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[Randgris]

Name: Reimus Eisenhart
Race: Tr'ilyani
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: (see attachment)
Personality: Quiet, observant, calm, intelligent (almost intelligent as an average Paragon), he was often mistaken as someone who is cold, apathetic and anti-social, always keeping things to himself, not telling his problems to anyone.
Weapons: Dragon Staff
Magic:
Fire Boomerang: Casts a boomerang of fire that inflicts fire damage towards a target.
Sword Wind: Casts a stable force of wind, dealing wind damage to a single target
Ice Missile: Casts an icy projectile against a single target, dealing ice damage and a chance to slow down target's movement in a short amount of time.
Lightning Ball: Casts a lightning ball against a single target, dealing electricl damage.
Spike Stone: Casts a large spike of stones from the ground, dealing earth damage and possibly stunning the target.

Signature Move:
Gravity Field: Increase the gravity within 30 feet of Reimus 5 times the normal, slowing everyone down while inflicting medium damage. Lasts for 1 minute, Reimus cannot move or cast any other spell making him vulnerable.

Additional info: He is afraid of confined spaces, likes to hang out in places where there are lots of books and dislikes large crowds. Everything about his past, he tried to forget, constant meditation helps him clear his mind of negative things.

[Monkey4Soul]

Three each, all right! If someone feels like making the first RP'ing post, be my guest.

Albel, X can develop his signature move over time, as I assume everyone else did.

[Albel]

OOC: The creator is supposed to start it, but i'll give it a try.

Paragon Training facility
A voice echoes over a large training room, the size of three plane hangers. There were twenty four Paragon's standing around the entrance "Attention all soldiers, the next training program is will be the Forest of Gaki. Your mission is to capture the leader of a rebel group hiding within. Program will start in ten minutes".

OOC: But thats just for the other Paragon players if they want to do it.

[Monkey4Soul]

ooc:i wouldve started if no one posted at a certain time. Mikial sets a book on a table next to him. "That means me. Let us see which of these go undeserving of the title of perfection." Grabbing his blade, he leaves the library. Will make first Tr'ilyani post when I can use a keyboard and not my PSP.

[Albel]

X
"This is going to be fun, isnt it". I say to the nearest person, clearly very excited "Cant wait. Its the first time I've been in a training room". The muscly person I was talking to had a very big axe on his shoulder and a very annoyed look on his face "Is that your weapon... Its pretty old school" I say, pointing to the axe. The man grunts but makes no comment.

[eiko guy]

Kos Mos
I scan the Paragon around me. Many of their power levels were pitiful. They neded more traning before they could truly be beasts on the batlefield. But as usual therewas a few exceptions. "Now you all know the rules I hope. Murdering other Paragon is frowned upon" I eyed a few of the more violent of the group "Use your ful arsenal of weapons. Don't be afraid you won't hurt any of us instructors. Don't expect us to g without a fight though. Prepare yourself now while you still can."

[Monkey4Soul]

Hiya, guys! My internet was down (again) and I couldn’t really do much until now.

In any case, here’s the Tr’ilyani post I promised:

“The plains quiver with tension! Another battle is upon us!” “The gods have tasked us with destroying those who are a mockery of life. They have blessed us with their arcane power.” “The battles that rage between good and evil are plenty, and we who would fight for the good of the gods are losing!” “Have the gods forsaken us?” “Have they really told us to take this mission?” the crowd is restless. Another war rally in Ilihand’s village. “Where is Illihand?! He and his are to lead us into this battle!” The large crowd of warriors is bordering on ravenous until the leader appears from his stone cottage. He is tall, muscular, and young. A large, elaborate tattoo covers his body, war paint covers his face. From his waist down, he is clad in leather armor. His broad shoulders are cloaked by a flowing cape. Like all village leaders, his head is shaved bald. Although he appears, the crowd does little to pay him the respect of silence. They continue their clamor until he speaks: “My family! Will you have the gods ashamed of you? To think that you know the workings of the cosmos is a lie. You are born and bred warriors, not priests! Shame on you for speaking against the gods! We lose because of sins such as the manner of these that we let loose like fire from our tongues. And how easily and remorselessly it happens!” The crowd silenced itself. You can feel the shame of the warriors. “The gods speak, so listen!” he continued, “They shout their blessing, even now when we would turn our backs on them. Listen! They shout their encouragement to us, their swords here on this earth. Listen! They sing their song for us! Hear its tune, and be invigorated! Tonight, we strike, into the heart of the beast! Until then, let us rejoice, for we have three warriors who have shown amazing potential. Reimus Eisenhart, Coger Requiel, and Serena Lassan, please step forward. Speak to your audience, noble fighters. What words of encouragement have you for them?”

And for the paragon:

“Question!” One patron quipped. “How much of this is simulated?” “Haha, you’ll have to find out for yourself! Okay. Ready yourselves, units. Sequence will begin in 12 minutes. Furthermore, we will no longer accept more than the twenty units already here. In those twelve minutes, you are free to go about the forest and do as you please. Any injuries suffered before the training sequence begins will result in the termination of your participation as well as thirty demerits. Any fatalities will result in the destruction of the offender’s gear and ten years of exile from The City. Keep in mind that there are three instructors in the forest who will act as medics for all patrons. I think that is all. Any announcements I missed as well as the instruction to begin your search will be conveyed via the intercom pieces in your ears. With that, go and hide or whatever, training begins in ten minutes!” In a flash, all twenty Paragon spread out into the forest, waiting for the word go.

[eiko guy]

KOS MOS
"GO!" Isay through speakers and the contestants begin. I notce two Paragon are fighting together and are augmenting each other's strength. "Good effort" I say to myself before turning and seeing a lone Paragon attempting to go against one of the larger beasts of the forest alone. "Too cocky would think" I say before my arm transfers into a dagger I run andslash at his back leaving a long gash. He turns and pulls out a gun. He shoots several rounds and smoke flies up. I catch the bullets with TK and when the smoke clears I launch them back. "NOw lets get these wounds fixed" I say bending down to help him. "And yes you are disqualified."