Fantasy Campfire (Characters)

[Enkerzed]

All you need is a name really. If your character is from another roleplay, feel free to copy and paste your cs here. Otherwise, here's a basic skeleton (don't have to follow this format, you can come up with your own if you like)...


Name:

Appearance: [PICTURE]

Description: (Height, weight, skin colour, hair colour, eye colour, etc. in no particular order)

Age:

Gender:

Race:

Personality:

Background:

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Spoiler: Approved characters

Enkerzed ~ Firekeeper, Galzis
The_Omega_Effect ~ Nikolai Loskov
Venchi1986 ~ Kuji Agu
Soliloquy ~ Aslandria
xrakkax ~ Aleksanteri Desta

 

[Enkerzed]

Name: Firekeeper

Description: Hooded figure in a black cloak.

Gender: Male

 

[Enkerzed]

Name: Galzis Stoneback

Appearance:

Spoiler

Description:

• 5'8
• 170lbs
• Black hair
• Blue eyes
• Pale
• Lean and mean

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Race: Human

Rank: Dragoon

Style: Striker

Personality:
Serious and intense, Galzis can best be described as the embodiment of northern temperament for which the barbaric tribes of the Stormwall Mountains and indeed most Norsinians are infamous for. Hotheaded, passionate and impulsive to a fault, Galzis is the type to prefer action over words and has little patience for anything he sees as a waste of time. Above all else however is his powerful hatred of dragons, stemming from the time he had witnessed his village and entire tribe burn before his very eyes as a child. Although often plagued by feelings of inadequacy due to not being as strong as the rest of his peers, Galzis is driven like no other and thinks nothing of putting himself at risk for others.

History:
Born among the Stoneback tribe in the northern parts of the Stormwall Mountains, Galzis learned from an early age to fight, hunt and survive in the cold, rugged terrain of the mountainous region. With no brothers or sisters and his mother having died in childbirth, Galzis would join up with the other boys his age whenever his father went away to hunt or raid, and together they would form their own hunting party, taking on wolves, mountain lions, bears and boars. Whenever they could find nothing to hunt, they would fight each other and compete in a variety of challenges. Galzis was never the best at anything in particular, but he would always at least come second or third in everything and soon came to be known as the most reliable member of the group.

Although the others looked upon him favourably, Galzis was unhappy being good at everything, but the best at nothing and so he set off on a solo journey at the age of 16 to survive in the wilderness on his own for a month, as much to prove to himself than to others that he could do it. Upon his return to the village however, he arrived just in time to see a dragon burning his people alive and for all that he had went through on his journey, there was absolutely nothing he could do. When he had finished burying his tribe and mourning for their loss, he travelled to the Sunpeak Monastery to become a Dragoon and swore to prevent the same fate from happening to anyone else.

Skills:

• Hunting
• Fishing
• Climbing
• Survival
• Riding

Abilities: Prana

• Enhanced Speed - accelerate up to 60km/hr when running (not his best skill).
• Enhanced Strength - capable of reducing a tree to splinters with his bare hands given enough time and effort.
• Enhanced Toughness - capable of withstanding the lash of a dragon's tail without suffering any injury (might be some bruises though).
• Feel No Pain - disable pain receptors from broken or fractured bones.
• Imbue Weapon - increase durability of steel weapons to near adamantine level.
• Leap - up to 200m vertical.

Equipment:

• Adamantine longsword
• Steel shortsword

Extra:

• Mostly likely to fall for a joke and take it seriously, no matter how ridiculous it seems.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

ZERO
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Name: Nikolai Loskov
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 26
Lone Wolf -- Bounty Hunter -- Sharpshooter -- Neutral/Evil
Personality: As pragmatic and detached as one can get, Nikolai Koslov is a bounty hunter with a deadly aim that only goes after targets which offer the highest reward, with him deeming anything less as a waste of his time. With him travelling from town to town, seeking a bigger challenge to face, Nikolai had found little use in an ally of any kind, leading to him being quite the loner. He tends to have an attitude which is described as arrogant, cynical, stubborn and bold by the few people who interacted with him. Basically, he's a fucking asshole. Nikolai is very calculating, making sure that he has all available information before going into to complete a mission. And once he sets his sights on a goal, he will go through any length to complete it, doing so with utmost ruthlessness. This does often lead to him being tunnel-visioned on a single goal. His stubborn attitude makes it very difficult for someone to change his mind. He will try to choose the most beneficial outcome for himself in all situations. Nikolai also has lots of trust issues, with a very few knowing his real name.

Guns:
Ωmega(picture):
His sniper rifle. The weapon has a huge caliber and operates using a cylinder with a capacity of 5 bullets. The barrel has been outfitted with a scope that provides a generous zoom which allows for the right user to pick off targets at an impressive distance. Naturally, the weapon gives off quite the loud noise and is very difficult to reload. Luckily, most targets need only one bullet. And if the bullets are for some reason not powerful enough, Nikolai can simply customize them to give them more incendiary capabilities.

Nightfall:
His revolver. This is Nikolai's emergency sidearm that he relies on to get him out of most sticky situations. It is massive in size and like his sniper rifle, it only holds 5 rounds. However, a carefully placed shot can bring most people down due to the raw power of the weapon. Nikolai's deadly aim means that he won't be missing too often.

His silenced Sub-Machine Gun:
This weapon is his go to for silent jobs that require him sneaking into places. The weapon's silenced barrel allows him to shoot without alerting everyone. It has a decent fire rate and a good magazine capacity. With the bullets' caliber being quite small, it usually takes multiple shots to take people down. He also uses this weapon to give himself suppressive fire if he has to escape.

Equipment:
It is a laser blade around 30 cms (12 inches) long. The laser edge allows him to cut through hard materials. It can also be switched to a tase mode if he is fighting against a human opponent where it will shock the target upon contact with their body, frying most robotics attached and paralysing any human target. He has to not be in contact with the target any other way that can conduct electricity for him to not get shocked himself. Naturally, the weapon is battery operated and if it is out of charge or is turned off, it functions as a normal blade. In his experience, the blade is more useful as a tool for breaking in than actual fighting. But that does not mean he doesn't know how to use it.

 

[Venchi1986]

Name: Kuji Agu

Appearance:

Spoiler: Normal

Spoiler: Morphed

Description: (Height, weight, skin colour, hair colour, eye colour, etc. in no particular order)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Kuji is far from stupid, and tends to notice things others overlook whether it's obvious or not. Sometimes this can cause him to come up with strange but effective plans, other times his plans are just strange. While not pessimistic he prefers to know what to do if something goes wrong ahead of time so that solving the problem is easier but understands that is not always an option.

Background: When Kuji grew up both his parents had jobs, as a teacher and a security guard, though they did make sure that he never was home alone before the age of fourteen. Due to him going to the elementary school his mother worked at some of the children saw him a teacher's pet and he never was very popular, but at least he wasn't bullied. He did better in middle school where he wasn't related to any of the teachers.

Things changed significantly for him when one morning after an unexpected "meteor shower" in which twelve stars fell to the grounds. As it turned out he was chosen by the Tiger of the Chinese Zodiac to stop a bunch of animals who over the centuries turned into monsters from taking revenge for losing the race and in doing so unknowingly helping the Big Bad cause some kind of major disaster.

Extra:

Spoiler: Mecha

Spoiler: Personal Weapon

Spoiler: Zodaic Shifter

Just replace the animal head with that of a tiger.

 

[Soliloquy]

Aslandria
The Lioness
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Presumably late twenties

Description: Petite, just over five feet in height; fiery locks and fierce green eyes. Rarely seen in armor, although she has a set of gold chain mail; most frequently wears riding gear appropriate for the weather in.
Personality: Aslandria is as unforgiving as the fire that flickers within, reaching out with an insatiable hunger for destruction and devastation. She typically doesn't bother with forming any sense of a bond, finding other life forms to be a bother and frequently in the way.
Background: Although nothing like most mercenaries at first glance, she has provided for herself through bounties and similar rewards for several years. The lion Wrath has been her companion since she was a young child, the original reason she was forced to leave her village. His presence was the spark that sent the kindling of her power ablaze and left her with no choice but to go out in the world. When no one would accept their presence, they took to working for the highest bidder. She's been trained for both her magic as well as combat, thriving despite her smaller figure.
Extra: Her companion is Wrath, the stoic lion. Although he is nearly parallel her sense of wickedness, there is more than meets the eye. He has the ability to speak to her mind, although she cannot do the same in return.

Spoiler: Character Example (Not from this site)

“No, please don’t,” a brittle, young voice pleaded, coming from the voice of a fallen child, heaped on the ground. He couldn’t have been more than five years of age, trembling and bare as he looked up at what was certainly going to be his death. The hypnotizing golden orbs of the hauntingly large lion hovered over him, jaw opening for his tongue to slide out, licking his chops. “I-I-I don’t want to die…”

“But you see my dear, Wrath is hungry,” the smoky words furled from just behind the lion who was growing anxious. “And as much as you may say you don’t want to die...that means nothing to me. What does matter to me, is my dear lions health, which includes his meals. It’s only a coincidence that you happen to be his next one.”

The child erupted in tears of fright, trying to back away from the snapping jaws of the nearing lion. A low and steady growl came from Wrath as he closed the gap on his prey. Death would come, but not be swift, enjoying the slow destruction of the boy, piece by piece. His screams seemed to echo for ages from the reverberating walls of the Great Mountains around them. The cruel torture would be overseen by the woman nearby, although her interest in the matter seemed to be dissipating quickly. Once Wrath had his fill, bloody muzzle, rubbing against her thigh, she stroked his mane, eliciting a deep purr. ‘The tender flesh soothes my hunger cries,’ a rich tenor voice filled her head, one she had heard for years.

“Very good,” she praised, waving a hand at the remains and setting them ablaze. With her companion fully fed, they were ready to be on their way. Climbing on his broad shoulders, she nudged him in the direction of the regarded palace of Arai. Talk of the wicked endeavors of the powers within were unable to be missed, the talk piquing the interest of the fire mage. In quick strides, Wrath began to travel quickly, the earth rising to meet his paws. ‘What do you hope to find within, Aslandria?’

“The beginning of our rise to power,” she said with confidence, her fingers buried in his mane as she balanced on his back. The resonating waves of power reverberated from rider to mount in a continuous chain, feeding off the other only to grow and repeat. Determination coursed through her veins, eyes locked ahead as they raced through the terrain.

 

[xrakkax]

Name: Aleksanteri Desta