Fantasy Remains of an Age

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If there is any info that this form asks for that you do not want everyone to know about then just PM me and I will tell you if you are accepted or not. I just added the last two because I love Bad ass quotes and I also think it would be awesome if our characters had their own theme songs. You know, everytime they make an entrance we can pretend like that is playing.

 

[Laeta]

Name

Dana Henson

Age

24

Strength

Knife throwing/fighting and guns. She is pretty good when it comes to hand-to-hand combat

Weakness

She can't read. She can be too quick to draw. She is bad with maps.

Appearance

Gender

Female




Weapon of choice

Guns and knives

Backstory

She came from a land that used to be fertil. She remembers the sweet taste of an apple freshly picked off the tree from when she was just a babe. She wants to get that experience back. To do so, she has to find the sacrifice. Her journey begins now.

Race

Human

Height

5'5"

Quote

"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live"

Theme song

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[BauxiteMechanism]

Name: He calls himself “Aqualung”, as he refuses to disclose his real name. It’s most likely something boring, like John.


Age: Probably 24, He cannot remember.


Strength: He possesses an incredible amount of stamina, and his lungs have a near bottomless capacity.


Weakness: He’s not particularly strong, in the event that his maneuverability is hampered, or he can’t run away, he’s finished. He’s also got some weird thing going on with photosensitivity. Harsh light sears his eyes, and he doesn’t function well in the open rays of the sun. It’s a mental thing, he grew up in the darkness of the mires.


Appearance: The average day-to-day appearance.

Spoiler

When he near human settlements, however, he cleans himself up, dons a shawl, and tries to keep his tongue inside his mouth at all times.

Spoiler

Gender: Male


Weapon of choice: A relic of the old world, a large trench-knife with the inscription “Snickersnee” branded on the flat of the blade.


Backstory: Born and raised in “The Great Mire” (the inhabitants weren’t known for their capability with naming), all Aqualung had known is strife. His village never did figure out how to farm the soggy terrain of the swamps, and relied entirely on hunting. At an early age, Aqualung was wading through pools of fetid water in search of toads, overgrown spiders, and eyeless crabs. It wasn’t an interesting life, but it was life, and Aqualung took it as it came. And thus, life there in the mires remained simple. The eternal rains poured down into the swamps, the crabs still tried to nip off one’s fingers, and one was always surrounded by inbred bastard-children. But one day, the rains stopped, and the mires began to run dry. The many clans of the swamps suddenly found themselves in the middle of a food crisis, as the “game” they hunted in the swamps fled to wetter areas. Naturally, a clan war started, and the tribes began to massacre each other. By this time, Aqualung was old enough to fend for himself, and as he saw his brethren rip each other apart he realized that he simply cannot be arsed to deal with this right then. So he packed up, and left. For a year or so, he roamed the outskirts of the swamps, drowning anyone that got too close, but this activity began to wane once the clan wars had finally ended in a bloody stalemate, as there weren’t any tribesmen left to explore the outskirts. So Aqualung set off once again, in search of a higher purpose. Because let’s be honest here, sitting in a hut in the woods reading decades old manuscripts, and occasionally going out of your way to drown someone is no way to life.


Race: Mostly human, as long as you ignore the webbing between his toes. It was a mutation that was a result of several families inbreeding out in the swamps at the edge of the world. He doesn’t like to talk about it.


Powers: He can’t produce jets of napalm from his palms, but he’s got a frighteningly long tongue lined with barbs, though. That must count for something.


Height: 6’ 2”


Other: Aqualung reads at the equivalent of a particularly dull fifth-grader. But don’t get me wrong, he’s not stupid in any sense of the word. He just can’t read particularly well.


Quote: “I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know who’s trousers I’m wearing, and I certainly don’t know who you are, but I know that I must kill.”


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[Laeta]

Name: He calls himself “Aqualung”, as he refuses to disclose his real name. It’s most likely something boring, like John.
Age: Probably 24, He cannot remember.


Strength: He possesses an incredible amount of stamina, and his lungs have a near bottomless capacity.


Weakness: He’s not particularly strong, in the event that his maneuverability is hampered, or he can’t run away, he’s finished. He’s also got some weird thing going on with photosensitivity. Harsh light sears his eyes, and he doesn’t function well in the open rays of the sun. It’s a mental thing, he grew up in the darkness of the mires.


Appearance: The average day-to-day appearance.

Spoiler

When he near human settlements, however, he cleans himself up, dons a shawl, and tries to keep his tongue inside his mouth at all times.

Spoiler

Gender: Male


Weapon of choice: A relic of the old world, a large trench-knife with the inscription “Snickersnee” branded on the flat of the blade.


Backstory: Born and raised in “The Great Mire” (the inhabitants weren’t known for their capability with naming), all Aqualung had known is strife. His village never did figure out how to farm the soggy terrain of the swamps, and relied entirely on hunting. At an early age, Aqualung was wading through pools of fetid water in search of toads, overgrown spiders, and eyeless crabs. It wasn’t an interesting life, but it was life, and Aqualung took it as it came. And thus, life there in the mires remained simple. The eternal rains poured down into the swamps, the crabs still tried to nip off one’s fingers, and one was always surrounded by inbred bastard-children. But one day, the rains stopped, and the mires began to run dry. The many clans of the swamps suddenly found themselves in the middle of a food crisis, as the “game” they hunted in the swamps fled to wetter areas. Naturally, a clan war started, and the tribes began to massacre each other. By this time, Aqualung was old enough to fend for himself, and as he saw his brethren rip each other apart he realized that he simply cannot be arsed to deal with this right then. So he packed up, and left. For a year or so, he roamed the outskirts of the swamps, drowning anyone that got too close, but this activity began to wane once the clan wars had finally ended in a bloody stalemate, as there weren’t any tribesmen left to explore the outskirts. So Aqualung set off once again, in search of a higher purpose. Because let’s be honest here, sitting in a hut in the woods reading decades old manuscripts, and occasionally going out of your way to drown someone is no way to life.


Race: Mostly human, as long as you ignore the webbing between his toes. It was a mutation that was a result of several families inbreeding out in the swamps at the edge of the world. He doesn’t like to talk about it.


Powers: He can’t produce jets of napalm from his palms, but he’s got a frighteningly long tongue lined with barbs, though. That must count for something.


Height: 6’ 2”


Other: Aqualung reads at the equivalent of a particularly dull fifth-grader. But don’t get me wrong, he’s not stupid in any sense of the word. He just can’t read particularly well.


Quote: “I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know who’s trousers I’m wearing, and I certainly don’t know who you are, but I know that I must kill.”


Theme song: [media]



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Accepted

 

[Oreo Cookie]

Name: Booker Aether


Age: 28


Strength: A crack shot with his trusty crossbow, he can accurately hit moving targets a couple hundred meters away. He can also reload a new bolt and fire in quick succession. His sense of hearing is far beyond that of any typical human, being precise enough that he can aim and fire at enemies in complete darkness by targeting the sound they create.


Weakness: Over reliant on his skill with the crossbow, he's virtually defenseless when without it. His excellent hearing is also a double edged sword. Sharp, high pitched noises not only cause him to lose his focus, but also physically hurt him.


Gender: Male


Weapon of Choice: Crossbow


Backstory: Booker originates from a dwindling town housing a small population of both elves and humans. The town was built above what was once a great elven city, which is now no more than ruins buried underneath the desert sand. In this town, Booker acted as a peacekeeper of sorts, and protected the town from the occasional bandits, raiders, and other criminals that came by. Over time, the already rare assaults against the town became nonexistent. With one issue gone, a new one took its place. The town's well began to dry up ever so slowly as the remaining arable land became more barren with each passing year. Hearing of a peculiar prophecy, Booker left the town with a promise to not only find a way to restore it, but the city beneath it as well.


Race: Elf


Powers: None


Height: 6'1"


Quote: "The desert is unforgiving, and so am I."


Theme Song:


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[Laeta]

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Name: Booker Aether


Age: 28


Strength: A crack shot with his trusty crossbow, he can accurately hit moving targets a couple hundred meters away. He can also reload a new bolt and fire in quick succession. His sense of hearing is far beyond that of any typical human, being precise enough that he can aim and fire at enemies in complete darkness by targeting the sound they create.


Weakness: Over reliant on his skill with the crossbow, he's virtually defenseless when without it. His excellent hearing is also a double edged sword. Sharp, high pitched noises not only cause him to lose his focus, but also physically hurt him.


Gender: Male


Weapon of Choice: Crossbow


Backstory: Booker originates from a dwindling town housing a small population of both elves and humans. The town was built above what was once a great elven city, which is now no more than ruins buried underneath the desert sand. In this town, Booker acted as a peacekeeper of sorts, and protected the town from the occasional bandits, raiders, and other criminals that came by. Over time, the already rare assaults against the town became nonexistent. With one issue gone, a new one took its place. The town's well began to dry up ever so slowly as the remaining arable land became more barren with each passing year. Hearing of a peculiar prophecy, Booker left the town with a promise to not only find a way to restore it, but the city beneath it as well.


Race: Elf


Powers: None


Height: 6'1"


Quote: "The desert is unforgiving, and so am I."


Theme Song:


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Accepted

 

[Claera]

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Solara

"I am burned. I am scarred. But I carry on, and you cannot stop me."


Appearance: Her skin is burned and and leathery, but she is always wearing wraps and shawls, cloaks and covers, layer upon layer of clothing to conceal all but her bright blue eyes. Her hair, which is never seen either, is bleach blonde from hours and hours, days and days under the sun. She is short and skinny, small in stature. A certain air of animosity and mystery surrounds her though, so she is rarely spoken to.


Age: 21


Gender: Female


Weapon(s) of Choice: Dual short swords; Eshai and Ashae.


Backstory: TO BE REVEALED.


Race: Mutated Human


Powers: After intensive, extended exposure to the sun, Solara has developed a certain affinity for light. Her eyes glow bright white, lighting up dark spaces, and she can create flashes of light so intense that people have the chance of being blinded.


Strength: She is extremely light on her feet, virtually a ninja. She is agile and lightweight, and has an amazing amount of endurance.


Weakness: After using creating a flare, she must wait for some of her energy to regenerate before doing so again. Also, due to her small size, she is easily taken down in cramped spaces and close quarters.


Height: 5'5"


Other: If you call her a mummy, she will spill your guts without a second glance.


Quote: "You'll never see the light until you've already been blinded by it."


Theme Song: "Etude No. 8" by HAVASI

(I usually jazz it up a little more, but...so much work..)

 

[Laeta]

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Solara

"I am burned. I am scarred. But I carry on, and you cannot stop me."


Appearance: Her skin is burned and and leathery, but she is always wearing wraps and shawls, cloaks and covers, layer upon layer of clothing to conceal all but her bright blue eyes. Her hair, which is never seen either, is bleach blonde from hours and hours, days and days under the sun. She is short and skinny, small in stature. A certain air of animosity and mystery surrounds her though, so she is rarely spoken to.


Age: 21


Gender: Female


Weapon(s) of Choice: Dual short swords; Eshai and Ashae.


Backstory: TO BE REVEALED.


Race: Mutated Human


Powers: After intensive, extended exposure to the sun, Solara has developed a certain affinity for light. Her eyes glow bright white, lighting up dark spaces, and she can create flashes of light so intense that people have the chance of being blinded.


Strength: She is extremely light on her feet, virtually a ninja. She is agile and lightweight, and has an amazing amount of endurance.


Weakness: After using creating a flare, she must wait for some of her energy to regenerate before doing so again. Also, due to her small size, she is easily taken down in cramped spaces and close quarters.


Height: 5'5"


Other: If you call her a mummy, she will spill your guts without a second glance.


Quote: "You'll never see the light until you've already been blinded by it."


Theme Song: "Etude No. 8" by HAVASI

(I usually jazz it up a little more, but...so much work..)

Accepted!