Planet Minecraft

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Really confusing. I would say to re-write the backstory.

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Still pretty confusing. Is he a human or a demon or what? From the appearance description it sounds like a demon but the Backstory makes him out to be a regular guy who went to hell and then something happened.

And that's about all I got from it.

I may join soon...this seems like an interesting concept.

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Undead
Name: Seve Lyrik
Age: 19
Appearance:http://m.youtube.com/?reload=3&rdm=m4vdvn1tu#/watch?v=sR6g0auvcJs the second Alice
Weapon: Shortsword
Covenant:
Dialogue: Seve quickly ran, sweat beading on his brow. He dared a glance over his shoulder. 'Damn.' He thought when he saw that he was being chased. He drew his sword, and turned, ready to fight for his life.
Backstory:http://m.youtube.com/?reload=3&rdm=m4vdvn1tu#/watch?v=sR6g0auvcJs Hear the second Alices backstory? Think that, just without the Wonderland junk. I'll write it down more detailed when I get some time.
Anything Else? Holy fishsticks batman!

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Holding off judgement for now until he edits it and goes into more detail in the back story. As it is now though, if I were to go on the 'backstory' he lists in that video I would have to say denied.

Undead

Name: Khoric Nightingale

Age: 21

Appearance:

Weapon: A long steel blade, and two short, curved daggers. They were also in the color of silver, a small etching in the side of the the swift weapons. It was a gold etching, with the letters K.N.G written in an unknown language.

Covenant: None, your majesty.

Dialogue: Khoric didn't falter in his silent steps, leaning tight against a wall. The old, concrete wall was slightly crumbling, with the moderately sized rocks falling to the earth floor with a silent thump. The creatures, a ghastly figure with pink, rotten skin with dried blood around the skull. They came in all kinds of sizes, and wasn't very attentive, their swords and shields rusted. Nodding, Khoric swiftly sneaked behind one of them, who appeared to be away from the others, as if a loner. Quickly grabbing the rotten head, Khoric stuck one of his curved daggers into the undead, watching as the fine steel sliced into it's soft cranium. Nodding slightly, he took out a few more in the same manner, but the undead was getting wiser, and they all suddenly turned to him, weapons raised. looking at them calmly, he whipped out his cutlass, getting into a quick fighting stance. ''On guard, foul beasts...'' was the words spoken as he fought to the death.

Backstory: Khoric, I guess you can say, was a bit average to say the least. He grew up in a slightly safe city, away from the violence and judgemental people his father told him of in the stories. He had his mother's black hair, and his father's sharp face. He had an education, and considered himself smart. Well, there was one problem. He was bored.

At first, Khoric didn't think much of his predicament, after all, alot of people can get bored, yes? Well, it wasn't that he was just bored, it was that he was lusting after adventure, after fame. So, confused with all of these needs, he sneaked into the town's weapon store, which was old and dusty from no one needing any weapons. He found two curved daggers, which beauty hypnotized him into stealing them, loving the feel of the cold, metallic texture of their handles and a fine steel cutlass, which would help if he was seen. Oh yes, did I fail to mention his love of sneaking. It was just exhilarating, no one seeing you as you sneak pass, trying to steal your father's antique katana, which was mostly useless. Everyone had this need, don't they?

Well, after getting all of these items, he found a leather...coat? It was revealing his mid-driff, which was hardened from the work he does to help out his father, and covered his chin and mouth. It was flowing and long, but who was he to argue? He equipped the leather armor, and left the scene quickly, rushing into his home. What he failed to realize was that he wasn't very...survivalish? That was going to be his downfall, that's for sure. He left his old, weathered house in that morning, his equipment in a travel sack he used for carrying the grain from the fields. His parents didn't notice him leaving the town, and that was for the better, he supposed. He found some old people, well, he assumed they were old, at a nearby camp, quite a ways from his home. He was startled when they turned to him, and screamed, as if it were a battle cry. Surprised by the suddenly hostile folk, he watched as they charged at him, weapons he didn't see, raised. He had just enough time to slash his cutlass through one's neck, and turned around to stab it through another's skull. The last one, sadly, managed to kill him with a sharp bludgeoning from his hammer. He felt cold as his body fell to the ground, dead. What he didn't know, however, was that he was being reborn...undead, in a place far from here.

Anything Else? Fish sticks are good, I supposed. Dipped in sauce, now that's what you call snackin'.

Assuming you mean WITHOUT the revolver in the appearance

I'll pass judgement when the backstory is up.

Yes, without the revolver. Also, I will get the backstory up soon...

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Undead
Name: Lika of the Night
Age: 27
Appearance:

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Weapon: The one that's in the picture pretty much. Uses a shield named "Shadow Hand" and a blade known as "Lighdimmer"
Covenant: None (Currently)
Dialogue: Lika stood at the doorway, her chest was oozing with blood. She opened a lever, and then a demon stood up, and charged at her. Without time to react, the demon impaled him. Through her armor, though her chest, and back out. Lika was finally dead...
Backstory: Lika was born in Laukremm, before it turned to the undead city. Her parents thought him as "different," as she had long black hair, compared to their blonde hair, and she liked to solve her problems with violence. After some time, she went to the town's blacksmith, Lorren, and bought a set of armor, and a long sword. She ran away from the town. It wasn't her parents fault, she just wanted to go adventure. A long time of traveling happened. She had her blade, and she thought she was ready to enter Aizer's Library. Before she entered, she was attacked by a strange man. The man cut her chest, but she won. She stood at the archway. She saw a lever, and pulled it. Without any time to react, a demon came out and impaled her. Lika was finally dead... or so it seemed. She woke up in a crypt, looked down, and saw that the stab through the chest was gone, but in it's place, was a blood mark. She was undead...
Anything Else? Holy Fishsticks that was short. I don't want to write two different stories...

Because we don't have a covenant yet...
Name: Th'raa the Serpent Lord
Covenant: The Blood of The Serpent
Covenant description: This was the first covenant. The people who joined them willingly had no scars left, but those indoctrinated have gotten scars from their back of their head, to almost the facial regions. Their members' blood marks appear to be a more "Greeny" colour, and appear to ooze a toxic liquid every once in while.
Appearance:

Spoiler

Dialogue: Th'raa watched over his servants. As he was walking down, he saw someone running towards him. "DIE!" The strange man yelled. Th'raa grabbed the strange man's head, and it erupted in a near cataclysmic explosion.
Backstory: Th'raa was the leader of the attack against Thrauk. During the battle he noticed something. It was a green stone, with a snake eye in it. He saw it as a gift from the gods. He put it in his armor and ran. Thrauk blew fire at him, and his armor melted onto his skin. The stone was imbued in his chest, but he wasn't dead. After the heroes defeated Thrauk, something happened. Thrauk's spirit went into them all, and they mutated. Some didn't, but most became hideous monsters. All of the non-mutated became near immortal deities, while only a small section of the monsters became deities. Th'raa wasn't lucky to survive as a pure human. His skin molded around his armor, and he writhed in pain. He thought he died. He woke up, his skin was scaled, and he looked like a snake. He wanted to reverse this, but he couldn't alone. He noticed his powers, he could indoctrinate people, so he took the importunity. He indoctrination as many undead he could, and he fleed. Fleed into Thrauk's Temple...
Anything Else? Holy Fish, sticks are amazing.

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OMG TOTALLY DENIIIED but not really.