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Post by Arashiko2099 on Apr 26, 2005 9:26:55 GMT -5
Rebel of Magic
Name: Sir Robert Peel age: 25 Sex: Male Race: Human
Appearance: Tall broad gentleman. His body is well toned and he is very strong. He has short black hair. Over his right eye is a large recent scar. He wears armor of the Mages.
Abilities: Good at hand to hand combat and master of the twin sword.
Personality: Strong willed and loyal to the cause of the people. Has a tendency of disobeying orders to do the right thing. Will not kill or harm the innocent unless they give him a reason.
Hystory: From the age of 6 he was trained in the courts of the Mages. Trained to defend and follow the Sorccerer or sorcceres. He has helped develope many modern asspects on keeping the peace in the kingdom. But one day he saw the Sorcceres kill a young slave girl for pouring her tea the wrong way. Speaking up on the slaves behaf the sorcceres ordered him to be killed. Having traind the men assigned to kill him Peel was able to save himself, but gaining the scar over his eye. Seeing back to what he has done for his loyalty he wants to right his wrongs and free the slaves from their masters.
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Post by Crowley on Apr 30, 2005 0:46:31 GMT -5
For wherever I think I can get away using him xD
Name: Vatic Age: Seventeen Race: Primusian Class: Lazarus
Description: Vatic stands at 5’8, weighs around sixty kilograms and looks like a monk. His dark brown hair is shaved so the average length is no greater than two centimetres, and a goatee hardly any longer than a set of stubbles wears itself on his face. Vatic’s eyeballs lack pupils and are coloured china white, much like his teeth. A few small cuts decorate his face, giving it what women call “characterâ€. He isn’t particularly handsome but he isn’t ugly either, just average.
For clothes, Vatic wears a loose friar’s robe. There is a hood that hangs from the neck of the robe, should Vatic ever need it for disguise, and there are a few pockets on the insides of it should he ever need to carry money around. It is tied to the waist with a belt and is garnished with nothing else for accessories. The footwear is much the same, and consists of a pair of leather sandals, nothing lavish.
He carries two weapons, both of which are holstered on his belt. One is a small knife, which serves its purpose of gutting the animals that Vatic hunts (if you could call it that). The blade is serrated and its handle is dark and wooden. It is not meant for killing, but if circumstances allowed a direct shot between the rib cage and into the heart, it would work well enough. The other weapon is Bane.
Vatic sees himself as an anti-hero. He chases after criminals using whatever means available to him to capture or, more regularly, kill them. Who gets hurt in his path to justice is not his concern; he sees that as being their fault. Of course, his antics are not widely appreciated by most local law enforcements and he himself is often being chased after as a criminal. It is lucky then that he has the physique of an athlete and supernatural powers, and this allows for little trouble when bounding over rooftops and climbing up walls.
Of course, with this position in society, Vatic’s ego is pompously large and his telepathic mouth is twice as much. Only when he is enraged does he keep his mind shut and it is during these periods when most try to stay out of his way because his eyes, though purely white, seem to start taking on a bloodied aspect.
Bane: Its name is Bane and it claims itself to be one of the last Great Swords forged by the Primusian people before their downfall. The general design of the sword is like that of a Gothic Bastard Sword, thirty-six inches of crimson red metal engraved with numerous runes of a hallowed nature and a hilt of eight inches, weighing in at 2lbs, 10oz. total. Constructed of sandalwood, the scabbard has a silver finish, and a ridge that runs down its centre front.
This, however, is only the foundation of the sword, for in actuality it is much more. The pommel (The very bottom of the hilt) of the sword is a skeletal hand gripping a blood-red ruby. The grip’s top section is wire-wrapped, and its bottom enclosed in leather. The quillions (Referred to as guards depending on the sword) expand outwards, end as miniature dragon wings, and are engraved with skull motifs. The quillion block (The small metal block between the hilt and the blade itself) has encrusted within it an octagon-shaped diamond, which is slightly azure in shade.
Bane was originally found by Vatic in the ruins of a Primusian temple. Despite his ethereal sense of vision, Vatic would never have found Bane if the sword hadn’t been echoing its telepathic cry for bloodshed. The two soon found they had a lot in common and formed a symbiotic relationship. In return for increased power, Vatic would wield Bane and feed the vampire blade as it so wanted. It has been speculated by the gods that if Vatic had declined Bane’s offer, he would have been slew on the spot by the sword and thus prevent hundreds of sacrifices that Vatic went on to make.
The Primusian: The Primusians believe themselves to be the first race to have ever existed on Tertia. Of course this means nothing to most Tertians because the Primusians possess no homeland to call their own. They exist as a nomadic society which passes from place to place in packs of ten, generally a family unit. They are not beneath common labour and this is in fact their most common source of income.
The Lazarus: A Primusian who has forgone his eyes, his ears, and his mouth in search of a greater power. In essence, they are a Primusian born again. This is not to say he has forgone his vision, for there is more than one type of sight. This is not to say he has forgone sound, for there is more than one form of listening. This is not to say he has forgone speech, for there are other methods of communication. In place of all this is the amplified connection with magick. With this, a man can see things he could only dream of, hear things he could never have formerly understood, speak in a tongue liberated by the boundaries of language and have access to powers yearned for by other magicians. He can, in essence, befriend the gods, the demons and the elements.
Of course, becoming a Lazarus generally takes a lot of belief in both one’s self and higher greatness. There have been few who dare experience the trials that are involved in becoming such a man and therefore those that have are regarded as being a sort of freak. The knowledge in becoming one comes naturally to a man when he hits puberty, as if ingrained into his brain, and it is at this time that a Primusian must decide what path he will take. Should he forsake the path of the Lazarus, he will never be able to become one again, and should he take it he will never be the same again.
History: Vatic was born in the year of the crow, 1667, in Taliva, Abstania (The Night Kingdom). To write much about his early life would be to detail a number of boring chores that are part of any Primusian youth’s life, tasks like fetching water and learning to read and write. There is no point in glorifying it because Vatic was as ordinary as a closed book in the sense that he was a tale yet to unfold.
It was exactly midnight after his twelfth birthday and Vatic had been sleeping as dead as his ancestors when suddenly he woke, drenched in sweat. He was swallowed in darkness, unable to see anything but two doors. There were no signs to tell which door led to which path, it was something a Primusian just knew and could not describe in words as to why. Knowing this moment would come eventually, he had prepared himself to exit the door to normality but something, what exactly he knew not, seemed to draw him towards the other. As if possessed Vatic made his way towards it, turned the knob, and became a Lazarus.
That next morning when his family awoke him with violent shakes, they found his eyes to be orbs of pure white and almost entirely unreceptive to their words for it seemed he would not listen or reply. At first thinking him dead, they later guessed correctly that he had taken the other path. Blind, deaf and mute, Vatic never knew they left him.
Imagine waking up to silent darkness, unable to scream out for help no matter how scared you are. This is how Vatic felt for the first twelve hours of his new life. But slowly, as time passed by, he began to feel things anew inside his head. Though the colours were crisper and more detailed than he had seen before, he could make out the dead campfire he had slept by and the firewood he had cut. Slowly, but surely, voices began to fill his head. Vatic, mistaking them for human, called out helplessly within his head for help.
For what seemed to be hours he waited, using his new sense of sight to detect the passage of those whose voices he had heard. Vatic was more afraid than happy when help did arrive. It was, more or less, a wolf. The fact it didn’t attack but seemed to talk to Vatic scared him even more. Of course, with little choice else, Vatic accepted the creature’s help and soon he was atop it and riding at a speedy pace.
After being deposited outside a city by the wolf, Vatic spent the next years of his life soul-searching. Looking for clues to his power, he swept through numerous ruins of the Primusian people, gathering relics and deciphering them. It was on one such trip that he acquired Bane, who has served this purpose to a great deal and even bolstered Vatic’s power to a level previously unattainable.
Now, Vatic travels between cities, making a living tracking down criminals and bringing them to a swift death. Whether this is out of personal enjoyment or Bane’s bloodlust, nobody knows, even Vatic.
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Post by Rayne_de_Malko on May 1, 2005 0:25:28 GMT -5
Im hoping to get a picture up soon of Rayne in only in dreams. I think she looks good. lolMaybe it will help to better understand who she is
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Post by Crowley on May 2, 2005 6:32:43 GMT -5
For use wherever I can apply him
Name: Sir Adrian Decanus Tafford Age (Still): Twenty-Seven Gender: Male Race: Demi-Human Class: Guardian Knight
Facial Description: Time has been kind with Adrian Tafford, not aging his looks a day from the day he was made eternal by Him. His hair remains cinnamon brown and is cropped short, with the odd strand of black here and there. His eyes appear coloured light-silver, an aspect only taken on after being made, what some would call, an angel. His head is not unblemished however, for it bears two wounds of a battle long past. One comes from a fight in the pub, and this is but a small scar on his forehead, while the other came about during the Crusades and this scar runs all the away across his right cheek, starting from the right side of his jaw and ending below his eye.
Body Armour Description: Sir Decanus was made perpetual in his suit of armour and therefore that too was made to be everlasting. First of all, like all knights, Adrian wears an aketon, a quilted arming coat sewn and stuffed with linen. As 15th century aketons were, the sleeves get wider the further away from the armpit they get, and are possessive of large arm-holes, to provide mobility of the arm. The arming coat is bleached, and together with the suit of armour, it is patriotic homage to Mother England.
A. Tafford is not, however, the knight in shining armour, but became known as the Cobalt Knight for his lustreless dark-blue body armour. The full plate armour suit never did appeal to him for though they gave you extra protection against swords, they did not shield well enough to prevent the bullet of a gun, a weapon becoming more and more liked by the general public. This meant that if you wore plate armour, you were a perfect target for any gunner.
So, Sir Adrian preferred the donning of chainmail armour (only around the main body), along with a breastplate, and backplate, creating a very articulate armour set. The breastplate and backplate, which were commonly attached to each other and rarely found without the other, were the main body of the cuirass, though faulds helped protect the hip, abdomen and lower back while tassets defended the hips alone. Faulds were hoops made of iron sometimes covered in cloth but in Adrian’s case, leather. Tassets were plates of steel that were attached to the faulds of the hips, and which were comprised of more than one fluted rib and a bulky rolled edge for strength. Unlike his brothers in knighthood, Sir Decanus refused to use armour across his arms or hands, deeming it excruciatingly idiotic to have weights attached to the very arms.
Sir Adrian Decanus Tafford’s leg harness was standard and featured beneath it a form of what would later be known as denim, and included the cuisse, poleyns, greaves, and the sabatons (also known as sollerets). The cuisse protected the thighs, the poleyn protected the knees, the greaves the lower legs, and the sabatons the feet. Tafford’s cuisse is made of splinted leather, and is made of one broad piece rather than individual pieces. Arming points lined at the top of the cuisse allow it to be attached to the aketon, and what is known as a wrap plate helps defend the back of the thigh. The poleyns, known as knee cops, were made of mail, and were possessive of heart-shaped wings which extended from the poleyn to protect the back of the knee. The greaves are a form of plate armour, and therefore are made of iron. The sabatons are like to the greaves in this fashion, but feature articulated plates which end in a toecap. The cuisse, poleyns, and greaves were all put together via usage of lames, small and thin iron plates that helped leg articulation due to their slightly dished shape. Between each piece of leg armour there are three lames.
Rather than carry a shield to denote who Adrian was, his herald is emblazoned upon his breastplate. The symbol is a clenched fist, coloured gold, above a bishop’s mitre. This caused much commotion, for the fist symbolised Sir Decanus’s leadership qualities and elevation of mind, while the mitre symbolised authority, thus inciting the suggestion that Tafford was above authority. It was shortly after the adaptation of this as his herald that he was solidified as more than human, but if he hadn’t, he would have likely been excommunicated despite his status.
Weapons: Sir Decanus was renowned for his skill in battle during the last crusade due to the fact that during his nine years of fighting there he had mastered over five different types of weapons and dabbled with many more. These weapons he professed in were the gudendag (a Flemish war hammer that often had spikes on it), the longbow (a weapon the English were famous for using and capable of propelling arrows three hundred yards away), the halberd (coming from a Dutch word meaning hell beard and was the primary weapon of Swiss armies in the fourteenth century), the quarterstaff (a long shaft made of any hardwood and which was a very effective club), and finally the claymore (a Scottish sword also known as the greatsword and was a fearsome two-handed weapon which could be as long as seventy-two inches).
Upon his return to Mother England, Sir Adrian decided to train himself with the broadsword, a weapon alike to the claymore yet smaller and lighter. This weapon was designed to be carried around with ease, for it weighed only around four pounds. The length of the broadsword Adrian carries was forty-two inches long, its hilt accounting for seven inches, thus leaving the remaining thirty-five for the cold iron blade. The sword’s name, Leviathan, is significant for the pommel is the head of a dragon. The pommel not only serves an ornamental value, but fulfils its duty as a counterweight to the blade and thus allows for the blade to move at greater speeds with less energy. The grip is made of leather, and glued on by means of melted pig fat. The scabbard for this potent weapon is attached to a shoulder strap which causes the weapon to lie diagonally across Tafford’s back.
Despite its usefulness, Leviathan is not a one man show. Sir Decanus uses with it a gladius, a weapon made famous by the Roman legionaries of old. A gladius is a short sword, often twenty-three inches in length, is possessive of a V-shaped tip, and has a rhomboid for a cross-section. Unlike the broadsword, which’s edge is usually dulled, a gladius’ main reason for existence is to stab and puncture, and therefore these two weapons complement each other. Because of its origins, Tafford pays reverence to Caesar by naming the blade after him. Caesar makes residence in a sheath attached to a belt around Adrian’s waist.
Magical Aptitude: Sir Adrian Tafford was, as a human, devoid of magic. This is not because magic does not work on Earth but because such energy cannot possibly reside in any human, no matter how stalwart, without shortly destroying their souls and causing them to die. When made timeless, Decanus was quick to notice new powers festering within his body. He was told by the angel Michael that he was now immortal by magic but still able to die by anything other than time and sickness. Michael reassured him, however, that if Adrian was to die, he would be brought to life in the Heavens once more. Michael explained that he was given the ability to utilise ‘time and space’ rifts mortals could not see, and though he himself could not create them, it was enough to be able to pass through them. He discovered soon that he could implement force onto objects he did not touch, meaning he could carry them, drop them, or break them without physical contact. And though it took a century, Adrian found he could, if he exerted enough concentration, control an animal without bringing it to death by fright as he had some times before. Though some of the other men who had been made like the angels by Him could actually bring into existence elements of nature, Tafford found he could not. These are the limits of his powers, but these serve enough to enforce God’s will.
Personality: Adrian Decanus Tafford is by no means religious for he is no less apt to kill you than spare you. His service to God is to make sure good prevails over evil, and he has many time killed a priest to ensure this. The definition of good comes more from the belief in God rather than the belief in religion, and this is why Decanus may swear, curse, and even kill and not fall to sin. As a human, he put his faith in God, and this was why he was turned. But apart from this excessive faith, Tafford is your average person, a lover of alcohol and a dark humoured individual.
History: (A Work Forever In Progress xD)
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Post by dragonmoon on May 5, 2005 5:01:00 GMT -5
For Crystal Chronicle
Name: Laluli Jemain Age: 18 Sex: Female
Appearance: Usual: Blonde hair that doesn't quite reach her shoulders, bright blue eyes, thin body, childish face. All her clothes are made for travel. She keeps with her a shoulder sack. Her weapons include a short bow with arrows and two fan-shaped blades. Armour: Includes a single sheet of metal that covers her torso with six rectangular plates hanging from it to help cover her midsection without limiting movement too much; a skirt-like piece made of six long rounded plates, the end of which reaches a few inches above her knees, with a fine chain skirt half the length underneath; boots that circle up from below the knee in the back to above the knew in front; full guards on her lower arms similar in design to the boots; and a wide band on her head that spikes up and down at the forehead and widens in the back that bears in the front two swirled lines that resemble antena. All these pieces are made of a strange metal both extremely strong and oddly lightweight, and are a metallic lime green. There are also great butterfly-like wings coming from the back, made of the same metal, but with different coloring: the bottom two are golden colored while the top two range from bright green up to midnight blue – all four have an inch wide silvery edge. Set in the chest is the crystal hiddenite. Personality: Traveller though she is, Laluli is a kind and loving girl, but just as curious. She left home early to see all she could. Those she met in her few years of wandering thought her odd, largely because of how open and innocent she seems. She is a lover of music and dance.
Crystal: Hiddenite Animal: Butterfly Element: Wind
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Post by Kait on May 6, 2005 22:48:39 GMT -5
For Crystal Chronicle
Ciara Rajani Age: 19 Sex: Female Crystal: Obsidian Element: Darkness Animal: Raven
Appearance: Ciara has long black hair that often has a few strands falling in front of her smokey gray eyes. Her build is slim and fairly tall for her age. Her skin is pale and usually covered by clothing of dark colors. She is nearly always seen wearing a long black cloak, often with the hood pulled up over her head to shadow her face. She has few belongings so she carries only a small bag, as well as her longsword at her side and two knives in her black boots.
Personality: Ciara has been a loner nearly all of her life. Highly annoyed by the arrogance, ignorance, and rudeness of the majority of the population, Ciara rarely socializes with anyone. With her family dead and most people hesitant to make friends with such a dark looking girl, Ciara doesn't know much about companionship. Despite her jaded outlook on life, she does have a good heart and, while she may seem cold and uncaring, she does do subtle things here and there to improve people's lives when she can. However, she does what is necessary for her to survive, which has included stealing now and then, although only from people who seemed to have more than enough to share. Ciara only has three real joys in life: swordplay, playing the small flute she carries with her, and staring at the vast night sky.
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Post by Rayne_de_Malko on May 7, 2005 22:07:48 GMT -5
For Crystal Chronicle
name: Jade summers Age: 18 Sex: female Element: Earth Animal: Wolf crystal: Emrald
Apperance: A small gothic girl. Wears a black mini skirt made out of leather and a black and light pink sleaveless tank top which she made out of old choth. her cothes are tight enough to show off her figure. . She is slim weighing only 124 and height is 5'4. She has the face of a child and looks innocent. On her skirt she has chains and straps that are used as weapons when needed. She has a spiked coller she made herself.and metal braclets. She has spike earrings she made herself and a small tattoo on the back of the right shoulder. of a wolfs face.her brother made the tattoo before he was murdered. She has hazel eyes. She has hair that goes to the bottom of her back that she wears in pig tails.. She has a strap things that go all the way up to her hip still showing her legs off they are on both her legs and they hold her weapons.
Personallity: She is a sweet girl. She dont talk alot to people but when she does she trys not to talk to much. She can get carryed away sometimes. She Is caring to those who are caring to her. She does have her bad days but if you give her her space she's fine. She has a good sence of adventure. She may seem shy but she is always up for a good time. she loves nature and hates to see it treated badly. She is a smart young girl. she is in love with music, dancing, singing and anything that sounds fun. She is very creative and can work with almost anything and make it almost new or handy. She flirts a but but not to much in fear that no one will like her. she wants to be a friend to others in hopes of finding a true friend. She will never get to close unless she completly trusts you.
History: As a child she had a happy home. One day when she was 7 people broke into her home while her and her 18 year old brother were gone and stole everything and murdered her mother, father and baby sister of age 3.Her brother and her got back to the home and saw blood everywhere. They feared the people would come back so they grabbed what they could find left behind and fled. Ever since then her brother took care of her. at 16 her gave her a tattoo of a wolf so that no matter what happened to him the wolf would be there to protect her for him. with it he would alway be near her. months after that pasted he was murdered. she never knew why but it haunts her till this day. She found his body and weap over it for hours. She then got up took his knife and ran. Ever since she has been on her own. She has been looking for a place to call home and someone to be with her not particully a man but a friend. She has never found a place still that she feels right at home with or a person that she feels that comfortable with.
weapons include: ninja stars, a small knife that was once her brothers and poison darts Plus her chains and her leather straps.
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Post by The Sad Man on May 8, 2005 3:10:24 GMT -5
For Crystal Chronicle
Name: Uri (Means Light) Age: 21 Sex: Male Crystal: Diamond Element: Light Animal: White Tiger
Appearance: Uri a has long dirty blonde hair that is shoulder length. He often wears his hair back in a pony tail. He has a stong Musculear build that sadly intemidates some people. His eyes are a light green color that clashes with his hair just enough to bring them out all the more. Uri often wears white robes that look kinda like an old sameria's robes. He also has large an X shaped scare on his cheat.
Belongings: 1x Back pack that he carries his supplys and food in. 2x Katanas that he keeps hiden under his long robes. 1x Walking Staff made of Wood.
Personality: URI usally doesn't keep to his self among a croud. He perfers to talk and let it be know what he wants to happen and what he thinks of things. He is by no means shy. He perfers to keep a good out look on things, always seeing the glass half full instead of half empty.
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Post by Jess on May 8, 2005 21:35:42 GMT -5
For: Crystal Chronicles
Name: Allana Mistflower Age: 27 Sex: Female Crystal/Element: Jet/Mind Animal: Praying Mantis
Appearance: Allana has a sort of...regal...appearance to her. Although she's so far from royalty, one could easily mistake her for a member of the nobility. She wears long tattered travelling cloaks. Her hair is very long and a mix of white and jet black. It cascades down her shoulders, almost to her but. Her eye's peer out from this mask of hair, outlined in black, they are a deep grey. Her fingers have callouses on them from playing some sort of stringed instrument, perhaps the harp. And this harp idea is strengthened by the fact that she has a nice ornate golden harp strung on her back.
Persona: Quiet, and mysterious often cryptic at times.
History: Coming soon of course.
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Post by Jess on May 12, 2005 14:50:04 GMT -5
For: The Desert Rose
Name: Rayne Alias: The Desert Rose Age: 26 Bounty: $$50,000,000 BloodType: Unknown Saying: "I never wanted to kill...never...but now i look at my hands...and..." Reputation: Ruthless Killer Inner Self: Innocenct Bystander
Appearance: The woman before you stands at around 5' 11', and has a flexible, slender build. Her hair hands down to her shoulders, a deep cherry-red. Its head tame and shadowed by a large wide-brim cowboy hat, which is a deep tanish red color. Her face is extremely beutiful, but she wears almost no makeup, except some red lipstick. Her face is characterized by a small white scar that travel's down her right cheek, riding along her chin-line. She rest of her body is covered by a long Khaki overcoat. The thick armored material of her jacket is stained by time, covered with stains of old blood from her wounds, and blown-in dirt. Her hands are covered by the same armored gloves. Her feet are cradled in boots. A pistol holster is located on her right shoulder, heavily oiled and shiny. The grip of a N-X2 Vigilante .357 Revolver sticks out a bit, held in but a thick leather strap. Its the only pistol of its kind ever designed, created for maximum lethality and accuracy. Its dubbed the 'Desperado' by anyone daring enough to see it, and live to tell the tale.
Personality: Rayne is quiet and confused, easily made angry by threats and idots. To this day she doesn't know why people are after her...the only thing she know's is that she's the woman wit hthe 50 million double-dollar reward on her head.
History: Rayne know's nothing about her past, the only thing she know's is that she woke up from a dream one day with a mans bloody head in her lap, and a pistol in her hand. From then on she's been on the run, killing anyone who attacked her first, the only problem is: Those people never got caught for the initial provokation. Now shes a wanted outlaw...searching for a way to the Oracle. Some artifact she heard a woman talk about one night at a bar.
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Post by Soulcatcher on May 12, 2005 16:05:52 GMT -5
Name: Jet Enduro Hometown: Unknown Age: unknown Height: 5'4" Weight: 126 pounds Arm: Airget-lamh B/V2 (One-handed machine gun) Appearance: Give the pic a minute to load. If it doesn't work i'll rehost it (((I'll finish later))))
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Post by Kait on May 13, 2005 20:07:24 GMT -5
Name: Merle Alias: Birdseye Age: 26 Occupation: Bounty hunter
Appearance: Merle is an attractive but stern woman who is hardly ever seen smiling. She has a somewhat intimidating appearance, mostly because of the band of cloth that covers her left eye. Her eyes are a cold blue-gray in color, but while her left eye has normal vision, her right eye can see far above average, as well as humanly possible. In order to keep her right eye unhindered by the movements of her left while she's out hunting, she covers her left eye. Her hair is dark brown and chin-length, curling slightly toward her face at the ends. She keeps it parted to her left so that it doesn't fall into her right eye, instead falling over the cloth that hides her left eye. Every now and then, you can catch her without the cloth on, making her look much more normal and far less dangerous. Merle has a slender but athletic build and stands at 5'11".
Personality: Merle takes her job very seriously, and since her job is her life, she takes life very seriously. She doesn't really know how to have fun and thinks that most people waste their lives on useless and meaningless exploits. She likes to stop people who cause too much trouble and chaos for others and it gives her an outlet for all of the emotions that she keeps locked beneath her stone-cold facade.
History: Coming soon.
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Post by Crowley on May 14, 2005 1:58:32 GMT -5
For Use in The Amulet of Pan'thok
Name: Dais Age: Twenty-Seven Height: 5’8 Gender: Male Race: Humanoid Title: The Huntsman
Facial Description: Dais’s dark brown hair is ruffled and reaches down as far as the eyebrows on his ovular face. His features are like stone, hard and cold, though his eyes are a radiant brown. He has a sharp nose and his ears are likewise, more elven than human. Upon his face lie the marks of old battle scars and fresh cuts from the hunt.
Body Armour Description: Dais is all about flexibility and comfort and thus metallic forms of armour do not appeal to his tastes. Rather, a jerkin made of tanned buffalo hide makes up for his upper body armour while khaki-shaded leather makes up the trousers, with a simple belt fastening the trousers to Dais’s body. Of course this does leave Dais for the most part susceptible to attacks but he feels that if he’s as skilled as he believes he is then being hit is the least of his worries.
Weapons: Suspended from the left side of the waist belt Dais possesses are a hunting knife and its tanned skin residence. The knife is an extraordinary piece of equipment, hallowed by many a magician and holy man. The handle of the knife’s insides are made of metal but plated over that is sandalwood and over that, small strings of bluish-black cord wrap. The wood provides weight to the knife while the cord wrap provides a firm place to grasp the knife by. The grip of the knife is made to fit perfectly in Dais’s hand, giving even more competence to the weapon. The blade itself is not quite as lengthy as that of a machete but longer still than that of a switchblade, and unlike either it is serrated. This segment of the knife is ideally used for gutting cadavers, the killing of game and, if necessary, humans.
The belt doesn’t serve to hold the knife alone but is also lined with numerous pouches containing a variety of items, ranging from poisons to tranquillisers and even explosive powders for emergency cases. In addition to this, there are a number of pouches which hold medicinal herbs. One for example holds leaves that, when chewed, eliminate pain, if at the cost of slower reactions. Adding to this already lengthy list, one pouch holds numerous lock picks, matches, a looking glass, and everything else one would need to survive for extended periods in the wilderness.
Skills: All hunters must be able to skin an animal for its hide but they aren’t made to do much else, save other common talents anybody can do. In the long hours of waiting a hunter must endure, Dais has taught himself multiple talents to waste the time away, including instrument playing, woodworks and other such useless time-spending hobbies. He is athletic and has been noted as being feline in his nature though his love lies with canines.
Personality: Dais is a witty son of a gun, gifted with a silver tongue and a brain to use it. He can talk his way out of almost any situation and can haggle for a good until the price is generally two times less then original. This blessing comes with a curse and that is that Dais has a crude tongue. Just as easy as he can cause somebody to become enamoured with him, he can cause somebody to dislike him, usually through massive amounts of swearing. Dais is very partial with alcohol.
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Post by Cerritus on May 20, 2005 15:57:46 GMT -5
For: The Crystal Chronicles
Name: Aetas Age:23 Sex:male Element: Time Animal:Falcon Crystal:Saphire
Appearance: Prematurely white hair, bright brown eyes, skinny, but obviously strong. He carries a staff, which he prefers to a sword. He also has a very large knife on his belt. He wears a faded green cloak over a white, baggy, longsleeved shirt, brown pants and high leather boots, which are travel-worn and old.
Personality: Aetas is a loner, though he accepts companions when they don't overly annoy him. Most people do. He's extremely smart and slightly arrogant, but not overly so. He's a good man to have on your side and a worse one to have as an enemy. He's the kind of guy who avoids heroism if at all possible, but won't allow those close to him down in a tight spot.
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Rebel
Apprentice
Any who oppose me will be sent to the underverse
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Post by Rebel on May 24, 2005 9:06:11 GMT -5
Only in Dreams
Name: Lectros DeMoncous age: 200 Sex: Male Race: Electrical elemental
Appearance: Tall broad gentleman. His body is well toned and he is very strong. He has short black hair. His skin is a light yellow tent and little sparks pop out of his hair time to time. Abilities: Uses a mace that he chages up to explode when he hits an opponent.
Personality: More of a gentlman then his cousin. He fights for his father Lord Zaborg. He enjoys poetry, music, and the mountains. But when he is forced to fight he becomes a cold blooded killer against his enemies.
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