Fantasy AI (CS)

[Siren77]

Slav Ms. Sparrow okokapi
NeonFlow Silent Mimic PressureCooker IamaKittyKat

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[IamaKittyKat]

Name: Alexandra (Alex)
Age: 18 years old
Race: human
Height: 5 ft 4 inch
Weight: 110 pounds
Looks: Google Image Result for https://www.reasonableshadeofgreen.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/55-what-color-hair-goes-with-brown-eyes-best-natural-hair-color-for-grey-of-what-color-hair-goes-with-brown-eyes.jpg
Class: Dept Worker: works to pay off a dept to usually a god or someone in power
Weapon of choice: Dagger: silver and black Google Image Result for https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41Ho1zUTitL._SY300_QL70_.jpg
Personality: distrusting, she doesn't talk much to anyone, she is independent and tries to enjoy the little things because that's all she has
History: A life dept. That's what got her in this situation. She has been working for the gods ever since she could walk. All because they "spared" her. She was just a baby when it happened, so all she knows comes from them. Apparently they found her in the gardens. Her mother had left her there to die in the fall. They had taken her in and raised her as a servent. Telling her that she owed them her life. But they had taught her to read, and read she did. Tales of epic heros defeating their surpressors. And she got inspired. It's only a matter of time before she finds a way to escape, and come back. To repay a life dept.

(I hope this is okay XP. If this isn't what you had in mind just let me know. Also feedback would be nice, thank you.)

 

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basics

Name: Firalo Kriselia
Age: 20
Race: Half-Kitsune
Magic Type: Fire

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appearance

Height: 6'05
Weight: 166 lbs
Hair Color: Beige
Eye Color: Yellow

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class

Dancer

Sways with the forceful wind, blazes like the erupting embers, flows as graceful as the tide. Dancers are people who spin and twirl in the battlefield, obliterating whatever stands in their way. The class chooses a specific element to harness and master. With their daggers equipped and magic at hand, you better be careful on what chants can make you dead in a flash.

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Weapon of Choice

A dagger that shines in the darkest of dungeons. It's charm boosts the wielder's speed, making it perfect for dancers that prefer to get up close with ther enemies.

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personality

His flirtatious nature among men makes trouble brew when something serious is supposed to be taken with caution. Firalo doesn't like to be kept in the bench, he prefers fighting in the battlefield with the support of his mates. His merciless facade when it comes to enemies makes him a man that you won't forget easily.

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history

He was never lucky with what he received, he went along with the flow. Fira was born into a family of dancers that mastered in the element of fire. His kind was almost not accepted due to his appearance, his kind was associated with the gods and monsters that would roam the land but due to his potential in the art, he was used as a tool of war, killing anything that stands in his way. In his spare time, he would go to bars and dance for the crowd, trying to make a profit for food. His family looked at him as nothing more than just a stain to their name, he was going on relationships with just any other man on the street that he would find attractive either for pleasure or for money.

As he was practicing his magic, a sudden raid of ghouls in their shrine made his family and coordinates slaughtered as their defense mechanism was disabled. He luckily survived by hiding with in a secret spot at a fake wall. He held his breath, hoping that they would never find him there. The screams were unbearable as cries of children and agonizing shouts for mercy were heard with his ears. As the monsters were gone, he left the secret nook and took a look with his surroundings. It was awful, blood and gore mixed with expressions on their faces. He now vows himself to fight against the gods and pay for what their servants have done.


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[Slav]

Name: Neo Hallas

Age: 21

Race: Human

Height: 5,10

Weight: 165 lbs

Looks:

Spoiler: Looks

Class: Mage(Dedicated to magic and mastering it, usually in the back supporting troops)

Magic Type: Ice Elemental

Weapon of choice: Short Sword(Brown and black hilt with short metallic blade.)

Spoiler: Sword

Personality: Neo is a well mannered person who generally tries his best not to insult others. He's a very honest person but dependable if you need to keep a secret. Neo loves to have conversations and is willing to talk about any topic. He's a very judgmental person, deciding whether or not he'll like you the moment you speak to him. Neo has a very serious tone, usually not the one to joke around and is always focused on his task.

History: Neo was born in a small village in the north. His family, being Ice mages, he quickly progressed into a great mage. When the gods established their rule on the world, his family were very vocal critiques of the gods. In response, the gods had their underlings attack and burn down the village, killing his whole family expect him. Neo narrowly escaped but he wasn't unscathed. He sustained many wounds from the attackers and could make it no farther than a neighboring village. There, he received medical attention but he had to move quick because his enemies were not far from behind. Neo now is constantly on the run for the many crimes he has committed against the gods, not knowing how much longer he can keep it up.

 

[NeonFlow]

Name: Airrow Wells
Age: 25
Race: human
Height: just under six foot
Weight: 90 kilos
Looks: green eyes, black hair, slight tan, a sturdy frame. More agile then thick.
Class: Hunter/predator, Airrow prefers using projectile weaponry, as well as a few tricks picked up over the course of traveling.

Magic Type: lightning. Three formal years of study at Dunwel mages academy, following eight years of traveling practice.

Weapon(s) of choice: six boomerangs five forged from metal one out of a dragon’s claw, (single nail)
a bow and arrow set. (Elvish, oooooo)
Caltrops, normal small ones. (The trolltrops were used and broken)
A pair of chained sickles (just one has the hand guard)
Personality: Airrow is confident in his skills and a glutton for pleasure. High functioning alcoholic,
Simple minded in most regards. Brave, foolish, would think himself as logical.
he only seems to have two pastimes. Playing grandpaps old instrument, and hunting game. Rabbit being the smallest, trolls being the biggest.

History: Airrow was born outside the city of Dunwel in the farm lands.
“Wells winery” his family had a rather successful farm, before father wells started the business of making grog. It took three years but now the wells own the largest amount of land, employing a large number of people just to pick and squish the grapes.

Airrow always preferred hunting, father wells prefers it as well. The monster skulls around the property help scare of threats, bandits or worse...
At age thirteen Airrow accidentally electrically charged his boomerang, this led to enrolling at Dunwel academy to control his magic.
At age sixteen Airrow left as academic pursuit was slowly crushing the young man, however skilled at magic he was and would surely become, was not worth dealing with politics and talking in circles days on end.

Age seventeen Airrow joined a hunting guild that focused on monsters, Airrow made his way through the ranks learning from his elders and practicing each day. Traveling across Tipeak mountain the hunters found a dragon’s corpse. It’s bones and nail becoming weapons of the inner circle.

Two years of making a name for themselves the hunters guild broke apart due to mistrust and social problems. Airrow took his boomerangs and stole the leader’s bow and arrow before sneaking out of the guilds implosion.

At age 25 Airrow has traveled back and forth across the land, some towns still speak (and exaggerate) about “Airrow Thunder clap” the young man who would hunt and kill anything by himself.
“Using only a boomerang that strikes like lightning!”

 

[Siren77]

Name: Siren Jaeger

Age: 22

Race: Half Demon

Height: 6’ 0”

Weight: 220 lbs

Looks:

Class: Blademaster - Siren knows no equal when it comes to the art of dueling and defense.

Magic Type: Fire - Due to Sirens demonic nature, his flames take on a purple hue and burns much hotter than that of normal fire.

Weapon of choice:
Blades of Anarchy - An ancient demonic weapon said to be forged from the heart of one of the ancient Demon Lords. By this the crimson swords are adept to demonic energy and can act as a siphon for the flames, using them to only strengthen their attacks.

Personality: Siren is a hot headed and angry soul, who shares a special hate for the immortals that roam this world. It’s hard for him to trust people, so he comes off as cold and uncaring at first. Once he warms up to you he will defend you until the end, even to the point of your life before his.

History: For most of Sirens life he lived as a humble farm boy on the edge of a small village known as Chaira. Working with his mother day in and day out, they did their best to get by with what they had. Siren never know who his father was for most of his life, nor did he understand that’s bloodline that he carried within him. Being that of a Demon, Siren harbors the same glowing red eyes, fierce temperament, and wild power.

Because of his differences though, both himself and his mother were treated as outcasts by many which didn’t help with the hardship. After some time though, there finally weren’t feeling so alone. On a calm Autumns eve, Siren had been going about his regular chores with husband mother when a black cloaked figure bearing red and black armor as well as two gleaming crimson swords approached them. His mother greeted the man with a strong hug, and Siren was pulled in by her as well. The man she introduced to him was his father. After many years he had come home.

Unfortunate news was to be had though, as the current Demon Lord had made a pact with the Immortals to aid in their conquest over the land. This was why he had returned home, so that he might not have any part in this pact, as well as so that he could train Siren in the art of swordsmanship and hand to hand combat. And train him he did, as for the years to come, day in and day out Siren was our up to rigorous exercise and repetitive trainings to sharpen his senses, increase his strength and size, and gain the prowess of a warrior.

After reaching the age of eighteen, Siren was gifted with his father’s own swords and armor and deemed worthy to take up the warriors code. The three celebrated and enjoyed the momentous occasion, but it didn’t last long. With the crack of thunder, and the flash of red in the sky, almost in an instant the small village of Chaira was under siege by a horde of Demon warriors and, A Dragon.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The village was burned to nothingness, and in the conflict Sirens mother had been slain and his father would join her soon after as he attempted to fend off his bretheren while Siren was ordered to escape. Grudgingly, Siren left as his village burned, and he felt his heart grow cold with rage and sorrow. On that fateful night, he swore vengeance against the immortals for the death of the only two people to have ever cared for him.

For the years to come, Siren has been traveling the world, going to different ancient libraries and temples in search of information on the Gods and trying to find the link to their beginning and the possibility of their end. Legend tells of a mortal who knows a variety of old magic that can forge and enchant weapons to a godlike potential. There is no knowing if these rumors are true, but at this point humanity is running out of options.

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[okokapi]

Name: Dane
Age: 23
Race: half-orc
Height: 6’5
Weight: 350lbs
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Class: Tank. Dane is on the front lines. She and her crew set the line and keep it. They wear heavy armor that protects against most attacks. They are steadfast and deal deadly blows with fists and weapons.
Magic Type: Healing
Weapon of choice: Something similar to what is in the picture of Dane, except one blade is replaced with a blunt hammer-like head. Always she carries a shield.
Personality: Dane usually keeps to herself and is often observing others around her or thinking. Though she is quiet, she is almost always in a good mood. Her favorite pastimes are laughing, drinking, and sparring. She is trusting and very loyal, but she does not hesitate to remove people from her life when they wrong her or do something she views as bad.

History:
Dane was an abomination in the village where she was born. Her own mother turned a blind eye to the scrutiny she faced and even contributed. When Dane learned the origin of her conception she understood her mother's disdain. Her father had been a soldier for the immortals and in their name he raided and pilages, numerous cities and villages along with the one Dane's mother had lived. At a young age but already grown larger than all of her peers she set out to find and avenge the violence experienced by her mother. She set out and did not return for years but when she did, she presented the bloodied head of her father to her mother. She then committed herself to fight against the immortals and their hordes. In this village, she was taken under the wing of a healer who also lived on the fringe of norms. She was taught about caring for the ill and wounded.

(Lemme know if this is alright)

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Name:
Nell Pierce Calorian

Age:
20

Race:
Fae

Height:
5’8”

Weight:
122lbs

Looks:

Nell stands to be a tall, 5’8” with a lithe, athletic frame more meant for speed than strength. She’s got light, fair skin with light freckles dotting across her nose, she’s got ice-blue eyes with long, wavy golden-brown hair that runs down to her waist, and overall catches the eyes of many.

Class:
Assassin- Nell knows aplenty of ways to kill a man, and sticks to the shadows to do so most times, by blade or arrow, she knows how to get the quickest and most silent kill possible.

Magic Type:
Air

Weapon of choice:

Spoiler: Weapons

Nell often prefers to use her bow as her first choice of weaponry, but doesn’t hesitate to pull out her rapier and rely on her swordplay and magic to do the trick as well.


Personality:
Nell doesn’t often open up to those she doesn’t trust, hiding behind strange mask that shows only coldness and hides her warmth and compassion until she feels more comfortable to be around them. Nell can be occasionally seductive and charming when she wants to be, though usually to the few she takes interest in, and generally prefers to remain open to the people she has cares for. She despises it when others judge her, and is fairly indignant in terms of those who don't receive equal rights. She can be very cunning when she wants to be as she, and an excellent actor, concealing both her emotions easily, and able to take on different persona’s with ease, and has a hotheaded temper when provoked. She has an unwavering loyalty to those who have earned her trust, and a deep hatred towards those who have broken her trust.

History:
Nell grew up in poverty, along with her seven other siblings, she’s didn’t rank the youngest or the oldest, falling in place as the fourth eldest girl in the family. They did not live in any city but instead in a small shack in the forest, far from civilization. Long ago her father once wronged the immortals, and sought to keep his wife and children far away to escape them.

They grew up poor, skinny and relying on their fathers next meal for food. Nell was taught hunting first, wanting to help in which way she could for her family, learning to use a bow at just fourteen, and soon enough her two eldest brothers stepped in to help as well. It was a miserable lifestyle, but they had each other to turn some of the misery away. But the Immortals found them soon enough. They did not kill her father, no, they claimed death would have been too kind for the idiot man, who begged them to leave his family alone.

They crippled her father, beating his legs to a pulp. Annoyed by her mother’s pleas, they silenced her, and killed her two eldest brothers, who tried to fight back, along with two of her sisters, the very youngest, whom was only five, and the oldest of them, who was nineteen. They made them watch, and when all was done, the Immortals turned to the last remaining three siblings, and told them they should be so lucky, to have been spared by their betters.

Nell was devastated. Left with an older sister and younger brother, she had lost all that was dear to her in a day. With her sister all but shutting them out in their grief, and her brother to young to do anything else, Nell took to trying to keep them alive in the harsh winters and hot summers, the family little more than bones. Always hungry. Always miserable.

Until she was eighteen. Her oldest sister fell for a bakers son, who loved her sister only through her beauty and lust despite her scrawniness, and wisked her off to be married, her leaving without so much of a glance backwards. Her brother, fourteen, took work as a servant for an Immortal, and payed Nell visits on the rare times he could, until she left home. Tired of being alone, she dragged herself to the capital to find work where she could. She took a job as a tavern wench, much to her dismay, and fell for a beautiful, mysterious patron who whispered sweet nothings in her ear, speaking his plans of rebelling against immortals. It was all too entincing. He was the leader of an aspiring rebellion group, hoping to overthrow their oppressors. He taught Nell his own moves, teaching her how to be an assassin so she might one day take the fight to Immortals if the opportunity ever arose.

She had just turned twenty when the Immortals discovered the group. She had been out on hunting duty that dreadful night, and when she returned to the hideout that night, she found nothing but broken bodies and bloodshed, her lover and friends dead, along with her hopes and dreams.

Now she spends her time painting, selling her beautiful canvas paintings in a small shop, thin and hollow, remembering the days she once held hope in her heart, instead of the bitter anger she feels towards the Immortals and the cruel world they rule.


(Hope this works!)​