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Post by Kait on Dec 23, 2003 18:12:51 GMT -5
Please post all of your character profiles by replying to this thread.
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Post by Kait on Feb 12, 2004 22:59:39 GMT -5
Amaera Gender: Female Race: Moon Elf Class: Bard/Ranger Age: 139 Place of Residence: Anywhere and everywhere Weapons: Bow, longsword, shortsword Alignment: NG Deity: Mielikki (Khalreshaar) Appearance: Amaera is stunningly beautiful and graceful. She has ivory white skin and pale blue eyes. She has three tattoos: One large one starting at the back of her neck and flowing over her upper back, and two identical but small tattoos on the backs of her shoulders. Her hair is long and black with an occaisonal hint of dark blue. She often keeps her hair done in one braided ring at the back of her head, allowing the rest of her hair to fall free behind it and use it as a sort of headband. For formal occasions, she keeps it up in a more elegant style. As an elf, she is fairly short, only reaching about 5'5". She can usually be seen wearing silver or white when she performs but when travelling in the woods she often wears gray-green and gray-brown clothing. (Picture below belongs to me. Please don't use it without my permission.) Personality: Amaera is a kind, loving person. She strives to do good in all that she does. Protection is her only goal, whether that means protecting the forests or protecting people. Devoted to her goddess, Amaera often worships and meditates both at sunrise and sunset as her religion would require of a cleric. She is an excellent singer and also plays the harp and crystal flute. She uses her musical talent to comfort, soothe, and bring beauty to the world. She is quite open to all races, enjoying nothing more than learning new tales from a different culture. She is light hearted and often seems to have a maternal and nurturing nature towards others. Amaera has a deep love of the night sky, parties, and having intimate conversations with people. She also dabbles in magic from time to time. History: Coming soon...
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Post by Sweety8587 on Feb 15, 2004 6:04:27 GMT -5
KaaliGender: Female Race: Half Moon elf Class:True Neutral Half-Elf Ranger (?) Height: 4'6" Age: 41 Place of Residence: Family: none. Weapons: Long sword and bow. Alignment: Lawful good Deity:Solonor Thelandera Apperance: Kaali has waist length ash-brown hair. Golden brown eyes and ivory pale skin. Personality: Kaali is quiet and thoughful. Due to this, she prefers her own company and the silence accompanying it. She has a deep love for nature and prefers to live in the forest instead of in the city. She is very passionate and has a love for singing. History: Coming soon....
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Rune_Walker
Novice
"A true warrior must keep death in mind at all times.."
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Post by Rune_Walker on Feb 20, 2004 14:43:45 GMT -5
Name: Blood Lark (Aldreyon)
Gender: Male
Race: Half Drow/ Half Moon Elf
Class: Rouge/ Totemic Druid
Height: 5'8
Age: 127
Place of Residence: none
Family: father? mother (dead)
Weapons: twin rapiers, shortbow, various knives
Alignment: NG
Deity: none
Appearance: Lithe frame. And angular face with traditional elvish ageless beauty. He has blood red hair with assorted bones from different woodland animals woven in, ebony skin, and eyes the color of summer leaves. Wears woodsmen clothes, a brown and green cloak (intricately weaved to blend in), a green tunic over ringmail, and leather breeches and boots.
Personality: To most he may appear rude and distant, but is actually quite kind and caring. He appears this way because every time he makes friends he always seems to loose them. His main concern as a druid is the balance of nature and will act violently to any fool who is cruel to animals, especially wolves as he feels a particularly strong bond towards them. He loves all things of nature and spends most of his time in the forests of the world using his powers to nurture injured animals or even some people back to health.
History: Blood Lark’s mother was raped during a drow raiding party. His mother raised him to be kind and loving. He was always looked down on for his ebony skin. A demon and his host attacked the small village where he lived and killed many people including his mother. Aldreyon (his real name) and a party of young warriors eager for vengeance tracked the demon. It was Aldreyon who slew him and the monster’s blood bathed him dyeing his hair its blood red. After the battle he went back to his mother’s grave and saw a lark red from its own blood and he nursed it back to health. After that he gave himself a new name and set off into the world washing himself of his past life and devoting his life to nature.
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Post by Kait on Jun 23, 2004 20:53:16 GMT -5
Zahrah yr Sabira el Bakran (or just Zahrah ) Gender: Female Race: Human Class: Rogue (Thief) Height: 5'7" Age: 24 Family: Khalid and Sabira of the Bakran family Weapons: She only carries a few daggers with her or occaisionally another blade in between stealing it and selling it. Alignment: N Appearance: Zahrah is an extremely attractive woman who has light brown skin and a curvy yet light build. She's extremely flexible, acrobatic, and has a great sense of balance. Her black hair is long and slightly wavy. She usually wears light fabrics in shades of purple, blue, and occasionally red. Personality: Zahrah is fairly outgoing and usually flirtatious. She's often playful yet sarcastic. She has a rather bitter outlook on life and, because of that, she tries to act tough so that she can handle what life throws her way. It's hard for her to admit when she's wrong or in trouble, and it's especially hard for her to admit when she cares about someone. Money is extremely important to her, not because she wants the money itself, but more because she wants the luxuries that come with it. Hedonism plays an important role in her life, mostly because of Calimshan's culture. Despite the fact that she lies and steals, Zahrah has a good heart. She may not help out a stranger with anything dangerous but she also tries to avoid hurting others as much as possible, as long as it doesn't cost her anything. She chooses her battles well and avoids any battle that she thinks she can't win. This causes her to sometimes flee when her friends want to stay and fight but if anyone she cares for is in serious trouble, she'll be there to help them out. Zahrah mostly just likes to have a good time drinking or dancing or just chatting up a few interesting men. History: Zahrah was born and raised in Calimport. At a young age, her parents were murdered. They had many debts to pay off at the time so everything was taken and Zahrah was left with nothing. She was soon sold on the slave market and lived with her master for quite sometime as a house slave. While she was well dressed and fed, she was still treated as nothing more than a possession... A possession that could be beaten or used whenever her master pleased. One night she managed to slip a knife from the kitchen and, when her master sent for her and they were alone, she murdered him. Seeing and feeling murder firsthand made her never want to kill a man again unless she had to. She managed to slip out of the house while everyone was asleep and bargained for transportation with traders heading for Cormyr. She eventually reached Arabel where they left her and she learned the ways of a thief, stealing all that she could. However, because of her unique appearance, she was eventually seen and hunted by authorities. She managed to slip out of the city and made her way to Immersea, where she currently resides and continues to make a living stealing from others.
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Post by SWAT on Jun 25, 2004 22:42:29 GMT -5
Name: Ryu Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Ninja Height: 5'10" Age: 24 Place of Residence: None FamilyClan: dead/StarShadow Weapons: +1/+1 kusari-gama of venom Alignment:LN Apperance: Always in black ninja garb with an aqua colored star on it, dark face mask only showing his eyes. A scar on his left cheek Personality: Tends to only talk to clan members and people he has helped. Doesn't like to be in public and if is stays to the darkest place he can find. History: His family was killed when he was young he doesn't know who did it. When he can completed his training he set off on his own looking for clues as to what happend.
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Post by SWAT on Jul 30, 2004 23:45:33 GMT -5
Name: Cecil
Gender:Male Race: Human Class:Cleric Age:24 Height: 5"10" Place of Residence: Family: Missing Weapons: Mace, dagger Deity:Lathander Alignment:NG
Apperance: Wears a black and red cloak, green shirt and tan pants.
Personality: Careing, helps others always before doing anything for himself
History:
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LordDesythe
Knight
Outside the world of Serenity, lies the world of Diablerie.
Posts: 120
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Post by LordDesythe on Jan 14, 2005 23:16:03 GMT -5
Name:Tadoki Gorwin
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer sub(Necro Leige)
Height: 5'8
Age: 29
Place of residence:home to any graveyards, lest they be protected
Family: someone's pet zombies
Weapons: Sword, Enchanted skull
alignment: chaotic neutral
Deity: all necro type gods are too evil for him
Apperance: Not pale like most necromancers, he spends most of his time traveling looking for a place to work on his skills, so hes got quite a tan. He basicly your not so bad looking human. Just not very muscular and wears black clothing. No necromancer can risist the black death look.
Personality: Hes actually very kind, defends the weaker, and is sometimes accused of being a womanizer, but its usaully because he favorite kind of people are the females, especially the attractive type.
History:Tadoki is not your run of the mill necromancer. He didnt spend half his life in a swamp babbling in the necro arts. He found he had them naturally, but no idea how to use them.
Hit village was attacked by a mass of undead controled by a necomancer. They killed the town and then Tadokis friends and family were resurected to join the ranks of the same army that killed them. Whe the undead tried to go after Tadoki, he un-intentionally halted them, and they almost had the notion to turn agaisnt their master. Seeing this the necromancer spared Tadoki, and even offered to train him. Tadoki just saw his family die by the hands of this guy, no way was he going to join him.
He did the only thing he could do. he ran. Years later he finaly fine tuned his abilities, but not as most nercomancers use them. He excelled in the controling and resurecting of the undead. He had no other powers. Thus he became a Necro Leige, he was going to raise and lead an army of the undead to fight and causes he saw fit. Because of his past, he was leaning more to the good side.
But being a necromancer, he was looked down upon or feared. Chased out of towns and narrowly escaping a hanging. He became chaotic due to the fact that no group would accept him. He remains neutral, willing to serve whom ever he thinks is in need of his help.
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LordDesythe
Knight
Outside the world of Serenity, lies the world of Diablerie.
Posts: 120
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Post by LordDesythe on Jan 15, 2005 23:34:14 GMT -5
Jarek
Gender:Male Race: Undead Elf Class:Crypt Chanter Height:5'7'' Age: unknown, Was 356 before he was killed Place of residence: none Family: none Weapon: spectral flute Alignment: Chaotic neutral Deity: none
Appearence: Jarek wears a brown cape and hood, and brown shorts. His skin is dark, but hes incorporeal.
Personality: His only audience are those whom take residence in graveyards. He tried to avoid any living as much as possible. Hes managed so far to not kill any. His voice is the perfect horror, at once compelling and dreadful, though he could make beautiful music, the dead favor the more darker kind. He never speaks, but in his songs, when he sings.
History: All he knows is that he was an elven bardist. He was then killed and resurected by a necromancer.
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Post by darkhelmet on Feb 19, 2005 20:30:14 GMT -5
Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Cleric of Helm Height: 5'7" Age: 26 Place of Residence: Temple of Helm in Amn Family: Dead Weapons: Longsword of Bravery(Wielder Immune to fear), full plate mail, helmet, and shield. Alignment: CN Appearance: Faelar has a sword, shield, armor, and helmet. Underneath that he has just simple commoner clothes. On his shield, there is a holy symbol of Helm which cover up the entire front of it. He also has just a plain simple holy symbol of help which he lets dangle from his belt. His hair is black and eyes are brown. History:
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fork
Novice
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Post by fork on Mar 7, 2005 5:13:21 GMT -5
Brlapin Gender: male race: goblin class: rogue age:30 place of residence: a swamp hole in a nearby marsh family: father named Klock Worg Rider famed for leading raids on villages weapon: none Alignment: NE Deity: Wakalan god of the pit Appearance: This wiry little goblin wears a long cape that tethers behind him as he hobbles about on a stubbly wooden cane. He has a flat head with two tiny horns and high pointing ears chewed up a bit around the edges. Brlapin has maniacal yellow eyes and a small impish nose. His mouth, the most prominent facial organ, spans his entire head with broad slimy lips and pointed teeth. He has tiny three clawed hands and huge feet that are covered in tattered rags tied with rope to make a kind of "shoe" He wears a vest and loincloth of poorly cured furs stitched together, one of them is most assuredly a house cat. Personality: Brlapin is a cowardly sniveling pathetic sort who would do or say anything to save his miserable life. He hates elves above all other demihuman creatures because of the time that one of them kicked him in the butt for urinating in a sacred grove. He finds it hysterically funny when someone is hurt but would never directly harm another being for fear that they might strike back. The strongest driving force in his life is the acquisition of shiny things and treasures that he hordes in side of hidden pockets within his great cape. He also enjoys torturing small woodland animals and pulling the legs and wings off of insects. Although he is a goblin he has a strange cross species lust for human women whom he catcalls and jeers. He is a skilled pick pocket and steals anything that he can. His other talents are escaping danger and hiding. Although he has a limp he is still remarkably fast and slippery, if he is cornered he has been known to bite but only in desperate situations. Brlapin's greatest fear is magic, he fears it so much that he shuns and cowers from even the most mundane spells and regards the casters as godlike in power. History: When he was but a youngling his father rejected Brlapin for his cowardice. His tribal shaman advised him to embark on a vision quest and seek answers elsewhere. Brlapin found his own home in a swamp near a human settlement and in between torturing bats and other rodents he decided to enter the place and found himself and his manners completely rejected. Frustrated, he began taking things, first simple things and as he got better he began stealing things that were more protected. Brlapin found his diminutive size and build made him quicker then most humans and he could escape them with ease. As he stayed near the settlements and watched people from the sewers, he became slightly more acquainted with the common tongue and though he still stumbles a little, he eventually gained the ability to communicate with humans and their kin, however crudely. He was able to use this new discovery to lie and trick humans. His exploits however, did not go unnoticed and soon he was a wanted goblin. A trap was set for him by a tinkering house wife who placed a pile of gold with a deer trap hidden within it. When Brlapin came to take the shiny money *snap* his foot was crippled. He was able to limp away but now he walks with a cane. This experience left him with a new challenge and he was eventually able to get around the traps and triggers that were set for him but he knew this was all temporary. Brlapin knew the human village had gotten too wise to his thievery and so he embarked on a quest to find more ignorant people to pilfer and perhaps get a sign from his god as to where he belongs. I did this drawing myself. colored in photoshop.
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Post by Kait on Mar 15, 2005 21:42:32 GMT -5
Tehya (Tay-yuh) Gender: Female Race: Human Class: Barbarian Height: 5'7" Age: 22 Place of Residence: Narfell Family: Her parents are deceased, only her older brother Hakan Weapons: A spear and hunting knives Alignment: LG Deity: Lathander
Appearence: Tehya has long black hair that she keeps bound in one braid, as is common among her people. She has a slender but athletic build, and her skin is tanned from traveling constantly in the sun. With dark eyes and fair features, she's one of the most attractive young women in her tribe.
Personality: Coming soon...
History: Coming soon...
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Post by Jess on Jun 25, 2005 21:34:07 GMT -5
Rykuo(Ree-Kew-Oh) Gender:Female Race: Human Class: Samurai(Ronin) Height: 5' 2" Age: 19 Place of Residence: Unkown, Wanderer. Family: Father, Mother, two sisters, a brother all still alive. Weapons: A katana, a wakizashi. Alignment: CN(Chaotic Neutral) Diety: Godless
Appearance: Rykuo is short, standing at about 5' nothing, with a very slender yet flexible build about her. She has natural beauty, her face marred with a large X shaped scar on her right cheek. Her eye's were a bold silver color, often changing to appear blue or green, both extremely vivid. Her voice is soft and quiet, when she wants to appear innocent, however its normall loud and commanding.
Persona: Rykuo is a hardened killer, a theif, and a godless ronin. She has a hard time learning to trust anyone at all, sometime's she just can't trust someone and alway's ahs her hands on her weapon's, and sometimes she warm's up quickly. That latter is very rare.
History: Rykuo was exiled from her homeland, by her father the emporer. She revealed to him a plot by her mother to take over the land, but instead of heeding her warning he threw the poor ronin into exile, never to return. Her two sisters and brother were sent out after her, but she continued on. After a while, after finnaly setting her siblings away, she choose the path of theivery and wandering. Eventually settling down and working with the theive's guild. She still wanders from time to time, her path alway's a dark and bloody one.
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Post by MalGanis on Jun 27, 2005 11:48:32 GMT -5
Name: Kaz Race: Human Class: Fighter (bodyguard) Height: 6'3" Age: 27 Place of Residence: Unknown Family: presumed dead Weapons: Broad sword and knife Alignment: CN Deity:
Apperance: Long slash shaped scar over left eye. Orange shirt and yellow pants.
Personallity: Loyal to whoever he is protecting and will do anything to protect them. He likes to joke around and have a good time too.
History: Unknow
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Post by Jess on Jun 27, 2005 12:36:37 GMT -5
Name: Genevieve Age: 212 Race: Elf Gender: Female Height: 4' 6" Weight: Slender Class: Wizard, Scholar Alignment: True Neutral Diety: Possesions: Horadric Staff, Spellbook, Griffon w/Saddlebags, Everburning Enchanted Hood Lantern, Scribing tools. Family: Father, Mother, siblings that died.
Appearance: Geneveive is very short, well for an elf. She has fair, pale skin, and large pointy ear's. (Think anime-elves) Her face is quite beautiful, some rune's dotting her cheek's and certain other special spots on her face. Remaining symetrical of course, so the same symbol is on both cheek's ect. Her eye's are silver to match her long elegant white hair that drapes down over her shoulders and back. The rest of her body is enveloped in long black and red robes, with golden trim along the hem's of the bottom and her sleeves and neck. Normally she wears her travelling cloak over this.
Her griffon is the size of an average griffon, with dark grey feathers and beady black eye's. It has a large saddle and saddlebags mounted between it's wing's.
Personality: Geneveive is the submissive quiet type, although in that little book she carries she weilds great power she is reluctant to use it, unless its completely nescesary.
History:Gen was born to a royal father, who happened to be the leader of the council of elder mages. Of course, this would mean great things for her. Wrong, it meant she would have to be followed constantly by bodyguards, ever on the alert for assassination's and other attempts on her life. Of course, she found a way to travel nearly alone. She entered her Journeyman stage in the Mage's Council, and was to travel the world gaining power. Of course, her father wanted her in a carriage surounded by knights and other assortments of bodyguards, but her mother said no, and she had to live her life. So her father hired a single gaurd to follow her around.
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