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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:36 pm
in the land of boo-boo gaa-gaa(I'm not even gonna try to make somthing up) Elves and men have a long history of hating the crap out of eachother, and their war has lasted so long neither remember why they fight ot hate.
Nice and shallow, . . . . . Perfect!
Standered profile
Name: your characters name
Species: your characters species, (preferably elf or man)
Classifacation: magician or warrior.
My profile.
Name: Narwey.
Species: Elf
Classifacation: Warrior.
Skills/powers/special: a really good sword fighter
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:42 pm
Narwey and the whole of his regement passed silently over the forested area. him and his comrads had been traveling for some days in response to a call for help from another regement to the east. in haste he and the rest of the regement were deployed in response. now they were only hours away from their destination. and as Narwey marched, arrows wistled and thudded into their ranks. without even being ordered the elven soldiers formed in to defensive posistions and began returning fire in the bursts of magic and twang of bows. all around Narwey men fell yet he held strong catching arrows with his thick oaken shield, reflecting what spells he could with hispuny magic abilities. and soon they were upon him. in hoards the man swept across the forested land. their clothes torn and weathered, their weapons crude. such a lesser race to that of the elves, yet so great in numbers, that being their strength. as soon as they were upon his glints of steel flashed amidst him rending his foes in bloody heaps. and on he fought, though the mens tide seemed endless.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:29 pm
Name: Raz
Species: Man
Classifacation: Warrior
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:40 pm
should there be an "ability/skills/powers" listing?
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 3:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:44 am
Name: ValavinBuerifire.
Species: Elf.
Classifacation: Magician.
Skills/powers/special: Excalent Spell Caster!
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 12:27 pm
Raziobane_Avaradine Name: Raz Species: Man Classifacation: Warrior Ability: weild really big sword, like normal person wield normal sword
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:06 pm
Name: Hawn
Race: Human
Class: Mage
brief bio: Even though most humans do not have a ntural skill with magicks as the elves do, Hawn has found the ecret within himself, his own indomitable will and spirit. This allows him to grasp magick and bend it to his will, just like the elves.
preffered stuff: shapeshifting spells, defensive magick. he knows some attack oriented spells, but he is a pacifist, so he refuses to use them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:22 pm
Hawn let the other humans run ahead of him. this charge was for the warriors, not the mages. his unarmed combat skills were adequit, but he knew that if he charged, he would most surely die. He concentrated his essence and molded it in his mind's eye. In turn, the magick swirling about him began to mold him, too. He concentrated on the form of a wolf, and then rather abruptly, he transformed into a large black wolf.
Hawn ran away from the fight, he didn't even know why the humans were so adamant on exterminating the elves. Thoughts raced through his head as he raced through the forest, moving perpendicular to the fighting. Hawn stopped at an ancient tree that had fallen over during some storm from a long and distant past. The Humans and Elves already had their own territories, so why keep fighting? Hawn sat there mulling over these thoughts in his head. He layed down on all fours and took a rest.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 12:39 pm
Name: Victulion
Species: Elf
Classifacation: Warrior
Skills/powers/special: Werewarg.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:50 am
~It appears to be a dead guild!~
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 8:09 am
wow, you huys have no idea how to make an online profile. yup, it's me! This is a profile. Chaos_The_Chosen_One Name: Spencer MoonStone
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 27
Class: Cleric/Dragon-Slayer
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Weapon(s): 6ft Blade of Ogre slaying, +5! & A dragon slaying sword and shield.
Power(s): Clerical
Personality: Despite being a cleric, he is very chaotic. He does whatever he enjoys doing, and enjoys doing it. He's got a good heart, but he's much more interested in pulling pranks then helping people.
Appearance: He is 5'10" in height. His hair is a jet black, and styled like Cloud's. He has emerald green eyes that are always sparkly with mischief. He dons rather strong red scalemail, made from the hide of a dragon he slew himself. His large sword, which resembles Zack's buster blade, hangs horizantly on his back and is bigger then he is. crossing that is his dragon slayer's sword/ Over both is his dragon breath shield, which he got off an ('evil') dragon slayer. He's got dark leather boots and gloves on to match his ensemble. He also wears his first weapon, a +1 mace on the left side of his belt, and the holy symbol of Aravan on the right side. Finally, a leather messanger bag of holding hangs from the back of his belt. It holds many useful items that he requires for his occupation. Oh, and he is always smiling, no matter how grim the situation.
Bio: It's a secret! Ask him if you want to know. Ya, I'm too lazy to keep writing these, I've written too many. Besides, his is far too long. Afterall, he was my first RP character, ever! Good old D&D... (now what side to take? human or elf...)
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 8:17 am
The howl of a young dragon in pain could be heard in the sky as from out of nowhere, a dragon came flying from over a forest, and flew over an open field. It was dripping blood, and flying upsidedown as a small figure holding a sword and shield slashes at it's face. The young red dragon, cursed at it's foul luck, and breathed fire breath right at the young man. The man quickly raised his sheild, and deflected the attack. He then rushed forward, sword straight ahead, and rammed his blade into the mouth of the dragon. It went through the roof of the dragon's mouth, and pierced it's brain, killing it. The dragon bean to hurtle towards the ground, and the young man lept from the dragon, landing safely on the ground. He had a smirk on his face as he watched the dragon smash into the open field. The familiar sparkle of mischeif in his emerald green eyes showned brightly, and he let out a victorious laugh, his jet black hair flowing in the wind.
The man wore a shiny red scalemail, the hide of a red dragon he had slain in his youth. Underneath was a pair of (loose) black leather pants. His fist and feet were covered with a matching pair of gloves and boots. The gloves had a smooth red jewel on the backside of the hands. The boots have a small wing design at the heels. An old but clean mace clanked in the wind at his left side and a strange holy symbol clanked at his right side. A sword, much longher then him hung on his back. The blade was 6ft long and 1ft wide, with the hilt and handle being about 2ft. He himself stood only 5'10", which was still rather tall for a half-elf.
He was a dragon slayer, but by the holy symbol and mace, he was obviously a cleric as well.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:15 pm
Chaos_The_Chosen_One The howl of a young dragon in pain could be heard in the sky as from out of nowhere, a dragon came flying from over a forest, and flew over an open field. It was dripping blood, and flying upsidedown as a small figure holding a sword and shield slashes at it's face. The young red dragon, cursed at it's foul luck, and breathed fire breath right at the young man. The man quickly raised his sheild, and deflected the attack. He then rushed forward, sword straight ahead, and rammed his blade into the mouth of the dragon. It went through the roof of the dragon's mouth, and pierced it's brain, killing it. The dragon bean to hurtle towards the ground, and the young man lept from the dragon, landing safely on the ground. He had a smirk on his face as he watched the dragon smash into the open field. The familiar sparkle of mischeif in his emerald green eyes showned brightly, and he let out a victorious laugh, his jet black hair flowing in the wind.
The man wore a shiny red scalemail, the hide of a red dragon he had slain in his youth. Underneath was a pair of (loose) black leather pants. His fist and feet were covered with a matching pair of gloves and boots. The gloves had a smooth red jewel on the backside of the hands. The boots have a small wing design at the heels. An old but clean mace clanked in the wind at his left side and a strange holy symbol clanked at his right side. A sword, much longher then him hung on his back. The blade was 6ft long and 1ft wide, with the hilt and handle being about 2ft. He himself stood only 5'10", which was still rather tall for a half-elf.
He was a dragon slayer, but by the holy symbol and mace, he was obviously a cleric as well. lol
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