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I'm Gonna Share my original Character that i createdc with help from a friend.

Character Name: Chamonde FlameBringer
Birthday: September 27th
Age: 25
Nickname: Sparky
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Job Class: Knight/Spell Blade (FlameBringer Knight)
Appearance: Orange hair,Green eyes,Muscular
Elemental: Fire
Weapon(s): Flametongue,Blue Flametongue
Personality: Calm,Nice,Strong,Lovable very dangerous if angered
Bio: Not Much is Known about Sir Chamonde Flamebringer born and raised in the town of fireburg he grew to be a Knight of great skill and power that surpassed even his long forgotten father Flaregon FlameBringer He is the new wielder of the mythical True Fire Rune.


The name's Chamonde and I'm a Flamebringer Knight


What I'm equipped with:
Weapons/Armor:
Flametongue - Customized Fire based sword that has: Break Damage Limit, First Strike, Initiative, Evade & Counter, One MP Cost, and Firestrike.
Blue Flametongue - Rare, blue flamed sword that cuts a path through the wielder's enemies.
Dragoon Helmet - Helmet that belonged to a famous Dragoon.
Flamebringer Armor - Armor belonging to the knights of the Flamebringer Order that is customizable. It contains: Ice Eater, Water Eater, Auto-Wall, Auto-Phoenix, Life Preserver, and Stopproof.

Accessories: (Only 6 Accessories allowed)
Flamebringer Bracer - Bracer belonging to the knights of the Flamebringer Order that is customizable. It contains: Defense +20, Magic Defense +20, HP +30%, MP +30%, Auto-Med, and Turbo MP.

Extras: (5 allowed)
X-Potion x99 -
Phoenix Down x99 -
Elixir x99 -
Fire Bombs x99 -
Ice Bombs x99 -

Spellblade Magicks:

Level 1: Fire
Level 2: Blind, Sleep
Level 3: Fira
Level 4: Drain
Level 5: Firaga
Level 7: Firaja
Level 8: Flare

Summon Magicks:

Level 1: Bomb
Level 3:Golem
Level 4: Ifrit
Level 5: Salamander
Level 6: Phoenix,Bahamut

Black Magicks:

Level 1: Fire, Sleep
Level 2: Aura, Slow
Level 3: Fira, Blind
Level 4: Nuke, Oil, Haste
Level 5: Firaga,Meteor
Level 6: Flare, Drain
Level 7: Firaja, Meltdown
Level 8: Flareja, Merton, Ardor

White Magicks:

Level 1: Lamp, Sight, Scan
Level 2: NulBlaze, NulFrost
Level 3: Protect, Blind
Level 4: Berserk
Level 5: Protega
Level 6: Cleanse, Dispel
Level 7: Bravery, Might
Level 8: Refresh, Dispelga

FlameBringer Skills and spells:
Dancing Flames
Blazing Wall
Explosion
Final Flame
Fire Storm
Fire Strike
Fire shield
FireBall
Mega Flare
Flare sword

My Actions in Battle:
Commands: (8 total)
!Fight
!Spellblade Magicks
!Summon Magicks
!Black Magicks
!White Magicks
!Doublecast
!Lancet
!Cheer
!Focus
!Item
FlameBringer Skills

Reaction: (5 total)
Hamedo
Regenerator
Adrenaline Rush
Return Magicks
Dragonheart

Support: (10 total)
Eq Spears
Concentrate
Dual Wield
Safeguard
Swiftness
Fire Boost
Summon Boost
Fire Eater
Sleepproof
Auto-Haste

Movement: (5 total)
Move +3
Jump +3
Lavawalking
Ignore Terrain
Ignore Height

Combo:
Knight Combo

Garment Grid: (1 total)
Heart of Flame

Stellar Chart: (1 total)
Libra

Copyrighted By: Chamonde FlameBringer

His hair is naturally Orange hes an original character what do you expect...

Name: Shale T. Anderson (later known as: Dr. Shale T. Anderson)
Picture: (By Me) http://choco-kun.deviantart.com/art/Erin-and-Shale-62844961
Hair: Black, almost black enough to have a bluish tint in the light. He typically wears it losely spiked.
Eyes: Blue

Physical Discription: Shale is something to behold when you see him. I mean, not every day to you run into a man well over 6 feet tall, with a heavy build, tan, dark hair, a set of gently curving horns that grow from just behind his hairline and point back, and a lion's tail. Oh yeah, he also has slightly bucked front teeth, a tattoo on his left bicep, and speaks with west coast surfer's lingo.

That's Shale. He's a transformed human... he got like that from his discovery of his magical talents. He's a Luck Mage, capable of casting spells of both Good Luck and Bad Luck.

Good example of his skills:

He and his team (in a stolen car, we have a team member named Ace to blame for that one) are being chased by a were-wolf... an enhanced were wolf.
He's gaining... we're panicking! ... Shale? He turns around in the backseat, points to the werewolf and says softly: "Trip"
... and the werewolf trips... tumbles and crashes into an ally while we get away.

XD I loved that part.

He's friendly, loves gaming and (what else?) the beach and surfing.

He was a real blast to play, and his medical background helped keep the rest of the gang in tact long enough to go kill the demon-box-possessed-pope.

Fun times!

Previous art commissions.






Lim Dule

Abandoned by his father on the day of his birth. His mother in the strictest of poverty raised Lim Dule. Lim was different from the average children in ways that frightened most. His deep crimson eyes are a cursed reminder of the blasphemous b*****d he was born to be. His body was slender, a perfect example of freakish gothic beauty. Lim was not too terribly strong and so he quickly learned to take a beating rather than to fight back. His body seemed to bruise far less easily than most people. This fact made it appealing for the town’s people to vent their brutality upon him.
Necessity led Lim to theft. Lim only stole the food he had needed at first. Later money became far more important. Little did he know that the town had been keeping records of every thing that had gone missing over the years. Soon signs where being posted. A town meeting had been called to order. Little happened in there quaint little town. So when people gathered Lim could not resist the opportunity to see what was going on. What better situation to pick the pockets of the wealthy.
The council was in full deliberation as Lim watched from the balcony rafters far above. He smirked to himself as he heard them blame the missing objects on bad omens and dark magic. No prospect came of Lim’s presence. As the proceeding ended Lim found himself drawn to dark shadows dancing by candlelight. He had become quite comfortable with the night. This darkness seemed as awkwardly drawn to him as he to it. The more he focused on it the larger it became. An eerie chill etched through his blood causing him to grip the rafter tightly. What it was that unnerved him he could not make out. Slowly and instinctively he turned his head to peer behind himself. Only to find that the darkness had some how moved to that position. Curious he reached to touch it. Nothing was all it was, and nothing was what it became. The darkness faded as soon as he out reached his hand. Pleased by the strange event Lim decided to leave for home.
Just out side the city Lim lived in a run down wooden shack with his mother. The shack was moldy dilapidated and nearly falling apart. He was likely born in this house. He had never ventured any farther out side of the village than his own home. Despite this squallier of its existence Lim’s home was peaceful. Since it was just out side the city limits no one came around and no taxes need to be paid.
Lim followed the trail as he has since he was very young. Thought the farmers fields and passed the Willow Grove. This evening Lim was far too exited about his discovery to notice the crackling sound among the usual breeze. Nearing his home Lim noticed a redden glow. His eyes widen. “Fire”, he gasped. Lim ran desperately to see what had caught fire. When he got close enough the sight was far beyond his worst nightmare. Several towns’ people encircled the small fire. Lim held back peering into the center that held his mother burning. Great pain and sadness swept over Lim. His mother was already dead. There was nothing he could do. The town people’s deed had been dealt. With torches in hand they set towards town. One man rubbing smoke from his eyes caught a glimpse of Lim. The man shouted “Hey a boy”, and pointed his finger in Lim’s direction. Other villagers rose there voices. “It must be the witch’s child!” a women screamed. “Kill it before the devil comes to claim it”, a man shouted. Lim frozen in fear could only think about what he could have done to protect his mother. “If only…” he thought. “If only I had stayed home.” The villagers began throwing rocks and sharp objects at him. “If only I had not stolen so much.” Lim stood there deep in thought as projectile after projectile struck him. “If only I hadn’t stayed watching that shadow.” A tear fell from Lim’s eye as darkness quickly surrounded him.
Lim seemingly disappeared before them. The villagers became frightened and angry. The villagers tossed torches on Lim’s house and quickly hurried home.