Fantasy Spellblade

[Arelynn]

By creating a character in this RP, I accept there rules:


DA RULES


1. Respect each other!


2. If you're going to leave, tell me so I can arrange for your departing scene and open up a spot.


3. If you're going to be away, tell us so we can have either myself or someone post in your stead!


4. If you're going to kill someone major (players, important NPCs, etc.) ask permission!


5. Don't make an OP character that can't die and is good at everything and blah. It's not fun


6. Have fun dammit!


Character sheet: (If you have a preferred format/BBCode, feel free to use it!)


Name: First and last name. Middle name and nickname optional.


Gender: Self explanatory.


Race: Are you human? Elven? Something? You may create a unique race if you want!


Age: Your choice, but be reasonable. Non-human races may be different.


Class: Spellblade? Healer? Wizard? Your choice, though I'll accept Spellblades first.


Abilities: Nothing too OP, and not too many. 3 should be a good number, but more or less is okay, depending.


Appearance: Either a picture or short description is okay! I'm also not picky about what kind of picture.


Height and weight: Also self-explanatory.


Personality: What are you like?


Likes and dislikes: Stuff.


Background: Why is your personality the way it is? Do you have any specific beliefs? Why did you become a Spellblade?


Equipment: Armor, potions, books, and other stuff goes here!


Weaponry: Pictures and/or short descriptions will do!

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Name


Mia Luna Ardon


Nickname


Loonie


Race


Human


Age


17


Class


Spellblade


Abilities


-Telekinesis, the ability to lift and move objects she could also lift physicslly with her mind.


-Braveheart's strike, a combination of 6 hits that can be high, middle or low, the order may be varified. If the initial hit, a sword upper cut, hits, the rest cannot be dogded.


-Thunderlords Decree, the ability to passively make a lightning come down on a target she hits three times, six times, and so on. Works with the Bravehearts's strike.


Height and weight


5'6, 100lbs


Personality


Mia is a very kind hearted person, she will jump in to protect anyone right away, no matter who it is. She is a very honorful girl and her honor means a lot to her. Mia is polite and friendly, but it is still heard to become her friend, since she has the fear to lose anyone close to her and therefore never lets anyone get close.


Likes and Dislikes

Food

Sour and bitter food

Honorable People

Honorless people

Origami

Biography


This is to be kept more of a mystery, being found out through interaction with her. What can be revealed is, that she is daughter of a mage and a knight and therefore had the abilities to become a spellblade.


Equipment


A block full of blank paper, a diary, the symbol medal of her family.


Weapons

Her sword as well as 6 reforged spear tips (visible on appearance picture), which now are more of blades. She uses them with her telekinesis, charging them at enemies to distract and open up their defense.

 

[Lotusy]

William & Strad

-"Hey Strad, let's do something crazy!"


-"No."

Age:

Twenty-three

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Appearance:

Besides the picture, there's a bit more to William. His hair is a bright blond, and he always has a happy, energetic smile plastered across his face. Of course, William's not found wearing just what he has in the picture. Imagine a scruffy brown tunic and greenish nature-oriented fetishes along with that, and you've got him!

The Deep Stuff

Personality:

Though William is a healer, his personality suggests otherwise. Instead of a calm, cool demeanor, he's energetic, bubbly, and quick to the point. He's optimistic and cheerful, never one to get down. He's also got a sense of humor, and is constantly calling Strad old or surprising his companion, much to the dragon's chagrin and William's amusement. The young man is also very nerve-driven and jittery, not a guy you would want pulling a sword from your back or sealing your wound. However, even with his nerves, he's always trying to be nice to his patients. If you're not a patient though, make sure to bring a few earplugs - he'll talk your ear off, and then some.

Likes

Music, especially Strad's music.

Talking. By which I mean a lot.

Sunshine

Dislikes


Dreary people. No thank you.


Large bodies of water (ie. Oceans, Lakes)

Background:

William was born William Johnson Brigid, second child of three children born to two apothecaries in traveling merchant group. Every season, the group would complete a circuit, giving William an experience not many other children would get. At the age of six, his parents started him on the long road of herbalism. Granted, a humble herbalist was all he would have been if he had not met Strad. After his first encounter with the dragon (elaborated in the other section), William's small pool of magic was tapped into, and a whole new reserve of energy and knowledge accompanied him even after he left Strad. His new ideas, planted by Strad, brought his family a new type of fortune, through magic healing combined with plants. Every month, when his family passed by Strad's forest, he would secretly stop by for a night to try and learn even more. By the age of eighteen, he'd earned enough respect from his elders to set out on his own. However, instead of setting out as a merchant, he settled down around a certain forest in... inhabited by a certain dragon. For six years, he's studied herbs and magic under the tutelage of Strad. On their adventures, Strad and WIlliam have taught each other a lot, like caution for William or the feel of adventure for Strad. It's a wonderous discovery and re-discovery for the both of them!

Eventually, they've wound up here, as a healer in the employ of spellblades. Who know what adventures William and Strad will have next?

The Dragon Stuff - I mean, Strad

Dragon's name:

Unknown, nicknamed "Strad" by William.

Age:

Somewhere around four hundred years old.

Gender:

Male

Personality:

Strad is a perfect foil to William. While the youth is still hot-tempered and refined, Strad's had enough years on the earth to set him in his place. He's always the cool temper of the two, keeping William from doing anything too rash. While Will may see them as equals, Strad feels more like a teacher to the young man.

As a dragon alone, Strad is extremely old. He barely remembers anything past this century, and the only memories he keeps are ones about plants and music. He's not quite wise, but he is cautious and knowledgeable.

Appearance:

Abilities:

While the usual dragon breathes fire, Strad has a different type of magic. Instead of a torrent of flame, the dragon instead weaves magical music with special properties. Some cause battle rages, some lull people to sleep, others even remove pain! William's favorite is a song that causes certain plants to appear based on the final notes. His back has a sod-like property that allow plants to grow on it.

How William met Strad:

Eighteen years ago, a young boy stepped, foot by foot, into a lush, winding green forest. The boy in question was William, of course. The small, then seven-year-old was attracted by a beautiful low humming. When he first encountered Strad, the dragon gave him a quick look before going back to humming. William only got closer to the dragon, his youthful curiosity overwhelming every other instinct telling him to run. He sat, listening for a full hour, before Strad decided to stop. The dragon and the small boy exchanged only a few words, but they were powerful ones. Powerful enough to stop a dragon from hurting the tiny human boy in front of him. No one besides the two will ever know what these words were. Before William decided to look for a way home, Strad tapped his head, implanting a vast knowledge of herbs, an affinity with plant magic, and directions back to his forest. Whatever words were exchanged there, they secured a steadfast friendship for years to come.

 

[Arelynn]

• Basic Info
• Abilities
• Profile
• Inventory

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  Name: Austin Ravine
  
  
  Nickname: Old man
  
  
  Gender: Male?
  
  
  Race: Human?
  
  
  Age: Old?
  
  
  Class: Elder Spellblade
  
  
  
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  FRAGMENTED TIME
  
  
  Austin sporadically receives glimpses of random points in time. These glimpses can be from the future or the past, but it's hard for him to tell. Sometimes they are clear and concise, other times they are seemingly random and unconnected images. He typically does not share these glimpses whenever he receives them.
  
  
  ARC BLADE
  
  
  By concentrating and focusing energy into his sword, he can imbue it with electrical energy to hurt enemies even with a near miss. This quickly drains his energy, however, and rarely uses it. In fact, his students rarely ever see him draw his blade in the first place.
  
  
  CHEF
  
  
  Strangely enough, he can cook very well, using any ingredient at hand.
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  Height and weight: 5'10" and 188 lbs.
  
  
  Personality: If the phrase "tough love" were to be personified, it would be Austin. While he prides himself as a teacher, he also considers himself a parent, or at least guiding figure, especially to his younger pupils. He wants only the best for his students, so he'll put them through hell if it means giving them a better chance of survival. When he's not constantly drilling them, he's silent, but observant.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  
  Likes sparring, rainy weather, reading, writing, sleeping, and cooking.
  
  
  Dislikes loud children, monsters, greedy merchants, and being called "old man."
  
  
  Background: Not much is known about the old man. He never takes his mask off, and while he teaches them excellent techniques for swordsmanship and spellcraft, no one has ever seen him in a fight. Most assume that he's been a Spellblade for a really long time and that he's extremely skilled, but only other elders would know.
  
  
  
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  Equipment: Black cloak, mask, 2 healing potions, a book, and a pen.
  
  
  Weaponry:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

The Gentle Spellblade

Name: Teiren Valais


Nickname(s): Tei, Quickblade, The Gentle Spellblade


Gender: Male


Race: Human/Demon Fusion


Age: 22 (126)


Class: Spellblade


Height: 5'11''


Weight: 220lb


Hair Color: Dark Blue (Blood Red)


Eye Color: Blue (Golden Yellow)


Teiren is a decently built man who's build focuses more on speed than strength. His long dark blue hair is usually the last thing his opponents see. Should he be pushed beyond his calm exterior, the true demon within him is released.


As his hair and eyes change color, horns sprout from his head. In this form, he does away with his swords, preferring hand to hand combat.

• Personal Information
• Spellblade Information

• 
  
  
  Personality
  
  Teiren is a calm, calculating man and would overall prefer to enjoy a nice book than fight, though he does enjoy training with his swords. At the same time, he enjoys helping people which is part of the reason he became a Spellblade in the first place.
  
  
  Surprisingly, in battle, he can be quite ruthless when it is called for. Due to his kind nature, if he intends to kill, he kills as quickly as possible, in as few strikes as possible. This garnered him the nickname "The Gentle Spellblade"
  
  
  Likes and Dislikes
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Reading
    
  • Sweet foods
    
  • Sparring
    
  • People Watching
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Demon Form
    
  • Spicy Foods
    
  • Having his quiet time disturbed.
    
  • Killing.
    
  
  
  Background
  
  Teiren was not born into the world, he was summoned by an old good natured summoner, one who hoped to use demonic powers to help the world. However, he underestimated how evil beings from another plane of existence could be.
  
  
  This demon was Teiren and he was cruel. The summoner hadn't taken all the proper precautions allowing Teiren to capture and torture him for days. The problem was, Teiren underestimated the mage. He weaved together a spell, one so powerful that it tore both of them apart.
  
  
  Then he woke up, lying on the floor. Looking in the mirror, he found that he was young once again, or was it that he was human? Memories and thoughts swirled in his head, making it hard to discern who he was. Was he demon or human? Perhaps both? He felt remorse for the torture he'd inflicted on himself.
  
  
  He didn't have much time to think about it as the village he'd been living in was suddenly attacked by bandits. It was with their arrival that he remembered exactly why he'd tried summoning a demon in the first place. He'd wanted to help people.
  
  
  Now that he was young again, he could help the people of the village.
  
  
  Things didn't go as planned...or maybe they did, but it didn't end well with him. On confronting the bandits, he found that his magic didn't work properly and he couldn't remember half of the spells he'd originally learned. On the other hand, he found that his reflexes and physical strength had increased, the bandits were much slower than him, moving like they'd been hit by a slow spell.
  
  
  Unfortunately, he was so caught up in the new/familiar sensations that he didn't notice one man until he'd already been cut. A rage he didn't know he had filled his mind and he saw red. He was a demon, how dare these mortals cut him!
  
  
  Then he calmed down and found that he was surrounded by the corpses of the bandits, his hands drenched in their blood. It was then that he realized that he was a danger to anyone close to him, he was neither human or demon, but a mixture of both. That very night, he gathered his things and left.
  
  
  He decided to learn a martial art to temper his demon side's anger, to allow himself to stay in control. It was how he came to use a sword, at the same time he began to relearn his magic. It was fun to learn new things.
  
  
  He also came to learn that he no longer aged, at least he didn't age at any rate that was noticeable. It has been over a hundred years since he and the demon first became one. Since then, he has traveled around lending aid to anyone, as well as keeping up in his training.
  
  
  Despite his advanced age, he has only recently become a Spellblade. He'd heard about them helping any country, regardless of alliance and found that it resonated with him well.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Abilities
  
  Demon Calling: This is a variant of his demon summoning spell. After years of training, he has managed to mostly control his demon side. During his training, he found the abilities of the demon, its strength and ruthlessness, were necessary. He created a spell to forcibly change himself into that other form.
  
  
  Magic Burst: Due to the original spell that fused the two together, his magic is no longer what it was originally. He can use minor spells that are mere parlor tricks. But, by focusing, he can gather his magical energy into a single pulse that can knock enemies away from him upon release.
  
  
  Empty Reading: This is the only true spell he possesses. Using this spell, he can copy one spell from another person to use immediately. Once used, the spell is forgotten and impossible to copy again.
  
  
  Equipment and Weaponry
  
  He always carries at least one small book with him when he is working. His clothes are special equipment that have been enchanted to resist the elements and minor damage.
  
  
  The weapon's he posses are the two swords he carries on his sides. He generally only uses one of them at any given time and has the other as a back up in the off chance he is disarmed.
  
  
  

 

[Abendrot]

Gareth yr Aderyn

Gender: Male


Race: Elf


Age: 237


Class: Spellblade


Abilities:


- Skilled at elemental magic, as well as some experience in countering curses and hexes


- Extensive knowledge of alchemy, horticulture, and botany


- Weapon Proficiency


Height: 6 feet 2 inches (1.88 m)


Weight: 177 lb (80 kg)


Personality: Sensible and determined, fairly serious and eloquently formal. He's not one to make or take jokes, but when Gareth does display any humor, it is generally subtle and understated. He's fiercely loyal to the Order and holds to such beliefs as being honorable and obeying the law. He's never had any problems staying organized or on task, although he has little patience or understanding to offer those more scatterbrained than him. Gareth isn't particularly short-tempered, but he is prone to make snide remarks when stressed. Despite this, he's usually fairly friendly, if a bit reserved, and he enjoys telling a tale or two, especially over a glass of wine.


Likes and dislikes:

• Reading
  
• Art
  
• Nature
  
• Laziness
  
• Shoddy Work
  
• Criminals
  

Background: Gareth was born into a remarkably wealthy family, living in the great sylvan city of Dinas Athfort. His father was an agent for Urdd y Draig Wen, or the Order of the White Dragon, the Elvish branch of the Order of Knights. His mother was a herbalist and physician, who owned a small shop down in the Understory District. As a child, Gareth was eager to follow in his father's footsteps after hearing countless tales about the noble deeds of the Order of Knights. At the age of 36, after passing numerous trials, he was entered into the Order of the White Dragon.


Gareth underwent extensive training and ruthless mental and physical conditioning to steel himself for duty. For the next century or so, hunting monsters, enemies of the state, and keeping stability throughout the Elvishlands. At the age of 143, Gareth qualified for the position of Spellblade, and he was awarded that position after passing the arduous Spellblade Trials.


Equipment:


- Light Ranger Armor


- An amulet with little motifs of all of the Elvish gods


- Bandoliers to hold various tools and miscellaneous items


- 4 healing potions on his belt at any given time


- Bandages & Dressing


- Satchel filled with alchemist's tools, a few empty glass vials, and various commonly found ingredients and herbs.


Weaponry:


- Crossbow w/two dozen bolts, half-and-half steel and silver-tipped.


- Silver Longsword


- Steel Longsword


- Poniard hidden in his boot

 

[Ashaficent]

Alexandria Antoinette Marie

Is it just me or... is your presence in this room the reason why I'm suddenly in a bad mood? Alexandria Antoinette Marie

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• Character Profile
• Being a Spellblade

• 
  
  
  Nickname: "I am known as Andria, and as the Queen of Sarcasm."
  
  
  Gender: "What's wrong with you? I'm a female!"
  
  
  Age: "It's rude to ask a lady her age, dumbass! I'm 19, though."
  
  
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  Appearance: "I'm incredibly hot and have curves to die for. On your face, peasants!" Alexandria stands at 5'7" with has pure, snow white hair and eyes that change colour uncontrollably with her mood. She has a slender, curvy build with smooth, pale skin that would have remained unblemished if not for scars from her life as a Spellblade. Her canines are longer and sharper than that of an average person's.
  
  
  Height and weight: "First you ask me my age. And now you're asking me my weight? Screw off!"
  
  
  Personality: "Ah, I have been described as 'bitchy and sarcastic'. And I'm proud of my reputation for being just that." Alexandria is a rude, snarky female, with a non-existent filter between her thoughts and her mouth. She always has a sarcastic comment to make, and is probably the female version of Satan. She's a softie underneath that cold exterior though, just too afraid to get close anyone.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes: "I like... Dead opponents, music, reading and anime. I dislike you, and other people in general, for being so bloody curious."
  
  
  Background: "Haha, you think that I'll actually tell you what my life story is. Well, no."
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Class: "I'm a Spellblade."
  
  
  Race: "I'm a vampire, but trust me - I do not sparkle in the sun."
  
  
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  Abilities: "I'm really amazing and can probably talk a demon to death."
  
  
  • Snow Queen: Alexandria has control over ice. She can create and manipulate it. She also has control over water and its vapour form, but she can't create it. Provided a source of water, she can manipulate the water as well as use it to create fog or mist.
    
  • Undead Awakening: She had the basic vampire abilities. This includes enhanced senses, strength, speed, grace, agility, etc., compulsion, and a love for blood.
    
  • Blood Puppet: Feeding a mundane a bit of her blood, she can gain control over him and prolong his life. The mundane can also be used as her human snack bar (for blood), and he will do so willingly.
    
  
  
  Equipment: "I have... books. A lot of them. I don't wear armour, it only slows me down. I also a got a lotta potions, one especially a torture weapon for irritatingly curious people like you."
  
  
  Weaponry: "I have this really cool scythe, which only adds to my awesomeness. And ego." Alexandria has a scythe which is at least six feet long (give or take), and will burn anyone who touches it other than Alexandria, due to a spell. The speciality of this scythe is that it can double itself, and shrink or enlarge depending on how Alexandria wants to use it. It can also be charged with her own energy and used to deliver special and powerful attacks.
  
  
  

 

[CortezsCoffers]

• Character Info
• Background and Personality
• Equipment and Abilities

• Name: Velles Sedin
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Age: 26
  
  
  Class: Spellblade
  
  
  
  
  
  Height and weight: 6 feet, 150 pounds
  
  
  
  
• Personality: Vel gets along better with the average petty thief or smuggler than he does with most spellblades. Though he hunts criminals for a living, as long as they haven't killed or kidnapped anyone he'll usually just take whatever they stole and let them go with a warning and/or a few bruises.
  
  
  He's used to being judged - usually by other spellblades - for his past and for spending a lot of his time in the company of criminals, so he tends to get defensive when these things are brought up.
  
  
  He prefers to work alone if possible
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  
  Likes drinking, fine art, the thrill of the hunt.
  
  
  Dislikes spicy food, pets, people who yell too much.
  
  
  
  
  
  Background: Vel grew up on a farm with his parents and three siblings. At age 13, he was inspired to run away from home by the tales of great adventurers that he heard when his father sent him to the nearby town for supplies. Two weeks later, he found himself lost in a strange town without a copper to his name.
  
  
  Starving, lost and alone, Vel had to resort to stealing to survive. Just food at first; a loaf of bread, an apple, some cheese. There were some close calls at first, but after the first month or so, Vel discovered that he was a natural at this. He started pickpocketing on the streets with moderate success. Another month later, though, he had to leave to some other town after just barely escaping from the city guards when he tried stealing from an off-duty officer.
  
  
  Vel kept stealing, each time trying for more lucrative heists, until it became too dangerous to remain in town. Then he moved again and repeated the cycle. This went on for 3 years, across 19 cities, until he was finally caught when he broke into the house of Dorson, an experienced spellblade.
  
  
  Dorson was going to turn him in to the city guards, but he detected a small amount of magic power in Vel. He offered Vel a choice: To either become his apprentice or to be taken to the guards. Vel chose the apprenticeship, of course, and so started his training to become a spellblade. He moved in with Dorson, returned all the stolen items he hadn't sold off yet and quit stealing.
  
  
  As the training progressed, Dorson saw that Vel's combat and magic proficiencies were well below-average by spellblade standards, but he was more agile than most and very good at running, jumping, climbing and sneaking, so his training became focused on improving those skills even further.
  
  
  Eventually Vel had learned enough to become a full-fledged spellblade, so he and Dorson departed to the headquarters of the Order of Knights headquarters so he could officially become a spellblade. He was almost denied membership on account of his unorthodox training, but Dorson was a well-respected member of the spellblades, so eventually the Order gave in.
  
  
  Now Vel spends his life travelling from town to town, using his talents to bring criminals and fugitives to justice.
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  Abilities:
  
  
  Chameleon: Vel's body becomes partially transparent (along with any clothes he's wearing and object he's holding), making him harder to see. Light that passes through his body changes its trajectory slightly, much like when it passes through a glass of water or a magnifying glass. The effect becomes more noticeable when he's farther away from the object being seen, so Vel has to stay close to walls to make the most of this spell.
  
  
  Mimicry: Vel changes his voice and/or appearance to imitate those of someone else. The disguise is less convincing when trying to imitate a wildly different body type or when disguised as someone he's unfamiliar with. The disguise can only be kept up for a little over an hour at a time before it begins to waver.
  
  
  Featherweight: When under the effect of this spell, Vel's body becomes lighter, allowing him to jump higher, run faster and move more quietly. He also gets hurt more easily.
  
  
  Equipment: 2 lockpicks, leather armor (cuirass, pauldrons, gauntlets, boots and greaves)
  
  
  Weaponry: A steel shortsword, a wooden shortbow and three arrows

 

[Enkerzed]

MR and MRS MEPTHES (still a wip)

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• Marthin
• Tyra

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  Name: Marthin Mephtes
  
  
  
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  Gender: Male
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  
  
  Age: 37
  
  
  
  
  Class: Spellblade
  
  
  
  
  Abilities:
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  • Healing: Mends wounds of all types, though illnesses are beyond Marthin's skill to heal.
    
  • Barrier: Summons a powerful magic shield covering a wide area or a single direction that can repel all but the mightiest of attacks.
    
  • Defender: Enters a state where magic power increases dramatically, allowing Marthin to imbue someone's very flesh with rapid regeneration and barrier armour magic, rendering them virtually invincible at the cost of sending Marthin into a comatose state upon returning to normal.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Height and weight: 1.78m or 5'8'' and 68kg or 149lbs
  
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  Likes:​
  
  
  • Tyra
    
  • Sunrises and sunsets
    
  • Knowledge
    
  • Beer
    
  • Spicy food
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Anyone or anything that hurts Tyra
    
  • Mosquitoes (with a passion)
    
  • Dark places
    
  • Wild cuisine
    
  • Monsters
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Background:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Equipment:
  
  
  Weaponry:
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  Name: Tyra Mephtes
  
  
  
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  Gender: Female
  
  
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  
  
  Age: 27
  
  
  
  
  Class: Spellblade
  
  
  
  
  Abilities:
  
  
  • Barrier Blade: Enchanted sword deals a strong concussive force with each blow, knocking weapons out of enemy hands and sending bodies flying.
    
  • Point Barrier: Summons a shield directly from hand, transforming it into a buckler of sorts. Can't cover much area, but is powerful enough to ward off most attacks.
    
  • Berserker: Relinquishes all sense of self-control in a moment of intense rage, gaining incredibly heightened reflexes, strength, stamina and pain tolerance, but also develops tunnel vision at the same time, making it hard to distinguish friends from foes.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Height and weight: 1.74m or 5'7'' and 66kg or 145lbs
  
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Marthin
    
  • Monsters
    
  • Adventure
    
  • Beer
    
  • Wild cuisine
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Anyone or anything that hurts Marthin
    
  • Morning
    
  • Boredom
    
  • Spicy food
    
  • Sand
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Background:
  
  
  Equipment:
  
  
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[Zer0]

Name: Mion Hazy


Gender: Male


Race: Human


Age: 25


Class: Spellblade Lancer


Abilities: Slow Blind Spell (50 ft. radius, lasts for a few minutes), Gather (pulls enemies to a point and anchors them there for a few seconds), Freeze (30 ft. cone, stuns for a few seconds), Snow Owl (ethereal flying spy), Mind Link (telepathic link to willing targets, allowing us to communicate with our minds and use the senses of others), Combat Riding. Mion doesn't have any damage-dealing spells. He has a spell range of 100 ft.


Appearance: A laid back intelligent man with short black hair and warm brown eyes. He looks stocky with a broad back and big shoulders. A couple of scars stretch across his tanned skin and on his back is a large tattoo of the Spellblade Emblem.


Height and weight: 6. ft., 200 lbs.


Personality: Mion is humorous around guys, but reserved around women. He prefers to observe and listen rather than talk. But he loves the company of horses most of all. He wakes up at four in the morning everyday to take care of all of them, then goes out for a morning ride. After that he dedicates the rest of his day mastering his art.


Likes and dislikes: Loves horses, loves his spellblade brothers-though he won't admit it, racing, jousting, and ice magic. He doesn't like spicy food, bums, and spiders.


Background: Mion came from an all-warlock family in one of the major trading cities who have served the King for generations. He became a spellblade to honor his family's name, but inside all he wants is to work with horses in his own farm in the mountains, live a peaceful life, and maybe even have a family. But he doesn't want to disappoint his folks who want their son to be the first spellblade of the family. Until now he silently struggles between what he wants, and making his family happy.


Equipment: Scale-mail Armor, Cavalry shield, Warhorse, Ring with the Hazy Family Crest, Bag with horse treats and a brush, and Survival Gear (rope, flint, rations, etc.).


Weaponry: Lance, Longsword, and Javelins

 

[CHIMNY]

Name: Stork Wilkman


Gender: Male


Race: Human


Class: More of a private eye.


Abilities:


-Cellular adaptation


-Telekinesis


Appearance:


Height and weight: 6 ft 2 198 lbs.


Personality: Concealing, quiet, and suspiciously interrogative. Often making up personalities to conceal his identity and for detective reasons.


Likes:


Meat


Dark humor


Formal parties


Dislikes:


The law


Monarchies


Background: Want to reveal in RP.


Equipment: Light armor set, grapple hook.

Weaponry: Knives, and a long sword.

 

[Cosmosis]

Character sheet


Name: Marth Flames.


Gender: Male


Race: He is a Elf/Neko/Human


Age: 5


Class: Support.


Abilities: Marth is good to talk too, even if he may not understand. He can cheer people up easily but not everyone.


Appearance:

Height and weight: 3ft 4in


Personality: Marth is very sweet and caring. He may not understand the severity of things but he can make them seem more... hopeful.


Likes and dislikes: L: Kittens, Swords, Pocky. D: Being yelled at, getting hit


Background: Marth had been told his parents went to sleep for a very long time. After that he was taken to a foster home where he ran away from on accident due to chasing a cricket into the forest, then a butterfly.


Equipment: A stick.


Weaponry: Skinny, birch wood stick.

 

[Iomana]

Name: Ea Xylia (pronounced E? Zy-lee-uh). Ea has a true name but will keep it a secret since it would allow someone to have power over him

Gender: Male

Race: Half-fairy, half-human

Age: 40 but physically 20. He ages at half the rate that normal humans do

Class: Wizard

Abilities:

Basic Elemental Spells: He is able to conjure wind, fire, earth, and water, and manipulate them to his will. He is also able to mix and combine them (such as mixing water and fire to create steam) for various uses. However, it is easy to over exert himself and if he pushes himself too far it could have dire consequences.

Illusions: Has a slight proficiency with creating illusions because of his fairy blood. It's nothing too powerful.

Appearance:

​

Spoiler

With flaming orange hair and a brilliant green eye, Ea is the picture of vibrance. His build is a little lanky, due to years of studying rather than training but otherwise he has the body of a healthy young man. Ea also has a pale white right eye, almost translucent in appearance thanks to his mother's fairy blood. It often unsettles people so he covers it with an eyepatch. Ask nicely and he'll have no problem showing it though.

Height and weight: 5'11 and 160 lbs

Personality: When most people envision a wizard, they see a fairly studious and serious person. However, Ea is anything but. An easy-going young man, Ea is a bit of flirt, always with a quick smile or joke on the tip of his tongue. He has trouble with acting serious at times and will always try to lighten the mood with a joke whenever he feels uncomfortable.

Likes and dislikes:

Likes:

Books

Sweets

Nature

Dislikes:

Complete silence

Formal occasions

Background: Ea's father is a human wizard who, having gone into a forest near his city in order to study the wildlife, ended up meeting a fairy woman. After some time and quite a few meeting later, the two fell madly in love, resulting in Ea being born. However, due to her nature, Ea's mother felt uncomfortable living in the city and away from nature, so his father complied in building a small cottage in the forest they first met to raise Ea. It was in this peaceful environment that the young boy grew up in. He spent a good portion of his childhood playing in the forest, led on by his love of knowledge and nature. Their cottage was close enough to the city to travel there and back within a day so as Ea grew older and the city also began to appeal to him, the boy often accompanied his father whenever he traveled to the city to do work. It didn't come as a surprise when Ea proclaimed his desire to be a wizard. Thanks to his background, it didn't take him long to catch on to the art of magic, having shown a proficiency for spells at a young age. Now he works as a sort of field wizard, traveling around as he does research on wildlife and plants--and really anything else that may catch his interest.

Equipment: He carries no iron on him-- while the metal won't burn his skin like it would a full-blooded fairy, it still feels uncomfortable and almost painful to the touch. He has the basic traveling supplies with him, such as medicine, food, and sleeping supplies. He also has various books, pens, and field journals to write his findings in. He's weighed down by so much research equipment, it's a miracle he can move. Ea himself prefers to dress casually, figuring that the flashy wizard robes will draw too much unwanted attention on the road. He's dressed in sturdy black boots, a long sleeved black shirt, and tan cotton trousers. On a silver chain around his neck is his family ring and the ring he was given when he became a wizard, but he normally keeps it tucked inside his shirt.

Weaponry: His magic is his weapon but he carries a few steel daggers hidden on him, just in case.

 

[CHIMNY]

Done with my CS, hope im accepted.

 

[ChrisClark13]

• Kujari
• Shin
• Background

• Name: Kujari Xen
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Age: 23
  
  
  Class: Spellblade
  
  
  Abilities: Wind Magic
  
  
  • Gust: Kujari can use his wind magic to increase the amount of and the intensity of the air displaced by his movements. With a swing of his blade he can create gusts strong enough to set someone off balance, past that he can also use the fan he carries in conjunction with this ability to create powerful gusts of wind capable of knocking people off their feet. These gusts in and of themselves are not truly strong enough to cause damage, though they make for a strong combo ability.
    
  • Air Sense: When he focuses Kujari can feel the currents of air in an area around him, granting him the ability to see where attacks are coming from and more easily avoid or block them. This combined with his Wind Dance ability can make it hard for a foe to land a hit on him.
    
  • Wind Dance: Kujari uses his magic to enhance his movements, increasing his speed and agility. When pushed, this ability allows him to move at great speeds, though doing so takes a great toll on his body and his magic.
    
  • Wind Slash: Kujari in his past was able to use his wind magic to create gusts of wind that could literally slice at his opponents. This ability requires the user to have a strong killing intent and due to a key event in his past, Kujari usually cannot muster the level of killing intent needed to use this ability.
    (When going all out, he runs out of energy quite quickly, so he prefers to battle as efficiently as possible and will only go all out when he's sure it will work out favorably or when he absolutely has to.)
    
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Other than this, Kujari has a lean, muscly build suited to his swift and precise way of fighting. He prefers the local style of clothing and armor over the one from his homeland. His green jacket extends down to cover the tops of his legs about halfway down to his knees.
  
  
  Height and weight: 5' 6"
  
  
  Personality: Kujari more often than not comes off as cold and calculating, though professional when it comes to dealing with people he isn't close to. Although he is at his core a kind and protective person, this side of him is more often than not shown through his actions rather than his words. Emotionally he is still recovering and may never truly heal from the events in his past. He readily gives aid when asked, especially to his brother Shin.
  
  
  In combat he moves with grace and speed, though it almost like a machine is fighting instead of a person... that is unless the life of his brother or the lives of innocents are on the line. In that case he has been known to fight like a man possessed.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  
  
  Being prepared
  
  
  
  Shin
  
  
  
  Combat and Magic Manuals
  
  
  
  Sparring
  
  
  
  Unnecessary pain, death, and those who cause it
  
  
  
  War
  
  
  
  Dishonorable actions[/check[
  
  
  Equipment: For armor, he has modified the jacket he wears has small plates of armor sewn in-between the inner and outer layers (a jack of plates). He will also sometimes equip additional armor in the form gauntlets and leg armor when the situation calls for it, though nothing heavy enough to impair his movements. Kujari is loathe to wear a helmet as it blocks his field of view and interferes with his Air Sense ability.
  
  
  Weaponry: Kujari carries a katana/wakizashi pair, as well as a dagger and a buckler for extra off-hand defense just in case. He also carries a custom made fan with metal panels for use with his Gust ability.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
• Name: Shin Xen
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Class: Spellblade
  
  
  Abilities: Lightning Magic
  
  
  • Shock: Shin can use his lightning magic to discharge electricity through his body and he can also charge whatever weapon he's using with lightning magic to create the same effect (though it needs to have at least some of it made of metal). This can vary from just a spark to light a fire, a weak current that causes muscle spasms and numbness, or a strong current that can do serious damage. The more powerful the current, the more mana it takes to make it.
    
  • Lightning Dance: Shin enhances his body with lightning magic, increasing the strength of his muscles more and more the longer he "charges" up. He typically only uses this ability in short bursts, which does allow him to make lightning fast strikes or to leap great distances. If he has to use this ability for a prolonged period it will end up damaging himself as the strength of his muscles increases beyond what his body can handle. He can discharge the energy he's gathered into his muscles with either his Shock or Lighting Bolt abilities and he typically combos Lightning Dance into Shock when he manages to strike an opponent.
    
  • Lightning Bolt: Lastly Shin can focus his lightning magic to create actual bolts of lightning. This requires him to use a great amount of energy and focus to get the strength needed to actually fire off a bolt and make the bolt actually go where he wants it to. Used without enough energy behind it this ability does little but create some static electricity. Since he must charge up for each shot, he has a fairly slow rate (compared to the fast pace of melee combat) at which he can actually fire off lightning bolts.
    
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Shin has more of a muscle-bound build that is suited to his armored and powerful way of fighting. Under his armor he wears multi-layer clothing reminiscent of the style of his homeland for the top piece; although from there the rest of it is just regular clothing.
  
  
  Height and weight: 5' 5"
  
  
  Personality: Shin is a lively and cheerful person, always ready to lend a hand to those who need it as he takes joy in helping others. Though he is hesitant to draw blood when fighting other people due to his inexperience when it comes to actual combat and war. He can also be quite naive and foolish also due to his inexperience in dealing with people outside of his hometown.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  Helping others
  
  
  

  Kujari

  
  
  

  Domestic Animals

  
  
  

  History

  
  
  

  Fighting people

  
  
  

  Monsters

  
  
  

  Dishonorable actions

  
  
  Equipment: Shin owns and often uses a set of plate armor when he is expecting combat. Outside of combat he mainly just wears a chainmail shirt with a belt.
  
  
  Weaponry: Shin primarily uses a glaive, though he does have a katana/wakizashi pair reserved for use when his glaive would prove unwieldy in combat.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
• Kujari and Shin Xen originally hailed from a land that lies far away. There, the equivalent of Spellblades are called the Sei. The Sei are elite solders that supplement and lead the rest of the army on the field of battle as well as also performing special missions.
  
  
  Spoiler

  During their childhood, the town in which the Xen brothers lived came under attack from a squad of Sei from an opposing nation. In this attack, their mother (with their father having been killed upon the field of battle before this point in time) was killed defending them. Backed into a corner, Kujari attempted to make an effort to defend his brother, this only served to amuse their attacker who quickly slashed at Kujari-giving him the scar he bares upon his face-instead of immediately going for a killing blow. This proved to be their attacker's downfall as that had bought enough time for their uncle who lived next door to come over and slay their attacker with a well placed arrow to the back.
  
  
  From then on the Xen brothers were placed under the care of their uncle, who did little to care for them emotionally; but as the Sei grandmaster put them through rigorous training, even harsher than the training that the other students received as he demanded perfection from them.
  
  
  Kujari was able to excel in his training to the point of becoming his uncle's prized student. He did this by using his desire to protect Shin as well as his desire to avenge his mother to push himself to the point of exhaustion during his lessons (these desires were strongly promoted by his uncle as well). Shin also did well in his training-in fact, better than most-but lacking the same strong desires that Kujari had coupled with a submissive nature he was not able to push himself as hard.
  
  
  
  
  
  In time their uncle began giving Kujari private lessons, teaching advanced techniques of magic and swordplay. Primarily this training focused on using and perfecting the deadly Wind Slash technique.
  
  
  One set loose upon the field of warfare, Kujari proved time and time again to be an extremely valuable asset. In only four years his exploits earned him the title of "The Wind Reaper" due his kill count which numbered in the hundreds upon the field of battle when facing common
  
  
  soldiers as well as defeating no less than ten opposing Sei in combat.
  
  
  Kujari's career ended abruptly one day when he went on a certain mission, a mission to attack a Sei settlement of the nation that had launched a similar attack upon his own town some years ago. At first he departed on this mission with great zeal, eager to give those who had killed his mother what was coming to them. He and a team of several others sneaked into their village in the dead of night, though they were discovered Kujari was able to cut a path into the heart of the village, slaying any who stood in his way... though they were all either old Sei warriors or guardsman who actively defended themselves.
  
  
  After dealing with the defenders, the team started invading homes to "finish the job". As if by fate, Kujari encountered a young child standing bravely and defending their younger sibling from him best they could. This situation was almost an exact parallel of the one he had face in his childhood. Kujari could not help but see himself in that child and it was in that very moment that the revenge he had sought for his mother disappeared, instead being replaced with feelings of guilt and remorse. Wracked with these emotions, he was unable to bring himself to slay the children that stood before him; leading to him fleeing from the battle while the rest of the team finished their grim work.
  
  
  Kujari does not remember much of the return trip, save that for when during an ambush his fabled Wind Blade technique was suddenly failing him, leading to a close battle that cost the lives of one of the members of the team. After being debriefed, Kujari returned to his uncle for answers; which as it turns out were surprisingly simple. The Wind Blade technique that Kujari learned was fueled by his hate and killing intent, but with that hate now replaced with remorse the technique was now outside of his grasp.
  
  
  Then surprisingly, his uncle told Kujari that he had had the option to save Kujari's mother years ago in that raid, but he had chosen not to for the sole reason of fostering the hate required to use that technique; but in the end it had apparently all been for naught as all it had taken was one wrong encounter for his carefully crafted 'weapon' to break. Appalled at those words and most of all his uncle's lack of remorse delivering them, Kujari flew blind rage so great that he went straight to trying to beat his uncle to death with his fists, forgoing the use of his sword as screamed with feral anger.
  
  
  
  
  
  While Shin's uncle was busy giving Kujari advanced lessons in private, his teaching and the teaching of the other students would often fall to one of the other retired Sei teachers.
  
  
  Shin did not encounter as much action as Kujari did (mainly to due to him still having been in training at this point), but would often hear news of his brother's exploits. With his brother soon becoming famous, Shin pushed himself harder and harder to try and become as great as a Sei as Kujari and it was then that his training truly took off. Shin would also often spar with his brother whenever he came to visit.
  
  
  Though Shin lacked the hate that had been placed inside Kujari, his uncle leveraged his desire to be as great as his brother someday in their training. For a time Shin was even seen as his uncle's star student and though sometimes he would choke under the pressure to be as great as his brother, it looked like if he did even half as well as his brother did, he had a great career and future laid out in front of him.
  
  
  That was until one fateful night when Kujari came back from a mission. Shin noticed he was acting strangely and more reserved than ever before, though his questions and concern were quickly deflected.
  
  
  It was when Kujari went to meet with their uncle in private that everything suddenly went wrong.
  
  
  
  
  
  Hearing the screams of his brother, Shin stepped in and leapt into action, trying to stop Kujari from beating their uncle to death; but the deed was already done. Knowing that they would be branded as traitors and killed for this, they fled far away as they could. They lived on the run for a short time, though it wasn't long before the hunting parties truly starting coming after them.
  
  
  In time they made the decision to leave their homeland for good in order to increase their chances for survival. They lucked out and were able to find a ship that took them across the sea, no questions asked, to the continent of Eriani in exchange for labor. Once there they wandered around for a time as they learned the local language, though they would often stop to help those in need.
  
  
  Their chivalrous acts such as slaying beasts, fending off bandits, and even helping out with menial labor here (thought the last one was mainly just to earn money) put them in touch with the Spellblades in short order. Once they heard what the organization was about, they did not hesitate to join.
  
  
  It has been a year since then and the Xen brothers have proven themselves to be quite an effective duo when it comes to completing all kinds of missions.

 

[CoconutLeaves]

Name: Nieves Remedios Pozorrubio


Gender: Female


Race: Human


Age: 20


Class: Spellblade


Abilities:


Tunoksatilas - Gives a series of strikes that leaves the opponent feeling pain in increasing degrees as time passes before the wounds fully appear. While it takes time, she continues to fight to make the effect more painful.


Haitsaulan - uses magic to make herself faster that lets her quickly delivers a series of blows that lands like rain in strong winds against one's face, just much more lethal.


Dugai ug Ovug - Using each of her twin sword, she uses calculated slashes and swifts to create a deafening shockwave with one blade and


Appearance: Straight long dark hair framing a tanned, soft, youthful face. She wears loose, colorful clothes (often a long sleeved yellow shirt and blue pantaloons with slippers) which hides a strong slender frame.

Height and weight: She stand at 5'5" and 120 lbs


Personality: Nieves is a dutiful person who's main goal is to travel the world. Hence she took a job which allows her to travel and collect as many things as possible. Friendly and Trusting, she often finds herself in situations that could have been avoided. She also sticks her nose into other people's businesses again landing her in trouble. However, if she lacks sleep she finds herself not caring and is quite irritable and grumpy.


Likes and dislikes:


Bananas


Potatoes


Stewed Meats


Exotic things


Dislikes:


Expensive Things


Not getting her own way.


Her bag getting stolen.


Background: The 18th child of the 9th son of the Pozzorubio, Nieves was given a different role in the family. When every child is born in the Pozzorubio, an old woman -one who claims to have been saved generations ago by the matriarch of the family- comes to the front of the house and upon seeing the child, can see three paths. These paths are the child's future, and each one has a potential that can bring the family glory. The potential path is the one that the old woman would prophesize. While the children can ignore these prophecies, many of them follow and it has often been successful that the family will devote their resources to each child to enhance their skills. The old woman, upon seeing Nieves, declared that she would become the sword of the family. One that will make the family name resound and echo throughout the lands, and passing whispers carry the wind and return to the family. A spellblade, she should be, and a spellblade she should pursue.


The family wasted no time and began to plan her training. Growing up, Nieves was treated like a soldier during her training, but in order for her not to be resent it all, she was allowed to enjoy a social life. This worked well for her, as she enjoyed the path and looked forward to travel. She grew skilled, her sword and magic elegant and efficient like the workings of nature. She grew strong, that she could hold her own and much more. Once she was of age, she left her town to join the order and follow her destiny.


Equipment: She carries a big bag that holds many precious things she has collected from around the world. A bilao she sometimes uses.

Weaponry:

 

[The Unamed Character]

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Name:


Michi Okanza


Gender:


Female


Race:


Camion Humanoid, Camions are Immortals that do not die from age or disease. Their bodies do not age past a certain age. They only die from battle. They can even regenerate limbs, although it is a painful


Age:


Looks 19 but is actually 378


Class:


SpellBlade Brute


Abilities:


Regeneration of Limbs, Unable to die from poison/age/disease


Height and weight:


5'8"


Personality:


Friendly, Childish but can be serious at points, Loves food.


Likes and dislikes:


+ Friends


- People who wish to harm others


+ Food


- Being Hungry


Background:


Michi has figured out that, unlike hers, Humans lives are short. She has dedicated her life to helping them live it to the fullest, and if that means dying she will do it. She will even give her food up if that means she can save someone(She can't die from hunger anyway.) She has found out the only way a Camion can die is from battle. Although she can regenerate Limbs, she saw other Camions slaughtered. Camions can not regenerate heads and hearts. She decided, being the last Camion, It was better if she were to go out fighting then cowering in the corner like a child


Equipment: She does not wear any armor besides a helmet and nec


Weaponry: It is her Large Broadsword.(I can't find a pic but it is in her picture)

 

[Rui]

Misty Hanabusa


Gender: Female


Race: Misty's kind are known as shells. They're soulless humans, typically mute, pale, and cold to the touch. They are resurrected humans. They were resurrected too late, and came back with peculiar powers.


Age: 52; Misty ages slower than most humans, due to not being "alive".


Class: Spellblade


Abilities: Shells are mainly looked down upon for their abilities in blood manipulation; controlling humans and animals forcefully. It is known to be very painful for the victim, and usually causes death by internal bleeding. Misty has perfected this art, earning her a cruel and hated image.


Appearance:


Height and weight: Also self-explanatory.


Personality: What are you like?


Likes and dislikes: Stuff.


Background: Why is your personality the way it is? Do you have any specific beliefs? Why did you become a Spellblade?


Equipment: Armor, potions, books, and other stuff goes here!


Weaponry: Pictures and/or short descriptions will do!

By creating a character in this RP, I accept there rules:
DA RULES


1. Respect each other!


2. If you're going to leave, tell me so I can arrange for your departing scene and open up a spot.


3. If you're going to be away, tell us so we can have either myself or someone post in your stead!


4. If you're going to kill someone major (players, important NPCs, etc.) ask permission!


5. Don't make an OP character that can't die and is good at everything and blah. It's not fun


6. Have fun dammit!


Character sheet: (If you have a preferred format/BBCode, feel free to use it!)


Name: First and last name. Middle name and nickname optional.


Gender: Self explanatory.


Race: Are you human? Elven? Something? You may create a unique race if you want!


Age: Your choice, but be reasonable. Non-human races may be different.


Class: Spellblade? Healer? Wizard? Your choice, though I'll accept Spellblades first.


Abilities: Nothing too OP, and not too many. 3 should be a good number, but more or less is okay, depending.


Appearance: Either a picture or short description is okay! I'm also not picky about what kind of picture.


Height and weight: Also self-explanatory.


Personality: What are you like?


Likes and dislikes: Stuff.


Background: Why is your personality the way it is? Do you have any specific beliefs? Why did you become a Spellblade?


Equipment: Armor, potions, books, and other stuff goes here!


Weaponry: Pictures and/or short descriptions will do!

 

[Rui]

Misty Hanabusa


Gender: Female


Race: Misty's kind are known as shells. They're soulless humans, typically mute, pale, and cold to the touch. They are resurrected humans. They were resurrected too late, and came back with peculiar powers.


Age: 52; Misty ages slower than most humans, due to not being "alive".


Class: Spellblade


Abilities: Shells are mainly looked down upon for their abilities in blood manipulation; controlling humans and animals forcefully. It is known to be very painful for the victim, and usually causes death by internal bleeding. Misty has perfected this art, earning her a cruel and hated image.


Appearance: Misty is small in stature, dressed in a dark navy dress, with boots of black, and stockings of navy lace. She wears navy gloves, to avoid giving away her cold, dead touch. She has long hair, which is black as ink, with eyes deep and blue. Her skin is the same pale shade of white as the moon. She looks to be no older than sixteen, but her maturity and aged, sad eyes betray that.


Height and weight: 5'4 102 lbs


Personality: Misty enjoys silence. She enjoys the cold, and she enjoys the snow. Other than that, life really has no purpose. She can't remember anything before she was brought back, so she has no memory of life before being a hated shell.


Likes and dislikes:


-snow


-water


-rain


-history books


-painting


X people


X loud noises


X dancing


X social events


X tall men


Background: Misty was resurrected in the midst of a battle. All she knew from then on were screams, blood, fear, and then the inevitable silence. She keeps to herself, and enjoys combat. It takes her mind off the emptiness. She died a spellblade; one renowned for her skill and kindness. She now lacks any kind of emotion or empathy, and she is hated. She doesn't lack in skill, however, and that has made her dark, and inevitably, evil.


Equipment: Misty fights with her blood manipulation if she sees a fight as beneath her, or too easy, but she will use her blade, apply named Silencer, if needed.


Weaponry: a solid black sword with sharpened silver on the blade; inscribed in it is this:


"I am sorry".

 

[Rui]

(-Misty, continued)

 

[SovietBear]

Name: Sunder Falls


Gender: Male


Race: Cyclops


Age:37


Height and Weight: 6'11" 472


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Class: Spellblade defender


Personality: Pragmatist, Straightfoward, usually never seen smiling. Is somewhat loyal to the strongest in the group, but always willing to leave the weak behind.


Powers


Likes: strong people who are willing to


fight, food


Dislikes: the weak, backstabbers, hunger, overly trusting people, pickpockets, guns


Powers:


1. Iron skin


Sunder has refined and tested this skill to the extent of his ability. He can take a cannonball square to the chest and not even flinch


2. Super strength


Having always carried around heavy objects to train, Sunder wields incredible strength. It helps since his expanding gauntlets always weigh as much as two giant shields


3. Intimidation


With his powerfully booming voice and iron gaze, Sunder can make his opponents cower in fear through whatever means necessary


Equipment: set of heavy armor, rations


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Background: Sunder was alone for his beginning years. As a good many cyclops parents do, Sunder was left behind as a child. As he wandered from place to place he started to feel Fearful of everything. He was an easy target for pickpockets, being as weak as he was. One day, he set his exausted eye on the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen. A grandious ship was docked with a clear enterance. Sunder never paused to think of the consequences. He crawled onto the ship and collapsed. He later found himself in the sick bay tended by a man who would later be introduced as he captain of the vessel.


Sunder would remember the next few years as the best of his life. The capitan took him in as a son, and for the first time Sunder had a father figure in his life. The capitan became a role model for him, with his noble nature and protective aura inspiring the young Sunder. In addition, the man would always comfort him during times of panic. The capitan always treated the crew like his own family, and around him they all felt safe. However, as most stories go, things began to get worse. They were boarded by a government ship, and even though there were no losses, some of the crew began to feel suspicious. The capitan would often be found in the crew's quarters late at night, accompanied by muffled screams. The next day, any crew members that voiced suspicions, and then some, were gone. The capitan acted as if they never existed, but that just worried Sunder even more. After weeks of terror, Sunder finally gained the courage, and confronted the capitan. As he walked down the hall to the capitan's quarters he heard anguished voices begging for mercy echoing across the hall, which only added to his terror. As he ascended the steps to the capitan's room, each step seemed to resonate with an incoherent plea, or a quieted scream. When he opened the door, he saw the capitan looking out over the deck with a broad smile of satisfaction. As he nervously stood in the doorway, the capitan turned around and said, in an unnaturally happy tone, "Look out there Sunder! You see this? This is true beauty! True poetry! This is art!" Sunder only shook his head in disgust. The capitan noticed this, and his face visibly darkened. He said no more words, pushing Sunder outside and shooting him in the back of the head. The last Sunder remembered was falling overboard, a sense of betrayal seeing into him as the darkness closed in around him.


And then, a second chance. A salvation from his salvation. Sunder had the luck of washing up before an ailing hermit. The hermit tensed to his wounds, but when Sunder regained conciousness, he flew into a blind rage, killing the hermit with one vicious blow. Absolutely mortified at his actions, and horribly scarred from the captain's betrayal, Sunder promised himself one thing: He would become stronger. And with that vow, he set off to refine his powers. As he aged, Sunder worked harder and harder, pushing the limits of his body to become stronger. As he continued, he never showed weakness. He fought other monsters, plowed through miles of ice and snow, and even got himself struck by lightning, in an attempt to steel himself. Eventually, he considered himself strong enough to join the esteemed Spellblades. However, the ghosts of his past always and will haunt him. The weak cyclops orphan, the traitorous captain, the dead hermit - all of these pushed Sunder to become the cyclops that he is now, a powerful, no-nonsense fighter with nerves of steel.

 

[Cosmosis]

Name: Hime Pronounced (he may) *Mistress, Master. REAL NAME: Lillian Phoenix


Gender: Female


Race: Unknown


Age: Looks 20, Real age is unknown


Class: Dark Magic user


Abilities: She is very good at tortureing anything. She can also shapeshift slightly and is good at acting


Appearance:

Height and weight: 5ft 9in, 140lbs


Personality: She is very kind and caring. She is quick to help others as well. Unfortunately this is false as when she is not around others she is sadistic, cruel and heartless.


Likes and dislikes: L: Cake, Screams of pain, Death, Tortureing others. D: People who find out about her darker side.


Background: Classified!


Equipment: None until she dawns it. (puts it on)


Weaponry:She uses a nice dark sword with a dragon's eye for a pommel along with a chainsaw.


Other: She is Marth's Mistress and owner. She also owns a rest area called the jade rose.


@Arelynn

 

[The Unamed Character]

Name: Hime Pronounced (he may) *Mistress, Master. REAL NAME: Lillian Phoenix
Gender: Female


Race: Unknown


Age: Looks 20, Real age is unknown


Class: Dark Magic user


Abilities: She is very good at tortureing anything. She can also shapeshift slightly and is good at acting


Appearance:

Height and weight: 5ft 9in, 140lbs


Personality: She is very kind and caring. She is quick to help others as well. Unfortunately this is false as when she is not around others she is sadistic, cruel and heartless.


Likes and dislikes: L: Cake, Screams of pain, Death, Tortureing others. D: People who find out about her darker side.


Background: Classified!


Equipment: None until she dawns it. (puts it on)


Weaponry:She uses a nice dark sword with a dragon's eye for a pommel along with a chainsaw.


Other: She is Marth's Mistress and owner. She also owns a rest area called the jade rose.


@Arelynn

That just got..... "Dark"

 

[Arelynn]

Name: Josephine Adelaide Generoux


Nickname: Killian


Gender: Female


Race: Half human/frost elf


Age: 25


Class: Smuggler (To non-clients, simply a maritime merchant.)


Abilities:


Where Did That Come From?


"I can get you anything you need--anything at all--into the shop within a month's time, maximum. That is, if you have the money for it." She'll say with a glint in her eye. Sometimes, not even she'll know where she gets the stuff she sells.


Oh Captain, My Captain


Due to experience, she can steer a ship through pretty much anything short of a cement wall. In fact, there's a funny story about that she likes to tell when there's rum and good company.


Chill Out


Looks aren't the only things that Killian inherited from her mother. While she missed out on the longevity, she can manipulate the temperature near her to be below freezing.


Cold Steel


While she's no Spellblade or Knight, she can handle herself very well in sword combat. Using a dueling style she learned overseas, she specializes in quick flurries of thrusts and jabs and counter-attacks to quickly dispatch opponents.


Appearance:

Height and weight: 5'8" 159lbs


Personality: Killian can be described as flamboyant and very loud. She can also be quite overconfident, finding herself gambling far too often, be it with money or her life. But she isn't all talk. Get her angry and you've got hell on your heels. She can hold a grudge, and that grudge is pretty much guaranteed to never die. She's pretty wild and unpredictable, but she's also resourceful and a lot smarter than she leads on. If she's set on something, she'll make sure it happens. Even though it's very obvious that she likes money, she also goes out of her way to help those without much.


Likes and dislikes:

Traveling

Generosity

Money

Alcohol

The cold

Lazy people

Getting angry

Spellblades

Background: She was born to a human father and a frost elf mother. Her father would travel a lot, while her mother stayed at their home in the snowy mountains to raise her. During the times her father was home, he taught her things he learned about the world and told stories of his travels. Killian's mother would also tell her about times when she and her father would adventure together. This led her to want to travel and have daring adventures just like her parents. Unfortunately, that time came sooner than expected.


Her father had not come back for a long time, and her mother began to worry. Cloaked men came to the village where she lived, searching every single house. Her mother gave her a sword and hid her in the attic. When the men came, they demanded to know where Killian's father was. When her mother refused to comply, they killed her and left one man to search the house. Killian, bursting with fear and anger, came down from the attic with the burning desire to cut him down. Catching him off-guard, she managed to run him through the chest, though not before getting a deep cut across her right cheek.


After that, she fled the village with nothing but her mother's sword and a ruby necklace her father gave her on his last visit.


(The reason she hates Spellblades is currently unknown. In fact, you aren't even aware that she hates Spellblades. Oh nos.)


Equipment: Various miscellaneous items and a ruby necklace.


Weaponry:

 

[Demmy]

• Basics
• Inside
• Abilities
• Equipment
• Appearance

• Name: Willow Eshin
  
  
  Gender: Nil, prefers female form
  
  
  Race: Will-o'-the-wisp
  
  
  Age: Eight, they grow up quickly
  
  
  Class: Spellblade
  
  
  Other: She is a mute and cannot speak
• Personality: Shy and prefers to keep to herself. She is also determined and will do almost anything to finish a mission. She is a vegetarian and extremely weak to water.
  
  
  Background: Due to her age there isn't much to say. She grew up with her parents to many, many siblings. She has always loved the idea of adventure and so she left her home forest to join the Spellblades.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  
  + Darkness
  
  
  + Warmth
  
  
  + Woodland walks
  
  
  - Intense light
  
  
  - Cold
  
  
  - Water
• Powers:
  
  Form shift
  
  - Includes changing from wisp form to human form as well as changing size of her wisp form
  
  
  
  Colour change
  
  - Includes only blue and purple, but she can change the colour of her flame and eyes
  
  
  
  Never lost -
  
  If she has been to the place before, she can find it again
  
  
  
  *Flame -
  
  Can conjure a flame and uses it to communicate by writing in the air
  
  
  
  *Note:
  
  Flame cannot harm another living being and gives off a slight glow in the dark - not enough to see by
  
  Skills:
  
  Foraging
  
  - Knows what plants are edible or poisonous
  
  
  
  Traps
  
  - Is good at creating traps for her enemies
  
  
  
  Close combat
  
  - Horrible at it, prefers to hide
  
  
  
  Ranged attacks
  
  - Reasonable, always lands attacks if undisturbed
• Weaponry: White bow with purple detail on the handle and blue arrows
  
  
  Inventory:
  
  2x books on the history of wisps
  
  
  10m rope
  
  
  5m rope
  
  
  1x switchblade
  
  
  1x sharpening rock
  
  
  5x empty glass jars
• Wisp form:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Female form:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Male form: