Application and Voting
Character: Oswald
Series: Odin Sphere
Character Age: Not specified, probably 16-18.
Canon: In the land of Erion a war is raging. The kingdom of the valkyries, Ragnanival, is feuding with the kingdom of the fairies, Ringford. The focus of the war is around a gigantic machine that is able to create powerful weapons made of crystals called Psyphers. Throw in a prophecy of the end of the world, a race of bunny creatures called Pookas, a plant that can grow sheep, and a slew of power-crazed rulers and the angst-plagued teens that oppose them and you have the world of Odin Sphere.
Oswald is one of those angst-plagued teens, and his angst is particularly potent. He is the greatest warrior of the land of Ringford, and is entrusted with the cursed blade, the Belderiever. When he was little the man that adopted him pledged Oswald’s soul to Odette, the queen of the dead, so that he can wield this sword. This only marks the beginning of his trouble with power-hungry rulers wishing only to use him for their ends. After a series of revelations and serious drama, he eventually decides that he will never be able to live while in servitude of others and sets out to find his purpose. He is a straightforward, no-nonsense, brutally honest person that is completely devoted to whatever cause he puts his mind to. Through the many years of striving for another’s ambitions, he has a very low view of his self-worth which makes him fearless in the face of any foe, be they kings or even dragons. Yet, he also has a softer side, longing desperately for somebody that he could live for, and has been known to show surprising compassion despite his seemingly cruel nature.
Sample Post:
Now this is truly a regrettable circumstance. For a festering heap of maggots and flesh, you were not that bad. As inarticulate and foul-smelling as you were, the information you provided me of the Director and the land that we are in was very beneficial and greatly appreciated." ‘Twas unfortunate, then, that you decided to attempt to attack me when you thought my guard was down. Take heart, then, I do hold some regret in severing your head… and since you are still very animated in spite of that, perhaps this will serve as a valuable lesson that I am not one to be crossed.
So this is the kingdom of Louisiana, and the queen here has control of the dead. I’ve never heard of such a land in Erion, but the shambling corpses do attest to her power. Perhaps she’s the heiress to the throne of that queen of bones, Odette? I don’t recall hearing of such a person… but this has the stench of a plot by Odette. I wonder if this new leader intends to collect on my soul as well. Judging by her barrier, she’s much more possessive, so that seems likely. I need to find a way from this place fast.
Who goes there? A… bird? That’s a highly unusual creature to find in such a place. Yet, wasn’t it a bird that also lead me from the netherworld? Ah-! It speaks? While that is amusing, I confess, “nevermore” is quite a bleak word to say. Speak, bird, perhaps you know if there is a way from this diseased land? …”nevermore” once again… I see. You are a base creature that must have learned the word from a poor fool laid low from repeated misfortune. It’s a pity that… “Same to you, buddy?” So you DO understand what I am saying. I’d mind my tongue, vulture; I have no qualms showing you the sharpness of my Belderiever. Answer me clearly, then: Is there a way out of the barrier? …No, I will not be taking “nevermore” as an answer anymore. Answer me, or would you rather have your head besides my decaying friend there?
So you tell me that a series of moves is all it takes to bend time itself? As dubious as your claim sounds, if you speak true I may prevent myself from ever coming to this place. Very well, please perform this spell. What do you mean you can’t perform the spell? You need hands and feet to do so? Well, perhaps I can perform the part that requires movement if you can direct me, do you think that will suffice? Well, let us begin. A jump to the left… and then a step to the right… then all I must do is put my hands on my hips, yes, I see… Pelvic thrusts? I… suppose I might… no, I am quite sane. Ah… so we need to do it again, then? Very well… jump to the left, step to the… right… hands on hips, knees tight, and pelvic thrusts… I feel a fool… when did you say this spell was supposed to work..? Again?! Do you take me for an idiot? I have had it with your prattle, its time for me to end this.
…yes, I suppose you have a point. We do hardly know each other and I have made nothing but demands. You gained nothing for providing me with accurate information. Perhaps an exchange is in order, then? If you truly do know a way from this place, then I will perform a favor for what information you posses. However, if what you say is false, then we shall return to where we were only moments ago. So, what is your desire?
Panties and bras? And you want a hundred of each? No, I don’t have a problem but I’m not sure I understand what those are. Female WHAT?! Is this another jest, buzzard, my patience has thinned to a razor’s edge. So… these… articles are the currency of this land? … … …
Gah! Up until today I never thought I would be longing for the days of slaying dragons…
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Series: Odin Sphere
Character Age: Not specified, probably 16-18.
Canon: In the land of Erion a war is raging. The kingdom of the valkyries, Ragnanival, is feuding with the kingdom of the fairies, Ringford. The focus of the war is around a gigantic machine that is able to create powerful weapons made of crystals called Psyphers. Throw in a prophecy of the end of the world, a race of bunny creatures called Pookas, a plant that can grow sheep, and a slew of power-crazed rulers and the angst-plagued teens that oppose them and you have the world of Odin Sphere.
Oswald is one of those angst-plagued teens, and his angst is particularly potent. He is the greatest warrior of the land of Ringford, and is entrusted with the cursed blade, the Belderiever. When he was little the man that adopted him pledged Oswald’s soul to Odette, the queen of the dead, so that he can wield this sword. This only marks the beginning of his trouble with power-hungry rulers wishing only to use him for their ends. After a series of revelations and serious drama, he eventually decides that he will never be able to live while in servitude of others and sets out to find his purpose. He is a straightforward, no-nonsense, brutally honest person that is completely devoted to whatever cause he puts his mind to. Through the many years of striving for another’s ambitions, he has a very low view of his self-worth which makes him fearless in the face of any foe, be they kings or even dragons. Yet, he also has a softer side, longing desperately for somebody that he could live for, and has been known to show surprising compassion despite his seemingly cruel nature.
Sample Post:
Now this is truly a regrettable circumstance. For a festering heap of maggots and flesh, you were not that bad. As inarticulate and foul-smelling as you were, the information you provided me of the Director and the land that we are in was very beneficial and greatly appreciated." ‘Twas unfortunate, then, that you decided to attempt to attack me when you thought my guard was down. Take heart, then, I do hold some regret in severing your head… and since you are still very animated in spite of that, perhaps this will serve as a valuable lesson that I am not one to be crossed.
So this is the kingdom of Louisiana, and the queen here has control of the dead. I’ve never heard of such a land in Erion, but the shambling corpses do attest to her power. Perhaps she’s the heiress to the throne of that queen of bones, Odette? I don’t recall hearing of such a person… but this has the stench of a plot by Odette. I wonder if this new leader intends to collect on my soul as well. Judging by her barrier, she’s much more possessive, so that seems likely. I need to find a way from this place fast.
Who goes there? A… bird? That’s a highly unusual creature to find in such a place. Yet, wasn’t it a bird that also lead me from the netherworld? Ah-! It speaks? While that is amusing, I confess, “nevermore” is quite a bleak word to say. Speak, bird, perhaps you know if there is a way from this diseased land? …”nevermore” once again… I see. You are a base creature that must have learned the word from a poor fool laid low from repeated misfortune. It’s a pity that… “Same to you, buddy?” So you DO understand what I am saying. I’d mind my tongue, vulture; I have no qualms showing you the sharpness of my Belderiever. Answer me clearly, then: Is there a way out of the barrier? …No, I will not be taking “nevermore” as an answer anymore. Answer me, or would you rather have your head besides my decaying friend there?
So you tell me that a series of moves is all it takes to bend time itself? As dubious as your claim sounds, if you speak true I may prevent myself from ever coming to this place. Very well, please perform this spell. What do you mean you can’t perform the spell? You need hands and feet to do so? Well, perhaps I can perform the part that requires movement if you can direct me, do you think that will suffice? Well, let us begin. A jump to the left… and then a step to the right… then all I must do is put my hands on my hips, yes, I see… Pelvic thrusts? I… suppose I might… no, I am quite sane. Ah… so we need to do it again, then? Very well… jump to the left, step to the… right… hands on hips, knees tight, and pelvic thrusts… I feel a fool… when did you say this spell was supposed to work..? Again?! Do you take me for an idiot? I have had it with your prattle, its time for me to end this.
…yes, I suppose you have a point. We do hardly know each other and I have made nothing but demands. You gained nothing for providing me with accurate information. Perhaps an exchange is in order, then? If you truly do know a way from this place, then I will perform a favor for what information you posses. However, if what you say is false, then we shall return to where we were only moments ago. So, what is your desire?
Panties and bras? And you want a hundred of each? No, I don’t have a problem but I’m not sure I understand what those are. Female WHAT?! Is this another jest, buzzard, my patience has thinned to a razor’s edge. So… these… articles are the currency of this land? … … …
Gah! Up until today I never thought I would be longing for the days of slaying dragons…
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