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Fantasy Sword & Glory

Zayuz said:

Kythia Lare

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  • Age: 22 Years


    Gender: Female


    Sexuality: Bisexual


    Race: Human


    Clan: Eagle Clan Arena Fighter and Agent of The Order of the Flaming Rose.


    Religion: The Eternal Fire



  • Accepted.
 


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Name: Earl Kalf


Age: 28



Gender: Male



Sexuality: Heterosexual



Race: Human



Clan/Profession: Bear Clan Earl



Religion: Vacrigar



Equipment:
Battle Axe (an axe held with two hands), Shield (doesn't use too often, but uses for the shield-wall strategy)


Magic: Despite being a followers of Vacrigar, he never enjoyed learning the arcane arts.



Personality: Kalf is a very bitter person and wants nothing but power. He will take what he wants and will harm anyone that will get in his way. Although he is very brutal brutal in battle, he is often kind and good to his associates.



History: While being left in charge of Halla's hold during Halla's travel to the western lands, Esnana, Kalf was charged by her to deal with a man named Einar who was inciting rebellion against her. But when he was about to execute Einar in a boat in a middle of a lake, Einar reuested Kalf's axe and was given it. Einar told him it was a bad choice. but Kalf persuaded him to join a plot to gather support to overthrow Halla and take her title and lands. Kalf was proclaimed the new Earl of Hedeby, Halla's former hold with the help of Einar.



Other: His dog,
Sceolong
 
Killigrew said:
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  • Name: Bertilak Houndsman


    Age: 26


    Gender: Male


    Sexuality: Straight


    “Aye, ladies catch my eye, but the company of men is a kinder burden.”


    Race: Human


    Clan:
    Eagle Clan


    Religion:
    Erobaty


    “For the glory of the Eternal Flame, a sharp sword and ready arm.”


Accepted.
 
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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, being a bit psychic and able to use weak 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 caring 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 isn't 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.
 
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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.)


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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
 
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Name: Durrag Greyborn, The Iron Blood (Often called 'Grandpa' as a joke)


Age (No younger than 20): 50


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Human


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 warrior out of all the Clans, his experience and skills are known well by all clans and he is well respected. 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.
 
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tammynorthland said:
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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.)


il_fullxfull.445439448_ltr6.jpg



018214376612b79d94773da8281b00e3.jpg



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.
 
Killorkiller said:
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Name: Durrag Greyborn, The Iron Blood (Often called 'Grandpa' as a joke)


Age (No younger than 20): 50


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Race: Human


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 warrior out of all the Clans, his experience and skills are known well by all clans and he is well respected. 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.
 
crystal[/URL] he uses as a catalyst for stronger magic.


Magic: Very lowly with magic on his own, being a bit psychic and able to use weak 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 caring 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 isn't 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 strings 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.


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


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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.):


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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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JustCallMeAimee said:


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Name:



Rowan "Rin" Carter



Age (No younger than 20):



28



Gender:



Female



Sexuality:



Pansexual



Race:



Human



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



<- assassin



Religion:



Atheist



Equipment (Weapons, armor, potions etc.):


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e2c49a9554f14a65434d2be97630d9a6.jpg


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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:Olyikyo 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."
Accepted.
 

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