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SpookySpecter

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NAME: [SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Kyns Arvo the Dragon SLayer[/SIZE]


NICKNAME(optional):[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Dragon Slayer,Arvo[/SIZE]


RACE(half-breeds acceptable): [SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Human[/SIZE]


AGE:[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]31[/SIZE]


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5'9 with an athletic build.(doesn't wear the goggles.)


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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Flameguard[/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]:[/SIZE]


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A hefty set of steam plate armor.


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Hydraulics inside the arms allow for wall-shattering punches. High quality layers of steel protect Kyns almost completely from intense heat, bladed weaponry, and small projectiles. However the armor can be physically demanding on him, despite rigorous training. For the most part, Kyns' mobility is slightly hindered due to the sheer weight. Must be left behind in a depot or outside when not in use. User must remove helmet and climb in or out through the top, as the armor is one solid set and parts cannot be individually put on or be taken off (except for the helmet of course). With the armor on, Kyns stands at 6'4. It is powered by a steam engine on the back.




[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Devil’s Breath[/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]:[/SIZE]


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A single shot shotgun.


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The small pipe below the barrel contains thermite, and a little is shot out with each shell. Thermite, when combined with high temperatures, creates a redox reaction (it makes things fiery and awful) The initial shotgun pellets stop short of the flames. Allowing for those a little outside of his shotgun's range to still be seared by the flame.





MAGIC(optional,unless you're an elf):

[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Ascended Magic[/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]:[/SIZE]


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A Dull Age form of magic that allows the user to increase their own power for a short time.


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What is most interesting about this magic, is that it can only be implemented through runes, and its properties change depending on the person. When using ascended magic, the user's eyes will always go blank and glow a bright light. As well as cause smoke to rise from the body. For Kyns, his ascended magic grants him staggering amounts of strength, and his veins glow brightly to match his eyes. However, after using ascended magic, the user will become incredibly drowsy, and must recharge their runes through meditation. Kyns earned his runes from the Hilingrove Monks.





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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Kyns was born in the south, with two younger brothers. His mother and father were both farmers, and he felt as he was doomed to the fields with his siblings. Unlike his family, Kyns wished to become an adventurer. At the the young age of 9, He would take long journeys into the wild and come home with small treasures. Terrified of anything happening to her oldest son, His mother restricted him from leaving the farmhouse. Kyns was bound to the fields for 5 years, and life was depressing. One day, when Kyns was plowing the fields, a fire dragon flew into the fields and began slaughtering his family's livestock. Being the closest one home, Kyns saw his chance at adventure, and ran at the beast with his field plow. (I mean...it's not like he's leaving the farm) The dragon, after eating his fill on sheep and cow, turned to the small human and laughed heartily. With a flick of it's gigantic tail it sent Kyns flying onto his back, and nearly snapped his neck. Kyns lay on the ground in pain, until the dragon flew away, laughing at the boy's failure and his belly full of livestock. Kyns limped home in defeat, and his mother's grip on his life only tightened. At 18, her grip finally loosened, and she finally realized her sons depression. She permitted her son to leave, and Kyns immediately set out to slay the dragon. It took two years of tracking and training, but Kyns finally found the beast inside a cave in Driviirn, the next region over. He openly challenged the dragon, knowing the creature was naturally head strong, and wasn't likely to decline his offer. The dragon unleashed a mighty blast of flesh-searing flame from his cave. The beast had accepted and Kyns rose victorious from the battle. He decapitated the creature and brought the head to Binbig, where he was heavily rewarded and given the title: Dragonslayer. He gave all the money to his family however, and humbly rejected his mother's request to stay at the farmhouse any longer. He made his way north, and trained in the mountaintop village of Hilingrove for 5 years with a master of hand to hand combat. He later fought in a war for the monks, against a rival clan called the Dringoolas. The tribal war gave him terrible PTSD as a result. He was now 25, and hungry for adventure, with his master's blessing he set off west to the capital city of Pitfum, Where he received steam armor training from a blacksmith named Vamba, and was assisted in crafting both his armor and gun. To this day, he assists the police force in capturing criminals and stopping the mob. But, he wouldn't mind doing something else. In fact, he plans on leaving the city soon, in search of new adventure. [/SIZE] 


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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]The thrill of combat[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Chicken[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Adventure[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]His family[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Meeting new people[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Puppies[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]His armor[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]War[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Losing friends[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Cowards[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.6667px]Dishonorabe Opponents[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]“Don’t make me kill you.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]“I mean...I [/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]AM [/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]pretty awesome.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]“COME HERE SO I CAN PUNCH YOU DAMN IT!!!”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-His headphones come with a tiny record player, which he can use like a walkman.[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-He has several Runes running down his back, which were all earned from different trials in his training with the Hilingrove Monks. They glow the more they are charged. [/SIZE]
 
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<span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';">Richard "Rick" Bellfast</span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"> </span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/c8/36/33/c83633b9428c9532f9d8fe90741c1512.jpg&key=808cee346ee23513e715f2887ad555a85e191494e0241d6a676c3671978b72ca" class="ipsImage" alt="c83633b9428c9532f9d8fe90741c1512.jpg" /></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';">
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</span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Age:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> 61 human years </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Race:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> Human </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Character desc:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> Rick is 6'3 and has an athletic build, well, as much as a man in his early 60's can have. He is surprisingly agile of someone his age. </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';">
</span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:24px;">Weaponry</span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';">
</span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gunsoficarusonline/images/a/aa/Squid-0.png/revision/latest?cb=20150131185003" rel="external nofollow"><strong>The Airship "The Madeleine"</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">(weapons aboard include a bow-mounted </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gunsoficarusonline/images/c/c7/Barkingd.png/revision/latest?cb=20130921000525" rel="external nofollow"><strong>carronade</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">, a starboard mounted </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130104122324/gunsoficarusonline/images/e/e0/Whirlwind.png" rel="external nofollow"><strong>minigun</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">, and an aft mounted </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gunsoficarusonline/images/b/bf/Phobos.png/revision/latest?cb=20130921000527" rel="external nofollow"><strong>mine dropper</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">. Each gun is equipped with a trigger lock that can only be disengaged from the pilot's helm.), </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://orig06.deviantart.net/6f7e/f/2012/188/2/9/steampunk_rifle_by_3dpoke-d56dchk.jpg" rel="external nofollow"><strong>a custom built rifle</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">, and a pair of </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g1-M00-32-25-rBVaGFVbx5iATcIIAAG3WrD3tT8033.jpg/2pcs-silver-death-squads-steel-brass-knuckle.jpg" rel="external nofollow"><strong>steel knuckles</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">. </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';">
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</span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Backstory:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> Rick grew up in Astren, a quiet town on the outskirts of the Driviirn. There, he grew up as a single child to a diplomat(his mother) and a mechanic(his father). As the years progressed, it became more and more apparent that the young lad certainly had a knack for machines. So when he was 19, him and his father began a massive project to create an airship of their own. It wasn't until he was 36 that the airship was fully flyable, however by the time it was built to that point his mother was on her deathbed due to an unknown political opponent poisoning her with a toxin no doctor in all of the eastern realm had seen. Merely days later she succumbed to the poison and passed on from this life. It was with that, he and his father named the airship after her: Madeleine. Some months later after the depression of her passing had passed, Rick's father, David, decided to head into Aljiirn in search of Aldrazi's lab. In doing so, he left The Madeleine to his only son in hopes he may continue to help others wherever he goes. </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Likes:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">
Flying his airship
playing his </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://cdns3.gear4music.com/media/4/41921/1200/preview.jpg" rel="external nofollow"><strong>semi-acoustic guitar</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">
Sharing a cup of tea with those who ask
listening to the stories of travelers who ride with him
</span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Dislikes:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">
Senseless violence
having to hurt someone, even if there is no other choice
people touching or messing with his personal items
pirates and the like who aim to steal from him
</span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Quote: </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> "Why resort to senseless violence when a simple chat over tea will accomplish so much more?" </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><strong>Add. info: </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;">
He trained himself in bare-knuckle boxing in his late 20's/early 30's
His mother was the one responsible for his addiction to tea, along with his passion for pacifism
He keeps a </span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FqOEiQeCfs/ToJxCBcCzpI/AAAAAAAAYhA/mCaooMLVSd0/s1600/alkali_flier_21.jpg" rel="external nofollow"><strong>picture of his wife</strong></a></span></span><span style="font-family:'monotype corsiva';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> by the helm of the airship
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  • <strong>NAME: </strong>Elizabeth Booker DeWitt <strong>NICKNAME: </strong>Elly, Liz, Lizbeth, Booker, or simply DeWitt "Others also call me by the name 'Crazy' I still don't get why though..." <strong>AGE:</strong> 25 "One does not simply ask a lady about her age..." <strong>RACE: </strong>Human <strong>CHARACTER PICTURE: </strong><strong><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/eb/56/0b/eb560bc7778a1c35f811e89e55221bb6.jpg&key=33329370a1103f7ac07a73b4c80417eaf5d9a53d45e0d8dc123f2ac0d7597661" class="ipsImage" alt="eb560bc7778a1c35f811e89e55221bb6.jpg" /></strong><strong> </strong> <strong>CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: </strong>Elizabeth stands 5'7'' tall. She is built in a rather slender way.

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<strong>NAME: Clair O'Reilly NICKNAME: The Blue Flame Of Innovation AGE: 27 RACE: Elf CHARACTER PICTURE: </strong><strong><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4e/3b/c2/4e3bc2a877baaa828773feca196f3bdb.jpg&key=c44606f3022a13d2dd06cadef7f0b4184d2441352bffa08814543324c064db83" class="ipsImage" alt="4e3bc2a877baaa828773feca196f3bdb.jpg" /></strong><strong> WEAPON(S): (if any)


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Clockwork Dragon. Clair has created a clockwork dragon capable of both flight and combat. The dragon can spray steam from its mouth and crush steel with its claws , if you combine that with the fact its covered in steam plate.... well you get the picture. Clair carry's around a whistle that can be used to call the dragon from anywhere. MAGIC: the ability to conjure blue flames at will BACKSTORY: Clair hail's from the East , Binbig to be precise. Clair was an only child and raised solely by her mother in the capital. Clair was an overachiever from a very young age , taking to steam , clock work and magic all at once with seemingly effortless ease. At the age of fifteen Clair was deemed an engineering prodigy and accepted into the college of Oonbin on a scholarship. </strong> <strong>Some say this was when she truly began to flourish , you see shortly after joining the college Clair began publishing papers and blueprints. Not just any papers/blueprints no these were far more advanced than anything the college had seen in years ! Autonomous machines capable of flight and with an inbuilt ability to accept voice commands. Such things where unheard of yet here was fifteen year old elf making one after the other. Clair continued to surprise the college time and time again until she graduated at the age nineteen. After graduating Clair stayed on to teach and lecture at the college for quite some time until she reached the age of twenty five. Having spent her life within the walls of Binbig Clair longed for adventure and so that is what she did , well it's a little more complicated than that but all you need to know is she set off on an adventure sometime last year ,with the college's aproval, and is still roaming from place to place , teaching , learning and helping out where she can. LIKES: Reading Dragons Steam Tinkering The college DISLIKES: Dwarfs Idiots Thieves Tomatoes QUOTE: It's simple ! Just connect that 'thing' to that 'yoke' and this 'whatzit' to that 'thingymabob' Other : Clair's name is known throughout the land yet most don't even know she's an elf , it's common belief that she is in fact a dwarf.</strong>


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<div class="ipsQuote_contents"><p><strong>NAME: Clair O'Reilly NICKNAME: The Blue Flame Of Innovation AGE: 27 RACE: Elf CHARACTER PICTURE: </strong><strong><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4e/3b/c2/4e3bc2a877baaa828773feca196f3bdb.jpg&key=c44606f3022a13d2dd06cadef7f0b4184d2441352bffa08814543324c064db83" class="ipsImage" alt="4e3bc2a877baaa828773feca196f3bdb.jpg" /></strong><strong> WEAPON(S): (if any) View attachment 315463View attachment 315465 Clockwork Dragon. Clair has created a clockwork dragon capable of both flight and combat. The dragon can spray steam from its mouth and crush stone with its claws , if you combine that with the fact its covered in steam plate.... well you get the picture. Clair carry's around a whistle that can be used to call the dragon from anywhere. MAGIC: the ability to conjure blue flames at will BACKSTORY: Clair hail's from the East , Binbig to be precise. Clair was an only child and raised solely by her mother in the capital. Clair was an overachiever from a very young age , taking to steam , clock work and magic all at once with seemingly effortless ease. At the age of fifteen Clair was deemed an engineering prodigy and accepted into the college of Oonbin on a scholarship. </strong> <strong>Some say this was when she truly began to flourish , you see shortly after joining the college Clair began publishing papers and blueprints. Not just any papers/blueprints no these were far more advanced than anything the college had seen in years ! Autonomous machines capable of flight and with an inbuilt ability to accept voice commands. Such things where unheard of yet here was fifteen year old elf making one after the other. Clair continued to surprise the college time and time again until she graduated at the age nineteen. After graduating Clair stayed on to teach and lecture at the college for quite some time until she reached the age of twenty five. Having spent her life within the walls of Binbig Clair longed for adventure and so that is what she did , well it's a little more complicated than that but all you need to know is she set off on an adventure sometime last year ,with the college's aproval, and is still roaming from place to place , teaching , learning and helping out where she can. LIKES: Reading Dragons Steam Tinkering The college DISLIKES: Dwarfs Idiots Thieves Tomatoes QUOTE: It's simple ! Just connect that 'thing' to that 'yoke' and this 'whatzit' to that 'thingymabob' Other : Clair's name is known throughout the land yet most don't even know she's an elf , it's common belief that she is in fact a dwarf.</strong></p></div>


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  • <strong>NAME: </strong>Elizabeth Booker DeWitt <strong>NICKNAME: </strong>Elly, Liz, Lizbeth, Booker, or simply DeWitt "Others also call me by the name 'Crazy' I still don't get why though..." <strong>AGE:</strong> 25 "One does not simply ask a lady about her age..." <strong>RACE: </strong>Human <strong>CHARACTER PICTURE: </strong><strong><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/eb/56/0b/eb560bc7778a1c35f811e89e55221bb6.jpg&key=33329370a1103f7ac07a73b4c80417eaf5d9a53d45e0d8dc123f2ac0d7597661" class="ipsImage" alt="eb560bc7778a1c35f811e89e55221bb6.jpg" /></strong><strong> </strong> <strong>CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:</strong>
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[QUOTE="Ghost Hunter]Accepted

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Awesome! I made a small change in the weapons tab by giving her a companion, if that's possible. If there's anything I should change be sure to tell me via pm or such! :D
 
NAME: Zoey Redshard AGE: 23 RACE: Elf CHARACTER PICTURE: (Sorry its so big. Just imagine that there is NOT a big lion in the picture)

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Light weight steamplate with jumpboots. Two twin pistols 

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MAGIC: Ability to create an orb of light to light caves and dark spaces and the ability to take on the facial features and rough body structure of anyone shes had skin contact with.


BACKSTORY: Zoey's father was obsessed with finding the hidden workshop of Aldrazi Stemiin. He was born an raised in the East and set out at the age of 30 for the north. While traveling he met a girl who soon became Zoey's mother. Her mother was as obsessed with finding the workshop as her father was. They searched and hunted together until her mother had to remain in bed due to pregnancy. She was born healthy and was told all the stories of this amazing dwarf and his workshop. She eventually learned to hunt and search caves from her parents. When she was 17 her father got an amazing job opportunity teaching the history of steam power back home in the east. Zoey decided to stay and continue her father's search. In order to make ends meet she became a gun for hire, taking protection jobs, assassinations whatever would pay the most money most of her spare time was spent in the north counting her search. Her two pistols "Snow" and "Ice" were built by her and her father and her sword was found in a cave. She has spent most of her time alone since her family left aside from mercenary contractors and the occasional small talk at a tavern. She lives in the little house her parents built. As time goes on she finds herself loosing interest in her search and looking for connections in the mob to put her name out further as a bounty hunter/ mercenary. Most recently she finds herself taking more and more trips to the west and taking contracts. While she isn't proud of her line of work she needs some way to put food on the able and her parents believe that she settled down and married in the south somewhere.


LIKES: The cold, the North, adventure, Aldrazi Stemiin


 Practicing with her pistols and showing off.  DISLIKES:Too much heat, The South. being thought of as weak, QUOTE: "Too cold? HaHa HA you're funny." "Short for an elf? yeah...well...shut up."


 

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<div class="ipsQuote_contents"><p>NAME: Zoey Redshard AGE: 23 RACE: Elf CHARACTER PICTURE: (Sorry its so big. Just imagine that there is NOT a big lion in the picture) <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://i42.tinypic.com/dfltl.jpg&key=978dda393a0fd1e826a0986c224494eb372a3f93cd10af9ad6059af272816127" class="ipsImage" alt="dfltl.jpg" /> Height: 5'5 She is built slim and flexible. WEAPON(S): A plain short sword and two twin steam powered armor piercing pistols <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/f7/1a/45f71afd4d24e1e67ee6ffb98120eb1d.jpg&key=fbbd48a1562b7edf04954d579654b4f3072e358238d99b9f5d2c07126648a6bd" class="ipsImage" alt="45f71afd4d24e1e67ee6ffb98120eb1d.jpg" /> MAGIC: Ability to create an orb of light to light caves and dark spaces and the ability to take on the facial features of anyone shes had skin contact with. BACKSTORY: Zoey's father was obsessed with finding the hidden workshop of Aldrazi Stemiin. He was born an raised in the East and set out at the age of 30 for the north. While traveling he met a girl who soon became Zoey's mother. Her mother was as obsessed with finding the workshop as her father was. They searched and hunted together until her mother had to remain in bed due to pregnancy. She was born healthy and was told all the stories of this amazing dwarf and his workshop. She eventually learned to hunt and search caves from her parents. When she was 17 her father got an amazing job opportunity teaching the history of steam power back home in the east. Zoey decided to stay and continue her father's search. In order to make ends meet she became a gun for hire, taking protection jobs, assassinations whatever would pay the most money most of her spare time was spent in the north counting her search. Her two pistols "Snow" and "Ice" were built by her and her father and her sword was found in a cave. She has spent most of her time alone since her family left aside from mercenary contractors and the occasional small talk at a tavern. She lives in the little house her parents built. As time goes on she finds herself loosing interest in her search and looking for connections in the mob to put her name out further as a bounty hunter/ mercenary. Most recently she finds herself taking more and more trips to the west and taking contracts. While she isn't proud of her line of work she needs some way to put food on the able and her parents believe that she settled down and married in the south somewhere. LIKES: The cold, the North, adventure, Aldrazi Stemiin <span style="font-size:8px;">other women </span>Practicing<span style="font-size:14px;"> with her pistols and showing off. </span> DISLIKES:Too much heat, The South. being thought of as weak, QUOTE: "Too cold? HaHa HA you're funny." "Short for an elf? yeah...well...shut up."</p></div>


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<p> <span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Name:</strong></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);"> Joseph Lawrence </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Age:</strong></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);"> 25 </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Race:</strong></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);"> Human</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Role: </strong></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);"> Head of the Enigma syndicate</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Weapons: </strong></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);">Gauntlet which he wears on his left arm which acts as a flame thrower, and a small pistol. Joseph would rather face his opponents via hand to hand combat though, since that is what he excels at.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Background :</strong></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);">Born and raised within the heart of the west, Joseph has witnessed many horrendous, heinous acts done on people by the various large, almost mafia like gangs within the capital. Like many of the kids there, joining one of the various gangs was the only choice he had to make money, and with his brother's connections with the gang 'Enigma', he would join the group at a young age of 17. Joseph, after only a few months of joining, was caught in a massive raid by police. One of their, supposedly hidden, underground warehouse was ratted out by a double agent. A massive shoot out occurred. Only few survived, his brother was not one of those lucky few. This, as one would imagine, had a knock on effect on Joseph, and ever since that day, the world never looked the same to him anymore. His eyes grew cold and narrow, and his mouth hungered for taste of blood. This seemingly endless lust for killing is what ultimately gifted him the title, if you could call it that, of leader and head of the Enigma gang. Within a few years of his rule, Joseph was considered by many of the gang members, as well as the locals within his territory, to be a harsh and cruel person. In one of the more infamous cases, passed around as a sort of horror stories within town and by rookies of the gang, Joseph personally slaughtered a whole family for not being able to keep up with the monthly 'tax' that they would collect from local businesses, along with the members of his very on syndicate who failed to collect the money, exclaiming that he was hungry right after he finished.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>Additional information:</strong></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);">Joseph is the head of one of the 'big three' which are the name given to the 3 biggest factions. Together, they control almost the entirety of the underground world within the capital of the west. These three gangs have been fighting for decades, and it doesn't seem like the dispute will end anytime soon.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:'droid serif';"><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span style="color:rgb(166,166,166);">Apart from fight by himself, Joseph does have a few elite soldiers which he likes to keep near him, in case a big battle were to happen.</span></span></span></span>
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Basic Info



NAME: Richard Bellfast


NICKNAME: Rick


Age: 63 human years


RACE: Human


CHARACTER PICTURE:


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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Rick is 6'3 and has an athletic build, well, as much as a man in his early 60's can have. He is surprisingly agile of someone his age.
Weaponry
WEAPON(S): (if any)


Primary


The Airship "The Madeleine"(weapons aboard include a bow-mounted carronade, a starboard mounted minigun, and an aft mounted mine dropper. Each gun is equipped with a trigger lock that can only be disengaged from the pilot's helm.), a custom built rifle, and a pair of steel knuckles.
other info
BACKSTORY: (Please include the region from whence they hail, and any information on your characters upbringing, REMEMBER: you can make up cities and towns.)


LIKES:


Flying his airship


playing his semi-acoustic guitar


Sharing a cup of tea with those who ask


listening to the stories of travelers who ride with him


DISLIKES:


Senseless violence


having to hurt someone, even if there is no other choice


people touching or messing with his personal items


pirates and the like who aim to steal from him


QUOTE: "Why resort to senseless violence when a simple chat over tea will accomplish so much more?"


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:


He trained himself in bare-knuckle boxing in his late 20's/early 30's
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NAME: Aurora Valencia


AGE: 21


RACE: Human


CHARACTER PICTURE: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/r__steampunk_gal_by_bchart-d693uuu.png.c898fbd64dbb18c57a3e9de826bb5d9d.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="142894" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/r__steampunk_gal_by_bchart-d693uuu.png.c898fbd64dbb18c57a3e9de826bb5d9d.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


WEAPON(S): <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/tumblr_mzmoffuqmq1s3hp12o1_1280.jpg.4a95b4ba196bbe2238fefcf70177be10.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="142896" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/tumblr_mzmoffuqmq1s3hp12o1_1280.jpg.4a95b4ba196bbe2238fefcf70177be10.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/steampunk_scythe_by_sunrise_oasis-d2vpomm.jpg.77e6046fe57cb064646c854bfc07f63e.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="142898" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/steampunk_scythe_by_sunrise_oasis-d2vpomm.jpg.77e6046fe57cb064646c854bfc07f63e.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Bow scythe,,, it can turn into a steam scythe and a bow, the arrows contain magic but she rarely uses her bow unless necessary, the arrow can change elements but its a hassle to enchant them.


BACKSTORY: Aurora was born and raised in the North in a small town called, "Steelgrove"; with her Father Edward Valencia. Edward was a mechanic when it came to weapons as well as an inventor. He taught Aurora to follow in his foot steps where she very much enjoyed doing as well. Although the life a mechanic is easy going, she couldn't help but want to do more and challenge herself by making impossible weapons become possible. Her first and successful weapon is a designed scythe bow she calls, "Reaper". Regardless of the weapons form it can manage to cut like a chainsaw except for metal and steel that is. Even though its Aurora's prized possession, her weapon seems to back fire horribly to the point where it explodes in her face or jams. Aurora maybe a good fixer upper mechanic but when it came to creating, it seems she isn't as great.


Aurora eventually became a hard worker persistently trying to fix her failed creations. It was ironic that fixing was easy and successful, yet creating ruined her. Eventually this caused Aurora's health to get worse, as noticed by her father. Edward decided to get her hopes up and benefit her, that he would make his daughter build a robot with him. Excited and through the days of bonding, the steam robot assistant was created. The robot companion now called, Bugsy". Why she manages to name him that her father never knows but she did. It was to fool people into thinking its just a sweet bug or friend when in reality his a bucket of iron. Not only did the project help Aurora with her confidence but also got her thinking in what she would like to do which is travel the world and learn the ways of mechanics. And so she has set off with her companion Bugsy.


LIKES:fixing things, weapons, forest, mythology, knowsleep


DISLIKES: her failed projects, heat, sleep


Quote: "Nothing is useless. It can all be used for something important."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/big_sir___steampunk_robot_by_herrenmedia.png.f94d002e9c0867c424217f04090d4a65.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="142901" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/big_sir___steampunk_robot_by_herrenmedia.png.f94d002e9c0867c424217f04090d4a65.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> this is Bugsy







 

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NAME: Aurora Valencia
AGE: 19


RACE: Human


CHARACTER PICTURE: View attachment 315833


WEAPON(S): View attachment 315835 View attachment 315837 Bow scythe,,, it can turn into a steam scythe and a bow, the arrows contain magic but she rarely uses her bow unless necessary, the arrow can change elements but its a hassle to enchant them.


BACKSTORY: Aurora was born and raised in the North in a small town called, "Steelgrove"; with her Father Edward Valencia. Edward was a mechanic when it came to weapons as well as an inventor. He taught Aurora to follow in his foot steps where she very much enjoyed doing as well. Although the life a mechanic is easy going, she couldn't help but want to do more and challenge herself by making impossible weapons become possible. Her first and successful weapon is a designed scythe bow she calls, "Reaper". Regardless of the weapons form it can manage to cut like a chainsaw except for metal and steel that is. Even though its Aurora's prized possession, her weapon seems to back fire horribly to the point where it explodes in her face or jams. Aurora maybe a good fixer upper mechanic but when it came to creating, it seems she isn't as great.


Aurora eventually became a hard worker persistently trying to fix her failed creations. It was ironic that fixing was easy and successful, yet creating ruined her. Eventually this caused Aurora's health to get worse, as noticed by her father. Edward decided to get her hopes up and benefit her, that he would make his daughter build a robot with him. Excited and through the days of bonding, the steam robot assistant was created. The robot companion now called, Bugsy". Why she manages to name him that her father never knows but she did. It was to fool people into thinking its just a sweet bug or friend when in reality his a bucket of iron. Not only did the project help Aurora with her confidence but also got her thinking in what she would like to do which is travel the world and learn the ways of mechanics. And so she has set off with her companion Bugsy.


LIKES:fixing things, weapons, forest, mythology, knowsleep


DISLIKES: her failed projects, heat, sleep


Quote: "Nothing is useless. It can all be used for something important."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: View attachment 315840 this is Bugsy
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NAME:


Echo Reed


NICKNAME:


 None


 AGE:


 25


RACE:


Elf/Human


CHARACTER PICTURE:


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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:


5"8 and very athletic looking.


WEAPON:


 She generally relies on her magic but she has a Mechanic bug under her control, when it stings it shocks people.


MAGIC:


Echo can make illusions to all the senses, but seeing as she's not full elf her illusions aren't incredibly incredibly strong or believable in some senses. Her strongest ones being sight, sound and smell, weakest being taste and touch.


BACKSTORY:


Echo, was born in Pitfum to an elven mother and a human father in a relatively quiet part of the city. She was naturally a very curious girl, exploring the city from a young age. She loved using her magic, generally making little illusions to entertain people or get herself out of whatever mess she'd gotten herself into. She wasn't a rule breaker, she was just very clumsy and had a tendency to break stuff... Her Mother and Father were both pretty lenient with rules, and as a result, she's rather care free at times. She was never really good at engineering, seeing as the most success she had was making a flying bug that could shock people, what she did excel in though was using her imagination. As a job, she sold her ideas off to engineers making a good sum with it too but never really enjoyed it. With her father being in law enforcement, he regularly had to physically pull her away from crime scenes since she was always playing detective. She was far more interested in law enforcement then she was in architecture: her mothers job. As she grew into her late teens, she got a job (under her fathers supervision) helping people go undercover in gangs. She would gather intel, then help design the cops character, doing so to this day.


LIKES:

  • Coffee
  • Art
  • Music
  • Exploring
  • Learning 
  • People who take her seriously 
  • Animals 



DISLIKES:

  • Criminals
  • Tripping
  • Black Coffee
  • engineering



QUOTE:


"Roses are Red, Violets are blue. I have 5 fingers and the third one's for you."


"If you're going to come near me and smell like shit you could have at least bought me ice cream first..."


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<strong>NAME</strong>: James Raven <strong> NICKNAME</strong>: Raven <strong>AGE</strong>: 36 <strong> RACE</strong>: Human <strong>CHARACTER PICTURE</strong>: <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/Stuartantony1/SteampunkGuys3.jpg&key=4e4303d8ffe5175a1745a76e00209dc905b370e38c5189cdd2110cf51dcab7bf" class="ipsImage" alt="SteampunkGuys3.jpg" /><strong> WEAPONS</strong>: His cane is all he needs. <strong>MAGIC</strong>: He can turn into a Raven at the snap of his fingers and is somewhat psychic. <strong>BACKSTORY</strong>: James prefers not to discuss his past, not even with his best friend Silverstien, all that is known about him is that he originally was born in the farming region but his family moved to Tekjiirn while he was still a newborn. Years ago he saved a man named Bastiel Silverstien, to this day they are still friends. <strong>LIKES</strong>: +Birds +Tea +Riddles +Chatting <strong>DISLIKES</strong>: -Destruction -War -People that waste his time -Perfectionists <strong>QUOTE</strong>: "What? Never seen a talking Raven before, eh? Get used to it!" <strong> ADDITIONAL INFORMATION</strong>: Bastiel Silverstien owes him a life debt and has offered to stay by his side, to this day they are still good friends. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <strong>NAME</strong>: Bastiel Silverstien <strong>NICKNAME</strong>: Silverstien <strong>AGE</strong>: 34 <strong>RACE</strong>: Human <strong>CHARACTER PICTURE</strong>: <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a1/9b/ef/a19befd5af4130ee0220feef7dd2a79a.jpg&key=fc67ece7671125e60ee3d03cfff2e24debec2762f69c20b730bdf8f266abd33f" class="ipsImage" alt="a19befd5af4130ee0220feef7dd2a79a.jpg" /><strong>WEAPON(S)</strong>: Carries 2 mechanical 50. Cal Pistols along with a customized sniper rifle on his back and a deployable grappling hook. <strong>MAGIC</strong>: Pfft, who needs that? <strong>BACKSTORY</strong>: Most of his childhood was him trying to scrape by and find enough money to get medicine for his family who were sick with Blacklung (a type of lung cancer caused by bad respiratory problems and unclean atmospheres.) Growing up in Tekjiirn was difficult for him and his family, not having enough money one time and not enough food the other time, but he knew they wouldn't make it long. The years had been too hard and he had enough one day so fed up with it that he turned to a gang for help, the last people he would turn for help. They didn't turn him down, in fact they actually heard him out and said they'd help him out on the condition that he had something he could offer them in return. He claimed to be good with a sniper rifle, which was true since he had been taught by his father how to use one, and so that night they went to his home and poisoned his family members. The next morning he came sobbing to them asking what had happened and they lied straight to his face saying they didn't make it. As apart of the agreement, Bastiel was forced to work out his debt to the Eagles Syndicate as a hired thug. It wasn't until years later that they figured his use was no longer needed and sought to remove and replace him. And by remove they meant having him killed. Bastiel, by then he was referred to commonly as Silverstien, had been walking back to the HQ from another contract when he was attacked by another thug, he too being completely covered in some kind of odd attire. The gunshot must have missed and ricocheted off of the ground or something but after that first shot he ran and ran until he was out of breath, not knowing where he was going, his killer right behind as they stood at the edge of a building but just when the shot was fired a raven flew right past him and took the bullet right in the wing. He was amazed to see it but he took that chance to do so ething he never even considered and faked his death, falling back off of the building as if he was actually shot and fired his grappling hook at a separate building, safely decending down to the street. After waiting a while he went back up the building he jumped off to go see if the raven had survived, he had no doubt it woukd likely be dead but shockingly it wasn't. It wasn't even there! All there was was a man with a hat and cane wrapping a piece of cloth around his bloody arm. Later on after speaking with the man that saved his life he swore a life dept to the man, James Raven. <strong>LIKES</strong>: -Chatting with people -Guns -Sniping -Crime <strong>DISLIKES</strong>: -Beasts such as Dragons and other mythical beings -Airships -Having to help out for a "greater good" -Gangs <strong> QUOTE</strong>: "Screw magic, leave that shit to the elves." <strong>ADDITIONAL INFORMATION</strong>: Owes a life debt to James Raven and so he has sworn to work for him as a means to repay him, the two of them are good friends. He is also one of the best snipers you'll ever meet.


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NAME: Cyrus Abraham Glass


NICKNAME: Cy, Abe, Glass


AGE: 17


RACE:Human


CHARACTER PICTURE:


Tan skin, average body, brown eyes, average nose





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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: 6 foot 7, roaming around by himself at times


WEAPON


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MAGIC:Control/Summon fire


BACKSTORY: Cyrus came from the north, in a small town called, 'Piren', not very big or worth to mention. He grew up there and became one of the few town guards, guarding the town from bandits and other things alike, one day, he was out for a walk in the near by forest, he fell asleep, and when he awoke, he heard gun fire and screams, he rushed back to town to see it destroyed, one of the bandit clans must have allied with another few, then raided the place. He made his way home to see his mother, dead with a bullet to the head, along with his little sister. Since his town was gone, and his family dead, he packed up his hidden gear, and became a traveling mercenary, and kind soul, helping those in need.


LIKES:


Sweets


Meat


Cold water


Fruit flavored Tea


Good people


DISLIKES:


Bandits(They are all SOA, AND KOS, NO mercy)


the Heat


And rude people


QUOTES:"Alright, let's get going.", "You're alright...buck up and get back to it.", "Talk the talk, now walk the damn line!".


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: (Got rid of all but one gun, and gave him the same magic, hope he's nurfed enough)





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NAME: Blume von Eisen Blut
NICKNAME: The Crimson Witch


AGE: 27


RACE: Human/Elven


CHARACTER PICTURE:
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Futuristic_City_by_JJasso

Source to be added.


CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Manipulative, Calculative, and Cautious. She is A classic Female fetale, but looses all sense of control when confronted by Elves and Dwarves. Sadistic. Yet on the flip side is very emotional and can be easily manipulated by people of "Equal rank" She is a hard worker, and believes in all Strengths. Always willing to fight first. Has a soft spot for mothers and children and won't harm them of she can see them (hence bombings).


WEAPON(S): Pepperbox postol, daggers, Potions, and biological gas based Weaponry (ex: mustard gas grenades)


MAGIC: can manipulate plant life and accelerate growth of plant life. Immune to smog, Potions air and toxins.


BACKSTORY: Born in the east, Blume was born and raised in a a typical peaceful town in that region that was known for its great works in chemistry and botany. Her father was an elf who was a chemist and her mother a human Florist


she had a normal happy early child hood. But things changed when her father discovered her new found dead abilities. He took her to the local college of chemistry and botany and studied her to no end along with other Elven and dwarven scientist. For years she was dehumanized and used as nothing more than a mere guinea pig. So one day, sick of it all the pain and suffering she endured in the name of science, she learned how to grow toxic plants and killed all the scientist. But to her dismay she still lack control and the toxic plants continued to grow and spread it's miasma threw other the town killing everyone in its wake including her mother. She stayed in that town by herself and quantified off until late she was 16 when finally learned control. During that time in solitude she grew a deep resounding hate for all Elves and Dwarves and scientists in general. she grew hate full at her regions Pacifism In not executing her as a mass murder, she became twisted and jaded as her hate only fostered and grew like her toxic flowers. Blume went off on her own, traveling west to the violent region where the cities never sleep and crime never rests. that is where she slowly climbed the ranks of power of just a petty the if, to a gang boss to a mafia godmother and finally to the Captain of her Pirate air fleet, a terror threw out civilizations. Her pirates were know as The Miasma as they dropped bombs of biological weapons on unsuspecting towns and cities then looting it for all its wealth. Everyone knows her and she is on the top of the most wanted List. The Crimson Witch.


LIKES: Flowers, plants, gardening, chemistry


DISLIKES: Elves and Dwarves, Pacifism, worker unions, socialism.


QUOTE: "I love the rose. So beautiful, yet so dangerous... Reminds me of my myself."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:


-Blume refuses to recruit any Elves or dwarves


- loves candy


-Has a thing for big burly men


-View media item 2727 her fleet


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Equipoise's Ship

Equipoise's Ship

The massive, planet-sized command vessel under the command of Equipoise. It appears to be able...
Her flag ship


-Absolutely loves flying


-Loves great food


-has a father complex.
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Desmond Doyle


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Sophistication, elegance, and class are the bearings of a true gentleman. I carry all three upon me.
The Gentleman
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Affiliations: Doyle Family Mob


Race: Human


Age: 47


Hometown: Logue City




WEAPON(S): Sword Cane, Small concealed pistol inside right sleeve, few daggers along belt, larger pistol on side harness.


MAGIC: Hypersensitive reflexes.







BACKSTORY

"The world's a cold place, son. Anyone who gets in your way to the top? You can't show mercy, as they'll perceive it as weakness. Break them."
Miles Doyle

One of the many inklings of wisdom Miles Doyle, Desmond's father and the original godfather of the Doyle family, imparted upon his son before his passing. Desmond was born into and raised in the world of organized crime, and the woes that come with it are no stranger to the man. The Godfather Miles Doyle's firstborn, Desmond was set forth for what would have been a life of privilege if not for Miles' interesting parenting methods. He was given nothing, treated like a common street rat in the shepherds clothing, and told he'd amount to nothing by his own father.

But the Doyle's are not content to simply be cast aside, and Desmond was a Doyle at the core of things. Desmond quickly made his own name on the streets, moving up the ladder of the underworld doing what he must to survive. Dark places were found, and at one point it was said that he'd truly reached the depths that any human man could possibly reach. But it was not enough to appease his demanding father.

Miles cast his son out of family and city, demanding that the boy travel west and make a name for himself somewhere that they did not know of him and the Doyle name. And it was such that Desmond found himself in Arboten, the city of gardens. Arboten was a beautiful city, on the outside at least. On the inside it was a festering corrupt spot of decay, home to the Lafeyette family and their drug operations.

The Lafeyette's were a proud family who'd ruled the underworld of Arboten for generations. Desmond set to work immediately, and over the years he slowly carved a slice of the city for himself, soon rivaling the Lafeyette's in power and influence. But Desmond soon learned that the underworld was not always a world of strength and violence, and in his bid to take over Arboten he learned truly of the game, and the rules it's played by. And once he understood it and his enemies...he broke them.

Desmond returned to Miles having brought a city to kneel before him. Miles was proud of what his son had accomplished, welcoming him into the fold and embracing him with joy. And that was when Desmond drove a blade into his back. But Miles was not angry, fearful, or saddened. In fact he was even prouder of his son's accomplishments and assured the lesson had been learned. Miles passing was merciful in his old age, the only mercy Desmond had ever given, putting his old decrepit father to rest so that he may take the reigns of the Doyle family.

And then he did what all men of his stature commonly do. He had power, he had wealth, he had status, and all of it he desired to keep. But Miles had reminded him of something all men fear, death. Miles had been 64 when Desmond stabbed him in the back but stress and the hardships of this life had taken their toll, weakening the once proud man. Desmond left the city in the hands of his most trusted men, following tales of the old world in search of the one thing all powerful men coveted, immortality, no matter how foolhardy it was.

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LIKES

Successful plans

Money

And sprinkling of violence

I just love it when everything falls together perfectly...
Desmond Doyle
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DISLIKES

Failure

Disrespect

Senseless carnage

You have the audacity to come in here and disrespect me after you failed the job I gave you? Feed him to the dogs...piece by screaming piece...
Desmond Doyle
​





Hard work, dedication, and the will to kill anyone who gets in your way...that's what will get you to the top.
Desmond Doyle


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<strong>NAME: Fran NICKNAME: "lucky cat" Fran AGE: 21 RACE: Kykdren CHARACTER PICTURE: </strong><strong><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://i.imgur.com/3A9nE.jpg&key=05e1d2168614f42c3e08a22a71a30984602f02a5ebcc8c2447f751d786ea431c" class="ipsImage" alt="3A9nE.jpg" /></strong><strong> CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: WEAPON(S): none, unless you count a small bell on her left ear MAGIC: illusionary magic (making hallways seem infinite, walls suddenly appearing out of thin air, nothing too serious) BACKSTORY: hails from a small village in the south, often spoken and told off by her fellow village members for being "too carefree" and "not listening to them". She does what she wants, when she wants, not caring for consequences and relying on her illusion magic to get out of trouble, which allowed her to further her capabilities in the practise via lots of use. She generally just travelled around the village, stealing food and drink and making quick get aways, nothing more than a petty thief with a pretty face in most's opinion. LIKES: freedom, doing what she wants, having what she wants, doing what others don't want DISLIKES: being kept like a pet, weapons, getting caught QUOTE: "not allowed? That means a secret! I like secrets! Let's go check it out!" ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Doesn't give much thought to what she's wearing, what she looks like, or what anyone else looks like</strong>


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NAME: Fran
NICKNAME: "lucky cat" Fran


AGE: 21


RACE: Kykdren


CHARACTER PICTURE:
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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:


WEAPON(S): none, unless you count a small bell on her left ear


MAGIC: illusionary magic (making hallways seem infinite, walls suddenly appearing out of thin air, nothing too serious)


BACKSTORY: hails from a small village in the south, often spoken and told off by her fellow village members for being "too carefree" and "not listening to them". She does what she wants, when she wants, not caring for consequences and relying on her illusion magic to get out of trouble, which allowed her to further her capabilities in the practise via lots of use. She generally just travelled around the village, stealing food and drink and making quick get aways, nothing more than a petty thief with a pretty face in most's opinion.


LIKES: freedom, doing what she wants, having what she wants, doing what others don't want


DISLIKES: being kept like a pet, weapons, getting caught


QUOTE: "not allowed? That means a secret! I like secrets! Let's go check it out!"


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: none, feel free to address me about something in the CS if it's too much >~< sorry for the inconvenience if that happens to occur
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NAME:


Eurydice


NICKNAME:


Gray(Alternately "The Gray")


AGE:


24


RACE:


Elf


CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:


She has wavy dark hair, rarely seen behind her armor. She wears elaborate steel plates over a thinner cloth armor, so the metal doesn't irritate her, as well as offering additional protection. Eurydice's skin is pale, likely caused by the region she was born in. Her eyes are shockingly blue, rather from her gaze instead of the color they hold.


WEAPON:


She often uses a bow, created by her parents as a gift for her thirteenth birthday. She named it Akuna, for reference.


MAGIC:


Intuition. Though not second sight, she seems to know things without needing proof of it. For instance, she can tell someone's nearby without hearing them. She can also "read" someone's feelings by paying close attention to their voice and expression.


BACKSTORY:


She was born in a stretch of the mountains inside Alljiirn. Because so few people resided there, she remained with her parents for the most part. The house itself wasn't very large at all, and she grew quite fond of it. Her parents had a great importance to her, despite the fact that they rarely spoke. They were just there, silently surrounding her. She still doesn't speak often, preferring to interact with others using actions.


She went hunting with Akuna, and returned to find them gone. There wasn't a trace of struggle or theft. They were just gone. After waiting for them longer than she could remember, Eurydice left, leaving a letter that she was fine, and that she hoped they were safe as well.


She headed southeast, aimlessly, and stayed in several places over the next six years, though she seldom entered a city, actively avoiding it.


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LIKES:


Sweets


Her Akuna


Warmth


Children


Animals


Silence


Fire


Alcohol


Thrill


DISLIKES:


Idiocy


Touching


The Cold


QUOTE:


"I have the results. Here it is. It says, 'You're a horrible person'. That's funny. We weren't even testing for that. Odd."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:


Attached to Akuna


Frequently Hostile

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