Character Log

Name: Orix
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Ao Seruldian
Appearance:

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And he's taller then average. Green eyes, Red hair, two small burn marks under his eyes.

Clothing/Armour: Varies. Sometimes a black robe, sometimes wilderness gear. Usually the latter.
Weapons: Mostly his magic. A powerful mage, especially with fire. Also has...

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Preffered fighting style: Prefers to ends fights quickly, usually using his Glaive (The weapon). However, for more serious and important fights, he will use magic.

Short History: Is often seen around small villages and towns, but is rarely remembered. The only known fact about him is that he spent some years training in the Norn Mountains, where he set up a friendship with the Norn who later became the Red Knight. His training with the Norn honed his ability to use his agility to his advantage, i.e dodging, weaving, quick attacks.

Name:silver

race: human?

Age:23

Appearence: wild (realy wild) brown hair , unnusually long sharp canines, white

Short History:has been travelling sometimes mistook for a monster and shot on a number of occasions, occasionaly seen with wolves, is a mercenary

Other:he has a bit of amenisia and sometimes will start to adapt a wolfs primal mind for a unkown reason

clothing/armour: wears a strange uniform consisting of a black pelt robe imbueded with runes(very protective of his runes, never seen with it off), carries vials on his belt, wears a helmet/mask that resembles a wolf head, wears black boots made from hide

weapon: has daggers attached to his black gloves with an occasional dab of poison, sometimes seen with a crossbow or a scimitar

prefered fighting style: depends on how he's feeling, how feral his mind goes, who his mind chooses to be

Do NOT post until it's been accepted...
It is, but you need to clean up your grammar. Or else you won't be allowed to post. I can barely tell what's going on in your posts.

I think it sounded ok but may need to b a bit cleaner

same... and also welcome die!

Name: Ae’o
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Dorig
Nationality: neutral
Appearance: Tall, Emerald green scales, light green webbing between fingers and toes, glossy black eyes, slender, tall, long fingered, strong, well rounded limbs, streamlined body and head, gills below and behind her ears, smoothly curved waist, hips sway when she walks, firm feet, long toes, strong but soft hands, large eyes

Clothing/Armour: Skin tight: dolphin skin shorts. Dolphin skin, single shoulder bra. Shark skin head band with manta ray tail for the nose piece.
Weapons: spear, longbow, can use shaman magic
Preferred fighting style: ranged bow and spear to finish off closer ones

Personality: Is a good, patient hunter and excellent swimmer, Ae’o likes to take her time with things and loves exploring, she likes to try new things, meet new people, she has a tendency to try and make more personal relationships with people she likes, however she can’t stay settled and always wants to know what is on the other side of the hill/coral, when it comes to business Ae’o becomes cold even calculating and won’t stop until she is finished
Short History (Optional, but recommended): Born in an underwater town far from the coast, Ae’o was taken at a young age to be apprenticed. At 18 her mistress died and passed on her title to Ae’o and at 20, finally having come of age among teh Dorig, Ae’o’s immense love of exploration and new experiences led her to move to a small trading station on the shores of teh huge river Ansu, almost a mile away from Selenis.
RP: Main
Other: Its a secret!

Accepted.

Name: Logren of Cordra
Race: Dwarves
Age: 67
Appearence: strong (by dwarve standards), blonde hair and beard. Beard is in plats. blue eye. glass left eye. huge white scar on left side of face, leather fingerless gloves, metal caps on his teeth, lots of bottles of drinks on his belt. Tattoo of a dwarven siege engine on his right arm, has custom armor (very strong but slows him to a snails pace. Like a tank with it one)
Personality: when he is sober, he is a great leader and very responsible. He is a very grim person when sober. When drunk, he is very fun to be around, still a great fighter when drunk. When he is in blood frenzy, he shrugs off alot of damage, kills anything in his way.
Weapons: Dwarven Warhammer, steel claymore (sword), steel waraxe, dwarven battleaxe, can even set his drinks on fire and lob them at enemies

Short History: He is an old noble who has 5 sons, his wife got killed in a siege. He was glad to be away from "that annoying fishwife". He cares not about race, they all bleed when hit so they are the same. He is a respected leader and at times, he is very wise. Very rich and he cares for his men. When he is fighting, he tends to go into a blood rage. Most enemies hate it when that happens.

RP: Humans fate (somethin like that)

Human's legacy.
Accepted.

Name: Shi’a
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Dorig
Appearance: Tall, Blood red scales, ruby red webbing between fingers and toes, glossy black eyes, slender, tall, long fingered, strong, well rounded limbs, streamlined body and head, gills below and behind her ears, smoothly curved waist, hips sway when she walks, firm feet, long toes, strong but soft hands, large eyes, immense stamina, more flexible than usual

Clothing/Armour: Skin tight: dolphin skin shorts. Dolphin skin, single shoulder bra. Shark skin head band with manta ray tail for the nose piece.
Weapons: spear, sabre, can use shaman magic, crossbow
Preferred fighting style: Tactical use of troops

Personality: Loves new experiences, only has close friends, tactician, skilled warrior, swimmer, calculating, adaptive, open with friends, cold, warm towards friends, renegade, cares little about those who interfere with what she is doing, cares nothing for those who wouldn’t be called friend or in her mercenary band, sometimes a bit...catish?
Short History (Optional, but recommended):
Blood Pack mercenaries

It started as a small group of Werewolves who made a living by raiding villages and outposts, but when found by an exiled Dorig, who became undisputed leader, their fortunes turned for the better. The Dorig transformed the small group into a small army, boasting well equipped and loyal werewolf soldiers, supported by exiles of other races and a small vampire contingent. Today the Blood Pack Mercenaries have one of the largest armies outside a nation’s control.

Shi'a
Born, became warrior etc.
Was exiled for contacting a small group of vampires to help in a secret mission that ended in failure, found werewolf pack and turned them into a large mercenary army, which she is currently the leader of. She turned to a Lorian, whose family had once been a friend of her family, in search of employment.
RP: Human Legacy

Accepted...

Name: Suro Rigorei
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Tall, skeletal and gaunt. His glasses reflect the sunlight and hide his eyes at all times. He's always grinning, always showing all his teeth. His hair is unruly, black and shoulder-length, with a tattoo of the number 7 on his right cheek. A pretty scary sight.

Clothing/Armour: A long white coat like a labcoat, stained with blood and dirt. Black shoes, and black slacks.
Weapons: None! He's a 'doctor' of sorts, and is much more likely to poison you or murder you under surgery.
Preferred fighting style: Biological.

Personality: Suro is completely, utterly insane. He doesn't support any 'side' other than himself and has a bit of a god-complex. An absolute genius with his chemicals and drugs, he's always looking for new ways to create (or destroy) something using his 'medicine'. Always grins, always giggling, always playful.

Until you /really/ piss him off.

Short History (Optional, but recommended): Born in small town, he was quickly kidnapped and used for testing. However, he soon managed to turn the tables and conduct his own experiments on the guards before exploding the place and leaving to continue his work elsewhere.

RP: The Main One

Accepted. Okies, now you can post.

LOL! Thanks;;

Should I C+P my original post after the OOC chat?

No, It's fine.

Got it~

I would like to put Airien on the sidelines for now, until I need her again (in the distant future at the moment) and have another character.

Name: Captain Jorn
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ao Seruld

Appearance: Tall, muscled, whiplike frame, sandy hair, tousled hair, grey eyes, calloused hands, scar across his cheek
Armour/clothing: Thigh length chainmail, half-boots, tunic, shin guards, segmented shoulder guards, vambraces, leather gauntlets, helmet with cheek and neck guards
Weapons: Large square shield, short sword, dagger, spear
Battalion: Same weapons and armour
Preffered fighting style: Shield wall with spears, finish combat with swords

Battalion: 40 men, Ao Seruldian Elites, very loyal

Personality: Tenacious, faithful, loving, determined, strong willed, orderly, good leader
History: The oldest of three siblings, he took responsability for his siblings when his parents died in a shipping accident, his brother died of disease less than a year later. As captain of a battalion of Ao Seruldian Elites, he was in a sustaining position. When Jorn and his troops were sent to the embassy in Corbep, Jorn naturally took his sister, who he loves and defends, with him. Jorn has a habit of driving off men who take an interest in his sister.

Sister: Called Chani, she has honey blonde hair, large doe like eyes, blue eyes, slim, 16 years old. Will almost certainly take an instant dislike to whoever kills her older brother.

Accepted.

Yay! "Spears leveled! Shields forward!"

My first char:

Name: Shadrak

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Deva

Nationality: Ao Seruld

Appearance: Slightly dark skinned with bright yellow eyes and leathery wings the colour of blackened blood. He is slightly shorter than the average Deva, as the mountain incident tempoarily stunted his growth slightly. That incident also caused him to grow longer canines and fingernails, as well as having kept some wolfish instincts and having his accuracy with sight improved slightly in the necessity to hunt for food.

Clothing/armour: Usually wears light armour something like leather but tougher as it is made from Vascar Lizard's hides. He likes to wear gloves or gauntlets with something like bladed or spiked knuckles but only as a precaution as he usually wields a weapon. Sometimes he wears a sanguine cloak with a large imprint of a wolf's paw-print on it. However he will avoid wearing it if he does not wish to be recognised in public.

Weapons: Shadrak usually carries a blood-red sword covered in runes that glow bright white whenever he grasps the hilt of the sword. It's length is about from Shadrak's waist to his knees and is a powerful but heavy blade. Shadrak will often also use magic, usually elemental but sometimes necromantic.

Preffered Fighting Style: A cross between swordplay and magic. While he spends most of the time fighting with a sword, he will use elemental or necromantic magic whenever he gets a chance.

History: Most significant event: Shadrak once traveled up into the mountains of Norvair at the age of 16, having foolishly taken a dare from a friend of his to spend a whole week up there. He didn't return for five months and when he did, he told everyone about how he had to hunt with a pack of wolves and how it affected him physically (slightly stunted growth, longer canines and fingernails and very slightly improved eyesight) and mentally(Some wolfish instincts).

RP: The Darkness and the Weapon.

Other: Preffers to come out at night but will still often come out during the day.

IDGAS!!!

Name: Vin (or Hunter)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Nationality: Ao Seruld
Appearance:
Hair; Long, full, honey blond
Face; Smooth, full lips, large blue eyes
Body; Tall, rounded limbs, shapely curves, thin waist, slim, long and slender fingers, moves with grace, has the grace of a predator
Clothing: Tight fitting grey-blue pants and top with high neck and sleeves which reach to her elbows. Fingerless gloves of the same colour. Soft half boots.
Weapons: Two curved knives in a sash around her waist, a throwing knife in one boot and a dagger in the other, a rare kind of magic, several vials of powdered metals are attached to the sash.
Background: At an early age she ended up on the streets where she learned to become a thief, she learned distrust and be wary from her mentor at an early age, although he later betrayed her to enforce these two facts. She spent a couple of years, till she was fifteen, going from one thieving band to the next, learning she had a strange ability that set her apart from others. It was one day when she was fifteen that she was caught by a strange traveller trying to pick his pockets, it was him who realised her ability was a very rare form of magic and took her on as an apprentice, taking her all over Grennendia, after persuading her he was a friend, she learnt to become and assassin with this magic which relied on certain metals. At nineteen she began to quickly earn her reputation of being one of the best, taking on the name Hunter.
Personality: Loyal to her employer until the money stops coming or the job is done, she has no friends and is generally distrustful of people, very cautious, easily able to hide in the open, prefers the night
Other: Is known to be one of the best assassins in the world and is thought to be male (common preconception)

Nocturnal, unit, both accepted. Feel free to post.

YAY!

Name:Fantine (Pronounced Fonteen)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nationality: Ao Seruldian
Appearance: Long blond hair, ending just above her waist, an open face. Attractive, in both personality and body. Blue eyes.

Clothing/Armour: Varies; prefers fairly plain brown clothes, practical. However, her new line of work forces her to wear something different.
Weapons: A dagger kept in her breeches at all times and a sword at home.
Preffered fighting style: She prefers not to fight, but fast and furious when she must.

Short History(Optional,but reccomended): Her mother died of a heart disease, and her father left. This was when she was 13. From then she was found on the street and taken to an orphanage. The masters were harsh, but not unfair or mindlessly cruel. But when Fantine became 16 she was allowed to leave; and did so. But her life was cruel. Her one chance at a decent job ended with an unfair disgrace for a shameful act not commited by her. She then had to scrounge a living begging food.
But when she adopted a girl from the very orphanage she herself went to, she had not the money to pay for her; she could only visit her new daughter once every day. So to raise the money to even allow for this, she had to take her last resort.
RP: Main Storyline