The last Hope

[Bluex-Dragon]

This is the story of a people who lived far away in total peace in a village,they have an Anguel,that Anguel was the protector of they'r city aganist the evil forces who attacked day after the other towns and cities, one day the forces of evil attacked this small town but the angel slaughter is by fighting until the end, just staying at the end of a feather of his wings of their memories, from this day the people know that your angel does not protejeria more and so begins this story
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rules:
D&D style
no godmoding
There is no specific timeline so you can use a futuristic character or a mediaval warrior,well anything you want.

[Hunter_Tier]

Species: Vulpa, a race of anthro. fox creatures who have a split lower jaw that acts like mandables. They possess a secondary extendable mouth that has a reach up to two feet from thier snout. Extreamily vicious and currently at war with Humans... and anyone that gets in thier way.

Rank: Captain

Fur color: Grey

Eye color: Brown

Name: Tier

Age: 154 (looks only 23 though!)

Preference: Straight

Build: Athletic muscled

Hight: 5.9'

Weight: 150-160 lbs

Identifing Marks: Tattoos of three (3) triangles on both sides of muzzel. Tattoos of triangle unger each eye. Gunshot wound in left side upper chest (shoulder), upper back, left thigh, and right side above hip. Various cuts and slash marks fron knives on arms. Diagional slash from right shoulder to left hip. Two stab wounds on toreso, one under right pex, one near center of chest. Vairous small knife slashes on both legs. Stab wound above right knee.


Alignment: Chaotic netural

Class: Assassin/pirate

Specal: Discernment; ability to see a creature's destiny, ability to see a creature's alighnment

Never Age; never ages past time spell was cast.

Equipment: Two (2) flint lock scatter shot pistols. Two (2) short sabres. One hundred (100) loads of scatter shot and powder. One (1) long barreled flint lock rifle. Fifty (50) loads of rifle shot and powder. One (1) Backpack. Fivty (50) bolts. One (1) Birgantine armor. One (1) Bed roll and blanket. One (1) Bottle oil. One (1) lock pick set. One (1) small healing kit. One (1) Bottle paralysis poision. One (1) Disquise kit. One (1) Flint and steel. Three (3) trail rations. One (1) signal whistle. One (1) Whetstone. One (1) crowbar. One (1) short shovel. One (1) Grappling hook. One (1) rope fivty (50) foot. One (1) Waterskin.

Tier was a Vulpa of the island nation of SabresIll (pronounced Sabres Ill) who set out to earn his fortune as an assassin pirate. He reashed the coasts of Dararr and slew a groupe of trolls who had captue a human knight Sir Braddock. Under normal circunstances the Vupa do hate Hunans but they just so happen to hate the beasts of the fell more. Sir braddock swore a knight's oath to the Vulpa and they eventually became as brothers. The two eventually came upon a Nomish bard and a North lands fighter during thier travles. In the town of Drakesbridge they came across a Rathaonian Badger spearsbeast who went by the name of Rowan.

During thier travles they heard that the city of Gloomwood, a place not too far from the port city of Alleria was underattack by a Lich. The adventurers set out in Degen's ship the "She's One of Our's Sir!" a Crosair marauder vessle that sported a black hull, red masts, and grey sails. The "She's One of Ours Sir!" sports ten dual heavy repeating ballistas on the top deck.

Abord the ship they had fought off pirates and even a Krakken before reaching Gloomwood. Upon pulling into port the heros were attacked by swarms of undead. They were able to drive then from the ship but it bacame house to house fighting as soon as the port was clear. When they had reached the center of town the Lich attacked and knocked away the knight Sir Braddock. The Norse lands fighter charged while Tier fought from a distance and the Bard gave insperation.

The Norse lands fighter and the Rathaonian Badger were wounded pretty bad. It looked like the Lich was to kill Degen next. Suddenly, out of no where, Sir Braddock comes running up to slash the Lich's belt holding his finger. The Lich killed Sir Braddock, but Degen was able to run up and destroy the finger that the Lich had attached to the belt, and killed the Lich.

Unbeknownst to Tier the gods cursed him that day to stay the same age for the rest of his life but in turn they blessed him with the power of discernment to where he could see that a creature had a destiny before it and he could see thier alighnment. The group parted ways after that. Sir Braddock's statue still stands in the center of the busteling Dwarven town of Gloomwood. The Norselands fighter and the bard continued thier travles. And the Rathaonian Badger went back to Rathaon. Tier however took to sailing again and left that place where his "brother" died.

Tier traveled the world far and wide seeking wealth that is said to be aboard his vessel that has meen may times upgraded to the point to where he owns a fleet along side his "floating fortress". He in truth has no real name, as a cub he missed his Naming Cerimony because his Mother and Father were off fighting thier war agienst the Humans when he came of age. To the Vulpa of SabresIll Tier is known as the Mad Prince of SabresIll, or more commonly as The No Name Prince.


The best picture I could find of the Brigantine armor style I like.

The red vessel sailed up to the port leaving behind it a wake of red dyes that seeped off of the timbers. The three masts had been painted black while the sails were a storm grey. It was a Corsair ship, a Vulpine ship, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhow fast, light, and and with it's ten dual shot heavy repeating ballistas it was a vessel to contend with. Crewing this vessel was the fox like Vulpa of SabresIll. Any seafarier worth half his salt would know this to be one of the Blood Stained Fleet, some of the most notorious pirates to ever plow the main. The Vulpa were at war with the Humans and though they were questionable by nature they were generally very respectful to other furrs. Captain Tier stood at the helm of his ship steering it into the port the sun glinting dully off his black brigantine armor and his face srt like stone he gazed at the town ahead. The Vulpa needed to take on more crew and supplies. "All Hands prepair for port!" Tier called out. Vulpa ran and manned the ballistas and readied weapons before making landfall. It was always prudent to prepair for a fight when you were in a war.

((OOG) I'm bumping all the stuff I've had on file that no one's responded to in a while.

It's been over three months I'm ganking this RP. Anyone who wants to join you may do so. If no one joins by April the first I'm submitting this RP to the moderators to be removed.)