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Post by Crow on Feb 9, 2008 14:41:35 GMT -5
(Thanks....it was easy because he's kind of a mix between me and one of my friends. Real people always make the best characters after all....)
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Post by Crow on Feb 9, 2008 14:28:37 GMT -5
Name: Stephan. He never gives his last name to anyone, even the school records.
Age:18
Height: 6'4"
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light, almost pale skin. Long black hair and green eyes. Wears a black leather trenchcoat at most time along with a white shirt, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. A silver raven is etched into the back of his trenchcoat. The last oddity is the silver cross he keeps around his neck.
Abilities: Studied spirits for a short period of time after unusual things began happening in his house. Also very intelligent and quick to catch onto things.
Attitude: Cold and indifferent. He keeps away from most of the other students and even the teachers are kind of scared of him.
Equipment: Not much beyond the silver cross. He sometimes carries a combat knife when he's not at school, but otherwise he's unarmed.
History: Some say he used to be the oposite of what he is now, those people are actually his oldest friends. His parents died after a car accident in eastern europe. He was the only survivor. Though his parents were quite wealthy, he wasn't able to claim any of it untill he turned 18. He was only 12 when the accident happened, leaving him in fostercare with uncaring parents. The moment he turned eighteen he used some of the money he had saved to return to his parents house. Though not a mansion, the house is still a fairly large two story. Ever since his parents died he has seen unusual shadows and a feeling of cold nearly every day, which lead him to studying spirits in his spare time. He had come to the school about a month before the events of the story.
(Just going to wait for a good time to come in....)
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 13:20:46 GMT -5
Name: Sabre
Gender: Male
Race: Black Dragon
Age: 240
Height: 20' 5'' (with head and neck extended upward) 14' 8'' at the shoulder.
Appearance: Black scales with a saddle on his back. Also a lot of saddle bags. Needlesly to say, large black wings on his back.
Abilities: Can breath a greenish emerald colored fire. He also knows arcane spells. People often think he's stupid because of his size. He uses that to his advantage in a fight, using overcunning tactics. He is very strong, and fairly fast.
Personality: Intelligent and cunning, he puts that intelligence into fighting just as much as he puts it into playing pranks on Dante. He is unusually tolerant for one of his kind, normally using patience he has gained over the decades.
History: He was bonded with Dante at a very young age when Dante was just starting training. Eventually as the years passed he grew into an almost full grown dragon. In the fight with Dante's apprentice and his dragon, his throat was slashed. All the healing magic the knights had went into repairing his voice, but nothing worked. He now speaks a very garbled version of draconic, that only he and Dante can really understand.
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 13:05:38 GMT -5
Name: Dante the Silverlance
Gender: Male
Race: Apparently human
Age: Anyone that learns this learns why he might not be human.
Height: 6'3''
Appearance: Currently in a black cloak and typical explorers outfit. He has longish brown hair and brown eyes. His skin is fairly pale.
Abilities: Besides the seemingly (and actually) magical speed and strength, he knows a bit of arcane magic. He also knows nearly any language that someone can talk to him in.
Personality: The kind of guy to fall asleep on his feet if he isn't interested in whatever is going on. He never really seems too interested unless it involves him or his dragon, Sabre.
Background: A famous dragon knight in human lands, he is best known for singlehandedly(well, almost...he was with sabre) destroying an enemy camp with several hundred men during one of the ocasional wars the humans seem to constantly have. He recently got involved with an aprentice that turned on him in a struggle for power. He managed to kill his apprentice's dragon, but the man escaped. With the dragon eggs becoming harder and harder to find, Dante feels that he needs to at least warn anyone that comes into contact with one. He only lost one egg to his apprentice, though it dosen't seem to phase him too much.
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Post by Crow on Apr 2, 2008 21:54:24 GMT -5
*Name: Hector witchcraft
*Age: 32
*Gender: male
*Hair Color: Black
*Eye Color: blue
*Skin Color: pale
*Body Build: Thin but muscular
Height/Weight: 6'5"/ 182lbs.
*Nationality (Caucasian, Asian, African, etc): Caucasian
*Religion: Athiest
*Mental Illness(es): Antisocial personality disorder
Physical Description: White pants and streight jacket. Also wears a metal mask, as he is known for using any means nescisarry to kill.
Personality: A hedonistic serial killer.(Kills for the sake of killing) Very agressive and impatient. Though he is very cunning and intelligent.
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Post by Crow on Feb 9, 2008 14:53:10 GMT -5
Name: Goes by the alias of Nex
Height: 6'1"
Age: 24
Personality: Straight to the point, especially when it comes to pay. Life means almost nothing to him and he's the type of guy that would say(If he knew what one was) "You kidding? I'd kill you for a Klond*ke bar!"
History: He's an assassin who recently came under the employ of a local lord. No one really knows who he is, but they know he's good at killing.
Weapons/equipment: A magic shortsword that sparks with electricity and dozens of hidden daggers. He wears light leather armor and holds a host of usefull items such as lockpicks, crowbars, ect.
Abilities:He is insanely fast. Most things try to take a swing at him and end up grabbing air, and a second later the bloody hole in their chest.
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 13:25:14 GMT -5
Name:Crow
Age: 23
Height: 5'7''
Weight:115lbs.
Apperance: Normally in dusty brown army camo and a full mask to hide his green hair on the job. When relaxing or in town he wears a green and purple trenchcoat with no mask, revealing the grean hair, brown eyes, and fairly tan skin.
Equipment: A sniper rifle with scarce ammo at most times and a magnum with a half empty clip. Anything else he has is stashed at the hideout he stays at.
Personality: Fairly depressed at most times, he constantly complains about the heat in the desert. He's more or less tired of shooting people to have to survive out in the desert, but the only way to get cash is either selling the looted goods, or work in one of the nearby mines. He practically flipped a coin one day.
Background: Sold off by his mother for gold, he lived a miserible life as a slave for some fat nobleman. He soon found that it was illegal and when he brought it up he was laughed at, "Have you ever once seen a man of law in this town?" Eventually he was tossed out in some cruel game the nobles played. They left him in the desert and betted on if he came back. That was when he found his home, a bandit base in the middle of the desert. He's been one ever since.
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 2:04:54 GMT -5
Name: Ikoret
Gender: Male
Race: Half demon
Age: No one really knows. Most guess about 25
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance: Wears a brown trenchcoat with a white T shirt underneath, a pair of black pants, and combat boots. A long white scarf is wrapped around his neck that dangles down, nearly to the floor. He also wears a face mask, that covers the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible. The last oddity he wears is a red headband. He has pale skin, brown eyes, and brownish hair.
Abilities: Stronger and faster than most of the living(or dead) He uses that to his advantage, using nearly anything he can get his hands on to finish off his target quickly and effectively. Most that know him are smart enough to run for cover when he isn't on their side, as he is deadly with throwing daggers, shuriken, and anything that can be thrown. Due to the unusual nature of his birth he has several unusual qualities. As an example, most people notice it tends to get colder when he's enraged. When he loses control, or he is in great danger, somthing is likley to become a shreded ice cube.
Attitude: Fairly lazy, he can pe pushed to amazing feats when cornered. He constantly curses his horrible luck, and the incredible luck his opponents seem to have. It dosen't stop him for very long though, and he eventually finds a way to finish whatever it is he's doing. Seemingly aloof, uncaring, and cold, he defends his friends with the ferocety of the demon whos blood runs through his veins.
Weapons/Equips: A lot of hidden silver daggers on his person. He also carries a few poisons and such with him. There's also a flask of some wierd liquid that he dosen't want to share with anyone. Ocasionally he carries a silver lined katana, but he rarely does so, as it "takes the fun out of things."
Background: An outcast for his half demon herritage, he wanders the world looking for a place that is willing to tollerate him. He taught himself how to use his unique abilities to kill for profit, he works mainly doing assassinations. He found this town and it's unique style of living and liked it. Now he just goes out throwing daggers into the necks of any lycans he finds and turning them in for the profit.
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Post by Crow on Jan 25, 2008 15:44:24 GMT -5
Name: Benjamin
Age: 21
Height/weight: 6'2''/ 190lbs
Hair color/style: Mix of dyed colors, black, brown, and blond, all in a mohawk.
Eye color: Brown
Appearence: A dark black trenchcoat, mainly to scare anyone that he can scare, coupled with dark pants.
Personality: Almost insane in the murderous way, he's actually quite intelligent, getting perfect grades in his classes. Last guy to call him a nerd ate his own teeth and watched Ben get arrested.
Background: With a very rough child hood, he got into some of the darker aspects of life at age 13. Most events he recalls with his friends involve weed, drinking, or some other unmentionable. The truck he owns is more or less his house, and has been his house since he got it from his dad. He always has four things on him, a hand gun(which he amazingly has a licence for), his truck keys, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. He's learning how to hack computers for money in his classes.
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Post by Crow on Apr 9, 2008 1:36:39 GMT -5
Wierd......You must be just one of those people that reminds everyone about someone......Because my friend Ben comes to mind......
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Post by Crow on Mar 21, 2008 21:59:05 GMT -5
d**n Mammoth! You're frickin scary looking! You could probobly break me in half! In the end I figured, screw it. I just used my camera.  I know the quality sucks, but whatever. |
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Post by Crow on Mar 3, 2008 21:14:06 GMT -5
That's when they got up and started counting themselves. "Thank you for the bodies, but I really must be on my way!" He started walking off with his troup, towards an old "Empty" cave.
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Post by Crow on Mar 2, 2008 23:34:28 GMT -5
Thomas counted for a second, "That was....two dead out of twenty three.....oh, wait.....three dead out of twenty three......I have twenty left anyway!" He suddenly started walking off with the zombies following. "I have somthing that needs doing, nice knowing you...." About seven guards had showed up, heavily armed and armored. They weren't happy about the zombies it seemed.
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Post by Crow on Mar 2, 2008 22:39:11 GMT -5
"To quote a famous figure.....it's fun to try and put the pieces back together! And he didn't lie either!"
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Post by Crow on Mar 2, 2008 20:29:07 GMT -5
Thomas just scoffed, "You call that a kill? Not very creative if I do say so myself." The few dead guards got up and walked over, the one with the arrow in his head looking like some rediculous unicorn thing. "Sorry, I don't like unicorns." Thomas said, as he turned the ground at the thing's feet into quicksand. It just stood there sinking. "It's much more delightfull when the creature can actually scream...... Oh well!" He threw a fireball at the sand after the zombie was all the way in and pulled it out with some sort of telekenisis spell. He held out his arms as a glass encased statue of a dead guard came out, "Look what I made!"
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