Kingdom of the Deathless Heroes

[Darkrose Kitten]

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Age (16+ Preferred):


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Class, Sub-class:


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Personality:


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Example/My Character:


Name: Arindoria Zeidan


Age (16+ Preferred): 19


Job (If any): Local hunter, Part-time chef at the local tavern


Appearance (Description or picture):

Gender: Female


Class, Sub-class: Rogue, Ranger


History: She was born into a poor family. Her mother died when she was born, so she had to work at a young age to help support her brother and her father. Not liking having to work as a barmaid, blacksmith, and miner, she took up hunting and brought her kills to the butcher. She also took up cooking, which landed her a job at the local tavern.


Personality: Quiet and distant at first, she doesn't seem all too welcoming. However, once you get to know her, she is a big sweetheart. She loves to hunt, cook, and care for her family.


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style: She uses a longbow given to her by her father with backup daggers hidden in pockets on the backs of her boots


Other: She will usually wear similar clothing everyday; a tank-top with an attached hood, a fur shawl with a neckline made of feathers, leggings, and knee-high leather boots

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[Glob]

Name: Ardon Halk


Age: 24


Job: Although he has no permanent job, he is often willing to take up any small tasks or bounties.


Appearance:

Spoiler

Gender: Male


Class, Sub-class: Warrior, Knight


History: Ardon grew up on a farm. His father first taught him how to use a sword so he could protect their livestock from any predators. His skill caught the eye of the local baron and he was eventually invited to receive further training. He graduated and served as a knight for a couple years before quitting, the rigidity of the job not agreeing with him.


Personality: Ardon is charismatic and outgoing. He is also fairly laidback, which makes him somewhat of an optimist.


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style: Ardon's combat style is like his personality; flashy. Although he owns two daggers that he keeps on his belt and in the back of his boot, he prefers his broadsword and small shield.


Other: I have no idea what you mean when you say RP is awesome

 

[Skyoftheplains]

Name:Andrew


Age (16+ Preferred):21


Job (If any): thief


Appearance (Description or picture):<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_02/download.jpg.9cf46190154dd1557a459425581e8329.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="13070" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_02/download.jpg.9cf46190154dd1557a459425581e8329.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Gender:male


Class, Sub-class: rouge ranger


History: After being framed for murder eacaped started a life of crime


Personality: Calm collected


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style: Extreme long range or close range


Other:

 

[Coko_Bacon]

Name: Mortakai


Age: 21?


Job (If any): Hitman/ magic teacher(Both part-time)


Appearance (Description or picture):

Gender: Male


Class, Sub-class: Cryomancer


History: While many believe he is the reincarnation of death, he is simply just a human with near superb combat and athleticism. Mortakai remebers almost nothing about his parents, except what they look like. He was a war orphan. As a kid, he was shy and timid. It wasn't until he was 14 when he learned of his cryomancy...well...rediscovered. He went to tell his orphan mother this. In reply, the 'mother' explained to him that he had this power a long time ago, but it was very unstable. They first discovered this the second week he lived there. out of concern for everyone the orphan mother hired a mage to erase Mortakai's knowledge of his power. Ever since that day, Mortakai left the orphanage, and trained in his magic. He got in the whole killing thing around 18. His name was given to him by himself. His real name is Cosechales. (which means 'little harvester'.)


Personality: Cool, reserved, introverted, low self-esteem, cold, cruel(sometimes), morbid, wise, philosophical.


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style: Any blade, really. Uses scythes the most, because of there 'artistic nature' He's adept with bows, but he wont use them, unless he has to.


Other: He has a scythe called Death. Actual death comes in many forms, so does this blade. He can channel his magic through it to extend the blade, harden it, give it the power to shoot ice.

(Admin speaking: Mortakai's name was actually playing with words. The first part of his name, Mort, means 'death' in Latin. Second part, Akai, means 'blood' in Japanese. So really, his name means 'bloody death'.) 
@Darkrose Kitten Thanks!

 

[Rena]

((Could I make a princess))


Name:Enza Kyrie


Age (16+ Preferred):21


Job (If any):


Appearance (Description or picture):<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_02/57a8bebf432a1_images(86).jpg.f7d654a2c030d9c518aae9bd20582ba5.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="13126" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_02/57a8bebf432a1_images(86).jpg.f7d654a2c030d9c518aae9bd20582ba5.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> with out crown


Gender:Female


Class, Sub-class:Warrior, Knight


History:She was an orphan. She was then raised by a wicked witch that was terrorizing a kingdom. She was offered a life from the witch. If she killed the witch, she would be the heir to the throne. This was not just a regular reward that someone would just make up. It was a prophecy. So she did and became the princess.


Personality:She is ruthless in ways to the enemy. She's very seductive. She has ways of winning a mans heart. But only when she knows their thinking about liking her.


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style:Sword


Other:

 

[Blood dog]

Character Sign-up Sheet:


Name:Knightwolf


Age (16+ Preferred):18?


Job (If any):Hitman


Appearance (Description or picture):

Gender:m


Class, Sub-class:Warrior, Knight


Historynce a slave...


Always a slave.


It is the saying that I must live by. It created me – it dominated me – it dissolved me, and so I am nothing more than a being to serve others, for my will to escape cost me my body. Now I am nothing but a wolf in a pack.


My whole life revolved around slavery; I was born into a third generation of slaves from a land so greatly beyond this realm that it is beyond comprehension. The mother who brought me to this world whom I never knew was barred to give me a name. When I was taken away from my family to a life of imprisonment, I had no thoughts of my own. No will of my own. No knowledge, no ideals of my own except for serving my masters.


Imagine a world like that... Imagine a life like mine. Few could comprehend it as well as I did...


For I was but a number to the world - A number just to serve.


For years, I lived like this; I worked in labor farms, lived in slaver boats and cages, serving my masters unquestioned, and other cruel forms of duty. Whenever I made a mistake, I was always deeply punished for my sins against my masters, and I have learned to only live out as nothing. I never learned to read or write, to truly speak and have allies, even to know how to make my own decisions. For sixteen years, I lived a number's life...


Until my seventeenth year on this world came to be.


One day, I saw my own kind – just like me – roam free and play and cheer outside on the grass and in their own homes when I was in a cage on a wagon traveling to a secluded village in a well known slaver district. Just watching them have joy and happiness, being gay and glee in the sunlight... I wondered to myself, if slaves like them become free in the world, then what will come of me?


My thirst for freedom began there. For those next eleven months, I already begun to make plans to escape, to be free of my life-long course that pained me. But then there came a day where I wondered, what would I do once I'm free? I have no true intellect to aid me in the outside world, authorities would probably find me, nor would I have any idea of what I could do once I'm free. I pondered it for hours, but, given the situation, I decided that it would be no use to escape. I slumped down on the floor once I realized this. So I rested quietly in my cage, pouting on the metal bars.


But the next day would be the day that my life completely changed forever.


During that day, when I was cleaning my master's royal robes made out of a wolf's coat outside one of his majestic buildings, an old man came to me. He seemed calm, innocent, and sweet at the moment, taking a high interest at the pelt. Even though I barely understood him, one sentence he spoke sparked my attention.


“Do you wish to be free, young lad?”


The rest of the conversation became interesting there. I told him it would not be worth, for I had no reason.


He spoke of a reason.


“A family.”


“A family,” he said? I never really thought about it at the time.


He continued on. “You can have a family – your own wife and children – in a place where you can not be harmed, a paradise for your sons and daughters to be happy, to be free of these cruel social societies that keep their own people as captives to the nobles that call themselves 'humans.' What do you say, to be a wolf in your own pack?”


I thought I understood what he meant, and the idea of a safe family of mine away from slavery would bring more joy to my unpleasant life then any amount of gold could buy from me. A family...


He reached out his hand to bring the agreement to a fold. At the time, I did not think of the consequences that could unfold if I did agree, nor if I could trust him. I was just so happy for a chance to live a true life, not one in captivity. To have a family...


I dropped the pelt shook his hand.


I felt pain shoot out from me – I felt something shoot out from me. I started to feel hair on my body, my bones cracking and squeezing from shifting and changing. My eyesight changed drastically in a matter of seconds, my ears enlarging from my head.


I looked at my reflection from a nearby window... My form completely changed.


I was now an Inherited, a fusion of animal and man – In my case, a wolf.


I looked at the once sweet old man, now a horrible figure to be sighted. He was the Inheritor, a cruel djinn who sought nothing more but the servitude of the known gods and the end of the rule of man.


“... to be a wolf in your own pack...” A trick!


He destroyed my old Master's mansion, took the youngest child, an new born of five weeks in age, and slit its throat in front of me, kicking its dying body with a smile. “This is what family is,” he said in a cruel voice, “Trash to be disposed of, left to rot in a hell it deserves, just like freedom itself.”


I looked at him with disdain unlike any man has every felt. In response to this, the Inheritor grabbed me by the throat, mocking me, and then proclaimed “Once a Slave... Always a slave!”


The Inheritor was my next master. Dragging me to a large enslavement construction area of other Inherited, I was forced to build along with them the Arch-Castle, the largest fort ever made built with refined quartz to make it float up. For five long years, I worked with these Inherited to dig out the quartz to create this monstrous creation under conditions far worse then my previous life. I lived without hope, knowing that I will never have a family.


But as time went on, when thousands of more Inherited were showing up, we planned a revolution against the Inheritor. I was but the infantry of it all, so I barely had a say with it.


My final year there ended in bloodshed. The Inheritor, too cocky that hundreds of Inherited could not stop him, quickly saw that tens of thousands of Inherited could do that, no matter how many of his spawns could be brought up. In the final storm, we took the Arch-Castle and killed him with me as the final blow.


I was the only one who heard his final breath.


“You will all suffer now...”


He slumped back into death. Our forms were returned back to humans, followed by cheers and awes. Out of everyone in joy, I was the one in fear. I ran out from the building just before it collapsed on all thirty thousand slaves, killing every last one of them. I knelled in painful sorrow, only glad that I was finally a man again...


Until I saw in a puddle that my Inherited form returned.


I pouted for minutes at a time, knowing my hope for freedom was once again removed along with my chance to have a family. My tears drenched the barren, war-torn sand below me, drowning me in the sorrow that has consumed me for my entire life. My will to be free cost me so many lives for my entire life. I realized that my only purpose in life was to be a slave...


Once a slave...


Always a slave.


That is when I saw him.


My ally.


My new master.


His name is Bellator, the an undead buccaneer (Who deferred from being called a “pirate”) who wore a skull mask. He saved me several times during the battle, even helping me getting inside the Arch-Castle. I saw at that moment that my loyalty was to him alone, and I proclaimed him my new master (for he was the only person insane enough to accept a Half-Wolf, Half-Human). He told me multiple times that we are just “friends” and that he rather sees everyone as equal, but he soon accepted the truth. In a sigh, he said “Okay, mate. If ye be, we're a crew.” He asked me my name, but I told him my number. In a slap of his own face, his grey eyes staring at me through the mask, gave me the name “Knightwolf.” And so I accepted it and moved on with him.


An odd thing with my new master is that he rarely calls me a slave nor pronounces me as one to others.


In the following years, we were part of a crew, mainly me, Knightwolf, the Capitano, Bellator, and the Cat-Eared Marksman, Slyyy. We traveled around the land from the Pirate homes of Syracuse to the dictated lands of the Royal Empire, making a name for ourselves as “The Three Buccaneers.” In certain places, we were cheered. In others, we were hunted. But we grew to be one of the most well known adventurers in the world.


But then one day, Bellator left.


He took his ship, The Sword of Storms, and left through the winds of the world to “a calling,” as he said. Me and Slyyy waited nine months until we embarked on his direction on a small sloop. I remembered at one night of travel, I was sleeping inside the sloop when everything was deteriorating around me. I saw Slyyy as he disappeared unto the darkness. Fear swept me as I, to, was vanishing.


Then everything went black.


I woke up on a strange land filled with mountains and strange wildlife along with odd creatures and sentients wandering about.


I woke up in kingdom of the deathless heroes.


I went to search for my master from there on.


Once a slave...


Always a slave


Personality:I will play it in the rp


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style:

3 greatsword style


Other:when he howls wolves will come to his aide


RP is Awesome

 

[Saito]

Name:


Kazuto Kirita


Age:


19


Job:


Is an apprentice to a Master Assasin. Does little jobs for him while gaining experience and coin.


Appearance:


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Gender:


Male


Class/ Sub-Class:


Rogue/ Assasin


History:


After growing and living the rich life in the family of the Sotos, they were accused of treason in a faraway kingdom. The results were the deaths of his whole family while he was still at the age of 7. He hid away while the man that was sent had left the house. The boy would never, even up to this day, forget the face of the man that truely killed his family. The boy had left his engulfed house, in which the man must've done, and returned to a close by village. There he seeked shelter and a couple had taken him in. Once the boy had felt like talking, he had explained little by little of who he was and what had happened. The couple decided to take him in as their own. His new father promised to help him find the man that had killed his family. From there the small family had started their long adventure, the Kiritas, was their family name. After three years of traveling, they came upon a small village. Rumors had spread about a man who was killing royalty like it was nothing. This caught Kazutos attention. The boy searched for the so called man, Vergo, for another two years by himself after his parents had finally settled down. The boy turned 15 when he finally could set up a meeting with the man. With coin saved up from his previous journeys, he had offered it to the assasin as interest into meeting with him. On that meeting day, the boy couldn't kill Vergo. Instead he joined him as an apprentice. Hoping one day to be able to surpass him, and to then take revenge for his family. It has been 4 years since Kazuto has been apprenticed, and he has been told of a new job by Master Vergo, which will change the course of his life.


Personality:


In his assasin form around Master Vergo, he is dark. The boy makes the devil look happy. But when he's around others, friendly or not, he is happy and joyful, while hiding his past emotion in a locked box. And when he's around someone he grows to like, he blushes, becomes sweet, and becomes gentle.


Preferred Weapon/ Combat Style:


Dual Short Swords. Starts off with one but if he has to draw another, he is almost unstoppable:


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Black Katana. Yes it is odd that an assasin has such a weapon, but as Kazuto was born into a rich family, he was taught to fight with a weapon of choice and at 6 he chose the katana. Even after the incident from his past, he had bought a new katana and practiced by himself on his journeys and Master Vergo helped him even more after he was apprenticed. His style with the katana: Muso.. It includes unsheathing and sheathing quickly while making the attack during the process. Kazuto only uses this weapon as a back up:


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Other:


First I would like to say, RP is awesome . Now back to my character; he's waiting to find that special someone during all of this pressurized planning. Why? Because he wants to continue his new families genereation, blood or not.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Name: Axius Sicarius


Age (16+ Preferred): 20


Job (If any):


Ranger / Scout (when called upon by military) / Occasional Brewmaster for pub (Hobby)


Appearance (Description or picture):


6'0" 160lbs


Dark black hair wavy, Strong jaw and facial features while not being to intimidating, however with the hood up he appears much tougher


The image is pretty much accurate except for the face, feel free to imagine partially


Cloak is a mottled grey, brown, and green to blend in with the tones around him


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Gender: Male


Class, Sub-class:


Archer - Ranger


Personality/History:


Born to parents who could not afford a child they let him out on the streets to die. However the royal palace took him in and raised him in the orphanage of the palace. He grew up doing chores throughout the castle, became acquaintances with the royal family, and good friends with the servants, who he worked with up until he turned thirteen years of age, at which he was sent to become an apprentice. He was sent to be an apprentice to the ranger known as Will, who as well was an orphan growing up. He studied under him for four years, and has been assigned his own region for two years. Axius had accomplished much with and without Will, they had fought off a barbarian horde with just the help of 100 farmers from the northeastern region, and in the Kingdom of Deathless Heroes he had managed to finish off the necromancer who had haunted the woods with undead creatures, and abductions of people constantly, and even raids of the city. There are still many creatures throughout the woods at which it his job to keep at bay, but Axius is certain on his abilities for the most part, and takes pride in his accomplishments. He is fully aware of where he comes from and hates when people judge him for it, or that he was raised in a palace. These things will bring him to anger really quickly, however not much else will as he was trained not to. He has been warned against to many loyalties, but the rangers had sworn an oath to their clan, so therefore so has he.

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Preferred Weapon/Combat Style:


Ranged - Uses high power long bow to keep enemies nice and far away


Uses variety of arrows for different situations


Also uses a well balanced throwing knife, and a more heavy duty cutting/slashing blade


Other:


RP is awesome

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[Heatray Firered]

Name:Heatray


Age (16+ Preferred):17


Job (If any): Dragonslayer


Appearance:black guy :<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_02/180px-Image1880721088.png.c70bcb59841d641f19f7fdedc67536f6.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="13181" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_02/180px-Image1880721088.png.c70bcb59841d641f19f7fdedc67536f6.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Gender:male


Class, Sub-class:Warrior, knight


History:Memory Lost in a war in his kingdom so he joined a guild.


Personality:Heroic, kind, hates to loose and has only 1 fear.


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style:Sword or duel chain kunai

 

[Saito]

bout time you made one lol

 

[Blitzy]

Name: Nikolai "Iceman" Vice


Age (16+ Preferred): 35


Job (If any): Bartender at the tavern


Appearance (Description or picture):

Gender: Male


Class, Sub-class: Mage, Cryomancer


History: Below freezing temperatures were the norm in his homeland. In fact, Young Nikolai truly admired it; he cared for the cold as one would a young child or pet. Unknowingly he became "addicted" to the ice, and frozen wasteland associated with it. As a teenager he studied it, learned the ways and spells of Cryomancy. Nikolai was making swell progress until the tragedy that was about to happen.


His father and mother were murdered by rogue assassins - he had seen them killed with his own, for-the-most-part innocent eyes. He had not yet thought of using his magic for good, yet this had broken him into shape. Nikolai needed to avenge his parents, do something that would make them proud. Thus, Nikolai Vice practiced, working hard to become a great mage as he always imagined. The "Iceman" would forever help those in need, even if he takes the less politically correct route of getting it done.


Personality: Like the frozen water he loves, Nikolai acts hard, tough, and cold; in reality he is nothing more than a 'slippery' young man, for lack of better terms. When facing enemies, he constantly talks and jokes around. Nikolai, around people that are more close to him, has a sense of humor. Not necessarily a good sense of humor, but it's there. However, as much as he seems to not care for you, he is truly loyal to all of goodwill, and will do anything to protect those he cares about. He will go to extreme measures to get what he wants and/or get revenge on an enemy, and is known to take down people "slowly and subtly, like the melting of winter snow."


Preferred Weapon/Combat Style: Nikolai, being a powerful mage, uses ice spells and magic to fight (shooting icebolts, conjuring a blizzard, etc.). He is also able to conjure frozen weapons or summon ice minions to fight for him.


Other: Forms rivalry with pyromancers very easily, no matter how good their intentions. Also doesn't enjoy dislikes very much hates the company of assassins/rogues-types. Loves hard liquor.

 

[Saito]

I have a feeling you will be accepted (Blitzy) ^

 

[Blitzy]

I have a feeling you will be accepted (Blitzy) ^

If I'm lucky.