Fantasy Sword & Glory (Recreation)

[Darth Gangsta]

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Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):


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[Veyd Sahvoz]

Name: Braxis Navdrach


Age: 31


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Human


Clan/Profession: Clanless


Equipment: Wears black steel armor, his weapon is an old enchanted blade, keeps 2 regeneration potions with him all of the time and a pouch for gold.


Religion: Athiest


Magic: None.


Personality: Braxis is at some points very egoistic and cocky, thinking he can take on everything and anything by himself, but this is not all of the time. Braxis is mostly a dark, sketchy, and ruthless man that stops at nothing to secure victory. The word 'retreat' is not registered in his vocabulary because he refuses to back down from any fight even if defeat is said to be inevitable. He always finds amusement in other peoples problems and laughs at it, since he is so serious during battle he's got to have some humor in a day. Sometimes he is outgoing and other times he is very serious, on a day where he is feeling up to it you'll be glad to have met him on said day but it's on days that he is serious that you want to watch out for.


History: Braxis was born in the North, near the mountains, raised to be a warrior by his father, Reinald Navdrach, from the time he was of age, practicing with wooden swords and eventually real weapons such as axes and swords. Braxis's mother, Mira Navdrach, tried to teach him of the ways of Vacrigar like she had been taught but he showed no talent for it and continued on to become a knight. His skill proved great after a few years of training and he was finally able to forge his own sword out of steel and for many years that was his weapon for every fight, sparring match, and battle he was in until he showed signs of great swordsmanship. On his 20th birthday his father believed it was time to tell him of the family heirloom passed down from their forefathers to the eldest son of each generation in their family, which was Braxis. He wasn't entirely ready for the fate put onto his shoulders but he was willing to take on this responsibility of carrying on the family's legacy of knight's with pride. The family heirloom(s) was a set of armor, and the storm sword of old crafted with black steel. After receiving these items he left to seek purpose. Since then he has been wandering in search of that purpose, actually considering in joining one of the 3 clans.


Other: For some odd reason his eyes glow blue.


His Quote- "I don't believe in any god or religion, to me it is all the same no matter what angle you look at it. It is all an excuse for a reason to keep killing. And as long as I live I will seek a true purpose worth sacrifice no matter how many people I must kill that get in my way." -Braxis Navdrach

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Name: Ber-Lak (ber-lock)


Age: 46


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Dark Elf


Profession: Miner


Religion: Vacrigar


Equipment: Wears winter robes all the time, carries a satchel -containing a spell tome and notebook, 3 vials for making potions, a flask, and various herbs and items that might prove useful in times of need- his own walking staff and his necklace that holds a crystal he uses as a catalyst for stronger magic.


Magic: Very lowly with magic on his own. He is a bit psychic and able to use kinetic and telepathic abilities but with the use of the crystal he carries as a catalyst he can call upon greater magics that allow him to control elemental aspects like lightning and fire to a certain extent depending on how much power he uses. If he uses the catalyst for too long he begins to feel excrutiating pain and sometimes get migraine's.


Personality: Ber-Lak is, in all words, oddly insane. He claims to be able to convene with things not from this world and is driven mad sometimes by it but for some reason all of the things he is told by this voice always comes true which leads him and others to believe he is actually psychic. As for what he is like, Ber-Lak is a calm and over-exaggerated person but at the same time very considerate and selfless as well. He'll go out of his way to help a beggar or a person in need, not afraid of those who harm and not doubtful of anyone. While even just being his normal self or walking around the town it'll seem like he isn't really there, like he's always thinking about something even if he is busy. The fact he is insane makes him slightly more open to perceive things in his opinion, more open minded but that is not confirmed.


History: Ber-Lak first started practicing magic at the age of 13, 5 years after he had realized he was telekinetic and telepathic. The towns elders taught him how to harness his own abilities and use other abilities such as invisibility and what not, to an extent. Around this time he began hearing a voice in his head, telling him thing he likely shouldn't know and teaching him how to brew potions and self teach himself to enhance his own magic. In a way he became kind of psychic because everything the voice told him would happen actually did happen, either in a couple weeks or a year, so in a way he became more open-minded to things. His own family never shunned him, it was one of the places he could openly practice magic with too and he had what he would call a good childhood. Growing up as a miner in Snowlush was hard because the Order of the Flaming Rose would always make patrols around the city, killing magic users in the town and acting as if they ruled the place. Then again the voice in his head spoke to him and told him that he would find an object of great worth and secrecy on the dawn of the winter solstice and sure enough when it came he was down in the mines during a snowstorm and there it was; a dark blue crystal that glowed with swirls of energy around it stuck out of the ground and he rushed back home with it as fast as he could, putting it in a small container and on a necklace that he vowed would not leave his neck. To this day he still lives in Snowlush, planning on leaving soon to go travel and seek his destiny. Whatever that may be.


Other: He usually holds onto his necklace occasionally out of habit.

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Name:


Rowan "Rin" Carter


Age (No younger than 20):


28


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Pansexual


Race:


Human


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless):


Clanless, assassin


Religion:


Atheist


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.):

Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):N/A


Personality:

Rin is fairly unorthodox for most women, she often seen as scary with few looking to take her on. she usually laid back and easy going with a rude and sarcastic sence of humour that can often get a few scowls. But her laid back easy going ways are making the fact that she is always on guard and ready to take on whatever comes her way and is picky about who she lets close to her. The young woman is funny despite how little she talks, to Rowan actions speak much louder than words do. They can range from a caring or grateful pat on the shoulder to a slap across the cheek. Her senses of morality makes her question everything although she is the most likely to do the hard things and take the dark roads for the benefit of others, but her mortality has no effect on her lack of mercy towards people, if there is a reason. Her anger often comes across and cool and calm with an icy touch, much like the phrase "the calm before the storm".

History: Rin was brought up in odd circumstances since she was born the way she is. When a young parent abandons a child at a Olyikyo convent they believe they're child is safe in a place of worship, but not every convent is really a place of Worship. These Nuns are never what they seem. People of Rizikhi are evil people. The proof of their worship to their God has been burnt into her skin in the form of a brand that depicts a quote from the bible about Rizikhi's wrath, " Rizikhiis a righteous judge, and a God who feels indignation every day."
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[Varvarus]

Name: Duzz Headbanger


Age: 136


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Dwarf


Profession: Bounty Hunter (Clanless)


Religion: Wordly


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Full suit of heavy half-plate armour, a magical two-handed dane axe, a dwarven short sword, a dwarven round shield and a pack containing: Oil, 50ft rope, a box of wax matches, a mining lantern, a book on dwarven history and a weeks worth of rations. A pouch containing a pipe and some Tobacco.


Magic: None


Personality: Duzz is pragmatic and very grounded. He see life as it is not getting wrapped up in the metaphysical and politics. He wanders without purpose looking for enough money to fill his pipe and provide drink.


History: Duzz was born into a moderately well off dwarven clan, they owned a large iron ore mine in the mountains. After many years working in his farther's mine he had grown into a fine strapping young dwarf. On becoming a man in the eyes of the dwarves he was sent off to become a Karak guard for a young dwarven prince. He trained and fought with the young prince and old Karak guard till finally he was fully trained in combat, mathematics and literature. He spent many years guarding the prince and they became fast friends. However Duzz grew bored of this life and thus one day he announced he was leaving the prince, who by now had grown into a fine dwarven man. As a token of honor for his fine years of service he was allowed to keep all his gear and take on item from the Royal Armory. Duzz selected the most dull and well worn axe there. With that he left on a sturdy riding ram and has never looked back.


Other: The axe is magical in the most mundane way, it never dulls and never breaks.

 

[Darth Gangsta]

crystal[/URL] he uses as a catalyst for stronger magic.


Magic: Very lowly with magic on his own. He is a bit psychic and able to use kinetic and telepathic abilities but with the use of the crystal he carries as a catalyst he can call upon greater magics that allow him to control elemental aspects like lightning and fire to a certain extent depending on how much power he uses. If he uses the catalyst for too long he begins to feel excrutiating pain and sometimes get migraine's.


Personality: Ber-Lak is, in all words, oddly insane. He claims to be able to convene with things not from this world and is driven mad sometimes by it but for some reason all of the things he is told by this voice always comes true which leads him and others to believe he is actually psychic. As for what he is like, Ber-Lak is a calm and over-exaggerated person but at the same time very considerate and selfless as well. He'll go out of his way to help a beggar or a person in need, not afraid of those who harm and not doubtful of anyone. While even just being his normal self or walking around the town it'll seem like he isn't really there, like he's always thinking about something even if he is busy. The fact he is insane makes him slightly more open to perceive things in his opinion, more open minded but that is not confirmed.


History: Ber-Lak first started practicing magic at the age of 13, 5 years after he had realized he was telekinetic and telepathic. The towns elders taught him how to harness his own abilities and use other abilities such as invisibility and what not, to an extent. Around this time he began hearing a voice in his head, telling him thing he likely shouldn't know and teaching him how to brew potions and self teach himself to enhance his own magic. In a way he became kind of psychic because everything the voice told him would happen actually did happen, either in a couple weeks or a year, so in a way he became more open-minded to things. His own family never shunned him, it was one of the places he could openly practice magic with too and he had what he would call a good childhood. Growing up as a miner in Snowlush was hard because the Order of the Flaming Rose would always make patrols around the city, killing magic users in the town and acting as if they ruled the place. Then again the voice in his head spoke to him and told him that he would find an object of great worth and secrecy on the dawn of the winter solstice and sure enough when it came he was down in the mines during a snowstorm and there it was; a dark blue crystal that glowed with swirls of energy around it stuck out of the ground and he rushed back home with it as fast as he could, putting it in a small container and on a necklace that he vowed would not leave his neck. To this day he still lives in Snowlush, planning on leaving soon to go travel and seek his destiny. Whatever that may be.


Other: He usually holds onto his necklace occasionally out of habit.

Name:


Rowan "Rin" Carter


Age (No younger than 20):


28


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Pansexual


Race:


Human


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless):


Clanless, assassin


Religion:


Atheist


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.):

Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):N/A


Personality:

Rin is fairly unorthodox for most women, she often seen as scary with few looking to take her on. she usually laid back and easy going with a rude and sarcastic sence of humour that can often get a few scowls. But her laid back easy going ways are making the fact that she is always on guard and ready to take on whatever comes her way and is picky about who she lets close to her. The young woman is funny despite how little she talks, to Rowan actions speak much louder than words do. They can range from a caring or grateful pat on the shoulder to a slap across the cheek. Her senses of morality makes her question everything although she is the most likely to do the hard things and take the dark roads for the benefit of others, but her mortality has no effect on her lack of mercy towards people, if there is a reason. Her anger often comes across and cool and calm with an icy touch, much like the phrase "the calm before the storm".

History: Rin was brought up in odd circumstances since she was born the way she is. When a young parent abandons a child at a Olyikyo convent they believe they're child is safe in a place of worship, but not every convent is really a place of Worship. These Nuns are never what they seem. People of Rizikhi are evil people. The proof of their worship to their God has been burnt into her skin in the form of a brand that depicts a quote from the bible about Rizikhi's wrath, " Rizikhiis a righteous judge, and a God who feels indignation every day."
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Name: Duzz Headbanger


Age: 136


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Dwarf


Profession: Bounty Hunter (Clanless)


Religion: Wordly


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Full suit of heavy half-plate armour, a magical two-handed dane axe, a dwarven short sword, a dwarven round shield and a pack containing: Oil, 50ft rope, a box of wax matches, a mining lantern, a book on dwarven history and a weeks worth of rations. A pouch containing a pipe and some Tobacco.


Magic: None


Personality: Duzz is pragmatic and very grounded. He see life as it is not getting wrapped up in the metaphysical and politics. He wanders without purpose looking for enough money to fill his pipe and provide drink.


History: Duzz was born into a moderately well off dwarven clan, they owned a large iron ore mine in the mountains. After many years working in his farther's mine he had grown into a fine strapping young dwarf. On becoming a man in the eyes of the dwarves he was sent off to become a Karak guard for a young dwarven prince. He trained and fought with the young prince and old Karak guard till finally he was fully trained in combat, mathematics and literature. He spent many years guarding the prince and they became fast friends. However Duzz grew bored of this life and thus one day he announced he was leaving the prince, who by now had grown into a fine dwarven man. As a token of honor for his fine years of service he was allowed to keep all his gear and take on item from the Royal Armory. Duzz selected the most dull and well worn axe there. With that he left on a sturdy riding ram and has never looked back.


Other: The axe is magical in the most mundane way, it never dulls and never breaks.

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[Killorkiller]

Name: Durrag Greyborn, The Northern Giant (Often called 'Grandpa' as a joke)


Age (No younger than 20): 54


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Half Human Half Giant


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless): Former Bear Clan now a drifter that goes form clan to clan, Blade-Born


Religion: Wordly


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Everything that is in the picture, minus that sword, plus a survival pack

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Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic): none


Personality: Fun to be around, calm, likable, serious when he must be, ferocious, hard


History: Durrag's childhood was hard, he grew up in the far north, a cold and inhospitable place that demanded strength. His father was in charge of a small stronghold that was the last watch of the north, the last outpost that far out. There where few people that lived there, they number in total around 830. The work had to be divided equally and everyone did their part, even the son of the Chief. Though they where technically part of the Bear Clan their isolation from others made it hard them to connect with the rest of the their clan. That and the fact they where situated on the very edge of the known world made it hard to do many things. He never knew his mother as she was never around, his father told him that she had died but Durrag knew that she hadn't. But he obeyed his father and did not look for her, as the years passed by he grew older and bigger, eventually he took over his fathers place as Chief.


One day out of the blue, they where attacked from the North, a place where everything was dead and frozen...or at least that was how it was supposed to be. Durrag fought to save his people but in the end he was brought down by a mace to the head. After that he had no memory of that day, he awoke in the frozen waste with no idea where he was. He spent six months wandering the waste and finding ways to survive as his ancestors did. After weeks of surviving in the freezing cold Durrag finally found his way to a small town, he stumbled in barely able to stand, rumors then started spreading that he was part giant, after all, only giants inhabited the far North and he was the only person ever to come back from the frozen waste alive. He never spoke of what he saw in the waste, only that it was barren and cold, but the truth was that he saw something out there, something that people thought where just legends.


Other: Durrag is the oldest living human warrrio, his experience and skills are known well by all races and their respective parts, though he is human, Durrag is more than capable of going toe to toe with the best of any race. In truth Durrag's mother was a giant, she was a small giant the runt of the liter and that made her appear more human than others, he never found her. But he did find someone that told him about her.

 

[Lola Shimmer]

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Name:

Helhena Vsiliilies (el-hen-a)

Age (No younger than 20):

26

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Gender:

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Female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

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Race:

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Human

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Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless):

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Wood Elf/ Assassin

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Religion:

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Atheist

Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.):

A set of 8 Throwing knives, 3 poisoners knives and various vials of poisons and cures at anyone time. A light Armour for slight protection that allows her to move freely and quietly.

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Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):

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Enhanced eyesight- She can see very long distances and even certain pitches of dark can be clear as day. A handy tool in her profession. Shadow control- To an extent, mostly helpful in wrapping herself in them to help with concealment and at times being able to listen to conversations through them but that takes quite the toll and is used rarely.

Personality:

Fiery and passionate! Her parents always told her she was born screaming and she lives every day of her life planning to go out the same way, However she is also filled with fun and a free spirit. She will generally do things simple because she finds them fun. Loyal to those she feels deserve it which does not happen very often and she can be selfish at times.

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History:

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Helhena was born into a proud and ferocious wood elf clan. Even for wood elves they were known to be particularly unruly lot. It was quite literally a elf eat elf world. She was one of few sprogs that had both of her parents well into her teens and as such she was taught the best of what both they knew. Her father was a vicious fighter and as such survived to the age he did, He taught his daughter well and from the moments she could raise her hands they turned into fists. From she was young she has fought with everything she has else you die, you go until you drop. It was handy in a brawl and kept her living though she had more than afew scars from others elf-lings who had tried to eat her. Helhena claimed her first body when she was 10 and produced it happily to her parents. They cooked it and gave it to her to eat...she was fine at the time but it made her dreadfully sick after...the same thing happens anytime she tries to eat meat now. It's rather a pain.

Now her mother on the other hand was an altogether sneaky story, she was one of the best hunters in the clan and was the one who taught Helhena about knives and how to use them, she taught her how to sneak, camouflage herself and get people off guard it was with this method that she claimed her second body at 12. She decided not to eat that one. For years she worked and practiced and honed her skills to perfection. As she learnt her practical skills she expanded her mind which didn't happen very often in their clan. She learnt a great deal about apothecary and poisons plus their cures. Clan life was a constant battle of survival no matter how good you were...and with her family being so high held in the clan it only got worse, there was attacks most every day everyone seeing it as a personal challenge to beat them. When she was 17 there was an all out riot between all clan members that resulted in many deaths. Including Helhena's parents, she was so filled with rage that she spent the rest of the night killing until she passed out in nearby woods. It was shortly after that she left the clan, although the wood elves will always have her loyalty should they call since they are her blood she has no lost love for them. When she was 18 she entered the world of killing professionally and has done so since. She is simply known as black shadow and no ones knows who she really is as she meets no client face to face. That bring's her to now and she had been in the murdering business for nearly 10 years. It helps her live comfortably and travel at her own will.

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[Darth Gangsta]

[QUOTE="Lola Shimmer]

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Name:

Helhena Vsiliilies (el-hen-a)

Age (No younger than 20):

26

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Race:

Human

Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless):

Wood Elf/ Assassin

Religion:

Atheist

Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.):

A set of 8 Throwing knives, 3 poisoners knives and various vials of poisons and cures at anyone time. A light Armour for slight protection that allows her to move freely and quietly.

Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):

Enhanced eyesight- She can see very long distances and even certain pitches of dark can be clear as day. A handy tool in her profession. Shadow control- To an extent, mostly helpful in wrapping herself in them to help with concealment and at times being able to listen to conversations through them but that takes quite the toll and is used rarely.

Personality:

Fiery and passionate! Her parents always told her she was born screaming and she lives every day of her life planning to go out the same way, However she is also filled with fun and a free spirit. She will generally do things simple because she finds them fun. Loyal to those she feels deserve it which does not happen very often and she can be selfish at times.

History:

Helhena was born into a proud and ferocious wood elf clan. Even for wood elves they were known to be particularly unruly lot. It was quite literally a elf eat elf world. She was one of few sprogs that had both of her parents well into her teens and as such she was taught the best of what both they knew. Her father was a vicious fighter and as such survived to the age he did, He taught his daughter well and from the moments she could raise her hands they turned into fists. From she was young she has fought with everything she has else you die, you go until you drop. It was handy in a brawl and kept her living though she had more than afew scars from others elf-lings who had tried to eat her. Helhena claimed her first body when she was 10 and produced it happily to her parents. They cooked it and gave it to her to eat...she was fine at the time but it made her dreadfully sick after...the same thing happens anytime she tries to eat meat now. It's rather a pain.

Now her mother on the other hand was an altogether sneaky story, she was one of the best hunters in the clan and was the one who taught Helhena about knives and how to use them, she taught her how to sneak, camouflage herself and get people off guard it was with this method that she claimed her second body at 12. She decided not to eat that one. For years she worked and practiced and honed her skills to perfection. As she learnt her practical skills she expanded her mind which didn't happen very often in their clan. She learnt a great deal about apothecary and poisons plus their cures. Clan life was a constant battle of survival no matter how good you were...and with her family being so high held in the clan it only got worse, there was attacks most every day everyone seeing it as a personal challenge to beat them. When she was 17 there was an all out riot between all clan members that resulted in many deaths. Including Helhena's parents, she was so filled with rage that she spent the rest of the night killing until she passed out in nearby woods. It was shortly after that she left the clan, although the wood elves will always have her loyalty should they call since they are her blood she has no lost love for them. When she was 18 she entered the world of killing professionally and has done so since. She is simply known as black shadow and no ones knows who she really is as she meets no client face to face. That bring's her to now and she had been in the murdering business for nearly 10 years. It helps her live comfortably and travel at her own will.

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Accepted.

 

[Abendrot]

Name: Rothorn Fallandor


Age: 144


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Homosexual


Race: High Elf


Clan/Profession: Guildless Mage (formerly a member of the Arcane Guild)


Religion: Vacrigar


Equipment:


- Magic Staff


- Coinpurse


- Small alchemy set


- Herbs


- The occasional book


Magic: Rothorn had spent the first century of his life training with the Arcane Guild, though he never made it past the rank of Journeyman. This is not to say that Rothorn is not a capable mage, however. He's become rather skilled in elemental magic since leaving the guild (with a preference for Fire)


Personality: Rothorn makes a point of defying the stereotypes of his High Elven brethren. He's remarkably modest, lacking the distinctive haughtiness that characterizes his race. Instead, Rothorn is a gentle fellow, soft-spoken and always courteous to other people regardless of race or class. While he may come off as reticent at first, he's always open for conversation if he's approached. When he was still in the guild, Rothorn was notorious for his bad memory, tardiness, disorganization, and sloppiness, traits that still inconvenience him to this day.


History: Members of the Fallandor clan have always risen to high ranks in the Arcane Guild, and Rothorn was to be no exception. From the day he was born, Rothorn was raised to be the best of the best, the cream of the crop, the very embodiment of High Elven perfection. However, he didn't always succeed in meeting his parents' absurdly high expectations. Rothorn had been plagued with poor memory and a disorderly mind, traits that invoked the disappointment and rage of his mother and father. Nevertheless, he managed to slowly progress through the Guild's ranks, albeit more slowly than his parents hoped. By the time he was 50, he had been raised to the rank of Apprentice, and then to Journeyman before he was 80.


Around that time, Rothorn became acquainted with a man named Eldrin, also a Journeyman. They'd been quick to befriend one another, mainly due to the fact that both of them had deeply controlling parents. One thing led to another, and soon they were in love. For the next three years, Rothorn and Eldrin would see each other in secret; same-sex relationships weren't exactly smiled upon by the rest of the Guild. Sooner or later though, it would all have to come out in the open. When the couple were betrayed by a mutual friend, Rothorn was immediately expelled from the Guild and left to wander the realm alone.


Other:

 

[tammynorthland]

Name: Selah Vsiliilies


Age:28


Gender: male


Sexuality:straight


Race:wood elf


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless):clanless, Assassin


Religion: atheist


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): thins steel plate armor shoulder piece. leather gaunlets, leather boots, leather pants. all a cut from the same hide. shoulder pinned cloak that attaches to his shoulder armor that allows him to cover his face. He was taught the art of healing and mending potions by his mother back when he was a child and usually has a few on hand. mainly has to make them as he goes.


Weapons:Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):


Enhanced eyesight- She can see very long distances and even certain pitches of dark can be clear as day. A handy tool in his profession


dual daggers on gauntlet sheathes, both made of obsidian rock and deer antler.


Artifact of the moon: The Moon Raksha(Spirit of the moon.)

Personality:very calm, content and solid attitude toward life, despite his background before leaving his home in the forest with the other wood elves he still finds ways to stay happy. generally alone alot so greatly enjoys travelers and others company. drinks like a fish and tends to get rowdy even if hes sober but not always in a bad way. toward other people he is simple and friendly but once he begins to know you he can begin to be more talkative and friendly.


History:born into a proud and ferocious wood elf clan, Selah was 2 years older than his sister Helhena. They grew up very close living with their proud father and caring mother, his father taught him growing up that he would one day be the man of the house and would have to claim his first kill. Some way or another his sister beat him to it. Both Helhena and Selah were taught by their father to raise a fist any chance of trouble, do not take anything from anyone. Only 2 months after his sister made her first kill and feast, Selah did the same. Making his father much more proud.


His mother was a notorious hunter who mostly spent her time with Helhena teaching her how to hunt kill and blend into the world around them. She never paid much attention to teaching the "man of the house" to do so rather than he learned from his father different fighting styles. By the age of 16 he was terrible in most combat styles that involved single handed. But his father taught him the ways of wielding 2 weapons at once. Something he actually caught onto and became a natrual at. Claiming his 2nd body before the 17 year of life.


During the times of disarray that faught in the clan they were in he watched his own parents take their last breathe as a result of the elf eat elf world and saw his sister snap, he cared deeply for his sister after the night she went on a masacre over the loss of their parents Selah used the oppurtunity to escape with nothing but clothes on his back, Selah never saw his sister after that night. They were 19 and 17 at the time.


3 days without food and barely any water Selah managed to find shelter inside a cave on the outskirts of a mountain pass. Inside he discovered ancient writing from the ones who once ruled the land long ago. The world of magic used to belong to spirits. now extinct, he came across a box with the elemental artifact. This is where he became the guardian for Raksha, The Spirit of the Moon. Raksha was a spirit that once was a legendary assasin, trained in the art of shadows. who gave Selah the second chance at his life by helping keeping him alive and even becoming friends along the way. Raksha takes form inside the Moonring which are summoned only by their Guardian.


Selah trained for practically 5 years with the legendary assassin to master and hone the skills inside the mountain with Raksha. They not only became close but became best friends keeping Selah happy and alive during his adulting years as a lone wood elf without a family. He never once talked about them.


Other: Selah now used Raksha and his power of the moon to discover his sister Helhena was still alive, using ancient tracking skills from Raksha to discover the person she was today. This is where our story begins.


@Lola Shimmer

 

[Killorkiller]

Name: Mattrim Cuthdron, goes by Mat


Age (No younger than 20): 29


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Human


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless): Eagle Clan, Thief/Gambler/Anything if you pay enough.


Religion: none


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Nothing but the clothes on his back.


Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic): Luck: Luck always works in Mats favor, the more random he does things the more they workout


Personality: Mat likes to relax, and stay relaxed most of the time. He is the type of person that if he was ever being tortured he would make a joke about his captures hair line or something. Even in a fight, Mat looks relaxed, almost sleepy, this leads to people underestimating him. Even though Mat likes to not do things, does mean he wont get his hands dirty, he will gladly fight and kill if thats what it takes. Despite his relaxed attitude towards life, Mat is a ladies man and a charmer, he is armed with honeyed words and is capable of talking his way out of most situations.


History: Mat grew up in a small farming town, the population was around 250, in such a small town things got around very quickly. Mat was always the one kid that got in trouble, every day it was something new like setting a barn on fire or kissing the mayors daughter. His constant mishaps and slip ups soon made him the town fool. His father loved him but was upset that Mat could not get his life in order, and because of that Mat's father started pushing Mat to join the military. Mat was way to stubborn and set in his ways, that led to a large fight between the two that ultimately ended in Mat being thrown out to live on his own. After that Mat left his home town and headed off for the nearest city. Unknown to his father, Mat had been training with an old monk that lived on the outside of town, the monk had taught Mat how to use his inner spirit to enhance his physical prowess. Once Mat got the city, he put his skill and talents into getting into trouble and causing problems. Mat now works as a Thief for hire, or he goes his own way and does his own thing, if the coin is good enough then he will do just about anything you want.


Other:

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Name: Mattrim Cuthdron, goes by Mat


Age (No younger than 20): 29


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Human


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless): Clanless, Thief/Gambler/Anything if you pay enough.


Religion: none


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Nothing but the clothes on his back.


Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic): Luck: Luck always works in Mats favor, the more random he does things the more they workout


Personality: Mat likes to relax, and stay relaxed most of the time. He is the type of person that if he was ever being tortured he would make a joke about his captures hair line or something. Even in a fight, Mat looks relaxed, almost sleepy, this leads to people underestimating him. Even though Mat likes to not do things, does mean he wont get his hands dirty, he will gladly fight and kill if thats what it takes. Despite his relaxed attitude towards life, Mat is a ladies man and a charmer, he is armed with honeyed words and is capable of talking his way out of most situations.


History: Mat grew up in a small farming town, the population was around 250, in such a small town things got around very quickly. Mat was always the one kid that got in trouble, every day it was something new like setting a barn on fire or kissing the mayors daughter. His constant mishaps and slip ups soon made him the town fool. His father loved him but was upset that Mat could not get his life in order, and because of that Mat's father started pushing Mat to join the military. Mat was way to stubborn and set in his ways, that led to a large fight between the two that ultimately ended in Mat being thrown out to live on his own. After that Mat left his home town and headed off for the nearest city. Unknown to his father, Mat had been training with an old monk that lived on the outside of town, the monk had taught Mat how to use his inner spirit to enhance his physical prowess. Once Mat got the city, he put his skill and talents into getting into trouble and causing problems. Mat now works as a Thief for hire, or he goes his own way and does his own thing, if the coin is good enough then he will do just about anything you want.


Other:

Sorry but I won't be accepting anymore clanless characters. We have I think 11 characters and all of them are clanless. Sorry.


You could make him apart of a clan if you want.

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Name: Selah Vsiliilies


Age:28


Gender: male


Sexuality:straight


Race:wood elf


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless):clanless, Assassin


Religion: atheist


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): thins steel plate armor shoulder piece. leather gaunlets, leather boots, leather pants. all a cut from the same hide. shoulder pinned cloak that attaches to his shoulder armor that allows him to cover his face. He was taught the art of healing and mending potions by his mother back when he was a child and usually has a few on hand. mainly has to make them as he goes.


Weapons:Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic):


Enhanced eyesight- She can see very long distances and even certain pitches of dark can be clear as day. A handy tool in his profession


dual daggers on gauntlet sheathes, both made of obsidian rock and deer antler.


Artifact of the moon: The Moon Raksha(Spirit of the moon.)

Personality:very calm, content and solid attitude toward life, despite his background before leaving his home in the forest with the other wood elves he still finds ways to stay happy. generally alone alot so greatly enjoys travelers and others company. drinks like a fish and tends to get rowdy even if hes sober but not always in a bad way. toward other people he is simple and friendly but once he begins to know you he can begin to be more talkative and friendly.


History:born into a proud and ferocious wood elf clan, Selah was 2 years older than his sister Helhena. They grew up very close living with their proud father and caring mother, his father taught him growing up that he would one day be the man of the house and would have to claim his first kill. Some way or another his sister beat him to it. Both Helhena and Selah were taught by their father to raise a fist any chance of trouble, do not take anything from anyone. Only 2 months after his sister made her first kill and feast, Selah did the same. Making his father much more proud.


His mother was a notorious hunter who mostly spent her time with Helhena teaching her how to hunt kill and blend into the world around them. She never paid much attention to teaching the "man of the house" to do so rather than he learned from his father different fighting styles. By the age of 16 he was terrible in most combat styles that involved single handed. But his father taught him the ways of wielding 2 weapons at once. Something he actually caught onto and became a natrual at. Claiming his 2nd body before the 17 year of life.


During the times of disarray that faught in the clan they were in he watched his own parents take their last breathe as a result of the elf eat elf world and saw his sister snap, he cared deeply for his sister after the night she went on a masacre over the loss of their parents Selah used the oppurtunity to escape with nothing but clothes on his back, Selah never saw his sister after that night. They were 19 and 17 at the time.


3 days without food and barely any water Selah managed to find shelter inside a cave on the outskirts of a mountain pass. Inside he discovered ancient writing from the ones who once ruled the land long ago. The world of magic used to belong to spirits. now extinct, he came across a box with the elemental artifact. This is where he became the guardian for Raksha, The Spirit of the Moon. Raksha was a spirit that once was a legendary assasin, trained in the art of shadows. who gave Selah the second chance at his life by helping keeping him alive and even becoming friends along the way. Raksha takes form inside the Moonring which are summoned only by their Guardian.


Selah trained for practically 5 years with the legendary assassin to master and hone the skills inside the mountain with Raksha. They not only became close but became best friends keeping Selah happy and alive during his adulting years as a lone wood elf without a family. He never once talked about them.


Other: Selah now used Raksha and his power of the moon to discover his sister Helhena was still alive, using ancient tracking skills from Raksha to discover the person she was today. This is where our story begins.


@Lola Shimmer

Accepted.

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Name: Rothorn Fallandor


Age: 144


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Homosexual


Race: High Elf


Clan/Profession: Guildless Mage (formerly a member of the Arcane Guild)


Religion: Varcrigar


Equipment:


- Magic Staff


- Coinpurse


- Small alchemy set


- Herbs


- The occasional book


Magic: Rothorn had spent the first century of his life training with the Arcane Guild, though he never made it past the rank of Journeyman. This is not to say that Rothorn is not a capable mage, however. He's become rather skilled in elemental magic since leaving the guild (with a preference for Fire)


Personality: Rothorn makes a point of defying the stereotypes of his High Elven brethren. He's remarkably modest, lacking the distinctive haughtiness that characterizes his race. Instead, Rothorn is a gentle fellow, soft-spoken and always courteous to other people regardless of race or class. While he may come off as reticent at first, he's always open for conversation if he's approached. When he was still in the guild, Rothorn was notorious for his bad memory, tardiness, disorganization, and sloppiness, traits that still inconvenience him to this day.


History: Members of the Fallandor clan have always risen to high ranks in the Arcane Guild, and Rothorn was to be no exception. From the day he was born, Rothorn was raised to be the best of the best, the cream of the crop, the very embodiment of High Elven perfection. However, he didn't always succeed in meeting his parents' absurdly high expectations. Rothorn had been plagued with poor memory and a disorderly mind, traits that invoked the disappointment and rage of his mother and father. Nevertheless, he managed to slowly progress through the Guild's ranks, albeit more slowly than his parents hoped. By the time he was 50, he had been raised to the rank of Apprentice, and then to Journeyman before he was 80.


Around that time, Rothorn became acquainted with a man named Eldrin, also a Journeyman. They'd been quick to befriend one another, mainly due to the fact that both of them had deeply controlling parents. One thing led to another, and soon they were in love. For the next three years, Rothorn and Eldrin would see each other in secret; same-sex relationships weren't exactly smiled upon by the rest of the Guild. Sooner or later though, it would all have to come out in the open. When the couple were betrayed by a mutual friend, Rothorn was immediately expelled from the Guild and left to wander the realm alone.


Other:

Accepted.

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Name: Durrag Greyborn, The Northern Giant (Often called 'Grandpa' as a joke)


Age (No younger than 20): 54


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Half Human Half Giant


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless): Former Bear Clan now a drifter that goes form clan to clan, Blade-Born


Religion: Wordly


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Everything that is in the picture, minus that sword, plus a survival pack

Spoiler

Spoiler

Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic): none


Personality: Fun to be around, calm, likable, serious when he must be, ferocious, hard


History: Durrag's childhood was hard, he grew up in the far north, a cold and inhospitable place that demanded strength. His father was in charge of a small stronghold that was the last watch of the north, the last outpost that far out. There where few people that lived there, they number in total around 830. The work had to be divided equally and everyone did their part, even the son of the Chief. Though they where technically part of the Bear Clan their isolation from others made it hard them to connect with the rest of the their clan. That and the fact they where situated on the very edge of the known world made it hard to do many things. He never knew his mother as she was never around, his father told him that she had died but Durrag knew that she hadn't. But he obeyed his father and did not look for her, as the years passed by he grew older and bigger, eventually he took over his fathers place as Chief.


One day out of the blue, they where attacked from the North, a place where everything was dead and frozen...or at least that was how it was supposed to be. Durrag fought to save his people but in the end he was brought down by a mace to the head. After that he had no memory of that day, he awoke in the frozen waste with no idea where he was. He spent six months wandering the waste and finding ways to survive as his ancestors did. After weeks of surviving in the freezing cold Durrag finally found his way to a small town, he stumbled in barely able to stand, rumors then started spreading that he was part giant, after all, only giants inhabited the far North and he was the only person ever to come back from the frozen waste alive. He never spoke of what he saw in the waste, only that it was barren and cold, but the truth was that he saw something out there, something that people thought where just legends.


Other: Durrag is the oldest living human warrrio, his experience and skills are known well by all races and their respective parts, though he is human, Durrag is more than capable of going toe to toe with the best of any race. In truth Durrag's mother was a giant, she was a small giant the runt of the liter and that made her appear more human than others, he never found her. But he did find someone that told him about her.

Accepted.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

​

Name: Amelia Rosabeth Frost


Age: 23


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Human


Clan/Profession: Elk Clan, swordswoman


Religion: Erobaty


Equipment: Falconer Armor, an iron shield, bow with a quiver of 20 arrows, longsword (sometimes uses an axe), short sword and a water flask.


Magic: None


Personality: Amelia is a decent lady to be around. She is knowledgeable in many things, very optimistic, charismatic, and skeptical of most of the people she encounters. The bad part of her is that she is quite argumentative when it comes to certain matters and slightly biased towards other clans and especially magic users. Never likes to lay back or rest unless it is absolutely necessary due to her ambitious attitude, always wanting to prove herself. She isn't so judgmental, depending on whom she's judging, and she does have a slightly layed back side to her that she never reveals. The worst of all is her temper. A lot of the time her temper gets the better of her and she will lash out at anyone, whomever that may be, but throughout the years she has gotten better and become more calm in situations that would get her mad though it is not recommended to try and tick her off.


History: Amelia was born in a city by the name of Sronfast, in the western lands where there were thick forests all over. She was taken in as a member of the Elk Clan as of the age of 4 and raised into a noble family where she underwent studying and how to be a proper lady, though that wasn't were she really belonged. At least from her point of view. Amelia wished to be a knight or swordswoman, not some lady who just sat around doing whatever. She longed to see battle and to fight but was denied her request by the family who took her in, which is why she began to sneak out at night and practice. By then she was around the age of 11 and after gathering some coin she went in search through the city for someone that would teach her proper swordsmanship so that she may prove to her family that she was worthy of being a swordswoman. The person she got to train her was a middle aged man who was well more than trained in combat, it wasn't easy to get him to agree to it but he did eventually after she had pestered him so much it drove him insane, and that night she met up with him just outside of the city and from then on out practiced every night at the same time. Every night for 4 years she would go out at midnight and train with him, learning how to wield a sword, axe, and eventually archery. Even all those times and he never uttered his name until she asked and he replied with his name being Ryder. There came a time that she actually bought her own armor, with Ryder's help of course, which was a set of Falconer Armor, and her own weapons to use.


One day she came she was caught sneaking back inside the house by her mother which left Amelia devastated by the fact she would be forbidden to practice the thing she loved doing, and that is exactly what happened but Amelia, stubborn as ever, refused her mothers demands and begged her to come that night and see her practice. Her mother was shocked by hearing that she had been sneaking out for 4 years right under their noses and in the end said she would go. Midnight came and Amelia led her mother out with her to meet Ryder, who was shocked as well, just outside of the city and once she saw Amelia and Ryder's skill she was convinced enough that Amelia was more than capable of being a swordswoman and gave her permission to finally practice freely not only at night but whenever she wanted to. After hearing this she spent the next few years practicing with the same man, Ryder, day and night until her 19th winter when he claimed he had nothing left to teach her and that she would have to teach herself from then on out because he was leaving. Where he went he could not say but she had never forgotten him.


After a couple years of actually working with the other Elk Clan soldiers along with her step father and brother her own family was attacked by gods knows who but one thing they did know was that it was a magic user. The scorch marks and burns on her step fathers body were no doubt the workings if magic. She had grown up taught that followers of Vacrigar were evil and deserved to be killed for worshipping false gods, which was the reason why she disliked them, but she never thought of them as murderers until then. As much as she wished to kill the one that killed him she didn't have the time to be looking around for murderers with her being a soldier, so instead whenever she isn't needed she goes out travelling in hopes of finding whomever it is but mostly getting side-tracked with other things. She is even hunted herself by assassins and other clans members but she still goes on, unafraid.


Other:


Quote- "Magic is like a wildfire, blazing and out of control. The exact reason why it needs to be tamed."

 

[Killorkiller]

[QUOTE="Darth Gangsta]Sorry but I won't be accepting anymore clanless characters. We have I think 11 characters and all of them are clanless. Sorry.
You could make him apart of a clan if you want.

[/QUOTE]
all fixed

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Name: Makor Baroth


Age: 32


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Orc


Clan/Profession: Bloodmoon Warband Chieftain


Religion: WIP


Equipment: A greatsword


Magic: None


Personality: Makor is like most orcs, honor bound. He loves fighting and swordplay. He does what he thinks is right and will do it any way possible. Even if it means breaking a law, whether it's of society or tradition.


History: Makor was the heir apparent to Mogrul, chieftain of the Bloodmoon clan, in the years prior to the coming of the Wild Hunt. He cared deeply about the world and those living in it. This sensitivity could have been the signs of being a Shaman, but for Makor it was just the way he was. During a festival in Dushniik (an Orcish region), he met a Ebonystone orc named Ozgul, son of Duzar Largashbur, and the two became fast friends despite belonging to different clans. Makor was also brought to the "sacred mountain" (also known as the Red Mountaisn) by request of the ancestors, seeking to test whether he could become a warrior as well as chieftain of his clan; alas, he did not see the ancestors, though he knew they were there somehow.


Some time later, Makor's father Mogrul was killed in battle against a group of humans, and Makor became the chieftain of the Bloodmoon Clan by hereditary right.


A couple years past and Makor married an orcish woman named Mazoob. They both had their first child and they named him Krogguk.


Other:

Spoiler

 

[Moolock]

Name: Kirana Morrowin

Age: 80

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Race: High Elven

Clan/Profession: Arcane Guild, Courier/messenger, part-time student.

Religion: Atheist

Equipment: Light armor and weaponry. Her jacket is ankle-length, boots are of supple leather. Only armor to speak of is a corset-style chest plate front and back with boiled leather strips to protect the sides. Her messenger bag is over the shoulder, dark leather, and is large enough to carry small packages, a water skin, food, and a change of clothes for herself. She keeps a spear, short knife, and a hidden blade on her person at all times.

​

Spoiler

Magic: Her magic is raw and unrefined, preferring purer magic to the elemental magics. Like a cannon, her spells are mostly one-shot punch-packing blasts meant to end battles quickly so she can move on. Her defense is her shattering offence, however if an opponent can take more than one spell, her choice usually becomes to run as with little endurance, her ability to cast multiple spells in one battle is minimal.

Personality: Kira doesn't nose into other's business and doesn't make anyone's business hers unless it gets in the way of delivering a message. For an educated individual, she has a rather coarse accent, mimicking her tendency to make short, meaning conversation rather than babble about idle topics. Kira never attempts to be a know-it-all but she won't hesitate to call someone out if what they're saying sounds like a stupid idea.

History: Both Kirana's parents are magic scholars, her mother taking to air elemental magic, her father a knowledge alchemist. Together, they steered their daughter toward joining the guild as soon as she was old enough to apply, though paying for her education has proved to be an obstacle, leading to Kira getting an internship as a courier for the academy. After eight years of schooling, she has decided to take a break and join the Couriers as a full member, allowing her messages to deliver to take her far and wide across the world. As she travels, she hopes to train herself further in her magic field.

Other: Travels with a small lizard named Murc:

 

[Colt556]

Name: Gilad Arcturus


Age: 34


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Human


Clan/Profession: Eagle/Knight of the Flaming Rose


Religion: The Eternal Fire


Equipment: A large and bulky set of armor that has been enchanted to resist general wear and tear as well as magic. To accompany this Gilad also carries a massive tower shield that is similarly enchanted.


Magic: None


Personality: A stern and devote man, Gilad is willing to do whatever it takes for the sake of his faith and his companions. While he will not shy away from getting his hands dirty he generally believes in doing the right thing and protecting the innocent. He has a strong sense of self-sacrifice and is willing to place himself into harms way if it is to protect others. Even though he puts his faith above all else he is not above indulging in some of the vices the physical world has to offer, but he is strict about doing so in moderation


History: Gilad was born to a fairly common abode. His Father was a knight in service of the Flaming Rose and his mother stayed home to care for the family. As he grew up his father took great pains to instill the very ideals of knighthood within him. From a young age he was trained to wield a weapon and to devote himself to the Eternal Fire. Once he was of age he was quick to apply to the Order of the Flaming Rose so that he could follow in his father's footsteps and put his skills to use. As time went on he slowly rose the ranks from a lowly squire to become one of the Order's full-fledged knights.

 

[BigGuyForYou]

Name: Godfried Rheinland


Age (No younger than 20): 40


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Human


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless): Eagle Clan/Knight of the Flaming Rose


Religion: Eternal Fire


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Full plate armour with anti-magic enchantment, two handed hammer, his signature weapon


Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic): None. Faith protects.


Personality: Religious, yet pessimistic and nihilistic in his views. His age, and the amount of carnage he's seened for vain causes, made him the man he is today. Extremely xenophobic.


History: From young age, he's been selected from his family sons as an aspiring knight who eventually joined the order. He spent his entire youth, and his entire early adulthood in that said order. With his intense strength he picked a hammer above axes and sword as his weapon of choice. The injustice of man has demoralized him for years, having to deal with killing others, that were part of his race. It did not however, change his view he had on the other races that weren't human. They were vermin and needed to be exterminated in order for humanity to prosper, and to protect his people. He belief, with the God of Fire, is the fact that it exists solely for the human race, as they are shining light of the world. And the only thing that can purify the lands, is fire.


Other:

 

[Godhowsae]

Name: Alastair Adelheim


Age: 39


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Human


Clan/Profession: Eagle Clan/Knight of the Flaming Rose


Religion: The Eternal Fire


Equipment: Set of plate armor enchanted with runes to protect him from hostile magic, Two handed battleaxe, Shortsword, a few vials of healing draught that are tucked away.


Magic: None.


Personality: Faithful, incorruptible, prejudiced, proud, and steadfast. A sense of duty was instilled upon Alastair at a very young age, and it still drives him to this day. The Eternal Fire is central to his reason for being, willing to go to almost any length to uphold what he sees as his duty to protect the light as long as it does not corrupt his soul in the process. The clanless are vagabonds who contribute nothing to the land aside from their own vain desires, and while he tolerates their presence, they are nothing compared to the other races. Alastair views them as lesser beings who should be grateful the humans have not yet wiped them out. He holds users of magic in particular contempt, viewing magic as the source of evil which plagues the land. This is despite the fact he bears magic runes upon his armor; a necessary evil to combat this scourge.


History: Alastair was born as the second son to lesser nobility. He was never expected to inherit any holdings from his family, nor any titles. He was a dutiful son, however, and served his family with honor because that is what was expected from him. During these formative years religion became a central part of his being, and Alastair took to the lessons of the clerics with great fervor. Pledging himself to their cause to save the world from the darkness, the boy was trained with sword, shield, spear, polearm, and all manner of weapon. In the end he choose a large battleaxe, and he wields it without difficulty due to his great strength. It was due one particular extermination campaign where he had the honor of distinguishing himself. Called upon to join the vanguard, he marched to battle alongside his fellows as they attacked a den of heretical beings. They smashed through one line after another until they came upon the magus, and his followers. While his fellows fell around him, Alastair pushed his way forward and slew the foul creature. His reward was a set of rune carved armor, and the promise of more killing to come. In time he came to rely on two other knights in the order above all others. The only two who have proven they won't die so easily.

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Name: Kirana Morrowin

Age: 80

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Race: High Elven

Clan/Profession: Arcane Guild, Courier/messenger, part-time student.

Religion: Atheist

Equipment: Light armor and weaponry. Her jacket is ankle-length, boots are of supple leather. Only armor to speak of is a corset-style chest plate front and back with boiled leather strips to protect the sides. Her messenger bag is over the shoulder, dark leather, and is large enough to carry small packages, a water skin, food, and a change of clothes for herself. She keeps a spear, short knife, and a hidden blade on her person at all times.

​

Spoiler

Magic: Her magic is raw and unrefined, preferring purer magic to the elemental magics. Like a cannon, her spells are mostly one-shot punch-packing blasts meant to end battles quickly so she can move on. Her defense is her shattering offence, however if an opponent can take more than one spell, her choice usually becomes to run as with little endurance, her ability to cast multiple spells in one battle is minimal.

Personality: Kira doesn't nose into other's business and doesn't make anyone's business hers unless it gets in the way of delivering a message. For an educated individual, she has a rather coarse accent, mimicking her tendency to make short, meaning conversation rather than babble about idle topics. Kira never attempts to be a know-it-all but she won't hesitate to call someone out if what they're saying sounds like a stupid idea.

History: Both Kirana's parents are magic scholars, her mother taking to air elemental magic, her father a knowledge alchemist. Together, they steered their daughter toward joining the guild as soon as she was old enough to apply, though paying for her education has proved to be an obstacle, leading to Kira getting an internship as a courier for the academy. After eight years of schooling, she has decided to take a break and join the Couriers as a full member, allowing her messages to deliver to take her far and wide across the world. As she travels, she hopes to train herself further in her magic field.

Other: Travels with a small lizard named Murc:

Name: Gilad Arcturus


Age: 34


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Human


Clan/Profession: Eagle/Knight of the Flaming Rose


Religion: The Eternal Fire


Equipment: A large and bulky set of armor that has been enchanted to resist general wear and tear as well as magic. To accompany this Gilad also carries a massive tower shield that is similarly enchanted.


Magic: None


Personality: A stern and devote man, Gilad is willing to do whatever it takes for the sake of his faith and his companions. While he will not shy away from getting his hands dirty he generally believes in doing the right thing and protecting the innocent. He has a strong sense of self-sacrifice and is willing to place himself into harms way if it is to protect others. Even though he puts his faith above all else he is not above indulging in some of the vices the physical world has to offer, but he is strict about doing so in moderation


History: Gilad was born to a fairly common abode. His Father was a knight in service of the Flaming Rose and his mother stayed home to care for the family. As he grew up his father took great pains to instill the very ideals of knighthood within him. From a young age he was trained to wield a weapon and to devote himself to the Eternal Fire. Once he was of age he was quick to apply to the Order of the Flaming Rose so that he could follow in his father's footsteps and put his skills to use. As time went on he slowly rose the ranks from a lowly squire to become one of the Order's full-fledged knights.

Name: Godfried Rheinland


Age (No younger than 20): 40


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Human


Clan/Profession (<- If you're clanless): Eagle Clan/Knight of the Flaming Rose


Religion: Eternal Fire


Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.): Full plate armour with anti-magic enchantment, two handed hammer, his signature weapon


Magic (nothing crazy, court and arch mages are the most powerful in magic): None. Faith protects.


Personality: Religious, yet pessimistic and nihilistic in his views. His age, and the amount of carnage he's seened for vain causes, made him the man he is today. Extremely xenophobic.


History: From young age, he's been selected from his family sons as an aspiring knight who eventually joined the order. He spent his entire youth, and his entire early adulthood in that said order. With his intense strength he picked a hammer above axes and sword as his weapon of choice. The injustice of man has demoralized him for years, having to deal with killing others, that were part of his race. It did not however, change his view he had on the other races that weren't human. They were vermin and needed to be exterminated in order for humanity to prosper, and to protect his people. He belief, with the God of Fire, is the fact that it exists solely for the human race, as they are shining light of the world. And the only thing that can purify the lands, is fire.


Other:

Name: Alastair Adelheim


Age: 39


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race: Human


Clan/Profession: Eagle Clan/Knight of the Flaming Rose


Religion: The Eternal Fire


Equipment: Set of plate armor enchanted with runes to protect him from hostile magic, Two handed battleaxe, Shortsword, a few vials of healing draught that are tucked away.


Magic: None.


Personality: Faithful, incorruptible, prejudiced, proud, and steadfast. A sense of duty was instilled upon Alastair at a very young age, and it still drives him to this day. The Eternal Fire is central to his reason for being, willing to go to almost any length to uphold what he sees as his duty to protect the light as long as it does not corrupt his soul in the process. The clanless are vagabonds who contribute nothing to the land aside from their own vain desires, and while he tolerates their presence, they are nothing compared to the other races. Alastair views them as lesser beings who should be grateful the humans have not yet wiped them out. He holds users of magic in particular contempt, viewing magic as the source of evil which plagues the land. This is despite the fact he bears magic runes upon his armor; a necessary evil to combat this scourge.


History: Alastair was born as the second son to lesser nobility. He was never expected to inherit any holdings from his family, nor any titles. He was a dutiful son, however, and served his family with honor because that is what was expected from him. During these formative years religion became a central part of his being, and Alastair took to the lessons of the clerics with great fervor. Pledging himself to their cause to save the world from the darkness, the boy was trained with sword, shield, spear, polearm, and all manner of weapon. In the end he choose a large battleaxe, and he wields it without difficulty due to his great strength. It was due one particular extermination campaign where he had the honor of distinguishing himself. Called upon to join the vanguard, he marched to battle alongside his fellows as they attacked a den of heretical beings. They smashed through one line after another until they came upon the magus, and his followers. While his fellows fell around him, Alastair pushed his way forward and slew the foul creature. His reward was a set of rune carved armor, and the promise of more killing to come. In time he came to rely on two other knights in the order above all others. The only two who have proven they won't die so easily.

All accepted! Sorry for the late reply.