(A/N: So hey guys! It's been a while, or something like that idk
But anyways, so this is an upcoming story and this is basically sort of an OC-melded story, if you know what I mean? No? Mmkay. But anyways, I'll be counting on you to turn OC's in. Every OC that is turned in is accepted, but the faster you turn in the larger the role your OC will have.
Don't worry. OC's won't be present in every single chapter, although I might have some 'omake' chapters that are purely OC-centric. Even if your OC doesn't make it big time in the main storyline, I'll give them some love in the omakes. I promise… Probably.
I should probably be finishing writing chapter like, four of Innocent instead of posting this, but I was thinking about this for a while and I'm super pumped. You know, when I'm not stressing over science ;_;
So, the profile turn in sheet is at the bottom, and I'd don't mind if it's turned in via review or PM. Either one works, they'll all be accepted anyways. BUT! If you have an account, I'd like it if you'd turn it in by PM. Guests can't, so… But I'll accept it either way so whatevs.
SO! This is just the prologue; the second chapter might not be posted until late October/early November because of planning out the teams and stuff. I know what it sounds like, RISE is a battle royale festival, but all will be explained during the prologue. But I hope you won't get mad at me if it gets delayed o-o I'm just a human QAQ
So, I hope you enjoy~!)
Elsword tossed a ball in the air, trying to ignore the rumble in his stomach that signaled hunger. It wasn't fair how the lower teams got such payment for their jobs.
This world that he lived in, Elrios, it was merciless.
And the leader of this world happened to be his older sister. Several years ago, with the decline of food and water, many people were thrust into poverty, and thus ended up banding with others to create groups in order to attempt to survive.
Over the years, gradually power and battle skills took over the roster. Everybody was learning how to fight, because the stronger you were, the more power you held in the world. And since people banded with each other, they became known as 'teams'. Although there wasn't a limit to how many people there could be in a team, there was a limit when participating in festivals. Four, it was the limit.
Festivals, otherwise known as battle royales, were the ultimate key to gaining power in their decayed, gray world. If your team won in a festival, they would rise in power and status.
You didn't have to participate in a team, of course. There were soloists as well, but they participated with a very low chance of survival, as Solo Festivals tended to be more brutal than others. However, if one did manage to survive and win a Solo Festival, their status would rocket up the charts. That's how much respect a surviving soloist gains from winning one.
As such, it was extremely hard to win one. It didn't help that the only legal Soloist festival took place every ten years.
The only soloist survivor, a gentle but rough woman known by the alias of 'The El Lady', had passed away in the last Soloist festival six years ago, beaten by another soloist who had managed to rack her way up in the following years with her team.
Elesis Sieghart. His older sister.
The El Lady had won the Soloist festival forty years ago, and even with her old age, managed to upkeep the title of Soloist. But Elesis had beaten her six years ago, and that position gave her the status as the most important and powerful figure in festivals and politics. The El Lady had passed away in the very same battle.
So, it was like this: You beat the current Soloist in the next soloist festival, and then you win a position as the leader of Elrios.
He hated that woman with a passion.
Killing people in team festivals was forbidden – but it was allowed in Soloist festivals.
His ragtag team was small and rowdy; they were always getting into trouble with the law. It was amazing how none of them had been killed on the streets by drunk thugs yet. Maybe it was persistence that kept them alive, but it didn't matter.
His team consisted of four people, meeting the official number of people needed to participate in festivals.
There was himself. He liked to think of himself as the leader, since he was the one who found the members of the group. Sure, he wasn't the smartest, but he could make good choices. That's what he liked to think.
Then there was the rough, bossy and batshit insane Aisha. Always telling people to do things, she was a magic user and undoubtedly strong – if you got over her personality. She was also flat-chested.
Not that it mattered.
And then there was Rena. An elf, she was graceful and poised – but merciless on the battlefield. Although she seemed gentle and composed, she was actually quick to anger and extremely scary when she was.
And then, there was Raven. The newest member, he was silent and dark, and didn't talk to anybody except for Rena, who was the one who brought him in. Elsword didn't know much about him, but he didn't trust him, and Aisha didn't either. He could tell through her eyes. Maybe it was the weird mechanical arm he had.
"Elsword!" A shrill shriek ripped through the air of their dusty, run-down warehouse that the four shared. Their meager wages was just barely enough to pay for it. But he groaned when he heard the voice. "Where's the damn money bag?!" Aisha sounded super ticked off as she walked into the room, her pigtails were a mess.
"In the fridge." He threw the ball at her, and it froze in front of her face, ice swirling up the sides as she glared at him.
"I'm trying to be serious! Why the hell would it be in the fridge?!"
"Because Rena moved it. The thugs came nearby yesterday, and we just can't keep it in the same place, now can we?" He said, smoothly dodging her fireballs as she shot them at him.
"Fine!" Annoyed, Aisha left him alone and he went over to pick the ball back up, the sides flaming as he melted away the ice Aisha had left on it.
He tossed it in the air again, thinking. Just yesterday Aisha had been fired from her job because she got ticked off and yelled at a new worker, and now she was super cranky about everything.
Elsword would've laughed, except for the fact that Aisha's job was their largest source of income. Now, the little that he, Rena, and Raven brought it wasn't enough to keep the warehouse and themselves fed.
At this rate, one of their few members would be kicked out. And everybody knew (Even the kind and cheerful Rena had acknowledged this) who it would be.
It had always been like this. The system of teams. In this world, everybody was enemies, even to the ones in your teams. People treated each other like tools; if you are rendered useless, or made a big mistake, you're out.
It was a matter of power, like the world was. If you're weak, you have no chance at survival. People are bound to leave each other someday.
A light, willowy sound brought Elsword's attention to the door. In front of the warehouse, holding open the big garage door, was Rena and Raven. Raven was covered in blood (As usual), and Rena was untouched, her green-white outfit sparkling as she stepped into the room coolly. "Hi," She greeted, and then turned to Raven, who stepped in and let the garage door go.
It fell down with a thud, and Elsword stared bleakly at them. "You sure are here early," He snorted.
"Raven finished up earlier than usual." Rena said briefly. "Where's Aisha? I'm afraid I need to talk with her."
Elsword knew what she was talking about, and smirked. Behind her, Raven stayed silent. "She went looking for the money bag. Should be in the kitchen right now."
Rena cocked her head to the side. "I didn't put the money bag in the… Tell me you didn't."
He shrugged. "I was bored."
As if on cue, there was a shriek in the kitchen and a loud crash. Rena turned to Elsword with flaming eyes, and he shrugged again. She took off towards the kitchen, Raven trailing behind her like a lost puppy.
With nothing else to do, Elsword grabbed the ball and headed towards the kitchen. Inside was the mess he was expecting. A flurry of white flour coated the floor and Aisha, as the girl raged at the flour. When they saw him enter, both females turned furious eyes on him for different reasons.
"You evil little - !" Aisha started, but was quickly cut off by Rena and a murderous aura.
"You wasted all this perfectly good flour!" She hissed, anger and disappointment seething off her voice. Elsword shrugged. It was too good, though, seeing Aisha's face, and he burst out laughing. But the atmosphere was strained as everybody stared at him, and it became denser as he continued.
They weren't always like this. Everybody was on edge right now because the most famous and rewarding festival was coming up soon, and everybody was nervous, because a lot of the higher ups liked to practice on random people they found on the streets. The largest festival took place near them, in fact.
RISE.
HERE'S THE OC SHEET if you already have one you can turn it in. Also I need skills, 5 at max and two at min. If you can't think of any skills PM me and we can brainstorm (Even though I'm bad at that stuff… qq)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Class:
Class tree:
Skills:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Reason for joining RISE:
Other:
Romantic Interest:
Soo… Yeah. That's it. I hope you guys submit. *w* OH BY THE WAY no OP stuff here. Like, no one-shot KO strong. But otherwise, there's no requirements. Yep. Also, there are no soloists. If you beg real hard I might consider though... -w- ehehehehe. Also, I hope you don't mind if your OC gets mushed in with other OCs. If you want romance between two OC's, I'll ask the other person and k. Or if you don't mind and stuffs, I'll ask you. If you're a guest, I'll ask you via chapter yo.
If you want romance with a canon character... PM me and we'll talk. However... Elsword is a no-no. Eve/Aisha might be available, depending on who wins the poll. Add will be available as well. Others.. ssshhhh just PM me.