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[SpookySpecter]

NAME:
Elana Thornton


NICKNAME:


Ela


AGE:


24


RACE:


Elf


CHARACTER PICTURE:


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WEAPON(S):


A set if twin heirloom daggers

Spoiler

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Magic


She has super human speed, which she mostly uses to scare the shit out of people.


BACKSTORY:


Elana and Echo grew up together in a residential area of Pitfum with houses down the street from each other. From a young age they wreaked havoc in the city together and Ela in particular caused most of the trouble. Well Echo pranced around and broke stuff Ela took the approach of running around at high speeds and scaring the shit out of people. With her energetic nature she made friends easily, and was a quick worker.


She started working in restaurants around 13, and has been juggling two server jobs for years. Her parents died when she was 16, which was when she moved in with Echo. As the years passed she found herself bored and decided to quit her job and move herself and Echo to the heart of Pitfum which is where she currently resides.


LIKES:

• Telling stories
  
• Throwing parties
  
• Messing with people
  
• Having fun
  
• Sugar
  
• Teaching
  
• ICE CREAM!
  

DISLIKES:

• Black coffee
  
• Hypocrites
  
• Grammar
  
• Singing
  

QUOTE:


"I'm hungry... Do you have any ice cream?"


"Pass the sugar please."


"Have you ever heard of deodorant you ugly bastard."


"I swear to god I left it on the counter!"


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:


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Accepted

 

[MadamNocturnis]

[/img] NAME: Morganis Pertius


NICKNAME: Morgana, Undead bitch


AGE: Unknown


RACE: Human


CHARACTER PICTURE:

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Morganis stands at around 5'6", has long, Raven hair, full green eyes, pale skin, and is covered by a black robe that will change to suit her environment, along with black bracers, long black leather boots and essential straps and locks hat keep parts of her in place.


WEAPON(S): she carries to obsidian daggers on her inner thighs, a large black whip that is carried on her hip, and a few small spell books that she carries in a satchel


MAGIC: She is a necromancer, though she has also studied in the healing of living subjects.


She can:


Bring people back from the dead (although, for this to happen, another will have to take their place)


She can command undead soldiers (and monsters)to her will, but only for a certain amount of time, then They turn to ash


She has a second personality called "Tërbyünd, who is a trapped soul that has lingered with her, and causes her to go insane, she is able to then bring as many soldiers and monsters as she wishes, yet each of her soldiers who experience a death, causes a scar and laceration on her body, which only brings pain to her original person.


And finally, she is able to temporarily put her mind into the mind of an animal/person and cause them to do a minor task (eating, revealing something, etc)


BACKSTORY: As a young girl, Morganis was able to find corpses of small animals and bring them back from the dead, but in doing so, many people from her village died, sadly, one of those people being her mother, who was the only person who protected her. Running off, she finds a large castle like area, only


to find out that it is inhabited by demons who try to tear her apart, yet one of them took a liking to her, and taught her how to control her magic, and even taught her how to control it. Said demon, went on to marry her at a young age, only to then be turned against be his own kind and burnt alive


LIKES:


Exploring weaknesses of her enemies


Torturing


Reading


Learning new spells


Being able to test said spells


Sleeping for small amounts of time


Speaking to Tërbyünd whilst she is in a limbo state


Tërbyünd


DISLIKES:


Being alone all of the time


Living subjects


Other humans


Young children


Difficult spells


QUOTE:


If you have come looking for knowledge then do be my guest, I have many voices in my head who can tell me things.

 

[Xia]

NAME: Crux Ironsoul


Nickname: "Warforged"


AGE: 19756


RACE: Dwarf encased in metal known as "The Warforged"


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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: 4'9 with a deep metallic voice


WEAPON(S): A classic sword and shield almost as old as he is.


MAGIC: I mean...hes almost entirely metal so hes pretty tough if that counts?


BACKSTORY: Crux was born in the 2nd generation of drawrves to exist on flumi, He was born to the chief of his clan, eventually taking the title himself when his father lost his life in a large battle He led his clan for 200 years before the witch came, and in that time oversaw the building of bridges and homes, progressing his clan as far as he could then, one day Crux awoke to his village burning, there was only one culprit, a lady who seemed to be shrouded in fog and darkness. He grabbed his sword and shield and charged courageously at the witch he plunged his sword deep only to realize it was only thin air. The shadow form turned it's blood red eyes to him and she slammed him to the wall of the nearest building. Deciding, not to kill him but to make him suffer until the end of time.It encased him in iron and steal, changing his innards to metal with a curse leaving only his soul untouched . It left him there as it touched and slaughtered his people. Now he is doomed to walk Flumi, never eating, ever smelling, never truly feeling. Stories are told of the Warforged and how he has helped the side of good when in need. Most dismiss them as stories and myths, tall tales told to children to give them hope. But he is real, walking Flumi. Never able to sleep and hardly able to speak. His only true companion is a Furnos named Sparky, has been his companion for the last ten thousand years. He is quite a bit smaller than a normal Furnos, only about the size of Crux himself.


LIKES: The dwarven kind. The scent of flours. Hard workers


DISLIKES: Modern technology, his curse. dishonesty. Anyone against FLumi


QUOTE: "We all carry a wait but,mine is one you can see."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Metal...uhm..metal? ...metal? metal metal. Ya feel me?

 

[MattS]

NAME: Daniel Lawton


NICKNAME: Slade(mercenary name)


AGE: 28


RACE: Of Human/Elf Descent


CHARACTER PICTURE:

WEAPON(S): One wrist mounted gun and one Longshot rifle, as well as a foldable sword for good measure


MAGIC: Ability to slow time to 100th/sec per sec for a limited amount of time(approx. 45 seconds). Magic only effects him and is mainly used to steady his shots and get a clear shot at his target.


BACKSTORY: A simple beast hunter before getting into the merc business, Lawton was renowned for his accuracy across the western region. This however, led him to having a rather inflated ego which caused him to have problems with other hunters and eventually gangs. One particular gang however chose to hire him instead of kill him: The Enigma. They offered protection in return for his services. Through them, he was able to test the waters of the merc business, as well as find a way to deflate his ego and mellow the hell out. A couple years later, Lawton decided it was time to go solo from then on. There was no bad blood between him, the gang, and lawrence. In fact, during the time he was with them he became good friends with the arsonist leader. He currently goes around the country accepting various mercenary contracts.


LIKES: A clean kill, not having any unnecessary kills(like henchmen, bodyguards, anyone who isn't the target), a good smoke every once and a while to calm the nerves


DISLIKES: Unnecessarily brutal kills, people who just rush head first into a situation without thinking anything out, people who underestimate the effectiveness of a single well aimed bullet


QUOTE: "Strange weather we've been having around here lately..." *headshot* "Lots of little pink clouds."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: bronze mask has an adjustable monocular eyepiece to aid his aim, his ammunition consists of both high and low caliber ammunition, allowing him to ricochet shots to hit a target or pierce their armor if need be.

 

[Pumpkid]

(Might as well use the last slot, my last character for this rp)


NAME: Lisa Isabel Reeds


Nickname: #13(rank number amongst the assassins), Black Viper


AGE: 25


RACE: Human


WEAPON(S): She carries her steam guitar everywhere, the neck of the guitar is actually her sheath where her katana, Her scarf hides a mechanical claw, she carries two rifles on her holsters for back up, brass knuckles so she packs a punch 


MAGIC: none


BACKSTORY: Long as she can remember she never had a family and was always sick, in fact she was sold for drugs and kept locked up in a basement like a pet for twelve years where she gained mental scars and some cuts and bruises on her body. It wasn't long before she was taken in by an assassin and taught her the ways of an assassin. She was treated roughly still like an apprentice and nothing more. Her first kill was a simple corrupted mayor in a small town where she became known by her brotherhood. During her years as an assassin she became a little mischievous prick to her preys or anyone she comes across too enjoying the cat and mouse chase where she was the cat torturing her prey until she met Daniel. She was always chasing him down trying to kill him as ordered by the brotherhood. Through the constant chase and fighting she eventually found her match towards him gaining feelings for the brute. What confirmed it was one day during a mission where they were asked to kill the same person coincidentally. It became a competition then team work finding out they work well together. Unfortunately Lisa took the hit in the shoulder for Daniel having no answer as to why her body reacted that way. Lisa blacked out during the mission from the loss of blood. She did however remembered at some point waking up to the snow and being carried by Daniel. During her recovery and constant long thinking, she decided to reject her mission to kill the mercenary only for it to end in an argument and the task to be taken by someone else. Lisa didn't find out until that same night the mercenary was meant to die. Of course Lisa rushes to save the man only to betray and leave her brotherhood for the mercenary and be chased down.


 LIKES: A good chase, causing mischief, money, art, Daniel , sing


DISLIKES: being called a harlot or anything else degrading, being bored, other women touching her Daniel, being told what to do


 QUOTE: "I maybe sick but I can fight perfectly fine. *coughs blood* I'm fine."


  ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: She smokes not for her pleasure but the smoke is actually an herb, her medication for her condition which she has been smoking since the assassin found her


Theme song: @SpookySpecter

 

[SpookySpecter]

accepted

 

[SpookySpecter]

Both you and Vultz

 

[Pumpkid]

Both you and Vultz

good because so you know there will be a lot of wultzy romance

 

[KRONOS]

Not done...still a lot  of things to edit

 

[KRONOS]

Name:: Unknown (You'll find out)


Charcater Appearance:

Facial Description:

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Description::


Attire:

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Race:: Unknown (Primordial).


Gender:: Male.


Age:: 21 years old.


Hair color:: Indigo


Eye color:: Argent

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Height:: 6'4".


Weight:: 242lbs. He has a distinctively herculean-bound structure, due to the long years of arduous training.


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Backstory::


He's an obscure traveler traversing from the far reaches of the desolated continent of Alljiirn. His destination It seems for now Is east of Driviirn; though the Intention of why Is unknown. Much like his Intentions, his past Is begrudgingly veiled In obscurity and mystery. Though he seems obdurate In making any stops, and getting to wherever his destination leads seems to be the only thing on his mind.


Likes::


--The cold weather.


--Silence.


--Solitude from others.


--Anything that seems to catch his own Interests.


Dislikes::


--Ignorance.


--Humans.


--Worthless things.


--Stupidity.


--Interruptions.


Personality::


--A creature of few words.


--Isolation from other beings Is something he finds to be preferable.


--Despite his stolid exterior he's actually somewhat placid natured, If not a bit shiftless In general.


--Somewhat sadistic by nature.


--If he sees something he desires, he'll take It by any means necessary.


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Weapons::

Spoiler

High-Frequency Enchanted Claymore:


--Height:: 6'0" --Weight:: 42 pounds


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He carries a titanically long double-edged Claymore, usually strapped diagonally to his back. Forged from an Incredibly dense alloy, this sabre Is made to withstand a formidable amount of Impact. True to It's name It can alternate occurrent and resonating frequencies to the highest range within seconds.

Spoiler

Double-Barrel Caster:


Trusty Caster Is the only one of It’s kind ever engineered In historical records of firearms (Even though It's existance Is off the books). Concealed behind his trench coat It remains holstered down at the side of his left thigh. Ammo Isn't Infinite with this weapon and ammo rounds with each Caster shell adds up to 20 shots, depending on which firing modification type he has switched on this double-barrow can run blank within 2 or 3 shots. Without any Caster shells of any kind, she’s just for looks.


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Obscure Long Dagger:


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He keeps one sheathed horizontally behind his waist; It’s use Is usually for offensive purposes.

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Physical/Magical Abilities::

Spoiler

Normal Skills Known:


--Enhanced Swordsmanship


--Supernatural Condition


--Flash Step


--Supernaturally Dense Tissue

Spoiler

Preternatural Abilities known:


--Death Perception


--Regenerative Healing Factor


--Aura Reading

QUOTE:: http://lilium.tumblr.com/post/69611335468"

 

[Lights315]

NAME:Zelia Havren


NICKNAME(optional):Zi-Zi (Childhood nickname)


RACE(half-breeds acceptable):Human


AGE:29


APPEARANCE(picture or description;picture preferred):

Zelia is 5’3” and has a mysterious scar on her arm. Her father says it was a birthmark but Zelia feels like there is more than that.


WEAPONS(optional):


Elderglow:

Think of this as a crude “Baby’s first wand” type of ordeal. Given to her by her adoptive parents when she was six, Elderglow is a wand crafted for casting small amounts of healing spells but has been only collecting dust until now.


Frostfire:

This was Zelia’s handcrafted wand when she became 18. It casts fire and frost spells that can be deadly. She practices using this wand everyday but never had to use it on another man.


Tis’ but a sword:

This a sword only used for emergencies. Zelia can handle it pretty well thanks to her adoptive father.


MAGIC(optional,unless you're an elf):Zelia can cast fire, frost, and a few healing spells.


Fire:Pyrokinesis , Inflammation, and minor Pyrotechnics.And when I say minor, I mean fireworks that fit in the palm of her hand. How is that useful? It isn’t. But, it’s cute so who cares?


Frost:Cryokinesis  [SIZE=21.333333333333332px]and [/SIZE]Frigokinesis


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Healing:[/SIZE][SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Can heal minor wounds such as cuts, bruises and light burns.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Recovering from minor to moderate blood loss.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Critical wounds such as lost of limbs or damaged nerves and internal organs cannot be healed, but wounds can be closed.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Cells that are fatally damaged, such as by burning, cannot be healed, resulting in permanent scarring.[/SIZE]


BACKSTORY: Zelia was abandoned at birth and placed into an orphanage for two months before adopted by a pair of elves who had recently lost a child via miscarriage. Zelia’s mother was named Amelia and her father was named Serpine. They were simple people living in a southern village called Xexilla.

Her father used to be a warrior and taught Zelia everything about the sword and magic, Her mother taught her how to care for herself. Zelia became bored from her same old life of farming and caring for the animals. She told her father she was going to become a spellsword but her mother disapproved. Behind her mother’s back, Serpine saved up money to send his daughter out into the world. He gave her Elderglow and his sword and snuck her out in the middle of the night. She now looks for ways to bring honor to her father and pay her family  back for everything they have done for her.    


LIKES: Fireflies, chocolate, blue, stupid jokes, finding beautiful places.


DISLIKES: Rude people, alcohol, sudden noises, Lightning, strangers, bugs inside her home.   


QUOTES: “I wonder what this world looks like from heaven? I bet it looks Heavenly. Aw come on! You don’t like my puns? This must be very punishing for you then. What, no come back!”


“Why do I want to see the world? Because, I was born in it!”


“The stars show that you’re being a little bitch.”


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION(optional): Zelia learned how to play the violin from her mother and carries one with her at all times. She can create magic wands and stones but it drains her energy so she doesn’t do it often.

 

[SpookySpecter]

NAME:


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Vinn Arvos[/SIZE]


NICKNAME(optional):


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Lil' bro (only Kyns calls him that.)[/SIZE]


RACE(half-breeds acceptable):


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Human[/SIZE]


AGE:


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]25[/SIZE]


APPEARANCE(picture or description;picture preferred):

[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]6'2 with a muscular build.[/SIZE]


WEAPONS(optional):

Spoiler

Bella II (B-2)


After Vinn lost his old steam powered lever action rifle, he decided to make another gun. This time, he created a fully automatic clockwork light machine gun, which he dubbed: Bella II. Like his old gun Bella, Bella II still retains the steam powered bullet acceleration technology. With the added benefit of clockwork auto fire. It also utilizes a special kind of bolt-like bullet for maximized penetration, which can be seen in the 75 bullet drum of the gun. However, this weapon has a few drawbacks. For one, each bullet must be individually loaded. (much like a revolver) To achieve full auto fire, Vinn must crank the gun (with the lever behind the drum) to activate  the clockworks. The gun can also jam if cranked too much. Staying true to Vinn's first gun, the B-2's propulsion tech can leave a concussing ring in the ears when fired.

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


BACKSTORY:


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Vinn grew up in a farm town with his parents and two brothers. Like Kyns, he felt as though he was doomed to a life on the farm. His escape from reality after a long days work would be dis-assembling and re-assembling the old grandfather clock in the attic of his house. One day, his father had a watchmaker come to the house and show Vinn the trade of clockworks. Vinn hated it, and decided to go into the field of steamworks instead. His first construction being Bella, which he used to hunt animals that would often threaten his family's livestock. One day, his older brother Kyns left the farm. This inspired him to convince his parents to allow him to travel to Oonbin, where he believed he could further his career in steamworks. He was almost immediately kicked out and sent home. After staying on the farm for two more years his brother came home and gave his family money before departing again. After staying home on the farm for another year, Vinn decided enough was enough. He bid his mother, father, and younger brother farewell and took the spare key to the farmhouse. Which he keeps around his neck. He has spent most of his days as a travelling salesman, even stooping low and becoming a gun for hire when money wasn't very abundant. Word of Kyns' police work in Pitfum reached Vinn's ears very quickly, and he soon traveled to the city in search of his brother.[/SIZE]


LIKES:


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


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


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Flexing[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Beef[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Kittens[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Cigars(In no way do I condone smoking in any form)[/SIZE]


DISLIKES:


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]The family farm[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Cowards[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]The mob[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Pastries[/SIZE]


QUOTES:


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-"I know, I look like the oldest."[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-“Staring at my beard, eh? You jealous?"[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-"If I can't fix it...you most likely evaporated it. You freakin' animal."[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-"SING WITH ME DAMN IT!!!"[/SIZE]


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION(optional):


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-He's incredibly jealous of Kyns.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]-The wrench seen in his picture was stolen from Oonbin. It's a great bludgeoning tool, as well as well...a normal wrench.[/SIZE]

 

[the human boomerang]

NAME:  Bo Ome’rang


 NICKNAME (optional):


 RACE (half-breeds acceptable):  Half human-Half elf


 AGE: 25 (looks around 17-19 because of his elf side)  APPEARANCE (picture or description; picture preferred): 


 


WEAPONS (optional):


MAGIC (optional, unless you're an elf): “Heighten Perception”   Bo is much more aware of his surroundings than most people.   Not knowing about this ability he attributes it to luck or that he is just smarter than other people.


 BACKSTORY: Born in Pitfum Bo lived his entire life in a local orphanage.  It was incredibly rear for someone to actually adopt a child from a Pitfum orphanage so most of the kids formed close bonds with each other even going as far as calling one another brother or sister.  It was from an orphanage like this where Bo grow up.  When Bo was young the other kids made fun of his short height and pointy elf ears calling him a “half-bred”.  Some even as far as tell Bo that he was the product of a late night of partying in one of the many underground casinos ran by the mob.  All Bo ever did was laugh and smile.  He laughed at himself and accepted that he was probably the son of a drunk and whore.  Bo never needed anything more than his brothers and sisters.  He loved them all and cared for every single one them.  They were his brothers his sisters the only family he has ever known. 


From a young age Bo fought with people much larger than himself.  He slowly developed his own fighting style from years of brawling with his brothers.  He would use the opponent’s weight and size against them along with his speed and agility Bo became a very capable fight.  Although the city provided the bear minimum to the orphanage Bo wanted more for his brothers and sisters and began doing odd jobs for whomever that would pay him including the occasional job for the mob.   Bo learnded from the mob that whoever had the power in streets had power over all of Pitfum and the person with the power was the person with the weapon and if you didn’t have power in Pitfum would crush you into the dirt. Bo soon became obsessed with finding a weapon from himself after making this realization.  He decided that what ever his weapon was going to be would need to be  ranged for, have utility and versatility, be renew in someway, but most importantly cheap very very cheap. The obvious 1st answer was a handgun it fit all of the requirements ranged, utility, versatility, and renew able the only problem was that it was entirely out of his price rang.  Bo then got the idea of throwing knives they are both ranged and melee weapons are incredible versatile and could be reused making them cost effective.  So everyday Bo would practice with a set of dull kitchen knives from the orphanage. Some of Bo's fondest memories are performing knife tricks for the younger kids in the court yard of the orphanage.     


 LIKES:  Meat, easy jobs, relaxing, jokes, blue,  family, puns, boomerangs, boomerang based puns


 DISLIKES: bullies, stupid shit, puns, people who don’t like the boomerang


QUOTES:   “Meat and sarcasm that’s all I got left in this world. Pretty much my whole identity” “I’m just a guy… with a boomerang… I didn’t ask for all this flying… and magic…” “Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?”  “ ♫ Squish squash sling that slang! I’m always right back at you like my boomerang! ♫ ”


 ADDITIONAL INFORMATION (optional) (nothing right now)

 

[SpookySpecter]

NAME:  Bo Ome’rang


 NICKNAME (optional):


 RACE (half-breeds acceptable):  Half human-Half elf


 AGE: 25 (looks around 17-19 because of his elf side)  APPEARANCE (picture or description; picture preferred): 


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WEAPONS (optional):View attachment 163901View attachment 163903View attachment 163904


MAGIC (optional, unless you're an elf): “Heighten Perception”   Bo is much more aware of his surroundings than most people.   Not knowing about this ability he attributes it to luck or that he is just smarter than other people.


 BACKSTORY: Born in Pitfum Bo lived his entire life in a local orphanage.  It was incredibly rear for someone to actually adopt a child from a Pitfum orphanage so most of the kids formed close bonds with each other even going as far as calling one another brother or sister.  It was from an orphanage like this where Bo grow up.  When Bo was young the other kids made fun of his short height and pointy elf ears calling him a “half-bred”.  Some even as far as tell Bo that he was the product of a late night of partying in one of the many underground casinos ran by the mob.  All Bo ever did was laugh and smile.  He laughed at himself and accepted that he was probably the son of a drunk and whore.  Bo never needed anything more than his brothers and sisters.  He loved them all and cared for every single one them.  They were his brothers his sisters the only family he has ever known. 


From a young age Bo fought with people much larger than himself.  He slowly developed his own fighting style from years of brawling with his brothers.  He would use the opponent’s weight and size against them along with his speed and agility Bo became a very capable fight.  Although the city provided the bear minimum to the orphanage Bo wanted more for his brothers and sisters and began doing odd jobs for whomever that would pay him including the occasional job for the mob.   Bo learnded from the mob that whoever had the power in streets had power over all of Pitfum and the person with the power was the person with the weapon and if you didn’t have power in Pitfum would crush you into the dirt. Bo soon became obsessed with finding a weapon from himself after making this realization.  He decided that what ever his weapon was going to be would need to be  ranged for, have utility and versatility, be renew in someway, but most importantly cheap very very cheap. The obvious 1st answer was a handgun it fit all of the requirements ranged, utility, versatility, and renew able the only problem was that it was entirely out of his price rang.  Bo then got the idea of throwing knives they are both ranged and melee weapons are incredible versatile and could be reused making them cost effective.  So everyday Bo would practice with a set of dull kitchen knives from the orphanage. Some of Bo's fondest memories are performing knife tricks for the younger kids in the court yard of the orphanage.     


 LIKES:  Meat, easy jobs, relaxing, jokes, blue,  family, puns, boomerangs, boomerang based puns


 DISLIKES: bullies, stupid shit, puns, people who don’t like the boomerang


QUOTES:   “Meat and sarcasm that’s all I got left in this world. Pretty much my whole identity” “I’m just a guy… with a boomerang… I didn’t ask for all this flying… and magic…” “Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?”  “ ♫ Squish squash sling that slang! I’m always right back at you like my boomerang! ♫ ”


 ADDITIONAL INFORMATION (optional) (nothing right now)

accepted

 

[SpookySpecter]

NAME:Zelia Havren


NICKNAME(optional):Zi-Zi (Childhood nickname)


RACE(half-breeds acceptable):Human


AGE:29


APPEARANCE(picture or description;picture preferred):


Zelia is 5’3” and has a mysterious scar on her arm. Her father says it was a birthmark but Zelia feels like there is more than that.


WEAPONS(optional):


Elderglow:

Think of this as a crude “Baby’s first wand” type of ordeal. Given to her by her adoptive parents when she was six, Elderglow is a wand crafted for casting small amounts of healing spells but has been only collecting dust until now.


Frostfire:

This was Zelia’s handcrafted wand when she became 18. It casts fire and frost spells that can be deadly. She practices using this wand everyday but never had to use it on another man.


Tis’ but a sword:

This a sword only used for emergencies. Zelia can handle it pretty well thanks to her adoptive father.


MAGIC(optional,unless you're an elf):Zelia can cast fire, frost, and a few healing spells.


Fire:Pyrokinesis , Inflammation, and minor Pyrotechnics.And when I say minor, I mean fireworks that fit in the palm of her hand. How is that useful? It isn’t. But, it’s cute so who cares?


Frost:Cryokinesis  [SIZE=21.333333333333332px]and [/SIZE]Frigokinesis


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Healing:[/SIZE][SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Can heal minor wounds such as cuts, bruises and light burns.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Recovering from minor to moderate blood loss.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Critical wounds such as lost of limbs or damaged nerves and internal organs cannot be healed, but wounds can be closed.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=21.333333333333332px]Cells that are fatally damaged, such as by burning, cannot be healed, resulting in permanent scarring.[/SIZE]


BACKSTORY: Zelia was abandoned at birth and placed into an orphanage for two months before adopted by a pair of elves who had recently lost a child via miscarriage. Zelia’s mother was named Amelia and her father was named Serpine. They were simple people living in a southern village called Xexilla.

Her father used to be a warrior and taught Zelia everything about the sword and magic, Her mother taught her how to care for herself. Zelia became bored from her same old life of farming and caring for the animals. She told her father she was going to become a spellsword but her mother disapproved. Behind her mother’s back, Serpine saved up money to send his daughter out into the world. He gave her Elderglow and his sword and snuck her out in the middle of the night. She now looks for ways to bring honor to her father and pay her family  back for everything they have done for her.    


LIKES: Fireflies, chocolate, blue, stupid jokes, finding beautiful places.


DISLIKES: Rude people, alcohol, sudden noises, Lightning, strangers, bugs inside her home.   


QUOTES: “I wonder what this world looks like from heaven? I bet it looks Heavenly. Aw come on! You don’t like my puns? This must be very punishing for you then. What, no come back!”


“Why do I want to see the world? Because, I was born in it!”


“The stars show that you’re being a little bitch.”


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION(optional): Zelia learned how to play the violin from her mother and carries one with her at all times. She can create magic wands and stones but it drains her energy so she doesn’t do it often.

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