the horizon were blowing in gently, While the sunset alone in the east, bringing rays of orange, giving the city of Baolista it's Glow which it was known for. It was shortley after 1 am, and the peasants of the city were heading home from a romantic evening in the castle courtyard. none of them would make it home. The gates covering the entrance of the city tunnels, outside of the city, Flew open and thousands of bandits came pouring out. In seconds they invaded the city and sparked the battle. No one had even saw it coming. The brave soldiers of the Baolista Barracks Grabbed their weapons and quickly began to take back their city. They had been known for years for their bravery and courage in the face of danger. But on that day, they fought harder than they ever had before. After all the blood and death was over, the bandits closed the city gates. They had defeated one of the most upstanding armies in all of Grand Shole, and were now defiling their resting place. The city of Baolista had become a fortress for the enemies of the Grand Shole government. From that day forward, Bandits and thieves from all around gathered there. That was a week ago. Ever since that day, the armies and citizens of Grand Shole have been gathering in the capital city of Holine. The gates of the city still remain open for any stragglers of the groups from the other cities, and for one city which was yet to arrive. The fate of the Grand Shole will be decided in the weeks and months to come, For now all the peasants of Grand Shole can do, is pray that their last Glass hope will not be broken, And their lives will be spared.
Rules:
No PPing, God Moding, Ect..
Romance is allowed, but you know the limit.
Language, once again, you know the limit.
No ghosting
Template:
Name:
Age:
Gender
Appearance:
Side: (Light and Dark)
Personality:
Bio: ( optional, but stressed)
Mine:
Name: Verion Huglao
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: his deep grey eyes are what stand out most about him, and what make him seem lonely the most. soft skin counter acts the black rough leather under armor which serves as the Grand Shole Military issue lounging clothing he was given when he first enlisted. A patch which signifies his upstanding position as a military officer of higher rank, rest on his left shoulder, and another patch signifying bravery in the face of death covers the right upper part of his shirt. a scar breaks the normality in his skin on his upper left arm just past the elbow. It is a battle scar from a past battle in which he lost many friends and a family member alike. To many, his face resemmbles the emperors, but to the soldiers serving under him, he looks just like the verion they know and love.
Side: Light
Personality: A war hardened battle vetran, comes off as somewhat of a Loner. But deep in heart he just a bit shy in meeting new people. he has lot so many people in his life already, he just doesnt want to lose anymore. he has many friends, including Emperor Lantesc, The current emperor. He tends to shun those who show off what they know and think they are better than everyone else, But on the battle field, he is a reliable alley who will watch your back no matter what. He keeps his friends close, and despite his trouble at meeting new people, is always ready for an encounter with someone he has not yet met.
Bio: Growing up in a small village north of Holine, Verion had been raised to be a warrior. His father enrolling him in a military academy shortly after his 5th birthday , meant that his destiny was already decided. Verion spent most of his life at the Holine School of combat arts and war, and he hated it. Hated his father, hated the whole idea of being raies to kill. Every day it was the same thing. Combat training, then a short break, and then more combat training. By the end Verion was ready to kill anyone who came at him, in 10 diffrent ways. So with his whits hardened and his nerves almost gone, he entered the grand holine army at the age of 16. Sympathy from his father was not expected, nor was it recieved.
The many years following consisted of war after war, his father always treating him more harshly then the other soldiers, and always making sure he was prepared to die no matter what. It was like military school again. The constant smell of blood and death stained his body. everyday was the same, go out, defend your country, then come back and have a good time with your friends who survived. That was the way of a soldier. But death also played a major role in the life of a soldier, Friends died everyday and new ones had to be made. This made life very hard for the men. Not just Verion. The constant feeling of never seeing your friends again was terrible. The constant watch of his old man didnt make these thing easier, and in time Verion was at his breaking point.
The final war before the long peace in Grand Shole put Verion at the end of his nerves. The battle was harsh, last a total of 15 days. It was hard to go to sleep in a hole and wake up, not knowing if you were alive or not. It was in this battle that Verion watched his father die, and all his hatred as well. An enemy came out of nowhere almost, cutting the straps of Verions guantlet and knocking it off, leaving a long scar on his left arm. Verions father jumped up single handedly and stabbed the man, being attacked by 10 other men afterwards and demanding a retreat of his army while he continued to swing at the enemy, being cut in everyway possible and yelling his order to retreat. The rest of the battle to Verion was a blur. He only remeber the small talk afterwards about his promotion to commander. From that point forward, his life changed, now he lived only for the protection of others, his only purpose in life to save everyone he could, A lesson well tuaght to him by his father.
Among the windswept lands of Grand Shole, the swaying trees and he aboundant animals that roam free, a war is brewing. Not just any war, this is no ordinary war. This war is against the rebellion forces of grand Shole who would sweep the country killing all in their path. Man, child, soldier, and women alike. None would be spared unless ordered diffrently. At first glance, the country of Grand Shole(Gohiandan province number twelve) is a land unlike any other. the people are nice, merchants friendly, all lead by a leader who knows nothing more than peace. but looking past all the nice people, all the hopes and dreams of their children, and all the defences of their cities, you see the true, dark elements of Grand Shole. You see every dark Being in every dark alley, and every evil future around every corner. The wild criminals who roam freely in the many tunnels under and outside of the city walls of every city. And at the top, a Man so evil, the dark arura rolling off of his body is said to be enough to kill a man. As was spoken before, Grand Shole is a country unlike any other, in many diffrent ways. So many make it there primary goal to lift up the fabulous streets and gazza's of this great country, but so many have died in defence of their way of life here as well. Anyone cuaght speaking of such evil things, is executed imeadietly. Suddenly Grand Shole is the country they have worked so long to avoid.
But to the peasants of Grand Shole, the people who have spent their entire lives working to better the ways of living so that their children might have a better life then they did, know nothing of this evil. The darkness that surounds their lives is invisible to them. Some would call it impossible to miss, but these people, have learned to ignore it and have worked around it. To them it is just a story to travelers in hopes that they might not stay for long. Outsiders in any country are not welcome, but outsiders in Grand Shole are among the many things that keep the sun rising and setting for the world. It is from this country that the rest of the world has flourished, There is no other place like it in all the worlds. The peasants keep to themselves most of the time, dismissing the evil stories as an old wives tale, knowing one day they might not be able to so easily dimiss as a tale. To them, they wish only to see their young ones grow.
One warm july summer night, when all was quiet, and everything was still, The fairy tale became real, And the many Glass Hopes of the Citizens, Shattered into tiny pieces of pain and misfortune. Nothing would be the same after that night, and they all knew that.
The lukewarm winds from the horizon were blowing in gently, While the sunset alone in the east, bringing rays of orange, giving the city of Baolista it's Glow which it was known for. It was shortley after 1 am, and the peasants of the city were heading home from a romantic evening in the castle courtyard. none of them would make it home. The gates covering the entrance of the city tunnels, outside of the city, Flew open and thousands of bandits came pouring out. In seconds they invaded the city and sparked the battle. No one had even saw it coming. The brave soldiers of the Baolista Barracks Grabbed their weapons and quickly began to take back their city. They had been known for years for their bravery and courage in the face of danger. But on that day, they fought harder than they ever had before. After all the blood and death was over, the bandits closed the city gates. They had defeated one of the most upstanding armies in all of Grand Shole, and were now defiling their resting place. The city of Baolista had become a fortress for the enemies of the Grand Shole government. From that day forward, Bandits and thieves from all around gathered there. That was a week ago. Ever since that day, the armies and citizens of Grand Shole have been gathering in the capital city of Holine. The gates of the city still remain open for any stragglers of the groups from the other cities, and for one city which was yet to arrive. The fate of the Grand Shole will be decided in the weeks and months to come, For now all the peasants of Grand Shole can do, is pray that their last Glass hope will not be broken, And their lives will be spared.
Rules:
No PPing, God Moding, Ect..
Romance is allowed, but you know the limit.
Language, once again, you know the limit.
No ghosting
Template:
Name:
Age:
Gender
Appearance:
Side: (Light and Dark)
Personality:
Bio: ( optional, but stressed)
Mine:
Name: Verion Huglao
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: his deep grey eyes are what stand out most about him, and what make him seem lonely the most. soft skin counter acts the black rough leather under armor which serves as the Grand Shole Military issue lounging clothing he was given when he first enlisted. A patch which signifies his upstanding position as a military officer of higher rank, rest on his left shoulder, and another patch signifying bravery in the face of death covers the right upper part of his shirt. a scar breaks the normality in his skin on his upper left arm just past the elbow. It is a battle scar from a past battle in which he lost many friends and a family member alike. To many, his face resemmbles the emperors, but to the soldiers serving under him, he looks just like the verion they know and love.
Side: Light
Personality: A war hardened battle vetran, comes off as somewhat of a Loner. But deep in heart he just a bit shy in meeting new people. he has lot so many people in his life already, he just doesnt want to lose anymore. he has many friends, including Emperor Lantesc, The current emperor. He tends to shun those who show off what they know and think they are better than everyone else, But on the battle field, he is a reliable alley who will watch your back no matter what. He keeps his friends close, and despite his trouble at meeting new people, is always ready for an encounter with someone he has not yet met.
Bio: Growing up in a small village north of Holine, Verion had been raised to be a warrior. His father enrolling him in a military academy shortly after his 5th birthday , meant that his destiny was already decided. Verion spent most of his life at the Holine School of combat arts and war, and he hated it. Hated his father, hated the whole idea of being raies to kill. Every day it was the same thing. Combat training, then a short break, and then more combat training. By the end Verion was ready to kill anyone who came at him, in 10 diffrent ways. So with his whits hardened and his nerves almost gone, he entered the grand holine army at the age of 16. Sympathy from his father was not expected, nor was it recieved.
The many years following consisted of war after war, his father always treating him more harshly then the other soldiers, and always making sure he was prepared to die no matter what. It was like military school again. The constant smell of blood and death stained his body. everyday was the same, go out, defend your country, then come back and have a good time with your friends who survived. That was the way of a soldier. But death also played a major role in the life of a soldier, Friends died everyday and new ones had to be made. This made life very hard for the men. Not just Verion. The constant feeling of never seeing your friends again was terrible. The constant watch of his old man didnt make these thing easier, and in time Verion was at his breaking point.
The final war before the long peace in Grand Shole put Verion at the end of his nerves. The battle was harsh, last a total of 15 days. It was hard to go to sleep in a hole and wake up, not knowing if you were alive or not. It was in this battle that Verion watched his father die, and all his hatred as well. An enemy came out of nowhere almost, cutting the straps of Verions guantlet and knocking it off, leaving a long scar on his left arm. Verions father jumped up single handedly and stabbed the man, being attacked by 10 other men afterwards and demanding a retreat of his army while he continued to swing at the enemy, being cut in everyway possible and yelling his order to retreat. The rest of the battle to Verion was a blur. He only remeber the small talk afterwards about his promotion to commander. From that point forward, his life changed, now he lived only for the protection of others, his only purpose in life to save everyone he could, A lesson well tuaght to him by his father.
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