CEvolution: A Prelude To Haven; Role Play+ Fan-fic *WIN CE*

Name: Necro

IGN: Lordofnecromancers

Class: Peasant, seeing that it's the only one.

Gender: Male

Personality: Likes fiends, breeds Greavers for his own little personal army. And easy-going kind of guy, but always aware that his enemies are stalking him, so he is quite cautious.

Starting Area: The Caverns of Arcaeus

Equipts: Proto Gear, Static Blade, Circuit Breaker Shield, Zapper.

Backstory: Necro was once a powerful Almirian Crusader from the days of Almire. When Almire fell, he escaped down into the Clockworks, which, back then, was known as the Labyrinth. He stayed down there, discovering new worlds and new allies, a whole new life opening up in front of him.
But with new oppertunities comes new enemies.

Necro ventured all the way down to the Core, where he couldn't get in. However, a stange, black mist swept around him, refilling him with energy. He assumed that the mist was some sort of energy, and he was right. The mist spoke in his mind, offering power, and army, riches, and all that junk. The mist told him that he was the one who had given Vanaduke the power to retake and destroy Almire, and that the 'Swarm' was willing to look for a new apprentice, a new body to take on his power. Necro ran from the strange mist, but the Swarm was not easily detered. It summoned various creatures of the Labyrinth that, over the eons, he had corrupted, now owning a powerful army of infinite soldiers, undying, mercyless, and undefeatable. Necro somehow managed to escape, and spent the next few centuries hiding from the swarm, gathering new allies to help him fight the.. thing, that had destroyed Almire by using Vanaduke. After a long time, Necro had amassed an army, which he thought was enough to take on the Swarm.

He was wrong. The Swarm completely destroyed his army, and the few survivors were corrupted and included into the Swarm's Army. The various kingdoms of the Labyrinth heard how Necro had killed many of their own citizens. They had trusted Necro, and he had had betrayed them by allowing their own be killed. They swore an oath to destroy Necro, and until much later, Necro hid in the Caverns of Arcaeus, away from the Swarm and the vengeful armies of the Labyrinth, taking on a new identity, Necro the Peasant Hermit, who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Many centuries passed. The SK landed on the planet, and all that stuff with the Clockworks happened, where Necro didn't participate at all. When the Spiral Kingdom rose, he grew interested. He yearned for a new kingdom, a new lord to serve. He began to communicate with the outside world more and more often, becoming a well known person with the peasants. He never left the safety of his caves, though, as the Swarm and the Kingdoms were still hunting for him.

When the rebellion was starting, Necro took even more interest. He needed a new army to help him against his stalkers, and chose to join the Peasants. Coming out of his cave for the first time in so long, he told them of the Swarm, and his need for an army. He told that he would them, and if they won, they would help assist in his battle against the Swarm and the Kingdoms. He told them that the Swarm was a source of energy, athough corrupted, but he was confident that, with some help, he could overcome his foes, and somehow use the Swarm to everyone's advantage, somehow purifying it.
Since Necro was already popular, he gained the support of many peasants. It was a win-win situation, and they all hoped that Neco would be right.

Name: Bigfoot
Class: Peasant (Only one there so...)
Starting Area: The Wastes of Kyron
IGN: Bigfootm

Starting gear: (If it's one star and lower...)

Icebreaker Set

Static Edge
Hot Edge
Super Stun Gun
Zapper

Icebreaker Shield

Background story:

A knight who wishes to become strong, become like his brother, Bigfootm, who is far away, in a Metropolis like Citeus, but is much more... different.

While his brother is away, Bigfoot tries to become strong, but sometimes has trouble. He believes in himself, sometimes too much, but knows he can do it. It may not be easy, but Bigfoot is determined. He goes around, helping other knights, and is always looking for a fight!

(If it was for myself, that's a whole different story. I just had to think of something from a different PoV)

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Hope I get picked,

Bigfootm. ;)

Name: Riefs

Class: Peasant

Starting Area: Salakarth- Desert region

IGN: Windsickle

Equipment: Emberbreak Armor, Emberbreak Shield, Emberbreak Helm, Hot Edge, Firecracker

Battle Style: Fire equipment (obviously), leaning towards swordsman, charges and rushes foolishly into packs of enemies, rarely shields, very fierce and fast, willing to take damage if he can take down others with him.

Personality: Generally agreeable and nice person. Honest. Nearly fearless and actually enthusiastic to take one for a team. Actually quite intelligent with a talent for tactics but he completely (and unknowingly) disregards it along with any common sense due to emotional instability. Has a heart for those who are teased and bullied and otherwise oppressed. Tries to treat everyone equally. Very independent. Short temper with regards to the questioning of his worth (and masculinity, see biography).

Gender: Male

[Eye] Color: Red

Biography: Follows an ancient tradition of a small family of knights in which the retired would pass down their equipment to their heirs, equipment which happened to be the Blazebreak set and a variety of other fire-themed gear. He lost a lot of equipment to gambling including his Blazebreak set, a Firo Driver, a Blazebrand, a Fiery Pepperbox, and more. However, he has now quit gambling because he's horrible at it, has lost so much, and has seen what it has done to other addicts. He now reluctantly wears a Firebreak set to follow the creed but is constantly mistaken for a female knight. Explaining that he's male has only lead to teasing, bullying, and fights.

Other: Is currently only interested in proving who he is and helping those who are oppressed similarly; he doesn't really care about anything else. Joined a club for those who sick of being judged and bullied. Prefers environments where he can be himself. Spends the majority of his time stewing in corners by himself working out, reading "Do-it-yourself" books, playing online fantasy games, reading novels, looking for jobs, and working overtime so he can afford his lost gear (specifically the Blazebreak Helm).

I am not that experienced with RP'ing whatsoever, but it sounds interesting and I'll give it a shot.

Name: Zack
Class: Peasant
Starting Area: Citeus- The Great City
IGN: Za-Ck
Gender: Male
Color: Ultramarine Blue
Personality: Calm and collected a majority of the time and a logical thinker. He prefers to guard and observe the opponent before making any attacking moves and will rarely attack first. He is a great team player and will support them the best he can despite not being the strongest or most skilled knight out there. He is a bit self-sacrificing, giving away his resources to those he feels really need them. He is also loyal and trustworthy, and is a good person to depend on.
However, he does not like to play the role of a leader and would rather follow a leader than lead himself. He is also rather indecisive when it comes to choices, and his hesitation can lose him a critical opportunity.

Starting Gear: Spiral Sallet, Fencing Jacket, Proto Sword, Slime Slasher, Proto Gun, Iron Buckler

Background Story:

A young knight-in-training who is primarily a student at the local Spiral Academy. Although he is doing fairly well for a first-year student, he longs for a real adventure outside the city borders, rather than the sheltered, simulated, and artificial dangers of the academy. He plans on heading out there himself and seeing what the world has to offer. He is skilled with a sword, but does not have much actual experience outside of training robots. He also has a talent for improvising weaponry from leftover scrap and broken bits and pieces of machinery but hasn't gone very far into developing this talent as of yet.

Name: Critias
Color: Deep blue, slightly lighter than the background color on these forums
Starting area: The Caverns of Arcaeus- Caves
Gender: Male
Class: Peasant
Equipment: Nothing, except a shield called the Green Ward that his best friend Alanis gave to him

Personality: Critias is a quiet, timid Knight who would rather prefer to hide in the background than involve himself in dangerous battles and politics. However, since the disappearance of his friend and his consequent exile to the Caves, Critias has grown more determined to fight his way back into civilization to find the answers to his questions.

Excerpt from the Journal of Critias, upon the day of his Banishment:

Alanis went missing today. I took the Green Ward with me as usual, as a good luck charm, and went looking for her. No luck. I made it halfway to the town square when another of my friends, Reshen, approached me and warned me that I was in great and immediate danger. I was just about to turn around and retreat- I'd never known Reshen to lie- when the guards of Citeus came up on my left and right. I asked what was going on; no one responded, and they proceeded to read to me the following mandate:

"You, Critias of Citeus, have been charged with High Treason to Overthrow the Crown, as well as two seperate charges of Theft and Larceny. As a result, the great ruler has determined that you are to be banished to the caves of Arcaeus, never to return. As of this moment, upon the third hour of the fifth month of the one hundred and twenty-ninth year, you are hereby expelled."

I called out for Alanis; I asked where she was. No one answered me. Everyone turned away... even Reshen. They threw me out into the deserts, where two of its' natives escorted me to the Caves. I suppose the desert natives were paid well: I had never known them to comply with Citeus orders before.

I sit in the deepest, darkest cave as I write this in the blood of a bat who I was lucky enough to catch and consume, and I write this from the light of my Green Ward. I swear I will return to Citeus one day. I swear I will find Alanis, and destroy whatever and whoever took her. I swear my revenge, and Alanis' salvation.

My name is Critias the Condemned, son of none, bearer of the Green Ward. Those who read this paper know and fear: Critias is coming to destroy Citeus. Flee while you can.

IGN: Rouge-Rogue
Name: Trista
Class: Peasant
Profession: Gunslinger
Color: Purple
Starting Area: Salakarth- Desert region
Equipment: >> The Little Sure Shot Set (Little Sure Shot Hat and Sash)-- A 1-Star set comprised of a helm and armor. The armor grants very minimal bonuses to gun damage. The helm is similar to most gunslinger helms except there are pigtails on the side. The wearer has a cowgirl vest and skirt -- the skirt has side slits to enable better mobility, and cowboy boots. [[The set is modeled after this actual image (http://www.westernclippings.com/images/remember/gaildavisstill250.jpg), but obviously with a more SK flair. Think of it as a more feminine gunner set.]]
>> Emberbreak Shield -- 1-Star shield
>> Super Stun Gun -- 1-Star Gun
>> "Phoebe's Gun" -- A 1-Star gun that looks is a precursor to the Autogun. It has a 6 shot clip on normal attacks and double that amount on charged attacks.
Personality: Trista is an outgoing and hard working individual. She's willing to go above and beyond what her duties are to ensure tasks are done -- 110%. Some might even say she's a bit too hard of a worker. Trista dislikes being showered with praise for her contributions to society and simply feels it should be common courtesy to help others out. Trista is also very particular about having strong ties to friends and family. Trista admittedly does have a temper, despite her kind manners -- one of her flaws. She can let her emotions go when people boast having better gunslinging abilities than her or when people harass her friends/family.
History: Trista grew up in one of the more poorer and harsher areas on the planet -- in Salakarth. Her family, composed of her mother, father, and older sister comes from a long line gunslingers, who are actually somewhat known in the region. Her mother and father craft armor and weapons made specifically for those who want to walk the path of a gunner. Her family produces a line of armor known as the Oakley Set -- and this is how Trista received the current armor she wears (The Little Sure Shot set being the 1* precursor to the Oakley Set). Trista also wears the emberbreak shield, due to the harsh conditions in Salakarth, along with her two guns -- one gifted by her parents who gave her the gun when she reached the age to be eligible to become a Spiral Recruit and one gun being gifted to her by her older sister Phoebe (this was all quite a few years ago). Pheobe is currently away in the city, being summoned years ago to begin training for the Spiral Order.
Trista was taught at an early age to be grateful for the things she had, especially considering her family barely made a living even with their business. She would grow up to be a very hard working person, helping her family and friends make a living in the desert. Trista was also taught how to wield a gun at a young age as a means of protection from whatever threats could loom in the desert. Phoebe is the next in line to inherit her family's business, but Trista is being taught how to run the business in the event her sister is too busy with the Order.
Recently, Trista has received summons to become a student at the same training academy her sister left to...

Awesome apps so far, keep them coming!

Name: Skylark
Class: peasant
starting area: Salakarth
IGN: Skylarks
Personality: Calm, calculating, has exelent sence of timing. Can rub some people the wrong way, but is fiercly loyal to his friends and his ideals.
Equipment: Proto gear, Proto sword,Pummel gun. Worked to save up for the armor and shield, modified the pistol himself. The blade is a handmedown.
Fighting style: A terrible swordsman, and quite aware of it, Skylark will go to lengths to make sure he never needs his sword. He will lead enemies upon a merry chase, and will gladly use traps and ambushes to avoid swordfighting. When he must use itm Skylark is decisive with his blade.
Bio: Known by his friends as a trustworthy if somewhat abrasive individual, Skylark believes in the rights or his fellows right down to his gently egalitarian core. Although he has an exelent memory, and has never had a verry unusual life, Skylark cannot remember anything before his 11th birthday. While curious of his past, his innate pragmatism has prevented him from ever becoming problematic or unnerving to his fellows.
Skylark finds the kings innaction all but criminal, and has been readying himself for strife for 2 years. In point of fact, he has begun to be a nuicance to his friends, whom he insists also be ready for civil war.

(for your information, I chose the name skylark far before I knew about our games esteemed ship. far before I even knew about this game)

Please ?

Name: Firehate
Class: Peasant
Starting Area: The Wastes of Kyron- Tundra region
IGN: Firehate

Starting Gear :

Wolver Cub Set *
(A Lively Set Made From A Wolver's Kin)

Mini Calibur *
(A standard issue sword awarded to recruits who have proven themselves in the field.)

Mini Flourish *
(A stylish dagger well-appointed to foiling your enemies.)

Mini Blaster *
(A versatile handgun issued to recruits who have proven themselves in the field.)

Mini Blast Bomb *
(An all-purpose bomb issued to recruits who have proven themselves in the field.)

Mini Defender *
(A durable, high quality shield of the Spiral order that is suitable for any recruit.)

Background story: Comming Soon

Thanks !

bump! 5 days left to apply!

Name: Rundus

Class: Peasant

Color: Red

Starting Area: Citeus

Starting Gear: Spiral Scale Male and Helm, Slime Slasher, firecracker, and Proto Shield

IGN: Echo

Backstory: Rundus was frequently ill at a young age, so he always stayed in bed drawing, reading, writing or sleeping. The other kids made fun of him because of how skinny and small he was. One day on a field trip to a mine, Rundus had enough and downed a bully with pick axe that was laying around. Everyone was convinced he attacked him for no reason. Rundus was transferred to a disciplinarian school, even his parents and friends believed he started it. A week later he told his best friend that he was planning to run away, the friend thought the idea was stupid and called him some names for even thinking about it. Rundus was shocked at his friends reaction, he walked out the room tears dripping down his face. Later that day Rundus stole some food and a shovel from his family, put some of his other belongings in a bag along with the food and ran away from home at age 11. It was him armed with shovel(slime slasher) vs. the world. Years later he was living in a small one room apartment, he bought some armor and weapons from the black market, and was keeping himself afloat(if you can call it that, he was dirt poor) by doing some petty mercenary work, bounty hunting, and chores. Sometimes he would go days without sleeping or eating or both. Without ever officially going through the school system Rundus couldn't get a real job, he blamed the king for his troubles.

Traits: Stubborn, Cheap, Clever, fast, strong, and relaxed. Has terrible phobia of bats and parrots.

Also here is that link you wanted: http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/32616

Bump, keep the apps coming!

Bump! 3 days left!

Name: Shadow
IGN: Shadownox
Class: Peasant (i might change this if u add more later...)
Gender: Male
Personality: Is a loner, and prefers to work alone. Works well with swords and guns, but is not as good with bombs. He does not like bombs much. Has his own pet Alpha Ashtail. Likes wolvers. Can do anything that is associated with water very well, because he grew up near the ocean.
Starting area: The Bay of Oceanus
Equipts: Proto stuff. (I actually work very well with Proto gear. I played with it for about a month before changing my gear...)
Backstory: After recieving his first set of armor and weapons for his 4th birthday, he constantly practiced using them everyday. He enrolled at the Young Warrior's Academy of the Arts of War at a young age at 7. Other kids constantly teased him about how scrawny he was and how young he was but he soon taught them not to tease him. He was also exceptionally smart, and he literally glided through school until he graduated, at age 12. But soon, tradegy struck. His mother and father had been taking a walk along the northern side of the bay when a patrol of the King's men saw them. Without hesitaion, they shot them dead and left their bodies there for poor Shadow to find the next day after going out to search for them. Driven by his anger, he gathered his equipment, some food, and set out to search justice from the king. One day, he saw a Alpha Ashtail in the woods, pinned down by a fallen tree trunk. It was near death, and was very weak. Shadow nursed it back to health, and it became loyal to him. Whenever he finds a King's patrol, he makes sure to kill them all and has made a habit of collecting their badges and such. He has lots of cr and ce but chooses not to buy anything with them except to buy food and such. He always uses his proto gear, no matter what. Now at the age of 18, after 6 years of living in the wilderness and avenging his parents, he has grown to be a dangerous enemy to the crown, and will stop at nothing to kill the king.

Bump! Last day to apply!

Needs more females, and maybe a grassy region like plains or a forest. Anyways, I've been waiting for one of these, since I'm too lazy to run one myself =P

IGN- Prisega
Name- Prisma
Gender- Female
Color- Purple
Class- Peasant
Gear- Spiral Tailed Helm, Spiral Cutlet, Stone Dagger
Preffered Weapon- Swords
Starting Area- The Bay of Oceanus - The Sea Region

Personality- Focused, unbiased, rational, but very caring which can lead her to do stupid things for the sake of her team
Story- Prisma was once the captain of a 4-man squad of Spiral Guards whose job it was to keep peace throughout the kingdom. With the recent energy crisis, the job had gotten much busier. Some riots started up but they weren't anything the team couldn't handle. Until, a night of sabotage occured, when 4 pairs of eyes stood above Prisma in her squad's quarters. She didn't have much time to react before being denied of her sight and movement. Then came a sweeping current and a landing on soft Earth. She was unsure of how long she'd been gone but she'd recognized where she was, the current of water took her to a small town along the Bay of Oceanus. Surviving was a miracle in itself but all Prisma could think about was what had gone on in the quarters. Had her squad betrayed her or had they been victim to the same fate?

have you chosen the winners yet?

Winners will be anounced on Friday along with a post update!

Must... know... if... I... won...

I CAN'T STAND THE SUSPENSE ANYMORE!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfVsfOSbJY0

But seriously announce the winners.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfVsfOSbJY0

But seriously announce the winners.

Oh well, can't hurt to try.

Name: Blitz
IGN: Atrumvindex
Class: Peasant
Starting Area: The Bay of Oceanus- Sea Region
Gender:Female
Equipment: Green Ward, Spiral scale helm, Curcuit Breaker armor, Frost Gun, static flash, and Heavy Hatchet Bio: A adsoldent that followed her friends into a abandoned area of Salarklath and was attacked by rabid creatures, mauling he friends in the process. Unable to cope, she went crazy and was found half dead two weeks later. She lost her personality and replaced it with each of her dead friends. She lost contact with her relatives and worked as a deckhand on a fishing boat in Oceanus. She now wants to be a hitman or a mercanary to leave the confines of the boat.
Personality: Mad. Is happy, sarcastic or morose at different times. At times her oringinal personality shows up, that of a meek,shy, young child. Hates the desert regions due to that traumatic event.

23 minutes till sturday. it's still friday though.

HURRY! UP! PLEASE!

You have to calm down... Not everyone can deliver things at specific times, you don't know what may be happening on the other side of things. This could be as simple as forgetting or being busy to something as complicated as a family member dieing. I can already tell you that, as long Digitalartificer sticks to his own guidelines, you didn't win since your story wouldn't make any sense. I wasn't going to say anything but really, please chill out.

Very sorry for the delay everyone, but I'd like to thank everyone who applied for this RP. Now, onto the winners: Congrats to Xairathan and Prisega, I will be sending out a PM later on today confirming that you will be able to do this. For everyone else, do not worry. If all goes well, more people will be added, and you will have first choice to join in. So anyways, thanks everybody and the OP will be updated later on today.

I wasn't really expecting to win anyway. Congrats to the two winners, I look forward to great RP'ing from you two! :)

I honestly didn't think I'd make it; thanks, Digital! Also, congrats to Prisega! I'm looking forward to RPing with you- your character seems very interesting

Thank you :) I can't wait to start RPing, I've wanted to at least try an SK RP for a long while now, but like I said before, I was too lazy to do my own.

If Critias and Prisega ever cross paths, may hell have no Fury...

Edited OP and added rules. RP starts TOMORROW!

Congratulations to you guys, seems like it will be an interesting read.

Congratulations to you guys, seems like it will be an interesting read.

I'm ready to get this thing going whenever you guys are. I won't be on from about 4-7 EDT but hopefully that won't be a problem seeing as I believe I have up to a week to respond anyway. Even that won't be a problem. But yeah can't wait to start. I'll check in throughout the day and then probably Tuesday since I will be a bit busy tomorrow.

CIRCA ???? ?.?: You awake in chains, wind and water whipping across you face. You slowly open your eyes and look around. As you look down, you notice that you are hanging over the side of a cliff, which seems to overlook The Great Oceanus in all of its' fury. You start to panic, as you remember being in the Caverns of Arcaeus only hours before. As you struggle with the chains, a dark shadow looms over the cliff. Looking up, you see a dark, hooded figure with glowing pink eyes stare down at you. Trying to look away does you no good as you are petrified in fear. What do you do? Leave a creative response with the title Critias 11/20 at the top.

CIRCA 2571 U.R. "Hey Prisma!" You turn around to see who said your name just to be swiftly nailed in the jaw. You collapse to the ground and then your assailant grabs you by the shoulders and pins you to the side of a building, and hisses "Where's my money Prisma?" You then notice that is is Fierak, the gambler and cheater who "tweaked" some of your documents, so you could pass as a Spirian, and not a royal guard in the port town of Zykon. You look at him, and spit in his face and reply "I told you, I'll get the money soon."
He chuckles and then says "Soon isn't soon enough!" He pulls from his side holster a Magnus and puts it against the side of your head and whispers "Times up Prisma." What do you do? Leave a creative response with 11/20 in the title.

Hmm mysterious, why does the forum keep doubling people's posts?

It only does it to yours Echo, you probably hit the button twice or something. Digitalartificer has two posts because he reserved one for my character's situation right next to Xairathan's. Speaking of which, loving the first scenario already, mine better be as good =D

Critias dared to remember his situation and that he was at the mercy of this mysterious pink-eyed figure. He stammered to form words, teeth chattering both in fear and from the cold ocean breeze wafting in from the sea. "C-can you t-tell me what I'm doing here? A-and can you s-save me?"

CIRCA ???? ?.?: The dark figure gurgles deeply, and then reaches a long, clawed arm towards you. Then the hand grasps the chain as if it was about to set you free. You look up weeping, giving thanks, when it shoots its other arm at you and plunges the claws deep into your chest. You scream out in agony as your vision fades away. The last thing you see is one huge glowing pink eye staring at you as everything grows dark..... You wake up screaming. You get up and realize you're back in the caves. The echo of your screech rings through the empty caverns, reminding you that you are alone once more.

derpherpyderp.... i need my moneys... o well. u did say i might be able to join if all goes well, so keep up the good work, guys! congrats to Xairathan and Prisega. I wasn't really expecting to win, but o well.

"I told you... I'll have it soon. Why bother shooting me, what money is that going to get you?" She gave him a stare just as menacing as his own and made sure to keep calm and not show weakness. "Look here," she started, as she cautiously moved his armed hand away from her head to gain some breathing space "we're both fighting against the same thing. The king is holding out on all of us and when we finally get the manpower to protest, you'll be missing a key component: me. You know you'll need me alive one way or another or you'll be right back where you started." With that, her glare turned into a calm gaze. Fierak's eyes hadn't changed, and his Magnus still sat in his hand. While she was confident that she had cheated death yet again, Prisma held out her hand for assurance.

CIRCA 2571 U.R: Fierak grinned as he holstered his weapon and replied,"You have one week, and one week only to pay me back. If you fail to pay me, every single person in this town will know that you were once a royal guard." You shudder at the very thought of the town militia coming for your head. Fierak then reaches his hand out to shake yours, when he whips out his Magnus and fires it next to your head. You slump to the the ground unharmed, but shaken and half deaf from the blast. He then goes face to face with you and whispers, "There's a storm coming Prisma, it would be best to be ready for when it comes." He leaves you in the alley cackling to himself.

CIRCA 2570 U.R: (6 months ago) "Alanis! Alanis!" You yell while searching for her. "Where could she have gone?" you wonder to yourself. 6 hours go by and nobody has seen her yet, and you start to worry. Franticly, you search every place where you think she might be. Looking down at her green ward, you say a short owlitian prayer, and continue searching. After awhile you hear somebody yelling at you. Turning around, you see your friend Reshen sprinting toward you screaming and waving for you to go away. Disregarding his actions, you run up to him and ask what is happening. He starts to cough out, "Get out of Citeus Critias, you are in grave danger!" Knowing that Reshen had never lied to you before, you start running towards the gates of the city. You are immediately seized by two royal guard, both holding their flourishes inches away from your body. You yell at them to release you, but they remain silent. A Red Rose Inquisitor walks up to you and reads out the following royal mandate: "You, Critias of Citeus, have been charged with High Treason to Overthrow the Crown, as well as two seperate charges of Theft and Larceny. As a result, the great ruler has determined that you are to be banished to the caves of Arcaeus, never to return. As of this moment, upon the third hour of the fifth month of the two thousandth five hundredth and seventieth year, you are hereby expelled." You stand speechless at the decree, looking over at Reshen, who walks away without looking back.

Note: Sorry for no new situation today, I really wanted to set up the event leading up to your exile. Hope you didn't mind me using your decree. :P

(That's okay, glad you made it 'canon'. I want to see where this goes...)

CIRCA 2571 U.R: (Two weeks ago) Click click click click.... "Shut up guys, I'm trying to sleep!" you yell while trying to recharge your energy reserves. Earlier today, you and your team were awarded the highest honor in the Armada, The Crimson Rose. It was presented to you by the highest ranking Rose Inqistitor for taking out seven small revolts scattered across the Kingdom. Click click click click..... You spring up from your bed and look around, noticing that all three of your comrades are missing. You then turn to the foot of the bed and see four pairs of glowing red eyes staring at you through the dark. "Who's there?" you ask. The figures remain motionless, still staring straight at you. A wave of fear passes over you and you attempt to reach for your knife, but you are unable to move. You struggle to grab your knife, when you hear one of them say "Shhhh...." and then everything goes dark

Note: Sorry (again) for no new situation today, I'm trying to work off of your background stories to set up the RP. Let me know what you think of them so far, I would love to improve the stories any way I can. Thanks for your patience, I'll make sure to post new situations very soon.

Am I supposed to post more to continue the story or wait for you to post again? I can still get more out of things but I wasn't sure if I was supposed to wait for you to post or what.

After a short little slumber (caused by being busy with school) CEvolution is back, and I will be updating it TOMORROW!

Good to see you back. I'm still up for this, hopefully Xairathan is too.

Studying fot exams has taken a bit longer than I had orignally planned. Expect this to have a MAJOR update on 21/12. Thanks for your patience everybody.