Phill Valier

In the beautifully built city of Obsidia remarkably carved and forged with skilled hands from a massive mountain of Obsidian the cities Namesake. A Negotiation was going on between the people of Izirtih , and its King Tarone and his Nobles. This meeting was Crucial and could potentially save or ruin the country. Phill knew this and had advised the King to allow the people of Izirith to make decisions for themselves, and be allowed to educate themselves in what they want. However the King Tarone did not heed his advise, and called him a coward, to soft.  He was then ejected from the council of Nobles, and his family Disowned him. Phill had no regret in his decision, he no longer wanted to protect the beliefs of the wealthy or anyone who saw the people he lead as simple creatures to be ruled over like cattle.

Phill was a member of a proud highly prominent member of a noble family, he was a a very different part of the family, he had little interest for money, only in knowledge, and the art of magic. His family however educated in the art of fighting, money, and rule of people. As he was taught to take on the roll of ruling people he began to realize that Izirith could be much better, if everyone was given equal opportunity, when he voiced these opinions he shunned, and viewed as an outcast of the family. However his brilliance soon moved him onto the Noble council where he thought he could change the system if he could get some support outside of his family. What happened next resulted in this. Phill had come the negotiation dressed like a commoner monk, with dark red robes, and black sash, his hood up. He watched and listened carefully for what was being said in the auditorium. His forest green eyes darting back and forth from  King Tarone, and the third commoner representative Velia Kai. She was a strong woman from the Northern parts of Izirith, she was before being chosen to lead the commoners , she was a hero for many common workers when an avalanche covered a town completely. She decided to lead a group of five hundred to the avalanche covered town and rescue who she could.

"Tarone,  You have not given us a reason why we cannot be given the same opportunities as the nobles that surround you today. In fact I don't see what gives you the right to lead the People of Izirith, and saying that you were born in the posistion gives you divine right is not a reason anymore!"  Velia said strongly offending any of those on Kings side, while getting a strong wave of support from her side. 

The king moved his mouth to speak however he was interrupted.

" You know Tarone I suggest we have democratic administration in this country instead of having someone who just happens to be born into leadership. That proves nothing!"

"That’s enough!" The King  yelled," " I will not bow before any commoner, I would rather beheaded then see a democratic rule. Velia I will have no further wish to negotiate if you do continue, I will have you executed!" Tarone said furiously getting up and leaving. 

Phill quickly left, this was the last straw and he knew tonight Velia would be attacked he, had to stop this before it turned into a full on civil war.

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Characters

Name: Djarina
Age: 17
Looks: Pink mohican and multiple piercings on her ears and nose. Elfin features and cynical blue eyes. Delicate, childlike body which is generally covered in bruises from messing around on the streets. Tries to make herself seem bigger than she is with big boots and baggy clothes.
Personality: She doesn't really believe that the revolution will work but doesn't have anything better to do, and has a rebellious and fiery personality, so decides to try and help because she hates authority. She is brave but doesn't want to be thought of as a hero. She does things without thinking, can be stupid and rash but has a good heart- it's just hidden by her disgust with the world. Active and adventurous, gets into trouble.
Backround: She grew up in a poor, crime filled neighbourhood. Her father disappeared when she was 6 and she doesn't know much about him because her mother drinks all the time. For that reason she is against drinking and drugs, and doesn't like to rely on people. She has a 13 year old sister who she loves and wants to protect but she doesn't know how to. She went to school till she was 14 but wasn't very good at it, she prefers practical work.
Skills: She learnt how to use a knife from an ex boyfriend who ended up getting shot after joining a gang, and she taught herself how to use a bow and arrow- her fathers old set. She is good at fixing up wounds, unprofessionally, from looking after her little sister and her mother. She can sort of drive and she is very good at using her bicycle. Can make a meal from the worst ingredients. Fast runner, very agile.-Callieisafreak

Phill Valier
Age:21
appearance: Stands at 5 11, is somewhat muscular in appearance, his face could be descibed as flawless except for a prominent scar running from his right ear down part of his cheek to his neck. His eyes are a amazing forest green which some people find hard not to stare at. His hair is sandy blond. Is a very handsome man. In battle wears, shining crimson plate armour with lighter armour around his arms to cast spells. Wears, a blue fabric around the plates, which runs into a dark blue cape. When just walking around will either try to blend in by wearing a Dark red robes with a black sash, or a black ragged clothing with a geen cloak.
Personality: Is very opinion driven and strongly believes that his beliefs are right, and will follow the path of good. Is a strong believer of an inner strength that everyone posesses. Is probably far to focussed, but always keeps a calm demeanor and fears only death, and seeing the day when not even the smallest glimpse of hope is gone, and killing his younger brother who is hell bent of erasing the shame that he has brought on the family.. Seems to carry himself like a noble with a strong sense of dignity and so called honor. Has a strange sense of justice. Loves people, is hugely friendly, and has Naivete when it comes to trust people.
Background.
Came from a prominent Noble family, and had an endless supply of education, and used it. Because of his noble background he carries himself like so except he has no qualms with commoners or destroying his reputation for what he believes is right. He has been taught in all arts of combat and is most skilled with magic and the ways of the sword. He has brought great shame on his family when talking about his opinions on how Izirith should treat his people. He cares greatly for his little brother even though they have never gotten along. He wishes to repair the rift that grows between them, even though his brother swears to be the one to shut his shame brining mouth. Has always come off as a loner, he shunned from the world of Nobles, and is untrusted in the world of commoners.
Skills.
Very skilled in magic. Has even noted to himself for the love of swords, and his grace with them. Is fairly strong in other martial arts. Has a way with words, but figures he could never be a leader since in both worlds of Izirith he is unwanted or untrusted. -chimerakiller2

Name: Scathe Harmastier
Age: Around the 30s
Appearance: Tall, about 6'5". Cloaked so no one knows exactly what he looks like, and those who have seen his face give conflicting tales, some saying he's a handsome man, others tell that his face is that of a monster, and still others say he has no face at all.
Personality: Uncaring towards most peoples opinions, his only goal is gaining more knowledge and power. As such, anyone he perceives as a threat is dealt with harshly, and as of right now, he views the ruling powers as a threat to his goals. What he intends to do with all this power and knowledge is known to none but himself, and he is slow to trust others, if he trusts anyone at all.
Background: His time of birth and where he was raised is unknown, but most believe he is from the nation that defeated them in the war. However, he will tell a different story that he was born in this nation and was taunted and bullied as a child, and lived poorly. He is a wanted criminal in the eyes of the government, stealing records and arcane tomes to further his own magical talents. Anyone who has tried to stop have all been left the same way: torn to shreds by his scythe.
Skills: A dangerous fighter with his war scythe, but he is also incredibly skilled at magic and knows many different spells, but uses them only when necessary. His specialty centers around dark magic, allowing him to attack unseen, cloaked in shadows, or pinning someone's shadow to the ground, making them unable to move. Finally, an obsessive drive to gain more power makes him a determined foe.-Xeranad

Name:Ty
Age:29
Appearance: He is around 6.7 (Quite tall) and has a tatoo of a ship being crushed by a serpent on his chest. He has hair around the back of his head but is bald everywhere else because of his experiments. He has a steampunk feel to his clothing. He wears goggles and a blood red leather jacket. His pants are long and are torn at the bottom.
Personality: Inquisitive, intellegent, bizzare. He usually has some comment that is out of place. Conversation starters include: "My father said he dropped me on my head as a baby. Never really found out if he was kidding or not."
He is oppose to the opressive rule by the most of the royals.
Backround:Usually builds underground labs in remote locations until they blow up. His parents were friends to a nobel but he never met him. His parents live in a cabin far away and he visits them occationally.
Skills:His combat skills are not as powerfull as most. He can wield a sword well enough to defend himself. But he relies on his devices to give him a edge. He mainly uses magic and alchemy. He uses a golden gaunlet to make more powerfull spells.-Lt Nuke

updated Dec 5 '11 by chimerakiller2