Final Fantasy: The Dawn of Legend (Pm me, be Literate)

[Alphaleader]

((This Rp will be based off the First Final Fantasy Game. If Any or Everyone has played this game, then you should be familiar about how this story goes. But it'll be abit different without Falling away from the Main Story itself.

First....There will be Six Characters and Only Six. There are also Six Classes, Warrior, Thief, Monk, White mage, Black mage, and Red Mage.

And Later on, Our Classes will Change to a mastered form once we meet with the Dragon Lord:
Warrior = Knight,
Thief = Ninja,
Monk = Master,
W Mage = White Wizard,
B Mage = Black Wizard,
And R Mage = Red Wizard!

And we well start off with our Character's Information in this order:

Name:
Age:
Sex:
Species:
Class:
Apperance: (Optional, it's up to you)
History:

I woun't Start this off immediatly, so you all have time to pick, choose, and set up your character's role.

Our Character's Personalities will Shape the Story...and The Future as Well.))



The World Lies in Shrouded Darkness.
The Wind Die...
The Seas Rage...
The Earth Decays...

But the people believe in a Prophecy....Patiently awaiting its fulfillment.

" When Darkness Veils the World...Warriors of Light Shall come."

After a Long Journey, Travelers did at last appear... And in the hand of each clutched a Crystal.

The Time was now... To unset the World's despair.

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The day was bright as the sun hung high int the air, it was somewhat of a peaceful day. But for the Kingdom of Corneria was suffering under a heavy dread, the King himself only shuttered and wallowed inside his chambers for it had been Three Days since his Daughter's Kidnapping by one of his Very Own Kinghts!

Garland.....That Name sent chills all the way down his spine when he thought about him. He was one of the Finest Warriors he's ever met, an Amazing Swordsmen who was fine tuned in skill.

It was so rare now a days to find such a warrior.....But as all of Corneria rejoiced him, there was deeper...Darker side to him. While his Sword skill was pure his heart was the very opposite of the ways of law, order and Justice. And slowly he showed sighs of Greed, injustice, Envy and wrath. They started as slow moving rumors that his people had made claims about....but they surely were true.

Those few Days ago when the Knight asked for his Daughters hand in Marriage. It was only after the King denied this request due to the Rumors that the Knight began to show his true nature.

He Argued with him, Shouting great curses and even threatened the King with his sword, It was finally decided by the King that he would Banish him having the Guards any other member remove the Knight forcefully from his sight.

But like a Theif in the night, he came broke into the Castle...Kidnapping the Princess for his own leaving a note.

Such Woe befelled him. It seemed that at the rate of the World's decline, this Kingdom's knees will Fall in it's wake.

[vernos]

Name: Vernos Supiritto
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Species: Feline
Class: White mage
Apperance: Wheres the full white robe with the black trim. Has white fur with a daze of darker shades. His eyes are pure blue that are only made clearer with the dark pattern black rims of fur around them

[Alphaleader]

((Bump))

[chrissybutt]

Name: Onyx
Age:21
Sex: F
Species: Ebony Vixen
Class:Warrior
Apperance: Onyx prefers to wear a simple navel bodice with a white trim that goes to her belly button while about her waist is an ankle length skirt of matching color with high slits in the sides. She stands about five foot five inches. Resting comfortably beneath a dark travel worn cloak in the small of her back is a pair of sai. Her long ebony fur is held back by a red ribbon tied into a bow while about her neck is a black choker with a silver crescent moon that hung from it. In her ebony ears reside three sets of silver studs

History: Traveling or Fighting. Fighting and traveling she has grown up with this in her blood with a small band of mercenaries. Til one day the elders thought it would be best to settle down in a small town to live out their days. Restlessness plagued her night and day til she decided to strike out on her own.

[Alphaleader]

((Okay...I'm Starting my half now. But if anybody want to know more about Final Fantasy, or just the Character Abilities, then ask me.))

Name: Vox
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Grey Wolf
Class: Red Mage

History: For a long time Vox was left in the world without knowing where he stood, abandoned at birth and to be found by a Traveling caravan.
As time moved forward he was raised by many of his Traveling companions, they bestowe him the Art of the Red Mage, the Power of a Warrior and Magic user in one.

The Daily Travels did test him and his adopted family, but as they ventured, the Dangers only worsened, and they lost fellow friends...and Family alike. Vox in all honesty believed his propose was never meant....that was until their travels neared them closer to Corneria, While resting near a tree, Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a small Crystal.

Green in color, with the wind that shimmered at his finger tips. Showing this to his Family had convinced them of the familier Words of Lukhann's Foretelling! His journey was never meant for them to fallow...for he and others alike would be given the ultimate Test.

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The Journey to Corneria took Vox a full day from Where his Family was, He was greatful that he slipped into town before Night had finally took place and monsters would over run the outskirts. With the little money he was given, he afforded a bed at the inn and would sleep till morning came.

Hopefully, this Destiny will finally give him a place in the world.

[vernos]

"Will that be ok?" A heavy bearded human said as his cart filled of fruit pulled up to the side of a small town road. A white robed figure appeared out the cart meeting the driver as he climbed off the back with somewhat ungraceful style. "Many Thanks" Vernos said in a low voice to the driver with a half bow. Dusting off his white robes tucking his book back inside his robe. "No.. No thank you, You cured my wife." The human replied with a firm hand shake and a grin. The feline smiled back at him thanking him once more for his help before ahead to the nearest inn.

On his travels he always tried to use his white magic to help as much as possible because his past. This also had a extra value that sometime he didn't have to sleep in the wild, buy supplies or the best for him is getting a free ride to the next town.

He laughed to him self as he didn't even know what the name of the town was... He looked up seeing the name 'Corneria'. He knew this town didn't hold the answer but a warm bed never goes a miss in his mind, and he guess it could be one step closer.

[Alphaleader]

((Bump....Still looking for at least one more player.))

[MikaFumv]

Name: Mika
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Species: Wolf
Class: Black Mage

Apperance: Hidden well beneath a cloak as dark as night. His eyes glow from the darkness of his hood. They glow a bright yellow like the moon. They have a fierceness that strikes fear, but only a few can see the truth beneath that glare. He never speaks and lets his skills with magic do his talking.

History: Mika was born in a hidden village. He was raised to respect the four governing elements, but the chaos wrought by the darknening of the elemental orbs destroyed his village. He journeys in hopes that he can bring balance to the world once again.

[Alphaleader]

The Sun was high as the 10 hour came, Vox slowly awakening from his sleep with the shard Sun light gazing in his eye. He still felt tired wanted with all his heart to stay nestled within the sheets of this bed...but seeing that he was on barrowed time. He couldn't afford it.

Quickly getting up before the softness of the bed took him, Vox yawned loudly walking about the room and grabbing a towel on the counter. There was cold water sitting in a bucket near the towel, the water was cold enough to wake him he started cleaning himself but it did keep him wake.
He remember that a friend of his use to Splash a small pale of Water over his Father just to wake him from his deep and lazy sleep.

But that little joy was sort lived for Vox, he needed to focus on what he had to do now, Vox pulled his Things onto the bed, he noticed there was a Set of clothing he had very seen before, Yet as he looked through it a small note that was not even paper size had on it two words on it: "For you.", it said with the name of a fellow mage.

With a Smile Vox dawned the Red Attair, straightening the Red Hat and feather before placing it over his head with pride. Now ready he walked outta the Corneria Inn and out into the sun light.

((Just so you know what I look like.))
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[Hunger]

Name: "Orion"

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Species: Hedgehog (no, not a Sonic-lookalike, goddammit)

Class: Thief

Apperance: As his lifestyle as a chaotically-imbalanced thief suggests, Orion has always been the kind to stick to dark clothing. Being of practical heart and logical mindset, he wears a thick, jet hood to partially conceal his face as his big, attentive ears peek out from slits in the fabric atop his head and a much thinner scarf conceals his stubby little muzzle from the light of day at most times. A large, grisly-looking scar is etched from his forehead to his right cheek, passing over one of his two large, intelligent green eyes as a grim reminder of his profession to all that befriend him and a dark mark representing the lengths he will go to in order to protect what he believes is right to all that oppose him.

Standing at a mere 5' 2", Orion doesn't seem like much of an able-bodied person at first glance, but his appearance betrays his excelling cunning and wit in the face of the most contrived perdicaments, and his thin leather armor - only providing protection to his torso - should be indication enough that he takes pride in his ability to avoid combat rather than to seek it. And where his feet may not get him out of the line of danger quick enough, the retractable claws in each uncovered fingertip do him justice by allowing him to quickly scale most cobblestone and brick walls while the dagger hanging in a small scabbard at the back of his belt becomes more than just a deadly weapon in his able paws.

While half of Orion's strategy in battle is to outwit, the other is to outgun. Despite being equipped with only a dagger as his melee weapon of choice, he is known to carry a pouch of throwing knives in the rear of his belt along with several dangerous, experimental implements of his own design ranging from flashbombs to concealment potions (which tend to not work quite as he intends, seeing as he isn't exactly a mage of any kind). And among other things, the retractable blades in his simple soled leather boots do damage enough at close range if his dagger becomes out of reach.

History: Orphaned at birth, Orion quickly was taken in and raised by a poor family of foxes at the edge of the kingdom of Corneria where he learned the value of hard labor and the traditions of his new family; and despite their attempted instilling into their adoptive child the mindset of religious faith, Orion was never a believer in any God, finding the mere idea of omniscience ludicrous and illogical (Orion reasons that if any one being in the entire universe may be omniscient, he cannot possibly have free will and the future is set in stone). Instead of religious doctrine and faith, Orion turned to see himself as the only man he would ever worship, should another not enter his life with romantic intent.

Now with able hands and with all good intentions, Orion began looking towards external sources of income for his poor family, who were threatened with not being able to pay their taxes that year on Orion's thirteenth birthday. It was then that he stole a sizeable opal from a nobleman's purse as he made a round about the city, with the intent to sell the thing as soon as possible and amass a small fortune in gold. It was not to be.

Orion returned home later that night to find his mother missing and his father in shambles. Several things in the house - religious symbols that his father had always cherished - destroyed by his father's own hands, his entire body racked with sobs over the loss of his wife. She had apparently been gone for many hours - since before Orion left to steal the opal that morning. He'd discovered shortly after from a neighbor that she'd been abducted, but a motive was not evident.

Orion's father confronted him about the opal and quickly kicked him out of the house after discovering it's origins, leaving Orion a helpless child of 13 on the street to fend for himself. The young hedgehog quickly honed his thieving skills in order to survive, but out of respect, he has never - and will never - kill a person in cold blood, swearing himself to a life of semipacifism. The result was the scar in his right eye, which he received while running from the castle with a large emerald clutched in his bloody paws.

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CONTROL DENIED: Breaking The Broken (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkKgY5jZLZk)

Bathed in the rain of the dark night prior, a lone figure stood atop the highest point of the Corneria Inn, his large green eyes peering out from beneath a hood and scarf that hid all but the space between his muzzle and forehead. His keen ears dared not move as he stared out onto the horizon, his eyes following the delicate roll of the hills beyond the city gate, towards his home... Or what once was his home.

The memories were harsh and unforgiving. Orion's lack of sleep had allowed him only the solace that he would not be pickpocketed that night, but it had left him... Drained, empty of life. He had stayed in exactly the same position for what was truly an eternity compressed into twelve hours, and with little otherwise to do and with no remaining friends in the city, his mind had wandered. The mental effort to recall his previous ventures and find happiness was a work of sorrow, bringing him only tears masked by the rain of the night. It seemed that night that his father had been right - there was an empathetic God, crying with him. But what had come before that night was something far worse - and even yet, he'd shed no tears.

Several days ago...

I saw you - you saw me - you hid your fangs so well...

Arlene had known Orion for exactly what he was - who he was. As a thief, the vixen had never condoned his actions... But she had always embraced him for the kind and loving father he would become, and the kind and loving fiancee he was at present. With her small physique at 5' even and Orion - Arlene being the only one to know his true name - at 5' 2", they seemed rather fitting for each other... Their love had lasted only a year, but it felt like they'd loved more than everyone in the world had ever loved altogether.

"...You're going to have to get a real job soon, darling..." the blonde vixen spoke softly into Orion's ear, her own vibrant emerald eyes matching his as they looked into each others' souls... "My father will never allow us to wed if you continue the way you are... Especially considering he is a Knight."

"...I know."

I should have known better, but it is hard to tell...

"Are you feeling alright today?" Orion inquired very silently, and he knew Arlene was aware of exactly that which he was referring to. She sighed, digressing and staring down to the ground.

"...I feel fine, but... I'm worried about our child..." the vixen spoke just as quietly as her lover had, her eyes brimming with tears at the mention of her illness. "...According to the clerics... My time is nigh..."

Deep inside reflections, just a glimpse away...

Arlene had passed later that night, along with Orion's only flesh and blood in her womb.

He had gone on a potentially homicidal rampage, destroying all that he and his to-be-wife had ever owned in their small home at the edge of the city; he proceeded to torch the house to the ground - for what part of it could be torched - and fled the scene immediately with the vixen's corpse, opting to burn it properly and scatter her ashes in the forest as she'd wished.

Your faithful servants, they bow to you...

Now a broken man, Orion had made an attempt to hang himself from the nearest cleric post, only to be forced down by the magic of a mage who had passed by - interestingly enough, not a cleric from the post. He thought he was helping the boy - he was so very wrong, for all the wrong reasons... In the midst of his nervous breakdown, Orion's tears ran free for the first time in many years as he fled again to find shelter from the pain.

Together... They're breaking the broken...

For the first time in six months, Orion donned his kit once more; leather armor, cloak hood, leather boots and utility belt all in complete arrangement across his small, almost-feminine frame. It was in this moment of weakness that he added his now recognizable scarf to the outfit to hide both more of his face and the horrid purple area forming a ring around his neck where he'd tried to commit suicide.

The present...

Below, the silent hedgehog heard movement... Lots of shuffling towards the front door. For some reason it occurred to him beyond the other miscellaneous noises of the city, and out of curiosity - marking his first sign of livelihood since last night - the tired Orion stood and padded quietly across the roof to peer downwards at the entrance, awaiting whoever it was to show themselves.

Below, Orion made out a rather average-height Red Mage - at least, judging by his garb - make his way from the Inn, a rapier at his side and the trademark crimson hat and feather atop his head, hiding his features from Orion's perception, all save for his scent... Definitely some kind of canine, the hedgehog reasoned. Tired of sitting still the whole night, the thief vaulted from the roof of the Inn, falling unceremoniously to the ground on his feet, making quite a noise as his equipment rattled with unrest in the pouches at his belt. It was probably enough to catch the Mage's attention.

"Forgive my intrusion," Orion spoke, his voice a desparate rasp from the recent run with death he'd attempted, "You're... A Red Mage, are you not?"

[Alphaleader]

Startled by this Stranger Vox wrapped his Hand onto the handle of his Rapier ready to draw it, but soon the Hooded person began to talk. An uncomfortable Feeling arouse sending a creeping shiver through Vox's body as this person's words cought his Ear's.

His question was indeed respectful in asking him....but for what reason and Purpose Vox did not know.

"...why do you ask?", Vox replied gripping his weapon lightly even though he felt uneasy of this person. If things get outta hand, he might have to resort to using some of his spells.

[Hunger]

"...I want to escape this place," Orion spoke in the same harsh rasp, an indicator that something was wrong with his throat. With a rather strange, volatile-looking motion with one hand, the short hedgehog lowered his scarf and removed his wet hood from it's perch atop his head, pulling his long quills out of hiding and allowing them to cascade down to the small of his back. The brutally morbid markings on his neck were now barely visible, just peeking up from beneath the scarf that had been pulled away from his face as he spoke in a cutting, broken voice.

"My wife died several days ago, my mother died several years back... And I have no love for this city... You seem to be that kind which seeks battle in distant lands, given you have that... Foreign scent about you. Forgive me if I'm wrong or overstepped some boundary," the hedgehog finished, his tearstained eyes locking with the wolf's. "If I am correct, please call me Orion."

There was a moment of silence as the two stood, gazes locked in mental battle with each other, until Orion shifted slightly in his attire, getting into a more comfortable stance than what he was in already, his balance spread unevenly between his feet. He stood upright then, barely meeting the other's neck in height. If the wolf had been expecting something - anything at all, especially from the likes of Orion - the hedgehog would have already displayed his ill intent, and yet, he did not do any such thing to indicate that he wanted to fight Vox.

The hedgehog's face was taut against his face, his expression harmless, yet... Sinister. As two eyes stared out at Vox, the scar slashed across his right eye and the grisly markings dug into his neck were sure signs of his dubious experiences lately. But yet, he seemed to mean the other no harm at the same time... It gave the small hedgehog a strange air of neutrality as he stood before the wolf.

"I merely seek to depart this city - to have friends."

[Alphaleader]

Vox's gave fixed and Shocked for his wound was grave yet he was still alive, he shook himself outta his momentary mortafidied horror in order to tend to him. Letting go of his weapon he rushed over to him and layed him down on his back. "Don't worry Friend...I'll try my best!", he said.

Even though he wasn't truly sure of what Orion wanted, but letting him slowly die from this wound was never the kind of thing Vox wanted His Hands moved over his neck and he began to chant..."Cure!", he said as white light was glowing around the area of Orion's neck. Vox could feel the power he was thought flow forth, the mana of life slowly restoring him.....But as much as Orion Could...it wasn't Enough. Alas, he was a Red Mage, both sides of magic was in him, but non of it had the power of a True White Mage!

This may have been all he could have done, but he wasn't going to give up.....If he couldn't heal Orion, then Another Should!