Final fantasy: In search of the Magi

Caije · Jul 31, 2006

FINAL FANTASY: In search of the Magi

1200 years ago

The sky was dark, It was full of hatred and pain. The loud thunder crashed and the lightning struck. Beasts swooped the sky. In search of power, in search of the Magi, the race which can posses magic and can see into peoples minds. The Magi fled from the sight of the beasts. A man swooped from the Heavens on his black dragon. The beast was massive, its tail swooped slashing the small village to rubble. The man was in full black armour. He leapt from the dragon as it burnt the village apart. He approached the scared villagers with his sword unleashed. He summoned a few beasts to move in on the crowd.

"Pitiful, mortals, Dizazter awaits you in Hell!" The man cackled as beasts swooped in and attacked the bundled group. Many fled but it was a useless run. The beasts pursued and easily slaughtered all the fleeing villagers.
A man rushed forward. He had a Black sword, shaped like a crescent. He held it tight and rushed forward at the man in black.
"You will befall my power" The man in black armour cackled. His sword withdrawn. He slashed trough the young warrior easily.

The man in black, full of hatred for the Magi cackled. He looked at the ruins of the village and smiled. His beasts retreated from the village satisfied from all the Magi they had ate. The man in black mounted his dragon and flew off into the distance.

<Present day>
A Man awoke. The ship he boarded was shaking violently crashing at the waves. "Another dream....." He sighed. He knew his dreams were of the destruction of the Ancient Magi. The man was a Magi. He could search into the minds of others. The ship came to a Halt. The man went on deck and looked out at the wasteland before him.

Many are in search for the ruins of the Magi, whether its for Power, wealth, Fame, or knowledge. They are brought all over the world to find its powers.
What happened to the Magi? Why where they destroyed? Who destroyed them and why?

In this adventure, we will find out everything.....

Rules of this roleplay
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No godmodding or powerplaying
No killing others.
No abusive language. "Carp and damn are ok!"
No excluding others
Be active.
Have fun.

Template:
Name:
Age: (16-60)
Gender:

Weapons: (3 max)

Class: (Any ff class)
Race: Hume, Magi descendant(only 1 more allowed must be female), elf,
Appearance:
Bio:

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Name: Caiper
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Weapons:

Aura: A sword crafted by the power of ancient age. It is easy to grip and has a powerful attacks. It can hit beasts hard with phisical attacks and slightly increases speed. It measures over a metre long and is black all over except for the handle of it which is silver.

Magi: A Slightly smaller sword crafted by the Magi. It is created by magic and also consumes fire magic. It contains the power of fire. This sword is weak to the element ice . Its handle is white.

Class: Warrior
Race: Magi Descendant.
Appearance: Caiper has blonde hair which just tips off his neck. His eyes are bright blue. His body is built up strongly of small muscles. This is covered by the brown robes he wears which covers his entire body. His sword Aura is always carried by his right hand and Magi is wielded in his left. He wears gloves which are black and boots which are grey.
Bio:
Caiper, a young explorer who wishs to find out more about his Ancestors, The magi. He searchs old tombs which are very scarce to come by. The tombs are fulled by ancient treasures. This is where Caiper got his famous weapons which are worth alot.
During his first quest Caiper made his way trough a tomb. He searched the boxs and found a diary made by a Magi man called Agustus, he was a researcher of magi and fell to a Omen called Dizazter. Caiper came to learn that the race he was hunting were extinct and he was the soul survivour of the race.
He still searchs for others like him though, Magi's can easily be identified by eachother. As people look into there eyes a conection is made. Magi can identify what people are and where there respect lies and who with.

Jing · Aug 1, 2006

Name: Lucian Polesca

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Weapons:

Gruesami - A light silver sword which glows with history dating all the way back through Lucian's family line. It orginaly was crafted by black smiths in the small country of cruesec, known for there expertise in creating weapons for strong physical attacks, also know today as the country of klunas. The inscription Loanis naroca is inscripted on the blade, an old cruesec term "Power within".

Heart Of Polesca - Crafted by the Polesca family several years ago. This short sword like weapon is most useful in defense. it has served the family well in the passed few years, saving Lucian's life on one day after he had been attacked by a pack of thugs in the city.

Class: Warrior

Race: Hume

Appearance: His slick dark green, Almost dog like, shaggy hair hair is naturaly black. Dye'd a diffrent color to hide his identity. The Polesca family crest is engraved on his right black glove, a reminder of where he comes from, even if he doesn't like it. Usualy he wears he can be found wearing his standard issue arena battle helmet, and a light suit of standard issue arena battle armor. Solid steel chest plate and grieves. The chainmail shoulders colored blue, a symbol of his team.

Bio: Now a Lonely arena contender in the coastal city of Laguan, Lucian comes from a high class family in the highly populated country of Polesca. His past is covered in memories of snotty relatives, and pityless role models. Lucian was diffrent however. He had a heart unlike the rest of his family. His mother had always been a spoiled person from her childhood, getting everything she wanted and more. she showed no compasion for anyone other then her own family, and Lucians father was no diffrent. His family and relatives were the very people Lucian wished every night to be far away from. One night his wish came true.

One summer evening on a late night walk, shaking off the thoughts his family tried to shove into his mind, Lucian stumbled upon a merchant in the plaza selling battle supplies. Lucian had never engaged in real combat before, only training at the academy.The merchant gazed deep into Lucian and smiled hoding out a card." You look like a strong warrior " The mans words drilled deep into Lucians mind " I know exactly what your looking for, you will find what you seek here. " Lucian accepted the small paper card and glanced at it only for a second, reading the shimmering words as if they were gold Luguan Nightest Field, The test of the champions. By the time Lucian looked back up, the merchant had already gone.

The card had been for the Laguan arena, a tournament was being held at the time. Champions from all over the world would be battling it out to see who was the best. In the end it lead lucian to a new, better life. People who had compassion, friends who knew the meaning of trust, and a world, where money was not the answer. Lucian won the tournament that year, under the alias of Luca Straland, Leaving his past behind forever and begining his new life. Years soon passed, tournaments, champions and spectators came, every year. It was always the same, and every morning Lucian put on his battle armor, and prepared to please the crowd which he had come to love, and which had come to love him.

Cloud · Aug 1, 2006

Name: Rafiel

Age: 28

Class: A sorceror (is this ok? I want my character be to a magic user who basically just studies the Magi a lot)

Race: Hume.

Weapons: Carries a long sword but barely uses it. He also just uses his hands to cast magic to hurt foes.

Appearance: Brown short spikey hair. His face looks a lot younger than he is due to magical tendencies keeping him fit. He is about 6 ft tall and weighs about 80 kg's. He wears a yellow jacket down to about his knee's with a brown shirt and black pants. He is a decent build and is quite strong due to physical a mental training.

Attitude: An easy guy to get along with that doesn't like fighting al though he is never afraid too. He can make a lot of jokes and be an idiot at times because of his lonley lifestyle and is hardly the quite type. He grew up in a small village and has always wondered what the outside world is like which explains his uncontrollable desire of fantasy books and dedication to magic.

It had been a long journey to the top of the mountain but it wasn't about to get him....he stood their for a few minutes trying to catch his breathe after the hours hiking. He prepared himself and sat on a high ledge and crossed his feet to start a mantra. "Hey" I yelled...."What do you think you doing here buddy?!" I asked once again. The man on the ledge opened his eyes with a look of confusion.."What" he said. "This is my place man, whad'ya doin here?" I asked again. "I've been coming here for longer than you've been alive now get down from there and find another spot ok?" I said flatly. "The man looked even more confused....I'm 35 how could some 19 year old punk have been coming here before I was born?" The man smirk as he said it knowing it had hit home. "Uhhh...well...shut up! The point is.....I really don't like you ok?" I said trying not to trip over my words anymore after being burnt by the geezer.
"Look here, im not going anywhere your gonna have to find a new spot" He said. "Uhhh...no i'm not, I really dun wanna hurt you so move ok?" I pleaded.
"Nah, I should be fine but if you want this spot so badly I will challenge you for it?" He said as his eyes glazed over..he was getting ready. "I....don't really like fighting..." I told him. "What are you some sort of puss? Come on boy don't toy with me" He taunted me standing up "Lets play". "Grrr ok but justshut up man, I hate it when strangers insult me ><".

BATTLE START:

The man launched himself into the sky and right infront of the son. Bastard! He's playing dirty! The man came down and landed right infront me even after I dodged. He anticipated my move....damn he's not gonna be easy. I rolled to the left unbuckling my sword. I wasn't going to need it this time. "Get Ready!" I yelled. I placed my hands out in front of me and chanted the first spell I ever learnt "Beserk!" I felt my muscle tightening and my strength felt like it shot through the roof. I shot forward and threw a punch with my right arm only to
see it deflected by his left. "Come on, is that spell all you got? The man jumped into the air again and raised his fingers to his lips "Shuffle!" It looke like he just exploded into a ring and landed around me....not the case...I had 20 of him surrounding me running at incredible speeds. I didn't know which one to block watching all of them jumped forward to strike me in the chest...I fell back onto the ground my eyes burning from the last spell I cast. "OK THEN! THIS TIME I"M NOT HOLDING BACK!! REFLECT!!" I cast the spell in between two of the mirages and due to them runniing so fast it ook about 3 seconds before the real one hit the spell and dropped to the ground in pain. My beserk spell hadn't worn off either 'Time for you deliverance to the after life! The beserk spell was taking over my thought I didn't wan to kill him but the urge didn't subside. I plaed my hand oto the ground crushing some small rocks "Mana Burst!" I cast the spell which would land the final hit....As I casted it the ground infront of me start to break away shooting up aura bolts cutting branches off tree's, it was just about to hit when the man managed to dodge as tit only cut his leg.

BATTLE OVER

"Ok you win boy...you've got some moves...If your lucky though I won't come back"

Caije · Aug 1, 2006

ooc: Both accepted. Cloud, (Geez I hate to say this) Could you speak in third person form and Instead of saying I, say Rafiel jumped, Rafielsaid.
Im really sorry if this Insults you in anyway, and Its perfectly ok if you be a sorcerer as long as you got your magic from ancient Magi stones, (Much like magicite from ff7.)

Cloud · Aug 1, 2006

OOC: Ya ok lol sorry bout that. You can prolly tell i'm new to RP so i'll so that from now on. I'll wait for other people to join before I post again...but I doubt anyone wil join ><

Heavenly Damnation · Aug 1, 2006

Name: Shaeria (Beautiful) Tandari (Magi)
Age: 22
Gender: Female

Weapons:

Paerolia (Destiny) -
Her most prized possession. Paerolia is a long silver-metal blade with ancient designs engraved on it and a hand fit grip, made specifically for her and in the handle are rare and precious jewels. It may seem like a normal sword at first, but the length and wideth of the sword grows during fighting to a broad sword. The sword is light to her only, if others were to weild it, they would fail. Power lurks in the blade, but only known to her alone.

Tyrael (Chosen) -
This very sword was her father's and has been sent down generation to generation, it is finally her's. It is a large broad sword that changes colors depending on the mood of the weilder or the element she is using. The blade can split into two, but like that the power within it divides into each one, it can either be a downfall or an advantage to her. Not much is known about this blade.

Class: Warrior, but to keep anyone from knowing she is a warrior, Ria acts and performs as a dancer.

Race: Magi.
Appearance:
Long white hair is covered by multi-colored scarfs or reds, oranges, and yellows with many designs. Her eyes are an amber color and almost entrancing. Around Ria's neck are gold and silver necklaces that connect to her top, which is made up of a tiny gold and silver top, covered by light see through red cloth. Other gold and silver bracelets and bands go around her arms. Her wrists are wrapped by huge gold bracelets that are attached to a long orange shall and the right wrist's bracelet covers the marking of the Magi. Ria's stomach is bare down until her waist were a multi-colored skirt of reds, oranges, and yellows with different designs begins. Wrapped around her waist is a large belt made of gold and silver that holds sheaths for her swords, for defence and protection of course...so it would seem.
Picture: Clickies

Bio: Coming.

Caije · Aug 2, 2006

Ooc: Accepted Df, I read some of your posts and you seem like a very experienced role player, so I'll let you be the Magi descendant aswell

, We'll start as soon as you get your bio up.

Darkest Hour · Aug 11, 2006

( Question; Does the story take place in the world in Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles? Everyone is using Yukes, so I assumed that it is... My template will be semi-based off of it. But I can change some things if it doesn't fit very well. )

Name : Edge "Red" Raile.

Age : 19

Gender : Male

Race : Clavat ( Human )

Class : Mercenary/Broad swordsman.

Personality : Edge is calm, and silent most of the time. However, when something needs to be said, he says it. He is kind, and always helps others when he see's an oppurtunity to do so.

Appearance : Edge is a tall, well built man. His hair is a dark, red color, and eye's a crystal blue. He often introduces himself as "Red". His built is seemingly average, but in fact, he is stronger than he looks.

Edge is clothed by a rather.. scruffy looking attire. He wears a beat up, grey headband to hold up his hair. His shirt is a crimson red, littered with straps, and a few metal plates. One of these straps, holds the armguard on Edge's left shoulder. It's silver, with 'Rellik' painted in black, just across the middle. His other arm is covered by a white wrapping, starting at his wrist, and following up to his shoulder. On his back, is his sword's sheath. It's held by a strap, leading over his shoulder, and across his other side.

He wears two brown gloves that have metal caps on the knuckles. His pants are a faint, worn-out blue, held up by two loose belts. His boots are brown, thick, and confortable.

( I didn't put much effort in this, so forgive me if it isn't very.. detailed, or doesn't flow.. at all. xD )

Weaponary Equipment :
Dragoon : A beautiful blade, crafted by Edge's father. The sword is made of mythral, and orichalcum to ensure durability. The blade itself is a light blue green, and almost see-through. However, in the midst of the blade, is a black line, following up the center, to the tip. The hilt is gold, and blan. Dragoon's handle however, is enwrapped by a red ribbon, to create a comfortable feel.

Biography : Edge has had a very.. interesting life. Just like many others, it had it's good points, and the bad. One of the bad being, his father dying just before he was born. His father was a high class knight, enslaved by the kingdom and it's king. He had been sent to war, and his death.

His blade, Dragoon, was then kept by his wife, Edge's mother. When he turned twelve years of age, she gave him the sword. Soon after, he began to train, and recieve lessons from his uncle, who was also a knight.

Time elapsed.

Edge was now sixteen, and very skilled in swordsmanship. A key skill, in the world. Anyone who could weild a blade found a job, or place in the knights of the kingdom. However.. Edge did not search for an employer. He became his own, and labled himself as a Mercenary for hire.

Over the years, he has killed countless for money, and traveled across the world due to mere curiosity. In all of this, he continues to search for his true purpose, and place in this world.

( I don't really have a story to tell. So.. eh. If you want me to add more, I can. I'll just make up some crap. xD )

Theme Song : "Rain" by Trivium.