[B][SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT]I'm back now. I know I've been lacking in the blog department for about a week now and I feel insanely guilty for not being around more than I have, but I can't help that. I'll be around more often now that I have my Mac finally.

I'm here at Paradise Bakery near my house stealing their internet for no real reason than I don't want to be at my house on the internet. But the place is freaking freezing! They need to open a window or some doors or something and let the heat in. I think maybe moving to the sun would be a good thing, but that's all the way across the store, and I'm too lazy haha.

I have more to update you all on later! Talk to you in a bit eh?[/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]

[center]A RP project I am working on ;D often I will use this as my setting if I start up threads and such with my characters. I just need a place I can store and find all of the info I may or may not add on over time.

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[SIZE=7]The City of Alrigth[/SIZE]
[SIZE=4]You can sleep when you're Dead[/SIZE][/CENTER]



[RIGHT][SIZE=4]The City[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]These streets are dangerous kid, what you need to know.[/SIZE][/RIGHT][size=1][left]
Alrigth was once a proud and grand city, full of all the important people of the world. The city was prestigious and often traveled to by many from all over the world who sought entertainment and fame. The buildings were once made of the finest white ivory, many towering high into the sky. The streets were cobblestone, crowded every day with vendors and buyers, commoners and those of higher ranking. Not ten minutes would pass without being able to spy at least one hovercraft or finely decorated carriage and not a day would go buy when a show would not go on in one of the many opera houses, theatres or bars. Indeed, the times had been great and the people never happier, but it had all changed with the coming of the 12th war.

The 12th war had been a fast but very bloody war, rampaging through the lands until nothing seemed to be spared. Alrigth was no exception; many of the people were slaughtered mercilessly, buildings burned and destroyed without thought, and the city were plunged into a chaotic misery. When the war had ended not only was Alrigth left poor, so were the surrounding cities and countries. While many of the others' began to rebuild the once grand city seemed to stay still, wallowing in self pity that such a horrible thing could happen to them.

Such a slow start to rebuild their city has left Alrigth in dire states, much of the stonework was removed and instead replaced with brick or sometimes wood. The streets seemed dirtier, as did the buildings, and certainly everything was worse for wear. Many of the rich and famous had died in the war and soon more interesting guests came to pay the City their visits. It had become a place of Ruffians; outlaws and outcasts came to escape the law, the poor came to see it as a place of solace and the unwelcomed everywhere else found a sense of welcome within these city walls. That wasn't to say the city was void of [i]all[/i] good people, it was simply just filled with more of the unruly sort than the prim and proper. But what was the world to do? Alrigth had come to like it this way, so it would stay as such.
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[RIGHT][SIZE=4]The Shattered Sword[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Have a Drink, you've had enough.[/SIZE][/RIGHT]

[size=1][left]The Shattered Sword is one of the more frequented tavern/inns in what is left of Alrigth. It is a fair sized, two-story building that sits on the west side of the city, open from as early as 10 in the morning until as late as 4 the next morning. That is, if the patrons behave themselves and leave at closing hour! The inside of the building is just as shabby as the outside, with several sets of mismatched tables and chairs around the room, a long bar at the north end and a fireplace that looks as if it hasn't been cleaned for ages near the east wall. Behind the bar is an entry way to the kitchens, but most frequenters of the Shattered Sword tend to stay away from the food, finding it sickening at best. There are stairs that lead up to the second floor, which contains a few small rooms available to stay in (for the right price, of course).

The owners of the Shattered Sword are a Couple of mysterious origin; Wenta is a slim, well toned women in her late thirties. Though attractive many men do not try anything funny with her, even the drunkest of them. She is physically fit and it's rumored that she used to be a soldier in the war. Her husband, Braskas, is a very large and muscled man. He's quite a bit friendlier than his counterpart, though.[/left][/size]

[center][SIZE=7]The Empire of Kanshish[/SIZE]
[SIZE=4]All the riches in the world, and a knife in your throat.[/SIZE][/CENTER]


Kanshish is Pon’s neighboring country, although a much smaller one at that. Kanshish was an empire built by military power and had a heavy hand in politics not only in their own boarders but often, secretly, through their neighboring countries as well. It is a well known fact Kanshish is a country housing solely those of the dragon race; more commonly known as Drakein in their own lands. They do not take kindly to travelers or other races and are a very secretive people. Still, every house has it’s open window and Kanshish’s is probably Earigth, a small city close to the capital that will house travelers with no worries of their throats being slit for being in ‘Dragon land’. This is probably due to how close the land is, as previously stated, to the capital of Kanshish, Quaiyi. Quaiyi not only houses the Royal family, where the power of the empire lies, but also the Royal guard, which is known to be made up of few Drakein and often many more other races due to their skills and world knowledge.



[RIGHT][SIZE=4]Quaiyi, The Capital[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]A Proud Empire, or simply those who Deceive?[/SIZE][/RIGHT][size=1][left]

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My name is Lumina, and i am bored, i am new to this site and i have to get use to this. which is going to take me alittle while to do. i like the type of emoticon that this site has. i have no friends here. and i am REALLY BORED. i am still figuring out ways to get :gold: on here. so yea BLAH!!!

[center][size=2]So I spend a lot (sometimes not so much) of time coming up with character concepts and I would appreciate it if you did not take them from me, even if they are a little plain. :P Anyhow, as I start playing more characters and OCs of mine around the boards I will be storing their info here for my own personal reference as well as yours, so enjoy.[/size][/center]

[size=1][b]Name[/b] Leon Fenton
[b]Alias[/b] n/a
[b]Age[/b] 19
[b]Gender[/b] Male
[b]Species[/b] Human
[b]Sexuality[/b] Bisexual
[b]Eyes[/b] A bright blue in color
[b]Hair[/b] Something between a lighter brown and a natural ginger color.
[b]Other[/b] Very pale but smooth complexion, no visable scaring, freckles, birth marks, etc on his face. He has a pretty lanky build, stands at 5'11" and weighs probably less than he should. His hair is often cut just enough to hide his ears and is usually always tangled in a mess. It sometimes seems a bit oily due to his less than grand hygienic habits. Though when he does get dressed up he's rather stunning to look at, especially once washed ;D

[b]Likes[/b] Adams apples, feet, sun-naps, cigarettes, poker, gambling, parties, sweets, cakes, bright colors, the sea, cheap beer, slim girls, boxing, walking around in his bare feet, sharing beds, cuddling, kissing

[b]Dislikes[/b] Commitment, getting close to others, thunder, cold rain, snow, bitter foods, throwing up, not getting what he wants, being told what to do

[b]Personality[/b] Leon is, and always has been, very childish. He is selfish and craves attention so much that he often does really mean things to get it, feeling that negative attention is better than being ignored. He grew up believing this through lack of attentive parents and believes he can get away with such behaviors because he was quite spoiled while young if still neglected. He often has a smile on his face that he intentionally makes sure anyone he meets knows it's fake and he doesn't mean it, but that is pretty much his default expression. He often asks odd and irrelevant questions and likes to test how far he has to go to break someone's comfort level. He secretly wishes to be basically worshiped by at least one person though, always wishing he was needed by another. He is pretty moody but his bad moods don't often last all that long.

[b]History[/b] [i]coming soon![/i][/size]








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[size=1][b]Name[/b] Boris Filintz
[b]Age[/b] 26
[b]Appearance[/b] Boris has dark brown hair that is rather well kept and often cut short, the sides buzzed nicely and the top grown out just slightly. He wears it in the style similar to a soldier, perhaps. He has a tan, smooth complexion from long hours of work in the sun and stormy gray eyes. He has an easy smile and a rather calm demeanor. He stands at 5'7" and often wears simple clothing a farmer might adorn since he does actually do farm work. He has visible muscle on his body but he isn't ripped or anything like that.

[b]Personality[/b] Very calm and down to earth. Often too quiet for his own good and often passive toward others he is often termed unintelligent more often than not. He doesn't mind though, because truly he enjoys helping others and will do anything that another will request of him regardless if he perceives this person to be good or bad. He is fairly friendly toward strangers and can surprise you with how well he is at keeping conversations going and how intelligent he actually is, even if he's just 'some farmer'. He often enjoys an afternoon pipe of tobacco and a good book, usually drifting off into day dreams of adventure and splendor. He's hard pressed to let anyone know about such things, though.

[b]History[/b] Boris grew up in a small village quite far off from the farm he now lives on; his mother was a seamstress and his father a sailor. They never had much income but were happy no less. Boris was the eldest of six other children, totaling seven kids, and often was made to watch after them. When he and his first youngest brother were old enough his father would take them on his ship to help with the work and more often than not bring back a better haul. Around when he was 13 a terrible storm had rolled, ruining his father's ship and his father! Though his mother counted it as a blessing that her husband had not died, he much rather would have been lost to the great sea. He lost both of his legs in the accident and could no longer work, putting his family in very dire states.

It was then decided that Boris was old enough to work and he was sent to one of the neighboring farms, sending back the little he made and often feeling very lonely. He did not resent his family for it though, he knew that they counted on him now and his brothers would gain the same deal when they were the right age.

When he was 19 his father passed away from a very bad flu just as winter was ending, though he had never effected the boy that deeply. His mother often went through bouts of depression after it happened and he'd try to visit as often as he could to keep her from crawling too deeply into her hole of sadness.

When he was 21 he moved away from the village and settled in his current farm, Lazy Day Pastures. The owners were a rather well off (for farmers) older couple who hired many different hands at many different times, few stayed more than a year ever. Boris had become attached though; he had a warm bed and quiet sleeping quarters, he was fed and kept dry and payed a small amount each month for whatever he deemed fit, which was all that he could ask for in life. He'd been working at the farm for five years, though lately he'd been feeling a pull of something greater, letting his fantasies take him more often.[/size]

[b]Name[/b] Kama Karim [size=1][i](Pr. kah - mah . Kah - rim)[/i][/size]
[b]Alias[/b] ~
[b]Gender[/b] Male
[b]Age[/b] 19
[b]Appearance[/b] Kama has a very dark complexion that contrasts greatly to his stunning gray-silver hair and eyes, which his clan is known for. His hair has grown pretty long, though most of the royals never cut their hair throughout their lives and it ends up being extremely long. Kama's sits just past his shoulder blades, but is usually kept in a loose tie behind his neck.

[b]Personality[/b] He is a very pompous, rude male due to his upbringing. At the same time he is very curious and almost childish of his new surroundings (please read through the history ;D).

[b]History[/b]