Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32908780-20170827015522

Legend has it that long ago, the Scaled Calandar was formed from the tears of Gods mourning the death of the first living being to die. With the idea of Mortality instilled within them, they realized that all things must come to an end at some point, whether it be life, the world, or even them. From their tears was formed the Calendar, and a myriad of strange texts that prophesied the end times. As the Gods tried to stop the inevitable, they hid the Calandar at the top of the highest of mountains. But the fate they had created could not be stopped, and one lone man found himself at the peak of such a mountain. He is the first of the Harbingers- the bringer of the endtimes. When that time comes, he shall summon a group of Men, Women, Mamono, and Etherial Beings. Together, they will do as the prophecy permits.

The calender grows short. The time has come. The summoning- and the endtimes- has begun.

'Harbingers' is a RP based on the start of the end and the people who shall usher it in. They shall face resistance from themselves, others, and even the Gods. Your character will be one of such Harbingers, having been summoned at random to the peaks of the mountains, wether willingly or not.

To join, simply fill in the list below:

Name:

Class: (Be creative; In this fantasy environment you are permitted to work with anything up to gunpowder/magic/blades/explosives. Try to balance out your characters strengths and weaknesses!)

Equipment: (Once again, You may work with anything up to gunpowder [muskets; fireworks,] and with magical elements.)

Skills/Powers:

Harbinger Trait: (A trait bestowed upon every Harbinger summoned. Each character may have one trait, and traits can vary. [Think control of elements, seeing the future, speaking with animals, Matter Manipulation!])

Species: (Human and Mamano are allowed; along with demonic, undead, and angelic entities.)

Gender: (For sake of flexability, Mamono will be allowed to be a Male Variant.)

Age:

Personality:

Appearance: (Pictures or written descriptions will work either way.)

Background: (Optional.)

Maarkus sat within the summoning circle. Fifteen feet in diameter and carved into a small balcony overlooking the snowy mountains, this was the place that he would summon the new Harbingers to their destiny. Behind him trailed a winding staircase that lead to the rest of the temple. But for now he meditated, as he had done for days upon days upon days. The calandar says that today is the day... He thought as he waited. Smaller stone pedestals waited at regular intervals around the circle. Ripped from their place in the moment, regardless of their actions, This is where they would appear. If, they would appear... 