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Player: Sunray Tristram
-Character's Name: Perameth Lyniissha (Pera or Peris for short)
-Age: 76
-Race: centaur
-Class: Fighter/Cleric
-Status: Guardian
-Weapons: Glaive, Composite Longbow, Throwing Daggers, Dagger
-Appearence: Perameth's human half appears like any other human female, her skin a light tan. She is slinder yet strong, her muscles toned yet still feminine. Her pale and straight blonde hair reaches halfway down her back, two braids coming from her temples and connecting on the back of her head. Her eyes are large, almost innocent, and are a pale green (peridot) color that lighten and darker with her moods. She wears a small jewel adorned top that just barely covers her modesty; the top being dark green with peridots sewn on. On each of her arms are silver arm bands, each with a single smooth peridot on them. Her horse half is also sleek yet very well toned and rather powerful. The smooth short coat is cream in color, her legs fading to a light brown near the hooves. Her swift tail is also light brown and is adorned with a single pale green string wrap.
-Personallity: Normally a cheerful person, Perameth enjoys the simple things in life but often finds herself striving for company in her abandoned Haven by the sea. Don't let her appearance and demeaner trick you, though. Since she was able to walk, Perameth has been trained in the arts of battle and knows much about clerical magic, making her a fine Guardian...though there is still much for her to learn. She is a very passionate and fierce person and takes her position as Guardian very seriously.
-Background: Perameth was born and raised in the Sea Haven Point and, at an early age, was trained by her family to become a skilled fighter and cleric. Her training was cut short, though, when her family seemingly disappeared in the war, leaving Perameth to be the new Guardian of an empty Haven.

Player: Lance Tristram
-Character's Name: Von Darnezbonishie
-Age: 140
-Race: Drow elf
-Class: Fighter
-Status: Soldier
-Weapons: Elven Scimitar, Composite Longbow, Battle shield
-Appearence: Black ebony skin, stark white hair, deep sea green eyes, Von stands a 5ft 4in and has a thick muscular build. He is usually dressed in his elven breastplate and flowing black cloak.
-Personallity: Von is a peaceful individual who simple wants to be left alone at times. He is very passionate in his work and can be trusted to uphold his end of a bargain. He is slow to anger, but can be aggressive in battle. Outside of war he is a very calm and intellectual sort that if pushed to talk will joke with his friends while sharing what he has learned of the world with others.
-Background: Von has an intresting background that reflects why he is not like most other drow. He was raised by surface elves. His mother, who had just given birth to him was stoned out of a village for hiding amongst them and only after reciving mortal wounds did she escape from the injustice of the townsfolk. As she lay dying in the woods her child having remained unharmed in the attack slept in her arm. An elven patrol party soon discovered the lass amongst some brush, after hearing her groans of pain. The leader of the group took pity on this bullied woman and swore to her that he would take care of the child as if he were his own. Von grew up knowing he was different from the other elves but never really minding it. He made friends and enemies just as most children do and was accepted into the community. It was only until he ventured out of his loving home that he experiance the persecution his kind faces on the surface and time and time again he was demoralized for his heritage. He returned to his home to try and start over from scratch...

Player: Last_Man_Standing
-Character's Name: just goes by Shiin
-Age: somewhere in his 20s
-Race: Human
-Class: "Monk" (emphasis on quotations. means he just uses martial arts)
-Status: Wanderer
-Weapons: Martial Arts styles
-Appearence: looks like his avi, but he wears "black slotted pants" and an "Ashe biker shirt"
-Personallity: total loner. his entire life is consumed by his pilgrimages and quest to master all forms of martial arts. he will ignore anyone unless they make a serious effort to know him, and are forward and honest.
-Background: after being defeted in a martial arts tournament to a nameless one with evil ideas and a dark fighting style, Shiin devoted himself to learning all forms of martial arts so that if one day he were to meet the nameless one again, he could defeat him. along his travels, Shiin learned of a pendant that would grant total knowledge of one fighting style to the being that found it. Shiin now seeks this pendant as a sidequest to his ambitious goal. ((i hope that was good enough hehe))

Player: torch the archangel
-Character's Name: torch outcaster
-Age: 18
-Race: human
-Class: fighter
-Status: wanderer
-Weapons: staff
-Appearence: take my avi and remove the fox parts and add some sort of a hat.
-Personallity: a helpfull person who will stop at nothing to see all forms of evil destroyed
-Background: when torch's kingdom was destroyed before his eyes by an army of half elves he swore that nothing would stop him from preventing the same fate from befalling all other kingdoms. most of his atempt were a total failure. that was until he attacked with a army of his own. when all was said he had destroyed many evil kingdoms his army was defeted at the greatest of evil kingdoms. he was the only one who was left alive.

Player: Umiyuko
-Character's Name: Laksha (Unknown last name.)
-Age: Appearance: 17(but she's quite Naive. She was raised by animals, for crying out loud!), but in Elf years, she's somewhere around 90 years old?? Maybe older- not quite sure.
-Race: Elven
-Class: Healer
-Status: Wanderering White Mage/Minstrel
-Weapons: Nothing! Laksha's a pacifist. Although, she uses a Harp as an instrument, that's not exactly a weapon.
-Appearence: Soft, very pale skin brushed with soft pink on her cheeks and lips, almond shining silver eyes, small in stature, ears are just pointed, but are about the size of normal human ears( uh... Like an LOTR Hobbit. They aren't biiig elf ears.) Her hair is very long, the color of Freshly fallen snow- it is parted down the middle, with half-bangs(not really bangs... It's more like layered short peices by her cheeks), and two mid-length peices that hang in front of her ears. Her hands are very soft, and her patients often comment so. She gets cold very easily because she is quite flimsy(She's not a fighter, so she has no muscle on her). She dresses in white silk brocades with woven silver, even in the summer, since she chills so easilly. Although she walks barefoot, her entire body jingles with silver jewelry- she has a srung, beaded circlet that lies on the crown of her head, several cuffs on her ears, several silver bangles around her wrists and a few on her ankles, a panja on her left hand(here's what a Panja looks like: A Panja ) She wears a Prayer Box around her neck- (like this -Prayer Box ) and clings to it at night- when her fear is the worst.
-Personality: Gentle, light-stepping, has a pathological fear of death and darkness, loves children and animals, loves singing and playing her harp, goes about the ruins of the Havens searching for those who are lost and downtrodden in an attempt to help them.
-Background: Laksha was just a child when the Havens collapsed, and her Fae Glade was destroyed during a fateful night in the process. She took to the glades of the forest where she grew up with animals who took pity on her and reared her through her childhood and comforted her through her trauma. Although the wounds have enevitably healed, she still blanches at darkness, and will curl up under a blanket fearfully and try to sleep, clutching onto the wool skins. She learned of her healing powers and kindly goes along the woods healing and singing to the hurt and lost, feeling fufilled, but she still has no family, and she can't even remember her mother...

As the endless waves crashed against the shore, the younge centaur paced along the front wall of the castle, her hooves clicking lightly on the stone. In one hand she held a long and sharps glaive; the other hand was busy fingering through her pale hair. Perameth often found herself doing this, her green eyes constantly searching the horizons around her for any other signs of life...

Perameth sighed and continued her trotting along the castle walls. The Haven hadn't been deserted for that many years but, in that time, no one bothered to return.

"Is it truely worth it to stay here as Guardian? Why is no one returning?," she asked herself, her soft voice carrying into the breeze as if never spoken.

After her usual pacing of the walls, Perameth's pointed ears twitch, her human half stretching up high as if she were expecting something. To her disappointment, nothing came. With a shake of her head, her trotted down toward the city area of the kingdom to make her usual rounds.

Nothing of much interest came to her since she had seen it all before. Her hooves continued to click on the stone walkways and soon she found herself at the main gate of the kingdom. One door stood ajar as she peered out, her curious gaze moving along the open field toward the forest.

"Maybe an adventure wouldn't be so bad. I have yet to see the rest of this world..."

With a glance back, Perameth starts to make her way out of the Haven's main gate. What was there to defend now? Abandoned building and homes? She strived for an adventure, to see the world she's learned so much about.

Armed with supplies and weapons, Perameth makes herway into the forest, her hooves padded by the soft earth. Her glaive in her right hand, she moves and ducks to avoid low branches, her tail flickering lighting with the excitement of something new. She didn't know where she would go but figured she would find out when she got there.

Perameth had traveled three hours thus far finding nothing of interest to her. The forest was quiet around her, causing her lower lip to pout slightly. She had come for adventure yet not even a single animal had crossed her path. Yet she continued on, moving up her pace some in hopes of reaching something other than trees. She goal, at the moment, was nowhere to be seen yet she knew the forest held something of interest and she was determined to find it.

Von lay on his back, pushing his shield out with his left hand and foot, driving up as hard as he can against the massive axe, Von swings his scimitar out to his side and slashes the armor plated bandit's foot off, the man fell to the ground with a scream and Von flipped his legs underneath him parried the second man's attack with his sword and thrusted out with his shield and then slamed the flat end into the mans nose, breaking bones and splattering blood across the emblem. Von then dropped flat as the arrows perdictably slammed into the armored man's chest and Von rolled to the side to dodge the third and final assualt. The axe crashing into the ground and spliting marble with each swipe. This one was strong and Von knew that he couldn't hope to parry or block a move from this one. Von came out of his roll and up to his feet and then had to duck once more as the axe sailed over his head and smashed into a colume. Von launched his blade into the slides between the plates of armor that where exposed from under the man's arms. Von had to quickly duck behind the colume as arrows skipped off the marble and popped back up to smake into Von's legs. His bow was a distance from him and most of his arrows had spilled out in his roll. Von was pinned down behind the colume and could only hope the idiots would keep shooting.