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This is a story about a particularily large island called ZenCirca. The natives there believe in 12 gods, and 7 messengers. Each god has a city built after them, and each god representing different virtues or powers. The 7 messengers act as the voice between god and ZenCirca (known as Voices the natives bestow them an extra shi after their birth names). The average person hopes to become a part of the Sharra Clan, an elite order of faithful warriors and skilled men and women who rid ZenCirca of any evils. Sharra specialize in three different areas: Guard, Blade, and Shadow.
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Sound cocky enough for you? x] As many people can join, and it's preferred you don't use a name like John, or Mary xD Consider some characterization! No last names, please
(PS, age is irrelevant in this era)
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Character
Name: Xera
Gender: F
Appearance: black cape, mask around mouth, bang covering eye, hooded. patterns of dark green on blade
Personality: elite, but modest. has reached 'zen' (inner peace and sense of natural balance)
Specialization (pick one only please, although im picking all xD!): trained in every, but still seeks improvement
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pst, IF this survives and IF people join in, once the first person comes, we can start, okdok? ^^

LilEdit: Please use the 'Edit' button if you have anything to add to your previous post. Thank you!

Character
Name: Reikand
Gender: M
Appearance: Extremely dark purple cape on top of black robe with black and deep blue striped hood. Dark Latin skin color, black hair to the small of the back, white eyes (completely).
Personality: Usually secluded and introverted, but becomes extrovert when provoked into battle. Battle makes Reikand charismatic and confident, something he hopes will eventually spread to other areas of life. Close to zen, if introversion can only be resolved.
Specialisation: Primarily Shadow, although he knows the scant basics of Blade and nothing of Guard.

Xera faced the setting sun, eyes marked with determination. Today, she was to drag herself to the Black Gates, the portal from Wesye to the territory of the Sharra...She held up her blade, eyes shining with pride as the reflection showed her face, as clear as a mirror. Then, she turned to the man beside her.

"Are you ready yet, Reikand?"

Reikand watched the sun trickle through the clouds. When he glanced over at Xera, he saw the bright reflection of the setting sun in her eyes. He smiled, anxious for the day to be over so they could enter the Gates. He nodded, looking in the distance at the Gates, near the horizon. He shifted his weight and took in a deep breath of air.

Character
Name: Rauven
Gender: M
Appearance: Black Hood with blood red interior. Always closed. Hood covering eyes. Black Leather Pants. Black Leather Boots. Voice like thunder.
Personality: Hard to talk to, unless trust or life is on the line. Very loyal once loyalty is proven to him. Avoids touch contact because of invulgar strength.
Specialisation: Blade initiate, some shadow

Character
Name: Ozymandias (might change spelling once I figure out the proper spelling)
Gender: M
Appearance: very regal looking, red cape, brown leather boots, and a dark, dark blue robe.
Personality: kingly, though not with a holier-than-thou attitude that some king people have. for the record, he's not a king, but he was where I got the cahracter. sarcastic occasionally
Specialization: Master of the Guard, known as the Bane of the Blade. dabbles in shadow.

EDIT: fixed spelling of Oz's name.

"Alright guys, we stand before the Black Gate. Our strengths to others are unmatched, our diligence unsurpassed...We will become the Sharra, together...we will be elite!"

The group journeyed forward, past the daunting Gates. Stepping through, the area became pitch black. A mere whisper could be heard, and a swish of the spear would have been deafening.

"Your test awaits. Fail, and go back."

The darkness suddenly changed to a magnificent aura of white. Just as suddenly, the area became a green forest with tall trees. This was the first test.

Get through, or fail.

Rauven covers his eyes with the sword, defiant. He looks to the others and takes the 1st step into the forest. Lots of trees. Still, no sound. Something here is not right. Never in my whole life i saw a forest so quiet. No flapping of wings, no snapping of branches... Wait, what was that?

Reikand looked around at the forest, silently admiring its replicated beauty. He chastised himself and prepared for what he had no doubt would be a set of long and strenuous tests. He stepped next to Rauven, putting a hand on the sword at his side.

Oz walked into the forest, his extencive armor under his robe clinking as he walked, but still seeming to look as if he was completely unguarded, save for a massive tower sheild at his front. He slowly looked around teh forest, taking in the silence, but not the beauty. "We're being watched..." he said with a low, heavy voice.

"Of course," Xera whispered.

She was already crouching, and expected the others to do the same. Blinking, she observed the forest, scanning from roots to trees. Then disappeared abruptly, unfollowed.

Appearing again, she sighed, barely audible.

"Behind the trees, there is a clearing. A woman there...she expected me. I am to leave you guys behind for now, all except one. Which of you is it then?"

Reikand crouched and moved forward, coming alongside Xera. He nodded, ready for whatever was to come. He put a steady hand on his hilt, unsure exactly what was about to happen. A small bead of sweat appeared on his brow, unbidden. He looked at Xera, measuring the coolness that showed.

"You pick" It was his first words all day. His voice, altho almost too low to even be heard, was gutural and seemed to echoe through the forest. The calmness took over his eyes, but still his fist held the great sword, with a dragon-claw handle, as if he was ready to battle the war of his life.

Oz thought about who would be best suited for a moment. "Do you anticipate a battle, a puzzle, or a test of skills?" he asked in his heavy voice, almost matching Rauven's in lowness. Each of them would be a great deal of help in one of the feilds, and less in the others.

Reikand thought about Oz' question, and immediately regretted jumping forward so quickly. He nodded in agreement with Oz. He slinked backward, even with the others. He dropped to a knee, trying to stay as low out of sight as possible.