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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:45 pm
Name: Katsushiro Yamada
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Description: 
His armour has been laquored with the tarnished green finish of an apothicary, as he brews a fine potion, and night is never truely black, it is most unwise to stand out in his profession...
History: Trained in the stealth-arts, and assassination techniques of the Ninja since childhood, young Yamada-san has become a promising... asset to the Ninja clan. He grew up in the care of the Ninja, and as a boy he spent most of his time skulking around the Imperial palace, and even sat beside the sleeping Shogun, before being taken away by the guards... still he remembers the swift brutality of the guards that night.
He trained mostly in poisons during his schooling, but took it upon himself to learn the Samurai : Myojinsoga style swordsmanship, the art of fighting with two swords. Ofcourse, he used the straight edged Ninja blades, as opposed to the curved blades of a regular Samurai... but he still proved effective. His style was usually frowned upon by fellow Ninja, but the wiser ones saw potential in his technique of lethality.
Now a grown man, Katsushiro Yamada finds himself placed in ceaseless dangers as the Shogun is constantly wageing war with the other factions, the ill news does not bode well, as his love belongs to a princess, noble to the faction he is sworn against.
Rank: Student
Special abilities: Although not a magical attribute, his skills in crafting various poisons from all manner of materials makes him a truely powerful assassin. His Samurai figting technique also gives him equality, if not superioraty in combat against them... which is rare, considering he's a Ninja and has not trained to be spotted, or cought.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:48 pm
Name : Amilio V. Crowley
Age : Most would say around 20, but one who can manipulate the very body of all that is shadow and darkness, night, is surely a master of disguise and deception - right?
Likes : Heavy metal, beautiful things, power.
Dislikes : Greed, shallowness/vanity, anger.
Spell preferrence : Dark Magic or Fire
Dark Magic Speciality: Bone Manipulations
Favorite Item to Use : His lighter
Favorite Colour : Emerald green
Lucky Number : 6x3
Hair Color : Glittering silver
Favorite Shirt Color : Black
Favorite Pants Color : Black
Favorite Outfit : Black combat boots, black tight jeans, black longsleeved T-shirt with silver tribal prints on the sleeves and chest, black T-shirt over the top.
Eye Color : Pale blue.
Occupation : Dark Arts teacher.
Training : Incantation from books, enchantments of shadow, manipulation of darkness, and afflictions of black curses.
Bio : Amilio V. Crowley is of scholar quality in the Mystical Dark Arts, his necromancy and incantation skills are top notch and he is held in high regard among fellow Black Wizards (the order he was tuned by), his thirst for knowledge in these arts is great, but it is his wish to pass on his own experience to the would-be Dark Magicians of the future. As such, he decided he'd apply for the Dark Arts teaching position at the local boarding school for... gifted... individuals.
Although his ultimate agenda is not yet known, it is in everyone's opinion that Amilio is a fantastic guy, who prizes respect for his friends and peers. He's been working in the school for a while now, and and his work is good, apparently.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:52 pm
Morvegil the Barbarian (Age of Arcanite) Name : Morvegil Race : Human Class : Barbarian STATS - HP - 141 DP - 6 AP - 33 Back Story - (to be continued...)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 4:42 pm
Jedi Order
Name : Rinatu Wanbar
Race : Human
Age : 20
Lightsaber Colour : His lightsaber is set with a deep orange crystal.
Lightsaber Style : His lightsaber choice is single hilt. He excelles at Sai cha, the art of beheading his opponent with a lightsaber.
Appearance : Rinatu trained as a duelist from a young age, in the dueling rings on the outer rim before ever meeting an actual real live jedi, the young master felt the Force within Rinatu, and it became apparent that he should become a member of the order after training, as the search for new jedi had already begun with the defeat of the Emperor. He completed his training, and was given the rank of Knight a few months after his 19th birthday. He was then allowed to instruct a padawan in the ways of the Force. He wears a uniform, that he was given in his years of service as a gladiator. He is always masked and resembles what we'd call a ninja.
Reasons for joining the Order : Rinatu Wanbar's success in the dueling rings was obviously a destiny forged by the Force. For there is no other explanation for him surviving, and winning for so long. With this in mind, he followed his master and learned the ways of a jedi in six short years. This would have taken longer, if there was not a battle calling.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 11:43 am
Name : Heldír Bloodcursed
Age : Rumours of his figure started around two hundred years ago. He doesn't look that old... well most of the time anyway.
Likes : Blood, fresh blood, and blood mixed with alcohol.
Dislikes : No blood.
Spell preferrence : Blood Magic
Dark Magic Speciality : Blood Manipulation
Favorite Item to Use : His own wit.
Favorite Colour : Blood red.
Lucky Number : 1, when he strikes first, he usually wins.
Hair Color : Charcoal black, with hints of shimmering red.
Favorite Shirt Color : White - don't know why, it just shows the stains.
Favorite Pants Color : Red.
Favorite Outfit : Believe it or not, he usually just wears red.
Eye Color : You guessed it, red - that's not by choice though.
Occupation : Idle, it... sucks?
Training : Trained with the Necromancy Order in the arts of Blood Magic.
Bio : Heldír originally started life as a Dark Elf, he had no ties to the underground Drow societies of assassins and black sorcery, and lived as an enchanter for the blacksmith. There is no finer steel than an enchanted runeblade forged by the Elfs, they say. It was his 100th winter and he'd been to the tavern, where a lady in red had enticed him to go home with her - he was sure he'd wake up next to the beauty. She told him a bout her affliction, eventually, and Heldír tried to run. The woman chased him in a panic, fearing that he'd tell the guards there was a Vampire living right under their noses - she cought him, and bit him... Heldír thanked her with his final mortal breath, a strange thing to do, but it ensured his undeath. He rose as a vampire, and so began his training in the Blood Arts.
Many a year after his training, the woman who bit him was slain by a master of the Dark Arts, they said he'd sealed her heart on another plane and removed it from her shell - she 'died' as a result, although her heart still beats. She has entered an eternal sleep, her punishment for the deeds against her fellow mortals. This wasn't to Heldír's liking, as he'd grown to love the woman as a mother who gave him his 'new life'. He begged forgiveness before sinking his vioent fangs into her arm, and sipping from her the evil blood. In his freedom he swore revenge against the slayer of his 'Mother', and set out on his long journey to track him down. When eventually confronting the Dark Enchanter, he is reported to have said ; "I am Heldír, and you killed my mother!", to which the Enchanter had replied ; "Your 'mother' was greedy, and bore many children. By the will of the Order I delivered due justice." - the battle started.
Upon the ending of the ferocious Mage battle, there were yet two who survived... in one way or another. The Enchanter had sealed the Vampire in a coffin, and made it so that he would only be released from his eternal sleep by the forceful will of an outside force, by opening his casket, or by causing heavy damage to it. To this day he has been undisturbed, and Heldír has rested - absorbing the massive quantites of dark energy being released from the Boarding School's very own graveyard. The seals placed on the crypt save most of the grounds from the unholy taint from the Vampire's hate-corruption, but many strange things yet occur closer to his place of rest...
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 1:59 am
Sith Uprising
Name : G'Daathi
Race : Tusken Raider
Age : 16
Lightsaber Colour : His light-spear is set with a deep red crystal.
Lightsaber Style : His lightsaber choice is single hilt which resembles his native gaffi stick, the hilt being considerably larger than most - it is noted that he is training in a Light-Spear form, although the blade is of regular size. He excelles at Shiak, the art of stabbing his opponent with a lightsaber.
Appearance : Wearing traditional black Sith robes, he adopted this colour on the rest of his clothing, even painting the rims around his goggles, staining his horns, and dying the cloth mask which adorned his face with the same dye used on his robes. Black hide gloves with slight talons, designed to make Force powers easier to channel on them were on his hands. Black boots, strapped up just below his knee, where they joined onto hinged pads and strange thigh-guards. He often carried his gaffi-stick (light-spear) in his hands, but it wasn't rare to see him with it on his back either. He spoke a strange toned galactic basic. He'd never really learned his own culture, or language - as he'd never been to Tatooine. What he knew of his world, his father had tought him.
Background : Son to a Tusken slave-girl, and a Sith guard on Korriban, he was born in a weird ritual practiced by some fallen jedi who'd been apparently chewing spice. His mother gave birth to him, and died upon the alter of a Sith Lord's tomb. Although the old ghosts probably cared little for this, the stories and constant tellings of the tale have lead him to believe in his great destiny of becoming a Sith Lord, and dominating the galaxy!
His father tought him about many things, how to survive mostly, through the Force and through martial combat. His father also had him make a gaffi stick, and had always had G'Daathi wear the traditional dress of his people. He tought him a little bit about his people, their history, their legends. He couldn't teach much of their spoken language, as it was difficult to produce the correct sound. At the age of eight, G'Daathi was showing signs of a powerful connection to the Force. As a guard, his father was on duty a lot. One night he did not come back. G'Daathi knew what had happened, but it didn't grieve him. Instead he considered signing up for training, but he couldn't stop thinking about the things people would tell him about his birth.
He didn't sign up for the trials as a fallen jedi would, he was 'sensed' on Korriban, near the tomb he was born. A natural formation of red crystals had laced the elaborate decorations of the alter where he was born, adding to his belief* he used one of these crystals and placed it into his odd version of a lightsaber that he'd been building since he learned how. The Dark Jedi who littered his homeplanet were all too willing to show the young Tusken the ways of the Force, and divulge to him the methods leading to the eventual creation of a lightsaber. The crystal sat in perfectly, and the blade extended to his satisfaction - burning a bright red giving off a faint inner glow like a pulse.
Korriban's civilian security forces were called by an unknown source to check out a disturbance at the tomb, which they took very seriously and approached. They entered the tomb, seeing many dead beasts and foiled traps in their path - they walked cautiously through the many tunnels searching for their quarry - lead on by the faint sound of humming and fast 'voom'ing noises from this direction and that. They eventually saw the outline of a horned man, radiating a red light. G'Daathi turned to greet them, only he walked out of the tomb that day.
He was met at the exit of the tomb by a being who had dark energy spewing out of him. G'Daathi's saber was shut off, the being laughed and put his hand on the Tusken's shoulder - they walked slowly into the shuttle that brought the dark figure, the coming night made audable with the cackling laughter of an evil entity.
For six more years G'Daathi trained on Mustafaar with Darth Malkavii as his Force instructor, and left to hone his own saber skills on 'surprize droid training', often released shortly after his Force training when he was exhausted, and usually battered, bruised, and burnt from the cruel Sith teaching methods. He was so used to it by now that he would fight through the Force, still very much unconcious the Force would allow him to dance like a puppet on a string, avoiding the oncoming vicious attacks from Saber-Droids and Blaster-Droids alike, with his Light-Spear in hand he brought a swift end to all the unsentient attackers he was faced with, very rarely did he kill a living being though - as he felt no malice toward life, and saw the Sith teachings in a different light.
Reasons for joining the Uprising : G'Daathi believes he is born for some great destiny because of the way in which he was brought into the world, and the crystals he found on the alter upon which he was born.
*The crystals had probably grown because of the hatred emitted by the slave girl who died there, mixed with the residual dark energy of the Sith Lord who's spirit could possibly haunt the tomb.
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