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 Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 9:33 pm
Put your character here, using the following format, and following the rules outlined in the "Character development" thread. (*Note, it is easiest to just copy, and paste the following box unto your post)[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Divinity:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Known History:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b] Name: Self-explanatory. Divinity: Be sure to clear this with me, first, as some Divinity slots are taken. If you need help choosing a Divinity, there will be a thread, to help. Race: Simply tell me the race you chose. Appearance: List things such as eye color, hair color, skin color, usual apparel, and so forth. Keep in mind most of the races aren't human. Personality: How you act. Known History: Any history known to you. Your character doesn't necessarily have to know it, but if you want it kept secret, for character development, don't list it. (obviously) Other: Anything else you want to say. (*Note: All races are listed in the "Character development" thread)(*Note: The "Other" category is not required)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:00 am
Taking this time to just post one ASAP.
Name: Sirbenet Sungineb, or Sirb for short.
Divinity: Chaos
Race: SolFal
Appearance: He has two common ones:
In his human form, he appears as a slightly taller- and thinner-than-normal human with an undefined face, shadowed by his slightly goth-like black hair. He likes to wear a plain grey t-shirt with a black overcoat, dark jeans and dark grey boots. If one was to look at his face, it would appear androgynous.
In his dragon form, he appears to be shaped like a Western dragon, except he has shadows for a body. He's also a little smaller than an ordinary dragon, but just as deadly.
He sometimes combines both forms to make a draconic one, with characteristics of his dark dragon body, claws and a dragon head as well as characteristics of his human form, with a bipedal humanoid frame.
A similar trait amongst all of them is that he has reptilian eyes for each one, a constantly changing cyan and red colour with black slits going down the middle.
Otherwise, he can shape-shift into any form.
Personality: Surprisingly, despite his Divinity, he's actually rather calm and kind, with a youthful grace and slight arrogance. He's keen to have some fun almost akin to a poltergeist, but at least has the common courtesy to be polite enough to apologize. He acts a little tough in guy forms, but likes to play a little innocent in a girl form. He always seems a little mischievous, as if he's about to play a practical joke on you.
Known History: Sirb's led a pretty normal life for a SolFal; lived in space for a few decades, moved onto a planet, played kind... well, mainly kind. He may have had a little fun with the sentient races, but otherwise he's been good. At least the humans there were kind enough to not try and kill him yet. Now, though, he was bored of messing with them. He was waiting for an adventure.
(Edited it finally.)
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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 8:56 pm
Name: Manannan mac Lir
Divinity: Storms
Race: Ruon
Appearance: Around 23 in Ruon's cycles.
Leanish, black skinned and white haired, as is standard for his race. About 5'11", heavily callused knuckles (see below).
Tends to wear white, along with a knee-length sea coat. Mostly light clothing, easy to move in.
Personality: Easygoing, a little quiet for a sailor. Has a subdued sense of humor once he knows people. Loves to party and let loose, but seldom has opportunity.
Known History: He grew up in the city without any real mother figure to speak of; just the women his dad brought home from time to time. His father, Lir, made up for that as best he could by teaching his son everything he knew: how to fish with the net, line, and spear, how to work a ship, how to repair one if need be, how to clean and prepare his catch, even how to brawl, when needs must.
One day, he came home with the biggest fish you ever saw, took him three days to land the thing! But his dad didn't live to see it.
He'd passed while Manannan was gone, satisfied with his life and his son's.
Manannan mac Lir gave him back to the sea, and he's been fishing or sailing for a living ever since.
Other: He's apparently descended of the Wind Children tribe, and the songs his father and grandfather knew were passed to him.
When he sings, he has a feeling the songs somehow have power. A ridiculous notion, of course, since there are no recorded instances of word-magic, but there's always that quiet voice telling him otherwise...
(He looks something like this:
http://sonofsparda1191.deviantart.com/art/Manannan-Lir-381511264
And may look something like this in the future:
http://alice-bobbaji.deviantart.com/art/Drow-in-the-City-263820842 )
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 2:19 pm
Name: Kara
Divinity: Stealth
Race: Human
Appearance: She is almost always dressed in a black outfit, characterized by loose sleeves/pant-legs, and several what appear to be black bandages drooping from several points on the outfit. It dons a hood, which usually shadow her green eyes, and long red hair.
Personality: Kara had little to no friends while growing up. Obviously, this means she wasn't very social. While she has grown out of it, mostly, she is still quieter than most. When, if, you can get her to be friends with you, she seems to suddenly go from a jump of being quiet, to being almost normal.
Known History: She hasn't shared her history much. She never really had any friends, and the only family she ever knew was her mom. When she was incarnated into the Divine of Stealth, that was the only thing she cared she left behind. She almost immediately joined Dait's rebellion. Eventually she made friends with Stoe, who became her only friend in the Divine Plane. And so, when he was killed, the war turned from a fight against corruption, to a fight for a corrupted heart to seek revenge.
Other: Though she had joined the rebellion anyways, Stoe, who died in the introduction, was her only friend in the Divine Plane, and thus the war became about a personal hatred for Erath, rather than the greater-good.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 7:34 pm
Name: Tsion
Divinity: Illusion
Race: Ruon
Appearance: He has slightly longer hair, due to his history, and his tribal history gives him a very tribal outfit, black, and white. It is divided at the waist, horizontally. Other than that, standard male Ruon.
Personality: Tsion sees himself as sort of a quiet leader, and usually assumes himself the latter, especially when working with lower ranked troops. He is generally selfless, and would gladly give his life to the cause of the Divine Moon. He is one of the higher ranking soldiers in the rebellion.
Known History: He grew up in one of the tribes, that eventually grew too large for the city's liking, and so they went to burn it to the ground. Tsion somehow evaded the bombing, and wandered the forest, in a life of solitude. Being rejected by every tribe he sought to join, he decided to live on a mountaintop, near where his tribe burned. He stayed on this mountain for most of the next couple years, only coming down to get food, or water.
At the age of sixteen someone finally noticed him, as he was down from the mountain. A teenage girl, from another tribe. Any attempts she made to talk to him were responded with silence. Until she eventually bugged him enough to get him to tell her his story. She took pity on him, and began to bring him food, and water, every day. He thanked her every time, though past that they never shared a word, and he stopped leaving the mountain.
One day, as he sat upon the cliffside, she came to him frightened, with a black purple-flaming sword on her back. She said they needed to leave. She forced him to come with her to a boat, where they departed for the city. She then explained that some Zowalonians came to her, telling her she would be the Divine of Illusions, and that the sword she had would be hers, but every time she picked it up, she saw horrible hallucinations. She had discovered that they were wrong, and somehow the Zowalons had come to her, instead of him. If her father had found out that she was not this Divine, he would have had Tsion killed. Here she handed him the sword, and when he grabbed it, he was whisked to the Divine Plane almost immediately.. And he never saw her again. From there he joined the Divine Moon, in a rebellion against Erath.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 7:37 pm
Name: Nalai
Divinity: Change
Race: Hionian
Appearance: Whatever she desires.
Personality: She is the second in command to Erath, and will usually carry out his word, without question. She usually only speaks in business, and few have ever befriended her.
Known History: She's always been like a mother to Erath. If not for her Erath would have likely killed himself due to the guilt of murdering his parents. She has often controlled his sadistic desires, and has been one of Erath's only friends. Her life before she met Erath, however, is largely a mystery.
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