OOC: Here's an idea for the first post. Let me know what you all think. It's to give you all an idea for what's to come and also a chance for you all the flush out your characters a bit. I'll be posting the actual thread tomorrow or the next day sometime, unless someone has an idea, or points something out I should change. Are there any suggestions on where you all want this thread to be posted at? As in what forum?
IC: The man knelt on the ground, his heavy breathing echoing in the large cavern, his breath frosting in the air before him. Mere feet away, stood a pedestal of stone, a blinding light emanating from within. The man wore simple cloths of cloth, bloodstained and dirty from overuse.
Grinning, the man pushed against his knee, starting to rise from his position only to fall to his knees. Coughing and wheezing, his hands before his face catching the blood expelled from his body. The man groaned, his expression showing just how pained he was. Not from the obvious damage to his body, but to come so far, only to be struck down at the last moment, just before his goal.
"Your body giving up old man?"
The man spun, glaring at a silhouette at the entrance to the cavern, hidden by the glaring sun behind. He reached toward the pillar of stone, if only he could reach it, just a tiny bit further. A sword pierced his back, followed by howling laughter, and giddy snickering as the silhouette left the sword in place and stepped before the pillar. The man screamed and struggled, but to no avail, only deepening his wounds, hastening his unavoidable death.
"Watch me fulfill your dream," the silhouette said, grinning back at him with narrowed eyes, and barely contained laughter. Darkness overcame the man, the reaper having come to take his soul. Leaving an empty shell impaled by a bloodied sword.
Getting up was always hard for Shiva, she hated long missions with a passion leaving her drained and tired, even more so when someone woke her up just after having gotten to sleep. "Get out!" she threw her pillow at the servant who'd come to inform her she had an audience with the king.
She wanted to cry, why couldn't she go on any fun missions, everyone else was in the war having fun to their hearts content. Why couldn't she be doing that? She dragged herself out of bed, and onto the floor, laying on her back she had a perfect view of the plain ceiling of her room.
She reached over and grabbed her armor, it was going to be such a pain getting it on while on the floor, but she really didn't feel like getting up. Strapping on her leather breastplate, interweaving belts held in on, with it's many pockets for hidden knives and picklocks. It left her shoulders and stomach bare, for maximum movement. The leggings fell all the way to her ankles, interwoven belts covering and concealing various pouches and pockets.
With both of those on, she could finally leave, though it took her a good minute to get to her feet. She looked over to her empty sword sheath hanging next to her bed, she didn't really need it. It wasn't what she liked to use to fight anyway, it was mostly to distract people into thinking it was what she used.
Shiva ran her hands through her messy bed head of hair as she walked out of her room. Attempting to tame the short black mess was impossible. She groaned and slumped while she walked rubbing her gray eyes tiredly. Being barefoot didn't bother her in the slightest as she headed for the kings throne room.
Shiva yawned, and blinked blurry eyes, slouched over, her walking posture was horrible. Slowly, she rose her vision, encompassing a dozen stairs and finally coming to rest on an ornate throne, solid gold, carved into the likeness of a tower, with many buttresses and windows.
The throne wasn't all that important, it was the man sitting in it that drew her attention. He had on his armor, thick layers of metal upon metal, making him seem more construct than man. She briefly wondered if he could even walk with all that metal weighing him down. His piercing eyes were the same golden color of his throne.
"Why'd you call me so early? I just got back," Shiva groaned, sitting down cross legged on the red carpet beneath her feet, irritable from not getting much sleep. She glanced over at the kings advisor and winked at his beat red face. She new he couldn't stand the way she treated the king, like anybody else she talked to.
"I called you for your next assignment. We're at war, there isn't any time to rest." The king grinned, "isn't that right Salomon?" he looked over to his advison. Shiva already didn't like where this was going when Salomon smiled. "You'll be training the new recruits for the Battalion," the king continued, looking back to Shiva's stunned expression.
"B-but you know what happened the last time I did that," she was on her feet in an instant. "I can't train new recruits! I mean... I... Can't I just assassinate the king of Rominoth?" she begged, looking panicked. She was referring to the kingdom they were at war with.
"You'll do fine," the king smiled and waved her away, completely ignoring her questions "besides, they're already waiting for you out in the training yard." He noticed her lack of movement toward the door and frowned. "You'll get paid, don't worry, just do it like you always do."
Shiva opened her mouth to object, then closed it with a sigh, walking away even more slumped than before. Her feet slapping against the hard stone in the hallway. Why'd she have to get stuck with training duty anyway? It wasn't like she'd pissed anyone off recently. Well... maybe one or two people, but still, she didn't deserve this! She stood up straight and sighed, might as well get it over with, hell, maybe she'd be able to find some entertainment. Shiva frowned her eyes still half closed as she headed for the training yard.
"You think I should have told her how many there are?" the king asked, looking to Solomon, to which the advisor shook his head.
The training yard was a huge area of grass on the eastern side of the castle, just past the barracks. Full of rings for dueling and sparring, targets for archery practice, dummies for sword practice, jousting arenas, and courts for various sports, topped off by a huge track that surrounded the entire affair.
The real question for Shiva was how she was going to find the trainees with everyone out here training. Even worse, she just realized she didn't even know how many people she was looking for. "What the hell!" she shouted as she exited through the eastern door to the castle. The guards starred at her in bewilderment as she passed, not wanting to mess with anyone who had the crest of the battalion on their back. A mass of interweaving thorns and chains constricting a sword. "What!?" she glared at the two guards for good measure before stomping away.
Shiva walked out to the middle of the field, which took longer than she wanted it to, she wanted to be gone before nightfall. If she was going to train them, she do it her way, and that meant being as far away from the pleasures of the castle as possible. Taking a deep breath, arching her back and expanding her chest she shouted, "ANYONE HERE FOR BATTALION TRAINING?!" She noticed a number of people turn to stare at her, and glared at those who weren't heading her way. She hoped she wouldn't have to go get the ledgers and hunt anyone down.
OOC: Upon hearing of, or being suggested to the Battalion, you went and signed the recruitment form, and were pointed toward the training grounds. You were given a sheet of paper to fill out, the form is below. This is more to help you figure out your character than anything else. If you'd like to post it, feel free to do so. Feel free to make up any places you want to add in your description, I made up the world, so there's nothing to worry about if you make up a town or three.
Male or female?
What kind of build?
What color of hair and skin?
What racial features?
Any identifying marks?
What kind of cloths does this person wear?
Wealthy or poverty stricken?
High or low-born?
What kind of temperament?
What makes your character happy?
What irritates your character?
Favorites - food/pastime/places/people?
Under what conditions would this person lie?
Under what conditions would this person steal?
What does this person think is worth fighting for?
What does this person fear?
What does this person value most?
What does this person look like when he/she smiles?
What does this person's laugh sound like?
How does this person respond to fear?
What does this person do when he/she is uncomfortable?
What habits does this person have?
What kind of mannerisms does your character have?
What does this person's voice sound like?
When this person is thoughtful, what does he/she do?
What does this person do when he/she is surprised?
What does this person do when he/she is lying?
Where was this person born? Anything unusual about his/her birth?
Who were this person's parents? How did they react to your protagonist?
What unusual thing happened to your protagonist as a child, or if still a child, what sets him/her apart from his/her peers?
Who was the primary nurturer of your protagonist? What was their relationship like?
Where did this person spend childhood? Did he/she have any special friends?
Explain the reason your character has a certain attitude or characteristic that might be a little odd.
Describe your person's "special place" = the place he/she goes to get away from it all.
Describe a situation that made your person go into their "special place."
What special abilities does this person have?
Where and when did he/she discover these abilities?
What is your character's best trait? Explain
What is your character's worst weakness? Explain.