[OOC]Cursed Books [Discuss stuff here.]

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This is the OOC topic. It is here that the story thus far is summarized, character profiles are posted, and discussion of the RP can be done.

This post will mostly cover templates, as well as restating the rules.

Character Template
It's mostly like the one for SP, minus a few things.

Character Name: What do they call you?
Age: How many candles were on your birthday cake?
Gender: I'm too drunk to be able to tell what you are.
Appearance: Just give some idea, at least.
Personality: Optional. A paragraph would be nice.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Do not include your book into this.
Brief History: Optional. A paragraph would be nice.
Book: You may choose to have a book or to not have one. Remember though, it is possible to gain one through the course of the story if you change your mind. You may also begin with two books. Any more will have to be gained in the RP. (Though I strongly suggest against it!)
Length Completed: Anything from Just Starting to Halfway is permitted. If you decide to start with two books, the most length you will have completed on them will be 1/5th to 2/5ths. Having multiple books means your written length in them will be drastically reduced.

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[B]Character Name:[/B]
[B]Age:[/B]
[B]Gender:[/B]
[B]Appearance:[/B]
[B]Personality:[/B]
[B]Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc):[/B]
[B]Brief History[/B]:
[B]Book:[/B]
[B]Length Completed:[/B]

Book Requests
Here is the template to request books. It's just like the format in the IC topic, so look at the book listings there for an idea of how to construct it.

• X. Book of ____

Curse: This states the curse the user sustains upon obtaining the book.
Power: This is the ability gained in return.
Book length: How long the book is. This can vary depending on what kind of abilities the Book gives. 'Short' books will take a maximum of maybe two years to fill, while 'Very Long' Books can take a minimum of Ten years, maybe even more.

Curse Strength: This concerns how strong the curse is, as well as the power, depending on the length of the text in the book. Either the Curse and Power grows, The Curse is fully applied and the power grows, or the Power is fully applied but the Curse grows. In rare cases, Both Curse and Power are fully applied. Look at the IC topic Book Listings to get a general idea on how to construct this section.

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[B]Power:[/B]
[B]Book length:[/B]

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Here are the rules and guidelines again.

How is one cursed?
Upon opening the book, the book will ingrain the following words into their spirit:
Thou who open the book of plagues, the harbinger of eternity, will thou accept thy burden and wield power unimaginable?
The individual can answer in any way they can, and the book will bind them to it. There are no 'accidental answers,' the book will detect if they are completely sure or unsure of their decision. However, forced answers can be quite common...

How is the writing Process?
The Books do not record every little action a person does. They record only important events that can shape a person's life in some way, or instances that they will probably remember forever after, regardless if their actual memory can't seem to recall it later. This is why it takes so long for books to be filled.


Book Rules

-- More than one person can have the same book. A maximum of 5 people can have the same book.

-- It is possible to be cursed with more than one book. However, you cannot be cursed by a book that already has cursed someone for the time being.
---- If cursed with more than one book, the rate at which the books are filled are much slower. It would be much faster to actually do one book at a time, Even if both are at 'Very Long' lengths.

-- If you have an idea for a Book other than what I have listed, please add it as a request in the OOC topic. I will consider adding it. Any book you create will not be solely limited to you; anyone may pick one up and be cursed by one.

-- Your character can start at varying lengths if they have had a book before the start of the RP, but none of them may start at lengths beyond half. NPCs will probably be at the Complete Status or near complete for the rest of the lengths to be displayed within the story.

-- If you want to make changes to a current book, feel free to propose them in the OOC topic.


RP Topic Rules

-- Obviously, no God modding, spamming, etc. This is a given, and hopefully is drilled into everyone's heads by now.

-- Please do not suddenly kill another character unless you are given permission. This isn't SP, you can't force someone to die by unloading your love, hate, and all of your sorrow onto something.

-- Feel free to double, triple, even quadruple post. If it goes beyond that though, you should probably bug someone to posting next.

-- Don't overpower your curses. You are cursed for a reason, and being able to overcome them is not possible at all. You may feel free to "overpower" your curse at early levels (Like at one fifth lengths, perhaps.), but anymore than that is a no-no. Curses that are fully applied may not be overpowered at all whatsoever.

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The current setting is...

The age is somewhat like the renaissance, with the age of firearms just beginning to arrive to the world. Supernatural things are uncommon and for the most part, unseen. However, parts of the world are aware of the existence of Cursed Books, and they greatly fear them if knowledge of them is gained. If someone encounters an individual with a Cursed Book, and they know of their existence, one can expect the Cursed individual to be shunned, treated as a witch of sorts, and the like.
The firearms in this world are set ahead a few decades from what they were during our renaissance (I doubt they even had them, and if they did, they were very early designs.). Rather than operating on Gunpowder, they are powered by Magnets (Look up Gauss Rifles/Gaussian gun. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7CyPtF0ChA ). In fact, a rather large amount of technology is powered by magnets in this world. With this, the world is brimming with new discoveries and inventions on these magnetic wonders, so things like weapons, transportation, and the like will often change through the course of the RP.
Yes, we still have swords, Spears, Hammers, and the like. Feel free to make them better with magnets, somehow.

The world is named Urr. It is split between three Primary Nations. One is Renatus, a diplomatic government run country. Political evil takes place often here, but it is a place that provides for it's citizens. That is, as long as they can generate the funds to do so...
Another nation is Terram. This government is much like a socialistic society, where rather than depending on wealth, it depends on the workforce and it's population, and what said population produces.
Lastly, is Falz. Falz is pretty much a lawless state, where it's rule is only defined by the citizens living in the current area. And who can blame them? Most of the "nation's" territory is wasteland, remnants from massive wars that happened between nations that existed previous to the current nations. It is said that this war was fought with supernatural powers, and cursed people...

Story?

The world around you is degrading. Societies that have shown to never break under pressure are now showing signs of weakness. With the age of the magnet charging in more quickly than anyone ever saw coming, the changes that happen at breakneck speeds in the current world are destabilizing institutions that were once thought to continue on forever. And then change happens...

War happens. The nations of Renatus and Terram, armed with political and Magnetic might, now throw themselves at one another for dominance, for utter control over what happens to the world's future. They are both scared that the oncoming changes that will befall the world will leave them behind in the dust, forever forgotten.
And while this happens... the books, the Cursed Books, arise once more. They have appeared multiple times in history, but largely ignored until one fateful day, ninety years ago, Falz started the Cursed Wars. The nation had gotten it's hands on multiple Books that seemed to give it's users amazing abilities, but at the cost of a curse. Who created the books? Why? No one knows. The many nations that existed before Terram and Renatus responded with an overpowering force, afraid that Falz will overtake everything they worked so hard to steal from the planet itself. They succeeded, and Falz was left as a dead, hopeless wasteland.
But the other nations took their toll, and combined to the two superpower nations mentioned above, Renatus and Terram.

Now, the books are coming back, many people are finding them seemingly out of nowhere, and with the world consumed with oncoming war and conflict, with the knowledge of the Cursed Wars still in the minds of many elders, passing down the knowledge of their atrocities to their children... will you be able to survive?


Falz http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/018/7/4/desert_wasteland_by_catchawavegraphix-d37h1zw.jpg
Once a great and powerful nation, now laid to ruin from the Cursed Wars. Few know why the nation started the war, but everyone that still lives in it's vast wastelands knows who ended it. The people here make no preference of cursed individuals of whether they're damned to eternal suffering or a plague, because most of the people in Falz has either seen too many of them to care or have stopped trying to preach to them, in worry that their vocal chords would go out before they were actually lifted of the curses. Still, there is a stigma towards them, and whenever it is possible to exploit them, it can and would be done.
That is, they would if they had a full stomach first...
With the renaissance of the magnet, the only thing that has changed is transportation options and new ways of how to kill people. The life in Falz has largely been unchanged.
Falz is set near the south end of the planet Urr, but more towards the Equator. The weather usually variants between rain, cloudy weather, or sunshine. Though, the dust storms are a common threat as welll...

Terram
More interested in keeping it's populace working for hours on end, Terram likes to think that it's a booming nation gushing with personality, and allows it's citizens to do whatever they please (If what they please is to work endlessly for the health of the nation, then yes, it IS what they want!). The best way to describe Terram is a nation of slaves, forever indebted to the nation they live under for providing them with shelter and what little scraps of food they manage to pry out of the distributors cold, cold fingers. With the renaissance of the magnet, the work is starting to get easier for their slaves. Easy enough that the millions of slaves that live in Terram are starting to be able to think of other things other than work. Like how to operate a gauss rifle.
Terram is set in the north, where the soil is as fertile as their winter is freezing. Blizzards are a common thing during the fall and winter, actually.

Renatus
A booming, capitalist society, run by a government that wants to control everything and look after only themselves. And they will do anything in their power to do so, even if it means to hide information from their own population to make their stupidity grow enough to overlook their maddening, horrible actions. And with the renaissance of the magnet, that is getting harder and harder to do...
Renatus is set in the northwest, between the far north and equator.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE RP SO FAR?

The RP starts with a train robbery, where Lenega meets what looks like a prisoner, cursed with the Book of Red Sun. The man gives Lenega ominous predictions about his future. What lies in the future of the new wielder of the Book of Cosmos?

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Character Profiles

Played by Aether Star/Zai
Character Name: Lenega Zir
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/035/a/8/magi___flames_by_nuriko_kun-d4olj38.jpg
Personality: Lenega is not very sunny; living in the wastelands on a settlement for most of your life will do that to you. In fact, he's rather blunt, and would give the honest truth just to not be bothered by whatever he may be bothered with if he didn't say it. "The less worries you have, the better. That's what my grandma always taught me."
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): A Dagger, a Gauss Pistol.
Brief History: Lenega was born in Falz, and he was certain he would die in Falz. For most of his life, he was under care of his grandmother, living out in one of the many settlements that exist in the once-great-nation Falz. Shortages of food was commonplace, dust storms plagued the wasteland, and raiders bothered the settlements constantly. But what kept him going was his grandmother's stories of the Cursed War, from what she had learned from it as a child. The event seemed so surreal! People gaining books, and using god-like powers? It was a wonder how Falz ever lost that war, reducing what used to be a nation to a giant, flat, wasteland.
Little did the child know, though, was that in some years time, he would experience something very similar to the events that happened 90 years ago. Starting with a curse.
Book: Book of Cosmos
Length Completed: Will first start upon joining the RP, or at least be 1/4 in.

Played by Jack/Orph
Character Name: Rorin Raev'eri
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Male
Appearance:
http://i-d.animepaper.net/thumbnails/preview/25431/1/%5Banimepaper.net%5Dpicture-standard-video-games-war-of-genesis-war-of-genesis-25431-mblack-preview-6cfd2c1a.jpg
Personality: Rorin is an asshole, and he doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. Born and abandoned in Falz he's had to fight and kill for his survival since he was young, but he's a joker and has more real personality to him then just his temper and bad attitude. He loves to laugh as it relieves some of the pain he's constantly in, and even though he will never admit it he feels very responsible when it comes to his clan of bandits. Like a father he makes sure each and every one of them gets their cut and has a full belly by the end of the night, and with his strength he keeps them all in line. The Book of Atlas usually breaks whoever reads it in a few years; the pain becomes to severe, and so maddening that they take their own life. Rorin doesn't even look phased by it most of the time, but it's always there, a slight limp in his step.
Brief History: Not much is known about Rorin; other then he appeared leading a large clan of bandits that consistently raids even the most well-guarded of caravans and settlements almost three years ago. He's like a titan on the field as he crushes damn near anything in his way, and all without even stopping to catch his breath or breaking a sweat. However his own men have whispered rumors about how he's dying or has some kind of illness; as he'll randolmy lock himself away and terrible painful screaming can be heard from his quarters.
Book: Atlas
Length Completed: 2/5th
Played by Pokemon Master Red/Hiro
Character Name:Hiro Dark
Age:21
Gender:Male
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/fireemblem/images/9/9a/Raven.jpg
Personality: Hiro is the kind of person who would help a person on a whim. He's very kind person, and while he does usually demand a form of payment for his services he's been known to do jobs for free, usually these jobs are things that strike a moral chord, and even when he does get paid he often donates the money to worthy causes without thinking. In addition, he often turns down jobs he doesn't feel morally right doing. Because of these two factors, he actually tends to be in financial trouble despite his occupation, and leaves little personal time because of this. All things considered, he doesn't really feel he needs it anyways...Not like he has anything productive to do with it, might as well go out there and help people. He places a great deal of importance on Sara, and has taken her under his wing to protect her. Threatening her around Hiro...Is probably a good way to get yourself hurt. Badly.
However, there is one problem with this all...Because of which Book he has, he often suffers bouts of existential crisis of whether or not HE is a good guy, if this personality actually exists, or if its a forced, and ultimately temporary, persona created by the curse of his book. Because of this, he actually tries to slow down the progression of his book's completion if he can, as he fears death and doesn't know what will happen to what is effectively 'him' once the curse completes, whether or not the influence of his morality will simply fade away at the end of his curse...And what kind of person will be left with the spoils if it does.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Other than the weapons he can make on the fly, nothing.
Brief History:Hiro doesn't remember much of his early life. Or later life. In fact, his earliest memory is in the heat of a battle, bursts of Gauss fire all around his team. Apparently they were transporting something, something important...Right, right, the book. He didn't remember when the attack began. Last ditch effort, they were surrounded, his team were being slaughtered, missions failed anyways so might as well grab the book and see which one it was. It asked its question to him, and his response was that he had no choice. And so, the story began right there, in the midst of that battle. He tried out what power he had...A brittle wooden rod appeared out of nowhere into his hand. Thats it? Thats the power of this book, that he traded who-the-hell-knows, probably his soul itself for!? Well, no matter, its do or die time-Quite literally. He smacked his weapon over the head of one of the attackers, and the weapon broke. Splintered into a thousand pieces. At the very least, it distracted the enemy combatant, and he shoved the broken end of what remained riiight into his foe's face. It broke further, not even breaking the guy's skin. Hiro figured he'd just have to keep pummeling the guy with new ones instantly made in order to do any damage at all, and tried it. Of course, his element of surprise was lost, and the other guy's friends were coming to finish him off. They beat him with the butts of their rifles, and beat his body as he lay upon the ground. As his vision faded, he noticed one of them see the book itself, and note with dismay that it'd already cursed someone, no use to anyone anymore, and they checked how far it was. Very first paragraphs, and given Hiro's powers, they figured it was him who took on the curse. They were just about to kill him in revenge when the guy with the book told them to hold on, it just abruptly finished writing. Guy must be dead if it stops writing...Right? Wasn't that how the books worked, they just kept writing everything you did until they filled up? Apparently they felt thats how it worked and left him there. And when Hiro came to, he found that that was all he could remember, well that and general knowledge that everybody knows. Its been two or so years since then, and his book has hardly seemed to fill up. All his story documents right now is the name he's built for himself as a mercenary, and a few of the contracts he's taken, the ones he's refused, how his power and he himself has grown...And, of course, his story's grim prolog.
Book: The Book of Soldiers.
Length Completed: 2/7
Played by Pokemon Master Red/Hiro
Character Name:Sara Coal
Age:19
Gender:Female
Appearance:http://www.feplanet.net/media/gallery/10/mia.png
Personality:Sara is a generally very happy and upbeat person, and generally tries her best to make others happy. Ever since her run-in with Hiro, she looks up to him as a role-model and tries to be like he is in many aspects. Due to her experiences with her curses, however, she is completely, utterly terrified of being alone or ostracized or otherwise removed from people that care about her. A inability to fight or escape from something combined with a literal need to be nearby those you care about? Noooot a good combination if you get lost or kidnapped, and even worse when people actively hate you. Because of this, she can seem very clingy to people willing to tolerate or even like her for who, rather than what, she is. She's been close to death once from her curse and...It wasn't pleasant. Not at all.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): The sword seen in the image. It was created by Hiro specially for her, and is exceptionally light, but not a very powerful weapon. Really, it barely qualifies as a training sword. But it holds a edge, and so she's trying to teach herself to use it with finesse rather than with power, attack a target's weaker points rather than attack them hard.
Brief History:Sara was raised in a noble house, and from a young age had loved to read. Really, considering her parents never let her play with 'the rabble', it was all that she had to do. Oh, sure, there were the playdates with the other rich, snobby children, but she never liked them much. Sooo books it was, or occasionally fencing practice, y'know, the normal rich person hobbies. When she reached the age of 18, she was looking through the family library, and stumbled upon two books she'd never seen in it before. She pulled them out and opened them, but yet...there was no writing. Completely and utterly blank...And then, she heard the voice in her very soul, both voices, from both books at once. She'd heard of the Cursed Books, but only from the books she read, and she'd only liked the happy stories in her life, where the people with the curses were the heroes. Remember, she didn't socialize much with others from her class, or any class really, and so she'd not really heard how people actually reacted to these books. She was astonished at her good fortune, and immediately responded with a resounding Yes! at it...And then, her heart stopped cold. Her clothes felt heavy on her body. She couldn't even seem to see very well in front of her anymore. And, of course, a few of the servants heard her cry of glee, and checked the library to see what'd happened...Only to find her in front of two books, books that were writing themselves. They responded in fear at their former mistress, and fled the study screaming about how the young lady of the house had become one of the cursed. The guards rushed in, ready to seize the apparent witch, or kill her, whichever was the most convenient at the time. She saw her former protectors advancing on her, and grabbed her books, astounded by their new-found weight, and ran before they could kill her. She'd read enough stories to know which books these were...Stopping her heart, that must be the Book of Fusion, and she was obviously much weaker than normal, that had to be the Book of Sky. The guards chased her out into the streets, and eventually out of the city, where she ran just a little ways out before collapsing in exhaustion. The next day she awoke, and brushed herself off before traveling back into the city limits. They regular city guards either didn't recognize her like the noble house's guards did, or didn't pay her any more attention than they would the average citizen, even if they had fairly nice clothes. She thought that she might be able to survive fairly easily, after all, the heroes never had it too hard! Life in poverty...wasn't at all what she'd expected. For one thing, did you know that you dont even have any servants to cater to your needs? Or any extra clothes besides what you manage to scrounge up? Or even food if you cant get it yourself? Water, at least, she had plenty of, calling forth rain when she desperately needed it. Oh...But the real trouble started when people noticed how she had these really nice clothes. Maaaybe...She was rich? And if she was rich, maaaaybe she had a bit of...Extra cash? Yeah, the gangs really did a number on her when they first started mugging her, to which she started using the power of the Book of Fusion. She just wanted to stop them from hitting her, hurting her, and oh dear god she needed those books to survive they couldn't take those they aren't even worth anything! Next thing you know, she'd used the power of the Book of Fusion on one of the mugger's arms, twisting the bone and muscle into...Something else. Something terrible. Even she trembled in fear at what she'd done, even in accidental desperation. She took her books, which the cutthroats had dropped as they stared in uncomprehending horror at her, and ran. Out of the city, this time she was able to get farther but not to the next town, mostly because she hadn't started so far from the city limits. There she stayed, even more exhausted than before from hunger and pain, and from how she didn't even feel remotely alive anymore due to her curse until late the next day, when she managed to scramble up the energy to keep moving along the road until she finally made it to the next town. She knew she wouldn't last without people to rely on, not with her curses, so she got in the good graces of the local inn-owner and worked out a deal-She could stay at the inn for however long she needed, as long as she pulled her weight as a maid/cleaner/really, whatever odd job needed doing-er. And as she stayed with them, she built a rapport with them, and she felt alive once more. She wasn't hardly strong, and really could hardly do a lot there because of this, but they kept her around as one of the family. But of course, it couldn't last...One day, the innkeeper's wife was cleaning her room, when she found the books. At first, she thought them journals, which was...Rather odd, considering there were two of them, and they both mostly had the same things, and why were they written in the third person, and why was she running from the guards? Eventually, as she read them, she found that these were not any ordinary books...She told her husband, and while both of them did dearly love the girl, they did not feel they could keep around a Cursed. Imagine if word got out-they really didn't care much about their reputation, except no one would stay at their inn. They'd be out of business, and they couldn't allow their livelihood to go down the drain. They wept as they said goodbye, both the innkeepers and Sara, and they told her, if she ever found herself back there for a short spell, she was always welcome. But she couldn't stay...Not for now. In time, once people in the town had forgotten her, and when she did come back, she couldn't stay for long, in case someone found out her secret. And so, for year she traveled like this, occasionally finding sympathy from people she stayed with who found out her secret, more often finding hatred and fear. It was during one of these occasions, she was running from a mob of people. She'd just gotten in the town...But they found out almost immediately. And this wasn't one of the towns where she found sympathy, either. Eventually, they had her cornered, she had no way out, and the mob crowded around her, intent on killing her as a witch. And then, from the back of the mob...A guy knocked two of the people's heads together, getting the attention of several people around him. He opened his coat, and pulled a warhammer out from it, obviously too big to have been able to fit.
I dont like people who gang up on the defenseless.
Hey, its another one of 'em! Dont let him get away!
Yeah...Come get some. Lets see how ya like it when the other guy can fight back.
Sara didn't see much of the fight, as she cowered in the corner she'd been driven into by the mob. Still, she noticed that most of the people had their attention set on the man in the blue coat, with the red hair, and that slowly, but surely, the crowd was thinning. She didn't think anyone was dying, but from what she could see he was casually flinging them around by smashing his hammer into their midsections. Soon enough, what was left of the crowd had parted and the rest were running away. He walked up to her, and knelt down, asking her if she was alright. She answered yes, and he asked why they were attacking her, to which she responded that it was because of her curses and powers. He asked which she had, she explained the Books of Fusion and Sky. He helped her up, and said that she'd picked quite the troublesome combination of books. She agreed, and as they walked together they talked a bit. Eventually, he offered that she travel with him. He could use some help in his line of work, and a friend of course, and...Well...She could definitely use some protection, all things considered. She agreed, and they've been traveling together ever since.
Book: Book of Fusion and Book of Sky
Length Completed: Book of Fusion is 3/8, Book of Sky is 2/6
Played by Zarah Va'sheed/Zak
Character Name: Zaran
Age: 23
Gender: male
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/warhammer40k/images/e/e1/KriegGren.jpg
No one sees his face. The only reason people know his name is the word "Zaran" stitched onto the right breast of his coat.
Personality: Zaran is the embodiement of stoic, actions-speak-louder-than-words mentality. As he cannot vocalize his thoughts, he lets his actions do the talking. This being said, he makes the perfect cold sniper, able to move quickly from positions and acrobatically leap into good firing positions. Zaran takes great pride in his highly accurate aim, and his scavenged gauss rifle and good eye have put food on his table more times then he can count. Zaran is illiterate, having no education except that which nature and his harsh environment provided him with. Zaran is a relatively good person for someone raised in the lawless hell-hole that is Falz. That being said, he mostly doesn't steal from others or kill them unless they threaten him in someway or form. He doesn't take kindly to strangers but if they earn his trust they'll have a friend for life.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Gaus rifle shown, long combat knife, scrap metal chest plate, leather helmet, gloves, boots and trenchcoat.
Brief History: Zaran was born in a shack in the wastelands of Falz, like most there. His and he struggled to eak out a meagre existence in a variety of ways. Strange men would always come into the shack and his mother would tell him to go play outside or gather some scrap or roots as she locked the door. He was good at finding scrap and food, he had a really good eye. Somehow he was lucky enough to find a lot of different supplies, though they were never enough to fully satisfy that deep seated hunger that knawed at him. It got them by and in Falz, that was the only thing anyone could ask for.
Late in his twentieth year, it had been harsh and he could hardly find any supplies. More and more men came to the house and he ended up sleeping outside often. His mother always looked so worn and tired afterwards but they got by. Barely. One evening, Zaran came back from a particularly poor hunt only to hear the sound of shooting - not the usual noise at that time- and burst into the house, gauss rifle raised. He found his mother struggling in the arms of one man as the other brought a knife to her throat. Zaran brought up his gauss rifle and blasted the two men from their feet, proopelling them against the walls of the shack. He turned his worried gaze to his mother and her dying eyes looked at him pleadingly. She weakly kicked a book towards him and it thudded against his dusty boot.
"Go." She managed before she gurgled and blood poured from her mouth as well as the gaping wound on her neck.
Zaran stood in silence, in shock. He bent over and retrieved the book from the ground and turned to the front page to read those faithful words. He heard the sound of boots outside and quickly, he signed it with. "I will, so long as it can take me far from this place."
He then turned off the lantern and waited. The first man came through the door and Zaran struck his head hard with the butt of his rifle, kicking the door into the next one's face and blasting through it with three quick, blue shots. He took out his survival knife and let the door creak open. He found two men lie dying and a third with his right arm a bloody hunk of flesh. He finished off the last one, slitting his throat. He went back and retrieved the book and his pack, gathered the meagre supplies he could and ran. And ran. And ran.
Book: Book of Silence
Length Completed: 2/5
Played by Prince Cato of Equestria/Lyoko222
Character Name: Dr. Chase K. Hanson
Age: 26
Rank: Captain
Gender: M
Appearance: http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr173/villainy_versus_heroism/guys/anime%20guys/modern%20anime%20guys/AnimeGuySteampunkMilitary.jpg
Personality:
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): None
Brief History: Chase was born in a small town in Renatus. He was en extremely bright child, with the ambitions of being a doctor of medicine, he studied all through school. What ever time he could take, he spent at the town's expansive library. This would prove to be either his biggest mistake, or his greatest chance of a lifetime. One day when studying at the Library, he stumbled upon an odd book that was hidden among the vast maze of shelves. When opened, the inscription sealed his fate. He now found that the law of Physics no longer mattered anymore... Although, not immediately evident, he picked up other books from the shelves and began trying to read up on what he had just gotten himself into. After a few books, he found that he couldnt lift the page for a few seconds, but then could lift all of his books.

2 years later, at the age of 18, he filled the book to about 1/6, but also got noticed by the government of Renatus. He tried running, but was eventually caught, and pressured into military service. Initially, he refused, but reluctantly agreed when the Government agreed to send him to college for a Doctorate. At this point, he was no longer interested in medicine. He had a new interest... Physics. He has spent his time in the military executing Black Operations ever since against Renatus' enemies.
Book: Book of Energy
Length Completed: 3/6
Played by: Aether Star/Zai
Character Name: Jecht B. Vonrow
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance:
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/028/8/3/white_raven_by_nuriko_kun-d38a8jf.jpg
Personality: A leader, or at least he used to be, Jecht comes off as a blunt man that takes no bullshit from anyone he meets. Fights are common with him, but when he's overpowered, he knows when to back down and let things happen themselves. He's not stupid like the gang he used to command. You can't tell when he's happy, unless he purposefully shows it, in which case it involves a self-entitled smirk that seems to belong to stuck up pricks, but even he knows that good things don't last forever.
Oh, and he's bad with names.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Gaussian Rifle, Dagger, Strong magnet (Good for disrupting machinery.), a map to a location he refuses to disclose nor give any context as to why he carries it.
Brief History: Besides being leader of a gang that no longer exists? Jecht has a lot behind him, a time he would rather not visit again. Much like many raiders, he was forcefully taken from his home and raised by the criminals all around him as a child. And from then on, one could say that the rest is history.
But the rabbit hole delves deeper than just that.
Jecht comes from the Falz Capital, or what remains of it after the atrocities that Terram and Renatus unleashed on the nation. Now, the capital is a broken, dead city, filled with beggars and bottom feeders all over the place. The once mighty government and nation of Falz, now reduced to but a shell of it's former self. No raider dare go near it, for each of them know that there lays nothing for them to take but the souls of what may as well be called it's inhabitants. Rather, if they ever had a reason to go near it, it were the desperate ones, needing an extra hand or five, having gotten all of their previous men killed.
He had seen what the two nations have left in their wake with no remorse, and silently, a vow was made as a child. He would see the day that Falz was restored. But as he grew older, that dream crumbled and blew away into the dust, just as everything else does in Falz. Jecht's time is spent raiding, living each day as if it were his last... but his soul hasn't forgotten that vow he made that day.
And he feels the map he carries is perhaps a key to it all.
Book: None.
Played by: Bladeswipe101
Character Name: Arrikus Einhelm
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KHv7ejWiVw/TdC9bRP2mlI/AAAAAAAAABY/bix_CBGyl4E/s1600/adventurer.jpg
Personality: Arrikus is a quick witted and humorous individual who loves a good joke and a shot of alcohol which he usually carries around with him. He is heavily interested in geology and alchemy and has tried, and failed, to turn lead into gold but he is enthusiastic and determined to finish his book as well as make friends on the way but he holds a troubled past and will sulk off or snap at anyone who ask him about his family because of what he done but other than that he is and incredibly happy individual.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): A Reynbow, a crossbow with two magnets on either side that reverse polarity when the trigger is pulled, firing out a quarrel at ridiculous speeds, is loaded by simply dropping a quarrel in the barrel, several bottles of whiskey, rum and wine, a longsword and a medical kit. Also has a couple of flash bombs and half plate armour.
Brief History: Arrikus discovered his book at a young age, 18, and opened it almost as soon as he had found it in the middle of a field and he immediately regretted it as he suddenly felt extremely energised but he had a terrible, terrible feeling of dread and he spun around, clutching the book before trying to run home, unknowing that the grass and trees behind him were wilting and shriveling up, feeding their life into him. He ran into his home and grabbed his mother trying to explain what he had felt and found but he then got that feeling of energy again and he found he couldn't stop holding his mother as he drained her of her life force and he almost cried until his father came down to find a crying Arrikus and a withered husk of a woman and he attacked Arrikus but just before he did Arrikus raised his hand and fired a large bolt of energy which tore his father's legs off and Arrikus found himself drawn to the blood before he grabbed his father and drained him of life, realising what he did, Arrikus ran for his life with his book lest anyone find out what he did.
Book: Book of Entropy
Length Completed: 2/5

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Most definitely shall participate. Also, a idea for a book:

Book of Soldiers
*Curse-The Burden of Morality.
*Powers:The ability to create(and dispel, but only these) weapons from nothing.
Book Length:Very long.

Strength of Curse:Depends on how full your book is.
Starting out-You feel urged to be helpful to those close to you. You can create flimsy, blunt, thin melee weapons that are more likely to break than do any damage.
Fifth in-You begin feeling like helping the community, when convenient. Helping those close to you becomes somewhat prioritized. Weapons made begin taking shape, and are sturdier. Damage caused by these won't be much greater, but they'll last longer.
Third in-You participate in charity events, and help those less fortune than you. Weapons created can now take on a dull blade, hardly suited for cuttingto bread but still better than nothing. Also, quality of the 'materials' is better, as they can now appear as a metal as opposed to a form of wood.
Halfway through-You begin organizing charity events and your own needs are less important to you than helping others. You make sacrifices when you are certain another will benefit from it. You can now create viable weapons to fight with, sharp blades, strong materials, the works. They aren't perfect, but they work just fine.
Two thirds-In addition to the above, you protect those in need of it. Technically vigilante, except you don't necessarily go out looking for gangs or crime to stop, and you don't necessarily make a costume or anything. You can begin to create firearms of a sort. Of note is that you do not need to know exact mechanisms, just a general appearance, and need no training with them. Melee weapons are very strong now, and can have very sharp edges.
4/5ths through-You don't seek out crime necessarily, but you do whatever you can to help others, even if it means breaking the law to do so. You protect anyone you come across that needs it from any threat you are aware they are in need of protection from. It is of nite that you are aware that you can't save everyone, and can prioritize certain things higher than others. For example, kid being bullied vs burning building, building takes precedence, guy getting mugged vs gang war, gang war takes precedence. My point being, you areaware still able to tell which is more significant or urgent and what needs your aid for, not by any supernatural means or anything, and fan still act accordingly with no repercussions. Firearms become more complex and accurate, and weapons might seem to be completely impractical. Despite this, they work just fine and are easily wielded by you(not necessarily anyone you give them to).
5/6ths through and onward-The city/country you live in are your charge, as are the people within it. Again, you can still make the tough choices, but you do everything you can. If you haven't already, you'll probably be forming a team or group in order to help you deal with all these problems. Your oath is probably something along the lines of 'To serve and protect', and you are feared by villains everywhere by virtue of how you tend to respond to them. All weapons made are limited purely by the imagination, and of any possible classification, on the condition that you are, in some form, a infantry(basically no vehicles can be made, but other than that...). Additionally, wielding these instruments is second nature to you, no matter how impractical they may be. Others...Eh...Not so much.

A note is that those who take the Curse of the Soldier are forever incapable of taking on the Curse of Zeus, even if they've completed their curse and their newfound morality has faded. The same is true vice-versa.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

Niiice, I'll be sure to add it in. :{D

[Kalorph_]

• Book of Atlas

Curse: Curse of Pain and Burden.
Power: Strength, durability and stamina ranging from superhuman to Godlike.
Book length: Long.

Curse Strength:
1/5th - Superhuman strength allowing for the cursed to bench-press things over five-hundred pounds easily, eats once a couple days, jog for literally a day straight easily, and will survive a mortal wound or two. However the shackles have already appeared and have begun digging into the victim's flesh. It has lined the bone up a little above the elbow and knee in very dense metal. This metal is covered is hot and burns the victim constantly, and it's also incredibly heavy only to the victim. Even while filled the metal only actually increases the cursed person's weight by twenty-five pounds. However the cursed will feel like he's always a bit too heavy.

2/5th -  Strength allows for the cursed to lift things over a thousand pounds easily, eats once every two weeks, jog across deserts, and could survive losing a limb without stopping whatever he's doing. However cutting that limb off would be the hard part, and this is due to the shackles haven grown internally all the way up to the collar bone and hip. Lining every bone so far in heated and stronger metal. The cursed feels much heavier then they should be.

3/5th - Strength allows for the cursed to move things over a ton, very rarely eats, the victim only needs to sleep once a month; yet always feels tired. Can't bleed to death. The shackles have grown over most of the victim's ribcage and lower/middle spine. The burden part of the curse is nearly matured as the victim feels as if he carries a great burden on his shoulders. Never resting.

4/5th - Strength allows for the cursed to just bash everything but the hardest and heaviest things about like toys,  almost never eats, and rarely even needs to breathe, the cursed doesn't require rest but is constantly exhausted, and can only be killed by beheading, or piercing his heart. The metal has grown to cover his entire ribcage except for the area around his or her heart; the curse doesn't want to kill the cursed. It's stopped just below the person's chin. The victim feels as if a mountain rests on their shoulders.

Finished - The cursed becomes Atlas in all but name; their strength is unchallenged and can move the mountains themselves. Requires no food, nor air, nor sleep. Only the sharpest of blades and the hottest of fires can hurt them, a metaphor as anything strong enough to hurt them can. The metal has ceased to burn but will always burden them; they feel as if they carry the sky itself on their shoulders. But as their curse fades the burden becomes less and less of a challenge. Only the ribs around the victim's heart are vulnerable and not covered in nigh-indestructible metal.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

The length could be 'Very long' rather than just 'long,' but this should be okay as is. I'll add it in.


Man, Urr is going to need to be a massive planet to hold all of the chaos these books will cause in about at least 5 years. xD
We'll start sometime tomorrow, after some character creation is done and after we get a general consensus of where we all want to start.

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

    X. Book of Energy

Curse: You lose the ability to control any of your own energy (kinetic, or otherwise) due to you no longer being bound by the Laws of Physics. This can result in catastrophic results such as breaking ones hand just by grabbing it, or not being able to lift up a cup. The thermal energy at which you exert is also varying along with all other forms (But none of this will kill you. It may cause extreme difficulty with just about everything else though.)
Power: The ability to manipulate the physics of things around you.
Book length: Very Long

Curse Strength: Dependent

1/6- This is somewhat of a starting point. The effects of your inability to control yourself is slightly evident. You can manipulate the physics of everything around you to about 5 meters. You start to lose the need to eat, and sleep, due to the odd make up of your now more self sustaining cells.

2/6- The effects of your inability to control yourself is now evident in many of your daily situations, but not all of them. Your range of manipulation is extended to about 15 meters. Your need and want to eat and sleep is decreased even more, as your cells become more efficient, but at the cost of absorbing nearby energy of everything you touch.

3/6- The effects of your inability to control yourself is evident in your daily routine. Your range of manipulation is extended to 30 meters. The need to eat disappears completely, as your need to sleep decrease. Many of your cells have reached almost complete self sustianation. Your ability to absorb energy is under slight control.

4/6- The effects of your inability to control yourself begin to worsen. Your range of manipulation is greatly extended to 50 meters. The need and want to sleep is decreasing, as most of your cells and processes are completely self-sustaining. Your ability to absorb energy is under moderate control with somewhat of a working knowledge of how it works.

5/6- The effects of your inability to control yourself is exceedingly bad at this point. The effects are borderline unpredictable. Your range of manipulation is only limited to your visual range if otherwise hindered by normal range. Your need to eat and sleep is completely gone, as your body is now self-sustaining. You now have complete control to absorb any energy you desire, but while keeping in mind that this is now what "feeds" you).

Note- This cannot affect anyone who is not recognized by existence.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

Of course, leave it to other members to teach me how to make the format easier by just merely using it.

* Aether Star switches all previous listed books to an actual numbered fraction form. Looks so much cleaner now, amirite?

This book seems rather odd, but sure, why not.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

Character time go!

Character Name: Lenega Zir
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality: Lenega is not very sunny; living in the wastelands on a settlement for most of your life will do that to you. In fact, he's rather blunt, and would give the honest truth just to not be bothered by whatever he may be bothered with if he didn't say it. "The less worries you have, the better. That's what my grandma always taught me."
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): A Dagger, a Gauss Pistol.
Brief History: Lenega was born in Falz, and he was certain he would die in Falz. For most of his life, he was under care of his grandmother, living out in one of the many settlements that exist in the once-great-nation Falz. Shortages of food was commonplace, dust storms plagued the wasteland, and raiders bothered the settlements constantly. But what kept him going was his grandmother's stories of the Cursed War, from what she had learned from it as a child. The event seemed so surreal! People gaining books, and using god-like powers? It was a wonder how Falz ever lost that war, reducing what used to be a nation to a giant, flat, wasteland.
Little did the child know, though, was that in some years time, he would experience something very similar to the events that happened 90 years ago. Starting with a curse.
Book: Book of Cosmos
Length Completed: Will first start upon joining the RP, or at least be 1/4 in.

... I guess I approve myself?

[Kalorph_]

• Book of the Hellion

Curse: Curse of the Hellion; cursed with an endless appetite for destruction and chaos.
Power: Those who read the Book of the Hellion will be blessed with new outlook on life; literally. You'll see the world's patterns, and you know just how to stir things up a bit. A small action performed by a Hellion can spiral into a destructive shitstorm without any warning, and only they'll see it coming.
Book length: Short

Curse Strength:
1/3rd - A very destructive act a day keeps the doctor away, or it at least sates your hunger for now.
2/3rd - You've begun to sink further into your need for destruction, and now constantly cause waves a destruction to spread forth into the world multiple times a day. You know understand the patterns of sentient creatures perfectly, and they now have a place in your plans.
Filled - You're addicted to the power of destruction, and will cause it at every chance you get. You know crave mass chaos and with a single action can spark a wildfire of chaos and destruction.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

When a book is filled, you're supposed to be cured of a cursed, not worsen it. xD
Only reason a few books have a "Filled" status is to give the user something else as a reward for completing their books. Like Red Sun, sure they can see into the future and whatnot, but maybe they miss being that animal they were. Giving them that ability helps.

Other than that, I don't see the power working too well, seeing as it just feeds the curse. After they complete said curse, if they stop being addicted to chaos, then that power will probably be useless to them unless they feel like starting up some chaos again. With that, I would suggest the following:

The filled status should probably be "Nearly Filled," and upon completing it, the addiction either could go away or lessen greatly.
The power can be changed into not 'being able to stir things up a bit,' but 'See everything in a mathematical value, and know how to modify said variables to suit one's needs perfectly.' This not only fixes the problem of the power being useless after the curse is lifted, but also serves to feed the curse as well (Seems like the same thing, only it can be applied to a much wider variety of things, not just causing things to stir up.)


Though the book is fine as is, I suppose. I'll add it if you don't want to make any changes.

[Kalorph_]

Eternal chaos! But the better description you provided is nice.
The book could be done in quarters and once 3/4ths of it is done they become addicted, and once filled they're relieved of the curse?

[Embodiment of Cringe]

Sure. I'll make the edits and paste it up.
Done. I edited the levels a bit to include the mathematical portion of the power, but it should be more or less the same. If you would like to edit what I wrote, just edit your original Book request post and I'll get around to it by the end of the day.

[Kalorph_]

Character Name: Rorin Raev'eri
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Rorin is an asshole, and he doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. Born and abandoned in Falz he's had to fight and kill for his survival since he was young, but he's a joker and has more real personality to him then just his temper and bad attitude. He loves to laugh as it relieves some of the pain he's constantly in, and even though he will never admit it he feels very responsible when it comes to his clan of bandits. Like a father he makes sure each and every one of them gets their cut and has a full belly by the end of the night, and with his strength he keeps them all in line. The Book of Atlas usually breaks whoever reads it in a few years; the pain becomes to severe, and so maddening that they take their own life. Rorin doesn't even look phased by it most of the time, but it's always there, a slight limp in his step.
Brief History: Not much is known about Rorin; other then he appeared leading a large clan of bandits that consistently raids even the most well-guarded of caravans and settlements almost three years ago. He's like a titan on the field as he crushes damn near anything in his way, and all without even stopping to catch his breath or breaking a sweat. However his own men have whispered rumors about how he's dying or has some kind of illness; as he'll randolmy lock himself away and terrible painful screaming can be heard from his quarters.
Book: Atlas
Length Completed: 2/5th

[Queen Bright]

I need help on the last part with the Curse Strength but...

Book of Life (or Book of Healing OR Book of Balance, whichever is cooler, choose for me please.)

Curse:Next to no Stanima as well as the Inability to heal yourself.
Power:The ability to give and take life by using yourself as the channel. I.E. To heal another, you channel a 'reserve' of life you take from an enemy. However, due to the curse, you cannot use the reserve for yourself, just hold it within your body. If it takes more than what's stored in the reserve, your own life will be used in replacement.
Book Length: Indefinite? If not, Very Long.

Curse Strength:WIP

[Kalorph_]

Needs to go up in strength of curse and power; shouldn't be indefinite as the book has to end eventually.

I'd say like 1/10ths? Starting your stamina shouldn't be affected that much, but your power shouldn't be that strong either.

1/10ths - Stamina is cut down by a tenth and reserve is only big enough to fit a tiny animals worth of life?

Just keep going from there.

Book of the selfless thief - Considering nothing "stolen" is used for personal gain, and can only heal others.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

You could just have the power fully applied, but have the curse worsen. And no, it sadly cannot be indefinite (There is an IC reason these books place curses on people in return for power.). You can specify the length to be longer than 'Very Long,' however. Since Very Long is considered about ten years, just feel free to give some sort of estimate, like 20 years or so.


As for Mr. Rorin here, he looks acceptable.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Character Name:Hiro Dark
Age:21
Gender:Male
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/fireemblem/images/9/9a/Raven.jpg
Personality: Hiro is the kind of person who would help a person on a whim. He's very kind person, and while he does usually demand a form of payment for his services he's been known to do jobs for free, usually these jobs are things that strike a moral chord, and even when he does get paid he often donates the money to worthy causes without thinking. In addition, he often turns down jobs he doesn't feel morally right doing. Because of these two factors, he actually tends to be in financial trouble despite his occupation, and leaves little personal time because of this. All things considered, he doesn't really feel he needs it anyways...Not like he has anything productive to do with it, might as well go out there and help people. He places a great deal of importance on Sara, and has taken her under his wing to protect her. Threatening her around Hiro...Is probably a good way to get yourself hurt. Badly.
However, there is one problem with this all...Because of which Book he has, he often suffers bouts of existential crisis of whether or not HE is a good guy, if this personality actually exists, or if its a forced, and ultimately temporary, persona created by the curse of his book. Because of this, he actually tries to slow down the progression of his book's completion if he can, as he fears death and doesn't know what will happen to what is effectively 'him' once the curse completes, whether or not the influence of his morality will simply fade away at the end of his curse...And what kind of person will be left with the spoils if it does.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Other than the weapons he can make on the fly, nothing.
Brief History:Hiro doesn't remember much of his early life. Or later life. In fact, his earliest memory is in the heat of a battle, bursts of Gauss fire all around his team. Apparently they were transporting something, something important...Right, right, the book. He didn't remember when the attack began. Last ditch effort, they were surrounded, his team were being slaughtered, missions failed anyways so might as well grab the book and see which one it was. It asked its question to him, and his response was that he had no choice. And so, the story began right there, in the midst of that battle. He tried out what power he had...A brittle wooden rod appeared out of nowhere into his hand. Thats it? Thats the power of this book, that he traded who-the-hell-knows, probably his soul itself for!? Well, no matter, its do or die time-Quite literally. He smacked his weapon over the head of one of the attackers, and the weapon broke. Splintered into a thousand pieces. At the very least, it distracted the enemy combatant, and he shoved the broken end of what remained riiight into his foe's face. It broke further, not even breaking the guy's skin. Hiro figured he'd just have to keep pummeling the guy with new ones instantly made in order to do any damage at all, and tried it. Of course, his element of surprise was lost, and the other guy's friends were coming to finish him off. They beat him with the butts of their rifles, and beat his body as he lay upon the ground. As his vision faded, he noticed one of them see the book itself, and note with dismay that it'd already cursed someone, no use to anyone anymore, and they checked how far it was. Very first paragraphs, and given Hiro's powers, they figured it was him who took on the curse. They were just about to kill him in revenge when the guy with the book told them to hold on, it just abruptly finished writing. Guy must be dead if it stops writing...Right? Wasn't that how the books worked, they just kept writing everything you did until they filled up? Apparently they felt thats how it worked and left him there. And when Hiro came to, he found that that was all he could remember, well that and general knowledge that everybody knows. Its been two or so years since then, and his book has hardly seemed to fill up. All his story documents right now is the name he's built for himself as a mercenary, and a few of the contracts he's taken, the ones he's refused, how his power and he himself has grown...And, of course, his story's grim prolog.
Book: The Book of Soldiers.
Length Completed: 2/7

Character Name:Sara Coal
Age:19
Gender:Female
Appearance:http://www.feplanet.net/media/gallery/10/mia.png
Personality:Sara is a generally very happy and upbeat person, and generally tries her best to make others happy. Ever since her run-in with Hiro, she looks up to him as a role-model and tries to be like he is in many aspects. Due to her experiences with her curses, however, she is completely, utterly terrified of being alone or ostracized or otherwise removed from people that care about her. A inability to fight or escape from something combined with a literal need to be nearby those you care about? Noooot a good combination if you get lost or kidnapped, and even worse when people actively hate you. Because of this, she can seem very clingy to people willing to tolerate or even like her for who, rather than what, she is. She's been close to death once from her curse and...It wasn't pleasant. Not at all.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): The sword seen in the image. It was created by Hiro specially for her, and is exceptionally light, but not a very powerful weapon. Really, it barely qualifies as a training sword. But it holds a edge, and so she's trying to teach herself to use it with finesse rather than with power, attack a target's weaker points rather than attack them hard.
Brief History:Sara was raised in a noble house, and from a young age had loved to read. Really, considering her parents never let her play with 'the rabble', it was all that she had to do. Oh, sure, there were the playdates with the other rich, snobby children, but she never liked them much. Sooo books it was, or occasionally fencing practice, y'know, the normal rich person hobbies. When she reached the age of 18, she was looking through the family library, and stumbled upon two books she'd never seen in it before. She pulled them out and opened them, but yet...there was no writing. Completely and utterly blank...And then, she heard the voice in her very soul, both voices, from both books at once. She'd heard of the Cursed Books, but only from the books she read, and she'd only liked the happy stories in her life, where the people with the curses were the heroes. Remember, she didn't socialize much with others from her class, or any class really, and so she'd not really heard how people actually reacted to these books. She was astonished at her good fortune, and immediately responded with a resounding Yes! at it...And then, her heart stopped cold. Her clothes felt heavy on her body. She couldn't even seem to see very well in front of her anymore. And, of course, a few of the servants heard her cry of glee, and checked the library to see what'd happened...Only to find her in front of two books, books that were writing themselves. They responded in fear at their former mistress, and fled the study screaming about how the young lady of the house had become one of the cursed. The guards rushed in, ready to seize the apparent witch, or kill her, whichever was the most convenient at the time. She saw her former protectors advancing on her, and grabbed her books, astounded by their new-found weight, and ran before they could kill her. She'd read enough stories to know which books these were...Stopping her heart, that must be the Book of Fusion, and she was obviously much weaker than normal, that had to be the Book of Sky. The guards chased her out into the streets, and eventually out of the city, where she ran just a little ways out before collapsing in exhaustion. The next day she awoke, and brushed herself off before traveling back into the city limits. They regular city guards either didn't recognize her like the noble house's guards did, or didn't pay her any more attention than they would the average citizen, even if they had fairly nice clothes. She thought that she might be able to survive fairly easily, after all, the heroes never had it too hard! Life in poverty...wasn't at all what she'd expected. For one thing, did you know that you dont even have any servants to cater to your needs? Or any extra clothes besides what you manage to scrounge up? Or even food if you cant get it yourself? Water, at least, she had plenty of, calling forth rain when she desperately needed it. Oh...But the real trouble started when people noticed how she had these really nice clothes. Maaaybe...She was rich? And if she was rich, maaaaybe she had a bit of...Extra cash? Yeah, the gangs really did a number on her when they first started mugging her, to which she started using the power of the Book of Fusion. She just wanted to stop them from hitting her, hurting her, and oh dear god she needed those books to survive they couldn't take those they aren't even worth anything! Next thing you know, she'd used the power of the Book of Fusion on one of the mugger's arms, twisting the bone and muscle into...Something else. Something terrible. Even she trembled in fear at what she'd done, even in accidental desperation. She took her books, which the cutthroats had dropped as they stared in uncomprehending horror at her, and ran. Out of the city, this time she was able to get farther but not to the next town, mostly because she hadn't started so far from the city limits. There she stayed, even more exhausted than before from hunger and pain, and from how she didn't even feel remotely alive anymore due to her curse until late the next day, when she managed to scramble up the energy to keep moving along the road until she finally made it to the next town. She knew she wouldn't last without people to rely on, not with her curses, so she got in the good graces of the local inn-owner and worked out a deal-She could stay at the inn for however long she needed, as long as she pulled her weight as a maid/cleaner/really, whatever odd job needed doing-er. And as she stayed with them, she built a rapport with them, and she felt alive once more. She wasn't hardly strong, and really could hardly do a lot there because of this, but they kept her around as one of the family. But of course, it couldn't last...One day, the innkeeper's wife was cleaning her room, when she found the books. At first, she thought them journals, which was...Rather odd, considering there were two of them, and they both mostly had the same things, and why were they written in the third person, and why was she running from the guards? Eventually, as she read them, she found that these were not any ordinary books...She told her husband, and while both of them did dearly love the girl, they did not feel they could keep around a Cursed. Imagine if word got out-they really didn't care much about their reputation, except no one would stay at their inn. They'd be out of business, and they couldn't allow their livelihood to go down the drain. They wept as they said goodbye, both the innkeepers and Sara, and they told her, if she ever found herself back there for a short spell, she was always welcome. But she couldn't stay...Not for now. In time, once people in the town had forgotten her, and when she did come back, she couldn't stay for long, in case someone found out her secret. And so, for year she traveled like this, occasionally finding sympathy from people she stayed with who found out her secret, more often finding hatred and fear. It was during one of these occasions, she was running from a mob of people. She'd just gotten in the town...But they found out almost immediately. And this wasn't one of the towns where she found sympathy, either. Eventually, they had her cornered, she had no way out, and the mob crowded around her, intent on killing her as a witch. And then, from the back of the mob...A guy knocked two of the people's heads together, getting the attention of several people around him. He opened his coat, and pulled a warhammer out from it, obviously too big to have been able to fit.
I dont like people who gang up on the defenseless.
Hey, its another one of 'em! Dont let him get away!
Yeah...Come get some. Lets see how ya like it when the other guy can fight back.
Sara didn't see much of the fight, as she cowered in the corner she'd been driven into by the mob. Still, she noticed that most of the people had their attention set on the man in the blue coat, with the red hair, and that slowly, but surely, the crowd was thinning. She didn't think anyone was dying, but from what she could see he was casually flinging them around by smashing his hammer into their midsections. Soon enough, what was left of the crowd had parted and the rest were running away. He walked up to her, and knelt down, asking her if she was alright. She answered yes, and he asked why they were attacking her, to which she responded that it was because of her curses and powers. He asked which she had, she explained the Books of Fusion and Sky. He helped her up, and said that she'd picked quite the troublesome combination of books. She agreed, and as they walked together they talked a bit. Eventually, he offered that she travel with him. He could use some help in his line of work, and a friend of course, and...Well...She could definitely use some protection, all things considered. She agreed, and they've been traveling together ever since.
Book: Book of Fusion and Book of Sky
Length Completed: Book of Fusion is 3/8, Book of Sky is 2/6

Oh dear hell I made giganto bios of +5 longness again, didn't I...I cant stop myself sometimes...DX
My apologies. ;_;

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It's fine. Took me a bit to read through it all. D:
I shall add them!

So, anyone that's read the backstory or the setting at least knows we have a few choices as to where we should start the RP. If there's any preference as to a starting position, now would be a good time to voice them.

Otherwise, I'll start it off somewhere on the border of Terram and Renatus.

I also added some indepth descriptions to the two and a half nations in the plot post on this topic.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

Character Name: Zaran
Age: 23
Gender: male
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/warhammer40k/images/e/e1/KriegGren.jpg
No one sees his face. The only reason people know his name is the word "Zaran" stitched onto the right breast of his coat.
Personality: Zaran is the embodiement of stoic, actions-speak-louder-than-words mentality. As he cannot vocalize his thoughts, he lets his actions do the talking. This being said, he makes the perfect cold sniper, able to move quickly from positions and acrobatically leap into good firing positions. Zaran takes great pride in his highly accurate aim, and his scavenged gauss rifle and good eye have put food on his table more times then he can count. Zaran is illiterate, having no education except that which nature and his harsh environment provided him with. Zaran is a relatively good person for someone raised in the lawless hell-hole that is Falz. That being said, he mostly doesn't steal from others or kill them unless they threaten him in someway or form. He doesn't take kindly to strangers but if they earn his trust they'll have a friend for life.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Gaus rifle shown, long combat knife, scrap metal chest plate, leather helmet, gloves, boots and trenchcoat.
Brief History: Zaran was born in a shack in the wastelands of Falz, like most there. His and he struggled to eak out a meagre existence in a variety of ways. Strange men would always come into the shack and his mother would tell him to go play outside or gather some scrap or roots as she locked the door. He was good at finding scrap and food, he had a really good eye. Somehow he was lucky enough to find a lot of different supplies, though they were never enough to fully satisfy that deep seated hunger that knawed at him. It got them by and in Falz, that was the only thing anyone could ask for.
Late in his twentieth year, it had been harsh and he could hardly find any supplies. More and more men came to the house and he ended up sleeping outside often. His mother always looked so worn and tired afterwards but they got by. Barely. One evening, Zaran came back from a particularly poor hunt only to hear the sound of shooting - not the usual noise at that time- and burst into the house, gauss rifle raised. He found his mother struggling in the arms of one man as the other brought a knife to her throat. Zaran brought up his gauss rifle and blasted the two men from their feet, proopelling them against the walls of the shack. He turned his worried gaze to his mother and her dying eyes looked at him pleadingly. She weakly kicked a book towards him and it thudded against his dusty boot.
"Go." She managed before she gurgled and blood poured from her mouth as well as the gaping wound on her neck.
Zaran stood in silence, in shock. He bent over and retrieved the book from the ground and turned to the front page to read those faithful words. He heard the sound of boots outside and quickly, he signed it with. "I will, so long as it can take me far from this place."
He then turned off the lantern and waited. The first man came through the door and Zaran struck his head hard with the butt of his rifle, kicking the door into the next one's face and blasting through it with three quick, blue shots. He took out his survival knife and let the door creak open. He found two men lie dying and a third with his right arm a bloody hunk of flesh. He finished off the last one, slitting his throat. He went back and retrieved the book and his pack, gathered the meagre supplies he could and ran. And ran. And ran.
Book: Book of Silence
Length Completed: 2/5

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Got it. Adding.

[Kalorph_]

I'd say we should actually start somewhere on the Falz/??? border; seeing as a lot of our characters live in Falz.

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

Character Name: Dr. Chase K. Hanson
Age: 26
Rank: Captain
Gender: M
Appearance:
Personality:
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): None
Brief History: Chase was born in a small town in Renatus. He was en extremely bright child, with the ambitions of being a doctor of medicine, he studied all through school. What ever time he could take, he spent at the town's expansive library. This would prove to be either his biggest mistake, or his greatest chance of a lifetime. One day when studying at the Library, he stumbled upon an odd book that was hidden among the vast maze of shelves. When opened, the inscription sealed his fate. He now found that the law of Physics no longer mattered anymore... Although, not immediately evident, he picked up other books from the shelves and began trying to read up on what he had just gotten himself into. After a few books, he found that he couldnt lift the page for a few seconds, but then could lift all of his books.

2 years later, at the age of 18, he filled the book to about 1/6, but also got noticed by the government of Renatus. He tried running, but was eventually caught, and pressured into military service. Initially, he refused, but reluctantly agreed when the Government agreed to send him to college for a Doctorate. At this point, he was no longer interested in medicine. He had a new interest... Physics. He has spent his time in the military executing Black Operations ever since against Renatus' enemies.
Book: Book of Energy
Length Completed: 3/6

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It's about time I start this up before it gathers too much dust. Adding in chase.

Expect an intro post eventually.