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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:56 pm
Xena the Sorceress' Characters
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:58 pm
Name: Emioko Hatimoto(M, for short)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 154 lb.
Hair: White-gray
Eyes: Gray
Skin: White, not much tan
Face: A little gaunt, thin eyebrows and weary eyes. Doesn't smile often.
Appearance: After I made her up, I used the oh-so useful avatar creator, this is a basic idea of what she looks like just in case the description doesn't do it for you.
Attitude: Sarcastic, bored, not really caring what happens.
Class: Ninja warrior
Weapon: Short Katana and round shield, sometimes instead of the Katana uses a spear
Armor: None. Unless your including clothes, then just some leather clothing, not much for protection though
Skills: After years of practice, she can some walls that go straight up. Hearing is amazingly sharp, is quiek
Weaknesses: Fast, but not very strong, she'll last about an hour of constant pressure, but will give in eventually. And has no use of magic, or resistance too it. Also, is afraid of rhino's and hippos.
Brief history: Grew up for fourteen years in her home village, hidden inside a small forest learning matial arts and other forms of combat and survial skills (There were no schools in the village, and the women were expected to provide just as much as the men) when one day a huge storm came in, lasted for two weeks. Most of the town (and the people in it) were washed away by then. Including her father. soon the rain stopped, but the strom raged on. Now out of water, it began to roar with thunder. Then a bolt of lighting struck the forest, burned everything down. After the it finished, the skys cleared, the sun shone, and she ran off. She wandered, hunting to survive. Eventually, three years later, she came across a small town, here makeshift wooden spear broke, so she needed some food. She snuck into the butcher's shop, and got away with some meat. She couldn't belive how easy it was! So, she visited the bakery, the inn and the armory and got away with a new spear, made of fine metal. And plenty of bread and money from the inn for emergencies. With new resolve for life, she began on the trail again. Stopping by to pick up supplies, and she enjoyed it. It quickly became her new hobby. By the age of twenty-one, she was one of the greatest thieves in the land. And so it went, and she continued this routine for over twenty-four years, stealing from kings and sneaking under the noses of Barons and Emporers alike, until........(Whatever happens in the Role Play)
Allignment: Good:Chaos
Position of Command: Umm, none, just full command of herself.
Role Play current being used it: None at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 9:28 am
Name: Marcus NightHound
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: Five foot Nine
Weight: 157
Hair: Almost shoulder length, black
Eyes: Blue
Face: A little thin, almost always smiling
Skin: a bit pale
Attitude: Cheery and playful
Weapons: A staff about his height, at the top there is a large glowing red orb
Armor: Priest Robes
Skills: A master of teleportation, and very well versed in all other magic
Weaknesses: His magical strength is amazing, but his physical power isn't that strong.
Class: Wizard Scholar
History: Marcus is the leader of a large group of scholars who seek knowledge and spells, or to improve their existing ones. Learing for learning's sake is the height of purpose. Marcus had left the group and his homeland, he supposed that other places would have different magic practiced. So he left, and has been gone for two years, and has found nothing important. He did find a few things, but nothing big. He had created and discovered spells that could do what many though impossible. He refuses to go home untill he gets something worth the trip.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:27 pm
Race: "Boring, Brown Human" Human
Age: Sixteen
Height: 5"6
Weight: "Fat chance!"
Hair: Past shoulders, white
Eyes: Big, Fierce, Amber
Face: Semi-sharp features, small nose, thin eye-brows and mouth
Skin: Soft, Pale
Attitude: Aggressive, all about action, Often rude
Weapons: A large, steel spiked club
Armor: A long skirt and puffy blouse, a piece of steel armor fastened round her lower torso, and large spiked gauntlets and spiked Boots. She added lots of padding on the inside so that they fit better. A small crown on her head that doesn't seem to fall off. (She has it tied down under her hair.
Skills: Smashing, pounding, yelling, pursuasion
Weaknesses: She's too angry, and too eager to get into a fight. She's fast and furious with her club, but often is left open when swinging it around.
Class: Warrior, berserker
History: Pilgrim grew up with her parents and three brothers in a castle. She didn't spend time with other young ladies in the castle, she perfered to be with her brothers. Though her parents wondered why, they didn't question it. At least she and her brother's wern't at each others throats. So they didn't do anything about it. Due to her comany, Pilgrim didn't really catch many female mannerisms, though she did enjoy playing as the queen in her brothers games. Although, she wasn't the queen who sat in a throne room. Sarah perfered to battle on the front lines in their games. That, and the fact that they only had four players, and that her brothers like to gang up on her. At first she always lost, and then her brothers would have her bound into slavery or beheaded. Though over time playing these mock battles, she grew much stronger, and a much better fighter than all of her brothers. By fourteen, she found herself able to dispatch the three of them within a few seconds. For a couple years, she did spend time with her mother, going to games and such. Pilgrim attended a tournament, and got the idea of fighting with weapons. She gathered her brothers, and they were able to get some armor. Sarah tried a full suit, but didn't like it. She was very much decreased in speed, which was gave her power over her brothers, who were stronger and could much more easily wear the armor without being slowed. So, she shed most of it,the arms, the legs, helmet, and upper torso. In the first fight with armor and weapons, they refused. They didn't was to end up hurting her, seeing her lack of defense. So she beat them all down until they started to fight. It was harder to lift her hands, but it build her strength up more, lifting her feat with the heavy boots on. She almost always won. Not that she didn't get scratched up, but she made up for those with turning her brothers into walking bruises. On her fifteen birthday, Sarah's brothers gave her a three-foot, steel spiked club as a joke, because she used a light short sword and didn't think she would be able to use it.. The next day the fought, she was using the club. During that fight, she gave them enough regret for a lifetime.
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