| Nevermore | Date: Su, 11.September.11, 0:21 AM | Message # 1 |
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| The Templars are a mysterious group of ancient defenders of our realm from the worlds Beyond. They have fought in the crusades searching for the Grail of Nazirne. They are monks of the Holy Order, sworn to protect Pilgrims on their way to holy sights. There were 9 of them in the begining, and their names have been lost to the dark shadow of history caused by the fires and flames, burning their records and names from our minds and hearts. However, these 9 have discovered the secert that has been hidden by the Church of the One True God. Jesus and Mary Magdalene had a daughter. From her, sprouted the Grail Line. The Knights discovered this information and secerted it in Renne Le Chautex in a pillar. They swore to find the Children of the Grail, but upon this discovery of momentous proportions, they discovered the World Beyond. Within the World Beyond, there is a faction of sidhe [fairie] known has Demons. They wish to destroy the Grail Line, for the Grail Line would be a pivotal role in the apocaplyse to happen.
The Order of the Templars kept their vows to their very own "end", in October 1302. There, every member of the Order were burned at the stake that day, or so that was the popular belief. But in truth, they went deep into the underground, and kept their oath, fighting the Demons that leaked into our Realm. They use iron swords and knives solely, because that is the only way to truely affect the Demons. The Demons have grown smarter as well, they have created and refined a system to hide their true selves. They force the souls and skeletons and the inner workins of humans out of their skins and take possession of the skin, creating a disguise for themselves. They then cram their body with in the skin and zip it up like a macarbe costume.
It is now the year 2012, and the world is on eve of a world war. The American President is Sarah Palin, most Americans are unaware that the woman they have chosen as their leader is actually a Demon in Disguise. She brings about the beginning of the end. Now it is up to the Remant of the Templars to find the lost Son of Christ, and throw back the evil back to the World Beyond.
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RULES!
1) You will use common sense.
2) THERE ARE NO ASSASSINS! EVAR!
3) YOU WILL USE PROPER GRAMMAR - You will type this professionally, you will not type like this: *I eat a tree*. "I Eat A Tree". I ated a tree.
4) Have fun <3
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CHARACTER SHEET!
Name:
Age:
Faction:(Civilian, Templar, Demon Faithful. No, you can't play as the Demons, only has a Demon Faithful, a group of humans who worship the Demons.)
Appearnce:(Be as descriptive as you can.)
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Location in the World: (anywhere, just so that you know you will be forced to America eventually.)
The wastelands are a brilliant place to live. Nobody looks for you if you live there.
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| Toxic | Date: Sa, 17.September.11, 9:01 PM | Message # 2 |
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| (I have no clue who you are, but this plot is great. My CS will be posted soon.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Nevermore | Date: Su, 18.September.11, 4:41 PM | Message # 3 |
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| (lol, Toxike, I posted my introduction under the OT threads...)
The wastelands are a brilliant place to live. Nobody looks for you if you live there.
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| Toxic | Date: Tu, 20.September.11, 6:59 AM | Message # 4 |
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| (Oh. Sup' Jinx!)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Nevermore | Date: Tu, 20.September.11, 9:06 PM | Message # 5 |
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| (Hhahahahahahahahahhahahahahaa, nothing much. Been wandering around, RPing, and stuff. Unfortunately, my RPs aren't as popular as they once were on the forums, as the rush to join this one is obvious.)
The wastelands are a brilliant place to live. Nobody looks for you if you live there.
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You're like a frozen cactus.
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