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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:49 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 11:46 am
Name: Braxxsus
Race: Lycan
Age: 23
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175
Hair: Red with Silver specks in it.
Eyes: Green with yellow tinges around the edges.
Face: Often serious with faint lines on it from previous injuries.
Skin: Has a heavy tan and scars on almost any visible surface.
Attitude: Doesn't care at all what others may think of him, but still needs to be acknowlegded for the jobs he had done well.
Armor: Light, tempered leather.
Weapon(s): Has two silver blades always tucked up his sleeves. Fast healing, and emotional control.
Skills: Master blade fighter. Can easily shift from man to wolf.
Weaknesses: The very touch of silver burns him. Only skilled in short blades. His temper sometimes gets the better of him, and he will go out and hunt those who try and hunt him because of his, 'curse'. Never takes the time to feel the emotions he should, because he feels it makes him weak.
Class: Rogue/ranger
History: Born a lycanthrope to non-lycan parents. Shunned by all for the beginning years of his life. Never stays in one place for a long time. Trained for three years under an expert slayer.
Famous Quote: "Eat, drink, and be merry, for it doesn't do any good to fight starved, thirsty, and depressed."
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:58 pm
 Name: Sergei Race: Human Age: 30 Height: 5'7" Weight: 200 Hair: Black hair with silver streaks. Eyes: Bright Blue Face: Cheerful and friendly Skin: Black as night. Attitude: Tries to view life as just a series of obstacles that can be overcome. Tries to make a joke out of every situation. Weapon: Two-Handed, double edged broadsword. Armor: Scale mail (like chain mail, but with small plates instead of links) Skills: Very strong. Knows how to handle almost any weapon. Weaknesses: Thinks brute force can over come everything. Can almost never be fully serious. Class: Weapon master Signature Move: When he gets his momentum up, will do a spinning attack with his broadsword, easily severing anything in half. History: Sergei was raised in a militaristic family. He was trained almost since he was born to fight, and fight is all he knows. He set off as a mercenary, looking for those who would hire him for his skills. Famous Quote: "How was I to know that the guards were going to try and play a trick back on me?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 4:02 pm
Name: Jason Duvaire
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 175
Hair: Fiery red
Eyes: Green with yellow flecks in it.
Face: Always smiling at a personal joke.
Skin: Light Tan.
Attitude: Is obsessed with fire. Says little, trying to keep his words short and concise.
Weapons: A simple dagger. Lots of incineratory devices of all kinds. (LOTS of bombs)
Armor: Studded Leather
Skills: Adept at throwing, placing, detonating, and creating bombs. Loves to blow stuff up.
Weaknesses: Doesn't know how to do anything except how to blow stuff up. Loves to blow stuff up.
Class: Bombadier
Signature Move: Tosses a flash bomb to blind his opponent, then a regular detanator.
History: Jason was always obsessed with fire. He began creating his own bombs, and soon found his purpose in life.
Famous Quote: "It not blow up! How it not blow up?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 4:55 pm
 Name: Ghost Race: Shadowling Age: 36 Height: 5'4" Weight: 127 Hair: Midnight black, and always shifting. Eyes: Pupils white, Iris black. Face: Is always covered. Skin: Pale white. Attitude: Stealth and silence are what he wants to uphold. Will often act then explain later. Complete apathy. Weapons: A blackened rapier. Armor: Shadow armor. Skills: Can bend shadows around himself, making it harder to hit him and to see him. Touch of despair. Master of the Rapier. Weaknesses: Light will easily kill him and stips him of all power. Hemophilia. Class: Shadow Mancer Signature move: Touching someone, draining their happiness out, then quickly stabbing them in the side with his rapier. History: He has no history of himself that he can recollect. Famous Quote: "I did it because it needed to be done. I didn't have to tell you what I was going to do before I did it, that wasn't stated anywhere in the contract."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:27 am
 Name: Victor Phylante Race: Elf Age: 406 Height: 6'2" Weight: 100 Hair: Very pale blond. Eyes: Light blue. Face: Always smiling, cheerful. Skin: Has been in the sun but is naturally pale. Attitude: Always proper and poised. Calculates everything before he does anything. Takes things in stride. Loves to learn. Weapons: His rapier wit. Armor: Silken clothing Skills: Persuasive, able to lie convincingly. Weaknesses: Doesn't know how to fight. Class: Diplomat. Signature Move: N/A History: Born to a royal elven family. Trained to be an ambassador between the elves and other races. Has been dismissed from his current job and is now a freelance diplomat. Famous Quote: "You see, what happened happened because it needed to happen, so what happened was only a thing that happened because it was a happening that was needed."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:02 pm
 Name: David Valentine Race: Modified Human Age: 26 Height: 5'11" Weight: 180 Hair: Black Eyes: Dark brown Face: A scar runs from the left edge of his lip the left edge of his left eye. Skin: Very tan Attitude: Mood shifts easily. Often tries to keep things light. Never gives up on a task he has decided to take. Weapons: Sword in a Walking Stick. Specially designed metal gloves with claws on the end. Armor: Leather. Skills: Perfect Balance. Can jump really high. Very quick. Cat-like reflexes and night vision. Weaknesses: Will do anything to save someone he considers an innocent. Very compulsive. Focuses more on accuracy than on damage. He has a slight limp in his left leg, which hinders a few of his movements and abilities. Class: Guerilla fighter. Signature move: Jumps to the person in one long leap, then uses the momentum to skewer them in the heart or decapitate them. History: His family was killed when he was eleven. He was raised by his family's friend until he was seventeen, at which time he left to go travel the world. He was found by a group known as the Cats. He was initiated in their order and was trained as one of them. He is now traveling the world again, with more experience under his belt. Famous Quote: "Yes, I killed him, but I didn't mean to do it. Okay, so I did mean to do it, but he was threatening that little grandma over there."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 7:49 pm
 Name: Pierce Race: Warforged Age: 24 Height:6' Weight: 200 Hair: N/A Eyes: Blue crystals Face: His metalic face looks like a laughing jackal Skin: Dark, deep blue mithril Attitude: Tries to relate everything back to the military, which he was created for. Considers himself a guardian of those who he travels with. Weapons:His body. Two, long adamantine blades that are built into his fore-arms. A long bow. Armor: His skin is mithril. Skills: Is skilled in fighting of all kinds. Can be very quiet for a giant walking piece of machinery. Cannot get tired easily. Weaknesses: Does not relate well to emotions. Is offended easily. Heals extremly slow. Class: Scout Signature move: Uses one blade to bring down the weapon, then uses the other one to slit the throat. History: Pierce was built as an experimental prototype for a new design of golems. He was trained in warfare from the day he was made, and cannot relate to anything else. He is no longer bound to anyone, and is seeking refuge in a land hostile to his creation. Famous Quote: "A simple arm thrust forward, and he died. It's not really that complicated. So why don't you stop leaking lubricant fluid out of your eyes?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 7:16 pm
 Name: Branden Goldenleif Race: Human Age: 37 Height: 6'2" Weight: 230 Hair: Premature silvery-gray Eyes: Hazel Face: Smiling and caring Skin: Slightly tanned Attitude: Trying to help better the world by defeating what he perceives to be evil. Believes in trying to see the good in people. Weapons: Silver longsword that can burst into flame at will. Armor: Full plate armor Skills: Can channel holy powers. Excellent fighter with sword and words. Weaknesses: Narcelepsi (Can suddenly fall asleep). A fanatic in his religion. Is fatigued most of the time. Class: Paladin Signature move: Will ingnite his sword in a fight, trying to startle his opponent. History: Left on the doorsteps of a monestary, he had been tought the religion he follows ever since he could remember. He was accepted into the knightly order of paladins, and after rigorous training, became one of the best. He has been vanquishing evil where ever he sees it. He eventually destroyed a dark sorcerer and his experiment. But it has left it's mark on him. He can no longer stay awake very long, and often feels fatigued.  Name: Cavask Race: Human Age: 156 Height: 6'2" Weight: 230 Hair: Magically induced silvery-gray Eyes: Blood red Face: Cold and emotionless Skin: Slightly tanned Attitude: Views everything as his personal plaything. Doesn't care who he kills or why. Cold and Ruthless Weapons: His magic Armor: His magic Skills: Controls dark magics. Can preform necromancy. Telekineses. Weaknesses: Narcelepsi (Can suddenly fall asleep). Fatigued most of the time. Extremely arragont. Believes he has conquered death. Class: Dark Sorcerer Signature Move: Creates a cloak made out of metal shards, which he then uses to create a spinning malestrom of cutting pieces of metal. Will also stay inside the cloak, opening small holes in it to shoot spells out from. History: Ever since his family had died, he had always been trying to find a way to conquer death. He began resorting to dark, forbidden magics, and quickly fell to their seductive power. He had long ago prevented him from dieing of age, but would still age. His attempt to bring him back to his prime was cut short by a paladin. But in the attack, his experiment was destroyed. In the chaos of the destruction, his death blow by the paladin's sword actually transferred all of his powers and his soul into the paladin. He does not know that his new body is that of the paladin, and believes that when the paladin is in control, he is asleep.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:56 am
Name: Kael Race: Human Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Weight: 150 Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Face: Unremarkable, able to blend into a crowd. Skin: Tan Attitude: Tries to live as close to the edge as he can. A thrill seeker. Weapons: His specialized gloves. A short sword. Armor: Boiled leather Skills: Catches spells. Able to use them or store them away for further use. Can steal enchantments off of items if given enough time. Weaknesses: Can't cast his own spells, only the ones he can steal. Takes large amounts of concentration to put a spell away into his spell catchers(a belt of gems around his waist) when he doesn't have his gloves. Can't steal all spells. Is not skilled in the use of his sword. Class: Spell Thief History: Kael was raised as a thief. He was an expert, but was caught one day by a powerful magician. The magician, realizing the magical potential Kael had, took him as an apprentice to learn his art. Kael, instead of being taught magic, learned how to steal spells and twist them to his own use. He then created some gloves, capable of transfering spell into gem storage much faster then when he had to do it by hand. He quickly became a thief once again, using his new skills to break into almost any home. Famous Quote: "I caught that lightning bolt! Did you see how I swooped down and spun around an caught it? Okay, so it was meant to hit the enemy, but did you see I caught it?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:42 pm
 Name: Tastin Prospero Race: Human Age: 22 Height: 5'6" Weight: 100 Hair: White, with blue undertones Eyes: Grey Face: Impassive Skin: Slightly tanned Attitude: Is always aloof, a little 'airy'. Weapon: A silver-bladed rapier. Armor: A leather jacket. Skills: Is incredibly fast with her sword. Incredibly deadly against one foe. Weaknesses: Her sword is the only weapon she knows how to use. Only capable of usefull combat against one foe. Class: Duelist Signature move: Once she gets her opponent to over swing, she will quickly pierce their heart with her blade, pulling it out a within half a second, sending her opponent to the ground dead. History: The younger twin sister of Braxtin, she became absorbed into the affairs of land trade when she was young. She quickly learned all the ins and outs of trading and bargaining, and was soon allowed to accompany the trading caravans running from the south to the north, and then back. Her keen eye allowed the traders to be able to by more valuable and unique merchandise for lower costs, able to make the profit of the trading caravans sore higher and higher. When she learned that there were no trade routes over land to the other side of the continent, she convinced her father to let her finance a caravan to begin over land trade relations with the other side of the continent. If she succeeds, her family will become the richest power of the whole continent. Famous Quote: "Don't worry, I know the way there. So, was it down this path, or down that path?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 9:09 am
Name: Braxtin Prospero
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 175
Hair: Black, with blue undertones
Eyes: Grey
Face: Impassive, except for a smile that is always on his lips.
Skin: Extremely tanned
Attitude: Can't sit still, must be doing something at all times. Often happy.
Weapons: A Saber.
Armor: Light leather clothing
Skills: Fluid movements that flow into eachother, preventing him from being caught off guard. Able to fight against several oponents at once.
Weaknesses: His sword is the only weapon he will use. If he can be thrown off of his flow of attacks, he is extemely succeptible to being hit.
Class: Round-fighter
Signature Move: Brings his blade down, aiming for their neck. Then quickly twists the blade away and strikes at the heart.
History: He is the first son and heir to the Prospero family fortune. He is also the elder twin of Tastin.
As his family works, he quickly become engrossed in the fundementals of trade. When he was fourteen, he was assigned to be in charge of the family's sea affairs. He quickly excelled at sea, and earned the respect and admiration of all the sailors on every ship in the family armada.
But when two other families decided to turn against his family and try to dominate the open seas, he showed his mettle in battle. He was recalled by his father to return to shore, for fear of his eldest son being killed. When he learned that his twin sister was going to go off on a trip to the other side of the continent, he quickly convinced his father to let him go with her and help her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 9:19 pm
 Name: Vincent Race: Dark Elf Age: 385 Height: 5'11" Weight: 115 Hair: White Eyes: Red-Violet Face: A look of disdain seems to be permantly placed on his face. Skin: Dark grey Attitude: Has a cruel outlook on life. Can be very sadistic at times. Weapons: A rapier and hand-crossbow Armor: Light chainmail, and some armor plating Skills: Very vesatile in his attacking, able to use both his weapons at once. Has very unusual and unexpected attacks, and is accurate in the throwing of his rapier. Weaknesses: His gambit attacks do not always pay off, and he is nothing compared to a speciality fighter. Class: Versatile Fighter History: He was raised in the ways of his clan ever since he was born. He showed an exceptional knack for using two weapons at once, and had a preference of using two different weapons at the same time. As the years progressed, he separated from his family, and began to live on his own, finding his own work for his own living.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 7:29 pm
 Name: Ahdarjii (AH-dar-jee) Race: Khajiit Age: 21 Height: 5'6" Weight: 100 Hair: Red Eyes: Golden-yellow Face: Beautiful by Khajiit, and even human, standards. Is often calm and serene, even playful, but can be easily filled with fury. Skin Fur: Light yellows and oranges, with black spots Attitude: Is suspicious of everyone she meets. Prefers flight to fight, and will do anything to try and survive. Pretends to be distant and aloof with other people. Weapons: Hands and claws Armor: Light leather. Skills: Accomplished acrobat and tumbler, allowing her to get almost anywhere quickly and fluidly. She also knows her way around locks, and is a fair sneak. Weaknesses: Will abandon others to save herself. Is more of a defensive fighter, and will often speak using cryptic phrases from her own language. She is also very vain, and doesn't want to ruin her appearance. Class: Acrobat History: Ahdarjii was sold into slavery when she was just a young girl, along with her brothers, sister, and mother. They all got seperated, and Ahdarjii was forced to become a servant in a royal household, doing whatever the master or mistress wanted her to do. When she was fourteen, she found a way to escape from them, using her natural abilities at acrobatics to get her away from them. She then devoted her entire life to trying to find the remnats of her family, following the path of her people: Speed over strength, agility over brawn, and survival through avoidance of danger.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 8:02 pm
 Name: Danela Yance Race: Gnome Age: 145 Height: 4'3" Weight: 50 Hair: Red Eyes: Green Face: Impassive Skin: Slightly pale, but still a little tanned. Attitude: Treats everything like an experiment, something new to be experienced. She will take any risk to do what she feels is right. Weapons: Potions, and a wand charged with lightning. Armor: N/A Skills: Makes powerful elixers and other potions. Can derive poison from good plants, and knows the possible properties a plant could have. Weaknesses: She is extremely susceptible to poisons. She is small, unable to fight that well in physical struggles. Class: Alchemist History: She was raised in a house of learning, both her parents professors at a prestigous university. She was taught her whole childhood life about history and science. Of magic and economy. She soon became a promising scholar at the university, tried harder than any other student. She graduated in the field of Chemistry, and soon got a job in a king's court to find ways to help increase the strength of his country's metal. She left when she found the formula, afraid of what the king would do with such a metal. She wandered abroad, finding jobs as a chemist and as a alchemist.
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