Appearance: An attractive young man with reddish-brown hair, warm brown eyes, and strangely dark, heavy eyelashes and eyebrows. His body has a strong but limber build, and his clothing is generally fairly tidy and often looks a little expensive.
Abilities: Skilled and agile fighter, his favorable weapons being a sword or bow, though he can also make good use of daggers. In a pinch, he can often figure a way to turn various objects into weapons. He is also capable of magic, unlike most men, though it is of the darker, less natural sort.
Personality: At first Calvmic often comes across as confidant, charming, intelligent, even polite; in actuality, he's arrogant and selfish. His devious nature is generally kept hidden though, and he will often provide others with assistance if he believes he may somehow benefit, even (or especially) if those he helps aren't aware of it.
Appearance: Her quiet and shy demeanor holds people at bay from her looks. Oceanaiia's appearance is that of an innocent angel. Sandy blond ringlets frame her pale freckled face. A petite frame and violet-cyan eyes.
Abilities: You'd never guess that such an angel would know how to defend herself. Mother leaving the father to care for their baby girl can lead to some drastic changes in a women's life while young. One change would be the chance to venture along with her knighted father and learn his ways.
After many years as a sidekick, her father had been slain by a younger knight, leaving her to fend for herself. In the present Oceanaiia has become a very skilled combat warrior, picking up swordsmanship on the way, she can wield a battle weapon just enough to defend herself.
Personality: Oceanaiia's appearance usually sets people off, they see an innocent girl, but what they have yet to learn is that she is a strong-willed fighter. She is not stubborn but she isn't a pushover. Her opinions are hard as rock, she will listen to others, but unless proven wrong, she sticks by her own thoughts. She is generous, and knows right from wrong, but curiousity can get the best of her.
Last Edit: May 8, 2009 22:21:12 GMT -5 by BeeBR00741
Appearance: Cervantes looks like the type of person you would expect to come walking out of a bar holding the heads of the entire guard. Standing a towering 6'8'', and weighing upwards of 350 pounds, Cervantes is a freak of nature, more muscular than most men should ever become. He has deep red eyes that seem to glow like a fire. He has a short cut haircut of black hair that is buried under a cowboy hat. He has a thick mess of stubble for a beard, and is consistently chewing tobacco. His deep, almost demonic, voice echoes loudly, and he carries himself as if not even the gods themselves could cut him down. It is apparent that that temperance in well earned, as he has hundreds of scars all over his body. He is dressed in a pair of brown pants, a cut off black leather jacket, and a undershirt underneath it. Seared into his flesh, just under his neckline, is a mark of the Dagon (not dragon), a historical race of soldiers known for unparalleled fortitude.
Abilities: Cervantes is not fast, nor quick, but insanely strong. His stature makes it hard for him to be a fast striker, but his weapon of choice is what appears to be a massive tree trunk with grips cut into the base. It is nearly 8 feet long and around two feet in width. Few could lift the thing, let alone swing it. Cervantes seems to do so with ease. Oddly enough, though looking like a simple brute, Cervantes is a calculating man, and rarely is found off guard in a fight. However, his lack of speed provides a distinct disadvantage when dealing with quicker foes...
Personality: At first glance, most are terrified of Cervantes, for good reason. He has a reputation as an extremely nasty adversary. He has a history of carrying out jobs for payment that are less than moral. However, as of the past few years, it seems Cervantes has taken a distaste for such work. The last few thugs attempting to hire him for the murder of a pair of women whom had fled their demanded payment, were found dead, crushed thin. Cervantes can be ruthless when necessary, but never seemed to be evil. It was almost as if he didn't care. Recently, however, he shows a completely unseen compassion for others. It tempers his actions slightly, but Cervantes is by no means a good guy. He seems to realize that something is not right in the world, and that perhaps he has had a hand in creating it...
Name: Sharlinelle (her clan-given name; "Shar" for short, though it really annoys her) Age: 26 Gender: Female
Appearance: Were it not for her unusual clothing and black eyes (the mark of her clan, Bloodwern), Sharlinelle could easily be mistaken for a harem concubine at first glance; deeply tanned skin, exotic frame, and a walk that catches eyes when she wishes to, she could easily fit in if necessary. However, beneath all that is a toughened and powerful figure, with muscles that are unusually well-formed, and hands that show a life of hard work and consistent training. Commonly wears a loose-fitting brown tunic over simple clothes, dark red bandanna holding her black hair back, and dirtied wraps around wrists and arms, along with minimal provisions tucked away inside a bag she carries with her
Abilities: various methods of reducing or eliminating the effects of offensive magic upon herself and others; extremely limber and flexible, to the point where her body is almost literally one with her mind; hand-to-hand combat is natural to her, limited weapon knowledge, seemingly inhumanly strong for her size; skin is hardened against low-velocity blunt blows and minor cuts by years of repeated close combat practice and training
Attitude: Sharlinelle truthfully has no particular personality, given what she does; it can range from a snappy, irritated young woman to the smooth, seductive movements reminiscent of a prostitute's lure. Still, if there were something to be called a "normal" personality, that would be her fighting stance: nearly blank, giving little away as to what her next move would be, opponents rarely get the upper hand on her. She shows compassion where it is necessary... but her hatred for magic "mis-users" runs deep, though she is not foolish enough to act without proper investigation first.
(i promise, no Hadokens)
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Name: Blanchefluer Smith ((Blanch for short. And yes, its a real name; it was my great-grandma's name... Almost mine. O.O)) Age: 18 Gender: Female
Appearance: Blanch is shorter than average. She has dark brown hair, which is always pulled up into two buns. Her eyes are brown. She isn't a beautiful girl, but she has been described as cute.
Outfit: Dark green pants rolled up to the knee, dirty, white long sleeved shirt rolled up to the elbow with a brown corset-vest thing, and when she is working, she wears a leather apron that covers her chest and legs. Her outfit is a little different because she works in a smithy with her dad. If she wore a skirt, she'd be a fire hazard
Abilities: Like I said, Blanch is a striker in a smithy; her dad is the blacksmith. She is much stronger than she looks due to years of working. She has no experience with weapons, but if she was forced to fight, she would probably use a hammer because she's comfortable with it.
Personality: Blanch is very bubbly and optumistic. She tends to also be a bit naive.