Akirai: Diamond Saga

[Akihito]

[Appearance Picture]


Name:


Age:


Gender:


Race:


Height:


Weight:


Occupation (Warrior, Merchant, etc.)


Weapon: (Optional)


Family Crest: (Optional)


Diamond Name: (Do not fill until given permission)


Diamond Appearance: (You can create whatever you want. Go wild)


Personality


History/Bio:


Other:

 

[Sen Pai]

Name:


Aion


Age:


14





Gender:


Male





Race:


1/2 Tlavoon and 1/2 Ancient


Height:


7'8


Weight:


210 lbs


Occupation:


Unemployed/Apprentice/Student


Weapon:


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Tiika Crafted Dual Swords: Swords made by a local Tiika blacksmith named Rowena in the village where Aion grew up in. It's nothing special, the blades have been dulled a little by over using and it wasn't sharp to begin with due to the fact that they didn't want their little Aion getting hurt too badly.


Family Crest:


N/A


Diamond Name:


Okami


Diamond Appearance:

Personality:


WIP


History/Bio:


WIP


Other:


He was raised by the Tiikas which is why Aion wears Tiika crafted armor.

Name:


Anzhelika Taisiya Yekaterina





Age:


27





Gender:


Female





Race:


Tlavoon





Height:


19'0





Weight:


You, sir, are treading on a very dangerous line. We'll just say over 180 tons.





Occupation:


Unemployed/Bounty Hunter


Anzhelika used to be a War Strategist and General until her older brother took the job from her and she was left unemployed, having to become a Bounty Hunter to earn a living. She's rather well known for a Bounty Hunter.


Weapon:


Yekaterina Energy Blade: A sword passed down for many generations, said to contain the power of every wielder and gets stronger each time it is passed down, most likely a myth. It radiates energy, this is done by transferring the user's energy from the body to the sword, strengthening it.





Family Crest:


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The Yekaterina Family Crest: A noble Tlavoon family who are known for their excellent battle strategies and famed skill. They're also notorious for succumbing into bribes and backstabbing one another. The Yekaterina Family is a dangerous one to play with since they have connections all over...and money. They have lots and lots of money.





Personality:


WIP





History/Bio:


WIP





Other:


Anzhelika's Theme Song and voice sample:


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[Kiro Akira]

Name:


Kiro Akira


Age:


23


Gender:


Male


Race:


Tiika ( Neko[mimi] )


Height:


5' 5''


Weight:


160


Occupation (Warrior, Merchant, etc.)


Traveler


Weapon: (Optional)


Sword of ice, he uses his water magic to create a sword made out of ice by freezing the molecules to a complete stopping point causing it to take a solid form

Family Crest: (Optional)

Diamond Name: (Do not fill until given permission)


Ren


Diamond Appearance:

Personality:


Kiro is a laid back relaxed type of person. Raised by the Ancients of the forest, he has taken upon the kindness to others and helping anyone whom he can. He loves his little companion Ren and will do anything to assist and protect her. When his diamond is taken from him, he becomes hostile towards the one capturing his diamond and can be known to be angry towards anyone who tries to stop him from getting his companion back. Kiro loves people and enjoys traveling along with random strangers if they are going the same way, some times he even tags along on their journey. (Hope that works )


History/Bio:


VOIDED by Akihito :3


Other:


I'm going to have fun with you

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[Delilah June]

Name: Kula Sikoro


Age: 25


Gender: Female


Race: Tiika


Height: 5'7"


Weight: 156


Occupation: Traveler.


Weapon: An enchanted sword called the Exerion Sword. it glows green because it has been enchanted. She also uses daggers.


Personality: She's really a fun-loving girl but if you make her mad she will have a temper. She comes from a small town that was poor most of the time so she doesn't mind not having money, but watch out because she is quite greedy. Bubbly at times, giggling and laughing, trying to enjoy her years as much as she can.


Appearance: Wavy, blonde hair down to her knees. Tanned skin with a star-shaped birthmark on her neck. Tall and pretty skinny. Almond shaped eyes and thin lips.


History: Her mom was in jail most of her childhood years for assault and battery, and her father was a drug addict. She raised herself basically. She got injured at a young age because her father dropped a beer bottle, and Kula tripped on it and got glass shards stuck in her.

 

[Queen Rai]

Name: Kiara Dun'Stroth


Age: 22


Gender: Female


Race: Ancient


Height: 5'6"


Weight: 119lbs


Occupation: Sword-Fighting Master; she teaches young students.


Weapon:

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Personality: Kiara doesn't take any crap from anyone. She's hard on her students, and people tend to misunderstand her methods. There could be a little boy or girl who is amazing with the sword...they show promise, and any instructor in their right mind would take them on in a heartbeat. Any instructor but Kiara...because when she chooses her students, she doesn't look for talent. She looks for soul. Someone who cared deeply about the art of swordsmanship, but wasn't that great at it, are the types of children Kiara takes it...and even though she snaps at them, works them until they can't stand...she cares about them greatly. Her students are her children, in a way.


History/Bio: Kiara was born in Tlain. Not a village or town or city...just Tlain. Somewhere in the country, somewhere that is hardly touched by anyone...the nearest village was miles away, but she and her aunt didn't mind.


The killer of Kiara's parents was an incredible plume of flickering, ferocious fire that had ominously started in the middle of the night. Being just a small child, all the girl could do was cry and try to heave herself out of her crib as smoke poured into the room. Just as the child was losing consciousness, a pair of strong, large arms lifted her out of her crib...the arms of her father, who had ran through the flames to save her. As he was running out of the collapsing house, he barely managed to break a window and toss the two year old down onto a cart full of hay.


And the house come toppling down on her bed-ridden mother and her heroic father.


Aunt Revira, living only a few miles away, awoke to the horrible sight of smoke rising off in the distance. She immediately broke into a run, still in her nightdress, to find her sister's house collapsed. At first, she assumed the entire family had died...well, she did until she saw a small girl with hair of ebony crawling towards her.


Ever since then, Revira swore to protect Kiara.


It wasn't difficult to take care of the girl, either. Money wasn't an issue, nor was food. They lived far enough away from things where taxes and bills weren't an issue, and everything they ate came from their own garden. When Kiara turned six years old, four years after the accident, Revira presented the child with a beautiful wooden...stick.


"You'd better start learning now, girl. I'm gonna get old someday and you're going to have to fight off the monsters so they don't eat all my food."


Kiara was in love. Every single day she'd swing the stick around, and she even made herself a dummy to practice on out of an empty potato sack and some hay.


By the time Kiara was ten years old, she had mastered the stick...so Revira went to the nearest town with Kiara...to find a teacher.


Eventually, after only a day of searching, they came across and old man. He was bent over a cane, and didn't look like much, but insisted that he was a master of the sword...though he wasn't too keen to be taking on such a young girl.


Revira, being the trusting woman she was, believed him...and it's a good thing she did. The old man took Kiara on as his apprentice; the first one he had had in years...and by far the most talented. She seemed to understand how the sword wasn't a weapon, but an extension to yourself. He taught her patience...courage...


After years and years, they grew a very strong friendship with one another, despite his almost constant bitterness.


After a very long, difficult day of training, Kiara grew impatient and slammed her sword down.


"I want to go home!" she screamed. "I want to see my aunty! I want to go! I want my family!"


The old man opened the door for her, not saying a word.


Kiara stormed out. The rain was pouring. She started to go down the street, crying again wondering why she couldn't just have a normal life...she didn't get too far.


At about one o'clock in the morning, Kiara sheepishly knocked at the door. The old man opened up, and ushered the sobbing girl inside. He poured her some tea, and then they sat by the fire to talk.


"You see that sword, hanging above the mantle, Kiara? That was my daughter's sword. She was taken from me by someone who believed violence was what swordsmanship was...you would have liked Mikina. She was just as talented as you are. When I took you to train, I didn't want to. You remind me so much of her...I didn't want another student after I lost her. I wanted her back...I wanted my family. I know exactly how you feel."


After that night, the two were almost inseparable. Aunt Revira came to visit once every two months to see how her niece's training was coming along...surprisingly, when Kiara was 14 through 18...well...those were her happiest years.


It's no surprise that Kiara was devastated when he contracted a fatal disease.


"Listen to me, Kiara...you...are capable of great things...you are...you are not the only one...who has learned. You...taught me things, as well...I...want you to have...the sword hanging above the mantle...and I want you to...remember...you aren't related to me...but you..."


"You're my daughter."


And he died. Right there.


Other: Twain, Vaal, Dthre, Tlavoon.

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[RawrImaDinosarusRex]

Name:


Juilet Jeffers


Age:


21


Gender:


Female


Race:


Ancient


Height:


5"6


Occupation:


Merchant


Diamond Name: (Do not fill until given permission)


Diamond Appearance: (You can create whatever you want. Go wild)


Personality: She has a spunky but hard ass attitude, she is very family oriented when she can be around them, she likes to show compassion and commitment but is always looked down upon because her appearance.


History/Bio:


She grew up in a very poor and small village with her mother and father and her only living sibling (her brother). She was not happy as to how they were living while the village so she decided to take matters into her own hands she is now a traveling merchant and sends the money she earns back to feed here family. She also makes just enough to support her own needs in life but it is very tiring traveling place to place and not even knowing if she is going to have a warm place to sleep at night because everyone seems to be super uneasy around because of her appearance<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_01/random_rpc_emo_girl_e_e_by_xoo_nodoka_chan_oox-d3cfowe.png.03fac5ca3c4a3b8a2acc1686fe22dfa0.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="11599" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_01/random_rpc_emo_girl_e_e_by_xoo_nodoka_chan_oox-d3cfowe.png.03fac5ca3c4a3b8a2acc1686fe22dfa0.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> ....

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[Delilah June]

Name: Kula Sikoro
Age: 25


Gender: Female


Race: Tiika


Height: 5'7"


Weight: 156


Occupation: Traveler.


Weapon: An enchanted sword called the Exerion Sword. it glows green because it has been enchanted. She also uses daggers.


Personality: She's really a fun-loving girl but if you make her mad she will have a temper. She comes from a small town that was poor most of the time so she doesn't mind not having money, but watch out because she is quite greedy.

She is done.

 

[Akihito]

She is done.

Oh okay then can you add a History, Appearance and add a bit more to her personality?

 

[Delilah June]

Name: Kula Sikoro
Age: 25


Gender: Female


Race: Tiika


Height: 5'7"


Weight: 156


Occupation: Traveler.


Weapon: An enchanted sword called the Exerion Sword. it glows green because it has been enchanted. She also uses daggers.


Personality: She's really a fun-loving girl but if you make her mad she will have a temper. She comes from a small town that was poor most of the time so she doesn't mind not having money, but watch out because she is quite greedy. Bubbly at times, giggling and laughing, trying to enjoy her years as much as she can.


Appearance: Wavy, blonde hair down to her knees. Tanned skin with a star-shaped birthmark on her neck. Tall and pretty skinny. Almond shaped eyes and thin lips.


History: Her mom was in jail most of her childhood years for assault and battery, and her father was a drug addict. She raised herself basically. She got injured at a young age because her father dropped a beer bottle, and Kula tripped on it and got glass shards stuck in her.

Done editing Aki :3

 

[Akihito]

Name: Kula Sikoro
Age: 25


Gender: Female


Race: Tiika


Height: 5'7"


Weight: 156


Occupation: Traveler.


Weapon: An enchanted sword called the Exerion Sword. it glows green because it has been enchanted. She also uses daggers.


Personality: She's really a fun-loving girl but if you make her mad she will have a temper. She comes from a small town that was poor most of the time so she doesn't mind not having money, but watch out because she is quite greedy. Bubbly at times, giggling and laughing, trying to enjoy her years as much as she can.


Appearance: Wavy, blonde hair down to her knees. Tanned skin with a star-shaped birthmark on her neck. Tall and pretty skinny. Almond shaped eyes and thin lips.


History: Her mom was in jail most of her childhood years for assault and battery, and her father was a drug addict. She raised herself basically. She got injured at a young age because her father dropped a beer bottle, and Kula tripped on it and got glass shards stuck in her.

I'd prefer more but I'll let you pass xD


I'm sure we'll discover more as you roleplay her!

 

[Queen Rai]

[QUOTE="Rai-Chan]

Name: Kiara Dun'Stroth


Age: 22


Gender: Female


Race: Ancient


Height: 5'6"


Weight: 119lbs


Occupation: Sword-Fighting Master; she teaches young students.


Weapon:

​

Personality: Kiara doesn't take any crap from anyone. She's hard on her students, and people tend to misunderstand her methods. There could be a little boy or girl who is amazing with the sword...they show promise, and any instructor in their right mind would take them on in a heartbeat. Any instructor but Kiara...because when she chooses her students, she doesn't look for talent. She looks for soul. Someone who cared deeply about the art of swordsmanship, but wasn't that great at it, are the types of children Kiara takes it...and even though she snaps at them, works them until they can't stand...she cares about them greatly. Her students are her children, in a way.


History/Bio: Kiara was born in Tlain. Not a village or town or city...just Tlain. Somewhere in the country, somewhere that is hardly touched by anyone...the nearest village was miles away, but she and her aunt didn't mind.


The killer of Kiara's parents was an incredible plume of flickering, ferocious fire that had ominously started in the middle of the night. Being just a small child, all the girl could do was cry and try to heave herself out of her crib as smoke poured into the room. Just as the child was losing consciousness, a pair of strong, large arms lifted her out of her crib...the arms of her father, who had ran through the flames to save her. As he was running out of the collapsing house, he barely managed to break a window and toss the two year old down onto a cart full of hay.


And the house come toppling down on her bed-ridden mother and her heroic father.


Aunt Revira, living only a few miles away, awoke to the horrible sight of smoke rising off in the distance. She immediately broke into a run, still in her nightdress, to find her sister's house collapsed. At first, she assumed the entire family had died...well, she did until she saw a small girl with hair of ebony crawling towards her.


Ever since then, Revira swore to protect Kiara.


It wasn't difficult to take care of the girl, either. Money wasn't an issue, nor was food. They lived far enough away from things where taxes and bills weren't an issue, and everything they ate came from their own garden. When Kiara turned six years old, four years after the accident, Revira presented the child with a beautiful wooden...stick.


"You'd better start learning now, girl. I'm gonna get old someday and you're going to have to fight off the monsters so they don't eat all my food."


Kiara was in love. Every single day she'd swing the stick around, and she even made herself a dummy to practice on out of an empty potato sack and some hay.


By the time Kiara was ten years old, she had mastered the stick...so Revira went to the nearest town with Kiara...to find a teacher.


Eventually, after only a day of searching, they came across and old man. He was bent over a cane, and didn't look like much, but insisted that he was a master of the sword...though he wasn't too keen to be taking on such a young girl.


Revira, being the trusting woman she was, believed him...and it's a good thing she did. The old man took Kiara on as his apprentice; the first one he had had in years...and by far the most talented. She seemed to understand how the sword wasn't a weapon, but an extension to yourself. He taught her patience...courage...


After years and years, they grew a very strong friendship with one another, despite his almost constant bitterness.


After a very long, difficult day of training, Kiara grew impatient and slammed her sword down.


"I want to go home!" she screamed. "I want to see my aunty! I want to go! I want my family!"


The old man opened the door for her, not saying a word.


Kiara stormed out. The rain was pouring. She started to go down the street, crying again wondering why she couldn't just have a normal life...she didn't get too far.


At about one o'clock in the morning, Kiara sheepishly knocked at the door. The old man opened up, and ushered the sobbing girl inside. He poured her some tea, and then they sat by the fire to talk.


"You see that sword, hanging above the mantle, Kiara? That was my daughter's sword. She was taken from me by someone who believed violence was what swordsmanship was...you would have liked Mikina. She was just as talented as you are. When I took you to train, I didn't want to. You remind me so much of her...I didn't want another student after I lost her. I wanted her back...I wanted my family. I know exactly how you feel."


After that night, the two were almost inseparable. Aunt Revira came to visit once every two months to see how her niece's training was coming along...surprisingly, when Kiara was 14 through 18...well...those were her happiest years.


It's no surprise that Kiara was devastated when he contracted a fatal disease.


"Listen to me, Kiara...you...are capable of great things...you are...you are not the only one...who has learned. You...taught me things, as well...I...want you to have...the sword hanging above the mantle...and I want you to...remember...you aren't related to me...but you..."


"You're my daughter."


And he died. Right there.

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It is done.

 

[Akihito]

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Name:


Vaelr the Farseer


Age:


Unknown


Gender:


Male


Race:


Kilas/Elf


Height:


6'


Weight:


147 lbs


Occupation:


Renowned Scholar


Diamond Name:


Lilian (Affectionately called Pixy)


Diamond Appearance:


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Personality:


Vaelr is a kind, quirky and strange at times, but gentle-spirited Kilaian.


He has a unquenchable thirst for knowledge and is considered the wisest beings that walks Akirai. Vaelr wants to know everything in Akirai and the universe beyond it. He wants to learn it and teach it to the rest of the world. Vaelr can be overbearing at times as he gets crazy about his huge collection and is in insulted when people ignore him about the knowledge of the world. His quest is to learn and share more knowledge but it seems Kilaians are the only race that really cares about it.


He's determined to make other races enjoy the thrill of knowledge.


History/Bio:


Not much is known about Vaelr. He is mysterious and wise. Rumos say that he acquired Lilian long before Diamonds were discovered.


(Deliberately keeping this short for future events.)

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Name:


Arranseer


Age:


25 years old


(Very young in Kilaian standards)


Gender:


Male


Race:


Kilas


Height:


5'11"


Weight:


110 lbs


Occupation:


Enchanter/Ranger


Weapon:


Enchanted Kilaian Bow


Family Crest:


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Personality and History:


Arranseer is a quiet, young Kilaian.


He's nice enough but no one knows for sure because he doesn't talk unless he has to. Arranseer is hunter and is mostly seen in the woods. For such a young Kilaian, who at his age are usually very social and active, he is rarely seen amongst his race. Staying in the woods, he has more interaction with woodland creatures than his own kind. No one understand why he does this. It's even a mystery to his parents. Arranseer can disappear for months and turn up one day without a single word.


What Arranseer is doing is traveling the world, just studying the other races. Ancients intrigue him the most. He spends many of his days dwelling in their castles and villages. What intrigued him the most is how imperfect they were. Compared to Kilaians, no race seemed to compare with them. Many Kilaians that perfection and beauty come from the great things like themselves however that is not how Arranseer is. He believes that it comes from the small things. Things that were not meant to be perfect are perfect or have the potential to be.


Kilaians think that Ancients have addled his brain but he denies this. Arranseer will wander the Ancient villages and just watch them, study them. He will play with their children, talk to their females, work with the men. Arranseer does not consider himself one of them but feels that he was perhaps a mistake to be a Kilaian.

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[Queen Rai]

Name: Mythina Ces'Rune


Age: 7 (almost 8, as she would remind you)


Gender: Female


Race: Half Kilas, Half Ancient


Height: 4'0"


Weight: 51lbs


Occupation: Student/Apprentice of Swordmanship


Weapon: A small, wooden training sword.


Personality: An outgoing girl who's eager to learn. She wants to know absolutely everything about anything, and sometimes thinks she does. She enjoys being in charge, and doesn't like it when people try to stand in the way of things she wants. She's very charming, but can definitely be an annoying little pest (especially to her teacher). She loves plants and flowers, and keeps a small garden right outside of her home, the dojo. She hates people who pick her flowers, and she hates people who underestimate her. She hates it when people call her a kid, because she's obviously a mature "adult".


History/Bio: Mythina was born just outside a large city in Vaal to two loving parents; an ancient father and his beautiful Kilas wife. They were all very happy, and Mythina was even able to have a little brother! She loved him, and would do absolutely everything with him from the time he was born (she was four).


Everything changed when her mother became very ill...nobody thought to take her to a doctor; it was only a cough at first, sure to go away. That was their first mistake.


Their second mistake was letting the ill mother near the small baby and Mythina. They contracted the disease not long after their mother...they cough grew into a full on flu, and then, it got worse. Mythina was incredibly lucky enough to have a much milder case than her brother and mother, who were getting progressively worse as she began to get better. Mythina's father, being the only one who wasn't ill, brought a doctor home with him to check on his sick family.


"A strange disease indeed..." he muttered. "I have seen some cases of this...don't worry, it's not fatal at this stage, and I assure you your wife and son will recover. It seems your wife has been directly exposed to the disease, whereas your son only caught it from her...but his case is just as bad since he is so young..it will take time for them to recover. A lot of time. Has anyone already had this illness in your house?


Mr Ces'Rune gestured towards small Mythina, who had already made a full recovery since her case was contracted from her mother and her immune system was strong enough to fight it off before it got into a worse stage.


"You need to get her out of the house immediately. With this particular disease, catching it once won't kill you...but if you catch it again, and from the same person...especially one at the stage your wife is in...the bacteria has grown stronger, and the illness has already weakened your daughter...the results could be fatal if she stays here any longer."


Of course, Mythina's father was devastated, but if it was the only way to keep his daughter from dying, he would have to take her somewhere else to live while her mother and brother recovered.


"But I can't leave my wife and son here." he said, thinking of a legit excuse to not leave right away.


The doctor thought for a moment, then said, "I am going to a small village in Twain tomorrow on business. I can take Mythina with me...and I assure you, if I can't find a place for her to stay, she can live with me."


So the next day, Mythina left her family behind and was off to a whole new place. She didn't even know why...


The girl lived with the doctor for a few months, working as his assistant while he searched for a home for her. She learned about herbs and medicine...she loved it there.


She was a little bitter when he told her that a lady had agreed to take her in.


That very day, the doctor brought Mythina to a small dojo in town. It was old, but nice. Everything was clean and usable...it was interesting. In the doorframe stood a young, beautiful women with a simple kimono on.


"Are you Mythina?" she asked sharply, looking the girl up and down. Mythina nodded, and was soon ushered in the door. She wasn't inside for two minutes before the women thrusted a mop into her hands.


"You can stay here, but you have to clean. My students can't train in a messy dojo, ya know." the women said, leaving Mythina to work. "By the way, my name's Kiara."


For a few months, Mythina cleaned without complaint, even though she was slightly hostile towards Kiara...she hated being bossed around. One day, when Mythina was cleaning up the wood swords the students trained with after they all had left...she grew curious. She picked up one of the swords...


And began swinging like mad, yelling things like, "TAKE THAT, YOU NASTY KIARA! YOU STUPID WITCH! HYA! HYYYAAA!"


Little did the girl know, Kiara was watching her with a large grin on her face. She cleared her throught, and Mythina spun around, dropping the sword. The look on her face was too much, and Kiara burst out laughing.


"If you wanted to be a student, you could have said something!" she laughed, doubling over slightly. Mythina was frozen.


"But, you'll still have to do your chores, okay? No buts!"


Mythina didn't even get to say that she didn't WANT to be a student. Not that Kiara would have listened...


Though eventually, Mythina fell in love with the art of swordsmanship and was eager to learn. She didn't even mind her chores anymore! She and Kiara became good friends...


The only thing missing was her family.


Other: ASIA, AFRICA--do I have to do this again x3 Twain, Vaal, Dthre, Tlavoon.

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