The Touch of Death Characters

[The Mammoth]

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[The Mammoth]

Name: Horacius Mecrast
Age: 39
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 235 Lbs.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good

Description: An aging warrior, Horacius used to be a Paladin of the Order of the Radiant Heart (more on this in history). He stands tall, his face beaten and scarred from his many battles when he was a paladin, and some more recent. His blond hair is scattered with gray. He has a face of a man who has seen much hardship, and much suffering, however there is a hidden kindness in his eyes. He carries his massive tower shield, the Shield of the Endless Night, taken from a slain warrior during his Paladin days, and his sword, an eternally aflame bastard sword, "The blade of the Red Dragon."

History: Horacius was a Paladin for many years of his life, and his power had grown beyond what any in the order thought possible. However, they began to see him as a threat, and corruption, unknown to any but those inside the order, was apparent. While Horacius was on crusade, fighting for the order, The order's leaders sent out assassins, which killed Horacius' wife and son, in an effort to crush his resolve, crush his spirit, and make he fall from the path of a Paladin. He had been on a crusade for about a year, hunting down a merciless killer. When he heard of his family's demise, he returned home, and mourned them. The order told Horacius that they would get to the bottom of the murders, but that he would not be part of it. He was a Paladin, and vengeance could not be part of what they did. He was told this, and he knew it. But as time progressed, and he continued to protect the innocent, he couldn't be distracted from the lack of progress made. On a mission to stop a pack of Wyverns that were attacking a nearby town, Horacius stopped, questioning the honesty of the order. It had been a year, and there was nothing uncovered, nobody arrested. The order dodged his questions, and he knew that he would have to investigate the murders himself. Soon enough, he learned the truth, that his own order, that which he had followed his whole life, slaughtered his family. He fought with the idea, trying to make reasons for why it could not be the truth, tortured that his own brothers of the Order would do this. However, he could come up with no excuse. Starving for vengeance, Horacius marched onto the Order's doorstep, and questioned the head of the Order. He had expected Horacius to not give up, was looking for a method to strip Horacius of his title, and expel him from the order.. Horacius was confused, and asked why he had done this. Malatar, the head, lied no more, and told Horacius that he had set out to undo him. He was causing the Order to want a lead change, and in his own fury, he had refused to allow Horacius to take his position, despite Horacius' qualification. Horacius couldn't believe a Paladin would fall to such petty acts, but he knew what must be done. Those who refused to side with the corrupted order were allowed to flee, those who fought, were slain. The head of the order, and 20 of its best Paladins fell to Horacius' blade. He had destroyed that which he had served his whole life, and it crushed his spirit. After the battle, Horacius denounced his stance as a Paladin and became known as the Fallen Paladin. Many thought him the traitor, but few found reason to harm him for he rarely did any evil. The past follows him wherever he goes, but rarely does it stay, for his actions cause others to forgive what mistakes he may have made in his past. He travels around the world, helping those in need, trying to escape his tortured past...

Notable acheivements: As a Paladin, Horacius was the only man in history known to single-handedly slay a dragon. He was 26 years old. His sword was part of the dragon's stash.

Horacius's shield was obtained when he killed a knight of the order of the Radiant heart who had fallen from the path, and was conjuring undead and massive demons. Horacius did this at the age of 28...

Horacius destroyed the Order at age 32.

Appearance: Horacius is clad in jet black armor he has worn from the day he became a Paladin, it has many marks where it has been mended from damage, however it is still as strong as the day he put it on. His shield covers him from neck to ankle, and is etched with a holy symbol, removing its demonic properties. His sword is about 5 feet long, and is constantly ablaze unless in its sheath. He is clean shaven, but has a clean cut hair-style that is often ironically, mangled and dirty because of his constant traveling.

[knightc3]

Name: Athon Brackus
Age: 20
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150 lbs
Alignment: Neutral-Good

Weapons: He wields a long sword with a 4-foot blade and a heraldic shield that was awarded to him by the royal blacksmith of a grateful king who son he had saved from kidnappers.

Description/Appearance: He has an athletic physique with strong arms and a stamina to rival the best of warriors. He has a young but mature face, with black eyes that seem to have seen too much of the world too soon. He is an alert individual, always prepared for the worst. He is clean shaven with short back hair that are usually in mess.

History: Athon was a squire in the Order of the Radiant Heart. He had been training under one of the most respected paladins who had seen his potential at an early age and had taken him under his wing to train him to become one of the order. From the age of 11, Athon had been trained rigorously, always managing to stay ahead of the other, much older squires in learning everything that was taught. After accompanying his mentor on a few adventures, he wished for the same life and the chance to fight the evil and banish them from the world.

As the corruption spread like a plague within the order, his mentor changed considerably. His missions became more about money and power than doing good. At the time, Athon didn't understand much of the politics or the reason behind his actions. He just trusted and learned everything he could from his mentor who he still held in high regard. Fortunately for him, the paladin had a kind heart and shielded him from the corruption and evil spreading within the order.

Very soon, Anthon begin to realize that something was troubling his mentor but he had refused to answers all his questions when he had asked. One day, he had been abruptly sent away on what he thought was a foolish errand. On returning a few days later from a village nearby with a bottle of a particular drink he had been asked to get, he found the order destroyed and his master lying in the main chambers, barely alive. He had rushed to help his mentor but it was no use. He didn't possess the spells to help him.

On the verge of death his mentor had handed him his sword, The Lightbringer of the Fallen, a longsword possessing great power. He was also asked to never unsheathe it or let anyone else do so till he completed his training. His mentor had warned him that he had corrupted the sword by his recent actions and he had been regretting it for some time. He said he deserved to die at the hands of the man they had betrayed. He explained what had happened while he had been away and asked him to find Horacious. Without explaining why, he had passed away.

The order was completely devoid of life now. Athon had buried the bodies of the once great paladins along with their weapons and armor except for his mentor's sword. He set out to find and punish Horacious, one of the strongest paladins of the order for he thought that was what his mentor had meant him to do initially. Over the next few years, he had realized what it really meant and Horacious was now the only one who could complete his training. Listening to the stories about the work the order had carried out in recent years before its destruction, Athon realized he had got everything wrong. He even visited the former home of Horacious and paid his tribute to the graves of his family. He set out to find this man who might be able to guide him to become worthy of his mentor's sword.

Skills/Abilities: Since his training was never completed, the only power he has command over is that of healing but only for self. He can heal himself of minor cuts and wounds, even go far enough to fix minor fractures but it takes long and drains him of his energy considerably.

Other Notes:

Over the years, he has carried out tasks for the villages, towns and cities he has passed while following Horacious. For this very reason, he has been delayed and hasn't yet caught up to him.

[Da Pwny]

*attacks thread like a Doberman to a prime rib steak >.>*

Name: Naomi Myr
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 95 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


Appearance: midnight blue cloth outfit, open in several spots and sits loose on her body to allow it to fall away when summoning, but still protected in vital areas and main joints (elbows and knees) by cloth-covered steel plating; face is almost always covered by a black mask, which as of current bears the royal seal of the Eastern Kingdom on the front; underneath is milky white skin, snow-white hair that flows about halfway down back, but is usually fashioned into a single braid, brown eyes, and various arcane symbols all over her body in various but still displayable places (ie- nowhere private).

Abilities: able to bend shadows to will, though she uses it mostly just for moving between rooms a bit easier; able to change her physical form into one of several powerful creatures/beings, including a flame phoenix, water nymph, and several others
Attitude: Seemingly cold and distant, but oddly careful in her actions and strangely light-hearted; often takes a realistic view of things, but chooses to move more towards the slightly optimistic side of things

History: Born into the clan she served until it was wiped out by a group of holy men, Naomi is often mistaken for a Shade, due to her summoning and shape-shifting abilities... In fact, she despises the unholy and demonic. Even though she can summon a Succubus as her fighting avatar, she is more in line with druids and clergies than devil worshipers.

As a child, she deadened her body to pain in preparation for the difficult task of calling upon an avatar, which still drains her even now. However, while still in training, her village was attacked rather unexpectedly. Many were killed, including most of Naomi's family. Even as the remaining people turned to picking the pieces back up and rebuilding, Naomi couldn't sit still. So without the village chief's permission, she left, risking banishment forever to seek the answers behind the attacks. Since then, her vision of the world has become rather cold, but she still hangs onto a sliver of hope that there are still a few good souls out there... she now just takes them with a grain of salt. All that was left over from the single soldier the unarmed villagers had managed to kill was a seal upon the cloak he wore, which she cut out and took with her, hoping that it would jog a few memories. So far, however, it has turned up nothing at all...



Weapons: Eastern short sword called Quou-Zao, nicknamed "Steel Feather" for its strangely light weight but superior sharpness.

Other Notes: Although strikingly beautiful, she is rather picky about taking friends, let alone lovers. Her personality doesn't help much...

She also fully summons very rarely, as summoning even the weakest of her contracts into this realm takes great amounts of life energy just to complete. Often times she summons buffs or for attacks, but when situations become desperate enough, she can and will call upon those that she has contracts with...

Contract List: (so far): Succubus, Nymph, Flame Phoenix, and a Golum


*maybe more later >.< kinda late for me right now...*

[Prime]

Name: Kyle Heron

Age: 22

Height: 5'10"

Weight:170

Alignment: Private

Description/Appearance: Tall, with deep violet colored eye's, and hair as black as the deepest night. Those traits come from his past training, as a shadowdancer, which he still claims, despite the fact that he's been long past that. He wears white leather armor, with black hearts over his own. He's sometimes seen wearing a black cloak, though usually he has no need of it. He wears a unique sword on his left hip, contained in a white sheath. His face is smooth angles and lines, though occasionally marred by a thin scar.

History: A former thief, he grew uncomfortable with his old profession and became Rounin, a wandering warrior. In his past travels he ran into a young lady, and due to her pleas became a thief once more, for a time. Her name is Rhiannon, her origin is unknown, but over time she's become a part of Kyle

Weapons: A white longsword with a two handed hilt, its blade is especially wide and thick, curving gracefully to a sharp point and blade alike.

Skills/Abilities: He's a shadowdancer, he can move quickly on the edge of shadows, or even use a shadow as a portal through a short distance. The proper wielding of his weapon negates this ability however.

Other Notes: Nothing you get to know about at this time.

[Vaidia]

Name: Integra Letalis
Age: Around 13
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 100
Alignment: True Neutral

Description/Appearance: Inta has short brown hair that is fashioned much like a boys, so many people, upon seeing her without any of her normal attires, often think she could be a (very scrawny) young boy. But, this is nullified for she very much dresses like a girl... of sorts. She has a rather ornate head dress which she often wears: a delicate looking rose hat (which is actually a over-forced open bag made of woven red roses) and a flame-red feather sticking out of it. Her eyes are rather interesting, for they have no definite color. They change with whoever she is sharing empathy (one of her abilities) with to their own eye color.
What Inta wears often varies, her preferences being brighter colors of reds and oranges. Yet, she usually remains consistent with the style, which is a long parka top, a loose undershirt that goes down to her knees and has rather puffy sleeves and poofy pants, that are neatly tucked into well-worn leather ankle boots.

History: Much of Inta's past is unknown, even by herself. She has no memory of her life before the age of eight, where she was found by her current mentor and master while wandering aimlessly through the woods. He retaught her nearly everything, for whatever incident had happened to erase her memory was enough to make her forget some essentials. Yet, she (re)learned everything quickly, enough so that she was able to be taught her masters own art: necromancy. She was a natural at it, easily learning the basics, as she had everything else. Yet, her master never showed any praise toward her efforts, as he did when she was relearning how to live. This made her think she wasn't trying hard enough, so she put her all into becoming the "Best Necromancer as Possible." Yet, the interesting thing about Inta is that she does not know or think that her art is evil; she remains unscathed, pure and innocent.

Weapons: She carries a flame red feather (which she uses as a wand) and a rose covered "carrying case" for it. These two things were are the only objects from her past.

Skills/Abilities: The ability to summon dead, place curses and all other necromantic abilities. Her unique ability is that she is an Empath, having the ability to easily pick up on the feelings of others and, sometimes, share in them.

Other Notes: Inta is still very much a child, this being so she is upset about some things very easily and can be ridiculously stubborn at points. She is also very trusting, putting all her faith in something even though it may be bad.

Her favorite food is Rabbit Strew.