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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2006 17:22:45 GMT -5
Name: Caelin
Nick Name: None yet
Age: 19
Race/Class: Human, Thief
Appearance: Short, about 5'5'' and petite. She has long, black hair and large, emerald green eyes, both contrasting against a very pale skin. She is quite pretty. She usually wears a tight, black tunic over black pants and high, soft, black boots. A belt around her waist emphasizes her figure nicely.
Personality: Short tempered to say the least, though she is endlessly patient when it comes to her profession. She trusts no one, unless a person has proved to be truly trustworthy.
Likes: Roses, the night, personal peace and quiet, her few hours of sleep.
Dislikes: People who underestimate her. Snobby/arrogant people. Rain.
Armor/weapon: No armor. She carries several (trowing)knives hidden on her body and she is never out of good poison.
History: How she came to be here....Noone knows. But she likes it here. For some reason there is always enough work around to keep her satisfied. She has made a living out of her interesting profession for quite a while now and she seems to be good at it. In other words; she is still alive.
History to be edited during the RP.
Other: She has a tattoo of a triquetra on the back of her neck.
She also leaves behind small, black stones whenever she uses something that does not belong to her. They have a tiny C carved in them. She also leaves them when she steals, in pockets ect. or on places where she has stolen from. She isn't sure why she does that. Perhaps to leave a sign of recognition. To prove it was her work.
Otherwise, nothing special to mention. Might edit later.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2006 0:16:10 GMT -5
Name: Faust Azurous
Nick Name: Faust
Age: 23
Race/Class: Human/ Necromancer/ Doctor
Appearance: About 6'. His hair is usually white or black, white being his natural color. Usually his casual wear consists of a trench coat and wide brimmed hat, both black and leather. (see sig and avi for more details)
Likes: His small office and practice, some patients, a quiet read, his staff members.
Dislikes: Too much hustle and bustle, most patients, unimportant interruptions.
Powers: Budding Necromancy, skill with a scalpel, a steady hand.
Armor/weapon: None
Weakness: Most pretty girls draw his attention, drinking (but never on the job), thirst for knowledge.
History: A fairly average childhood, a rather bright child. Graduated, became a doctor, and opened a practice. A fairly normal life.
Other: Has a tattoo on his back (see sig for appearance). He takes care of a black cat, more of a street cat that is accustomed to him than a pet
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Post by Otho Sarus on Feb 1, 2006 11:22:06 GMT -5
Name: Otho Sarus
Nick Names: Otho, Old Man, Old Wolf
Age: 2527
Race/Class: Human sorcerer
Appearance: (See Signature) Otho is of moderate height, and slim build. He stands about 5'8" with long grey hair that hangs about his shoulders, and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes are deep purple and carry the wisdom of ages past. Otho wears flowing robes of deep purple, and carries a long wooden staff. The sorceror keeps up a visage of frailty, walking with a stick, begging in the street, slouching etc. One would be wise not to underestimate the old man in the street.
Temperament: Otho is calm and collected, with a dry sarcastic wit to match. He is sour and bitter when upset, angry or interrupted but is normally serious and makes the odd comment to lighten the mood - his own mood that is.
Likes: Studying the universe and all things, quiet, sarcasm, reading, writing, eating, sleeping, relaxing.
Dislikes: Foul weather, bad company, evil, disquiet, being interrupted, Kaldryn.
Powers: Otho is an immortal Sorceror, the polar opposite of Kaldryn the dark mage. He is not mortal and can live for an indefinite amount of time. His mind is his only weapon, and it is a powerful weapon indeed. Otho has deep knowledge and wisdom of most things that exist, and the ability to alter his surroundings with his mind alone. This gives him an almost unlimited range of power (as all sorceror's have) as he can create fireballs, use telekinesis, telepathy, crush things with his mind, change shape etc. The list goes on, as after all, the mind has no limits.
Armour/weapon: Otho needs no armour, and does not wear any. His mind shields him from most, if not all physical attacks. Otho also carries a long wooden staff, which he made with a single thought. The staff is unbreakable, but has no inherent powers of its own. Otho often uses it to support him as he walks, but it seems to serve no other purpose. However, Otho can use the staff to focus his power through, though this is not particularly special as he can do this with hand gestures and everyday objects, however, he has simply grown attached to the staff over the years.
Weakness: Every time Otho uses his powers, he uses mental energy. This is replenished normally over time, and he has much more mental energy by far than any normal man, and many that are not human at all. Thus, he can over exert himself and risk seizure, coma's or death (should he, say - try to shrink the planet, as this is a mammoth task). The harder the task, the bigger the strain.
History: Otho was born well over 2000 years ago to parents he never knew. Their fate is unknown to him, and he was orphaned. Otho was taken in by a kindly old man who many thought was completely insane. Otho grew to love the old man, and at the age of ten he accidentally set a chair on fire with a single thought. The old man however, had known that Otho had the 'Gift' all along, and was himself a Sorceror of great power. He taught Otho everything he knew. Shortly after, the old man passed away at the age of 5,487, when Otho was 45 years old, saying that his task was complete, and Otho must take on his burden. Otho was now a Sorceror and scholar of great potential. He dedicated his life to the study of all that existed within, and without the universe, until 2000 years ago, he shed his anonymity and took up his staff to fight evil in the great war. That was when he first came across Kaldryn the dark mage and his underlings. When they clashed wills, Kaldryn eventually came out on top, with the aid of his considerable skill and the great evil, but not by that far. Otho was hurt, incapacitated for a while, but he survived intact and continued his studies, becoming more powerful now than he had ever imagined he could be. He retains his anonymity, waiting for Kaldryn's inevitable return, and his chance to rid the world of his evil once and for all.
Other: Very few are aware of Otho's true identity. most simply believe him to be a crazy old man. The following people are aware of his true identity, and no one else: Kalista Kiara Cassius Kaldryn - is not aware of his location however
(They are free to tell others, but it would be nice for the sake of the story if they told few people as possible) The list will be expanded as he reveals his true identity to people. Do not presume to be able to tell who he is as I will be very upset.
Otho is the polar opposite of kaldryn, remember that please. No one would be wise to battle him, as none would be wise to battle kaldryn. They are the last of an all but extinct race of great men and terrible evildoers.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2006 0:19:24 GMT -5
Name:Marcus
Nickname : none
Age: 20
Race/Class:Wolf - lycanthrope
Appearance: human form: 5'10, and skinny - doesn't look strong, but he is. He has green eyes, and shoulder length blonde hair. Habitually wears a long sleeved black t-shirt, and baggy black pants - oftentimes, a black trenchoat. He always wears worn in black leather hunting boots. Wolf form: a large, black wolf, with green eyes.
Likes:intelligent beings, being sarcastic, and insulting people, though he does not always mean it. And the keeping of ones' word.
Dislikes:stupid people, or constantly over-cheerful people. And people that do not keep their word.
Powers:in human form, Marcus is stronger, faster, more agile, and has a better sense of smell than the average person. In wolf form, he merely has wofly traits, mixed with a strong intelligence. As well, while in human form, Marcus can partially change - he can give himself a wolfs' teeth or claws, as an example.
Armor/weapon:Marcus does not wear armour, as it would slow him down, and besides teeth and claws, carries one small concealed dagger.
Weakness:he has no magical abilities, and is therefore easily targeted by such attacks. And silver is highly annoying.
History:Marcus was raised as a normal human being, but with parents who disliked him. Instead of punishing him often, or giving him hard, unfair work, they ignored him. So one day, he wandered out into the forest, and came across a feral werewolf, who attacked him, and nearly killed him. By pure chance, Marcus managed to stab the wolf in a vulnerable spot, and killed it. Since then, he has had the ability to change into a black wolf, and has had heigtened abilities while in human form. this lead him to leave his home, and to search for someone who could teach him fighthing skills. He spent many years training, and after mastering his art, he left, and having heard of the famed Karador Keep, sought it out, and established a home there.
Other: the outside edge of his entire right ear is pierced with iron loops and studs, and he has a black wolf head tattoed on his left shoulder.
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Feb 4, 2006 2:24:01 GMT -5
Name: eleisia khartou
Nickname: kel
Age: 25
Race/Class: Human, Earth mage
Appearance: 5'5" slender, but well-muscled. Generally wears ankle-length dresses and robes. She does not keep her tribe's custom of covering her face in public, but does wear her hoods and scarves, keeping her hip-length hair from casual view.
Likes: Simple things of substance. Learning, Beauty, Art. Living things, be they animal, vegetable, human... she is very tactile.
Dislikes: Conspicuous consumption, cruelty, destruction of natural environment. Overaffected displays of emotion tax her and cause her to tire easily.
Powers: Healing, telempathy (The ability to receive and transmit emotions between individuals). Binding spells.
Armour/Weapons: Simple leather breastplate and greaves worn under her outermost garment. Knives, hidden everywhere. Throwing knives are a particular favorite, which she uses (in addition to defense) to hunt. She keeps a longsword among her posessions, but much prefers the shortsword she keeps strapped to her hip. Is quite capable in hand-to-hand combat, despite her diminutive stature.
Weakness: Healing ability is limited to her daily strength. She can work on others with great success, but it is quite tiring. Causing pain causes her pain, and therefore she dislikes its necessity, though she is capable of it. Will not kill. Telempathy does not mean she can hear any specific thoughts.
History: A daughter of the Khaynat tribe, eleisia's father was a trader. Growing up on the move in a harsh and unforgiving land, she learned to survive on little and take her joy in much. Her ability to heal was much valued among the nomadic people, but her telempathy unnerved the elders and caused her to be cast out. Her father left with her in the hopes of keeping her safe, leaving behind two wives and twelve children in the care of the tribe. His intention to return was cut short by the fatal bite of a desert asp, and she moved on, knowing she would not be welcome to return to her own people.
Other: kel bears the markings of the Khaynat tribe, tattoos over her scapulae being typical, other tattoos being a private matter. She bears a delicate silver nose ring in her right nostril, indicating her status as an outcast, as well as a small silver cuff piercing through the shell of her left ear, denoting her womanhood. She travels with a mated pair of llamas and a male grey fox.
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Post by Raven on Feb 4, 2006 11:22:30 GMT -5
Name: Tamura Davoki
Nick Name: Raven
Age: 148
Race/Class: Vampire
Appearance: Tamura is pale skinned from the lack of sunlight, he has no scars or tattoos/piercings as he does not condone marking your body thusly. Davoki's body type is somewhere between a ripped look and a scrawny one, neither taking an extreme in either look. Has short black hair.
Likes: Blood, revenge, pain.
Dislikes: Sunlight, water.
Powers: Tamura can become thousands of bats which is used to either swarm his target or flee the scene. Uses his swift reflexes to avoid blows and strike down enemies with quick precise attacks. May regenerate most wounds.
Armor/weapon: Raven carries no armor other than his cloak that has been enchanted to hide himself in the darkness, nor does he carry weapons to aid him in battle.
Weakness: Sunlight, holy-water.
History: Prefers to keep discrete.
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Post by erokai on Feb 5, 2006 16:05:49 GMT -5
Name: Erokai Saquet (Pronounced Er-oh-kai Sa-Kay)
Nickname(s): Kai
Age: 176
Race/class: Dunpeal / Assassin
Appearance: See signature. Erokai is not tall and stands about 5’6”. He rarely ever shows his face, concealing himself behind the hood of his long black cloak, behind which he also conceals his many weapons and tools of his trade. He wears thick leather gauntlets and binds his hands and hair with black cloth, as well as his knees and elbows. He has shoulder length straight black hair, and dull red eyes – though their colour is hardly noticeable in daylight. His face is thin and sharp, and heavily scarred. His voice is low and quiet, and carries a heavy eastern accent somewhat similar to that of men from the Palestine or Israel of today.
Likes: Shadows, silence, solitude, money, training and honing his skills and his work.
Dislikes: Clumsiness, stupidity, arrogance, loud noises and open war.
Powers: Erokai is a Dunpeal, half Vampire and half human. Thus, he has the inherent magical abilities of his blood kin – the vampires, though his powers are diluted somewhat by his human blood. These abilities include the retractable fangs and ability to drain a persons blood, shadow walking, healing, long life, speed, reflexes and agility, enhanced strength, heightened senses of smell, sight, touch and hearing and access to dark magic. Being a Dunpeal, Erokai does not shun the sun like his full blood cousins, nor does he fear crosses, or holy water and is not allergic to garlic. A master of his art, Erokai prides himself on his mastery of martial arts and stealth, which he trains often and exploits wherever possible.
Armour/weapon: Erokai wears no armour, but has leather coated metal plates in his gauntlets and on his shins, for deflecting blows when unarmed and protecting him whilst clambering over dangerous objects. His long black cloak conceals all of his weapons. He carries two long curved scimitars upon his back wherever he goes, and even sleeps with the weapons. They were a gift to him from his father, and have never failed him yet. Although he believes there may be more to the blades than meets the eye, Erokai is yet to discover their history nor powers. Erokai also carries an assortment of shuriken disks and throwing knives about his person, as well as a small bow that he often uses for firing grappling lines onto high walls. Erokai often poisons his blades and shuriken when the opportunity presents itself.
Weakness: Erokai is only part vampire, and as a result his powers of dark magic are only a shadow of those of the full-blooded elders. His ability to speak the language of Karador is limited, but far from obsolete, also he is new to the kingdom and knows little about its citizens or its crowded streets. Erokai hates and despises holy magic, though this is only an intense dislike, as his human bloodline prevents intesified effects from holy powers and objects.
History: Erokai was born in the Far East, out in the desert wastes. His father was a vampire with an unnatural obsession with human women, and his mother was a human seduced by his father. Erokai’s mother died in childbirth and he was raised by his proud father as a child of the vampires, even though he was only a half-blood. He soon came to enjoy the taste of human blood and was consuming it on a regular basis by the tender age of eight. As he grew, his father instructed him in the arts of stealth and near invisibility, as well as the art of armed and unarmed combat. By the age of fifteen he was his fathers protector by day, and none in his little desert village dared cross him. Even those in the surrounding villages warned each other to stay away from that boy. Eventually, when he was 23, Erokai found himself taken with a beautiful girl from his village, and was enticed from his home by the young woman. He returned to find his father dead, leaving only a stake through a dust-covered skeleton. Not knowing the culprits, Erokai proceeded to kill every man, woman and child in his village, leaving the young beauty until last. Now he was an outlaw, a villain. Hated and despised by his countrymen and pursed by the law. He decided to leave his country and travel the world, honing his fighting skills and offering up his services to the highest bidder. He has recently arrived in the kingdom of Karador, enticed by the turmoil and strife that appears to be stirring in the kingdom.
Other: Speed is Erokai's main weapon. Erokai has spent his entire life enhancing his natural abilities and mastering the martial arts. He is capable of speeds faster than the eye and had no equal in unarmed combat in the land where he was born.
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Post by rhio on Feb 6, 2006 0:49:00 GMT -5
Name: Fidalio Vituper Nick Name: Fidal or F’dal Age: 311 Race/Class: Fae Runecrafter or Runesmith
Appearance:
The form of F’dal is delicate with feminine curves along the face, long opalescent hair with that blue crystal, gold eyes that trademarks the roots of Moon pixie. Most wardrobes consisted of silk top that’s wrapped over the chest angling down on the right side, exposing the waist above the long skirt that loosely fits and hems at an angle favoring the right side again however…
‘ She’ is a guy, only determined by the chest, which is covered in his top and anatomy below the waist and his temperament towards you relies mostly on your ability to treat him that way, no matter how much of a fruitcake he can be. Because of an occurrence with genes that includes that of a ‘spider’, he has six addition limbs other than his humanoid arms and legs, except they are smaller and makes up the frame of his wings, consisting a pair of three pale blue limbs lined with a cerulean crystal membrane. On the tips of these limbs existed small hand-like appendages, three fingers with tips of angular talons, and they are is dexterous in his work as with normal hand, making him quite multitasking weaver and runecrafting
Likes: Crystals (like catnip), Knowledge, Nighttime sky/Moonlight, Silk, Drinks, Comforts of his magical home Dislikes: Being rushed, rosy or bubbly company (especially when they are fairy), being referred to or treated as effeminate (or like a girl), especially by any friends
Powers: - Minor: Ability to change his size between the size of a hand and a miniature human (3’ 8”), Ability to change size objects for convenience (not living beings), incredible hovering speed and dexterity in tiny form. - Major: Runecrafting, Alchemy, Regeneration, Applying magic into objects (usually tip of a paintbrush or needle) and aiming it specifically in places of the body to disrupt a being’s flow or link of magical energy, silencing them or causing spells to backfire (he can also do the opposite, enhancing a spell-caster’s ability to do magic) He has a natural defense ability of glamour (which inflares the feeling of difference with each of the victims five senses, making him seem harmless or like a piece of scenery – including giving himself a female like voice), another form of this power can change his face, eyes or aura in the form of a butterfly or moth. Armor/weapon: The only weapons he been known to use was a paintbrush with the tip laced with magical force or specially designed needles that he created a special arcane force of self defense acupuncture techniques, that can paralyzed limbs, heal, or numb pain. A special silk that he creates from his fingers is storage of magical power that can be imprinted with instructions for communication, barriers or offence (which is rare)
One part of his body is marked by runes of his own design creates physical barrier upon reflex. Other runes includes protection against other elements has well, although this kind of armor is limited by his own physical strength and magic blocking can tired him out more quickly.
Weakness: Pure cool iron is a bane-all to him (alloy doesn’t bother him too much). Cages, manacles, and blades with it can disable his power and hinder his regeneration, hence his natural fear towards any dangerous object made of it. In addition, his smaller size in either form can make him more prone to injury, making him more reluctant to jump into a brawl.
History:
Fidal is a foreigner of the eastern lands in every way, as his birth and life has been in the lands of the south, otherwise known has the Lost Shroud, which was namesake after the deep mist have surrounded the borders result from the death throbs of a powerful demon around two thousand years ago. Contrary to popular belief of the region being jinxed since then, the land hasn't been affected in any other way, save for the fog, and has recover in its beauty, although the kingdoms, tribes, clans were secluded from the outside with exception to traders and mages that know the ways though the mists.
This is Fidalio of Lu'dale, valley of the shine of Kaeilis, the moon keeper. His kind have been scholars and recorders of magical event and knowledge for centuries, however this fae seek more than watching the outside world though a pond. He appointed himself as an traveling correspondent, and brought with him many tales although this was all against the elders decision. When it came a time, they put him on house arrest, threatening exile for the next time he leaves the valley without their approval.
It was the last night he left the vallery, seeking for more than just scholar and arhiving. He traveled many places giving his services of alchemy and magical scripting in towns, and getting into some trouble for his curiosity.
One partucalar case occured around 50 years ago, while he seeked to knowledge of bypassing the fog and into the outside world, and during the height his research try to 'borrow' a scroll of path, belonging to the Queen of the Saigan Elven Providence, which he was caught by the woman herself. Rather than thrown him into an iron cage, she heard his dream while waiting for the guards and came up with a deal to earn his copy of the scroll by working for her.
He did small tasks at first, like message carrying, but later, he learned the advancement of his powers to do more and because a whisper in the ear of the queen and her advisor. He designed locks, magical weapons or improved the ones that were there, and became quite used to the earthen druidism that was a part of the Sagian's values, although on a backstory the queen admitted that her orgin didn't started with their ideas. It lead to a series of tales about her days before the great war, how everything started, how the war between the Elian and Sagian was invoked by demons, which included Sodol who she banished personally prior to the events that ended the war, accounts that eventually lead to Karador.
By the time his working term finished, he forgot what he was working for, except the queen sent him on a sojorn outside of the Shroud as she wanted a report of how everything been, including giving the outside world resurance of her people, giving her personal and histortic accounts into two copied manuscript for the future generations, not knowing that Kalista is still alive. With that task, he was free to go and stay as he pleases passing though the fog with his version of the scroll, which the queen modifyed without his knowledge...which would be the first step in destoying accused fog for good.
Other: His arm, thigh are laced with runic tattoos for the said armor. He has a habit of keeping and befriending many animals. Among them, mostly a off-white small squirral and a pair of falcons that visits this shop even watching the place with comtempting eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2006 5:06:17 GMT -5
Name: Circu
Nick Name: None
Age: 19
Race/Class: Unchained
Appearance: 6'4" tall. Gleeming red eyes, fangs, pale skin, fairly thin, and light brown hair.
Likes: Demons, vampires, nightime, anyone he thinks he likes
Dislikes: Most mortals, daytime, necromancers, those trying to kill him
Powers: Slight telepathy, superhuman strength, regeneration, skilled in hand to hand combat, basic unchained powers
Armor/weapon: Leather breastplate, no weapons
Weakness: Honor bound, he will keep his word if able. Anyone who knows him well will make him swear on his honor instead of a promise, a promise he has no problem breaking.
History: Born a bastard Circu was left to himself close after his mother left him. He was picked up by a passing knight and taken to the castle, where he was raised. He's lived there, grudgingly at times, ever since.
Other: He usually wears his hood up, hiding his face. His usual places to think and relax is high up on buildings, roofs and spires.
This bio is subject to change as the Character grows and finds new powers through r/p ~K~
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Post by Shiro Ascetus Denethir on Feb 11, 2006 1:31:00 GMT -5
Name: Shiro Ascetus Denethir
Nick Name: None
Age: 21
Race/Class: Lycan/Alfa Male
Appearance: Tall, at about 6'5", with a commanding figure. Has short black hair, and dark eyes. He usually wears a sombre expression, with thin eyebrows, and a smooth face. His clothes consist of a dark shirt, with equally dark pants. He also wears a bracelet made of mythril, and a short sword with its scabbard at his side. Often wears a long, brown cloak, with tattered edges, over his other clothes. Although he is such, he does not have the look that many would expect of an Alfa Male of the lycans.
His wolven form is no exception, as though he has the same claws and teeth, his fur is far shorter than most lycans, causing him to look like a poorly kept, black dog.
Personality: A minimalist, he doesn't often get angry, and enjoys a simple life, without many comforts. When he gets angry, however, he is a force to be reckoned with. He often tries to solve other's problems for them. He is not often at a miss for something to say, but can also be thoughtful and quiet when he gives himself the chance.
Likes: Butting into other's business,
Dislikes: Nothing at the moment.
Armor/weapon: His only armor is the mythril bracelet that he wears, lined on the inside with a coat of gold, which he uses as a shield, and his weapon is a short sword with a blade, ironically, made of silver. The hilt is ornate, made of steel, and encrusted with several precious and semi-precious stones. Along a similar note to weaponry, he carries an assortment of staves imbued with magical properties.
Powers: His only power is his speed and strength, which have grown since he became a lycan. He usually carries staves with healing propeties, as well as ones that cast charms, though the effects are limited. His speed and strength as both a swordsman, and a lycan, are far above normal levels.
History: No one knows much about his past, other than his mother and father's names, Hanako and Charles Denethir. Other than being an accomplished swordsman at an early age, he has had a childhood... uneventful at best.
At the age of 14, he was scratched by a lycan, and became one himself, during a routine lycan hunting expedition.
Other: He has poor eyesight, being very near-sighted. Although this does not effect his ability to fight, he needs to wear glasses to read print from distances. He carries rather plain, yet well crafted glasses in a wooden case in his pouch.
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Post by Adara on Feb 13, 2006 4:23:09 GMT -5
Name: Adara Esevchck
Nick Name: none
Age:19
Race/Class: Lycan
Appearance: Wolf form is a large white wolf, dark eyes though almost innocent in appearance. Human form, she is about 5’8” tall, well built, athletic with aqua eyes and long near perfectly black hair
Likes: running with the pack, lounging in the sun, playing, lazy talks with her friends about nothing at all, feeling like she belongs
Dislikes: fighting (though will not back down) being alone
Powers: teeth, claws, incredible strength
Armor/weapon: teeth claws, maybe a few daggers and the like in her human form
Weakness: Silver
History: Adara was changed to Lycan when she was 17 years old. Her family grew up in Karador, and it was during a hunt in the forest, she had gotten separated form the main party and out of the five who were with her in her small group, she was the only one to have survived the attack of the mad Lycan.
At first she resented what she had become, but in time, she has grown to embrace it, love it even, and now, she cannot think of anything she would rather be, or any place for that matter.
Other: She has a soft spot for children.
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Post by Rosalie Mercedes on Feb 20, 2006 21:42:51 GMT -5
Name: Rosalie Mercedes Nick Name: Child or Little Miss Age: Fourteen Race/Class: The Legacy/Stable Master Appearance: Human, ash blonde hair that drops to just below her shoulders, soft green eyes, petite Likes: Her parents, friends, animals, cleanlyness, civility Dislikes: Treachery, disrespect, dishonesty, lazyness Armor/weapons: She has no armor but carries with her a dagger that is tied to a belt at her waist. Weakness: She carries no armor and is still very young, therefore a slight lack of experience. History: Even before she could walk, her parents instilled within her a certain level of integrity while they brought her with them on their daily chores and outings. She spent much time with them, learning the ropes of her family's trade as well as how to defend herself if ever the need should arise. Recently, her parents were savagely attacked by a large hord. Not being able to get away in time, her father died and her mother became bedridden. Rosalie now has to work through the trauma and tend to her new task of being the master of her family's stable. Other: She has a strange birth mark behind her right ear, near her hairline. Of all the horses and other animals that are at her stable for rent or sale , there is one that belongs to her alone and that is her clydesdale, Sloane. She also has two Siberian Huskies, Lexiss and Saskia
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Post by Sarasakage on Feb 22, 2006 19:47:28 GMT -5
Name: Sarasakage
Nick Name: Sara
Age: 14
Race/Class: Human/Queen of Thieves
Appearance: A young girl who wears black as to not be seen in the shadows.
Likes: She enjoys stealing things that other thieves couldn't. She prefers simple meals instead of something big and elaborate. Eavesdropping on suspicious people is something she can almost always be found doing.
Dislikes: She hates it when people accuse her of having a crush on a guy, although its usually true. She also hates rich people who make it a point to show off their wealth.
Personality: She flits from place to place, spying on people. She spends more time eavesdropping on conversations then she does actually stealing from people. She can be rather annoying and can almost always be seen with a mischievous grin on her face. Still young, she can get shy around older guys.
Skills: She is very fast and quite deadly with her blades. And contrary to her behavior, if the prize is worth it she can be an excellent thief.
Armor/weapon: She wields two long knives with which she is capable of performing lightning-fast attacks.
History: She was abandoned by her parents at an early age. She quickly learned to steal in order to acquire the things she needed to live. A master thief noticed her abilities and took her in. He helped refine her abilites and now she has ascended to the rank of Queen.
Other: Ananacomosuphobia
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Post by Sukebe on Feb 22, 2006 20:44:26 GMT -5
Name: Unknown
Nick Name: Sukebe
Age: Unknown
Race/Class: Unknown/Wanderer
Appearance: Long blue hair, a strange mask covers its face.
Personality Description: Sukebe is usually seen wandering alone. Whether it is because people despise it, fear it, or whether it prefers to be alone, remains a mystery. It's gender remains a mystery. However, it has been rumored that it may be a male due to its prurient nature around females.
Powers: It possesses unimaginable speed that is rumored to come from the mask it wears. The mask does not appear to be able to be removed by normal means.
Armor/weapon: Its nails are capable of extending into razor-sharp unbreakable blades.
History: Not much is known about Sukebe, it just wandered into town one day. No one knows from where it came nor the reason for it being here. It is assumed to be human, as it seems to act like one most of the time. It always wears the mask, thus, it's true face has never been seen. Those who have attempted to remove the mask rarely survived to repeat the mistake.
Other: It has a pet kitten named Nekoni.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2006 22:17:56 GMT -5
Name: Makura Hekitendou
Nick Name: That annoying bitch
Age: 12
Race/Class: Dunpeal/Sorceress
Appearance:
Likes: Power, control, blood.
Dislikes: Inferiority, those who don't consider her superior to them, being told that she's 'cute'.
Personality: She thinks she is better than everyone else. Anyone who disagrees with her is wrong. If there is something that she can't do (which she claims there isn't) she'll blame it on something else. She tends to favor those from whom she can gain, but cares little for anyone else.
Powers: She possesses the ability to transform into a bat, though she uses it rarely. She is also capable of unleashing a variety of offensive spells, she specializes in dark magic.
Armor/weapon: She wields a wand that, while not necessary for performing the magic, helps reduce the strain that larger spells do on her body.
Weakness: She is very quick to anger. Her larger spells often require a chant of some sort to cast.
History: As soon as she learned to use her magic, she trained herself everyday in order to be better than anyone else. This resulted in her being exceptionally skilled at magic. She demonstrated such great ability, that she was allowed to start being trained at a young age. Showing off her superior skills to older sorcerors resulted in enlarging her already inflated ego.
Other: She is really supposed to be a full-blood vampire, but due to the rules of this site, she has to be a half-blood so she can walk around in the daylight. Sorry Kalista, I do love your site.
EDIT: Huggles to you hun, heehee and no worries, I can't make EVERYTHING easy, now can I?
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