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Post by Aleu on Feb 9, 2007 20:31:22 GMT -6
No chatting at all here. Only post your character. If you are accepted, a PM will be sent and the list later in this post will be updated.
One post per person, unless you run out of room in your original post.
If you make a new character, send me or f0n9 and message and edit your post.
First, a small update to the rules. I'm sure you can tell who wrote these.
Now that you're all well informed, here is your character sheet: Fill it out completely, and post it here. For sections marked with a little star, please try and type up a reasonably detailed and literate description. One or two 3-5 sentence paragraphs would be optimal.
[b]Name:[/b] (First required, last preferred)
[b]Race:[/b] (Choose from a variety of races, including -but not limited to- elves, humans, angels, dwarves, etc. This may or may not be approved. Be reasonable.)
[b]Age:[/b] (How old is your character? Have they stopped aging? Note that a stop in aging [i]does not[/i] mean they are immortal. Immortality will result in being dummyslapped.)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male? Female? It?)
[b]Class:[/b] * (This is a very open-ended catagory... be creative! Choose from virtually anything, like swordsmaster, mage, spellcaster, healer, fighter, etc. A fuller description is completely optional, if you pick a class that isn't widely known. Most of this information can be covered in Fighting Style.)
[b]Appearance:[/b]* (You are free to post a link to a picture. However, a paragraph of description is still required. Include your character's physical features, such as: his/her general size, hair, eyes, the clothes he/she usually wears, the expression he/she normally has, etc. Please be as descriptive as possible!)
[b]Personality:[/b]* (What is your character like around others? Is he/she shy? Talkative? Is he/she easy to get along with? Does he/she have a temper? What does your character think about love? Is her/she laid back? What kinds of things does he/she like? Are there specific people or situations that irritate him/her? etc.)
[b]Fighting Style:[/b]* (What kinds of weapons does he/she use? Or does you character use magic instead? Does he/she fight at all? How does he/she use them? Is your character particularly skilled with this weapon? Is he/she evasive in battle? Does he/she focus solely on attacking the enemy? Will he/she form strategies before fighting? etc.)
[b]Skills and talents:[/b]* (Outside of battle, what kinds of talents and skills can your character provide to others? Does he/she sing well? Healing abilities? Etc. Fuller description is optional)
[b]Inventory:[/b] (List the items your character regularly carries and why those items are important to him/her.)
[b]History:[/b]************* (Not required, but strongly preferred. This will allow other members to get to know why your character acts the way he/she does, and it will provide you with a source you can always look back to if you can't remember certain aspects of your character's past.)
In addition, I'd like you to post a 2 paragraph (max) RP sample at the end of your post. You only have to do this once, no matter how many characters you make. The character(s) you use for the sample don't matter either. The premise for your RP sample is thus:
These woods are peaceful, save for a chorus of songbirds in the distance. It is late summer, and the leaves are only just beginning to take on the fiery hues that herald the beginning of autumn. Other leaves, older and long dead, crunch underfoot as your character makes their way down the beaten path of broken gravel and shale. The sun is setting, throwing long black shadows against the brilliant sea of oranges and yellows.
Your character steps over a granite bump which runs in a wide circle in front of them, about a hundred meters in diameter. Within, there is no path, and your character stops for a moment, looking around. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, except...
The birds have stopped singing.
If you fail the RP sample, then your character may be approved but you will not be allowed to roleplay until you can submit a decent sample. We will give you more information should you fail.
PLEASE FOLLOW THE SAMPLE. I DON'T TO KEEP SEEING OFFTOPIC SAMPLES KTHXBAI.
Currently approved characters:
Whisper Shadowlight - Whisper Shadowlight Presea Combatir - Ceileuse Laerk - Kysho Aivanlsu - Ailyse Ciatte Ryuu - Ryuu Masken Moses Sandor - Kinvor Hondel - Vesaus Emotia - Lékayes Rakon Arynielle Fallyce - Elaviel Seimarwen - Arynielle Fallyce - Tempest Arashi - Zaunithe Bailone Rez Shadowlight - Rez Shadowlight Shiori Ailill - Shiori Ailill Deviette - Ryan Kriven - Kriven Raven f0n9 - Cyrus Mordenkain - Terix Mordenkain
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Post by Whisper Shadowlight on Feb 10, 2007 4:14:39 GMT -6
So everyone has to renew his character? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Whisper Shadowlight Race: Human Age: 17 now Gender: Male Class: Archer Appearance: Whisper has long darkblond almost brown hair over his back, he really liked his hair and never cut it. He has dark green eyes, which looked a bit blue at some times, he could see very blur with his left eye, what causes him not to see to far, still he doesn't wear glasses. He had a very light skin, almost pure white, he didn't come much in the sun and trains mostly at night, at day, he was almost always inside. He wears a pure black tunic and shoes, he also had a cap for over his head, to become almost fully invisible during the night. Under his tunic he wears an amulet around his neck, a green spear-formed cross. Personality: Whisper's very silent and shy. He sometimes has a temper, but it's rarely. He also friendly and can get along with people easily. In danger he wishes to protect his friends and fights without fear for death. People who make fun of him irritate him alot! Even if it's just a joke. Fighting Style: Whisper has a long bow and a short bow on his back, he also has a set of daggers on his belt and the arrows on his back. He can't use magic at all and for healing, he uses herbs which he usually carries around or searches new if used. Whisper tries rather to evade fights. He's an experienced archer and almost never misses a shot, his swordsmanship isn't to great, but he's a good blocker, defender. Whisper is rather quick and tries to create a distance between him and his opponent, he's a good evader. He isn't really a tactician, ut always sees the negative way of the fight and tries to find a way out. Skills and talents: Whisper has great talent in herbalism and alchemy, but doesn't have much other skills or talents. Inventory: His weapons (bows, daggers & arrows), herbs, some vials wrapped up so it won't get damaged that fast, some poison and 2 books, which are very precious to him like his amulet around his neck. History: Whisper always lived with his family in the forest and his brothers and sisters don't even know him at all, but live somewhere in the same forest, they could meet by accident and not know each other. Every member of the family lives apart, that's the way of his clan, only knowing the chief and parents, the rest you will have to find in the world. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Whisper sat in a tree playing on a flute he found, he seemed to enjoy playing the flute and sme animals came near, Whisper was enjoying his time, untill some rumbling out of the bushes came. The animals fled away from the noise. What is this? Whisper thought and he jumped to another tree and saw that some girl with green hair had fallen into a hole in the earth, she looks funny, Whisper thought almost laughing, but with a big grin on his face, he jumped down to check if she's alright, but when he gotten down the girl hit him in the face and ran off. Ouch, what was that good for? thought Whisper as rubbed his face and watched the girl disappearing in the forest, who was she? Why is she running, why did she actually hit me? I didn't do anything, did I? Confused he turned around and walked further into the forest, I might never know what happened, he thought.
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Post by Presea Combatir on Feb 10, 2007 8:59:29 GMT -6
EDIT: Posted my last character. >.< Name: Ceileuse Laerk Race: Half-dragon, half-human Age: 17 Gender: Male Class: Manakete (Like Myrrh from FE: SS) Appearance: He has dirty auburn hair that brushes past his deep red eyes and usually wears a long scarlet colored coat over a cream tanktop and black pants. He's taller then average height and usually has a benign smile on his face. A crimson dragon stone hangs of his neck on a black string, and dark dragon wings sprout from his back in a relaxed fashion. He has a carefree exterior and doesn't get tense. Personality: He's easy to get along with and always looking on the bright side. A smile can almost always be found on face. He has a high tolerance for annoying people and rarely loses his temper, unless he's in a battle. He's a compasstionate person with a kind heart and is independent. He's also sociable and easy to get along with. When things take a bad turn, he likes to solve problems and fight on his own, in order to protect his loved ones from getting hurt. Fighting style: If he's ever in a battle, it's not only the enemy he fights against, he also has to wage a battle with himself in order to contain his power inside. He's not fast, so he just concentrates on hitting the enemy. When worst comes to worst, he can use the power of his dragon stone to transform into a dragon. However, this power is limited. Once his dragon stone is drained of its power, he can no longer change to his dragon form, ever. He has to restrain and time his uses of it well. He also has the ability to use novice level fire magic in his human form, just for defense. Skills and talents: Ceileuse has a thing for being able to calm people down. He's just good at reasoning and lulling people into a tranquil state. Inventory: Dragon Stone, his weapon; a few herbs, for healing. History: Ceileuse has spent his whole life living in a small village secluded in a dense forest. He's become very close to his father since his mother died giving birth to his 12-year-old sister, Alcyone. After turning 17, he was old enough to take the role of village guardian from his father and now spends most of his time stalking through the forest, looking out for enemies. It was then he found Ailyse injured, covered in some brush. He brought her back home to his village and his family helped treat her wounds. She's been living with them ever since and they've become close friends. Since Ailyse has healed, she always wanted to take Ceileuse to see her city of angels. They're now wandering through the country, heading for Ailyse's hometown. ~ Name: Kysho Aivanlsu Race: Human Age: 16 Gender: Male Class: Thief Appearance: He's a short brunette with chocolate brown eyes. He wears a blood red headband tied around his head and a small cape of a similar color. A long forest green scarf wraps around his neck and drapes off his right shoulder. His clothes are mainly different shades of brown with black boots and gloves to top it off. He has an intricately studded jewel sheath that he stole from "some weird guy" in a city once hanging off his belt. Kysho ShadedPersonality: Kysho's very suspecting and untrusting of other people. He's always been living a life of solitude and his attitude towards others shows it. He's very snippy and rude and most of the things he says are drenched in sarcasm, but there's a tiny flicker of kindness in his heart. It just hasn't been exploited yet. His first word as a child was "scumbag". Fighting style: He learned to fight on his own without instruction from anyone. People have told him he hits like a girl, although his blinding speed, skill, and deathly accurate precision more then make up for his lack of brute strength. His defense is similar to a thin piece of paper. He has to work hard to keep from getting struck, as even one blow can be lethal. He wields two small daggers into battle, one's hilt with an emerald and the other with a ruby. He likes to taunt the enemy, getting them mad, to out-psych them later on. Skills and talents: Since he's a thief, he can pick locks and whatnot. He can somehow tell whenever people are lying. "Eyah, who knows. Maybe it's just another thief thing." Inventory: Two daggers, his weapon; a small travelling pack on his belt, used to hold his money; a collapsable sack tied on his belt, occasionally used to carry loot; good luck charm: a small chunk of peridot, gift from his dead mother thought to bring protection. History: As a small child, Kysho lived a nice life. He had fairly wealthy parents and a nice home in a reasonable town, but both his parents died in a war when he was 5 years old. His most vivid memories of them are seeing them get slain by a soldier while protecting him. He wandered the street of the town until he came upon a small thief's guild, and they took him in. There, they taught him to become one of them through vigorous training. Most days ended began without breakfast and ended without supper whenever he failed training. He gained many bruises and scars. The brunette made one single friend there: a girl named Kiphyer, 5 years younger than him. She viewed him as a big brother, and he saw her as a little sister and a minute reminder of the life he used to have. She was the only person he was ever nice to, telling her stories and playing with her inbetween his training. The trials soon paid off, as Kysho's agility and skill grew. He was soon old enough to go out on his own at age 16, unwillingly leaving Kiphyier back at the thief guild. He has made a life of stealing from kings and other royalty. Part of the reason is to live, and the other part is to get back at the empire for what they did to his parents. ~ Name: Ailyse Ciatte Race: Angel Age: 1705 (Stopped aging at 16) Gender: Female Class: Magic Swordswoman (Like Kratos. =D) Appearance: She has long, flowing lavender hair tied back into a ponytail and dark violet eyes. The first thing you'll likely see are her almost translucent, radiant angel wings. She wears a black vest and skirt trimmed in decorative lace. The back of the skirt flows back, like a cape, all the way down her legs. She has black boots and gloves to match her top. Somewhat like this, but with wingsPersonality: Ailyse is enigmatic and energetic, always bouncing around on her fluffy wings, and isn't one to overexagerate things. She's like a big bubble of happy, but when you pop the bubble, things aren't looking good for you. She has a sensitive soul, yet rarely sheds any tears unless something really touches her heart. She likes furry animals with a passion and doesn't like to kill for food, giving her the image of being a vegetarian. Fighting style: She's strong, but slow with her single katana, but quick, yet weak with her magic. She's still learning with her magic and only knows a few spells. The girl likes to fight on her feet and only takes to the sky when she's evading blows. She's always bobbing around on the ground, never standing in the same place for more then a second so she's harder to hit. She likes to tire out her enemy with speed before striking them down, but sometimes she ruses in too fast. Unfortunately, bad luck always seems to find her wherever she goes. Skills and talents: She's a very good cook even though she refuses to eat meat. Ailyse can make the most delicious things with plants she finds. Inventory: Katana with ancient writing on the blade: weapon, purple ribbon: to tie back her hair in battle. History: Ailyse was always the most cheerful girl in her village. With her mother and father both high ranking angels with a considerable reputation, a good chunk of money to live on, and many close friends, why wouldn't she be happy? But through it all, she couldn't help but wonder, what lies outside the village? She had never left her whole life because her parents were overprotective. One fateful day, Ailyse left without telling anyone. She knew she wouldn't get lost in the forest, but she did. (I think the rest can be covered in Cei's profile. o.o I don't want to repeat myself so much. >.<) ~ Lips pursed together tightly, Kysho plopped wordlessly onto the stone circle. He lifted his pack from his shoulder and set it gently beside him, not wanting any of its contents to break. Glad those stupid birds stopped singing. I was getting a headache, he thought to himself. The concept of danger being the cause of the birds' silence never crossed his mind. My load is getting heavy... Better toss some stuff before heading to loot the next city. The thief opened his pack and carefully dug around in it, unearthing a small cornucopia of treasures. He picked a delicate golden broach out and held it in his hand. I don't even remember taking this thing... Looks worthless. With a roll of his eyes, he tossed it over his shoulder. Kysho rustled around in the bag again before extracting a diamond studded necklace from it. He stared at it hard. Mom liked diamonds... A scowl appeared on his face before he shoved the necklace back into the pack. The brunette tossed more items classified worthless over his shoulder until an assortment of baubles and trinkets laid in the ground behind him. He pulled the top of his bag closed and swung it over his shoulder as he stood, but he never did notice that the only thing left in his loot bag was the diamond necklace.
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Post by Moses Sandor on Feb 10, 2007 13:39:10 GMT -6
EDIT: Added my other characters. Name: Kinvor Hondel Race: Part Human, Part Vampire (Just wings and stopped aging) Age: 86 Years old, Aging Stopped at 17 Gender: Male Class: * Archer Appearance:* Kinvor is a medium sized person. He wears long pants, a long sleeved shirt, all black like his hair. Also, he wears multiple belts, both across his waist and his chest. His skin is very pale, as a result of staying in dark places for a few decades. Most of the time, you would see him with a wicked looking smile on his face. By far the most noticeable feature is the two, large, bat-like wings sprouting out of his back (Explained in history). Personality:* Kinvor, outwardly, is viewed as and evil person, though it basically because of his appearance. Normally, he just ignores people and walks straight by them. In situations where he needs to work with or around other people, he makes sure they dislike being with him as much as he dislikes being with them. Usually, he does this with snide and rude remarks. Usually calm, only when a person doesn’t get annoyed by his remarks, or simply doesn’t get his remarks, does he get angry. Kinvor is usually very serious and to the point in his actions and mood. He doesn’t like wasting time. Fighting Style:* Being an archer, Kinvor shoots arrows, out of a crossbow. Mostly he fights in the air, flying up with his wings before firing arrows down upon his foes. Also, he is fairly skilled at quickly drawing his crossbow and firing, though he sometimes misses in his haste. Since he fights in the air, he always is evasive, and can fly behind foes and shoot them from there. Sometimes, he’ll have time to stop while his allies are fighting and analyze the whole battlefield to make a strategy. Skills and talents:* Usually unknown because of his looks and attitude, years of practice to take away his stress has yielded him being an exceptional cook. Inventory: Crossbow, arrows, Blood red knife (for all cutting purposes. Also, a memento from his father.), money pouch, spices (for cooking). History:************* Kinvor’s mother was human. While on a midnight walk, she found a man near dead man walking the streets. Not being one to leave a person to die, she immediately rushed him back to her house, where she nursed him back to health over many days. Over this time, they fell in love with each other. A ways later, Kinvor was born. On the baby’s back at birth was a pair of bat wings, almost each the size of him. Realizing he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, his father told his mother the truth. He was a vampire. Before she could talk to him, he left her alone with her child. Throughout his early years, Kinvor had to keep his wings a secret, never quite understanding why. Whenever anyone had seen them, his mother would take them away to a new town in a new area. After realizing most people were either making fun of his wings or afraid of them, he took a grudge on society. Most of his time he gave up dealing with people, and went about his own life how he wanted to live it. At the age of 22, he realized that he had inherited something other than bat wings from his father; the ability to not age. In fact, those two things were the only Vampire like attributes he has. He’s not hurt by sun, holy water, or other “Vampire killers”. He also doesn’t have the need to feast of blood for strength. Because of that, he still considers himself human. Soon after, he realized that the only person he could ever attach himself to was his father, since anyone else would die long before he. From that point on, he searched the archives of the world for records of vampires, and other such things, and followed them in search of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Vesaus Emotia Race: Human Age: 32 Gender: Male Class: * Dual Swordsman. Appearance:* Vesaus has brown hair that stops just above his eyes. He also has a same color, fuzzy beard that goes from sideburn to sideburn, with a mustache that loops around his mouth and connects to the beard. Generally, he will be wearing a brown leather shirt, with a few slashes in it both from fights and to allow easier movements. His sleeves cut off before the elbow. His brown leather leggings and similar in the way of slash marks, though they lead all the way down to his leather boots. His outfit makes him rely heavily on mobility. Personality:* Being an older human than most of the people he travels with, Vesaus thinks of himself as a father figure. He will often get frustrated and yell when he can’t do something, but doesn’t like to ask for help. Though not entirely open about his own feelings, he likes trying to help people with their problems. Despite the fact that he likes too, he doesn’t have good enough people skills to help with their troubles. Vesaus is fairly easy to get along with, since he is all good intentions. Fighting Style:* Vesaus wields two short swords. Normally, he will fight putting the extreme mobility of his suit to use, focusing on an onslaught of attacks to not give his opponent a chance to counter. Being very protective, often he will get very emotional in battle and go berserk. If he knows a battle is coming, however, he will try to strategize, and set up any traps he can. Vesaus is an expert at multi opponent fighting, though, surprisingly, only a mediocre duelist. Skills and talents:* Vesaus spends a lot of time sitting by the fire carving wood to make small sculptures. Inventory: Twin blades, Small carving knife, Money Pouch, Small pouch to put his wood carvings in, A satchel full of herbs. History: ***************** Vesaus was brought up mainly by his father, a man who lived by traveling the wild, sticking to the woods as opposed to towns. Through being brought up like that, Vesaus himself learned to live off the forest animals and herbs, becoming an excellent person to be a ranger. At the age of 16, He joined the Imperial Army, training for many years. After many switches, Vesaus finally settled with the twin blades. Before getting a real chance to be in a war, Vesaus quit the army, getting homesick for the forests. And so that’s how he lived his life for many years, traveling around the world, only entering towns for desperately needed supplies. He traveled alone, until, that is, he met a very hyperactive girl in a city once, longing to travel with him. Seeing as she was all-alone, and he had no kids of his own, He let her come along. That girl was Lékayes Rakon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Lékayes Rakon Race: Human Age: 15 Gender: Female Class: * Mage Appearance:* Lékayes is a red-head with medium sized hair. Her face has a few freckles on it. Because she is a fairly small person, he blue mages robes often cover her hands and feet. Her robes have icicles around the sleeves, the bottom, and the collar, which have the point facing away from her hands, feet, and head. On the rest of the robe are snowflakes. Usually, you will find her with a joyful smile on her face. Personality:* Lékayes is generally a very hyper person, that very quickly becomes a part of whatever group she is in. Though sometimes annoying, with her friendly attitude she is easy to get along with. Like most people, she does get angry at people being rude or mean. Due to her hyperactive nature, she is always one of the first to volunteer to start working. Though she would rather play than work, she would rather work than sit still. Lékayes can very easily get lonely and sad. Fighting Style:* Lékayes, being a mage, fights with magic. She is most proficient with Ice magic, but she can use basic magic in all other elements, except for healing, if need be. At the beginning of an unexpected fight, Lékayes will often freeze up and not think properly. However, after she “thaws”, she will try to hurt her opponent - with as small a spell as possible - so that they will give up. Due to her kind nature, she will try to not kill. Skills and talents:* Disregarding her skills with magic, Lékayes is fairly good at calming and handling animals. Inventory: A few small herbs to heal Mana. (That’s it, as she doesn’t have any weapons) History: Lékayes was the only one of her parents four children that showed any magical talent. Though she lived a fairly normal childhood, at the age of eight, he parents sent her off to the school of magic. She studied there for a few years, excelling in ice magic. At the age of 14, she was sent off from the school of magic, all but graduated, to practice her skills in the real world. As she left the school, she met kind, selfless man setting out on a long journey. After talking with him for a while, she decided that there was no better way to practice her magic than to go with him. This man was Vesaus Emotia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP sample:Kinvor silently strode through the forest, messing with his sleeves to give his hands something to do. /me Aparently something abnormal happened here not long ago. /me Anything abnormal definatly could call out 'vampire'. Barely taking notice, he stepped inside the granite ring. Upon hearing the crunch underneath his feet, he was brought back into reality and looked around. The ground underneath his feet was no longer a dirt trail. Now it was covered in leaves and branches. Behind him, the path continued on. In front of him, past the circle, the path continued on. /me But why not here? Suddenly, he realized all other noise in the forest had stopped. His bat wings, curled up on his back, tensed a bit, ready to take him up at any moment. His hands reached down, curling around the allready strung crossbow. Kinvor imediatly flipped around, firing his crossbow toward wherever he thought he could hit something. The arrow, burying itself in a tree, only left a fine black mist where his target would have been. Kinvor shook his head. /me Whatever it was, it got away. Silently, he continued walking.
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Post by Ryuu on Feb 10, 2007 23:23:49 GMT -6
Name: Ryuu Masken
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Class: Balanced Fighter
Appearance: He has a small scar on his left cheek. He wears a set of leather armor, but it has no arms, and his tunic has no sleeves, leaving his arms bare, except for the fingerless gloves on his hands. He has a belt on with a side pack, and a dagger on the other side. He wears light pants, with a knee pad on his left leg, and a shin guard on his right leg. Also, leather travelling boots. He has light-brown hair that is very messy, and sticks up in multiple directions. His eyes are a light-green shade. His skin is lightly tanned, from traveling in the sun.
Personality: Ryuu is very outgoing, and loves to woo any suitable woman he comes across, and usually succeeds in such an endeavor. He's very relaxed, and tends not to take anything going on seriously. He often treats the entirety of life as a large and elaborate game. He likes to stand out, and will often do things that he thinks are cool, most likely to cause any nearby females to become enamoured with him.
Fighting Style: Ryuu is a very rush-forth halberd user. However, he's had enough fights in his time to emprovise in battle, and he's at least smart enough to not charge into a situation he knows that he'd lose.
Skills and talents: He is very charismatic. He's been known to seduce bargirls around the world, knock down prices on goods with female merchants, etc. etc. Other than women, he can be rather diplomatic when needed.
Inventory: Halberd: found in his town when it was destroyed by bandits Dagger: belonged to father
History: Ryuu was a very energetic and friendly child. He trained in weapon arts with his father until the age of 14, when his town came under attack by a large bandit group. His father, though a master fighter, could not fend off the hordes in his age. Ryuu hid until the raid ended, and helped clean up the town. His mother had been kidnapped, and his father killed. When burying his father, he took his father's dagger, which was the first weapon that Ryuu trained with. He found a bloodied halberd near his father's corpse, and took it up as his arm, swearing revenge. He left the town after he finished helping the survivors bury the dead, and left to search for the bandits. Three years, later, he found them. They had made a hideout in a small cave, and Ryuu with some mercenary friends he had made, successfuly infultrated the cave and Ryuu confronted and killed the leader. He found his mother ragged, ravaged, and raped in a cage. She was nearing death due to sickness and malnutrition. Her final words to Ryuu were for him not to carry hate, and to have a pleasing, and fun life. Ryuu, of course, took these words to heart. He became a traveling mercenary, and has had many adventures and has met many people.
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"See ya'," Ryuu said, waving to the deep-green haired girl he had worked with so many times in the past. He turned to the road ahead of him, listening to the fresh gold clink in his pouch. Ooh, this life was fun! He couldn't understand how most people lived in towns. Other than Ashley, who he'd just split ways with, who else was there...? Zaber, the scythe-toting, death-look-alike magic-flinging elf. Fiona, the nervous half-elf healer with a heart of gold--Ryuu never could get over the fact of how stereotypical she was. Raven, the quiet archer type. Nice girl and all, but she really should drop the whole quiet, pale stealthy girl thing. It's sooo overdone these days. There was Tanis, too, that quirky little gnome guy who never talked. It was quite the feat learning his sign language! He also had that nifty little magic-handshooter thing. Whatever the hell that was. Ashley was an interesting one, too. Ryuu had personally experienced watching her drink a group of several dwarves under the table, and then complain about the lack of intoxicating qualities in the ale. Gods, Ryuu thought. I love this life.
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Post by Tisç Shadowlight on Feb 11, 2007 13:14:56 GMT -6
Name: Tisç Shadowlight
Race: Undead Human
Age: 162
Gender: Male
Class: Dead
Appearance: He skin is half rotten of his torso and his face, some parts of skin are still stuck on him, but it rots away over time, he was pretty tall, but now walks bowed forward as his legs are weakened, he has darkbrown hair, some has fallen off on the left side of the head, his right eye is green, the other eye is gone, he wears a black cape, tunic and pants, he always shows an expression of being tired.
Personality: He's very silent (as he can't talk and his feet are more sliding around then normal walking). People can't get along with him (well, that's because of how he looks like). He has no temper (no brains). He doesn't have any feelings.
Fighting Style: He uses shadow magic.
Skills and talents: He has healing abilities and can talk with the dead or with the summoner who summoned him.
Inventory: Nothing.
History: Unknown, he can't tell anyone and Rez doesn't know anything except that she found him in a cave. But there's a short history known, look below.
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Greesh and Tisç were drinking some rum as they sat with the crew at the camp. "It's said that this treasure has to be huge!" Greesh said laughing. "Arr! We'll be the richest pirates around," Tisç replied as he drank on, the whole night they kept drinking with the crew. Captain Tisç Shadowlight and first mate Greesh Lycarnos had found a treasure-map a few years ago and had been through a rough time to gather a crew to get to the island, now the treasure was in grasp.
The next morning Tisç woke up and there were men missing, "where's the rest of the crew?" he asked Greesh. "I don't know, maybe they ran off," he replied. "Why would they do that?" "I don't know." "Let's wait a day, they might come back." So the crew staid a day longer at the spot, and this time there were guards set up, the next morning, the guards and alot more of the crew were gone, "what in the world is going on?" Tisç yelled shocked, a big part of the crew got scared and ran for the boats to get away. "What do we do now? It seems this place is cursed," Greesh said as he sweated. "We should move on,"Tisç said as he supressed all emotions.
The next days were just like the first two, men started missing, but they kept moving on, there were only 8 of the crew left when they almost reached the end of the trail on the map, "we're almost there!" Greesh said as he took off his wet shirt. "We lost around the 9 people every night, we could all die if we stop now," Tisç said afraid, "maybe we can make it before we die." "We might die even if we make it," Tcaren yelled at Tisç. "But we might also survive it, it's or die here or having a chance to survive," Tisç replied.
So they gone on and after a couple of hours, there came a sort of a wind and mist, "what is this for a thick mist?" Greesh asked. "I don't know... maybe they take people out this way," Tisç said shocked and yelled, "is everyone alright?" There came some voices from behind and Tisç counted them, "we're missing 2 people," Greesh said before Tisç finished. Tisç cursed and told everyone to hold each others hands, "we have to know where everyone is," and they moved on, after another couple of hours, there came a yell from behind, "what's wrong?" Tisç yelled back. "The torso's gone! Only the arm's still there, we're missing another 2!" the man replied. From before Tisç Greesh said, "we're almost there and we're with only 4 men left." "Move on!" Tisç said. Greesh replied immediatly with "we should run for the end, there's no time left" and all 4 started to run, for hours it seemed Tisç was running, not able to tell if the others were still there and then saw the end, a cave with a door made of gold and a golden hook made to it and Greesh screamed from behind him as the fog started to clear. Tisç looked behind him and saw Greesh getting ripped apart by corpses, when he looked at one of the corpses, he saw the sign of his ship, it was his crew, Tisç started to run for his life as the corpses followed him, some started to reach him and grabbed him, before he got pulled back, he grabbed the golden hook, as his flesh got pulled of his body he pushed the door open and the corpses started to flee.
The next day Tisç woke up and felt a pain and illness through his body, he looked at his arm and it was broken, he screamed and then he saw his reflecting in the golden wall, his body was broken and his skin was ripped loose, he then looked around and saw the treasure, halls full of gold and diamonds, he also saw an old book on a table and started to read in it, and found out the horrible truth, everyone who reached there had been through the same as he was, although they got there with their bodies still normal, he written his story down. And thought he'd die, but the curse didn't let him, he was cursed just like his crew, only he wasn't stolen of his mind nor soul, but his memories started to fade away slowly.
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Post by Arynielle Fallyce on Feb 11, 2007 21:08:27 GMT -6
Name: Elaviel Seimarwen Race: Elf/angel Age: She appears to be about 17, though she doesn't know her true age... she is old, however. It's only because of her elven blood that keeps her looking young. Gender: Female Class: Fighter/summoner Appearance: Rough sketch of Lavi, cause I'm too lazy to scan her drawing. >.>Elaviel, being quite the vain type of person she is, likes to dress accordingly in all sorts of styles and fashions. Of course, she also prefers to flaunt her natural beauty and doesn't get too carried away with her clothing. She will wear just about anything and everything that suits her purposes. If this elf has to go on a raid at night, she'll make a ninja outfit look spiffy; if she has to go hunting for gold in the mines, you bet she'll find a way to look good doing just that. Dresses, uniforms, cloaks and boots... you name it, she's got it. And yes, she loves to flirt with guys. The elf has sleek, blue-black hair that runs down past her shoulder and amazingly clear, blue eyes. For some reason, she is awfully fond of Japanese-styled clothing and is mostly likely always wearing something along those lines. Standing at about 5' 8", she is somewhat short for one of her race. However, if you see her fight, you'll see that size doesn't matter much against her-- she uses it to her own advantage. Personality: Although Elaviel loves her sense of style, she is also a tree-hugger. She cares deeply for animals and will do anything to preseve nature. It's difficult for her to refuse others in need of aid, which often keeps the elf very busy, running errands and whatnot. Also, Elaviel tends to be somewhat of a reckless person-- she doesn't think before she acts and will accomplish most goals on first instinct. Besides that minor setback, she is determined and believes that if you want anything done, you'll have to do it yourself. Not exactly the most patient of people, she thinks on her feet and can normally get herself out any situation. The elf highly dislikes arrogant and roostery people, who believe they are better than the rest of the world. Even though she likes to show-off in her own way, she's actually quite the modest person. Irony, no? Well, that's what her life it filled with; simple irony. Yet, she likes that. It would be a boring world if everything went nicely, wouldn't it? Fighting Style: One thing you probably should know is Elaviel is an extremely evasive fighter; she lacks the strength and endurance to take blows, though she has the speed and agility to dodge them. So basically, if you land a few good attacks, she's out of there. On the other hand, you're going to have a heck of a time actually hitting her-- she's not going to stand still for you. Elaviel prefers to use her hand and feet in a martial arts style as opposed to using weapons (Although yes, she likes to use her magic bow and arrows too.) Having little stamina, she can't afford to participate in a long-standing battle, so over the years, she has perfected her skills; she has an extremely high critical-hit average. Weapon/Spell list:Energize: Because the elf doesn't have much in the way of physical strength and relies on agile speed and pure, lethal skill, she can use this short spell to enhance her blows. This stat boost lasts only a short amount of time. Summon bow and arrow: Yep, she's too lazy to carry her own set with her. She has an unlimited supply of arrows, as long as she can manage to summon them. This weapon is fused with the element of light and can pierce nearly any sort of armor. Summon Spirit: Elaviel has befriended two beast spirits she can actually summon to the field in her defense. Rikayu, the silver wolf and Imber, the golden dragon. An attack from either of them is absolutely devastating, but she can only summon one at a time and only when she truly needs the aid. Heaven's gift: Because she was once a holy angel, she used to have the ability to fly above the clouds. But after being cursed and falling from the sky, her feathery, white wings disappeared into nothingness. Now, she can only use them temporarily as a gift from her ancestors after offering a short prayer. Trial by light: A fairly complicated spell which takes quite a few minutes to chant. But rest assured, the results are worth it in a tight situation. Basically, this spell takes an opponent's energy and turns it against them. If the spirit is pure at heart, then the victim will be released and purified of all evils within him. However, if the enemy is evil and wicked, the spell will destroy him. It's the ideal technique to use when someone is possessed. Of course, this is a fatiguing spell for both the chanter and the victim, and Elaviel won't be able to do much to defend herself afterwards. Skills and talents: The most recognizable feat is Elaviel's natural ability to produce music. Her voice is calm and melodic, while her mind can create astonishing lyrics because of her charisma. Whether she is playing an Elven instrument or singing, her music is soothing to the ear wherever she goes. Also, Elaviel has minor healing abilities. Inventory: Elaviel has always carried with her a oddly-shaped crystal, which resembles a star. This trinket is keep around her neck on a thin, but strong, silver chain. Although she has no idea what power this necklace may hold, she continues to keep it with her as a token of her lost mother. History: To make a long story short, her mother (Virawiel Seimarwen) and father (Llullar Seimarwen) were both holy guardians, who served the high Gods and Goddesses in heaven. With a stroke of misfortune and betrayal, the heavenly realm was attacked and Elaviel was thrown from the sky and cursed, losing her pure, white wings. By then, she was already full grown and could take care of herself... though she would have a heck of a difficult time regaining her stature as an angel. In the midst of it all, she had enjoyed her carefree life on earth so much, that she had forgotten her holy task defending the Holy realm. Will she ever return? Or will she be stuck as an earth-dweller forever? Her only hope of returning lies in the will and wit of her half-brother, Kaisa. He only wishes the best for his younger sister, but is he willing to give up her company on earth to allow her to take her place in the heavenly balance? Elaviel is the only family he's seen in quite a while, after his mother left to complete her task as a guardian and his father died. What will Kaisa choose to do? ----------------- Name: Arynielle Fallyce (Ari for short) Race: Half-elf Age: 17 Gender: Female Class: Spell-caster/fighter Appearance: Former avatar. XD Lavender, semi-wavy hair falls elegantly to Ari's shoulders as neatly-cut bangs rest upon her forehead. The half elf's eyes are a clear turquiose color which may vary in hue depending on her mood. Her facial expression is normally cheerful and warm which allows her eyes to sparkle in both the day and night. Ari's skin is neither dark nor pale, and although her original complexion may lean toward the paler side, years of training under the sun have caused her to become slightly pinkish compared to those of her race. She stands at about 5' 6" and is quite athletic. Her legs and arms are well toned because she is almost always active, unable to sit still for more than fifteen minutes. Ari's normal clothing consists of a tight tank top and a loose pair of pants that come down to her ankles. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy sandles, made from the woven fibers of tree bark and other plants. A belt made of woven reeds rests around her small waist and Ari wears no other accessories. She cares little of physical appearances. Personality: Ari is possibly one of the most stubborn creatures alive. She will stop at nothing to see that her goals are reached-- of course, this is naturally a good thing, seeing as this half-elf has a heart of gold. She always reaches out to others in need of aid and won't hesitate to volunteer herself for nearly any sort of task. Willing and loyal, she smiles as she works to pass the time. Ari is diligent with what she is passionate for... she adores animals and enjoys working with them. In fact, to show her devotion toward living creatures, she is a vegetarian! As eager as she is to learn, however, she is also very fanciful and naive. When she was a small child in school, she often missed the professors' lectures, daydreaming and thinking about other things. Naturally, the teachers weren't particularly happy but they understood that Ari's intentions were still pure and that she meant to personal offense to her mentors. Her favorite activities include star gazing and exploring the natural world while making animal friends. ^-^ Although Ari is abnormally cheerful about things, she does have a darker side. For the most part, she is chipper... the other part of her is confused and filled with sadness. There are somethings in this world that she simply can't grasp and understand-- like how she and her bretheren are treated by the general public. She is rarely angered by others and gets along with most people. The half-elf does have a sarcastic side... but it's mostly used in good humor. In general, Arynielle is simply a sweet person who wants more than anything to be at peace with herself and for the entire world be devoid of racism. Yes, she is a bit hopeful, and many people point this out. Yet her wish remains the same. Currently, she is traveling the world in hopes of making her dreams come true... she knows that it'll be difficult and that her journey will be difficult but all the same, she knows that she needs to keep on trying. Fighting Style: At a young age, Ari was taught how to fight with a bo-staff (basically a long stick ) and she practices martial arts regularly. Though she knows little of the etiquette of martial arts, she is familiar with even the most advanced of techniques. Because of her lithe and agile body, she is able to use speed to her advantage in battle. She always carries a rod with her for physical protection though she is also educated in spellcasting. While in Exire, she was taught how to cast the most simple of spells, mostly those of the elements. Since then, she has learned more complicated forms of magic simply by trial and error. A note of caution-- As talented as she is, Ari will not be able to fight in the presence of a spider. Just to let you know. Skills and talents: Ari has the ability to spread her cheer to others and remains optimistic in nearly every situation. Another skill which proves useful to her allies in battle is her knowledge of the healing arts. She was trained just a little although her skill in healing has increased quite a bit. Inventory: A small, woven pouch which she keeps at her side at all times, holds a number of herbs for healing purposes, a small knife for tool purposes, a few gold pieces for cash and maybe a snack or two. Ari carries a flask of water in a leather pouch (as much as she hates killing animals for something like this, she has little choice) and her dependable bo-staff. History: There really isn't much to be said about Ari. She was born with no siblings, her mother a elf and her father a human-- or vice versa, the world may never know. Her parents were persecuted for their love of one another because such relationship between the two races were forbidden. Ari somehow wound up in Exire, the floating island in the sky and was raised by the townsfolk. -------------------------- Name: Tempest Arashi Race: Human Age: 21 Gender: Male Class: Fighter... usually on horseback. Appearance: Tempest is rather strong, even for his age, but he doesn't let that stop him from being as quick as lightning on the battlefield. He stands at about 6'1", tall but not necessarily bulky with muscle. Brown strands of hair cascade over his light hazel-shaded eyes, and even when he brushes his bangs away, they always manage to drift back in front of his face. His hair can be rather messy at times, mainly because he doesn't care about how he looks and never bothers to fix it. He has elegantly slanted eyes that give him an intriguing, but handsome look. Tempest usually wears a tunic with a few pieces of armor (just as any warrior would) and carries a lance and sword with him. Although most people think it to be wise to be more heavily covered in full costume, Tempest prefers being able to move as opposed to being weighed down. His smile is to die for if you can get him to laugh... all in all, Tempest is quite a catch, but looks aren't everything. Personality: Although his name certainly alludes to his personality, Tempest really isn't as stoic and cold-hearted as most people say he is. He is sarcastic, irritable and withdrawn but on the inside, he's truly a softy and has a heart of gold. Growing up with a rough life and few friends, he is slow to trust and he finds it difficult to open up to others. Indeed he is a tough nut to crack-- however, if you can manage to do so, you will have a steadfast and valiant friend for life. Certain things irritate Tempest... actually, a lot of things do. Even though stupidity might cause him to glare, disloyalty will cause him to rip someone's head off. It's a huge mistake flipping a coin on his bad side, because once you're on it, you're not getting off anytime soon. He will be irritable with new people and often snappish; yet he is never truly angry unless he sees an act of injustice or plain cruelty. At that point, he will snap and his temper will probably take over. Often misunderstood, the warrior has never taken the time to get to know others. If you want him as a companion, you'll have to go out of your way to befriend him. He's not easy to get along with at first because of his withdrawn personality, but if you make an honest attempt, he'll know. Tempest is very intelligent and uses said brain to his advantage on the battlefield. He knows how to think on his feet and will do whatever he can to keep his allies alive. His undying sense of loyalty comes before anything else-- in fact, as odd as it may seem, he puts the needs of others before his own, though he doesn't easily accept the gratitude of those he helps. This may come off as being rude, but in reality, he's just insociable. Another thing about him is that he has an incredible soft spot of animals. Any sort of animal. Tempest adores Taraa and his wolven friend Rajuko. He finds it less head-racking to socialize with animals as opposed to humans. Fighting Style:Tempest is an extraordinarily skilled warrior. He normally weirds a sword or a lance, and since he was trained to fight on horseback, he gains an advantage when he is in battle with his animal companion Taraa. This strawberry roan mare has been his friend through many dangers and was the first horse he trained upon. Tempest would never leave her behind if he had a choice in the matter. She gives him the speed his needs to deal powerful and lethal blows and allows him to dodge enemy hits during a combat. The two work as one body when they are out on the battlefield. Together they can evade and strike with more accuracy than any ordinary warrior. Taraa and Tempest have an incredible bond of trust, able to rely on each other in the murkiest of situations. Being on the tall side with long legs, he also practices the martial arts, though Tempest never dwells on that particular art for too long. He believes that "a warrior is only as good as his weapon," and he will only resort to martial arts if he looses said weapon for some unfortunate reason. Being a quick thinker, Tempest sometimes combines slashes with powerful kicks to the head, but using such techniques only comes when he fights without Taraa's assistance. Skills and talents: Tempest is a very well-rounded fighter and doesn't have too many physical weaknesses as far as combat goes... naturally, he is a better warrior on horseback so without Taraa, he will lose some of his evasiveness and speed. He's a very offensive fighter and unless his enemy's throwing a fatal blow, he'll usually take the hit and counter rather than dodge it entirely. And of course, he's stubborn. He doesn't take advice easily and would rather make his own mistakes than learn from those of others. That may be his greatest downfall. As for strengths... socially, he doesn't have any. Physically, he's got it covered. Tempest is a strategist, but he won't waste his time thinking-- if he doesn't have an idea, he follows the saying "Sometimes the best strategy is just kicking butt." He won't spend hours pondering either, because he's a risk-taker by nature. ...outside of fighting, he doesn't have much in the way of skills and talents. >.> He's good with animals but that's pretty much it. Inventory: Normally, he carries his sword, a lance, a small knife, basic provisions and a first-aid kit. History: Tempest doesn't wish to remember his history, nor does he want anyone else to know about it. He lived a hard life as a child and hopes to begin a new life without those horrid memories haunting his every footstep. They are probably why he sleeps little, eats little and has horrible social skills. RP Sample: A handsome male elf stepped through the trees, maneuvering over various roots and shrubs. A white stallion nickered quietly, following his agile companion among the undergrowth. Surprisingly enough, the horse could also move through the forest quite gracefully, despite his massive bulk. "Lauris," the elf called back. "Stay here, my friend. I'll be back as soon as I can." With those last words, Eldarago straightened his silken robes and strode atop the strange granite circle, confused at what this may be. He wandered across the strange pavement-like ground, disappearing into the other side of the forest. Meanwhile, Lauris' ears twitched as a light splashing sound could be heard from the distance. Now what on earth could that possibly be? Curious, the stallion trotted through the forest, dodging trees and such. Once out of the woods, he cantered in swift, long strides, carrying himself towards the running water. No, it doesn't sound like a beaver. And certainly not a fish. He followed the winding river until he found the source of the sound. It's a human. The species of man rarely wandered into Elven territory; Lauris pondered why a girl would be drifting downstream. He came to the conclusion that she obviously wasn't here by choice and that she needed aid.
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Post by Rez Shadowlight on Feb 13, 2007 8:10:19 GMT -6
Name: Rez Shadowlight Race: Human Age: 13 Gender: Female Class: Summoner Appearance: Long green hair, green eyes, pale skin, green robes, green gloves, green shoes, green other clothes, green hat, green nails & white teeth Personality: scared, quick & mysterious Fighting Style: She carries a staff and 2 daggers, but she almost uses only magic. She doesn't really fight, she let others (or summons) fight for her. She's a good summoner and not a great fighter. She's a bit skilled with the daggers. She's very evasive. She focusses mostly on running away. Her strategy is: Run for your life! Let the boneheads fight, I'm outta here!Skills and talents: She can sing and dance very well. Inventory: All sorts of orbs, jewelry, potions, wooden dolls and alot of strange stuff. History: She has memory-lost and travels through all kinds of lands and sometimes teleports at some point. RP Sample:Rez walks quick and silent through some forest, she doesn't know how she gotten here, after some while she hears something growling and she started to run. She ran for almost an hour before she stopped, then she heard another growl and she starts to run again, but slips into a hole and notices it was her stomach growling, as she sighed, she heard a voice behind her, then she heard someone or something jumped out of a tree, she quickly turned around, hitted the man with extreme long darkblond hair in the black clothes in the face and ran off, but when she ran a sort while she just ran into an other land, she teleported. Rez fell on the ground in some sort of a cave and saw lots of gold, she didn't remember how she gotten here, she brushed her clothes clean and looked at a golden bell, she had no idea what it was as she forgotten all about it, then she tripped over something and saw some corpse laying on the ground, she stood up and watched the corpse, it started to crawl and Rez jumped backwards away against a table. A book fell on the ground and Rez picked it up, she read what it said and read about a curse, the undead corpse on the ground started to crawl again out of pain, Rez came closer and started a spell to soften the pain and then a spell to collect the corpse as one of her summons, Tisç the Undead.
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Post by Niek Shadowlight on Feb 14, 2007 5:08:59 GMT -6
Name: Niek Shadowlight
Race: Human
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Class: Blind Swordsman
Appearance: A black band around his head before his eyes, red hair, pale skin, he wears black clothes, which are tied to his body, so it isn't to long to trip over.
Personality: He's very silent and observant. He isn't shy, neither talkactive. He's for some people easy to get along with, others not. He doesn't have a temper. He doesn't think about it, he got problems with it. He doesn't like much things. It irritates him that he can't read with his eyes, as he's blind.
Fighting Style: He uses a very long blade. He doesn't like magic. He enjoys fighting. He's very skilled in fighting with fists or his sword or any sword he finds. He's pretty evasive, but has problems with seeing where he goes. He focusses solely on his enemy in fights. He has no strategy, he'll make up something within the fight.
Skills and talents: He can read any language even ancient, when it's embedded in a rock (by feeling).
Inventory: His sword, a ball with symbols embedded in it.
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The RP sample is hard, as Niek's blind, we type what he tells us, so I wonder if he could enter without RP sample, also, if he's accepted, can you PM us instead of Niek? We're Rez & Tisç Shadowlight.
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Post by Shiori Ailill on Feb 25, 2007 2:02:05 GMT -6
Actually I am done now >_<U forgot to get rid of this... however, I will probably be editting this a few time as Shiori is going through a couple of changes. Name: Shiori Ailill Race: Half-elf/Angel Age: Looks 19-20, age has stopped. Real age unknown, over 2000 at least Gender: Female Class: Fighter/Spellcaster Appearance:piccie: img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/Astronna/Misc/shiori23jp.jpgShiori is a little bit on the shorter side, considering her heritage, about 5'5". Rather slim in built but well toned. Her violet eyes are large and almost always have a joyful light to them, and she usually has a soft smile on her face. People believe she's human since she does not have the elfish ears. Personality: A kind soul with a not-so-clean past. Shiori is more friendly now than she was before she met her newest friends (Ari, Cyrus, Aleu, Kapu etc.) as she didn't want people to get too close to her since she has been on the run. She is always there for the other person. Shiori also dislikes lies, as she knows full well that ignorance is not bliss. Fighting Style: Even though she is stronger than most because she's an angel, she is actually very weak compared to other angels (For example: Tos Ref. Shiori would have needed both arms to carry Regal instead of just one like Colette). She sacrificed that power for more speed. With that she is almost as fast as her companion, Amaro. She is also a distance fighter as she fights with throwing daggers. Shiori also is a decent magic user as well, knowing mid-level magic attacks as well as a few angelic techniques. She can also enchant her weapons so that they deal magical elemental damage as well as physical damage. Shiori has also aquired a melee weapon, and chain-link whip. However, the whip isn't made of any natural materials like metal or leather, but of her own mana. Because of this, she can do things that is impossible if it was a normal weapon. Shiori summons this when needed and just disappears when she doesn't. Skills and talents:Enchanting: She can enchant weapons with various elements and put multiple elements on one weapon as well (just not opposing elements). Magic: She can also manipulate magic spells for not battle purposes: examples: Aqua Edge --> creating drinking water Wind Blade --> for wacking people at a distance (When in Meltokio she had to use this to get a certain red-haired man away from her XD) Shiori is also good and surviving the outdoors since she's been on the run for so long. New:Psychoempathics: (Thank you f0n9 for helping me flesht his out!!) Shiori is now a (budding) empath. *gets confuzzled faces* Basically she's like a psychic/psion/etc person (telepathy, telekinesis) however, while they use the powers of the mind to do their thing, Shiori uses the power of emotions to do hers. She can read peoples emotions like psychics can read minds, however, Shiori can not read exactly what they are thinking, just if they're feeling depressed angry or whatever. She can also sense who is feeling the emotion because each person gives off a certain vibe due to their core personality ( kinda like how you know who wrote something after reading their work because of their writing style/patterns, their "voice"). When stronger (Shiori can't do this yet), an empath can actually search and find people through this sensing. Also, sensing people's emotions is easier with people the empath knows, especially if they are close to him or her. Another ability an empath has is the ability to manipulate emotions. The empath make a sort of emotional link with another and then can make them (depending upon how much they've trained, natural ability, despiration, etc.) feel a different emotion. This can be used for both good or ill as it can stop fights, or create riots. If the empath is strong enough, he or she can manipulate multiple targets ( if they are both talented and well trained they can manipulate a huge amount of people, however this is very dangerous on the empath). Since there is an emotional link between the both the empath and the target, there are dangers to the empath. If the empath is ill-trained, the empath's emotions will be overrun by the target's, which can be disasterous. Inventory:A virtually endless supply of throwing daggers (where do they come from? It is a mystery! XD actually she probably either finds the ones she throws or constantly buys more when she's in towns), and couple of small pouches for food and a leather canteen for water. History:Over two millenia ago Shiori met Auberon, who became sort of an older brother to her. Both being half-elves they had hard lives, but they got through. They both decided on joining Cruxis to help stop the descrimination of their race. Shiori had to do some horrible things that she thought, at the time, where necessary to changing the world. Well, once Auberon got promoted, he changed, and Shiori finally realized what she really was doing. "How can a group stop discrimination when they do it themselves?" With this in mind, Shiori left Cruxis [this was roughly a few centeries ago]. Since joining Cruxis is supposed to be an eternal deal, Shiori has been on the run ever since, and even Auberon has taken up the chase to find her (see Mission 2). Recent History:Shiori has been away from the group for a year. One of the main reasons was that she found out that Cruxis was close on her heels again and so she disappeared to shake them off (and she wasn't going to get her latest invaluable friends involved). Another thing that was happening during this time was that she was getting incredibly ill while with the group. This is actually because of her budding Psychoempathic abilities. She was sensing the emotions of the group and when an empath senses too many emotions, they get ill (imagine feeling many emotions at once that aren't yours @_@). Shiori is very close to many of the members of the group, so she was able to sense her friends emotions very easily and very strongly. Amaro: Shiori's old companion from before she met Auberon or joined Cruxis. A mischevious but loyal and friendly kitsune. No one knows except for him why he is even still alive (as kistunes do not live to be over a few centuries). He can fight using his speed (which is faster than an angel's eye), and a few special techniques that he has for being a kitsune (night-themed of course ^_^). However, he usually does not see the battlefield for random reasons. piccie: img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/Astronna/Pets/bde8965c.jpg(note: kitsunes are between the size of a fox or wolf, depending upon a number of things, including abilities and type. Amaro is about the size of a large coyote) ***************************** The moment the birds stopped singing, Shiori stopped walking. A soft ball of violet light grew in the palm of her hand, stretching and expanding into a chain-whip of the same light. The half-elf held both the handle and the chain, wrist roostered to send the chain after whatever enemy might approach. Shiori turned slowing in the clearing, straining both her angelic eyes and ears to see or hear anything amongst the large trees. Amaro, the girl's life-long companion paced with her, facing the opposite direction so that her back wasn't exposed. "What do you think it might be?" The night kitsune whispered, his star dusted blue fur was on end, making him look almost three times his normal size. His white-tipped ears twitched, trying to find what had caused the abnormal silence. A gentle breeze came through the clearing towards the two, making the grass sway like ocean waves. Amaro stiffened, sniffing at what the breeze brought with it. A small smirk graced the fox's muzzle, but he didn't relax his fighting stance. "So he's here, eh?" he mumbled with a sigh, his eyes half-lidded in a mix of annoyance and relief. "Back up, Shiori," he jumped backwards, butting into his mistress, forcing her near the edge of the clearing. Just then a mass of black bursted out of the trees, directly at Amaro. Shiori's eyes could only see a mass of black and blue as her kitsune wrestled with whatever attacked them. She couldn't tell who, or what had the upper hand. She raised her hand to strike with her whip. No, that wouldn't work, the last thing I want to do is hit Amaro by accident.Amaro jumped back away from the creature. At the same time, a cage made up of glowing blue-silver moons and stars trapped the assailent. "What are you DOING here?" Amaro growled at what he had trapped. It was then Shiori finally got a good look of what had came out of the forest. The odd fox-beast was larger than Amaro, about the size of a wolf, with the darkest of black fur. It had flame like markings starting in red and ending in yellow on its legs, tails and muzzle. The tails intrigued Shiori, as they were three whip-like things each tipped with an arrow-like point. Black bat-like wings flapped methodically behind the beast's shoulderblades. Horns grew beside the creatures ears, curving to a wicked point. But it was the eyes that disturbed the angel the most, those blood red eyes with snake-like pupils. "I asked you a question, Asir," Amaro didn't look at the odd kitsune, instead focussing on smoothing out his fur. "I was bored, so I decided to pay my dear brother a visit," The beast's voice was rich, like a french vampire after he found a delicious maiden to bring back to his home to feed upon, if Shiori had known of vampires, or France. At this Amaro shot his head up and shot Asir a wide-eyed and pissed look, "And nearly distroy the paradimentions in the process?!" The cage disappeared, but all the demon did was curl up into a ball, preparing for a nap, apparently. "Yeah... I was bored. You know, it's rather nice here," Asir yawned showing vicious white canines. The night kitsune glared at the black form in front of him, his forehead moon glowing. Suddenly a star fell right infront of the napping demon's face. "Hey!" Asir whined as he jumped back, very annoyed that his nap was interrupted. "Go back to your own RP!" Amaro yelled. "But... it died," Asir pouted. "Then go back to Gaia!" With that, Amaro chased the demonic kitsune back to Gaia Online, leaving his mistress, Shiori, standing in a clearing, a very confused girl.
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Post by Deviette on Feb 25, 2007 4:12:28 GMT -6
Name: Ryan (doesn't have a last name) Race: Quater-elven, though he says he eleven, because he dislikes humans so much. Age: 24 Gender: Male Class: Archer Appearance: Ryan is about 5ft 12, his body structure is elegant for a human. He has deep brown eyes. He has dark red shoulder lenghth hair, the top half has been tied up in a high ponytail on the back of his head. He had a red headband with a patteren on it (same as on his shirt) that goes round his head and ties up his ponytail at the back. He wears a sleavless dark green shirt with a pattern on it in back. He has shorts turned up tight at the ends with a tie around the right one. He had a red belt with a dreamchatcher type charm on the side as well as a little pouch and his dagger on his right hip. He has a long brown cloak with a slanted fasten with a pattern on it. His bow is a long bow, it is green and had a pattern on it. (See picture) It's is made out of fine eleven wood, this is what gives it a green tinge. His dagger is made out of thin steel, although it looks rather weak and blunt, it is actually very strong and sharp. It also has the same pattern on it as the bow does. Ryan also has a tattoo on his left upper arm (Picture below) img59.imageshack.us/img59/1322/1748pm8.jpgLeft:- Design on Bow & Dagger Right:- Tattoo on Ryan's left arm. img260.imageshack.us/img260/9228/ryanah3.jpgRyan drawn with colour. Personality: Ryan finds elves and half-elves easy to talk to and understand. He becomes quite outgoing and relaxed around these people. But when he talks to other rases he becomes far more timid, he would prefer to talk as little to these people as much a possible. Ryan has a particular hatred for male humans with long black hair tied up in a ponytail, and green eyes. These people remind Ryan of the person that killed Sheba, and avoids them at all costs. Ryan can be quite bad tempered at times and is easily wowned up, but he is mostly very soft and gentile. Fighting Style: Ryan uses a bow, and is almost as skilled as any eleven archer. He is swift moving and sharp eyed, though he had a dagger he is not one to use it to fight, Ryan has the problem that if he gets in close, he is overpowered easily. Skills and talents: Ryan is a master craftsman. Though not the best he is defiantly much better than average. He is also very good at recognizing trees, due to the fact that he needs to be able to tells good ones for arrow making, Ryan is very particular about his arrows. Inventory: Ryan has a small pouch that carries arrow heads, and a few feathers because Ryan makes his own arrows. History: Ryan was born to a human mother, and a half eleven father. He knows next to nothing before he was 4, because then he was brought to an hidden eleven village. He was told that his mother had brought her there because she was dying, and that village had had connection with his father. When Ryan lived there, he's been bought up as a elf. It was not until he was about 9 that he started to realize that he wasn't the same as the other children of the village and that he was treated very slightly differently. It wasn't until he was 13 did he pluck up the courage to ask his adopted mum why he was different. His mother tells him that there is nothing wrong with him, and Ryan goes on believing this until he is 17 when it is customary for boys of the village to have a tattoo put onto their strongest upper arm, Ryan had this on his left, as he is left handed. Normally this tattoo says the wearer’s fall name, but Ryan's simply says Ryan. Because of this Ryan knew that this was not his home, all his doubts had become true in a solid blob of ink. Ryan left the village, he no longer wanted to live a life that was a lie. He's asked the village leaders to tell him who he really is, but they refused to tell him, saying that who he was grew up in this village. The outside world was vast. Ryan had no idea what to have expected from it, and he been given no help. Ryan got himself into much trouble and fights, he had no idea what he should act like out here. When he turned 20 he met Sheba, she was 2 years younger than he but she was kind and treated him nicely. She understood Ryan situation and she offered to travel with him until he found his footing in this harsh world. For 3 year they traveled together in this time Sheba had taken Ryan to many places, and Ryan had learnt much about this world. One day they came to an inn in a rather dodgy district, they hadn't had a place to stay for about 2 weeks now, and although they didn't like it, they stayed there anyway. During the night they where robbed, Sheba had tried to stop the robber, but had been stabbed instead. Ryan had been able to do nothing whilst his best friend, and the love of his life, had been killed in front of him. Ryan has never seen that man again, but if he ever did, his actions would be uncontrollable. About a year has passed since then, and Ryan has no real purpose to wonder, he now lives nomadic, and will never rest at an inn. Other:Ryan's left handed. RP sample:Ryan looked up, the sun was starting to set in the sky, and he knew he’s have to find a place to rest soon. Above him a choir of birds sang in the trees, but soon one less would be in it. Ryan raised his bow and clipped an arrow in. Releasing it with a twang, it hurled up and flung straight into the bush, a few seconds later the corpse of a bird fell from the tree to the floor below. Ryan wouldn’t be going hungry tonight. Ryan looked at the orange sky as he devoured his meal, the colours in the sky seemed to cover the fact that it was going to rain tonight. For a split second Ryan was happy, the beauty of nature and overcome all his hate.
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Post by Arynielle Fallyce on Feb 25, 2007 17:06:20 GMT -6
Erm... I ran out of room? ^-^;;; Name: Zaunithe Bailone Race: Human... sort of. He's actually a dragon. Age: Zaunithe appears to be in his early twenties although, in reality, he is much older and possesses the wisdom of someone of that age. Gender: Male Class: Magic Swordsman Appearance:The loner seems to have a calm aura surrounding him, along with a somewhat unemotional expression on his face. He has piercing, icy blue eyes and soft white hair that often falls into his eyes, though he never bothers to brush his cascading bangs away. Being light haired, he has a fairly pale complexion. Zaunithe stands just a bit below six feet-- around 5' 11" to be exact. Zaunithe has never thought much about physical appearances. At least not after he stumbled across the mysterious Fell. That's the reason why he's not very picky about what he wears, or how other people view him, for that matter. Just a simple collared t-shirt and a pair of jeans will do. Normally, he's quite the practical type. The white mage is well-built and physically strong, which basically comes from the previous occupation of being an assassin. Before he found Fell, or rather Fell found him, Zaunithe had aways carried a light katana on the right side of his waist, usually attached to his belt. When he (in one of those seldom cases) feels threatened, he reaches for that now non-existant weapon out of pure habit. Personality: Zaunithe is quite a complicated person, if I do say so myself. Although he is actually much older than his current state appears to be, he is also possesses the wisdom that someone would expect from one of his true age. As will be explained in his history, Zaunithe has had numerous experiences and encounters with various people and worlds. Even though he wasn't exactly the same person has before, some things still never change. Zaunithe had never truly given up his calm and brooding disposition. The only difference is what he's thinking of. The loner's never been one to behave socially or to show much emotion. He seems to wear a mask, never showing his hidden fear or sorrow to the public. He is well-liked by most people, although few know the Zaunithe that lies behind the mental barrier he puts up in order to conceal his true feelings and self. Since he appeared in Fell, Zaunithe has always had a kind and sincere personality-- characteristics he felt he ought to have in order to to redeem himself from a cruely-lived past life and to start a new life. So far, he's been doing quite well, keeping his older and absolutely ruthless aspect at bay. Has Zaunithe cured himself of his former bitter malice? There's only one way to find out. Dun dun dun... Fighting Style:Zaunithe fights by drawing from mystic powers within a strange gem and prefers to carry his jewel as close to him as possible at all times, wearing it around his neck on a leather cord. It's quite a simple method of holding his gem, although very useful, since it allows full and quick access to the jewel at all times. This jewel grants him strange powers of all sorts... with it, he is able to shapeshift into various animals although he always appears as a white, blue-eyed beast so he is easily recognized. The power found in this gem is immense and grants him the ability to use white magic, to experience merging with the light, to become aquainted with healing spells. So far, Zaunithe has only mastered one element-- ice. He is also quite experienced with the art of fencing and can wield just about any type of sword, although he seems to like fighting with light katanas. Skills and talents: Zaunithe's most recognizable characteristic is probably his charisma. Although he is often soft-spoken, he has a way with words, and will use it to his advantage. He is wise because of his many years of reincarnations, and he somehow remembers the knowledge passed down from all of the years he had lived. Inventory: Zaunithe carries little to nothing. All he needs is a his jewel and a katana. Virtually anything else, he has the ability to produce. History: Oddly enough, Zaunithe has been reincarnated multiple times in his existance, each time narrowly escaping the clutches of hell. (I'm in the process of fully writing his exceedingly long and complicated biography, which will probably take a while to finish. *shifty glance* But I'll see what I can do in a nutshell...) In the beginning of time, there existed a world of dragons. If that mythical land still remains intact today, I'll never know, but either way, this world was literally torn apart by beasts, ravaging for dominance and control. Zaunithe was among the dragons. Yes, as hard as it is to believe, he was once an ice-breathing reptilian beast. Although extremely strong, he was assassinated by his "ex-followers," falling from a mountain crag and, as rumored, into the depths of hell itself. Years later, he reappeared, although very different-- the once mighty dragon was now a human! Yes, he was the filthy human he once despised. Zaunithe was absolutely appauled, but gradually discovered that being human has its perks. He had reincarnated, not only in a different physical form, but also in another land, where humans reined supreme. The loner learned how to use his talents, particularly his crafty mind to gain stature as a human and to live a satisfying life. Mostly honing his physical strengths, learning how to weild man-made weapons and the like. In his most recent life, before discovering Fell, he took on the task of being an assassin. Zaunithe was pretty darn good at it too, allowing him a lucrative career and infamous reputation. At least, until he met a certain girl, who changed his view of... well, everything. No longer did he feel the constant need to kill and slaughter. It was odd. Not even Zaunithe could understand why this girl could change his personal thoughts so effectively. The two became close friends, as the once cruel loner learned from his new companion. They quickly became attached to one another, willing to do whatever they could to ensure simplicity in their futures. Of course, it was not as simple as the two had thought... Years later, the girl, who Zaunithe had gotten to know so well and befriend, was mercilessly murdered. Feeling a potent mix of grief and anger, he attacked the eradicator with the skills he had come to possess from endless years of training and perfecting his combat abilities. The clash that night avenged his dear companion, but also led to his own demise... Until he was reborn again... ------------------ Name: Remede Sohma (Pronounced REH-meh-dee SOH-ma) Race: Human Age: 20 Gender: Female Class: Swordswoman Appearance: (I'll try to scan a picture of her sometime soon.) Remede's height and weight are rather average for her age, though some may even say that she stands on the short side. At 5'4", she has an athletic body which has a healthy, tannish sheen. Wavy, black hair falls neatly down to her waist in loose curls which frame her face evenly. Remede has very green eyes, which people find mysterious since the emerald shade is often set in contrast to her dark hair. It is nearly impossible to not know what she is thinking, due to her heavily accented eyebrows. Though they aren't bushy or hairy, they are dark compared to her lighter complexion. She comes from a rich Japanese family, and is often caught wearing kimonos for celebrations or robes when training in the dojo. Any other time, she is usually in a tanktop and a pair of pants. For the most part, Remede allows her long hair to flow, although there are times she will tie it back, particularly if she's training. Personality:Although usually calm and collected, Remede can be vexed fairly easily by arrogant and disrespectful people. She is often on the quiet side, speaking only when she needs to, saying nothing more. This girl is kind and always willing to lend a hand to those in need; yet she is very reserved and concentrates mostly on self-preservation when it comes to making decisions for loved ones. Remede is highly intelligent and even more so wise beyond her years. She is well-liked by her peers and respected for her quick wit and crafty sarcasm, which she often makes to annoy egotistic "irritants." Sometimes, she may be described as withdrawn but in reality, she is simply thinking. Her thoughts race along with her imagination. She is very sensible and responsible, which makes her a great student and friend. Remede knows when enough is enough and strives to make others happy, and despite her quiet temperament, she has great ethical values and knows the difference between right and wrong. Fighting Style: Remede can fight with virtually anything from rods to bows and arrows, although her personal favorite weapon is a light katana. She carries this weapon at her waist for quick access. Having trained diligently ever since she was a young child, her skills have been honed a perfected over the years. She has discovered an even balance between her offensive and defensive abilities. Skills and talents: Since she has passed highschool at the top of the charts, Remede is a scholar by nature. She has a very structured mind and carries quite a bit of useful information in her head. Surprisingly, Remede is also a skilled dancer, since her family insisted that she learn how to dance at cultural festivals and such. Also, She has an incredible immune system to alcohol. She's the ideal competitor for drinking contest. Inventory: Remede prefers to travel light with little to have to worry about. However, she is practical and brings with her a small amount of money inside her robes. She also carries an ocarina with her and her katana. History: Although Remede has not been through much in her life, the most prominent aspect is probably the curse. A line of curses run in her family and she was unfortunate enough to have a mark left by the vengeful snowy owl. Normally, the curse does not bother her in the least, allowing her to do whatever she wants to. Those who know about it say that the snowy owl has actually done more for Remede than what they would have expected-- it seems like the elegant bird of prey has adapted its graceful and fanciful flights into Remede's very movements, particularly in her dancing and fencing. The only downside of the curse is that on nights with no moon, Remede will turn into the very owl who has possessed her.
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Post by Kriven on Feb 25, 2007 17:32:16 GMT -6
Whoa... my last one magically disappeard Name: Kriven Raven Race: Human/Rock Demon Age: 16 Age Starting At Feathermoon: 18 Gender: Male Class: Shape-Shifting Maceman Appearance: No picture of Kriven in either of his forms currently exist, as such I will need to use my mad ficcing skills to describe them to you. Human Form: Kriven, in his human form, is basically a generic anime dude with spikey hair, of which is colored brown. His eyes are in two different colors: The right eye is blue, and the left is red, this is his demonic eye which shows that he is cursed. The red eye is different looking, the white parts of an eye are entirely replaced with black. His clothes are simple, just not to describe (partially because I haven't quite decided what his official outfit is.) But for now I'll use this: He wears no gloves. He wears a white t-shirt and a brown vest (it's more like a brown piece of cut-out fabric, but you get the idea) as well as brown pants. He also wears brown boots with metal toes. He has a mace-holder made of leather strapped onto his back. His right arm is built entirely of stone, which is held together by blue manaflames. Demon Form: His demonic form (don't worry, the monster shouldn't appear to often) Is basically an 8'9 giant built entirely out of gray and brown stone. Surprisingly it looks very little like a rock golem. It's actually more of a dragon, and the stone it's built of has melded together to look like smooth skin. It has slanted eyes of the same color that Kriven's demonic eye is. He comes equipped with a larger, more demonic, form of the mace. Personality: Take me and stick me in a cosplay costume. Kriven is carefree the most part, or at least outward. He seems more laidback, however he feels deep hatred toward his brother, Krovon whom betrayed his family. He is easily angered by insult by those who oppose him, and will blindly charge at them if they annoy him too much. He will explode with a mind-set on vengence if one of his close friends is hurt, however, and attempt to beat the hell out of the attacker. He attempts to hide it, but on the inside he is very emotional, not just with anger, but with sadness. He also becomes very excited in times of enjoyment (he has ADHD) Fighting Style: He uses a mace, which is all that remains of his father. He is skilled with the mace, which he wields in his human hand. If his mace is damaged or knocked aside, his right arm is made of stones, which are excellent for thunking people with. He also has a little power he doesn't exploit much, which enables him to steal an element from a foe or surrounding area. This will turn his stone arm into that element, absorbing water for example, makes his arm become water. This only lasts for a short while, as the demon inside of him is a demon of rock. He also has a last resort Demon Form, in which he is much like the Hulk. However he will not transform into this demon if it is himself which is at risk, but only if his friends are on the brink of death. He tries to restrain transforming as much as possible, however sometimes the demon gets the better of him and transforms. In this state he will attack his enemy, but also turn on his friends until his energy is drained and he reverts to human form. Skills and talents: He can absorb elements, even when not in battle. He is also skilled at carving things of wood and playing a flute. His cooking is also edible, and for the most part, pretty damn good. Inventory: He always ALWAYS carries two things with him: his mace, and his flute. The mace is all he has left of his father. The mace is not only his unique weapon, but it's also what holds the demon inside, as it is the demon's mace. The flute is that of his dieing sister, Krystallin. She gave him the flute when he first left home as a sign of love and luck. He regularly carries some sort of cooking ingredients, so that he doesn't starve to death. History: Kriven and his siblings are all cursed to live on the soul of a demon. This curse was bestowed upon them by the rock-demon Aslock. Kriven's father made a deal with Aslock long ago, Aslock would get the souls of his children in return for helping him to marry the girl he loved. Kriven's father betrayed Aslock, and refused to give his children's souls to the demon. They battled for many days and nights, but the father was victorious. As Aslock lay dieing, he cursed the children's souls to forever live as a bridge between demon and human. Kriven got the worst of this curse, Aslock poured most of his soul into Kriven's body. Krystallin and Krovon got small amounts of the demon blood. Krovon is angered that Kriven recieved power, and left to become the most powerful of Kriven's family. Krystalling learned to use her curse to cast powerful spells. One day Krovon returned, and at first he was welcomed back. Quickly a fight broke out between Kriven and Krovon. Krovon, who had been gaining strength overpowered Kriven, and set the house on fire with a powerful spell. Kriven, Krystallin and their mother escaped alive. the father wasn't so fortunate. Krystallin had suffered terribly, and Kriven took care of her for a few days, but the local doctor infromed him that it was hopeless, his sister was going to die. As Kriven stayed by Krystallin's bedside one night, she told him something she hadn't told anybody, a feeling she herself just understood. She wasn't dieing from the injuries she had been inflicted with, but because Krovon's spell was burning the demon's soul within her. She told Kriven that Krovon could stop the spell in two ways: One, he could stop it by will. Two, killing Krovon would make the spell cease. Kriven set out to find Krovon, and stop his sister's demise. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Kriven meanwhile, was still heavily sleeping. He normally didn't snooze for so long, but then again, it was a while since he'd slept in a bed. And he was unaware of the falling mace beside him. Unaware because he was sleeping.
Within the next two minutes, the mace crashed to the floor, hitting it making a noise like thunder. It was loud enouhg to wake a sleeping hippo if was needed. But it was not, because it was to awaken the sleeping Kriven. Which it did.
Kriven sat bolt upright and stared around the room. His eyes stopped on the window, he noticed that he had awoken late...
He hopped down the stairs on one foot, struggling to put his boot on as he hopped down with his stone foot. Note: That was long before I changed the stone limb to his arm. Name: Krovon Raven Race: Human Age: 23 Gender: Male Class: Swordsman Appearance: He's altered his ears with a mix of magic and physical methods, making them like a cross between a dog and an elf. He has long blue hair, which flows down his back and hangs below his eyes. He's pretty damn tall too. He also has a black "Mini-cape" that folds infront of him and covers his arms when he stands still. The rest of clothes are very similar to Kriven's, except all of them are black, the only differences are that he wears shoes, not boots, his vest is replaced with the min-cape, and he wears sleeves. His eyes are a misty blue. Personality: Krovon's true personality is really unknown, as he hides any emotion but anger from the entire outside world. What is known, is known by few, and what they do know is that he is hurt and sad on the inside... Fighting Style:Krovon has aquired numerous spells over his abscense from home. He also is skilled with his sword, which is more or less, an average blade. His attacks are quick and rapid. Skills and talents:Krovon posesses knowledge of demons and monsters that far surpasses any living creature. Inventory: His sword History: After discovering that him and his siblings were all posessed by a demon, he grew ecstatic about having so much power. However, he soon discovered that he barely posessed any of the creature's strength at all, only enough to cast small spells. He set off to become stronger then anybody else in his family, and absorb the rest of the demonic powers. He returned one night, acting innocently, not evil hearted. He later attacked the family, and placed a spell on Krystalin which put her in her current coma-like state. However the demonic powers inside Kriven overcame the spell put on him, and he chased Krovon away. Krovon realised he still had to become more powerful if he wished to absorb the rest of the demon. Ever since he's been training and scheming on how to aquire it.
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Post by f0n9 on Mar 18, 2007 23:02:07 GMT -6
Name: 1) Cyrus Mordenkain 2) Terix Mordenkain
Race: Quarter-Elven (Same half-elven mother, two different human fathers)
Age: 1) 19 2) 14
Gender: Male(s)
Class: 1) A very fun reworked class I've taken to dubbing Reàlshaper. (pronounced re-AHL-shae-purr). Basically, a channeler of the elemental planes. He has the ability to open portals at will, of varying sizes and effects; he has found many creative uses for these portals, from boostjumping (summoning funnel-like portals to the Elemental Plane of Wind to provide a strong boost of wind, sending him hurtling in the direction he desires) to endowing weapons with elements (by opening hundreds of tiny portals within the material of a weapon, letting tiny bits of elemental energy seep into and imbue a weapon's materials with their property) to elemental spears (using funnelportals to force a large amount of energy through a tiny opening into our realm; the result is a cannon-like effect resembling an Eldritch Spear, except with elemental damage). More to come as I find reason (read: excuse) to post them. 2) Psion. Technically, kinetomancer, or one with the ability to warp and manipulate the energy in all things. Unfortunately, kinetomancy has a maladaptive effect on the brain; if Terix delves too deeply into his own power, it drives him temporarily insane. The bad part about this is the insanity drives him to the "need" for more power; after a certain point it becomes an out-of-control spiral, which is why Terix has his brother to control him.
Appearance: 1) See sig. 2) Much like his brother, Terix has light brown hair (of a darker shade than his brother's); his eyes, however, are hazel. They glow a light blue when he uses his kinetomancy; that glow shifts from blue to red as he uses more and more of his power. If his eyes are red, run.
They both wear simple traveler's outfits, specially designed by Cyrus with stealth in mind; of dark colors and relatively light materials, they allow for quiet movements and the stashing of many things within their myriad secret pockets. For the sake of drama, Terix also wears a midnight-blue cloak; Cyrus sports a dark green jacket.
Personality: 1) Cyrus is the model protagonist: compassionate, caring, loyal and friendly. Although not overly-outgoing, he'd never pass someone in need without lending whatever assistance he could. He has a soft spot a mile wide for those he cares about (which is probably why he stuck with his brother for all these years, for reasons you'll see below). Also, he is hopelessly in love with his fianceé, Ari. ...but you could probably guess that. In combat he is cool and calculating, the voice of reason in chaos and the strategizer of the Mordenkain team. 2) Incensing, scathingly witty, and arrogant to a fault, Terix would make the perfect arch-enemy for your favorite RPG. In fact, if it weren't for his brother (and the compassionate, sensitive side he shows for those he cares about, although he'll never admit it), he probably would be the arch-enemy in your latest RPG. Terix loves challenges, but hates his challengers; he has a startling inferiority complex that leads him to take everything as a challenge and every non-ally as a potential enemy. He is the rash and impulsive side of the Mordenkain team.
Fighting Style:* In combat both brothers are fearless, playing off each others strengths and weaknesses. As a team, they're nearly unstoppable; they've been fighting together for so long, in fact, that a casual observer has trouble seeing where one brother ends and the other begins.
When separated, Cyrus is more fond of melee combat, enchanting his familiar kisarigama with whatever element comes to mind and plunging into the fray. True to form, he manages to keep a sideways glance on his allies at all times, and is always ready with an elemental spear or a quick shadowjump to the rescue. Terix is more of the ranged spellcaster, quickly taking to the air and using his Soulwrench to devastating effect. He's developed a few cruel melee skills, though, so don't think he's helpless if you manage to catch up to him...
Skills and talents: 1) Portalmagicks are always valued in the transportation industry, a fact Cyrus has played off of quite well over the years; since he manifested the first Reàlshaper portaling skills, he's used his portalmancy for profit with the local nobility, taking them places in a hurry for (often lucrative) tips. Aside from his physical skills, Cyrus is a skilled debator and diplomat; he also learned basic medicine from a few shamans he's met on other planes, and is a fairly decent medic in times of crisis. 2) If you ever needed a bouncer for the local dragon-club, Terix would be your man. Very few mid-teens can dredge up the kind of intimidation factor this little psion can. Aside from that, if you catch him in a good mood, he makes a very good earthmover and demolitions expert; in times of crisis, if his brother can convince him, he has a few reversed-Soulwrench-type skills that can channel life energy from a donor into a dying victim, restoring them to near-full health. Obviously, he hates being a medic, so don't count on him to come through in a pinch.
Inventory: 1) Cyrus has always packed light, learning instead to survive off the land. Aside from his kisarigama and the clothes on his back, he has a small supply of gold on the inside pocket of his tunic. In his satchel, he carries a few medical supplies, and a tiny pouch filled with tinier treasures, including every gift he ever got from his fianceé. 2) Like his brother, Terix has learned to travel light and use sparingly; however, the insecure little psion has always packed a little heavier than his brother. He wears a silver chain around his neck, as if daring a cutpurse to try and mug him; the gold he owns travels in a pocket inside his cloak. He psionically fused a pulsing purple crystal to the tip of a walking stick, simply to add to his own intimidation factor. Aside from that, his side-satchel usually has a few days traveling rations in it, who only Cyrus has ever gotten access to. (Again, he'd never admit it, but he has quite the loyal streak towards his brother.)
History: Cyrus was born out of wedlock to a half-elven mother and her human "suitor". His father quickly abandoned his mother when she was pregnant, leaving her alone to birth her firstborn son. Four years later another human took her and her son in, only to abandon them a year later when she conceived her second son, Terix. Despite their destitution, Ms. Mordenkain never abandoned her children, and loved them with a fierce and protective passion. She was a fairly-decent sorceress, and used her magickal prowess to support their family.
When Cyrus was eight and Terix three, the family Mordenkain stumbled upon a half-elven settlement a few miles south of Meltokio. They were immediately welcomed into the community; despite the community's relative poverty, they lived together in happiness with their newfound neighbors, doing their best to support the community as best they could. They spent almost five pleasant years here.
On the eve of their fifth anniversary in Reiyral (as the village was named), the town was discovered by a roving band of miscreants. They took off to Meltokio and managed to gather a mob of half-elf haters. The mob, now many dozens strong, set off to the village and put it to the torch in the night. Nearly everyone died in the blaze; those who survived were lucky to be killed by the mob. Most survivors were raped or sold into slavery... although Cy and Terix survived mostly unscathed by hiding in the wreckage, they never saw their mother again. To this day, they do not know what happened to her.
From that day the two relied heavily on each other for survival. Cyrus, thirteen, made it his mission to protect and support his little brother. The two started out as thieves, something Cyrus absolutely loathed; as soon as he began to master his Reàlmagicks, he happily became a chauffeur for the noblesse of Meltokio and other large cities, earning his way by "honest work". Terix, as you could guess, was happy as a thief.
Thanks to being only quarter-elven, it was easy for them to disguise their heritage; Cyrus called himself an elf when offering his services as portalmage, explaining his mildly-pointed ears as "underdeveloped" as he was still young. Terix was happy to disguise himself as a human, since psionics were a magic available to humans as well as those of elven blood. They survived in this way for quite some time.
Later in life, both Cyrus and Terix became wrapped up in the Quest to Save the World, as Cyrus fondly remembers it. It was here that the two met their current traveling companions, and Cy met the love of his life, Ari. Since their travels, the two have become completely inseparable; about a month before the story begins, Cyrus finally worked up the nerve to propose to her. He was absolutely ecstatic when she accepted.
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Terix was lounging comfortably in the woods, suspended a few feet off the ground by force of will. The casual passer-by would expect him to be hammock'd; fully reclined with a pillow beneath his head, he was rocking slowly back and forth as if pushed by a gentle breeze. Birds fluttered by overhead without waking him, animals scurried beneath him to no ill effect. The only exception was the local insect population, which found itself mysteriously zapped into oblivion if it ever ventured too close to the sleeping psion.
Said psion slept on in peace for quite some time, until the deafening silence caused him to stir. Odd... why'd all the animals stop? He quickly righted himself and looked around, expecting trouble. He did not have to wait long.
Silently a gash opened itself in reality before him. The gash widened to form a perfect circle, ringed on all sides by energy. Within the circle blazed a terrible inferno, pouring forth heat and sulfrous smoke. Terix covered his mouth with a sleeve to block the noxious fumes. He waited.
Shortly a dark-clad figure parted the flames with a gust of wind, exiting the portal with a nonchalant step. He snapped his fingers; the portal vanished. He threw back his hood to reveal sandy hair, pointed ears, and familiar blue eyes. His triumphant grin was all Terix needed to know Cyrus had been successful.
With his other hand he reached into his pocket, producing a pulsing, purple crystal. The psion's eyes lit up as he took in the stone; wordlessly he reached forward to take it, only to have it pulled from his grasp and held out of reach. "Hey..!" he protested.
"Uh-uh-uh," Cy tsk'd his brother, playfully chiding him.
"Oh, fine..." Terix sighed, casting his eyes downward. "'You're the bestest brother in the whole wide world,'" he intoned dryly, with an air of defeat. Cy's eyes lit up playfully as he pulled his brother into a tight hug.
"Not that, goof," he replied, ruffling his brother's hair. "You didn't let me say "happy birthday" first." He let go of his brother; by the time the latter had straightened up, the stone was already boxed and wrapped in wrapping paper. Terix took the gift with the first real smile his brother had seen in months.
"...you really are the best brother in the world, you know," Terix quipped sidelong as he tore the box open, examining the stone with more than a little curiosity. "How'd you get this..?"
"I'm glad you think so, bro," was Cy's only reply. He'd never tell him what he went through to get it; that'd be bragging.
"Happy Birthday."
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Post by Guillermo on Oct 19, 2007 15:30:16 GMT -6
Name:Guillermo Blaze
Race: Elf
Age: 16 and Counting
Gender: Male
Class: Fire Spellcaster
Appearance: About 5 feet tall, has brown eyes and hair that appears to be on fire. He wears a black jacket which he has had for several years, and only takes off to wash it. You will never see him in shorts; he is always wearing jeans. Most of the time his pockets are stuffed from things he has found by walking around.
Personality:he is a pacifist; which is to say that he doesn't like to fight, but he will fight if he feels he is in mortal danger. His pockets are never empty, because he is a major pack rat, picking up every slightly interresting thing he finds. He prefers to go solo, but will work will other people if he feels he has to. Most people find him annoying because normally shy, he never stops talking, because he is too hyped up on salt rocks he chews on constantly.
Fighting Style:* Guillermo fights with fire spells. He uses them mostly through a sword he got from his grandfather, because his long distance attacks aren't so good. He will never try to defend, because his only focus in battle is to relentlesly attack the opponent untill he finally loses his momentum. He usually goes full first all at once, because he has extremely poor endurance, and major output.
Skills and talents:* Guillermo is an expert at healing burns, surprisingly. He uses his fire spells to absorbe them. Other that that, he is only good at making fruity drinks for himself and close friends. Inventory: Black Jacket,Claymore (big sword), Small Package of gunpowder. History:[/bHis grampa died when he was three, and his dad mysteriousl disappeared 3 years ago. He lives with his mom near the desert.
RP Sample:Guillermo woke to the sound of the desert wind. He knew it was going to be another one. Another Sanstorm he cursed. Why does it always happen when shes sick? Guillermos mom had caught a bad sickness the night before, and was in critical condition in her bed. Guillermo was supposed to be caring for her, but he fell asleep in the middle of the night. Guillermo started to prepare for the Sand Storm: He boarded the few windows, Welded the top of the chimney closed, and went out to the desert and caught enough side winders for 3 days.Just while Guillermo was cooking the sidewinders to be stored, the first wave of the sand storm hit....HARD! Guillermo went to his moms room to protect her from the sand fishers, which were sure to came. The room was empty exept for guillermo's Mom. They always come, So why not now? Guillermo asked himself. Just then he, heard the back door of the house get blasted back......
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