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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:42 pm
Dark Haven is a small desert town where it is blisteringly hot during the day and deathly cold at night. The population is very small, and those who live in Dark Haven are the ones who run businesses such as hotels and shops. Dark Haven is right off the main road of a major travel route, and a majority of its visitors are due travelers getting caught in the cold during the night or their vehicles breaking down due to heat of the day.
Please introduce your character in this thread.
Your character sheet doesn't have to conform to any standard, but people make sure other gamers know at least a little about your character, where he or she came frome, what he or can do, ect. I will delete topics that look like this:
Name: InsertCharacterName
Interests: Stuff
Your characters can be any race, religion or occupation.
Your characters may have any power you wish.
Your characters may be from any universe you wish.
If you character has a pet or a sidekick, please make sure to RP them properly.
Your characters should not be all powerful.
You may not post in areas of Dark Haven without introducing him or her first.
Please do not RPG more than once character.
Exception: If someone leaves, gets grounded, goes on vacation and GIVES YOU PERMISSION TO CONTROL HIS OR HER CHARACTER IN HIS OR HER ABSENCE.
When starting your own business in Dark Haven, please state your own rules. Do not break the main guild rules with your business rules!
NPCs and Minor Characters
Okay, in every RP there are always some characters about town that aren't really intregral to the plot or story but are there all the same. This section is going to list those characters so that if a character is needed the information is right here.
Mr. Jonas McKrea Mr. McKrea is the owner of the Local Bank, surprisingly successful because of the number of travelers and tourists who stop in.
Miss Hatley Miss Hatley is Mr. McKrea's secretary and receptionist.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 5:14 pm
Name: Tank
Age: Unknown
Race: Fallen Angel
Physical Descripton: Tank has dark brown hair, styled (if you can really call it that) in a messy mop of chaos, short in the back and long in the front. He is constantly pushing it out of his green eyes, but it falls right back into them. He stands about six foot two, and weighs an unknown amount, as he refuses t check. He's muscular and tanned (as most Dark Haven people are) and always wears a ragged black tank top and torn up blue jeans with a faded brown leather belt. He has a wide array of tattoos that travel up both his arms and spread onto his back and chest. Sometimes his wears a tattered baseball cap, plagued by sundry holes and tears. On the palm of his hand is a tattoo of a pair of crossed sabres surrounded by holly branches. He wears and easy smile that can't easily be wiped away. His wings are shiny black feathers with red tips.
Personality Description: He's easygoing and very laid back. He have a very sly and sarcastic sense of humor. It takes a lot to rattle him, and he never shows others what he's truly thinking, always covering it up with some dry remark. Little is know about his past, not even to himself, as much of his memory was erased seven years ago when he came to Dark Haven.
History: Not much to tell. He was found badly wounded and nearly dead in the desert just outside Dark Haven. He was wearing a military uniform, but no one recognized it. His name tag had been badly damaged, and the only part of it that was readable was "T---N--A--K---." Hence he was called Tank, by a little girl who hadn't seen that the letters were switched. The name stuck. The woman who had found him was kind and nursed him back to health, but she disappaeared from Dark Haven some time ago.
Occupation: Barkeep: Tank's Tavern.
Abilities: There's not a lot known about his abilities, but when he's angered, may people reporting "having a funny feeling" and things have been known t disappear and reappear very distorted. Electicity has flickered and static has taken over phone conversations. The disturbance dies down with his mood. He also has what he calls "divine intervention" which is simply a healing ability.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 7:10 pm
Name: Lord Sumire Ashihara, but goe by "Shi"
Age: a few months past 9,863 years.
Race: a Vampiric Shifter, commonly found in "human" form.
Occupation: A bartender at the Bloodlust, a bar in the mountains north of Dark Haven, as well as the Lord of two Kingdoms, Azraeth and Nephiras: Azraeth being of an Angelic descent, and Nephiras being of a Chaotic descent, each in their own realms.
Physical description: Shi stands at about 5'3", most of her height being her legs. She had a nice figure and wasn't overendowed in the chest area. Her hair was wavy and short, and was once a deep maroon color, which matched her wings, which were about a foot and a half long, and almost as wide, with curling maroon feathers. Until recently, her hair and wings stayed as such, and short story short, her grey hair and wings now stand as a marker. To be more specific, the Mark of the Agrei. Though, few outside of Azraeth know what it means. She had many outfits, and they generally were red and black, depending on her mood. Her eyes were usually a medium to light grey, and darkened or even changed color with her mood. She was fit, but not overly muscular, but thin and lanky looking, due to her long legs and arms. She was usually smiling, when she was awake. her pale skin is unusal in Dark Haven, as she cannot stand heat. She usually appears out of doors wrapped from her to toe in clothing, a cape draped over her entire self.
Personality description: Shi is outgoing and pretty much layed back. It takes alot to annoy her, but once she is, all hell will break loose. She usually only fights in defense, or when she is asked to, but if she feels the need, she doesn't hold back. Shi is fun and energetic, as she is constantly eating, due to her high metabolism. With her ability to eat nonstop and not gain an ounze, she is sometimes referred to as a bottomless pit. She likes to mess with people's minds in various and random ways, but never crosses the line. If she does, she is quick to atone for it. She prefers the cold, and can be seen at night wearing almost nothing at all, but always decent.
History: She came to Dark Haven recently, while being pursued by an assassin during her last war. She feels her past has a connection with Amadeous, though she doesn't know why. Though a peaceful person by nature, she is a relentless fighter, which has brought up many wars in the past Mkla (the Azraethian season equivalent to Earth's Autumn, which lasts about 5 of Earth's months), including the one that brought her here to Dark Haven.
Ability and Battle Information: She has a variety of weapons, ranging from acupuncture needles to more destructive items such as massive axes. She uses her powers often, but mostly for healing and good acts like that. Her powers are a combination of angelic, chaotic, and demonic, and her trueform is of a wind ssprite, though she rarely is seen in that form to conceal her identity from her foes. Her shifting ability allowas her to take the form of any animal she has seen personally, including other humans. Through her long life-span, Shi has learned much magic and many skills, but is not all-powerful. Her weakness is well hidden, and can only be taken advantage of while her eyes have turned black, bubt some lesser weaknesses include her want to help others, being overly trusting, and her dedication.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 8:33 am
Name: Rien
Age: Approximately 2500 years old
Race: Elf
Physical Descripton: Rien is, like most elves, beautiful, but not so obviously. She has black hair (not ususal in elves- dark brown is normally the darkest) down to her lower back. She obvoiusly has pointed, elven ears, but with no piercings at present. Her eyes are a bright, crystal blue and are very beautiful. She is not exceedingly tall, like most elves, but average height: about 5'7". She has a nice figure, and is athletic, but does not particularly flatter her figure. She normally wears black leggings, a black tunic, black boots, gloves, a quiver, two swords and holds a bow. Her hair is often half up or down, so you can see her ears. This is her outfit for training, fighting and when she is out. However, when she is relaxed or entertaining, she often wears her hair down and may wear a dress.
Personality Description: She's not overally confident or friendly unless in the mood to be so. However, she is very kind when she wants to be. She sometimes has a short temper, but forgives easily. It is easy to relax around her when you've made friends with her. She can appear rather quiet and frightening at first though. Just be kind (but not patronising) and give her a chance.
History: Not much is known about her past. She doesn't talk about it, but she sometimes mentions a younger sister and an older brother.
Occupation: None. But she can adapt to anything you offer her, as she gives everything a go.
Abilities: Typical elven abilities: Brilliant eyesight and hearing. None else discovered yet...
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 11:04 am
Name: Nolah
Age: Unknown though appears to be 19
Background: Nolah is the illicit child of a Nobleman, Lord Emrys and a courtesan Edana(a cat girl) in the far off country of Oichitonn. When the lovers realized that Edana was with child Emrys had her smuggled from the palace, knowing that his family would have her and the child killed. Edana stayed in touch with Emrys for years after they parted but kept Nolah oblivious who thought her father to be dead. When Nolah was 12, her mother was struck down by illness and confessed Emrys' existance. She died shortly after. Nolah, who had already shown promising talent in the field of dancing (seductive but not a stripper-think eastern dancing) made an exchange with a well known instuctor-she would cook and clean so to speak for lessons and board. At 17 she struck out and left Alai, hired for many parties and other events she managed to pay her way from town to town. Most people looked down on her and considered her no better than a prostitute. Finally she came to Dark Haven, where she is currently lodging in Moonbit Inn. The people there are non-judgmental and accepting and she is finally considering making a home for herself. Though she thinks about her father often she refuses to find him, assuming that he is married and has a family of his own now.
Appearance: Nolah has long dark hair, pale skin and almond-shaped eyes the color of amber. Her ears-those of a cat are a shade lighter than her hair. She has full lips and thick lashes and on her cheeks she bears the marks of a tiger-two dark stripes. These marks also adorn her thighs and upper arms. She has a very fit body being a dancer but likes to have a softness to her appearance so does not strive for rock-hard visible musles. She has wide hips and generous thighs, a fact which she is completely comfortable with. When she isn't working she tends to wear long skirts and tank-tops/t-shirts. When is working she wears very revealing clothes and smears khol around her eyes and wears much in the way of jewelry.
Personality: Nolah is very guarded about her past and when asked about it, usually lies. When she seeks information she feels no guilt in using her allure to obtain it though she loves to read and would happily spend hours looking some odd fact up in a book or a bunch of scrolls. Despite the gaurdedness, she is not unfriendly and when she genuinely cares about someone she will do anything for them and is not opposed to romance...she just hasn't found the right man after a series of disasterous relationships.
Other: None for now
Photo: Will hire someone to draw a picture of her-am currently searching through some art shops smile
Abilities: She does have hints of telepathy, and can sometimes move things with her mind if needed-or in extreme emotion.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:36 pm
Name: Keriana Williams
Appearance: That of a young woman of her early twenties. Sparkly green eyes, shoulder length red (not ginger-- red) hair, lightly tanned skin. About 5'6, slender and vaguely curvy in the right clothes. On the same note, could possibly pose for an feminine looking male in different clothes. Pianist's hands-- long, slender fingers. Not the strongest, physically, but could probably hold her own long enough to... run away.
Style: Varies greatly. Generally eccentric. Likes making her own clothes. Is very rarely seen without her rainbow toe socks. She favors long, layered floaty skirts (she twirls. a lot.) and tank tops, but occasionally will dress completely in black, or don a short skirt and jean jacket, just to throw people. She's an accessory fiend and has lots of jewlery, hair things, and bags. Despises the annoying handbags and prefers messanger bags-- things you can actually PUT things in.
Personality: Quirky. Rather moody, but generally hyperactive and bouncy. When caffeinated, calms down quite a bit, into some sort of vaguely logical person. When in a place without caffeine, will randomly burst into songs, tackleglomp random people, and generaly be an annoyance... or an amusement. Has a strange sense of humor that varies from cynical to completely insane. Firmly maintains that the world would be a better place if everyone in it was caffeinated.
History: Long, in depth, and more than I could ever hope to type out. Came from Earth, seperated from herself to a new dimension, found two others, they made a dream dimension, she became Keriana, lots of magic and frolicking and utterly dysfunctional problems that were ignored in the face of a 'perfect' world. Continously travels through dimensions, so we'll assume that's how she got here. Her homeworld is named Syrenia. Apt name, though again, not getting into it...
Blah blah blah: Has magic based on her world. When not on her world, her magic comes from her own essence instead of the world around her. If the world she's on has laws of magic, her own will be made to conform to those. Her magic is long and detailed and has a lot of minirules, all of which are way, way, way too length to explain. Essentially, she can do a lot of things, but she has to figure out how to do them, first. Usually uses magic for mundane things like transformation of various things, healing, or teleporting.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 1:30 pm
Name: Christophe
Physical Description: He is of medium height with silver hair and golden eyes. He has been compared to a wolf many times. At least, until he takes off his trench coat and unveils his natural wings: then people say he looks like an angel, though not one you'd want as a guardian. He is lanky and thin, seeing as how he can fly and isn't into weight building.
History: He has no idea where he came from. He has no idea how he ended up in this town. (Well, he knows he walked, but he doesn't count that.) His wings, though natural, are unnatural in the same sense because he wasn't technically born with them. He should simply be a regular human, but before he was born, his genetics were toyed with, and he was given the features and characteristics he has now. He also doesn't know his family, as he is a 'lab baby' and they keep their children. He surmises he is from Slil-- a science-based community where if you are not testing, you are being tested on.
Mannerisms: He is a shy fellow, but likeable once you get to know him. His sense of humor is very off, things most people find funny he does not, and what he finds funny most people do not. He tends to fidget with his hands. He is constantly making a motion with his fingers like he is trying to wipe off dirt or dust-- even when there is nothing there. He loves to talk about politics, philosophy or events happening in the world. While he doesn't mind chatter, it is not his favorite thing.
Clothing: He only has one thing he always wears: a trench coat. Not because he likes it, but because he feels funny when his wings show. Underneath he wears many different things: jeans and a t-shirt, formal black suit, nothing, or bright colors. He is also very particular about his jewelery. He always wears a necklace with a wing on it and a watch. Even though he can instantly tell the time by the sun, he likes the feel of a watch on his wrist.
Likes: He loves to fly. While his wings often make situations awkward, he loves them because he can do things no one else can do. He especially loves to soar on bright clear days when it is very windy: the drafts are the best then. He loves to learn as well. Hence why he talks about the things he does.
Dislikes: Rain and unwanted water. Whenever it rains, he stays indoors. He has gotten into fights because a shop will be closing and he will refuse to leave because it is raining outside. This is not to say he doesn't bathe, he does, but only on his own time and when he is in control of the water. He also dislikes fights because they happen to him often. He hates people. He has no confidence or optimism towards the human race. While he knows he is cynical and bitter, it doesn't bother him because of some of things he has experienced (ie: nam-calling, betrayal, being run-out-of-towns, etc...) Having said that, I should point out that he does love life, he just hates the people he meets while enjoying life.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:43 pm
Name: Syl Kit
Race: Elf
Age: About 142 (just reached adulthood)
Description: His hair is cut surprisingly short, coming down just far enough for the edges to touch his jawline. It's quite blond, though the past few years of working inside and underground have darkened it to a light brown. His eyes match his green tunic. He has a very good sense of clothing and wears whatever he thinks is appropriate for an occasion, but his favorite outfit is a green tunic with some comfortable leather leggings, complete with an old pair of boots that still fit him perfectly. His usual expression around humans is one of competence, and of good humor. His usual expression about his own kind, however, is one of bewilderment.
History: His family history is not clear, but somehow he wound up being raised by his father in a human city. He visited an elven city for the first time when he was twenty, and managed to annoy and frighten the elves there just enough for them to ask him to never come back. He wasn't very impressed for his part, so he continued to live with humans, even after his father succumbed to a strange human sickness.
He's run into a few others of his race, and still can't quite figure out what's so special about being an elf. He's willing to do the lowest jobs human can give someone as long as he gets decent pay for it, and because of that he's managed to gain respect from his fellow villagers.
For the past ten years, he's been casting regular basic spells to protect a village's miners from collapsing tunnels while they worked during the day. But when he fell ill unexpectedly from the drain of the constant spells (they continue to drain from him until he releases them), the spells ended and one of the tunnels collapsed, killing three villagers. He was quickly kicked out of the village.
Now he's wandering, trying to figure out what to do with himself.
Abilities: Can cast protective magics and knows how to use a sword.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 6:15 pm
Name: Lyra Kynthia
Race: Sidhe (pronounced Shee)
Info about Sidhe:Faeries have always been a bit of a mystery and have always been alluring to mortals. The Sidhe (pronounced Shee) are the most alluring of all. If this was Middle Earth, they would the the Elves of the Faerie world. The Sidhe are the aristrocratic Faeries. After some research I found that they have been described as beautiful, handsome, tall, slender, soft-skinned, skilled musicians, with long flowing hair, brilliantly clothed (usually in white-here I bend the rules because I love color), translucent, intricate wings that can appear and disappear at will, and they usually dwelling underground, underwater or on a floating island. But despite all of this, the fey are very michevous and the Shee in particular can become very malevolent when they feel threatened or are disturbed. Usually this applies to mortals but Faeries have been known to fight amongst themselves. Marriage and love between cousins and other non-direct family members is perfectly accepted, only that between parent and child and siblings is forbidden. It should be mentioned that The Sidhe are only rivaled in beauty by their minature counterparts the Daoine Sidhe(Deena Shee).
Appearance: Lyra has dark brown, curly hair that reaches to her waist. She has dark green eyes and olive coloured skin with freckles barely visible on her nose and cheeks. She's slender though healthy and has a Japanese phrase tattooed on her back and is considered to be naturally beautiful. Though she has what others call a gorgeous body, she rarely shows it off and often wears clothing that hides her figure. Being a Sidhe, she also has medium sized wings that are a pale but bright colour of green, often compared to those of a Lunar Moth. She can make these wings disappear and re-appear whenever she wishes.
Background: Lyra grew up in the Sidhe court, a great-niece of the queen. At the age of 50 Lyra suffered through a rebellion in which her great-aunt and family were either captured or killed. She was smuggled out of the palace by a loyal servant and was left to fend for herself. She traveled from place to place but after 100 years of travel she became weary and has decided to make a quasi-home for herself in Dark Haven, the latest place she has been to.
Personality: Lyra is viewed as being shy and secretive, but is very friendly when approached by someone new. She can be kind and gentle, but when feeling threatened she will become defensive and may see you as an enemy. Whatever her mood, she can see the beauty in everyone and finds the simplest of things delightful.
Other: At one point while travelling she met Nolah and the two struck up a friendship though circumstances forced them to part ways. She came to dark haven unaware of Nolah's being there.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 11:19 am
Name: Herinoah Skendenisha, everyone calls him Hero though.
Age: Early 20's
Gender: Male
Race: "A very obscure race no one talks about", is what he likes to say.
Appearance: Hero is a very tall and thin fellow, not an ounce of fat... or muscle for that matter, on him. His eyes are a dark and intense shade of grey that varies with the light and his hair is a rather deep shade of forest green. He tends to wear his hair rather long, to about his shoulder blades and is cut in such a way that it hangs unevenly before his eyes. It is also rather thin and feathery, rather easily shifted by even a breath of wind. His face is an odd one, with a stern jaw and hard expression, but his grey eyes are rather slanted and gentle looking and are set beneath thin brows. His skin is also rather pale, perhaps even unhealthily so, and his nose is small for a man's and rather delicate looking. He is rather dashing to most lady folk.
Hero's unhuman like atributes besides his odd coloured hair are his feet that he leaves bare... they have three toes each, two set in the front and the third set at the back for balance. They have black claws and are sort of scaley like a birds and they are quite thick skinned (his legs are jointed differently from a humans so that these feet don't make him trip all over the place). Another strange atirubte is the man's ears, while both pointed and sprouting emerald coloured feathers just at the tips. Lastly, he has a marvelous green feathered (colours ranging from aqua to the blackest greens) tail sprouting from his rump and exceptionally long fingered hands. His bones are also hallow so he weighs ABSOLUTELY nothing.
The man tends to wear robes... mostly green since this seems to be the running theme in him, and they are always trimmed in silver and are made of fine silks and velvets. He doesn't look cheap, that's for sure. Beneath these robes he also wears soft leather pants... and he likes to wear silver bracelets. Wai.
Personality: At first glance this is the sort of man you see sitting alone in a corner... an intense expression on his face and a strong silence. He looks to be the kind of fierce loner that you really don't want to mess with, but oh no... Talk to him and he will give such a jump you'll jump. He just makes that face when he is thinking really hard about something. He is really quite a smart man... not in the ways of common sense, mind you... but in the ways of books! He is a foolish boy who fell in love with books and has been with them ever since.
Hero is a coward... blood makes him faint and the idea of fighting is so barbaric! he tends to act very nervous whenever a fight breaks out and usually ends up winning them through luck... or IS he? No one really knows. He is a strange, STRANGE man... and often says more than he should. He loves to talk. A LOT. Sometimes he'll get going and you can't stop the man! Also, he makes himself out to be very weak and jumpy... he is really quite the clutz. Trips over his tail feathers just about all the time... and, well, there is Hero for you.
Though, be warned, he really IS smart so you never know if he really is a push over... or just acting. He does like to avoid things if he can help it.
History: Ask him, he'll tell you... and tell you... and tell you. *snorts* And yet again tell you some more! I mean it all starts out with: "I was born on a cold day in the middle of..." And then end with: "And now I am here talking to you!" And go full circle again if you don't stop him.
Other: He is indeed a birdish creature, so at times he can transform into a bird form. It looks more like a hawk than anything and is varying colours of green with a VERY long tail and a VERY large wing span. Very pretty bird, to say in the least. He also can't hold his alcohol... at all. One sip he is tipsy! And lastly... he is a book collector... so he travles about in search for rare books and all that hoohah with his faithful steed Michael!... who is indeed a rather large looking badger upon which he rides. A good strong animal, if not a little grouchy. The end.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:21 am
Name: Elure (pronounced El-ure-ay)
Age: Approximately 2600 years old
Race: Elf
Physical Descripton: Elure is tall, like most elves, and blonde. He has bright blue eyes, and is very good looking, again- like most elves. He is strong, with muscular arms so that he can use the bow and arrow easily, and is very fit and athletic. He looks very different to Rien, although they have the same parents.
Personality Description: Unlike his sister, he is confident, loud and a happy person. He is friendly and easy to get on with, and is very caring and considerate. However, if you get on the wrong side of him, he won't let you forget it.
History: He is much more talkative than Rien, but won't talk about her past- it's not fair on her. He has two younger sisters, one very like him (Elen), and Rien. He had a normal life, until Rien vanished.
Occupation: None. But he can adapt to anything you ask him to... like Rien!
Abilities: Typical elven abilities: Brilliant eyesight and hearing. Also can heal, but not huge wounds- ie: he cannot prevent death; is a little psychic, but not really when he chooses.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 11:19 am
Name: Amadeus Kage aka Forte
Age: Unknown
Race: Fallen Angel
Physical Descripton: Forte is the spitting image of Tank, a perfect twin. The only difference lies in distinguishing features, where Forte sports a large scar that runs from the top of his forhead, over his eye, and down to his jaw line. His two canine teeth were filed into fangs when he was younger, and those are visible when he grins, as he often likes to do. Don't get him wrong though, he's not smiling at you. His little grins are a sign of what's to come. If one could say that there is always an evil twin and a good twin, Forte would be the evil one. The VERY evil one. There is a tattoo on the palm of his hand of two crossed swords surrounded by a circle of holly banches. This is his mark and has yet to have its meaning revealed.
Personality Description: He's a dark one, he is. He likes to chat people up, act very friendly, but his is not the kind of friendship anyone likes. He'll sit beside you and talk about the tea you're drinking, but with the way he says it, be might as well be telling you he's going to gouge your eyes out and eat them with his stir fry. He laughs at his own jokes, and it all around pretty abnoxious. He's not someone you really want to mess with, considering the power he has. He's been trained very well by his elders, and knows how to kill in any number of ways. When threatened, his annoying sense of humor fails him and he falls into a menacing silence, and that's a sound you never want to hear.
History: Despite his image as a twin, he and Tank are not brothers. It is unclear of where exactly Tank and Forte came from, so it is likewise unclear of why they look so similiar. They are not blood related. That is for sure. They were, however, partners in a rouge squadron that served a city somewhere across the world. This squadron specialized in taking down political protestors and destroying evidence of any sort of disgruntlment with the King. At their hands people had disappeared without a trace, mysteriously fallen into comas, found inexplicibly murdered in the park. The squadron followed orders the way they were supposed to, until eventually, they grew weary of it. Their methods of killing became more brutal. People were found torn apart, missing limbs, and flayed completely. The King began to fear them. He tried to call them off. He tried to make them stop. He was found in his bedchambers. He teeth were found in the cook's soup, his eyes in the bathrooms, and his head in his daughter's room, sitting upon her night table, staring eyelessly. The squadron was never found, despite the manhunt that ensued. No one knows where they ended up, if even if they are still alive. Forte and Tank had an altercation when Tank decided he wanted to leave the squadron. They has settled somewhere in a smallish town and were acting as an force for a group of scientists who were doing experiments of the towns people. If one of the experiments got out of hand, the squadron terminated it. If families complained, they were likewise terminated... (this is a direct reference to Amanda's character).
Tank and Forte had their little "disagreement," and Tank disappeared without a trace. Now Forte's found him.
Occupation: Assassin in the West Cross Sword Squardron
Abilities: His abilities include martial arts, advanced weapon proficency, gunmanship, healing ability, and an insight into Tank's unknow ability...a unique hold over space and time. His downfall, however, comes as a sensitivity to cold, so much that he has a hard time functioning in battle, and the fact that his emotions often run wild, making him an easy target for a telepath.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 4:14 pm
Note: Okay, some of you may recognize the pictures as Kyo, vocalist and lyricist of Japan rock group Dir en Grey. When I was making this character, Kyo kept popping up in my head so I incorperated a lot of Kyo into the character. Hope none of you mind.
Username: x_Shinya_x
Character Name: Waru
Race: Human, Immortal (slightly different from the immortals you may be familiar with from 'The Highlander', because he can indeed reproduce and his piercings, which he's added to since his first death did not close up almost immediately. They healed as natural piercings would. He has several scars from injuries recieved after he became 'immortal' ...oh and he can still get sick, just if the illness kills him he'll come back to life)
Age: Appears to be in his twenties, though his actual age is unknown
Appearance:
 
TATTOOS
Though he is of Japanese heritage, he has dyed his hair blond and wears contacts almost every day-mostly blue or white ones. His hair has been a variety of shades and colors but he always goes back to blond eventually. His piercings are very important to him as are his tattoos, which he carries on both arms. His sense of style is highly individual. He sometimes even steps out in a traditional kimono or something old fashion from his culture though he's most comfortable in (tight and torn usually)jeans and a t-shirt. He takes delight in sometimes scaring people with his appearance but has toned it down only slightly, though he can be very casual as well.He's not terribly tall in stature but he has a slender, well toned body and an artists hands. He has an amazing range of expressions and it's not odd to find blood somewhere on his body as he's always been entranced by it, whether its by his own hand or someone elses.
Personality: His moods can change at the turn of a hat so to speak. He can be very gentle, very happy, funny, full of rage, terribly depressed etc. Name an emotion and he can be it or has experienced it to it's fullest. He's very loyal to those he cares about, and will lay down his life for them (has died several times to protect someone) and is fiercely protective. His temper is something that shouldn't however be tested. He tends to get angry at things that don't seem like a big deal to others. He's very poetic and good with words though he does have a mouth on him as the saying goes and sometimes people have to warn him to watch his language. He's very energetic but loves to sleep. He is always thinking dark thoughts and always manages to relate them to paper in a song, though sometimes obscure his lyrics are terribly disturbing to some. Overall, he's a very complicated person. Sometimes when he's trying to be scary however some others tend to constrew it as 'cute'. If a person values their sanity and sometimes life, they should refrain from calling him cute. You only get away with it (barely and with a tongue lashing) if he likes you.
History: He first died when he was in his early twenties, he thinks twenty five. He can't remember much about his life before that, his family, where he lived. All he knew was that he was Japanese and he stayed in Japan for a while, trying to discover what had happened. He finally met another immortal who explained what he was. He trained in the art of sword fighting (as it is essential for an Immortal to stay alive) and after he felt he'd mastered that he went traveling around the world, and to other worlds, for experience and to find answers. After a while, he came back to Japan where he fronted a rock group for several years. The group disbanded and he went traveling again and has found his way to Dark Haven.
Powers/Abilities: He's immortal so he can't die...or rather he can die and just get up and go again. He's very talented with a sword. He's an amazing poet/lyricist and singer.
Other: N/A as of yet.
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