Post by Da Pwny on Jan 30, 2008 20:09:35 GMT -5
I asked Sat and he said I could post these for everyone else to see. if there's anything wrong, just post / PM me about it 
Profile for Almi/Guardian::
Name: Almara (last name n/a)
Gender: Female
Race: half-breed Syrin (pron. See-rhen)
Appeared Age: ~14-15
Height: 4' 7”
Weight: 72 lbs.
Appearance:
---body: small frame, pale skin that is easily sunburned
---eyes: yellow, slitted, tinted to a gray color via contacts
---hair: jet black hair that flows freely down to her shoulders
---other features: small protruding canines that glisten white in sunlight but are easily hidden, triangle-shaped ears that move independently (highly sophisticated mechanical prosthetics created to hide her true identity, and grow as she does; the person who operated on her is unknown, but obviously highly skilled)
---clothes: simple dark gray t-shirt that look very used, brownish patchwork pants and simple slip-on loafers, completed with an off-white headband that hides her ears from view
Equipment:
Small satchel pack where she keeps various things; small pocket knife used namely in cooking
Abilities: strong animal empathy (works easily with most neutral- and good-aligned creatures, as well as weak-minded evil-aligned ones), animal-speak, weak magic resistance; affinity towards music of any kind, especially instruments and vocal-based folk songs; often makes money via tips for playing music
(discovered): several sonic-based abilities; can use her 'voice' against enemies (weaken songs), or to assist allies (strong songs); can also use nearly any instrument to amplify her abilities as she plays, from flutes to drums *prefers guitars or other string instruments ;D*
Attitude:
Timid, naive, curious, cautious, easily distracted/spooked, klutzy, humble, and has low selfesteem. Is polite and has very good manners, however, and uses them often. Determined to do good, she'll exert herself to the point of exhaustion, which doesn't take long. However, she often ends up in need of protection rather than helping out at all, and is constantly in need of attention. She is usually cautious around others; once she comes to know a person / group of people, however, she can be a bit talkative; severely underplays her intelligence for unknown reasons
History:
Remembers little about her past, or perhaps refuses too, and is often haunted by dreams of what happened to her. She gets distracted easily, and can just as easily wander off chasing a butterfly as she can listen to a meaningful sermon; her unpredictability is a major drawback. Often gets confused by even the simplest of commands; however, she is actually quite intelligent, and occasionally deviates into her truly brilliant mind, allowing her to figure out seemingly impossible puzzles and such merely by observing them.
Just how much she knows is impossible to tell, and may never be fully known for she locks a good portion of herself away from others, even those she knows well... Knowing nothing about her heritage, Almi is scared when her voice changes suddenly, thinking that she's turned into some sort of freak because of it. Even though she is extremely polite and kind hearted, she has her moments of harshness and depression, in which she shells up and only the Guardian can get her out of it, more often than not.
She has extremely low dexterity, due mostly to her half-Syrin bloodline, and can only withstand a few hits before she could be killed. Her ignorance towards weapons makes things even harder, as she knows very little of fighting or battles, and is more often in need of protection than actually fighting.
Although fairly cute, she refuses to sell herself, even if it could bring in much more money than her side-street music ventures. Occasionally, she's asked to play somewhere by aspiring entrepreneurs, but mostly she sets up shop somewhere near the town gates, filling the immediate area with beautiful and
oddly complex tunes. Has memorized all the songs she plays, but she can play most anything seemingly by instinct...
A Small note About Syrin: Although their appearance is like that of other demons, and they have been mistakenly classified as such more often than not, Syrin are actually more closely related in blood to the elven kind. In fact, they share many physiological attributes with elves; their natural intelligence, elegant forms, and knowledge of nature, just to name a few. However, Syrin are often mistaken for Sirens, a demon species, and already being rare, have been hunted nearly to extinction because of this, along with their low birth-to-death ratio (about 1.21 live birth to 1 death).
Syrin can also live long lives, as long as any of the other 'immortal' species. And although they are not Siren-type demons, they do have naturally beautiful voices, of which they use in both war and peacetime. This is the main difference between them and Sirens; whereas the Siren-kind can only seduce with their voices, Syrin have a diverse range of uses for their voices, from ear-piercing screams that can shatter glass and iron alike, to soothing coos that can speed up physical, as well as mental, healing in allies. Because of this, the few that aren't regularly persecuted or martyred are known as famous doctors, politicians, and commanders wherever they are.
However, as of this time, Almi has no clue about her past heritage, nor does she remember much about her parents or what they were to begin with. Secretly, she wants to know the truth, but she won't say it out loud because she fears what others might think. Also, the matter about her ears concerns her, as she doesn't remember why she has them at all...
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Name: (the) Guardian (no other name available)
Gender: Male
Race: unknown, possibly human/half-breed
Appeared Age: mid 30s
Height: 6', 6' 4"; depends on what store he just came out of *rofl XD*
Weight: 298 lbs.
Appearance:
---body: strong frame w/ bulging muscles, well-tanned skin
---eyes: dark gray
---hair: bleached blond buzz cut
---clothes: rusted full plate armor (including one-piece helmet) with the mark of a foreign legion stamped on the right arm plate, and light chain mail underneath; light-colored cotton clothes underneath armor, as well as breathable, movable, and removable padding
---other features: old scar across left eye vertically; silver and gold necklace set with a burning red gem in the center that seems to hold some sort of importance to him which he keeps in his waist pouch all the time...
Equipment:
Longsword decorated with foreign symbols and pulsing with electric energy; off-hand short sword which he can wield along with the longsword, decorated with similar symbols on the blade and sheath as well; small waist pack for accessories, rations, ect
Abilities:
Great strength, knowledgeable in advanced longsword combat and some battle-type magic to strengthen / defend himself, as well as Almi, and is surprisingly fast for his size; beyond that, unknown
Attitude:
Silent most of the time, and his body strikes such an imposing figure that words aren't necessary; still, he is extremely kind and generous to Almi, treating her like a father would treat his daughter. That includes spoiling her rotten occasion. Fiercely defensive of the child, he'll place his body between her and whatever threat should come up without a second thought.
History:
Says very little, so only a bit of his history is known to Almi alone, who met him in a bit more desolated state seven years ago... Belongs to a long-forgotten order who's influence seems to still exist even now. However, he seems to know Almi very well. He is rarely angered, but when a fight seems unavoidable, he protects her fiercely as if she were his own child. Well-versed in advanced sword combat, his actions are decisive, often brutal, but effective, wasting little energy. Because of his sheer size and strength, it is quite possible that he is anything but human, although its hard to discern because he rarely removes his helmet or speaks.
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Name: Ignnis (last name n/a)
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Appeared Age: 24
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 124 lbs
Appearance:
---body: slender, elegant frame, fair colored skin, elven-like ears
---eyes: emerald green
---hair: pure black
---other features: almost callous-free hands elude to his 'pampered' existence,
---clothes: rarely dresses down to anything less than a shirt and pants, he dresses rather simple, given his position; never leaves his dwelling unarmed anymore, just as a precaution
Equipment: often seen with a well-polished silver-edged rapier in public, more for decoration than anything else, or so most people think; if not, then he carries a concealed .45 Colt Army Action percussion revolver for self defense, with a variety of munitions depending upon the situation
Abilities: with drug-enhanced agility and speed, he is more than formidable against a lower-class demon or half-demon, the main side effect being a quiver in extremities when used; is known to have dabbled in the magic arts for a while, as well as being an experienced programmer, but beyond that any other abilities are unknowns
Attitude: seemingly careless, easily excitable, and even clumsy at times, but his eyes carry the sharpness of a hawk, watching attentively every move made by those around him, prepared to react at a moment's notice. Often seems distant, but never off-guard. Its as if he's waiting for someone to make a mistake, but looking at him with a glance one would never know just how incredibly crafty he truly is...
History: A formidable friend, but a horrifying enemy, should one be foolish enough to face off against him unprepared, he was forced into serving as both the chief librarian and a personal guard to the Mistress, even though he despises her. Still, with his future- and life- on the line, he takes his personal careers, both forced and willing, very seriously. On top of that, it gives him an unprecedented level of access to things that few people know of, or want to know about.
Even though he appears to be nothing more than a smarter-than-average loyal dog, Ignnis carries a high-level passcode, and uses his position to dig deep into finding every weakness, mistake, and hole in security. And because of his expertise, Ignnis is often trusted with the encoding of the library's security and basic function. He is also allotted with much freedom to wander the complex, except for those few areas where he isn't allowed, of course. And he would rather not venture into those few forbidden zones anyhow, given all the stories spoken about the nooks and crannies built into the palace...
Profile for Almi/Guardian::
Name: Almara (last name n/a)
Gender: Female
Race: half-breed Syrin (pron. See-rhen)
Appeared Age: ~14-15
Height: 4' 7”
Weight: 72 lbs.
Appearance:
---body: small frame, pale skin that is easily sunburned
---eyes: yellow, slitted, tinted to a gray color via contacts
---hair: jet black hair that flows freely down to her shoulders
---other features: small protruding canines that glisten white in sunlight but are easily hidden, triangle-shaped ears that move independently (highly sophisticated mechanical prosthetics created to hide her true identity, and grow as she does; the person who operated on her is unknown, but obviously highly skilled)
---clothes: simple dark gray t-shirt that look very used, brownish patchwork pants and simple slip-on loafers, completed with an off-white headband that hides her ears from view
Equipment:
Small satchel pack where she keeps various things; small pocket knife used namely in cooking
Abilities: strong animal empathy (works easily with most neutral- and good-aligned creatures, as well as weak-minded evil-aligned ones), animal-speak, weak magic resistance; affinity towards music of any kind, especially instruments and vocal-based folk songs; often makes money via tips for playing music
(discovered): several sonic-based abilities; can use her 'voice' against enemies (weaken songs), or to assist allies (strong songs); can also use nearly any instrument to amplify her abilities as she plays, from flutes to drums *prefers guitars or other string instruments ;D*
Attitude:
Timid, naive, curious, cautious, easily distracted/spooked, klutzy, humble, and has low selfesteem. Is polite and has very good manners, however, and uses them often. Determined to do good, she'll exert herself to the point of exhaustion, which doesn't take long. However, she often ends up in need of protection rather than helping out at all, and is constantly in need of attention. She is usually cautious around others; once she comes to know a person / group of people, however, she can be a bit talkative; severely underplays her intelligence for unknown reasons
History:
Remembers little about her past, or perhaps refuses too, and is often haunted by dreams of what happened to her. She gets distracted easily, and can just as easily wander off chasing a butterfly as she can listen to a meaningful sermon; her unpredictability is a major drawback. Often gets confused by even the simplest of commands; however, she is actually quite intelligent, and occasionally deviates into her truly brilliant mind, allowing her to figure out seemingly impossible puzzles and such merely by observing them.
Just how much she knows is impossible to tell, and may never be fully known for she locks a good portion of herself away from others, even those she knows well... Knowing nothing about her heritage, Almi is scared when her voice changes suddenly, thinking that she's turned into some sort of freak because of it. Even though she is extremely polite and kind hearted, she has her moments of harshness and depression, in which she shells up and only the Guardian can get her out of it, more often than not.
She has extremely low dexterity, due mostly to her half-Syrin bloodline, and can only withstand a few hits before she could be killed. Her ignorance towards weapons makes things even harder, as she knows very little of fighting or battles, and is more often in need of protection than actually fighting.
Although fairly cute, she refuses to sell herself, even if it could bring in much more money than her side-street music ventures. Occasionally, she's asked to play somewhere by aspiring entrepreneurs, but mostly she sets up shop somewhere near the town gates, filling the immediate area with beautiful and
oddly complex tunes. Has memorized all the songs she plays, but she can play most anything seemingly by instinct...
A Small note About Syrin: Although their appearance is like that of other demons, and they have been mistakenly classified as such more often than not, Syrin are actually more closely related in blood to the elven kind. In fact, they share many physiological attributes with elves; their natural intelligence, elegant forms, and knowledge of nature, just to name a few. However, Syrin are often mistaken for Sirens, a demon species, and already being rare, have been hunted nearly to extinction because of this, along with their low birth-to-death ratio (about 1.21 live birth to 1 death).
Syrin can also live long lives, as long as any of the other 'immortal' species. And although they are not Siren-type demons, they do have naturally beautiful voices, of which they use in both war and peacetime. This is the main difference between them and Sirens; whereas the Siren-kind can only seduce with their voices, Syrin have a diverse range of uses for their voices, from ear-piercing screams that can shatter glass and iron alike, to soothing coos that can speed up physical, as well as mental, healing in allies. Because of this, the few that aren't regularly persecuted or martyred are known as famous doctors, politicians, and commanders wherever they are.
However, as of this time, Almi has no clue about her past heritage, nor does she remember much about her parents or what they were to begin with. Secretly, she wants to know the truth, but she won't say it out loud because she fears what others might think. Also, the matter about her ears concerns her, as she doesn't remember why she has them at all...
|_----::~--------|.'^'.|--------~::----_|
Gender: Male
Race: unknown, possibly human/half-breed
Appeared Age: mid 30s
Height: 6', 6' 4"; depends on what store he just came out of *rofl XD*
Weight: 298 lbs.
Appearance:
---body: strong frame w/ bulging muscles, well-tanned skin
---eyes: dark gray
---hair: bleached blond buzz cut
---clothes: rusted full plate armor (including one-piece helmet) with the mark of a foreign legion stamped on the right arm plate, and light chain mail underneath; light-colored cotton clothes underneath armor, as well as breathable, movable, and removable padding
---other features: old scar across left eye vertically; silver and gold necklace set with a burning red gem in the center that seems to hold some sort of importance to him which he keeps in his waist pouch all the time...
Equipment:
Longsword decorated with foreign symbols and pulsing with electric energy; off-hand short sword which he can wield along with the longsword, decorated with similar symbols on the blade and sheath as well; small waist pack for accessories, rations, ect
Abilities:
Great strength, knowledgeable in advanced longsword combat and some battle-type magic to strengthen / defend himself, as well as Almi, and is surprisingly fast for his size; beyond that, unknown
Attitude:
Silent most of the time, and his body strikes such an imposing figure that words aren't necessary; still, he is extremely kind and generous to Almi, treating her like a father would treat his daughter. That includes spoiling her rotten occasion. Fiercely defensive of the child, he'll place his body between her and whatever threat should come up without a second thought.
History:
Says very little, so only a bit of his history is known to Almi alone, who met him in a bit more desolated state seven years ago... Belongs to a long-forgotten order who's influence seems to still exist even now. However, he seems to know Almi very well. He is rarely angered, but when a fight seems unavoidable, he protects her fiercely as if she were his own child. Well-versed in advanced sword combat, his actions are decisive, often brutal, but effective, wasting little energy. Because of his sheer size and strength, it is quite possible that he is anything but human, although its hard to discern because he rarely removes his helmet or speaks.
|_----::~--------|.'^'.|--------~::----_|
Name: Ignnis (last name n/a)
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Appeared Age: 24
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 124 lbs
Appearance:
---body: slender, elegant frame, fair colored skin, elven-like ears
---eyes: emerald green
---hair: pure black
---other features: almost callous-free hands elude to his 'pampered' existence,
---clothes: rarely dresses down to anything less than a shirt and pants, he dresses rather simple, given his position; never leaves his dwelling unarmed anymore, just as a precaution
Equipment: often seen with a well-polished silver-edged rapier in public, more for decoration than anything else, or so most people think; if not, then he carries a concealed .45 Colt Army Action percussion revolver for self defense, with a variety of munitions depending upon the situation
Abilities: with drug-enhanced agility and speed, he is more than formidable against a lower-class demon or half-demon, the main side effect being a quiver in extremities when used; is known to have dabbled in the magic arts for a while, as well as being an experienced programmer, but beyond that any other abilities are unknowns
Attitude: seemingly careless, easily excitable, and even clumsy at times, but his eyes carry the sharpness of a hawk, watching attentively every move made by those around him, prepared to react at a moment's notice. Often seems distant, but never off-guard. Its as if he's waiting for someone to make a mistake, but looking at him with a glance one would never know just how incredibly crafty he truly is...
History: A formidable friend, but a horrifying enemy, should one be foolish enough to face off against him unprepared, he was forced into serving as both the chief librarian and a personal guard to the Mistress, even though he despises her. Still, with his future- and life- on the line, he takes his personal careers, both forced and willing, very seriously. On top of that, it gives him an unprecedented level of access to things that few people know of, or want to know about.
Even though he appears to be nothing more than a smarter-than-average loyal dog, Ignnis carries a high-level passcode, and uses his position to dig deep into finding every weakness, mistake, and hole in security. And because of his expertise, Ignnis is often trusted with the encoding of the library's security and basic function. He is also allotted with much freedom to wander the complex, except for those few areas where he isn't allowed, of course. And he would rather not venture into those few forbidden zones anyhow, given all the stories spoken about the nooks and crannies built into the palace...
