Hallo allerseits

Das hier ist ein Remake von dem Florensia RPG von mir und Alex von vor zwei Jahren oder so.
Die gleichen Personen, ein wenig Überarbeitet und die selbe Geschichte auch ein wenig überarbeitet.
Es basiert noch immer auf dem Role Playing Game Florensia.
Es ist zwar ziemlich schwer zu erklären, aber wen es interessiert, der kann bei dem alten RPG nachlesen. Den Klappentext schreib ich jetzt nicht nochmal

Viel Spaß beim Lesen

Gruß Magda

Ps: Wir versuchen das ganze in Englisch zu schreiben

Steckbriefvorlage:

Name:
Age:
Character:
Strength/Weakness:
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Class:
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Rank:
Guild:
Weapon:
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Name: Scar Keltor
Alter: 25
Charakter: Einzelgänger, Kämpfer, mutig, eigenbrötlerisch, berechnend, intelligent, kühl, kann sehr schnell wütend werden, brutal, jähzornig, aber auch charismatisch, hasst die 'dunkle Seite' in sich, weist mehrer Merkmale eines Psychopathen auf
Stärke/Schwäche: Kühlen Kopf bewahren in Gefährlichen Situationen, Intelligenz, Kampfeslust, Kraft, Mut / er selbst, seine Wut, seine dunkle Seite
Mag/Mag Nicht: Kämpfen, Allein sein, Droes / Wutausbrüche, er selbst
Klasse: Mercenary
-Class Change: Guardian Swordsman
Rang: 78
Gilde: ist in keiner Gilde
Waffe: Schild, Einhandschwert; Zweihandschwert, Gewehr
Sonstige Information: ---
Aussehen:

Name: Cannis Amuhn
Alter: 23
Charakter: arrogant, eingebildet, brutal, sehr egozentrisch und besitzergreifend, sehr schnell beleidigt, ziemliche Bitch
Stärke/Schwäche: Kämpfen, ihre Gilde / ihre Vergangenheit, Damon
Mag/Mag Nicht: Damon, ihre Freiheit, Kämpfe, Jagen, Abenteuer / Eleanor, die 'guten', wenn man sie mies behandelt
Klasse: Explorer
-Class Change: Excavator
Rang: 53
Gilde: Vendetta
Waffe: Dual Guns (zwei Pistolen), Gewehr, Dolch
Sonstige Information: ---
Aussehen:

Name: Evil
Alter: 24
Charakter: Kalt, brutal, rücksichtslos, kann sehr charmant sein, weiß genau was er tun muss um zu bekommen was er will, guter Lügner, intelligent, loyal gegenüber seiner Gilde
Stärke/Schwäche: Kämpfen, Lügen, Schauspielern, bekommen was er will / seine Gilde, seine Familie, seine Ehre
Mag/ Mag Nicht: seine Gilde, Kämpfen, töten / die Regierung, Shannon, Nayeli
Klasse: Mercenary
-Class Change: Gladiator
Rang: 69
Gilde: Vendetta
Waffe: Zweihändiges Schwert, Einhändiges Schwert + Schild, Gewehr, Dolch
Aussehen:

Name: Nayeli Rynlaw
Alter: 18
Charakter: mutig, entschlossen, ehrgeizig, stur, verbissen, teilweise schüchtern und unsicher, traurig, nachdenklich, aber auch hilfsbereit und fürsorglich
Klasse: Saint
-Class Change: Schamane
Rang: 41
Gilde: ----
Waffe: Cariad (Energetischer Stein --> Magie), Dolch
Aussehen:

Name: Drake Ramor
Alter: 20
Charakter: Hilfsbereit, aufopferungsvoll, freundlich, frech, humorvoll, fürsorglich, beschützer-typ
Klasse: Explorer
-Class Change: Sniper
Rang: 45
Gilde: siehe Eleanor
Waffe: Gewehr, Dual Guns, Dolch
Aussehen:

Shall we begin?

Cannis
"No way. That's just insane!" My Voice is raised and louder as usual. "Cannis. This is the only way. We have to do this..." Aaron is trying to put my mind at rest. His voice is calm and he smiles reassuring. "He is right Cannis. You can't preclude it. Stop trying." Bryan's not even trying to hide his anger towards me. He is the leader of our little mission and he is annoyed because I'm hindering it. He glares at me with fury in his eyes and lifts his hand to stop me from saying another word. "Stop! I don't want to hear it. I'm in charge here. This is MY responsibility. If anything goes wrong... If we blow this, I'm the one who's gonna pay for it. So just do as I command!" "Screw you, Bryan. I'm not going to do this. This is just below me." My voice is cold and merely a whisper. I stand up from the dirty ground and with one last, angry glance I turn around and vanish behind the rocks of the Lava Plateau.

Okay, sag mir bitte gleich wenn es absolut schrecklich ist Ich geb mir Mühe

Nein Sicherlich nicht Aber danke :*


Cannis
My temper is still rising. I'm no innocent. I am the opposite. But I can't kill Nathan. I just can't. It is wrong in so many ways. He is Damons little brother. He is no bad person. He didn't do anything wrong. It's just the simple fact that he killed one of our best fighters in PVP. PVP means Person versus Person. It's a kind of training. Warriors fight each other to prove their worth. But it is safe. They can't die, even if they kill each other. It's because of some magical spell that lies on the Arenas. It is protecting the fighters. Last week Greg and Nathan fought in one of those Arenas. Greg lost, Nathan laughed at him and now he wants to see his blood. Just because he offended him. I mean, seriously? That's just ridiculous! Snorting frustrated I pause and look around. Did I just see someone follow me? I turn my head left and right and my hand automatically searches the two Guns that are attached to my belt. I should not wander alone in Lava. It is dangerous. "Hello?" my voice gives my fear away even if I'm trying to hide it. "Who is there?"

Cannis
Damon. It's just Damon. "Jesus Damon. You scared me!"I breath a sigh of relief and lower my weapons. "If there would be any real murderer here, he would do me no harm. He would know that there are two rank 80s' sitting just behind that stone wall, waiting to kill someone." With a sly look at him I take a few steps towards him. "What are you doing here, Damon? Shouldn't you be somewhere your level? But here you are, stalking me. One could even say you're spying on Vendetta. Is that true? Are you trying to sabotage my guilds plans? Why?"

Cannis
My heart is beating faster and I look up into his more than beautiful face. I've known him since we were little. And it was love at first sight. At least from my point. I guess his reaction just made it clear that he is not that into me. He is so close to me that I can feel his breath on my skin. Jesus, how am I supposed to think when he is all that is in my mind? I need to cool down. Now! Before I do anything stupid that I sure as hell will regret. "I am not your puppet. And I sure as fuck am no traitor. I won't tell you a goddamn thing about my guilds plans. And please don't act like you're any better than me. We both know that this isn't true." my temper is rising once more. This anger helps me to subdue my feelings for him. I hate his arrogance. But at the same time I love it. This is so fucking complicated. "Now, please step aside so I can go my way and you can go yours."