[ legends never die ] ━ ❝they become a part of you❞

_{» Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die.}

Legends are creatures with extraordinary talent and skill, determination to do something. Great, they are. That's not to be argued. They are great in power, but if that power is for good or for evil, that is of their own accord. But the fact still remains; they were great at what they did.

Legends can sometimes be picked out by a great mysterious force known as the Watchers. They come to these legends in the form of a animal, the leader of them all being a great golden eagle with a peacock tail, a celestial constellation of stars and galaxies in his feathers. Most of the time, these legendary beings do not come to the summoning. They have a cause to fight for, a group to run, a order to maintain, a army to command.

But sometimes, they do. Rarely, but it does happen. And they are given a soul color, a theme of their type. A color with a animal companion. Mythical or not, these creatures are projections and the aura that one might have in battle. These legends, if they do as asked of the celestial force, asked of the Watchers, they are blessed to become something more.

Legends can become corrupt after this, or they can stay the same. They can take on a great form, one beyond comprehension, or they can stay the same, if not, a little more glorious. Divine-like beings. They can continue to do great work; for bad or good. But know this; there will always be new forces, new chances at becoming something more, becoming these divine-like beings. These are often called Divines. They will take on a anthropomorphic version of their animal companion and gain a incredible amount of power. But this does not happen often, and there are only a handful that exist yet. That, my friends, is a story for another time.

_{» The world that this role-play takes place in is called Illaota.}

It is larger than Earth, and has five moons, two that are out during the day and three that are out during the night. There is only one very large continent that is over Illoata, called Wishtal. There are more than just humans on this planet. The main three creatures that rule over this world are humans, wystia and fearles.

Humans are just as they are on Earth, only that they are able to harness weapons and energy to do unthinkable things, amazing feats. This energy, which is harnessed in ways that cannot be explained, is called magic. Most humans cannot use magic themselves and use weapons that are able to use it for some purpose. Very few, 1% of the population, can use magic naturally, without the blessing of a wystia. Those with ancient blood-lines of wystia have shape-shifting abilities, and these are just as rare as the magic bearers.

Wystia (wish-tie-ah) are chimeric beings of Illoata whose lineage contains both human blood and the spiritual magic of a pre-human race. Wistya are a group of races of various shapes and sizes. Their animalistic appearance depends on the location in which they adapted. However, there are two distinct types of Wistyan appearances and natures. One, with very strong animalistic features. They closely resemble upward walking mammals which have largely animalstic features in their bodies design and behavior. Or two, with mild animalistic features. They closely resemble humans, but still retain a modest level of animalistic elements, most notable feline ears, or feathers. The facial characteristics are closer to human appearance than animalistic.

Fearles (fee-air-uls) are a mammalian bipedal sentient feline-like being on Illaota. They are much shorter than humans; both genders rarely exceed 1 meter tall, with most averaging around 0.8 meters. Their skin texture ranges from being completely smooth, to very lightly covered in fur, to ultimately being significantly furry. Their hands have four digits while their feet differ greatly depending on the individual (from four to two digit feet). Their skin tone runs a much broader spectrum of colors than their human counterparts. Their large eyes feature a large, circular iris with a vertically oval pupil, and they generally have inferior vision in the normal spectrum of light than humans. Fearles nevertheless have much better hearing, due to their large fox-like ears and are able to see into the infrared spectrum of light, whereas humans cannot. Furthermore, they are commonly characterized by their dependence on language, as well as their creation and utilization of complex tools. They have exceptionally longer life spans than the average human, this is partially due to the innate magic within all Fearles.

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Eight countries make up this grand world. Anda, a strong, lawful society with a prestigious military history. It values the ideals of justice, honor and duty highly, and its people are fiercely proud. Anda is a self-sufficient, agrarian society, with abundant, fertile farmland, dense forests that are logged for lumber, and mountains rich with mineral resources. A sworn enemy of Helsvind.

Svlane, a harsh and unforgiving land. Proud and fiercely independent, its people are born warriors, with a strong raiding culture. While there are many individual tribes within Svlane, the battle lines are being drawn in a three-way civil war that will determine the future for them all.

Helsvind, a powerful empire with a fearsome reputation. To those beyond its borders, Helsvind is brutal, expansionist and threatening, yet those who look beyond its warlike exterior see an unusually inclusive society, where the strengths and talents of its people are respected and cultivated. Its people were once a fierce reaver culture until they stormed the ancient city that now lies at the heart of their empire. A sworn enemy of Anda.

Pirestan, a thriving progressive city whose power and influence is on the rise. It is Illaota's cultural center, where art, craftsmanship, trade and innovation walk hand in hand. Its power comes not through military might, but the engines of commerce and forward thinking. Situated on the cliffs overlooking the ocean, fleets of ships pass through its titanic sea-gates, bringing goods from all over the world.

Zharva, a large, undercity country, lying in the deep canyons and valleys threading Pirestan. What light reaches below is filtered through fumes leaking from the tangles of corroded pipework and reflected from the stained glass of its industrial architecture. Zharva and Pirestan were once united, but are now separate, yet symbiotic societies. Though it exists in perpetual smogged twilight, Zharva thrives, its people vibrant and its culture rich. Pirestan's wealth has allowed Zharva to develop in tandem; a dark mirror of the city above.

Mysktel, a swampy haven near the ocean for smugglers, marauders, and the unscrupulous, where fortunes are made and ambitions shattered in the blink of an eye. For those fleeing justice, debt, or persecution, it is a country of new beginnings; no one on the twisted streets of Mysktel cares about your past. It's a melting pot of cultures, races, and creeds, alive with activity at all hours.

Anione, a land of unspoiled beauty and natural magic. Its inhabitants, living in scattered settlements across this massive island continent, are a spiritual people who seek to live in harmony and balance with the world. There are many orders and sects across Anione, each following their own (often conflicting) paths and ideals.

Oiral Forest is the home of the Fearle race and where dwells the vast majority of Fearle society. It is presumed to be located in the South-eastern part of a southern area of Illaota, behind the safety of the Dragonbone Mountain range. Those who claim to have traveled to Oiral Forest speak of a timeless quality, which may explain why many such taletellers appear to have aged tremendously or, in fact, never return at all.

the champion of red, companion of the wolf. leader. leadership.

the fighter of orange, companion of the tiger. co-leader. bravery.

the warrior of yellow, companion of the lion. justice.

the defender of green, companion of the griffin. kindness.

the healer of light blue, companion of the pegasus. patience.

the guardian of dark blue, companion of the hippogriff. intelligence.

the hunter of purple, companion of the eagle. perseverance.

the explorer of pink, companion of the owl. curiosity.

_{» Mission Start!}

_{Out of the nearly fifty people called to an abandoned path within the middle of Anione, only eight came to the golden eagle's calling. Together, they are to find the ancient gate, the Gate of Stars and get their first mission to do together; getting to know each other and become a team.}

_{xx patience.}

_{A defender of the pegasus, who's mind is limitless.}

_{xx intelligence.}

_{A guardian of the hippogriff, who can solve just about any problem.}

_{xx perserverence.}

_{A hunter of the eagle, standing strong through-out any storm.}

_{xx curiosity.}

_{A hunter of the owl, who will always find wonder in something.}

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_{xx leadership.}

_{The warrior of the wolf, a true leader at heart.}

_{xx curiosity.}

_{A hunter of the owl, who will always find wonder in something.}