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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 7:02 pm
if you're going to be part of this guild you need a bio
(2 bio maximum)
post it here
example:
Name: blade
Age: around 500
Race: 1/2 demon/1/2 human/?
Occupation: ninja/other
Appearance: around 6', with very long silver hair, his eyes are narrow and his iris' are blood red. usualy has an emotionless facial expresion, and has a long black trench coat, a pair of black pants and a black shirt
Weapons: two fore arm blades, 50 shuriken and 50 kunai, and a blood stained katana he hardly ever uses, as well as myriad of weapons he stores both in his trench, and in the nexus dimension called the shadow realm
Skills/Abilities: kage jutsu, ninjutsu, natural born ability over shadows.
Personality: lone wolf both by nature and by events in his past, doesnt trust anyone.
Other: doesnt trust any one but if you're on his side and he likes you, he will lay down his life for you with no second thought, but if you're not on his side, and you piss him off, he will stop at nothing to see you dead
bio: doesnt remember much before a traumatic event when he was 200 years old, other than faces, blood, and that no one living knows his real name. when he was around 200, he and 32 of his friends were walking around the forest of aokigahara when they were ambushed by more than 1000 demons, blade and his friends were holding their own until three of them turned their blades against blade and the rest of his friends, killing 15 of them, this sent blade into a rage, and this rage awoke the demon inside of him, azoroth... azoroth killed all of the demons,but also killed the rest of blades friends, but the three who betrayed them, dissapeared. blade awoke to find himself surounded by the bodies of his friends all but one of them dead, and another one M.I.A. blade made a promise to his last friend. and blade dissapeared for 300 years now he fights for reasons he has deemed beyond the understanding of others. and will gladly die to defend his friends, or anyone who needs his help. he still seeks the three who betrayed him and his friends, they were part demon as well, so blade knows they are still alive, and wont rest until he kills them. and finds a way to kill the demon within him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:35 am
Name: Red
Age: 210
Race: 100% Demon
Occupation: Assasin
Appearance: Stands at about 5'7 short golden blonde hair, Red eyes,he wears a long red cloak with dark shoes. Both of his fists are scarred and bleeding. They are covered in black cloth.
Weapons: Katana(Which is rarely used) 25 Shirukens.
Skills/Abilities: An ability in which he removes the black cloth from his fists and a dark force emits around them. He then has the power to create Dark weapons out of the aura.
Personality: Rarely speaks quiet, not necessarily cold hearted.
Other: N/A
bio: Red was born from two human parents. His parents saw his deformity and sent him off to house for strange and unusual children. There Red was abused emotionally and physically by his peers and adults. They would constantly grab Red by the hands and cut him in diffrent parts of his hands. When Reds hands were cut a black aura would emit from them.
One day when Red was being beaten by his leaders he turned on them and tore them limb from limb. Stained with there blood Red was captured and sent to a penetintury(Is that spelled ) Where he was kept for 10 years. Once he was let out of the prison he begant to travel the earth for 200 years searching for someone to accept him. Seeing that there was no kind human on the planet he began to hardern physically and emotionally .
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:44 pm
Name: deku lasanti
Age: 28
Race: human
Occupation: army general/ samurai/ peace keeper
Appearance: around 6', with very long silver hair, his eyes are narrow and his iris' are blood red. usualy has an emotionless facial expresion, and has a long black trench coat, a pair of black pants and a black shirt
Weapons:his armor, katanas, bowe knife
Skills/Abilities: alchemy, ninjutsu
Personality: a nice peace loving man with a wild side, known for being brash and kind hearted
Other: his fame has not reached the land of gaia yet
bio: an army general who has had a tragic past but travels and protects many worlds from darkness
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 11:57 am
Name: Falcon
Age: 10,000
Race: Half drow/ half moon elf
Occupation: merc leader/house wiz in Mezobranzan
Appearance: silvery hair w/ beads in it, Darkish skin. wears a tunic high boots and a dark cloak that allows me to hide in shadows.
Weapons: a long sword that creats lighting bols and charges w/ lighting. also a dirk that changes into any weapon and holds the magic of 4 different weapons. also a pair of daggers for my boots.
Skills/Abilities: strong mage and extreamly skilled in swork work and bow shooting.
Personality: kind and will do anything to help people.
Other: familar is a Sand Dragon, and i have the ablity to contol lighting.
bio: after my lover died in the frist Goblin Wars, the god Lathander, took me as his lover and i bore few of his childeren. he turned my into a demigod. after that i started my Merc band, the Jedi, to help, preseve the peace, and to protect small towns.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 11:59 pm
Name: Cerise
Age: 330
Race: Human/Vampire (damphir)
Occupation: Performer (dancer/singer) and occasionally assassin
Appearance: About 5' 5" with long black hair, deep purple eyes and somewhat pale skin. She wears various colorful dancers clothing from around the world most of the time but rarely let�s her hair down, usually keeping it pinned up.
Weapons: Two razor fans and steel wire with a weight at the end concealed in a metal bangle.
Skills/Abilities: She can control elements with her voice, though she cannot create them. If she uses the light element, she can cause serious or even fatal injuries to herself. She knows various martial arts. (i.e. aikido, capoiera, etc.) Has basic vampiric abilities, though they are only strong at night.
Personality: Generally happy-go-lucky and pretends not to be serious when she really is. However, she can turn at any moment from playful to playfully homicidal. Even though her moods and intentions are ambiguous, she�s generally sympathetic and caring in a motherly way.
Bio: Though she lived contently with both of her parents and siblings, she was often feared and shunned by the villagers for her mixed race. When she was old enough, she left home and joined various bands of gypsies, nomads and traders, traveling world wide. However, when she returned home, she found her family destroyed. Whether or not she hates a side of her heritage, or both, is still ambiguous.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:16 pm
Name: Zyxa
Age: 27
Race: Genetic Mutation
Occupation: Warrior
Appearance: With glowing white eyes, Zyxa stands 6'2". His skin is like black leather tightly stretched over his muscular frame and a short gray mane around his neck with similar beastly fur framing his long jagged claws on each of his large paws. With a tail formed from pure bone behind him, it resembles that of a devil and is just as black as the rest of his body. Strapped to his back like a precious prize is a large broadsword covered in brown leather straps that keep it tightly connected to its master’s body. Before recently, Zyxa could be compared to a frog that sometimes stood on his two legs, but now he is more of a bear that is capable of switching from four legs to two by reflex.
Weapons: Large broadsword, claws, and tail
Skills/Abilities: Can manipulate metal and various forms of shadow magic. Capable of learning the skills of those he killed by collecting their shadow.
Personality: Very arrogant, especially afte learning of his new talent. Can be down right malicious if you get on his bad side, and is a very ambitious person.
Bio: Many, many, many years ago a man came to the Black Forest in search of deadly half demon assassin. It had been rumored that this half man had traveled with a band of other like-minded killers before his companions were killed and became who he is now. But during his search, this once man tripped into a pocket of black energy in the forest while stalking this assassin and emerged a grotesque mutation of whom he had been. He continued his pursuit until encountering a curious being who wielded shadows almost expertly. The two fought fiercely before they came to stalemate and left each other in silence to lick their deep wounds.
Years went by, and Zyxa left the forest for a period of time to broaden his skills. Never again would he lose to this "Shadean", not until he killed that enigmatic assassin. He trained and killed many before came upon a curious warrior with unique ability to manipulate metal. Without hesitation, the demon man killed him and stumbled upon an amazing discovery. He learned the skills of those he killed. With this newfound knowledge, he returned to Aokigahara with his new skills, ready to exact his revenge.
((Sorry for changing it, but I decided to go back to my old character))
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:37 pm
Name: Kella Demeter
Age: 18
Race: Human
Occupation: Wanderer
Appearance: Kella is a slim girl with medium length blonde hair standing at about 5'4" and has vibrant green eyes. Her expression is usually more towards the happy side, but when she's spaced out it can look like she's extremely depressed, though she's usually not, or very lost, which she sometimes is. She wears sandals, tall black socks, a mid thigh length burgundy skirt, a pale yellow and orange striped tight fitting longsleeved shirt, and fingerless black gloves.
Weapons: Book of the Black Earth, hands and feet, Katana, wakizashi, and teeth
Skills/Abilities: Necromancy, odd ability to blend in almost anywhere if she wants to.
Personality: She is generally a nice person and because she grew up away from everyone she holds almost no prejudices against anything or anyone as of yet. She speaks without thinking a lot and sometimes her bluntness gets her onto peoples bad sides without her knowing. When she fights enemies or is in serious danger her personality changes to a masochistic maniac of sorts. She gets very calm, doesn't stop smiling in an eirie way, and takes pleasure in killing and torturing people if they're on her bad side.
Bio: She grew up in a secluded house in the mountains with her mother and father. She spent all her time training, climbing, and learning the arts of the necromancer from her parents. When she was almost 17 they decided she should leave, packed her stuff, and brought her down the mountain to the town where they left her. She has been traveling ever since.
Other: Her skin is alarmingly pale and always amazingly cold, even if she's been sitting by a fire for the whole night.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 4:01 pm
Name: Arc-Apostle
Nicknames: Geidel, Arc, Apostle
Age: Impossible to compute
Race: Tri-Soul Deity
Occupation: Weapons Expert/Warrior
Appearance: Standing at a staggering 6'9, Apostles not one to piss off. Apostle is built with an impressive resemblance to the great oaks, his arms massive with enough muscle to through the heavest object, his chest as broad as his body and rippling with more appettite to become even greater, even his stomach rests as hard as the mightest steel. His eyes rest along a well designed face that stands along lines of attraction. Apostle is unlike most people for his eyes are nothing normal to a person. You see Apostle's Iris (color of eye) are actually transparent. In fact if one were to stare deep into them they would see the very fire of hell in its depths with random movements of foul demons running amock to diverse travesty among the deserving, even the great fires of hell roar silently in his Iris, acting as if a motion picture. His pupils (black part of eye) is of an ice blue which seems to accent the fires of hell. Apostle's hair (straight hair) is a dark red and the length in the back reachs his necks base with jet black tips. The front of his hair comes down and drapes over his right eye so that one can only his his left eye.
Weapons:
1. Zambatou: A device not seen by any or used by him unless desperate, the Zambatou sits at five feet in length and nearly two feet in thickness. It is a monster blade often compared to as a cheif's knife. The blades silver handle is just long enough to fit Apostle's hands and the blades weight is compred to some large rocks. -Weapon not carried on him, location unknown-
2. Two desert Eagle .50 AE pistols whose bullets can range from nonlethal to explosive
3. Twin katanas. Length 4ft apiece, red blades with black fading into silver inlays of ascending leaves
4. Twin 7in knives held hidden of the insides of his boots.
Skills/Abilities:
1. Fire manipulation - Complete control/manifestation over fire and is known to be able to create fire hotter then explanational ablity.
2. Land Aroga- The complete manipulation/manifestation over any existing earthen element or nonexisting element (create trees, rocks, etc, change color, things of that nature)
3. Telekensis: A hidden ablity that only few know about, ablity to move objects with him and restrain any mind probing that one may try on him.
Personality: A merry old soul when warmed up to people and one by looks to not piss off
Other: Friends to all but will kill if provoked, a hot head whose loyalty is unchallenged
bio: Forged of two souls, (Zaso and Ashyron) Apostle had once gone by a different name (only known by blade and cerise). Through the centuries he has changed his former apperance of Geidel inorder to hopefully control his ego and mutual connection to the other two. The rest is history that Blade as a bard is only allowed to tell...so ask him
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:28 pm
Username: Fallen Disciple Character Name: Disciple Job: Mercenary; usually fights for the “good” side, although everyone has a price. Race: Part human, Part Angel Weapons: (1) Angelic Katana - A slender sword fortified with a metal so strong that it is seemingly impossible to break (4) Glaive - Small 5 inch blades that, depending on how they are thrown, may work as daggers or boomerangs. (1) Whip - This whip was made by a combination of the metal used for his Angelic Katana and a flexible alloy to enable it to bend like a rope, but be as strong as steel. Abilities: 1. The Ability to Create and control Ice - with this ability Disciple is able to create ice out of thin air and mend it to any shape and use it as desired. 2. Soar to the Heavens - the ability to bring out the angelic part of Disciple so he may spread his wings and fly as high as the heavens themselves. 3. Wrath of the Heavens - although rarely used this ability allows Disciple to invoke the wrath of the great heavens themselves so he may gain power to crush his adversary. Nobody remembers what this form looks like, because none have been left alive to bear witness to it. ((Will be described upon transformation)). Appearance: Similar to Broncogursky but generally like this: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b277/broncogursky/90164e05.jpg Background/Personality: Disciple was raised almost like any other kid. With the exception that he was adopted and does not remember his birth parents. When he was about six years, old he started school and really enjoyed being around people. He made friends quickly and was widely accepted. When he was about 12 years old he saw some kid that he had never met before getting bullied. He felt sympathetic and was even furious at the bullies. He rushed in protecting this defense-less stranger. He had gotten beat up along with his new friend. These two spent many days with each other. Laughing and having fun, but also training. They researched what they could on hundreds of different combat styles and battled each other almost daily in order to become stronger. These two vowed to stick up for those who could not stick up for themselves. This was a very noble cause. One day He and his friend were in the forest training when a group of bandits approached them. It seemed this mere group of bandits was actually an organized gang, approximately the size of a battalion. Disciple and his friend fought valiantly but were overrun quickly and fiercely. When cornered He was so scared he jumped, attempting to jump over the wall behind him. Then suddenly like a gift from the heavens themselves, He was being lifted into the air and carried into the sky. He looked at the wings that emerged out of his back. The transformation was almost painless. He felt a deeper pain rise up as he left his friend behind. He tried but he was unable to control his flight pattern to return to get his friend. He flew and flew, thousands of miles. All the way to the mountains where he soon fell asleep, wounded and tired from his battle. He fell asleep and plummeted towards the snowy earth. He hit the cold, soft ground with a great impact. Luckily his wings enclosed Him in a cocoon-like structure. There he laid and slept for many months. When he awoke, as if returning from the dead, he arose out of the ground, and was unable to fly. So he waited, he practiced and trained, trying to tame his new abilities. One day he would find out what became of his friend, the friend of which he did not even remember his name. Finally he escaped the mountains and now he finds himself searching. He searches not only for his friend, but for a means to apply his powers no matter the cause. There is a deep rage hidden inside him. A rage that can be fed like a growing animal, or squashed like a pest. The answer lies only in his destiny. Pets (optional): N/A
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 5:48 pm
Name: Bitefast
Race: Wolf Spirit
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Nature Guardian, Sword master, Occasional Thief,
Appearance:
(humanoid) She is about 5’6, with a lithe athletic build, and dark earth brown eyes. Bitefast has unruly shoulder length brown hair, which is usually tied up in a pony tail of some sort. She usually wears a tight fitting black t-shirt with loose tan cargo shorts, and whatever weapon she chooses to carry at the time. Bitefast also has a pair of black wolf ears tipped with silver and a black silver tipped wolf tail.
(Wolf) Bitefast is a large black wolf with a powerful, well-muscled build. She’s about the size of a mountain lion. Her fur is a dark, shadow black, with bright silver markings on her ear tips, tail tips, and on her paws (fox markings). She has bright and alert emerald eyes.
Weapons: (humanoid) Light Sword, made of indestructible moon alloy, Assorted Daggers, moon spirit and elemental magic
(Wolf) Teeth, Fangs, Moon Spirit and Elemental Magics, Essence tracking, and Aura teleportation (think orbing in “Charmed)
Skills/Abilities:
Very keen senses, especially of smell and hearing. Very observant and a great hunter/tracker.
Fast reflexes, and an ability to move though forests unhindered and undetected.
She is an adept at wielding elemental magics, as well as swordplay.
Bitefast’s most unusual ability is her ability to draw power from the moon, using the spirit element, she can create shields, energy projectiles, and other useful forms that look as if they are made of moonlight, and enhance the power of the elemental magics used by others, especially the elements of shadow and light. The power of her sprit energy is greatly enhanced in the presence of a full moon.
Personality: Loyal, thoughtful, independent, eccentric, unpredictable. She is generally kind hearted and friendly, but she only truly opens herself up to a few select people. Bitefast is a strange individual, being intelligent and unpredictable, with a strict set of morals which only she truly knows. However, she is ruthless and aggressive if angered, and will protect nature and her loved ones at all costs.
Other: She is morally ambiguous, not an agent of good or evil. Working only to protect her forests, and “packmates”, or stir up a little trouble if bored. She’s also a mild klepto..
History: Bitefast was born to a pack of sentient warrior wolf spirits, only daughter of Blade Alpha Ironfang and the Moon Priestess Sylverpaw. She inherited her father’s talent with swordplay, and he tutored her personally from a young age. Her mother taught Bitefast to “speak with Gaia” and wield the Earth and Moon magics. Like most young wolves on completion of her training, Bitefast left her birth pack as part of a “coming of age” ceremony to grow into her full potential, learn about the world, and perhaps find a suitable mate before returning to her birth pack to be accepted as a full warrior. (At this point in time she has been traveling for several years)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 8:29 pm
Name: Stella
Age: 150
Race: ½ Faerie ½ Elve
Occupation: Peacekeeper / wanderer
Appearance: Small around 5’ 1”, with longish feathery white gold hair, with soft storm blue eyes, a window to her emotions which she finds hard to mask. Often found wearing a a simple black outfit the is flexible enough for her to move quickly in.
Weapons: Her trusty Katana which is at her side at all times, as well as a large double bladed staff which measures about five feet in length from tip to tip. Usually when not in use it can be found resting upon her back.
Skills/Abilities: Element Manipulation, although her most powerful is Wind, and her weakest being that of Fire unless she is royally pissed. Agility is another of her skills, able to keep to the shadows and out of site.
Personality: Tends to keep to herself though at times she finds herself trusting, yet they turn out to be the wrong type.
Other: Has no family and therefore feels there is no body that she needs to care about, unless she does find herself in a battle, she will fight to protect the one she shares beliefs with. But she hates to fight and only fights when it’s needed.
Biography: She has spent over 100 years traveling and alone, her family killed when she just came of age. Traveling she is just looking for a place where there is a chance that she can help out or attempt to make peace. She tends to keep to the shadows, and is not much of an attention seeker. Although she is not a firm believer in revenge, she searched for those who killed her family so many years before, only to find them already dead and buried.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 12:32 pm
:Name:
Tokiwa
(eternally constant)
:Age:
Your guess is as good as mine.
:Race:
Apparently human.
:Occupation:
Survival
Appearance:
150cm, with a very young, slender build. Usually wrapped in countless mis-matching shawls under a huge, hooded wool cloak. Reaching to her knees, her straight dark brown hair is usually kept up in an ornamental and complex pattern of gems, bells, and braids. Slanted black eyes are sheltered by carefully shaped eyebrows, the mouth a scarlet bow and the nose a cherub. Tokiwa usually has a quiver of reed and bamboo arrows over her shoulder, as well as her bow.
:Weapons:
Daikyu (japanese bamboo longbow) "Misao"
:Skills/Abilities:
Kyudo, marksmanship, surprising agility when jumping. Bathing.
:Personality:
Superstitious, flirty, feminine, and carefree, but with a dash of intellect and loyalty that often surprises people who don't pay enough attention.
:Other:
Religious when it comes to bathing and archery.
:Bio:
Tokiwa refuses to acknowledge to anyone that she had a childhood. She always was as she is, and that is all she will say on the issue. What is she searching for on her long voyages alone into the Aokigahara?
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