Secret of the Medallions

[Roland Karloseth]

2257. A year where all hell breaks loose. Look around now, and all you see are the scarred remains of war and anarchy. It wasn't always like this, Earth used to be a utopia. The technological advances were so extreme. No one ever got sick because the air and everything else was kept sterile, for all pollutants had been wiped from the face of the earth. No one ever wanted for food or any other material objects. Everyone had finally learned to get along. At least, before the Medallion Wielders came to be, that is...

I suppose before I continue, I should introduce myself. My name is Karloseth, and I am the leader of the group that became known as the Medallion Wielders. What's that, you say? Fine. I shall now explain the concept of the Medallion Wielders.

As I said, Earth was at peace. However, the countries remained independent, and ruled themselves. The government feared of a day where this would not be the case. Therefore, each country trained a select few in the ways of combat. These men and women served as the silent protectors of the nations. They were known to the public, yes, but it was made sure that they remained shrouded in mystery. No one but us knew our purpose, which was to protect all. The Medallion Wielders were selected as children, usually as young as three years old. They were taught in the way of all combat: martial arts, marksmanship, swordsmanship - You name it, they were taught it.

The children were then given a test. It was considered their "coming of age" test by many. They were to duel their teacher. If the student won, they were given a medallion to wear to symbolize that they were ready for anything the world could throw at them. Failure resulted in death, no exceptions.

The medallions they were given, made of pure gold (or silver, for each student had a choice of the two) and set with a diamond in the middle, had secret powers. This was a rumor that was whispered throughout all the lands. Funny how that turned out to be quite a bit more than a myth...

Before long, war broke out. Some countries banded together, intent on bringing everyone under their rule. Something peculiar had happened, for the human race was peaceful, as I mentioned before. Many blamed the Medallions, and therefore the Medallion Wearers were shunned by all. The people fought their own war.

The Medallion Wielders, having no where else to turn, went to each other. We formed our own little society, of which I was in charge. We lived in shadows, and became just that: shadows of our former selves. before long, the warring nations brought us back into the fray, and many of my fellow Medallion Wielders were killed. Some fled, never to be seen again.

I now walk the battlefields, wondering if anyone else survived...  

[Roland Karloseth]

RULES and other such info

This is a closed RP. This means that to RP here, you absolutely MUST PM me your character first.

No cybering (keep the RP PG-13, guys)
no godmodding
Be respectful

This RP will start off before the war mentioned above, as the Medallion Wielders are trained. Later, I will introduce said war and destruction.

Please fill out the following form to apply for this RP (colored the way it is too, it makes it easier to read)(all character pictures should be from tektek.org)(when making a Medallion Wielder character, please include some sort of visible necklace)

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[Roland Karloseth]

Characters

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Username: 0-0Roland Deschain0-0
Character Name: Karloseth
Character Age: 27
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Character Background: Karloseth is one of the last remaining Medallion Wielders. He has always been the one to represent the group in any conversation or negotiation, and became the leader of the organization of warriors. He received a bad wound during his "coming of age" test, and lost his eye as a result. It was replaced with a glowing fake.
Character Personality: Karloseth has always been blunt and straight-forward: If he doesn't like you, he will tell you to your face. Lately, he has been more mellow. He seems remorseful for the way things wound up.
Character Abilities: Karloseth himself has no abilities that cannot be achieved by normal training. He is a master of all weapons. His Medallion enables the ability to stop time. His gloves are able to store massive amounts of energy, which can be called upon to take form of any object that might be needed.
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Username: Xx-Dark-Pisces-xX
Character Name: Tokk Arden
Character Age: 23
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Character Background: Tokk hails from a long line of martial arts masters, and was conditioned as an infant to withstand high levels of pain. Before being swept away by the Medallion Wielders as a child, his father marked him with the customary X-shaped scar of their heritage, signifying that he was a child unworthy of the family blessing, and cast him out. He was found several weeks later in the desert, deep in a hibernating state of meditation.
Character Personality: He is a quite, patient sort, with an even temper and a stubborn resolve. He gets along well with anyone who respects his need for peace while meditating. He has a large appetite and eats whenever possible.
Character Abilities: He is an expert in Chu Gar Kung Fu and uses his skills to supplement the powers given to him by his medallion: the ability to manipulate earth. He can sense his targets around him by feeling their vibrations through the ground, and meditates often to clear his mind.
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Username: Sentama Lin
Character Name: Connell Maurius Schößburg
Character Age: 16
Character Picture: Nota Bene: The wings on his back and his head and the swirl of angelic wind only happens should he choose to manifest life energy in that form. Otherwise those things are not shown.

Character Background: Connell grew up in a small, religious, and cloistered academic community surrounded in the forests and valleys of Switzerland. Seeds of peace and order were planted in him at an early age by his intellectual and spiritual tutors; as he grew, his fascination with the divine grew with him. Unfortunately, his focus on the divine and the other world distanced him from the real world he lived in, and many speculated that the logical extension of his training would result in his chosen removal from the material world to concentrate on the purely divine.
Character Personality: Indeed, he began to distance himself from his tutors and friends and fellow medallion wielders. He has an aire of extreme politeness, mildness, and gentleness when dealing with people but possesses a quality of objectivity and distance from the real world. His qualities make him extremely difficult to approach unless there is reason to approach him. Whenever not focused on a task ordered to him he spends his time in silence or praying.
Character Abilities: He carries two silver medallions: one with Leben inscribed and one with Tod inscribed. While he wasn't blessed with the strength or alacrity of other medallion wielders, he was blessed with amazing (yet controlled) constitution and the powers of controlling the life energies of the world. More specifically, his powers involve the change or transfer of life energy. His main uses are for healing purposes: at the sacrifice of his own life energy he can revitalise and heal the wounds and injuries of people he chooses to help. He can also remove sickness from targets by transferring the malady to himself (at a later time he can transfer that sickness to another target). As a last resort, he can release life energies into heat and light.
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Username: Kerrigan_dragon
Character Name: Tori
Character Age: 18
Character Picture: ((Her fashion changes with her mood. At the moment she's going for a tough-fighter chick. Usually her tastes are a little more feminine, but always surprisingly and deceptively practical.))

Character Background: She'd been born directly into the Medallion Wielders, one of the very few, and her father had expected great things from her, but died before he got to see her begin to grow into a person, only as a small child. Her father had been her life (a real daddy's girl, through and through) but once he died, she distanced herself from what he's wanted. She became obsessed with outer appearance, and some people believed that she didn't win the fight against her teacher, only slept with him to get her way.
Character Personality: A sickeningly sweet, yet pretentious little b***h... is oftentimes the first impression people have of her. She is one of those girls who will smack their gum loudly in class while talking loudly about boys to her friends on the other side of the room, but in the back of her head she'll be thinking about quantum mechanics and the meaning of life. She's rather vain, but works harder to make up for it. However, she doesn't let it show. She feels that she needs to "uphold her reputation," and so makes it appear that she's a dumb ditz. In fact, she's a huge bookworm and loves to read more than anything.
Character Abilities: The power her medallion gave her is to write. When she uses a writing implement and writes on any surface, in any language, she can create spells. (eg. if she wrote "protection" on the tag of her shirt, it would act as armour to her. Or if she wrote "refill" on a basket of food, it wouldn't get empty. Or perhaps even write on a log "turn into a dog and bite my mother's leg" well... you can guess what'd happen.) All spells fade after a week, and she has to rewrite them then. She keeps a collection of pens with her at all times. She also is immune to alcohol, drugs, and poison, and her immunity is contagious through touch. (eg. if she went to a bar, and hugged a friend who was stumbling drunk, in 30 seconds to a minute the friend would become completely sober.) She is, however, unaware of this power. This comes not from her medallion, but is her own power.
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Username: Viral C
Name: Rain Metal
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Age: ??
Background: Rain is a lively and mysterious creature that has been rumored to have been created spontaneously by the sky and is an incarnation of nature and its life energy. He is often seen playing an odd instrument that is on his fore arms and inside his helmet that can imitate any instruments sound and imitate multiple instruments at once. He is one with nature and the creatures in it and often plays to calm the creatures of the land or summon them into battle.

In the presence of Rain there is always a light, warm rain that falls despite the weather and hardly ever gets anything wet unless Rain is there for an extended period of time. His abilities are weather based and in some cases he can control the weather.
Personality: Rain is calm and lively and will often listen to another’s ails to try and help them. He is not very social but will risk his own safety and even his life to help a teammate. He often takes in the mana of nature as his source of power to generate his abilities to modify the weather and manipulate it to his liking.

Rains Medallion that has “Sky” written on the back of it gives Rain the ability to manipulate the present weather
Abilities: Rain uses natures mana to generate his attacks and his medallion gives him the power to manipulate the weather
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Username: invisible-weirdo
Character Name: Lilith Geifal
Character Age: 20
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Character Background: Prior to being taken by the Medallion Weilders, she lived a very nomadic lifestyle. Her mother had been cast out from her family and homeland for reasons that never became known to Lilith. Due to constantly being moved about as a child, she can adapt to nearly any situation. The katana that she constantly carries by her side was the only thing, besides Lilith herself, that her mother was allowed to take with her when she was exiled.
It is said that she was able to finish her ‘coming of age’ test in record time, though there are few who are willing to speak of the incident.
Character Personality: Lilith is not one for excessive speaking and is usually seen by others as a cold and calculating kind of person. She seems to regard most people with indifference unless they prove to be ‘interesting’ in her eyes. However, she does have a separate personality that emerges in moments of extreme stress. This other self is rash, impulsive, and above all, bloodthirsty. It lives for the thrill of battle and has a near insatiable bloodlust. These lapses have only happened a handful of times and she is usually able to recover fairly quickly, but by then the damage is already done.
Character Abilities: Though she is not the strongest physically, her agility allows her to hold her own in battle. Her Medallion gives her the ability to control fire (however, Lilith cannot generate the flame so she is required to carry around a small silver lighter). In addition, her pain tolerance is incredibly high, though this sometimes causes her to push her body a little too far.

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Username: Erverain
Character Name: Marcellus Wallace
Character Age: 23-ish (they aren't quite sure)
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Character Background: Born in a somewhat out-of-the-way area (read: the boonies), Marcellus was an odd child. Before being "scouted" by the Order of the Medallion (as it was called in his area), he was very much an introvert, often immersed in books or building with small stones and blocks. This only became worse after first his mother, then father passed on. It is due to this fact that his exact date of birth is unknown, as he was picked up by the Order after their deaths, and so could not have a complete file made up.
During his training, his latent psychokinetic abilities emerged, though only to the extent of moving things a matter of inches.
Character Personality: Very withdrawn, Marcellus rarely speaks to other people. It is unknown as to the exact reason for this, aside from the deaths of his parents early in his life.
Character Abilities: Wielding limited telekinetic abilities, Marcellus can effect the world around him in small ways. After his "test," the amulet he received resonated with his mind, unlocking further abilities of limited teleportation and telepathy. Marcellus must always keep a mental "wall" up, or he would be overwhelmed by the ambient thoughts of his companions. By focusing through the medallion, inscribed with the word Pathos, Marcellus can affect things on a molecular level, though manipulating atomic structure for more than a minute is an exhausting experience.
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Username: Bass20XX
Character Name: Reyix Forth
Character Age: 20
Character Picture:
Character Background: Born as the sole heir to a family of Medallion Wielders unable to actually use their family Medallion, Reyix had no expectations of greatness placed on his shoulders. To suddenly wake up (or not, as the case may be) in someone else’s dream sealed his fate, and now lives in the Wielder training village.
Character Personality: The silent hunter type, Reyix mostly keeps to his self around people he is unfamiliar with.
Character Abilities: With the power of his medallion Reyix has the ability to walk through dreams and induce visions, at the cost of leaving his physical body completely vulnerable.  

[Roland Karloseth]

((Lets get this show on the road, shall we?))

BZZZZT! BZZZZT! BZZZZT! BZZZZT!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

BZZZZT! BZZZZT! BZZZZT! BZZZZT!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... wuzzat?

Karloseth sat up. He REALLY didn't want to get out of bed today. He still hadn't quite gotten over last nights party. "I suppose I had better get up, Sensai will kick my a** again if I don't show up today." He got up and put his clothes on. He grabbed his gloves and put them on as well. He eyed the gloves for a while. They were a gift from his girlfriend. He smiled at the thought of her, and got up and wandered into his kitchen, where he rummaged through his cabinents looking for some food. He finally settled on a bowl of cereal, which he ate quickly. He then headed to the training grounds.  

[Spifflicious]

Silence. That was the mark of a good morning. The gray overcast had driven away the sharp trill of the morning songbirds, and the day was not old enough to spawn the incessant thrum of the forest insects. Tokk Arden sat cross-legged in the sparring circle of the training grounds, focusing on naught but the beautiful silence around him. He steadied his breathing, making no sound but that which his body forced upon him. He shut out thoughts of food, of home, of comfort. Breathing was all he needed to live... In... Out... In... Out... I-... the hell is that?!

Tokk opened his eyes to the sound of the younglings bursting from the dining hall for morning classes. Their shrill laughter cut through his concentration like a butcher's knife. "Oh, for the love of..." He stood angrily to his feet and stomped the ground hard, assuming a mantis stance. The ground around him trembled, and tiny cracks appeared all around his feet. He would have to continue his meditation later... for now, he would warm up for the day's activities.  

[Sentama Lin]

Leben, Tod, Leben, Tod, Leben, Tod, Leben, Tod...

Connell was sitting underneath a tree, waiting for the other medallion wielders to appear. His mind, when not focused on a task given by his mentors or the leader of the wielders, always kept repeating those words. Life, death, life, death. His mind followed exactly what the world followed.

"You're late..." He muttered to Karloseth and others that seemed to approach.  

[Spifflicious]

Tokk opened his eyes slowly and looked to his left, just in time to see Karloseth stride past him in a bit of a rush. He smiled a humored half-smile and spoke, "Late again this morning, Karloseth?" He stood upright, dropped the large boulder he had been suspending with a crash, and walked after the man, his ragged scarf whipping in the light morning breeze.

A short time later they arrived under a tree where Connell sat waiting. Upon hearing him mutter "You're late..." Tokk answered with a dry bit of cheer in his voice. "Ah yes, but better late than never? Or perhaps not. Not here, at least. Sensai is rather short-tempered." He decided not to bring up the fact that he had been up with the daylight and to the sparring ring before the sun had left the horizon.  

[Sentama Lin]

"If you guys slept earlier, you guys wouldn't have that problem..." He said with what almost looked like a small smile. He loosened his grip on his medallions and re-attached the necklace to his neck, tucking it under his long coat. He brushed a bit of his ruffled white hair away from his face and looked at the training grounds. Sensai wasn't here, the people were here. He did realise that it would be awkward to continue to stay silent, so he decided to at least be personable.

"Sensai isn't here yet... He's always late... always late... and he tells you two to get here yet." He said with a cool laugh before turning to both of them. "So... how about it...? Why don't we spar while we wait...?" He said, his hands glowing a gentle white.  

[Roland Karloseth]

"Haha, well, I was a bit... busy last night. Anyway, I'm all up for sparring for a bit." Karloseth said. He activated his gloves, and his hands were surrounded by a blue flame-like aura.  

[Spifflicious]

Tokk grinned. He was in his element now. Combat. Pure combat for combat's sake. That's just the way he liked it.

He closed his eyes and breathed out sharply, sounding a bit like an infuriated bull. Then he planted his feet in the ground, send a fierce rumble across the training facility. He raised his right arm in front of him like a drawn blade, curling the other behind him in the small of his back, and bowed politely to his sparring partner.  

[Roland Karloseth]

Karloseth took one fist and layed it against his other open palm, held out in front of his chest, and bowed his head slightly. He then hurled an energy ball at Tokk and waited to see his reaction.  

[Spifflicious]

Tokk smirked as his friend shot an energy ball his way. He flexed both arms inward and raised them sharply, lifting a wall of rock from beneath him to absorb the blow. Then he jumped forward, stomped once, popping a large rock loose, and roundhouse-kicked the loosed boulder towards his opponent.  

[Roland Karloseth]

Karloseth shot an energy beam at the incoming boulder, catching it and swinging it around. He then swung it over his head and slammed it into the ground, and used the momentum to launch himself into the air. He started to come down, aiming a kick at Tokk.



"ENOUGH HORSING AROUND!!" Boomed a loud voice. Karloseth landed and stood still as Sensai came into view. "Seriously Karloseth, your test is tomorrow. What good will it do you to kill yourself today? Today is the last day of your freedom, of your 'childhood.' No training today, for anyone. Go do something more interesting."

"Yes Sensai." Said Karloseth. "Thank you Sensai."  

[Kerrigan_dragon]

Tori finished curling her hair and stood back from the mirror to admire herself for a moment, before she glanced over at the clock. "Gorram, I'm half an hour late!" She quickly threw her stuff on her bed, looked in the mirror one more time to make sure her outfit was good, then bolted out of her room and into the training courtyard. As she ran, she wrote on her arm with a pen she had tucked away "internal alarm clock." So occupied was she, that she didn't even notice where she was going, and ran right into Sensai from behind. "Oops, sorry miste- Sensai! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- I'm sorry!"  

[Spifflicious]

Tokk stood bolt upright when he heard his master's booming voice. If he knew one thing, it was respect for authority. He turned to face his sensai and bowed politely. "Good morning, Sensai."

Just then, Tori came puffing up, looking disheveled and out of breath. Tokk shook his head in annoyance and shot her a glare then stood straight again.