Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons [Official OOC Thread]

[Sen Pai]

Welcome to Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons! This is an original fantasy world RP that will take some time to create, I estimate at the most a week to put everything together. This'll be a mass RP with multiple choices that lead on in the story, along with a vast collection of Character Creation choices. If you have any questions, be sure to contact me through private message.


Please refer to "Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons [storyline & Info]" located in the Fantasy / Supernatural Storyline & Info section of this forum for the original story, lore, and information on character races, classes, and more.


Thank you for showing interest in Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons!


My Servants: Sebastian (@Lucem Tenebris) and Cressandra (@Cressy)


Storyline & Info


Please read all of it!


Legends & Myths


Learn about Salisonian folklore! (work in progress)


Official Roleplay


You must be accepted before you post.


PLEASE REFER TO THE SECTION TITLED "AUTHOR'S NOTES" BEFORE POSTING.





|RULES|

Reik'oan the Dragon of Judgement in Cantillia Mountains.

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1. Literacy. Please be knowledgeable of being literate and having proper grammar. Being literate does not mean you have to be an extremely high experienced roleplayer. There is no punishment or shame if you forget to put a coma there or how to spell a word. This is an understanding roleplay.
   
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2. No one-liners. This roleplay will never, ever, ever accept a one-liner. One paragraph is the minimum, but anything below three lines is a no-no. This roleplay is driven off creativity and detail, so do your best and have fun!
   
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3. No Mary-Sues. All characters have flaws and weaknesses and different personalities. No one is perfect and I don't expect your character to be perfect either. I personally will not allow any characters in this roleplay with the typical characteristic combination of timid, shy, frail, with a tragic back story of her parents beating her for everyone to pity her. If there is one character I cannot stand, it's that character. Have a realistic character.
   
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4. No claiming a character. When I say "no claiming a character," I mean you cannot look at someone else's character and say, "Hey, can they be my character's love interest?" For one, they've never met. For two, that's just annoying.
   
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5. Do not mix character photos. In Character Creation, I do not want a mixture of photos from real to anime to descriptions. Photos are allowed, but they are only "anime" types, and I do not want characters with modern day clothes and school girl outfits flooding my fantasy world roleplay, thank you.
   
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6. No God Moding. This goes for all races and types of characters. No character is indestructible, whether they are a dragon or not. If your characters get into a fight, fight realistically.
   
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7. Be polite. While taking part in my roleplay, you must be kind and polite to all roleplayers. I do not want to see any fights between roleplayers or someone will be kicked out of my roleplay.
   
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8. PG-13. I'm not one-hundred percent sure the full rules on PG-13 on this site and if I am wrong, I will correct myself. But anything past kissing must go somewhere else. As long as it's not on our main thread or where we can see it, I don't care what happens as long as it goes somewhere else. Other than that, we will keep a PG-13 rating on this roleplay in general.
   
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9. Be realistic. Be realistic from fights, to wounds, to facing enemies, and even to love. In the real world, love does not last forever and people can fall in and out of love, and cheating can happen. If your character falls in love, they can die, break-up, or leave them for someone else. Just because they fall in love does not mean they have to be forever and always within the roleplay.
   
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|AUTHOR'S NOTES|

A Kahao frog tribe worshipping Taikog, the God of Rain.


Hello, and welcome to "Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons." I'm very pleased to hear that you have taken an interest in my roleplay - or just skimming around for something fun. I put a lot of time, effort, and thought into this roleplay and I hope you like and enjoy the concept.


About Character Creation; here you can create your own unique character to feature in the roleplay of Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons. Before you start creating a character, please make sure that you have a firm grasp of the race, class, and additional information of your character that'll fit into the storyline. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me through the PMs. Before your character is accepted, I will be inspecting your character down to the smallest detail to make sure that they will flow well with the storyline and do not conflict with any additional information or plans that I have for the roleplay. I do ask that all characters carrying the "Mary Sue" gene, please be saved for another roleplay because all characters here need depth and unique characteristics.


I am accepting characters at any time until further notice and everyone participating in this roleplay is allowed up to--just kidding!~ Sky's the limit! Just don't overwhelm yourself or others when you create too many characters. If a character dies in the roleplay, you cannot recreate them, you must come up with a new character to continue in your past characters' spot. And yes, characters can die, just like the real world. But, overall, have fun!


I'd also like to add that the pictures that I use are NOT mine and goes to their rightful owners. The main artists that I use are; GENZOMAN, el-grimlock, and sakimichan. So, thank you very much to those artists for creating such wonderful pictures.


I hope you enjoy your time here and thank you for taking interest!

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[Kiro Akira]

|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Appearance Notes
• Weapons
• Appearance Notes

• Kiro Akira
• Male
• 23
• Kahao, Neko(Mimi)
• 
  
  
  Rather then the grey in the photo his eyes are a light blue colour and glow
  
  
  purple when he is using his magic.
  
  
  He also does not have the human ears on the side of his head
  
  
  only the car like ears up top.
  
  
  
• the dragon pendant on his chest seemed to shift and the dragon itself would began to move from the rope that held it up and down his arm. The dragon would soon stop at Kiro's hand and open it's mouth wide where a staff would begin to slide out and down towards the ground. From that point it's body would wrap the staff itself and look towards the sky and a glistening clear ball would pop out and perch itself upon the teeth of the dragon. -Form into Staff
  
  
  the dragon would simply swallow the gem and proceed to swallow the staff only to rush back up Kiro's arm and take it's form as a pendant once more. -Into Pendant form.
  
  
  Photo Of Pendant:
  
  
  
  
  Only difference is theres no red ball in the center like that
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Rather then the grey in the photo his eyes are a light blue colour and glow
  
  
  purple when he is using his magic.
  
  
  He also does not have the human ears on the side of his head
  
  
  only the car like ears up top.
  
  
  

|Biography of (Kiro Akira)|

• History
• Notes

• 
  
  
  When Kiro was young(12) his parents were killed by two orcs. He lived in a city called Norifiden. Each race split the city into Sectors, the race frowned upon by many humans and Kahao; Nekos'. Stayed in the Kahao sector. Kind of in the worst part of it too, always being robbed and attacked for no reason or as a means of 'fun' for many of the other races. When Kiro's parents died he lived on the streets stealing food and getting beaten for it from time to time when he was caught. When Kiro was thirteen he stole an egg thinking it would be a great breakfast seeing the size of it. The egg was a sky blue colour and held a soft glowing touch to it as well as holding the swirl pattern that looked as if it were waves in the ocean moving about. Thinking he could eventually sell the egg for a nice profit, Kiro kept it in a small bag hidden from easy sight and six months later the egg cracked and hatched into a baby ice dragon who he called Blizzard later on down the road.
  
  
  Kiro continued his thieving ways until he turned the age of sixteen where he met a small group of travellers who he at first thought were going to steal his dragon and rob him of everything he had. But after having a small short battle Kiro (accidentally) used his first fire spell on them that a strange voice had spoke to him told him to use. From that point they battled a little more and blah blah blah. None the less they ended up coming to a draw, and Kiro stuck with them. Blizzard and Kiro travelled with the group for three years and eventually found out the voice that continued to haunt Kiro's mind after that first battle was an old dead uncle. The uncle had been there the day of Kiro's birth, when the uncle had taken his hands upon the young child he had used his dark magic to remove small pieces of his soul and embed the boys body with the soul of him as well. The uncle did not plan on dying and knew this technique could eventually be used to remove Kiro's soul replacing it with his own. A form of soul transfer. Kiro still has small issues with the voice every once and while but it doesn't bother him to often. At the end of the three years someone who he ended up seeing as a sister had ran off a year before and came back only to kill him while they were in a tower by shoving her hand into his chest and emitting a flame which burned him from the inside out.
  
  
  After many years of laying in nothing but bones and ash a Shaman named Shika who was beginning to practice the arts of Necromancy used Kiro as a "test subject" and brought him back using a gem which now flows about inside Kiro's body. From that point Kiro set off with the shaman on a small adventure and later parted to do other things which he enrolled into a school and obtained his magical staff to keep his magic focused (Does not need the staff to cast spells can do it as he would before).
  
  
  Everything in his body was brought back to the way it was once before so he can still breathe, his heart beats once more, blood runs through his body and so forth.If you remove the gem it will kill Kiro immediately until the gem is placed back into his body once more. He's not immortal and can still die from blood loss and such.
  
  
  
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  I can't find it really so heres some notes,
  
  

• Notes

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  1. Blizzard is long gone, so she will not be a part of any rp.
     
  2. Removing the ability to come back it was a one time thing? I don't know D:
     
  
  
  
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[Karma200]

|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Kinna Mortz
• Female
• 21
• Merfolk, Siren. Sirens are women who control the sea and some of them have wings as well(their basically a stronger version of regular mermaids). They are very dangerous and are the rulers of sound. They eat human meat, raw or cooked and they're very territorial when someone steps into their home. Sirens aren't creatures to mess with unless they are sure they like you. And a warning, don't ever steal from a Siren and think you can get away from it, they can go onto land
• Mage: elemental, water
• Her height is 5''7, her weight is N/A, she's had stars on her thighs since the day of birth as a symbol of being the Princess of sirens.

|Biography of (Kinna Mortz)|

• Personality
• History

• Kinna is a very devious and strange woman who hates being told what to do, she enjoys playing pranks on people and withholding information unless someone asks her about, even if its important. She's known for her careless attitude and her habits of clicking her tongue whenever she gets annoyed.
• Kinna grew up in the dangerous sea with her siren sisters, her mother is the ruler of the sirens(please?) and so she's tough on Kinna and the way she does things. The two of them don't really get along since her mother wants Kinna to do it her way but Kinna always finds a way to do it the complete opposite way. Kinna is known for her fighting spirit and her determination to have her own personality instead of what her mother chooses for her. She has been in a few underwater wars that had broken out with another species of merfolk and because of that their territory in the water has grown slightly. Kinna's favorite place to hunt is a place were most fishermen or pirates float around in the ocean; she isn't afraid of going near the shore for her prey either. Because she has two younger sisters Kinna is constantly having to be prepped to be the future Queen for when her mother dies or steps down. She takes interest in beautiful shells or things underwater that constantly catch her attention so the place she sleeps (room) is filled with beautiful treasures.

 

[evephy]

*insert information-lacking profile here*


Bwahaha! How do you feel about that now, Pai? Hm? HM?!!


Just kidding. :v This shall be my place holder. I love what you have so far, by the way.


It's like... a second version of Greek mythology or something.


I don't exactly know how I should describe it. o-o;;


I'm excited to read the rest, basically. x3


Anyways, I proclaim this post as my placeholder! I repeat, placeholder.

/Edit


So I have no idea why the font gets bigger under the tab, "Teens" and "Now." I swear, I've tried everything I can to fix it. ;-;

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• |General Information| •

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• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• "Just go ahead and call me Fay, I won't bite."
  
  
  - Fayette Athitia
  
  
  The earth fairy was given the name, Fayette Athitia (fae-yet u-thee-shu).
  
  
  
• "Genders are of no importance to me... Unless, they're naked. That's different."
  
  
  - Fayette Athitia
  
  
  As if it wasn't obvious enough, Fayette is a girl.
• "Asking a woman for her age is like asking for a knife in the pit of your stomach."
  
  
  - Fayette Athitia
  
  
  Fayette has been in this world for nearly twenty-two years, despite her near child-like appearance.
• "Fairies are some of the most beautiful races in the world. No creature could match the beauty of our wings."
  
  
  - Fayette Athitia
  
  
  Fayette is the work of Varia, Goddess of Nature, and Mother of both Elves and Fairies.
• "What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action."
  
  
  - Meister Eckhart
  
  
  Fay is an earth elementalist, more specifically a member of The Three Elements.
• "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."
  
  
  - Confucius
  
  
  Wings - Fayette's wings are nearly transparent. If it wasn't for the glare of light, her wings would have been thought to be invisible.
  
  
  Scars/Birthmarks - Fayette has not a single scar on her body, although she does have a birthmark in the shape of what seems to be a leaf near her hip bone.
  
  
  Hair - Fayette's hair is almost always seen in two, long pigtail braids that rest over her shoulders and stop at the middle of her stomach. However, when Fayette's hair is left alone, without the braids, her hair goes down to her hips.
  
  
  Height - As a fairy, the girl doesn't stand very tall. With a height of just a little over five feet, she is put at some disadvantages as well as advantages.

• |Biography of Fayette Athitia| •

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• Personality

• Fayette is what some would say, the definition of naive. Though calm and collected, she's blunt and gullible. If someone wanted to know if they looked fat in their dress, and they truly did, Fayette would not hesitate to straight out tell them that they indeed, looked fat. This trait, of hers has definitely put her in many tight situations, loss of friends, being used by others, and even getting herself hurt. Despite all this, Fayette never changed.

• Personality
• Childhood
• Teens
• Now

• 
  
  
  Along with her naivety, ironically, comes a more calm nature. Only supported by that blank look on her face she sports from time to time. It is rare to ever find her angry. Frustrated, maybe, but hardly ever angry. Countless times, people would press her buttons, irritating her, hurting her, yet she never got mad. A few young fairies had even made up a game called, "Angry Fay" where anyone who was able to anger her won. Of course, no one did.
  
  
  Fay has a strong sense of justice. It is an honorable trait yet a stupid one. If a person were to steal from a merchant, Fayette would be the first to stop the person, whether the thief is the most powerful Paladin in the Universe, or a poor orphan that is on the brink of death from starvation, Fayette will stand up for what is right. If it wasn't for the fact that this naive girl knew how to fight, she would have been dead by now.
• 
  
  
  Fay's time as a kid was definitely the most missed. She didn't know right from wrong, and found joy in the littlest things. Just a simple piece of paper would keep her occupied for an hour.
  
  
  The young fairy was never anywhere close to her parents' vision of a "perfect child." She wasn't incredibly intelligent, or strong, or even graceful, to her mother's despair. In fact, she was quite the opposite of what her mother had hoped for in her daughter, running around and playing with the boys rather than playing princess and dancing around with the girls.
  
  
  Telling her mother that she had a wrinkly face didn't exactly help too much either.
  
  
  You see, Fay's mother had high expectations. She spent much more time than needed thinking about the future of her child. After all, she was a noblewoman, and a noblewoman should bring up a daughter who looked and acted like she belonged in her given status.
  
  
  But unfortunately... Fayette's mother had nearly given up hope. It seemed as if there was absolutely chance of her daughter growing up to rise to any sort of power.
  
  
  The noblewoman would just have be the mother of a useless, and brutally honest little girl.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Ah, the teenage years. Full of meaningless love, drama, and hormones. Her years as a teenager were definitely the most memorable. Though they may not have been the best memories, they were guarantee to stick with her for life.
  
  
  Hope sparked somewhere within Fayette's mother, as it became plain and obvious that her daughter was skilled in the subject of elemental magic. Fay wasn't very aware of her gift, and instead, used it for fun and her own entertainment. Instead of honing her skills, she played pranks on others, throwing pebbles at strangers and muffling laughs as they would turn their head around, only to be met with nothingness.
  
  
  If you were to find a paranoid man on the side of the road, the cause would most likely be Fayette.
  
  
  Of course, such bad behavior should be dealt with harshly. Fay's father punished her for the way she acted, grounding her for a lot longer than needed.
  
  
  Luckily, her rebelliousness would come to an end, but in a tragic way.
  
  
  During a time where Fay's mother was out at work, Fayette strategically placed a bucket of water at the corner of her bedroom door. She was planning on sneaking out, in hopes that if her father did come in her room to check on her, his wings would be doused with water to disable his flying. Thus giving the young fairy more time to spend outside, or just more time to escape.
  
  
  Her plan worked perfectly, but much to perfectly. After a few hours, her father came to check on her up in her room, no doubt getting a bucket to the face as well as being completely soaked from the tip of his wings to the bottom of his feet. Filled to the bring with anger, he stomped out of the house, making a pathetic attempt to fly before giving up and deciding on looking for his daughter on food instead.
  
  
  As if the Gods themselves decided on punishing Fayette for her deeds, an Arias came crashing down on her village, picking off its victims one by one. Its speed was just phenomenal, but a Fairy's wings gave their race a small benefit. Though they weren't as fast as the Arias, Fairies weren't too shabby when it came to flying. The whole village went into chaos, some running for their lives, some cowering in dark corners, and a few idiots who believed they could fight the Arias.
  
  
  Among the ones who were plucked of their lives in this world was Fay's father. His wings were soaked with water, so he couldn't have gotten away quickly enough, no matter how hard he tried. His death was quick and painless, but he died nevertheless. The reason he was taken from this world was because of Fay's actions. For the rest of her life, she blamed herself for his death, because it really was her own fault. Never again would she pull another prank, or bring misfortune to others.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  As soon as she became of the age, Fay left her home. She honed her elemental skills, doing everything she possible could to make sure she would put up a fight in any situation. There was no way she would allow another loved one to die on her account.
  
  
  The young fairy traveled around, going on her own adventures and helping those in need. She worked alone, but she helped others in the process. You could say she was like a super hero. (But of course, those don't exist yet. What is this, the twenty-first century? Don't make me laugh.) She wanted to save the lives of others, sparing the pain that she had been forced to go through.
  
  
  It wasn't long before word of the earth fairy spread. Her prowess in the art of elemental magic was both deadly and beautiful. Almost no one picked a fight with this girl and lived to tell the tale... Actually, that's completely untrue. Fayette made a point to never kill her opponent in a battle. Regardless of the hatred she held towards them. It gave her a bit of a disadvantage, it was better than living her life knowing she was responsible for the death of another person.
  
  
  After some time, word spread that the famous group known as, "The Elements" were looking for a third member. They had fire, and water, but earth was mandatory to complete their circle. They had received word of Fayette's actions on skill, and wasted no time in finding her. Of course, she jumped right into the decision. The opportunity to be a part of a famous elemental group? Who wouldn't pass down such an offer?
  
  
  The group soon became known as, "The Three Elements." Rising in both power and reputation. Even now, possibilities are endless.
  
  
  

 

[The Kaosophile]

|General Information|

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• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Lannian Farad
• Male
• 28
• Elf
• Ranger, lives as an independent hunter in Ellegarde, but goes wherever he is hired.
• Height: 5'5"
  
  
  Weight: 140 lbs

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|Biography of Lannian Farad|

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• Personality
• Family History
• Early Life
• Recent Years
• Other

• Lannian is always very calm and collected, relying on diplomacy and wit rather than his bow if he can help it. Lannian is very comfortable with nature and has never visited a big city. He often meditates for long periods of time, simply taking in the sounds of nature and absorbing the energies, purging negative energies from himself. The only time he is at all irritable is when he is kept from performing his weekly meditation. Lan is very curious of the world outside his woods, but his father said that humans can be cutthroat, and Lan took this literally. He is kind and caring to the point of empathic, helping anyone in need, no matter their past, as he cannot bear to see anyone die unnecesarily.
• Nothing of import, beside the fact that his parents lived alone in the woods, away from the small tribes of elves who live in the forest. His father insists that Lan's mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, having met at a meeting between rival tribes, seeing eachother in secret until Loana, Lannian's mother, discovered she was pregnant. Loana and Elwinn left their tribes in the dead of night, leaving no notes or anything to say goodbye, as they feared their families would resent them.
• Lannian's mother died in childbirth, leaving his father to raise Lannian alone, his father passed when Lannian was ten, having only taught Lannian the basics needed to survive. Lannian learned everything else he currently knows from the occasional traveller and the forest itself. When Lannian was about fourteen (He rarely needs to keep track) his skills were put to the test when a great black bear with a disease wandered, frothing, into Lan's clearing. This is when he discovered his unnatural attunement with nature, he can't speak to animals or read their minds, but he has a knack for noticing the minutia of behavior that can let him know an animal's health and mood. Using his uncanny ability, Lan knew that the creature would be unresponsive to the usual methods of nonlethal repellent, which led to the young elf's first real kill. After this, Lan built a funeral pyre for the beast, meditating in front of the flames, since then he has meditated every week to mourn the losses of every life he has ended.
• Though Lannian is friendly toward nature, he does hunt because he has to, and the woods are a dangerous place, so his skill with a bow at a distance and a small carving knife at close range are nigh unmatched. He has earned a bit of a name for himself in mercenary work, often driving off or killing wild animals that have invaded farmhouses, but occasionally doing bodyguard or forest guide jobs. Priscea, a beautiful bird of paradise, isn't quite a pet, but rather a close friend of Lannian, she seems to understand him, and he her. They have been living in the same place for the past eight years, but Priscea brings back mementos from faraway lands every once in a while. When she does, Lannian likes to think up stories for who owned them, and to figure out what they do. Extremely recently, Lan has taken an interest in herbalism, using the various flora of the forest to cure minor ailments or aid in the treatment of major ones, which has been bringing more and more people (Be them elven, human, or otherwise) into his life.
• Lannian has been known to become smitten with elf girls (and occasionally guys) from tribes that have wandered nearby, but has never been in a serious relationship.
  
  
  Lan, having lived in near isolation his whole life, is often overly trusting, Priscea is often his saving grace when it comes to identifying untrustworthiness.

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[Akihito]

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|General Information|

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• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Lilian Sefrailia
• Female
• Twenty-three years old.
• Human
• Knight
• Lilian is about 5'9"
  
  
  Her shield is almost as big as she is which tires her after a while.
  
  
  Lilian's hammer (Total size about the size of her head and hand combined) was designed specifically for her and no one else is able to wield it with ease.(Although they can but with difficulty)

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|Biography of Lilian Sefraila|

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• Personality

• Lilian is a strong-willed and kind maiden knight. She is very friendly and outgoing. Lilian tries to see the good in people, never the bad. She is a bit naive and trusts people too much which has led her to quite a bit of trouble but no one can say that Lilian wasn't a great friend. She is extremely loyal to her fellow knights, family, and friends. Lilian is not one who will give up easily. She will try her hardest and go beyond what everyone tells her and won't back down.
  
  
  In combat she is ruthless and deadly. Her personality is very different while fighting. She appears to be deep in concentration and she never speaks. Past enemies have all agreed that when you meet her in battle, there is a certain aura that makes you want to flee. She is terrible and ferocious as she is beautiful and fearless.

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[Nico]

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|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Insert character's name here.
• Insert character's gender here; male or female. Contact me through the PMs if you want to choose anything else.
• Insert character's age here. Maximum 500, anyone older must contact me through the PMs.
• Insert character's race here; read Storyline & Info thread for information about races.
• Insert character's class here; read Storyline & Info thread for information about classes.
• Please note any features about your character; basics would be height
  
  
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|Biography of (insert character's name here)|

• Personality

• Please describe what your character acts like and why. Remember, no Mary Sues.

 

[EuRo]

I'll add more to it later. C:

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|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Zathriel (Zath) Xavier Myendriali
• "The hell do you think?"
  
  
  -Male
• 30
  
  
  
• "My race makes no difference in my skills"
  
  
  -Halfling: Half-elf/Half-human
• "Not exactly a priest." *Laughs*
  
  
  -Ranger
• Taking most of his physical attributes from his human side, he has broad shoulders and a large chest. The only Elven attribute he has is their notorious tallness, with a frame of 6'4. With long legs and light on his feet, making him very good at hiding in the shadows.
  
  
  Most of the time, he always carries a cloak of some kind, preferring it's comforting embrace rather than anything else. His staple cloak was always a dull forest green, molted in the rough cotton in odd places to hide his frame when melting into the background.
  
  
  On his entire body, scars from many a wound received from taking jobs. Mostly stab wounds, and burn marks. Zath has seen more wounds than most experienced warriors would see in a lifetime. Most of them didn't bother him the slightest, except one; running down his torso, a thin, jagged scar that ran down from his right shoulder, down his chest and across his stomach, to his left hip.
  
  
  Strong jawline and hooded eyes, giving an appearance of a stern look as his stoic face.
  
  
  

|Biography of Zathriel|

• Personality
• History

• Often times Zathriel is understanding and quiet, an almost docile nature, as a child. Until he was twenty two, his personality radically changed into something more harsh.
  
  
  Zathriel views the world with a cold, disconnected mind, once he reaches twenty-two, because of a traumatic experience. Quite clever and sharp of tongue, this halfling ranger excels at finding weaknesses and motives of others by being observant. Most of his time is spent scanning everything and everyone, like they were targets or possible threats. Because of this he fits into the 'guard' role in jobs rather easily. Stern and usually unforgiving, he feels that logic prevails over emotion every time. Even if it's logic he doesn't want to hear.
  
  
  Zath is a good one to have in a fight. Trustworthy to a fault, and usually follows orders very well, unless he sees something that someone else doesn't. Most of the time, he goes with instinct and logic. Using emotion only as a means to drive him forward to the next objective. Though he likes to fight, to prove his worth, he's not much of a show-off. Rather following the mantra his mentor drilled into his mind: "Those who know more, speak the less."
  
  
  Prefers the solitude and quiet of himself rather than others, Zath can come off as cruel.
  
  
  Though, with his darker exterior is penetrated by his friends, he reverts to a more impish nature. He doesn't excel at when it comes to talking to others, he doesn't feel the need to, letting his actions dictate his thoughts.
  
  
  He does have a soft spot for children and animals, especially in the case for his trusted steed, Elise.
  
  
  Hates: mercy, hypocrites, people prodding into his personal life, and untrustworthy people.
  
  
  Likes: proving his skills, dueling, challenges, chess, finding new avenues and areas, and adventuring.
  
  
  Excels at: Tracking, hunting, archery, Quarterstaff techniques, sneaking, battlefield triage and planning ahead.
  
  
  Poor at: Verbal debates, swordplay, dealing with delicate situations, and expressing his thoughts.
  
  
  
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  Born into this world with a elven mother and human father, Zathriel lived in a bordering small town near the Ellegarde and Samaria, in a small town called Thorin. Most of his time was spent hunting, farming, and learning herbalist technique from his father. His mother, a ranger just like him, taught him his skills of sneaking, and the use of a bow.
  
  
  Lived with a brother, who died at a young age, succumbing to a plague.
  
  
  At age seven, Zathriel developed his skills into a sharp point, started exploring his surroundings around his hometown of Thorin. Started his tracking skills by hunting small game.
  
  
  Age fifteen, Zathriel left his home to satisfy his taste for adventure. First time he reached Bran, and learned if it's more dark side. To survive, took jobs that ranged from simple protecting to finding information. Till he was eighteen, he earned the reputation as a worthy protector and guard.
  
  
  When he reached twenty-two, he met a wander just like him, by the name of Alexandria, a fallen knight who followed the same job he did. They both decided it was best to work together. In that few months time, Zath was in love with the fallen knight, and asked her to marry him. Although she said yes, she told him to wait as she tried to fix something in her past. It was a lie, and she ran from him. Trying to get an answer out of her, Zath tracked her around Salsionia until he stopped her in the Ellegarde forests. Not aware that she had control and was running with a band of thieves called the Thieves Rose, he was wounded and left for dead by her hand.
  
  
  A couple of elves had found his body and nursed him back to health, staying in the forests until he was twenty-three, only a few months from his supposed death. There, he learned the use of the quarterstaff, and the techniques that come along with it. Thanks to their generosity in taking the halfling in to their home, Zath was able to survive and flourish, yet his rather docile nature had turned into something more cold and disconnected. Thanks to his supposed beloved's 'wedding gift'.
  
  
  Spending a couple weeks tracking her down, he confronted her in the desert of Samaria. In his defense, and hurtful rage, he struck her down, until realizing she was with child only seconds after her death.
  
  
  Living the rest of his life as a guard for hire, he opened his branch of work to more killing and maiming jobs, earning a bit of a reputation for being ruthless and cold.
  
  
  

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|General Information|

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• Arenam lacertae (la-ser-tie)
• Male
• 24
• Kahao
• Ranger
• His scales are pale yellow.
  
  
  His clothing is made of brown cloth.
  
  
  He stands at 6'2".
  
  
  He weighs roughly around 160 pounds.

|Biography of Arenam Lacertae|

• Personality
• History

• Arenam is a solitary ranger. He is very cold and unfriendly to most, if not everyone he meets. Of course this leads to Arenam having no people he can trust or turn to when he needs help, which he doesn't thinks he needs anyway if he gets into a sticky situation. When it comes to fighting Arenam is merciless and should not be underestimated with his bow, even in close combat Arenam can put up a good fight. Arenam prefers to be alone although he does provide his services to help cross Samaria as quickly and safely as possible as long as his buyer doesn't talk to him and does what he says. Arenam also helps hunt for his village in Samaria which is full of fellow Kahao
• Arenam grew up for the first three years of his life with his mother and father however his father disappeared not long after Arenam turned three years old searching for treasure in the desert. Arenam became an orphan at the age of nine when his mother died from a disease that had been affecting her for a while. When his mother died Arenam became a lot more cold towards people in his village and began to live in his house by himself.
  
  
  At the age of ten Arenam began being taught how to hunt with a weapon of choice, every Kahao in his village had to learn basic hunting skills because of the small amount of food in the wasteland they lived in. Arenam picked a bow for his training, he didn't become a master in a few months though. His training was long and arduous and after a few months Arenam's improvement with a bow was minor so Arenam trained everyday from the moment the sun rised and until it finally set. After a year him and all the other Kahao who had trained with him had became proficient with there weapon of choice and could hunt game and protect the village when needed. While quite a few people trained in different professions Arenam continued to train with his bow.
  
  
  When Arenam became sixteen he was allowed to travel further away from his village to hunt small rodents and vultures, Arenam never killed any reptiles to eat, to him it was like cannibalism. The long journeys through the desert looking for game to hunt lead to Arenam memorizing more of the surrounding area. Eventually after a few years of hunting Arenam could easily travel the desert without getting lost (although he almost did on one occasion). This lead to travelers and caravans requesting assistance from Arenam's village for a guide, Arenam was voted for the job for being the most skilled marksman and he knew the the quickest and safest paths around Samaria. This work has helped Arenam a good sum of money and hopes to travel outside of Samaria soon.
  
  

 

[Yin]

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|General Information|

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• Name
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• Class
• Appearance Notes

• "Kaolin. Just Kaolin."
  
  
  After a life of mostly absent parents she chooses not to acknowledge them in any way.
• "I'm female. Have something to say?"--Kaolin
• 
  
  
  Seventeen
  
  
  "Do I look like a child to you?"-- Kaolin.
• 
  
  
  Kahao
  
  
  "My senses are superior to those of a human." -- Kaolin.
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  Civilian
  
  
  "Don't underestimate me and I won't choose to prove you wrong."-- Kaolin
  
  
  Though a civilian, Kaolin has learned the hard way what it takes to survive and how to do it efficiently and strategically. Proper training or not she knows how to throw a punch when one is called for.
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  Height: 5’8”
  
  
  Weight: 132 lbs
  
  
  Hair: Dark brown in color, her hair is worn long and straight with but a single braid at the front that has a metal charm her sister gave to her tied into it with a leather cord.
  
  
  Eyes: Amber in color her eyes are slit vertically
  
  
  Notable Markings: Ragged scar across her back from just under her right shoulder blade to her hip.
  
  

• Appearance Notes

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  Other Characteristics: Due to her animal spirit Kaolin has four teeth that are cat-like in shape, sharp pointed nails and a tail that remains hidden in the folds of her cloak. The tail is gold in color with black markings (A smearing of stripes and spots) which can also be found painted down her back and is essentially used for balance while running at high speeds among other activities. There are pads at bottom of her hands and feet that are hardly distinguishable from the rest of her flesh save for the texture. Funnily enough her tongue has been effected by her feline double-nature and is the texture of a big cats. What comes along with that is that she can only taste a small amount of flavors. Compared to humans who have around 9,000 taste buds Kaolin has around 500-600. The cat-spirit also effects her internally. She has two voice boxes, one for talking and one for purring. Her spine is far more flexible than a humans allowing her to complete bizarre maneuvers and acrobatics. Her cerebellum is larger than a humans thus giving her better reflexes, reaction time, spatial orientation, balance and easier compartmentalization. On the down side of having the cerebellum larger than usual she is more susceptible to instinct and has a relatively hard to suppressing said urges when the time calls for it. Her senses are mostly animal and her eyes have tissue which reflect light (as such her eyes only require 1/6 the amount of light a human does), her skin has special sensory neurons that allow her to detect change in air pressure around her and she has a Jacobson Organ at the top of her mouth that works to help her catch a scent. Though her legs are the human in shape the muscles are far more developed, allowing her bursts of inhuman speed and powerful pouncing.
  
  
  Note: Able to eat raw meat

|Biography of Kaolin|

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• Personality
• History

• Kaolin has a very serious and aloof disposition that only ever disappears when alone with her little sister Keyin and sometimes not even then. She looks at everything from a survivalist perspective which leads people who meet her to believe she is cold uncaring. The truth of the matter is that she is not unfeeling but does not let her emotions get in the way of what needs to be done for her goals and Keyins' wellbeing. Material possessions mean little to nothing to her and it is rare that she acquires something that is not an 'essential' She holds a near perfect memory and a fault of hers is being unable to forget. In her book once something is done it cannot be undone and even if she attempts to forgive there will always be a bitter part of her that holds a grudge.
• Brief summary: Kaolin was born to a Kahao Mage class mother and a faceless father who left before she even breathed her first breath of air. In her earliest years of life she reverted to more of a kitten like existence as her mother left her almost completely unattended after her first birthday and spent her days chasing men, returning to their home only after successfully luring a one nightstand to her quarters. Kaolins' survival was only due to her animal side and it wasn't until she was in her fifth year that she began to observe an mimic human behaviors. It took her until her seventh year to pick up some semblance of the human language. In her ninth year her mother gave birth to another girl, Keyin and for a while she experienced the maternal side of her mother she hadn't witnessed since she was barely old enough to crawl. Though she took care of Keyin longer than she had Kaolin their mother was back to her old games by Keyins third year. Slightly bitter over her mothers blatant favoritism Kaolin left Keyin to her own devices for almost a week while her mother was out and spent her time in the woods as she was wont to do before Keyin arrived. After all, even though she couldn't remember it clearly, Kaolin knew that She herself had taken care of herself at an age much younger than Keyin. When she finally returned to the house to check on her (a part of her mutinously refused to simply forget about her sibling) she found that Keyin had not faired well at all. Malnourished and filthy, the tailed child had been curled against an open cabinet where food had resided but now no longer did. It was clear that she had attempted to feed herself at a time that she was too weak to do anything but crawl and though she had found food her state had deteriorated to far for her to scavenge. Apparently her sibling wasn't as savvy at survival as she was. The realization was sobering and Kaolin quickly pushed away the bitterness of her emotions, finding that she should have directed the emotion towards her mother and not her helpless sister. She took Keyin under her wing and took care of her and when her mother never returned she taught her how to take care of herself. After a year of waiting for her mother to return Kaolin forced them out of the house, taking with her a staff/spear of her mothers for protection, a hunting knife one of the one nightstands had ended up leaving and some old cloaks she found in the closet. They lived a nomadic life, traveling from place to place and sleeping and traveling mostly in forested areas. Kaolin would pick up the odd jobs to get what little currency she could for clothing and water and would hunt for their food. By Keyins sixth birthday they were adapted to the lifestyle but the younger sibling wanted desperately to find their mother. Kaolin, who had been telling her false tails of her mothers kindness the majority of the young kahoa's life was forced to agree and now they are searching for the illusionist.

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|General Information|

• Name
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• Age
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• Class
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• Appearance Notes
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  "I'm Keyin, no last name no middle name."
  
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  Female
  
  
  "Girl? Boy? Any other stupid questions?"--Keyin
  
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  Eight
  
  
  "I'm eight and I have a knife, does that make you nervous?"-- Keyin
  
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  Kahao- Wolf (Her unknown father was a Wolf Kahao)
  
  
  "Pet me and I'll bite you."​
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  Civilian
  
  
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  "Yea we're civilian. Bet my sis can still take you on."--Keyin
  
  
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  : 4’ 3”
  
  
  Weight: 76 lbs
  
  
  Hair: Silver/ grey hair cut in a short boy-ish bob which she often wears with two small braids on either side of her head.
  
  
  Eyes: Ice blue in color​
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  The most noticeable traits of her animal spirit are the fluffy grey and white tail, her teeth which are all unnervingly sharp like what would be found within a wolfs mouth, her long, hardened black nails, and faded markings that twine over her form subtly.
  
  
  Internally, her wolf-spirit has changed her senses and she has the ability to regurgitate food.
  
  
  Note: She can consume raw meat.
  
  
  

|Biography of Keyin|

• Personality
• History

• Loud and rambunctious, it's safe to say that Keyin is practically the polar opposite of her sister. She tends to act first think later with the exception of her nefarious escapades involving her strong kleptomaniac tendencies and even then her personality shines through with her bragging after the "mission" is complete. Keyin has a bit of hero-worship going towards her sister who she thinks the world of even when she's on the end of her ire. She'll pick fights with strangers for glancing at her beloved sibling wrong and if a frontal attack doesn't work she has no qualms about instigating revenge through underhanded sabotage or childish tricks with a cruel twist to them. Her androgynous appearance and behavior (which first began as a survival tactic thought up by her sister) is something she is proud of and takes pleasure in confusing people she meets with her behavior and speech. She hates being treated like a little kid and a pet peeve of hers is being patted on the head. She once thought it was her animal characteristics that drove her mom away and though Kaolin drove off those thoughts she still harbors an insecurity that rises up whenever someone does something that she interprets as negative towards them and she falls into a fury. She will indeed bite anyone her pets her head and she has a nasty habit of locking her jaw.
• Keyins' earliest full memories are of her sister Kaolin. If she thinks hard enough back she can visualize ghost like images of a faceless woman with curly brown hair but other than that she has no real memories of her mother let alone any of her father. On her fourth birthday Kaolin had taken them out of the shabby house and taught her how to survive in the forest. She never got the hang of tracking but by her sixth birthday she was adept enough at trapping game, and gathering edible nuts and berries to help her sister feed them. She picked up a bad habit of pick-pocketing and pinching at the age of five that carried onto her later years despite her sisters reprimanding. Her goal in life is to be as good as her sister and find the mother that abandoned them when they were kids (she has the notion that once she finds her they can be a family once again).----see Kaolins History tab for more information.

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• Naomhán Máel Coluim Lister
• Male
• 128
• Dwarf
• Knight
• He is a little shorter than a short man, but weighs just the same, due to many a hearty meal. He wears a special iron helm on his head, given to him by the skilled blacksmith, Shyama Suibhne Ramesha Reilly. She gave it to him after he managed to fend off a thief trying to snatch it. She was very grateful, as steel was scarce those days, and it was one of the finest pieces she had ever managed to forge. He wears it to this day as a sign of friendship towards Shyama Suibhne Ramesha Reilly, and as a trophy for defeating an enemy. He dresses lightly elsewhere, as the thick Cantillia Mountains protected the Dwarves from Olvscotia, and small thermals would sometimes rise from deep within their mines, unnecessarily warming them. He also carries his trusty battleaxe around most of the time, wary of evil people looking to get the jump on him. He named it Völundr, after his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, who had helped overthrow the High Council of Bran. He wasn't so well known outside the family, but it's a story they pass on from father to child nonetheless. As any self-respecting Dwarf does, he takes care of his beard with quite a passion. Everyday he wakes up early to comb and braid it; make sure he looked decent. He hasn't a single hair under his helm.

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|Biography of Naomhán Máel Coluim Lister|

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• Personality
• Family
• Family
• Occupation

• He learned from wise elders (the few that there are) about legends of scaly beasts they called "Dragons." They were made out to be fearsome, horrific creatures that terrorized everyone but the Elves and Fairies. The Elves and Fairies were told to be working with dragons, to wage war on Dwarves. For this reason, Naomhán hates both races. He was told these stories when he was young and gullible, so he grew up believing in them. His father, not wanting him to stray out of the mountains, and instead become a respectable blacksmith, told him a tale of a particularly evil Dragon that lived at the entrance to their caves, by the name of Cronus, which was a modification of the Dwarven word, "k'nromus, meaning "big" or "scary"(To Dwarves, big = frightening). Because of this story, he was terrified to even peek outside when he was a child. He grew up, ventured out, and found out it wasn't true, so he forgot the story. It still does leave him anxious when he leaves the caves though, and because he doesn't remember, he blames it on homesickness. This constant feeling makes him diligent when leaving home, always trying to catch an invisible enemy that was sneaking up on him. Usually he stays up at night, keeping watch, and becomes exhausted the next day.
  
  
  He's very trustful of other Dwarves, since they told him these stories he feels as if they were trying to protect him. He's very easy to make friends with fellow Dwarves, and especially lets his guard down when he's in the Cantillia Mountains. He oftentimes has a drink with friends at a local pub when he's not travelling, usually drinking too much. He's very loud and open when he's in this state.
  
  
  He is very brash; he is the one to charge into battle without listening to the strategic plan first. He was taught to be a warrior, and he feels planning is useless if you're more skilled and stronger than the enemy. He is a very honorable fighter, never killing an unarmed foe and not being very open to things like backstabbing or treachery. He prefers fighting on even (not even as in flat, even as in fair) ground, even if it will mean costing him the battle.
• Naomhán Máel Coluim Lister was born to his father, Timour Jethro Theodoric Lister, and his mother, Ea Róisín Kai Máel. His father is a not very well renowned blacksmith specializing in iron, but great in Naomhán's eyes. He wanted Naomhán to take over his forge when he became of age, instead of doing what he does now. His mother is a simple seamstress, creating clothes for the local village. Many poor Dwarves are very grateful to her for providing them with free clothing. She doesn't mind, as the King pays her a little gold to provide her with more cloth to use, since she's such a big help to her village. He has one brother as of now; two in total. The second one had died at birth. It's a sad story the whole family grieves over, as the baby looked as if it was healthy and would be born with ten fingers and ten toes, but he was snatched away unfairly. His brother is named
• Symeon Máel Yeho'ash Lister, and he is twelve years younger than Naomhán, four years younger than the child that didn't make it. He is a blacksmith that is being tutored by their father, eventually going to run the forge. The father's occupation is usually supposed to go to the eldest son, but Naomhán showed no interest.
• He works as a bodyguard to the merchant Njáll Adamu Tybalt Niklasson. Njáll had royal ancestors, and they had Knighted Naomhán's uncle, Mattheus Sören Otto Elmersson. They Knighted Naomhán after learning that he wanted to follow his uncle's footsteps. He was grateful for this chance to be a proud warrior, and vowed his service to Njáll. Of course, with the merchant's permission, he would gladly charge into battle against the Elves and the Fairies. Njáll was constantly being harassed by shifty thieves wanting his gold and precious wares, and fellow merchants, jealous of his success. This was a perfect opportunity to test his mettle. Njáll pays him on a regular basis, but Naomhán would do it even without the pay. It will help him train and give him a chance to explore other cities.

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[Nico]

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• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• It's pronounced O-dee- Odde
  
  
  Odde Bertone
• I'm a boy- Odde
  
  
  Male
• I was fifteen last time I checked- Odde
  
  
  15
• Human
• I can summon some cool beasts, wanna see?- Odde
  
  
  Beast Summoner
• The tattoos on his arms and face are permanent.

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|Biography of Odde Bertone|

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• Personality
• History

• Odde is your average wild child, untamed in every way. He doesn't listen well to others and enjoys his freedom as a child. Odde is loudmouthed and sometimes has no filter to what he says. He then later regrets it, due to not having a filter of any kind he often says what he thinks and most often enough finds himself in a heap load of trouble. Odde despite being wild he cares very much for his family, friends and beasts.
  
  
  Odde does have a darker side though, he can be quite the savage when angered. Once he ordered his main beast Alla to attack a man, who tried to kill his mother. One thing that he will not stand for is people attacking his family. Thus he is very over protective and when he feels he is threatened or those he loves are threatened, he will attack. Odde has a sarcastic side aswell, making sarcastic comments to lighten the mood or just to make a point. He is a bit of a jokester not really taking things seriously at times. Despite being young Odde is very independent other then the fact he uses his beasts to fight, at times he will fight with a dagger if he doesn't have enough magic to summon.
• Odde comes from a long line of Beast tamers and summoners. He wasn't born into noble blood nor was he born into poor blood, he was born into the middle class society. His grandmother would tell him the stories of the different eras from the beginning of time to the grey era to the blood shed of the Council of Bran. He spent his childhood in a small house in the City of Bran. He lived with his mother and grandparents, his father was killed when he was younger, but no one ever told him why.
  
  
  He summoned his first beast at age ten and named him Alla, Alla is his faithful companion that stood by him loyally through thick and thin. His mother soon found out and taught him the ways of the summoner, due to the fact that she too was a summoner. Odde was schooled restlessly with summoning from his mother and history and other subjects from his grandmother. He tried his hardest to be the best summoner there was.
  
  
  Soon came a rainy day in Bran when his mother got sick, and the doctor told him she only had months to live. Greatly depressed by the fact he swore to her that he would be the best he could be and happily he got a smile from this. He juggled his studies and caring for his ailing mother like clockwork. Mornings he would care for his mother and afternoons he would study. All was not meant to last though, soon his mother's sickness got the best of her and she passed away.
  
  
  He self trained himself from then. He soon knew all his grandmother could teach him and as time went on she got older. He got a job at the local market with an animal seller, he took care of the animals as they reminded him of his own beasts. He didn't make much but, just enough to get by. Everyday though he wishes he could see the outside places that his grandmother told him about. Though he couldn't bring himself to leave home, not while his grandmother is till alive anyways.

 

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• Vyra Amicus Scrudelia/Jaune Arc
• Male
• Twenty
• Mixed
• Civilian
• He stands at around 6'0 and continues to grow
  
  
  He has the rune seen here on his body. It will not always visible, as it tends to vanish and reappear at a later time:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/image.jpg.b3459356a68dde1a40e71768a5986232.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="6606" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/image.jpg.b3459356a68dde1a40e71768a5986232.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

|Biography of Vyra Amicus Scrudelia/Jaune Arc|

• Personality
• History

• Vyra enjoys living in peace, which the kingdom of Bran has offered to him. He prefers to lead a simple life, rather than engaging in outrageous activities. His appreciation for an average life is one of the many reasons he remains as a civilian. This isn't to say that he's the embodiment of peace and quiet, but he does have an appreciation for it. As long as the kingdom is at peace, as is he and his life.
  
  
  He is a generally calm individual, which coincides with his preferred lifestyle. He is able to keep his cool more than the average person, but he is not completely composed at all times. Like all people, he can tend to lose his composure and loose calmness. This isn't in a sense of anger, but more in the area of being baffled by certain situations. While anger is an emotion he hardly experiences, it can always take hold of him when pushed too far. However, that would require a great deal of pushing.
  
  
  As a result of his focus on education as a child, Vyra is very intelligent. His knowledge is not limited to studies, as he possesses a great deal of street smarts as well. Although he doesn't intend to use the ability, Vyran has a knack for strategy development. The strategies he creates aren't always traditional, as he enjoys creating unique and innovative plans. All of this requires a great deal of insight, which he thankfully has. Things like philosophy come naturally to him and he has a talent for expressing his thoughts and public speaking. Although he possesses a great mind that is undoubtedly superior to many, he is not omnipotent. No one can truly know what will always happen next and he is no exception to this.
  
  
  Although his intellect may give others the impression that he focuses solely on knowledge and possesses no physical strength, this couldn't be further from the truth. Vyran is extremely skilled with a blade, which may be surprising to some. Despite being a person who values peace and quiet, Vyra has always had a passion for the sword. Warriors and Mages alike fill his family tree, so his talents run through his blood. Having a father who was a member of the Knights of Redemption also attributed to his skill. Despite his high degree of skill and overall enjoyment of practicing with a blade, Vyra has no intention of becoming a warrior and only sees his training as a hobby. After all, he enjoys his somewhat normal life.
  
  
  Along with his abilities in swordplay, Vyra also possesses skill in magic. Along with Warriors, Vyra came from a long line of Mages, granting him his magical capabilities. However, he hardly sees it as a skill. Unlike his ancestors, Vyra could not perform spells properly. The most he could possibly manage would be a unstable fireball at a novice level. However, Vyra is able to use his magic effectively in spite of this. The family sword that has been around since their first generation, has been continuously improved and modified by respecatble Mages of all kinds. The blade works as a catalyst for Vyra's magical energy and allows him to use spells perfectly, but only with the sword in use. Despite not being able to properly cast spells on his own, Vyra possesses a large amount of magical energy that he is able to fuel the sword with. While he has become proficient in its use, Vyra still has much to learn.
  
  
  Vyra is an accepting person and will not pass judgement on others. Despite tendencies to slightly overreact to wild situations, he eventually comes to accept them. No matter how much he may disagree with someone or become offput by what they say or do, he will never judge them and write them off. Unless someone does something truly barbaric or out of line, he will always be accepting of them. However, if he truly disapproves of something or someone, he will let his opposition be known and do what he feels is right.
  
  
  Along with his acceptance of others, Vyra is a kind and caring person. He will never truly act rudely unless something or someone truly warrants it. He is generally polite to everyone and tries his best to be respectful. He is willing to help anyone, even without fully knowing the situation, but he will hesitate of he gets a bad feeling. Along with his caring personality, Vyra is also quite protective.
  
  
  Vyra is protective of those he cares for and almost anybody he meets. One of the periods in his life that really defined his protectiveness, was when he came across his Dragon egg. From the time he found it, he became protective over the egg, not allowing to come to harm. He acted like a true parent to the egg and took very good care of it. His treatment of the egg can also seen as motherly, as he often shows the traits of a mother, but he would never admit it die to embarrassment. Even as an adult, he still gets embarrassed. His father is a main contributor to this. However, he has never been extremely embarrassed and all reactions are very mild, with him becoming more meek and a slight reddening.
• The tale of Vyra dates back to around 1700 years ago, when Qrago was still a newly born creation. Since man has existed, so has the family line of the Arc. They are a family as old as the lands and they have continued to carry on their blood. The Arc Family is a unique line, not only consisting of the human race, but others as well. If you were to take a look at the Arc family tree, you would notice that there are very few marriages between those of the same race. The men and women of this family would be bound to a member of another race an create families with them. They were perhaps the first family to interbreed, as it was not very abundant in the olden days.
  
  
  As hundreds of years passed, the Arc family line continued to thrive, their mixed blood never wavering. All races can be found in every members blood and they possess the unique traits of each, much like how breeders do with their livestock. Mixed races would mate with others who were mixed and continuously create beings that represesnted harmony.
  
  
  Along with a multitude of races, the members of Arc varied in their skills. From Summoners to Knights and Assassins to Elemntalists, everything imaginable has been included into this unique family line. There have been plenty famous historical figures who bared the name of Arc, such as Ulturm The Wise, a very influential philosopher, inventor, and Mage. Many of the Arcs can be found in records and history books, detailing their contributions to the world and achievements. One of the names that comes to mind when people hear the name, is Jia of Arc. Even to this day, it is still unclear if the woman possesses any blood relation to the Arc family.
  
  
  After hundreds of years, the Arc blood now flows through the veins of the one called Jaune, or Vyra, as the boy prefers. The babe was born to one of the most well-known Arcs for his status as a Knight of Redemption and a mixed woman who took mostly after her Elven blood. The babe looked almost completely Human, despite his mixed heritage, but he still possessed some of his mother's Elven features. The most noticeable thing about this boy, was the mark that glowed upon his chest where his heart would be. However, this mark quickly vanished and wouldn't make an appearance in the boy's life until later.
  
  
  As a boy, Vyra, or Jaune at the time, had a lot of ambitioun. He sought to have many adventures like his father and explore the world. He wanted to make himself known and engrave his name into history. He wanted to experience everything he could and make sure he lived after death, making himself and others proud of this. However, as he grew a bit older, these dreams and aspirations dissappeared, just like his father.
  
  
  The older he got, it seemed like Jaune's father visited less and less. His position as a Knight of Redemption kept him busy and away from home, but he would always visit a few times a week. However, days to turned to weeks, weeks became months, and months quickly changed into years. His father hardly visited and he barely even saw a letter. Even when he would write home, saying he'd be coming home, Jaune would never see the man's face, waiting well into the night and staring at the front door.
  
  
  Jaune began to grow an animosity toward the man. How could he call himself a father and yet leave your wife and child at home, buying into false promises of return? He considered what his father did as abandonment and he couldn't understand why his mother didn't think the same. The woman still had the same love for him that she had the day they were married and he couldn't see why. He had left her on her own with a child who wasn't even at the age of ten. While he did support them with his salary from being a Knight, he still didn't see one thing the man did that was worth a damn.
  
  
  Even at his young age, he took up the positionas man of the house and worked hard to fulfill the position his father had left empty. He completely abandoned his dreams as an adventurer and focused on more practical things that would support his family. He focused on education and didn't participate in childish things such as playing in the fields. He wanted to get a job so he could provide a stable income for he and his mother, as he didn't trust his father to always be there to pay a bill.
  
  
  While he wanted nothing to do with a life of adventuring or anything that didn't have to do with getting a well-paying job, he couldn't get rid of his passion for the sword. He didn't want to be like his father in any way, but it seemed that he had passed on his live of the blade. Sometimes he thought he would be good as an adventurer with his skills in swordsmanship, but he would quickly push those thoughts away. Swordsmanship was merely a hobby, not a career that would put food on the table.
  
  
  As he grew more into this personality, he began to notice a faint blue glow that would appear on his chest. He remembered that he had experienced something similar when his father was still around, but he could t exactly remember. As the glow increased, he began to experience a time in his life he called The Black Period. The reason for this name, was because of the several blackouts he suffered, which he also sometimes experienced as a younger child. He could t remember what he did or what happened. Eventually the blackouts stopped and the blue glow and became a symbol over his heart, the same one that had appeared on his chest when he was born. He was curious about what it meant, but he pushed it aside and kept it to himself.
  
  
  Around this time, he began a period of his life where he began to experiment with magic. He knew that there were Mages in his family line and he was curious about it. He knew it wasn't going to help him in life, but he couldn't help be drawn to it. As he practiced with magic, he took note that he was awful at it. He could hardly cast the most basic spells.
  
  
  His mother noticed what he was doing and began to help him with this issue. She knew a few Mages from her days when she was still part of her old village in the forest and thought they could help her son with his dilemma. As it would turn out, Jaune had a very high aptitude for magic, but he just couldn't properly execute spells. At this, his mother knew just the thing.
  
  
  In the Arc family, there had been a sword that existed since the beginning of their line. It had been handed down from generation to generation, being adjusted and improved by powerful Mages and Warriors of the family. Now, that blade had found its way into the hands of the young Jaune.
  
  
  The sword had underwent multiple enchantments and it was no surprise that Jaune had managed to actually use Magic. The sword was a catalyst for the magical energy that he couldn't properly manage, due to its high levels. The sword worked like a wand, allowing Jaune to grasp a hold on Magic.
  
  
  As time went by, Jane continued to focus on his studies, while also training in swordsmanship and Magic. Along with this, Jaune had also grown a larger dislike of his father. His animosity grew to the point where he had even changed his name. Rather than being associated with his father and the name of Arc, Jaune took up his mother's maiden name. Instead of Jaune Arc, he was now Vyra Amicus Scrudelia.
  
  
  When Vyra finished his education at the top of his class, he immediately went into work. He had many opportunities for fantastic jobs, but they were far away from home and he couldn't do that to his mother. So, Vyra began to take jobs that were in close proximity to his home, such as helping out the local blacksmith and being a farmhand. It wasn't easy work, especially since he took many jobs, but he got to be close to his mother and pay was good. All the training he did really paid off in the end.
  
  
  Around this time, one of the most important events in Vyra's life began. After going into the forest on a job to collect lumber, Vyra lost track of time trying to get as much as he could. Before he knew it, he was lost in the woods and he could hardly see a thing. Luckily , he wasn't completely useless in magic and he was able to form a tiny flicker of fire with magic.
  
  
  As he made his way through the dark forest, he heard sound of growling. He thought it might have been a dog, so he followed the growls, hoping that its owner could direct him out of the darkness. Unfortunately, he was mistaken and was met with the sight of what looked like wolves. He began to sneak away, not wanting to face the fury of the creatures, but something stopped him. Upon further inspection, he noticed that they were surrounding what appeared to be an egg.
  
  
  When Vyra saw the egg, he immediately felt the need to help it. The egg was out in the dark alone and could, its parents nowhere to be found. In a way, the egg reminded him of himself. He recklessly charged in and quickly took hold of the egg. He then began to run from the creature who had just lost their perspective dinner. He continued running, blind as a bat, until he tripped on a branch and slid down a hill.
  
  
  As he he slid, he protected the egg as best as he could from a nasty fall. After a painful fall, Vyra opened his eyes to see that the egg presses against his chest was glowing. He was memorized by the changing colors and their swirls. It was like the entire universe was in this egg.
  
  
  As the light grew brighter, Vyra noticed a cave and began to travel through it. The cave was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Crystals hung from the cieling and stuck out from the ground, glistening with beauty like the crystal clear waters inside of this cave. He continued to travel, until he found his way out, covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt. However, Vyra had a smile on his face. Without this egg, he would've never seen such a beautiful sight in a world he had taken so seriously. He hadn't taken the time to apreciate the world's beauty after focusing so much on the future and he was grateful to this egg.
  
  
  And so, Vyra began to raise this egg and took it home. He was like a parent to this egg, nurturing it and being protective. In many ways, he was like a mother, which his own mother would comment on. The cave that he had found became their special place and where he would go to relax and appreciate life's bristly like he had on that night. He doesn't know what's in this egg or what it will being when it hatches, but he will care for it all the same and hopes that it will remember the connection they shared from before its birth.
  
  
  Now a young adult, Vyra wants nothing more than to be a good son to his living mother. He wants a quiet and peaceful life, unlike the life he wanted as a child. He would t be like his father and leave a wife and son at home while he was out playing hero.

 

[Akihito]

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|General Information|

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• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Lilian Sefrailia
• Female
• Twenty-three years old.
• Human
• Knight
• Lilian is about 5'9"
  
  
  Her shield is almost as big as she is which tires her after a while.
  
  
  Lilian's hammer (Total size about the size of her head and hand combined) was designed specifically for her and no one else is able to wield it with ease.(Although they can but with difficulty)

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|Biography of Lilian Sefraila|

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• Personality
• History

• Lilian is a strong-willed and kind maiden knight. She is very friendly and outgoing. Lilian tries to see the good in people, never the bad. She is a bit naive and trusts people too much which has led her to quite a bit of trouble but no one can say that Lilian wasn't a great friend. She is extremely loyal to her fellow knights, family, and friends. Lilian is not one who will give up easily. She will try her hardest and go beyond what everyone tells her and won't back down.
  
  
  In combat she is ruthless and deadly. Her personality is very different while fighting. She appears to be deep in concentration and she never speaks. Past enemies have all agreed that when you meet her in battle, there is a certain aura that makes you want to flee. She is terrible and ferocious as she is beautiful and fearless.
• Lilian was born to a poor farmer family. She was very weak and her parents were told she would not survive fore more than a week. Lilian's parents prayed to the gods to bless and save their only daughter. To this day, no one knows how but the gods supposedly *answered* their prayers. Lilian started to grow stronger and healthier. By age 5 she was running around the family farm, helping her father with various jobs. It soon became very noticeable that Lilian was strong. Stronger than anyone her age. That strength just kept getting better. When Lilian came of age, she could pull a 200 pound cart to the village and back to her farm without any trouble.
  
  
  At a young age, Lilian's father had shown her how to fight with the most unlikely weapon. A warhammer. More commonly seen with dwarves. Lilian preferred this weapon. It will hurt but won't kill. By age 18, with her strength and war hammer mastery, she was the strongest fighter in her village. After making a deep and hard decision, she earned the consent of her parents and went off into the world to become a Knight, wanting to fight for honor and the righteous. She would've chosen Paladin but she still held childish dreams of love and romance.
  
  
  When she turned 20, she was already making a name for herself as a mercenary who only accepted jobs that seemed the most righteous. While enlisted to a noble Lord, she valiantly defended her Lord while his personal bodyguards fled from the battlefield. She held back the waves of rebels and brought her Lord back to safety, sustaining multiple injuries. For her bravery, the grateful Lord knighted her in the presence of his family and other nobles.
  
  
  From thence forth, she would be regarded as a member of that Lord's family. Lilian was eternally grateful for his gift but soon left to find harder and difficult missions.

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[Tyra]

Kind of a mix between these two pictures. Has the physical anatomy of the first reference but the coloring and some of the minor aspects from the second.

|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Tyracia Glacier (Tyra for short)
• Female
• 84
• Dragon
• Ice Elemental
• Stands at approx. 10 feet from claws to forehead and is approx. 14 feet from chest to tip of her tail. Her main body scales are of a dark navy blue, contrasting against the pale, robin's egg blue of the chest plates that protect her underbelly. Two sets of glistening white horse protrude from her elegantly sculpted head while her eyes reveal a deep, sensual violet. A metallic blade encases the tip of her long tail, posing as a deadly weapon if one were to get clipped by it. Her claws are also white and pale blue markings adorn her body, evidence of her Ice Dragon heritage.

|Biography of (Tyracia Glacier, Dragoness of Ice)|

• Personality
• History

• Calm, collected, methodical, careful. Coming from an ancient bloodline of Ice Dragons who've always seemed to inhabit Olvscotia, she fully well knows her ancestors as a silent, yet wise race of Dragons. As such, she has inherited that quiet nature of thinking before acting. However, not to say that as a juvenile her curiosity doesn't get the better of her now and then, which has resulted many a time getting caught in dangerous situations. To some she is considered sly and not to be trusted, but at heart she is truly just careful and afraid to put her trust in anyone. After the horrendous massacre of the Dragons, her entire life has pretty much been spent in hiding, though the deadly ice trap of Olvscotia has made things easier, due to the very minute population that inhabits the frozen Cantillia Mountains.
• Tyra's life began of course where every Dragon's does, in an egg. Her parents were both of the element ice and protected her fiercely when the villages decided to try and take the egg for their own purposes. Due to the threat, her father carved out a secret cave at the base of the the Cantillia Mountains, shrouded by snow drifts and eclipsed by a rocky overhang. There she was stored away, her parents hoping that she would hatch in a time of peace, when there wasn't so much tension among the villagers. One morning during a terrible blizzard, her father decided to go to the source of the threat and destroy the town that endangered their only precious offspring. He never returned... Months passed as Tyra's egg was carefully hidden away and guarded by her mother, all the while villagers scouring the entire mountain range. Eventually the villages gave up, exasperated at not being able to discover the egg's location, figuring it must not have survived.
  
  
  Years passed by and the egg had yet to hatch. If she had been a normal fire Dragon, she indeed never would have survived; however, because of her genes, the snowy environment was perfect for her incubation, and finally after four long years, the egg's shell chipped away as Tyra made her way to the outside world, much to the relief of her exhausted, nervous mother. Of course, what followed was only natural. Her mother taught her hatchling the ropes, lavishing her with all love she had left in her broken heart. Tyra believes that's what eventually took her life in the end. When Dragons mate, they mate for life...and Tyra's mother was in constant grief over her deceased beloved. Not long after Tyra's fiftieth birthday, her mother passed away, knowing she had fulfilled her purpose and done the best she could for her daughter. Ever since then, Tyra has been living deep in the mountains, always watching the villages...the people responsible for her father's and eventually her mother's deaths... After the tragic end to her parents, she has become reserved, never feeling she can trust anyone other than herself, especially Humans after they murdered the only family she ever had, depriving her from any relationship with her father.
  
  
  Occasionally Tyra ventures close to the surviving villages, bewildered at their will to live in such an deadly area fraught with snowstorms, avalanches, and the like. Yet still thy remained, plowing through the snowdrifts and making their meager living. She has always been careful not to be seen, but occasionally one of the townspeople would catch a glimpse, a hint of her somewhere. And thus, rumors began to circulate of "the egg that survived". These rumors of Dragon existence re-emerging slowly trickled not only throughout the tribes of Olvscotia but the neighboring lands as well.

 

[Kryance]

Head details ~


-About 5 1/2 inches wider and longer than the average human head.


-Will have hooked horns from underneath the jaw.


-Larger and smaller spines on the head that stretch behind it.


-A sharper collection of teeth, which somehow causes the jaw to be pushed further out only by 1 /2 cm.


-Narrow nostrils.


-Rings for a pupil.


Torso Details~


-Skinny and muscular, starts to get real skinny towards the hips.


Arm Details~


-Long and somewhat muscular, four arms.


-3 in spines running up the wrist, and ends at the elbow.


-four, long fingers with pointed claws at the end. (Pull back your middle finger and that's what the hand looks like.)


Leg and Hip Details~


- Hips are bony and have small spines sticking out from the waist.


-Legs are long and are shaped like dragon legs, but not scaly at all.


-Feet are heavily padded for uncomfortable terrain, and large claws, almost look like dragon feet.

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|General Information|

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• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Xer'Chi
• Female
• 23
• Kahao : Taurloc
• Ranger
• http://www.deviantart.com/art/Ranger-309088930 <---What she wears for on the hunt. Xer'Chi usually wears a black robe and hides her weapons carefully in order to show no harm, and keep out of trouble. She also has a scared symbol on her neck that means says "Reaf ta na'mie numa'ran" which means "Choose your path wisely." She also has a few scars she wishes that weren't there that lie upon her neck and back. Xer'Chi towers at about 7'5" since she is female. (Males are about 8'3" MAX)

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|Biography of Xer'Chi|

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• Personality
• History

• Xer'Chi is a rather quiet individual. She tends to not respond to others on purpose because she feels that she is going to get asked a serious question. But all she looks for is money and adventure, nothing about "friendship" and such things. Xer'Chi rarely makes friends and unusually enjoys fun activities. But it can come in handy with having a Taurlocian Ranger around. Other than that, she can open slightly if you say the right things. But again, it can very hard to understand and cooperate with this broken child, due to her past.
• Ever since her birth, she was always interested in exploring and finding new things to do other than playing with acorns with little faces tied to a stick. Xer'Chi was more interested in hunting with her father, and learning how to use the bow at a very young age. But when she was about 13 there was an invasion at night. The humans had breached in through smaller, defenseless villages just for the fun of it. Xer'Chi's father sprinted towards the action and fought for his people. She wanted to help, but her mother said no and she had stayed, frightened to hear if there was a death in her family. But when her mother wasn't aware, little Xer'Chi scuttled off to a hill with her bow and a few arrows.
  
  
  Without a doubt, she began to search for her father with a fast beating heart. When she neared the end of her search, she gasped, seeing her father fight an armored warrior with an ax. Xer'Chi's father fought back brutally with dominating punches that would surely crack a few bones. She was worried, drew an arrow and focused on the fight. But when she had fixed her optics upon the conflict, she saw her father beaten on the ground with the head of the ax stuck in his chest. "Pa'ia!" She called, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Without a word, she scrambled to her feet and began to run towards the man who had killed him. With a belly full of fire, she jumped towards the man and pierced an arrow through his shoulder. Surely, the human was angry and turned, grabbed Xer'Chi by the throat and brought her to her knees.
  
  
  After that, she was thrown to the ground and was allowed to breath. Before the human could kill her, she was suddenly rescued by two women, then told to run as fast as she can into the desert lands of Samaria.
  
  
  Days passed after the attack. She decided to turn from the barren lands ahead and return to her village desperately looking for help. But when Xer'Chi arrived, everything was torn and empty, but the only thing that was left was destruction and sorrow. Before she can sob, she headed to her home and gathered the last things it had, and walked away forever. Nothing was left. Nothing at all, but a quiver, arrows, a bow, and a robe her size. Till this day, she is searching for the man who killed her father.

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[Croissant]

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“Diamonds look the same as broken glass to me.”- Jonasu Ahn Zixin, showing his un-interest in money or material items to a merchant

|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes
• Equipment and Extra

• “No, No. Not Jona, JonaSU.” - Jonasu explains to a little girl hopelessly.
  
  
  Jonasu Zixin/ Jonasu Arc/ Jonasu Ahn, whichever works
• “I AM NOT A GIRL!” - Jonasu, shouting at a larger man as he slams a pillar of ice into him.
  
  
  Male
• "I am 16." - Jonasu
  
  
  16
• Human, Dominant traits of a mysterious foreign country Matiao, some people notice him similar to Jin Ahn of the long ago legend, which makes some approach him and befriend him and others avoid or attack him.
• Water/Ice Elementalist
• 5'7 and growing
  
  
  -142 pounds
  
  
  - He has Raven black hair and bears appearances of his ancestors community. It is a bit surprising how dominant the traits were. The only thing that suggests he is the slightest bit Salisonian are his cold dark blue eyes
  
  
  -He usually wears attire slightly similar to Matiao, well as much as he's heard of it. From illustrations and research of the country, he wears odd looking black leather sandals that are extremely durable and allow him to be quite silent. He also wears slim black pants made of a very flexible cloth, with foot wraps wrapped up to half his calf, he wears a white cloth shirt and a cloak that reaches to about his glutes with a hood. He has several things hidden under his cloak. Mostly to enhance his magic. He wears finger-less gloves as well
  
  
  -He has small pack that is clipped on his side. He has some throwing knives and rations, small things inside it.
  
  
  -Quite muscular for his size but he is mostly lean type of muscle. But it is noticeable.
  
  
  
• - He carries around around throwing knives and daggers among his cloak and small pouch
  
  
  - His ice weapons can be as hard as low grade iron but it takes energy so he prefers to make them as hard as rock.
  
  
  - Jonasu suffers a Brutal Nightmare Syndrome, he has nightmares a lot but they've been slowing down lately.
  
  
  - He has VERY high reflexes and intense quick thinking. But to sort of balance that he isn't very strong only average. But he can fight pretty fast and process things at an intense rate. So when you think you have him with a swing he would drop his ice weapon let it be shattered by the weapon and already be behind you with a reformed spike from the shattered pieces of his old weapon.

|Biography of Jonasu Arc Zixin|

• Personality
• The Early Days
• A Cold Teacher
• Apprentice of Ice
• A Homecoming and a Hasty Goodbye

• Jonasu is a kind, Innocent, patient, and disciplined person to put it simply. Jonasu enjoys to help others as his daily chores. Since he explores the land to figure out more about his famous Ancestor, Jin Of Arc, who's true name is believed to be Jihn Ahn but the land nicknamed her as that famous surname. He takes pride of even having the slightest bit of the woman's blood and having such dominant traits. He considers himself lucky for the most part. Jonasu has a bit of a habit to getting himself involved in things and getting in problems, such as fights. He's learned how to fight but not much, he studied the style of Maitao fighting as much as he could and still tries to look for more. But due to how limited knowledge he has and how stubborn he can be at times with mixing it with Salisonia he has to resort to mixing the two fighting styles and constantly customizing
  
  
  Okay we got a bit off task there but let's continue, Jonasu is quiet around new people and doesn't usually expect people to approach him. He is very conservative and logical about situations and problems. He usually prefers not to drag people into his problems because it either slows him down or puts others in danger. But he never seems to realize that being alone means all the more risk towards him. Jonasu has always been a sucker for children, he likes to protect and take care of them many times. Such as with the small girl as he tried to explain is name to her. He honestly believes if he acts a bit more unforgiving people will avoid from being around him but he just can't do that with the little adorable runts, it seems impossible to him.
  
  
  Patience is a virtue. One of his best quotes which even he, an extremely patient person cannot follow at times. Especially when someone mistakes him as a woman. Due to his slender legs and his body shape, when wearing a cloak he would look a bit female unless you looked closely. The mistake mostly happens with drunk men that look at him from behind but from the few times that it's happened. He's gone slightly over board. He nearly killed one of them if it wasn't for his companion.
  
  
  One of his sort of "Flaws" or maybe that's how he can consider it at times, he is quite uniquely good looking, his small traits of Salisonian seem to keep him from looking completely (Asian) Maitaonian. The unique and otherworldly characteristics sometimes attract the attention of females. It's a sort of beauty he has that attracts many, oddly he is quite innocent and oblivious to flirting or the implication of sex or love. You would have to be a bit blunt for him to understand, it's not that he isn't interested in a relationship. It's just he's never really delved in to the topic and doesn't understand it very well, which is why he is so confused around women, well, more than what the average man is at least. But his reactions to romance can be quite priceless or considered cute as he learns. The only true slight romance he had was at the age of 13 with an old friend. But that was simply child's idiocy he usually says to himself. The only woman he usually show's interest in is his Ancestor Jin Ahn or Jin of Arc by the people of Salisonia.
  
  
  Jonasu is incredibly smart, tricky, and strategic, even though he doesn't like to play dirty sometimes it's required to survive. An Example is that he fought a Fire Elementalist and was being beaten, he was very weak so he simply raised some water from the floor and made it look like a spike as it pointed at the man's neck. Little did the man know Jonasu did not have the strength at the time to freeze or even use the water to attack him. The bluff was successful and Jonasu was rewarded. In reality Jonasu can be more of a pacifist unless the situation calls for fighting. He likes to be organized about things and plans in his day, but he tends not to do so on weekends and simply go with the flow. But sometimes he simply ends up sleeping in. Jonasu has a large fear of his nightmares. Even if it may sound silly he can sometimes start shrieking or punching around in his nightmares, since they are so damn brutal, they terrify him. He suffers a Nightmare Disorder really but his nightmares are different many times. But the most frequent is him being hanged and burned along with several others. He doesn't understand why but he believes it can sometimes have to do with how influenced and against he is about how Jin was treated in the past. From what he's heard in legends and such. A slight note, when he is embarrassed he can become quite meek and due to his already slightly rosy cheeks, redden quickly.
• "When Jonasu Arc Zixin was first brought to the Era of The Monarchy, when his first cry was heard by others, I wondered what he would one day become....I know now." Replim Eosphoros, speaking to her husband, Johnathan Zixin as they find the note their only son had left them before he left the house.
  
  
  Ever since a young age our Hero has shone in the eyes of his parents, well just like any child would but the small family put pride in their only son. When Jonasu was 1 him and his family had a portrait painted of themselves and hung in the main hall. The difference between the parents was shocking, it almost seemed as if the child was really from Maitao, or adopted. But this didn't seem to matter for Replim and Johnathan Zixin. They were only happy of having their son. The Zixin family was one of many that are descendants of the famous, or sometimes infamous Jin Arc or Jihn Ahn in Maitao. Which means they have been mostly in hiding, trying to stay away from the small percentage still hatred filled racist civilians. Even though the percentage is low and threat low. There are still some who hunt down descendants of Arc, no matter how many of them there are. The Zixin's since they are a more direct line, even major, try to stay away from others, many of the line have been of the outcome and safety of their family. Using their Ancestor's death as a large example for this. The first time Jonasu truly experienced interaction with others was on his first birthday when the painting was put in the main hall. As Jonasu grew older at around the age of 4 he noticed his mother had a acrobatic background while his father was an ex knight of redemption. He would stay by his mother's side most of the time wanting to learn about acrobatics, which he did for most of his life, which is what explains his agility and speed, as well as his dexterity. As the years flew by and the young Jonasu continued to grow, he grew farther and farther away from his father to a point he considered him an acquaintance or a simple adult that he had to respect. Not exactly as his "dad" many times, this was at 6 years of age.
  
  
  As the years passed by, Replim tried to bring them together as father and son. But mostly they would simply sit next to each other and not talk. She sometimes thought it was a crisis that deserved attention but they would always say it was their way of talking, and they would end up laughing. Now 7 years of age this was when Jonasu first took a true interest in Water/Ice Magic and Maitao, where his ancestor was from and what his looks resembled. Instead of hiding he took pride that he was different looking from the rest of Salisonia's people, but he still felt misplaced, as if he belonged in Maitao. He always had this throughout the rest of his days, as if he didn't really belong in Salisonia. But he still liked Salisonia, he just showed more interest in the mysterious continent of Maitao. This lead the young child to his studied on Maitao. Although due to his parents he couldn't really go very far aside from their knowledge and the local library. So he waited. He waited for the day he could escape.
• On his 8th birthday Jonasu showed his parents his ability of Ice Magic, as well as his water magic but using Ice on his first try is a bit an accomplishment, it surprised both of them how much talent their child had and only led them to adoring him even more. He had stumbled upon a book on magic in his research of Maitao when he accidentally knocked over a bookshelf in the Library. After he received a scolding from the old librarian he read the book and analyzed it page by page. By the 2nd night he was done with the long book and it was time to practice. He wasn't sure how his parents would react to him using magic so he practiced and planned the day he would show them, that day would be his day of birth. Surely a day of happiness and celebration would keep them from punishing him, hopefully. At first it was difficult but Elementalism of Ice and Water taught him one thing, patience. He needed to learn to move with the flow of the water as he controlled it, and slowly, he did. As the day approached he figured out how to control the temperature of the water. In the book it mentioned how to boil or evaporate the water but nothing about freezing ice. He figured in battle it would be much more useful to use ice in many ways. So he practiced his performance and decided to create his parents their favorite animals. The day of his birthday he went to his parents and asked
  
  
  "Mom, Dad, what are your favorite animals?" Jonasu asks
  
  
  His mother and father look at him a bit curiously but say a monkey (dad) and a elephant (mom) just so their son can be satisfied. Jonasu lifted the water from their cups and made rough sculptures of a money and a elephant. For a moment there was silent until his mother stood and congratulated, complimenting his skills and his father even showed a look of approval and surprise. Being the connected man he was, Johnathan Zixin clearly notices his son's talent and decides to find a teacher for him. The best he could find, and oh boy was she good. She goes by the name of Alice, just Alice. Some call her a the Stone Cold B*tch but that's just details right? When Alice arrived at the household a few months later she examined the child, at first she seemed like a kind and caring woman until she took the child to the training grounds. Day and night she would push Jonasu's limits, not caring about his well being and only about results and improvements. The boy in sparring was a bit tricky do to him being so young but soon she will be able to beat him up a bit. She would make him levitate water for hours, large amounts without letting a single drop fall, for weeks it continued like this, longer and longer he needed to learn control over it. As training became repetitive he wanted something different, after he got back from studying the art of Maitao fighting with his mother he decided to freeze the water he had to lift and turn it into an elephant. As he laughed and hoped his teacher showed approval she simply showed disapproval and clear anger. She "smacked the boy" up a little and made him carry her around with the water plus twice the more water than before. As Jonasu turned 10 it was time he stopped learning common techniques and moves and learn to fight with them. For the next year they sparred almost every day except the 3 days of each week he was taught how to heal with water. Be it ice swords, maces, water spikes, ice spikes etc. Anything was allowed in their brutal spars. It usually left the boy beaten and bloodied but sometimes he would land a hit on the lady. Which brought her to a conclusion after the years that the child was extremely talented. On Jonasu's 11th birthday she decided to tell his parents that she would take him as her personal apprentice. The parents at first refused but as their child showed them his talents they seemed to agree to his apprenticeship. He would soon become a great Elementalist.
• As he traveled deep into Bran to Alice's large mansion. He was astonished at how huge her house was, even though the Nixin blood line was one of the stronger Arc blood lines, if not the strongest divided one, following mostly the Maitao roots, his house was pretty big but nothing like this. She had several rooms and a large dining room and kitched as well as a large training room with two canals of water running on the sides. As they trained each day, testing the capabilities of Ice and Water. He learned something about himself, he wasn't very strong, only average but he was incredibly quick thinking and speedy, almost inhumane how fast he though and reacted, a scenario that proved this was they were going on an all out Ice weapon battle royale, an activity they started doing when Jonasu was close to turning 13, Alice wielded a ice hammer unto his sword and he seemed to figure a way to avoid it, he dropped down and held the sword as the hammer broke through it, he quickly got to her left since she was swinging to the right and extended the sword while putting it to her neck, of course she used the momentum of the hammer to throw herself the other way and she put a knife to his neck. But let's return to the arrival, as he got into a room he was ready to be pampered but then he realized, where are all the butlers and maids? Obviously she couldn't clean the house herself, it was way too huge! She knocked on his door.
  
  
  "You're going to be helping me clean the house from now on until you stop living here." As quickly as she said that she closed the door.
  
  
  By "help" she really meant "You're going to clean the house by yourself and be my personal servant" but he didn't really mind it that much because the house was mostly clean already aside from the intense amount of dust that is in the unused rooms. As the first day of training began when he was 11 & 1.5/3 old, she first taught him how to keep things afloat with water. Such as grabbing a rock with water, it wasn't that hard at first, until she gave him...the test. He was to hold a piece of paper with water without getting it wet, he tried so many times lowering the waters humidity, trying to pull it up with water. It never worked until the day she told him it was impossible and she simply did it to make him concentrate more on control, a dirty trick that seemingly work. Things like these were common with his teacher, and they were impressive but infinitely annoying, he sometimes would simply punch something out of frustration which would get him longer and more painful yoga and extremely long meditations.
  
  
  Now 13 his teacher is giving him more hand to hand combat than usual as well as more sparring, things seem to get harder each day for the young Jonasu as he is forced to fight Ice golems/Snow Golems, He is given times he has to meet holding his breathe underwater unless he wants to do more harsh exercises. But the final exercise was, 1 month before his 15th birthday he was supposed to live on the Cantilla mountains for that month, he was in shock as his teacher took him to the mountains and ditched him, only with a note and a peanut saying
  
  
  "Survive no matter what, by any means necessary." - Alice
  
  
  He let out a frustrated sigh that was followed up by a shiver. The first week was horrid, he had only found the remains of rabbit, and a frozen worm. He had finished his peanut only about 2 hours after she left him, when the week was over and his make shift tent was near collapsing he fell in the snow, sure that he would die from exhaustion. He cursed silently as he slowly drifted into a deep sleep, but he was interrupted by a high pitched voice.
  
  
  "H-Hey, Dummy! Wake up!" the voice snickered silently as it poked at Jonasu.
  
  
  Jonasu turned his head slightly to see a....Honestly he didn't know what it was but he immediately sat up and moved back cursing out of surprise, the small dark blue animal had a bone mask that was similar to the one the morgue doctors used, pointy and straight like a raven's beak, the mask had small holes for breathing and seeing, the creature had light blue swirls and very long, erect (Straight up) dark blue ears with some feathers at the back of it's head, he was covered in the dark blue sleek fur, when he looked closely the mask was sort of...his face? A bone mask for a face seemed odd, but the creature was odd it'self. It was roughly 1 ft and 7 inches maybe 2 feet? It pointed it's small skinny fore arm, followed up by a furry bicep as he seemed to tilt his head.
  
  
  "What's a human doing on this side of the mountain? It's impossible to live here dummy."
  
  
  he said, the voice sounded male.
  
  
  Jonasu talked a bit loud due to the wind, "I'm sort of...doing a test.." he said, it sounded ridiculous but sadly it was true.
  
  
  "A test? Is this a test taking side of the mountain now? Oh no the teachers are going to demolish my home..Oh no my home!" as the small figure rambled on about paranoid things such as leprechauns chasing him..
  
  
  "What exactly are you?" Jonasu blurted out, interrupting the creatures annoying banter.
  
  
  "Oh! I'm a Kuhara, a mix of a spirit and a familiar, obviously I was made from both an Ice spirit and a Ice familiar." he said proudly, puffing his chest out slightly which made Jonasu laugh slightly.
  
  
  "Oh..." Jonasu realized again how badly he felt, the Kuhara seemed slightly worried.
  
  
  "Did the leprechauns get you?" he asked
  
  
  Jonasu smirked at his new friend "No...I'm just starving...and at the brink of death." he says as he stands weakly.
  
  
  The Kuhara made a small thin pillar from the snow and jumped on to Jonasu's shoulder, he pointed east. "A few miles in there is a dwarf village. I've watched them eat a lot...I've never introduced myself, they look like leprechauns-" before the kuhara could even finish his sentence Jonasu ran east, using all his energy to sprint as fast as he could.
  
  
  "Not so fast dummy! What's your name!?" the Kuhara exclaimed
  
  
  "Jonasu! You?"
  
  
  "Paritus'kare Trisonsh Ol-" he was interrupted mid sentence again
  
  
  "I'll call you Pari!" Jonasu replied, and so, a new friendship began.
  
  
  The next month went by quite fast, with a partner seemed to be easy, Pari could hear wildlife from a long distance even if the cold wind was blowing hard. Which allowed his getting of food much easier. As he reached the Dwarfs he passed out and they found him a bit later. Taking him in for a night until he woke up. The dwarfs were strong and strict people, they didn't want to babysit anyone, so after he had recovered and ate, he was told he either worked, or he left. So obviously he decided to work, obviously the work was hard and went by routine. He would hunt 1st days and 3rd days of a week, then cut down wood if he could find any on 2nd to 4th days, Then mine, Mining was the hardest due to his stature compared to the Dwarfs. He was treated as family mostly, which gave him a new liking to dwarfs, they were great people in his eyes. He finished his month and left the mountain, his teacher Alice surprised that he was alive. But as soon as she saw Pari she pulled a knife and charged to stab him. So of course, they both ran from the scary woman. They celebrated his birthday and he explained to her who his new friend, she was a bit to curious of Pari, as she tried dressing him and seeing how far he can stretch, for the little time they had left, she trained with Pari and Jonasu for a while. Their new partnership allowed them to tie and almost defeat his master. She finally, kicked them out of the house, sighing as he grew a bit sad that his training ended but he was happy, now he could finally see his parents again.
• It's been 7 months since he had returned to his home, the first day his mother had been in tears of joy the whole time as he explained his training and his father gave him approving nods and comforted his wife. The first few weeks of leading a tranquil life with only Maitao Fighting and acrobatics training with his mother and some new sparing with his father. They were great really, they had welcomed Pari and even built him a small bed. But the lack of adventure seemed to make him feel empty, he still wanted to explore the world he had heard a myth about the Wise dragon in the Ancient isles as well as he wanted to learn about Maitao, he wanted to explore and find out about the mysteries of this country and Maitao. He noticed his birthday was soon and he cursed, he seemed to always do special things on special days but this..was a bit saddening. He couldn't face his parents and tell them he was leaving. The world beyond called him...he wanted to see more. He left a note for them as he left.
  
  
  "Mother, Father, I am sorry for leaving on such short notice and especially on a day of such festivities. I feel guilty for not being able to tell you that I was having thoughts of leaving. This stationary life at home would not show the full potential of all my training. I must go out and search the world beyond. I am not afraid of anyone judging me for my direct roots to Jihn Ahn or Jia Arc. That will not stop my wishes and ambitions, The World Beyond calls me, and I have to answer that call." - Your son, Jonasu Ahn Zixin
  
  
  So, on the day of his birth, Jonasu began his new journey of the world.

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Full Name: Paritush'kare Trisonsh Olan Renush


Nickname: Pari


Gender: Male


Age: Only about 90 years, very young for a Kuhara


Race: Kuhara, Mixes between Elemental Spirits and Demonic essences (Such as Familiars)


Class: Ice Mage basically because he's an Ice Kuhara


Appearance Notes:


- Stands at about 2'0 feet, has blue stripes and patterns across it's navy blue fur


Personality: (please describe what your characters acts like and why. Remember, no Mary Sues)


History: (feel free to split this part up differently to fit your character's life events. Please go into detail)

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[UnholyRedemption]

|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Queen Isil Mithrandir of the Forest Elves
• Female
• 31
• An Elf
• Contractor
• Isil has red paint across her cheeks, something she is always seen with. This represents her devotion to her position. She stands at 5''10 and she does not honestly know her weight due to the fact she hates the idea of knowing. She has light freckles across her cheeks and scars wrapping around her upper arms. Other than this she is very thin and often appears breakable and delicate.

|Biography of Queen Isil Mithrandir|

• Personality
• History - Childhood
• History - Adult years
• Taking the throne
• A glimpse...

• Isil has quite the warm-hearted personality, always caring for the Elves to the bottom of her heart. Being like this leads her to situations where she cannot think rationally. Her mind only thinks about the safety and care of her people. Loving social interactions she is always out and about whenever she can be. Feeling dutifully bound to her position she takes nearly all matters to do with her people before herself or her health. Her constant worry and concern causes her to think irrationally or not logically. She is not the logical person. Despite this she can easily create methods that help everyone. Her confidence, while appearing normal is quite low and so reacts well with positive comments. She would be described as a caregiver if she was to be put in any type of category.
• Isil was naturally born into the role of royalty and so was often sheltered so she could be raised as the best ruler. Her childhood was probably her favourite and most memorable time of life as it contains the most loving times of her life. At age five she was beginning to meet her people as her parents called them, although often she was just hidden behind castle walls so she could be twisted into the right person to take the throne. Her mother, Queen Latifra and her father, King Luther were both loving parents. There were times she would sit upon her mother's lap and listen to any news on the other royalty, or tales from the past. Those stories then inspired her, creating a personality that wanted to remembered like such people. No, she did not want to be a tale many years from her death but she wanted to become someone that her people would not rebel against, not hate for her decisions but one they could trust. This formed her ideals for the rest of her life and became the childish dream that fuelled her on. In addition, her father would often tell her of the history of Elves, a topic she greatly enjoyed just as much as the tales her mother casted into her mouldable mind. At nine she was beginning to grow up, she was not childish although she still had tendencies to pout and act stubborn, she was growing into the figure she was forced by her parents to be. At eleven she did something that she has kept secret for years, till this day she has not spoken a word about it. Isil wandered past the guards and the walls of the castle and into the surrounding forests. The large trees that inhabited the beautiful forests of their kingdom. Upon reaching the city of trees the young princess was enticed by the vibrant green grass and leaves, the scattered colours that attracted her child like attention. Yes, without a guard or plan she had wandered into a world she had been hidden from for the majority of her life. It was here she met a young elf, one of a lower social class. She, nor this elf cared about this though. These two became instant friends, the boy being one that Isil was close to and trusted. She always remained disguised in her meetings with him though. This lasted till the age of fifteen, a time she stopped appearing after revealing herself to him. She had run from the boy after showing and saying who she was, fearful of how he would react. She hasn't seen him since.
• At the age of Eighteen Isil began to learn about her future in more depth. From the tiniest detail of each tradition to the smallest things she should know about how she should act or appear in front of people. It took Isil months to learn one thing, her personality always rivalled the mannerisms that they hoped for her to display. Told that she should think logically for the sake of her kingdom she openly displayed annoyance, she was far to 'kind-hearted' as her teachers said to ever adapt to such expectations. Due to being considered an adult, she was marked with a tattoo given to all Elves upon being considered an adult. While each one depended on the Elf themselves, it always related itself to nature. Isil had hers upon the pale flesh of her back, a mark that in her own words 'Proved that the kingdom was before herself' .Now at a age that she could marry and was considered a full adult she began to become far more independent. While she still obeyed her parents happily she often argued with them, their personalities and views of how the kingdom should be cared for. This often led to rivalries in the advisors as well. Many sided with her, despite her seemingly habit of thinking irrationally she did always have good ideas that provided a positive outcome for the kingdom of Aryan. The battle between the care giver and the two that were so dedicated raged on for two years. The family loved each other dearly but it did not cease the battle of opinions. After two years of this, her mother fell ill and died. The kingdom of Aryan fell into a seemingly hidden depression at the death of the Queen. The king, broken by the death of his wife locked himself up in his chambers. Isil herself was heart broken. Those tales her mother spoke of seemed to repeat themselves from her lips, her eyes seemed to lose their life for the next few months. On a visit outside of the castle she met with a child of the kingdom. Why she did she stop to even speak to this child? Simple. The child with the darkest green eyes that Isil had ever saw spoke two words that still haunt her mind till the current day. 'Keep moving'. In all honesty, Isil had searched for the child a while after the faint meeting but failed to even gain information on her. Then again, she had to stop after the advisors began to warn her that the people feared for her. At the age of twenty two her father, the King released himself of his position and moved far from the castle, leaving Isil to take the throne.
• Isil took the throne at the young age of twenty two, a age that shocked the elves of Aryan as the youngest ruler so far had been twenty five. Some believed her to be to naive and incompetent while others were ecstatic at the girls step to becoming Queen. No one did anything against it though. Isil had many times proved that she was worthy, that her ideas were for the best of the kingdom and so she had no trouble. The ceremony was extravagant as with each crowning, and her speech written in the history books. At this event Isil did something no other Forest elf ruler had done. Marked herself. In a declaration of her resolve about taking the position she painted her face with a vibrant red, markings which later became a common sight upon her.
• A Recollection of the ceremony :A mass of cheers echoed through the forests as the pale flicker of the dark red flames illuminated the darkness of the night along with the faint twinkle of the stars in the blanket of the night. Elves were lined up upon the fields and clearings that wrapped around the front entrance of the castle of Aryan, some ever were sitting on lower branches of trees, others sat on large rocks or the walls of the castle themselves. The princess, well the Queen to be stepped out onto the podium decorated with the flowers of the forest, A dark orange and red robe falling from her shoulders, the material a expensive silk, hand crafted by a tailor in the city. Isil only trusted her own people with this. The Arua around her was commanding, demanding the attention of those who watched the ceremony, her hands interlocked in front of her as she gave a faint smile to the people. Yes, the people she would in moments be put in the position to rule. Silver eyes, the colour of mercury stared at them all, as if attempting to take in the features of each inhabitant of the Aryan Land. It was a impossible task but she always tried. Around her neck was a light blue crystal, etched into it was the words taken from her mothers tales, the tales that meant so much to her. It stood as a memory of the previous Queen of Aryan. Finally, she spoke. "Inhabitants of Aryan, I ask that you listen to me before I accept the position my father has left me." Her voice did not quiver as it occasionally did, It did not go quiet but instead echoed across as she stood tall. She had to make no mistake. "I have been trained, groomed and bred to take this title so that you and I will continue to keep this land successful, safe and standing with pride...This is what I am destined for." She paused, the smile that graced her lips was soft as she out stretched her hand. "In the rule of my ancestors there was harsh times that left my family safe and sound, but you all in pain. Times when you may of hated us, wished to rebel but I will make sure, no I will promise to you that I will never allow that to happen again." Taking in a deep breath, silver eyes stared with determination as she let her voice get louder, confidence drawn out from the depths of her appearing. "If anything ever happens to us I shall be the one to face the problem personally. Before my own welfare is each of yours. Each life that stands before me is a flicker of light that I will promise to protect to the best of my ability and future position. Please do not think of me as someone that would do anything that would bring harm to any of you. I only wish to be a pillar that will hold you all up, to keep you on your feet and able to stand with pride for our kingdom. I will be the first to break, the first to shatter and the first to be replaced. I will not die without making sure you all will exist with the current peace with have. I will not take any action that I will regret later on. With this, I hope you all, each one of you will stand proudly in the name of the Aryan kingdom." Her voice grew softer towards the end, for the girl was never known of her brutality or her massive confidence. No, she was known for the fact that she cared more for them than herself. Her resolve to care for them. A male elf clad in white robes stepped forwards, muttering something in the languages their ancestors would of spoken as she turned her silver eyes to him. "Of course, it is my honour and my duty to accept this position. To serve and protect this kingdom as its ruler." Isil herself murmured a quite prayer to Varia, hoping that she herself would be able to keep this land in peace and fortune. The man raised the head piece before settling it upon her white locks, watching as the gems that hung from it nestled into the soft locks. Isil turned to the crowd, the determination in her eyes bringing a spark to her usually dull eyes as she reached towards an assistant in the ceremony, dipping her fingers within the red paste like substance she began to run it against the skin of her face, forming symbols upon her forehead and cheeks. This was her vow to her kingdom, this was her vow that she would protect the other children of Varia, this was her way to prove how she was dedicated to her resolve. Now, it was the reign of Isil in the kingdom of Aryan.

|Other|

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• Contract
• Vydaios
• Tales
• Like
• Dislikes

• 
  This is Prae, the beast contracted to Isil. This is a rare beast, rarely ever sighted. Isil met Prae at a very young age. They both grew up with each other over the years that Isil would sneak out from the castle walls. When Isil was seventeen they became contracted, making their bond deeper.
  
  
  Prae is a fire Vydaios
• Species : Vydaios
  
  
  Features:
  
  
  -Large fangs.
  
  
  -Teal fur (Male) Green (Female) This is the main fur on the body. The golden parts (on the image) are for the Male Vydaios while there is a silver version for female Vydaios.
  
  
  -White eyes - This is to give them a appearance of being blind. They are not. They have enhanced senses.
  
  
  -There is a large amount of long fur around the neck, almost like a mane. This is a light green for males and teal for females. They are basically the colour of the opposite genders general fur colour. This fur is also white as well. This changes when the Vydaios uses its element. The colour/element that is used will effect its colour/form.
  
  
  -Hooves - Despite the fact the Vydaios has this they have a near perfect ability to remain silent when moving. Their legs are very strong to a point that its kick would probably break bones.
  
  
  -Slim body - This is so that the Vydaios can remain agile and quick when moving.
  
  
  Summary:
  
  
  They are large beasts, standing just over the height of a horse when fully grown. Their bodies are very slim and they are generally creatures of peace. You, if you have the luck to see one will have a near to none chance of seeing it fight or attack. Being such a calm beast it is they are able to avoid contact with any other creature since they help each other a lot.
  
  
  Abilities:
  
  
  The Vydaios each have a element. They are limited though. They only have the chance of having the elements Fire, water, earth and air. The element will appear upon their mane and tails when used. Example : Fire will consume the white tail and mane. They have near basic control of this, not any complicated manipulation.
  
  
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  They have quite a few weaknesses compared to the fact that they have strength and one element and the ability to remain silent. The opposing force of their element will pose a huge threat to them if their element is active (shown around mane and tail). Their enhanced senses can also be manipulated. A strong scent can lead them off, something eye catching could easily distract them and their hearing can be manipulated if a mass of sound keeps it unable to think which is its focus.
• Tale of the pure (made up by Isil's mother) :
  
  
  In Aryan, many years ago there was a small child, one born of no riches at all or no family name to support him. His life was not as easy. He was raised poorly, his parents leaving him a pitiful orphan. He stole, he hit and he sneaked through the forests, taking vendors items. However, every time he went home he shed tears of regret. Despite the fact he would cry about what he did he never stopped. Each time the little boy cried the tears would pile up without him knowing. There came a point that the boy fell onto his bed, curling up in the ripped sheets. He never stopped crying. His tears eventually began to cease and he was left a broken mess. He believed that no one would help him, no one would take him away from his wretched life that he was always in tears about. So, one day when the little boy walked in his little cottage with his stolen goods in his arms he saw a lady. She had the most beautiful blonde locks and eyes that made him stop in awe. She was beautiful. This woman stood up, before walking over towards the tired orphan, crouching down to pat his messy black locks. 'Do you wish for me to save you?" She asked, her voice melodic and innocent, the sound chiming in the cold air with a soft tone. He just nodded, the lovely promise of freedom enthralling him into accepting. A smile came to the woman's lips at that point. "I know that you have wished every day to be free..." The beautiful woman whispered as she pulled his hand into hers, holding the small cold limb with her delicate hands. "However, if you accept my offer child, I will put someone in else in this torment. What do you want to do child?" She asked, watching as a pained expression took to his small childish features as he thought about his decision. You would believe that a child of no family, no riches and no support would do anything to rid himself of the life he hated so much, but he did not. The child, a child pure of heart whispered in his broken and cracked voice his words, the words that showed the beautiful woman his resolve. "I may have this horrible life ma'am...but I would never want anyone else to have this pain. If I can stop someone else having this life I can deal with this pain." His words, so innocent and sweet made the woman smile before kissing his forehead lightly. "Those words, so pure are the ones I desired to hear. Few would sacrifice a chance for a better life." She paused, bringing a unearthly silence to the small room before she smiled. "I will give you a better life, in return you must live to make sure that you can try and stop people crying such painful tears like you did." The child nodded before the woman picked his small, skinny frame up, balancing him upon her hip as she took him from his small cottage. That child, so innocent and pure was raised with wealth and riches, however unlike the nobles he spent the rest of his natural life making sure to try and protect anyone from the same painful tears he shed once upon a time.
  
  
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[Akihito]

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• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Vral Liaekson
• Male
• Seventy years old.
• Human
• Knight
• Vral stands at 6'3" in height.
  
  
  He is old but still very strong, results from years of training.
  
  
  Vral's armor is a dull grey standard plate armor.
  
  
  His cape is pure white.

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|Biography of Vral Liaekson|

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• Personality
• History

• Vral is a strong and wise old man. He is calm and rarely shows any negative emotion. He is very kind and friendly. Vral smiles a lot and loves to tell stories to young children. He has seen much and there is a certain kind of veteran air to him. Yet also it shows sadness, like he has seen so much death in this world. He's had his fair share in battles. Vral's first duty is to the people of Salisonia. He has gone past the age of retirement and has not balked from any foe.
• Vral is so old, not many people know where he came from. His younger years are a mystery but the stories of his gallantry and chivalry are amazing. Vral was 16 when he became a knight, after working 5 years to a minor lord. After becoming a Knight, he eagerly left and wandered the world to fight and earn riches. Like any young man, he wanted everything he could get. Women, money, power, and fame. He was no stranger to any of them.
  
  
  After a year of shameful acts he could barely live with himself. The shame he felt of all the evil deeds he did. He found a forest where he had decided to execute himself and die in peace, giving justice to the world. Vral had lifted his sword to plunge it into his heart when he heard a low growl of a large creature. He swiftly turned and there stood a adolescent dragon. It roared with fury and Vral bellowed back at him. The dragon charged Vral and Vral, his sorrow and anger overcoming him, retaliated with his own charge. For hours the two fought. Neither of them able to gain the upper hand. After 4 hours of fighting, they both felt to the ground in exhaustion. They stared at each other from the opposite ends of the field. An understanding came between them. The adolescent dragon spoke with his mind to Vral and said You are like me. We are both young, we have done many wrong things. We can correct them you and I. My name is Zhalian, to day the gods have decided we both will live.
  
  
  Vral nodded in agreement. He weakly limped his way to Zhalian and fell down next to him. The dragon wrapped his body around him and they slept together. They slumbered for many days. Not a single creature disturbed them. No one would dare attack a dragon.
  
  
  After the two awakened, they started to travel with one another, wandering the land. It was never agreed, it just happened. A strong bond between him and Zhalian quickly formed. They trusted each other with their life. For years they fought together. Any one of them could have left at anytime and the other would not say a word. Yet they did not. They stayed together and lived.

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• Name
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• Appearance Notes

• Zhalian
• Male
• Seven hundred years old.
• Dragon
• Zhalian is enormous, much larger than the average dragon his age.
  
  
  His scales are dull and grey with age.
  
  
  He has a slight limp as he walks.

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|Biography of Zhalian|

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• Personality
• History

• Zhalian is a calm dragon. He is not one to care about other life forms but he cares deeply for his friend, Vral. His younger years, he was a hot-headed dragon who believed none could match the dragon. In his older age now, he is friendly but quieter than Vral. He no longer attacks being unless they show aggression.
• Zhalian was born to a small red dragon mother. Zhalian's mother did nothing but dote on her hatchling, boasting to her species that he will surpass the greatest dragons of age. Zhalian's ego grew bigger and his body grew bigger. His large size only made him arrogant and he took many risk, picked fights with older dragons.
  
  
  One day he made the mistake of angering an older, ferocious dragon who flew to Zhalian's home bent on revenge. He did not take it out on Zhalian. The dragon attacked Zhalian's mother, killing her before his eyes. He bellowed with grief and anger, hurling himself at the dragon. The dragon swatted him away easily and flew off, satisfied that he caused Zhalian the well-deserved pain.
  
  
  Zhalian mourned for his mother for many months. He fled from the other dragons, fearing for his life. He wandered the land, unable to live with himself any longer. Zhalian was so lost, he just didn't know what to do.
  
  
  Then Zhalian happened upon a Human. Zhalian's anger and grief from the death of his mother swelled from him and recklessly attacked the Human, wanting to take his anger out. The Human fought back. Harder than Zhalian expected. It was hours before they both collapsed with exhaustion.
  
  
  Zhalian saw in the Human's eyes that human had done many wrong things in his life and had lost his way as well. He told the Human of their similarities and called a truce. Since then, they have traveled together. Forming an unbreakable bond.
  
  
  Many years after. Zhalian and Vral found the dragon that had taken the life of Zhalian's mother. The dragon was old, half insane, and blind. Vral stood aside, letting the choice of the dragon's fate left in Zhalians hand. He would stand by whatever decision he made. Zhalian's memory of the horrible past flooded back to him.
  
  
  He turned away. Zhalian knew that the fault was not in this dragon, but it had been in himself. Zhalian had learned to accept his ill-deed and bears no ill-will to this dragon who had only retaliated.
  
  
  Zhalian has since grown very wise and large. He is larger than most dragons but his strength is wavering. He is not as energetic as he was.

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[Mooalally]

I think I'm pretty much done.


@paipai900

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• Name
• Gender
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• Njáll Adamu Tybalt Niklasson
• Male
• 134
• Dwarf
• Civilian, merchant
• He's a tad shorter and lighter than Naomhán, not having ate as much, or grown as much as him. The regal, blue fur coat he wears is a sign of wealth and power, as it is given to Dwarves honored by government officials. The truth is not as great, as the present was a gift from his father, who had it given to him by his father. It's passed down from generation to generation, but Njáll plans to keep it, at least until something better comes along. Dwarves don't usually wear rings on their fingers for marriage, which is why he is wearing one. It's a sign of such filthy wealth that he can afford to spend pointless gold on a finely crafted ring. His hair color he gets from his mother, but his luxurious mustache he gets from his father. Under his fur coat, he wears a very thin chain mail of armor, in case danger appears. And danger does appear. People try to steal his wares and gold, and try to murder him out of jealousy and greed. This body armor will protect him from small daggers and arrows, but will most likely contribute to broken bones if anything other hits him (swords, battleaxes, crossbow bolt). He has a small sword made out of steel in a sheathe by his side, but he rarely uses it, instead calling on Naomhán if he gets into any trouble.

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|Biography of Njáll Adamu Tybalt Niklasson|

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• Personality
• Family
• Occupation

• He has a distaste towards weapons in general, and prefers diplomatic resolutions instead. He couldn't use a sword for the life of him, although he may be able to stun someone by rapping them on the side of the head with it while they're stunned at the sight of a small Dwarf merchant pull out a sharp sword.
  
  
  He is used to lavish meals, rather than the typical heavy, greasy meals every other Dwarf likes. He's used to the high life, and will be very cranky and irritable if he doesn't get it. This is why he likes travelling to other countries, as not many Dwarven cities have that kind of upscale pub, apart from the capital. Almost exactly opposite Naomhán's interests, Njáll has taken a liking to other races, as he has met them all and thought of most of them as friendly. He actually didn't like Dwarves as much since he thought of them as uncivilized, hiding in mountains and laboring for precious minerals.
  
  
  He's usually a rude fellow, mistrusting everyone. He's quick to make enemies and deals. He's not very trustworthy, and will backstab people if it benefits him. He's always on a pursuit for more gold, even though he's very rich already. He always keeps it in various purses on his body, in places like his ankle, close to his heart, and of course, in his pants. He treasures gold over human life. He's an excellent barterer though, talking people into deals that are downright horrible.
• Njáll was born to his father, Gahariet Sixten Holmström Niklasson, and his mother, Saga Gomer Göransson Adamu. His father was a miner in a coal mine, trying to provide fuel for the great furnaces, and food for the family. His father was an angry man, unhappy with his job and his life. He stole from people on a daily basis, snatching gold, little food, and more often than never, useless junk. He loved his son though, but not because of the usual reasons. He saw him as an opportunity to start over, to try and succeed again. He taught him to steal, and to trick merchants with his words. His father hated his mother however. She was a priest at a local church (or mosque, or temple, or whatever religious buildings Dwarves have), and generally a nice woman. She tried to persuade Gahariet to stop stealing, and to stop being such a bad influence, but to no avail. His father has originally married Saga because she was so nice; he had promised a nice house and a steady income, but he felt he wasn't delivering. Njáll had no siblings.
  
  
  His grandfather was one of the King's Royal Advisers, helping the King run the (province? State? I think it's region) region. He was the one who got the fur coat in the first place. He Knighted Naomhán's uncle after he retired after serving his grandfather, Nogah Shiloh Stendahl Niklasson, for 30 years as a bodyguard, in an attempt to keep him in service. When Nogah passed away, his mother decided to Knight Naomhán, since she was related to an Official, and she liked how kind he was. He is currently serving as Njáll's bodyguard.
• He is a very successful merchant, collecting exclusive materials from one race and selling them to others. He not only sells objects, but he sells secrets too. He has angered many people because of this, and not a lot of people trust him anymore. He is the guy to go to for gossip or if you want to steal something from a rival. He usually only deals with thieves and people like that, since honest folk know of his treachery and stay away from him. He knows it's dangerous, but profitable work. He travels a lot throughout the land in his work, so he knows about most of the races. Unfortunately, he had to leave behind Naomhán when he went to the Elves and Fairies, lest he did something rash, which is why Naomhán still has a negative opinion about them. Njáll is knowledgeable about the landscape and knows about quick routes to the different regions. The most money he has ever made was on a trip issued by a human Government Official to deliver a message to the Merfolk.

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[Sen Pai]

Puto batch number 1! Who doesn't like filipino food? xD Just a note, if I don't clearly state that you are accepted then you're not.


@Kiro Akira

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Cute character! I shall await completion of his personality, yes? Can't wait to see the completed version, but I shall work with what we have for now.


Neko= Kahao, just to tell you. I'm a little bit of a perfectionist sometimes. lol


Anyway, the history is good, but it has a few holes in it. Who'll be playing Blizzard? I prefer that dragons aren't used to support another character and be actual individual characters. Because when someone plays their own dragon, they tend to become "pet"-like, no minded, just following the other character around like they have no soul. Okay, I'm over exaggerating a bit. xD But, you get what I mean. Right?


So, Kiro went from wanting it for food to money? Why did he keep the egg for six months? Didn't he want to sell it? Why did he hide it from easy sight? Could you expand on that please? :3


Why did the group of travelers even allow Kiro to stick with them? After a battle, surely not many people would allow the boy to stay with them. I sure wouldn't. lol "Hey, little boy! Why don't you travel with us after you set my hair on fire? "


Why was Kiro's uncle's soul in his body? I'd definitely be creeped out if my uncle's soul was in my mind. Like, can't I get any privacy? All jokes aside, how did that even get there?


And of course, the sister thing. *applauds* Beautiful. Just. Beautiful. I just want you to expand a lot more on that....please? *puppy dog eyes*


Anyway, about the coming back to life by a necromancer, erm. Necromancy cannot fully bring someone to life, it is usually just the bodies, no soul, no life. Just a moving corpse, pretty much. But, I guess it's the stone/gem that keeps him there? Like the Resurrection Stone from Harry Potter?


Oh, and, where'd he get the staff? It seems like a very important staff to be able to transform from a pedant to a staff. :3


You say that he's been restored back to the way he used to be, heart beating and all that. But, Kiro's still dead? DOES THAT MEAN HE'S A ZOMBIE *shot* Perhaps you could use the cats have nine lives joke in here? Just a suggestion. Because, to me, any restoration is OP because it keeps one from dying (this RP will be feeding off death. lol)


Anyway, I'll still wait completion though. ^^ Thanks for applying!~


@Karma200





I shall await completion. Please read the info now! I finished it. ^^ But, I'll work with what we have for now.


Sirens are a type of merfolk, so it should say "Merfolk, Siren" or something like that. Sorry, I'm a bit picky for this RP after I worked on it for a week. xD


Why does she have a tattoo of small stars on her thigh? Did she just get it for the halibut? Lol. Get what I did there? I know a lot of fish puns. :3


As for the |Biography of (insert character's name here)| there's a separate part for the personality. It's in the new updated version of the character application sheet. That's why I didn't want people making characters just yet because during the construction, things could change easily.


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PUH-LEASE add more to her history. I just cannot stand such a short background. She's twenty-one now, she should have at least a few more events. AND SHE'S A PRINCESS! There's got to be more. And sirens are a part of the merfolk kingdom, so she would still have to serve under the king/queen of merfolk (who no one has made yet). Her mother can still be "the ruler of sirens" but they're all merfolk.


I'll let you complete and fix it up. Thank you for applying!


@TheKaosophile





Two Three words; Add. More. Please.


Maybe I should've added that even elves age the same as normal humans, he doesn't look 53. (Hot damn, that's the same age as my father!) Elves only age slightly slower than regular humans, example: looks 12, is 18. It's only about a maximum 10 year difference between the appearance and actual age.


P.S. Birds of Paradise are awesome!


@Flabbysaurus





Looking good! I'll await completion to review him. ^^


@Yin





I can't see Keyin's picture, but they're both looking good. I'll await completion to review them. ^^


@Mooalally





He's f*cking perfect. Accepted! I can't wait to get this roleplay started now! I can't wait to see your other character now! ^^


@Lucem Tenebris





PFFFFFT! You're so not accepted. Just kidding~ He sounds like an amazing character, of course. What character that Lucypoo makes isn't good? xD


He's 6'0...and still growing...? F*ck you tall people. > jk I just wish I was tall. xD


Accepted! I know that the history will be good, so I don't have to worry. ^^


@Akihito





Salis and Lillian have a lot in common. xD They were both farm folk that turned into knights. lol She's a great character and I can't wait to get this RP started! ^^ Accepted!


@Tyra





She's perfect! Accepted! :3


@TechnoDragon





I'll await completion in her history and more in her personality. ^^ But, I can't wait to see what you come up with. :3


@Cressy





Cannot wait for his completion! Accepted! Because I already know that you'll do great. ^^


@UnholyRedemption





F*cking perfect. Accepted! And so, the queen of the elves spot has now been taken! And daaaaaayum! That unicorn/deer/wolf/horse/dog/thing is gorgeous! Girlfriend, where you got ta go and get one of dem?


@Izaki Nakajima





Muy bien! Aceptado! And so, the king of Bran's spot has now been taken! ^^ Do you want a wife? If so, do you want to be married or for status and power? If not, then there won't be a queen for Bran. :3

 
I bit the side of my cheek and now it's bleeding, so I might be a little crabby for awhile. ^^" I can't even eat my puto... *crais*

 

[SoftTacos]

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• Age
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• Auriel
• Female
• 25
• Elf
• Mage: Fire Elemental
• 5'6", 100 lbs, appears 19 by human standards

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|Biography of Auriel|

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• Personality
• History

• A generally laid back girl who finds it hard to get fired up or motivated about anything, however, when she feels strongly about a given issue, she will pursue it with an almost dog like tenacity. As such, she is generally non-competitive and doesn't care about her reputation if it means avoiding conflict. She is a generally warm hearted person who will do her best to be accepting, but is also a person of strong principles. Despite being an excellent fighter, she prefers to settle disputes with words rather than blood. She is quick to smile and slow to anger.
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  Early Life: Born on the edges of Ellegarde into a lower class elven family. Her parent's village was surrounded by many of the gentler beasts of the forest and she quickly grew to love them. Her parents discovered her knack for fire magic realatively early on and sent her to the heart of Ellegarde to hone her talents so as to help her reach her full potential.
  
  
  Training: She rarely saw her parents as she was so far from where she grew up and kept busy by her long arduous hours of training. She was somewhat of an enigma at her young age of 12 to be learning such powerful magic, as such she was alienated by her 'peers'. She instead preferred long hours wandering through the forest to socializing with her fellow mages in training. Though she hated these years, it was here that she became the Elf that she is today. At the end of her years there she no longer cared that her peers continued to look down upon her, in fact, she came to enjoy not being like them, she looked down on them for their pettiness and shallow outlooks on life. She longed for her graduation at the age of 18.
  
  
  Post-Training: After finishing her years of training, she decided she did not want a simple life of living and dying never having seen the world beyond Ellegarde. She set out to see the lands of the humans, not knowing what to expect other than what the older elves had told her about the humans, which was nothing good...

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[Sedrian]

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• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes
• Weapons

• Sedrian
• Male
• 27
• Human
• Assassin
• He weighs about 243 pounds when he is fully clothed and has all his equipment. Sedrian is a tall man 6 ft 4 is his height. Also his eyes are not red as shown in the image, they are onyx. Other than that everything else about his appearance is as shown, it's difficult for me to describe clothing, so I'll leave as is, and if you want I can post an image of some sort of attire for him.
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  this sword was specially crafted for Sedrian by the Assassin's, it offers good range and sharpness, Sedrian even keeps a rock with him to keep it sharp at all times.

|Biography of Sedrian|

• Personality
• History

• Sedrian is a very dark person, he doesn't show much compassion for others, but that's only because the assassin's trained him to be cold and ruthless to everyone around him. Deep down he is actually caring towards others, even though he never shows it. When he is around enemies he often acts as if he could care less about everything in existence, often keeping calm and collected in combat. Sedrian never allows people to mess with his mind or try to screw with his morality. When he is around people he cares about, he tends to be a little more open about things, sometimes starting conversation and even cracking a joke. However for the most part he keeps his cool demeanor. When he is around ones he loves he is more open than to anyone else and will protect that person as well as he possibly can.
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  Sedrian was born into a family of assassin's, the name of the family being Sakumi. This family is very notorious for their skills and are feared by those who know of them. The family is a very secretive family and are very strict about their rules. Sedrian was molded into what they wanted him to be since age 8. They took very careful steps to ensure Sedrian became a heartless person like them, only taking a bride to continue the family legacy, however despite the discipline, the teachings, and the talks, Sedrian kept his morality, but locked it away within the chasms of his heart for non to see. When he was old enough to walk his training had already begun, he was taught deception, and had demonstrated to be quite skilled with it, often deceiving his parents. Sedrian then trained in the use of weapons and tools. He mastered the use of swords at age 18. He studied many different forms of sword fighting and found he had a talent for it. After mastering weaponry he studied hand to hand combat, he began training with his parents, but was able to defeat them in a measly 2 years, he then began training with the elders of hand to hand martial arts and mastered hand to hand combat in 5 years. At the age of 25 he had begun missions of assassination and successfully completed every task laid down to him, most them being middle class targets. He, after 2 years of missions was finally given the title of full fledged assassin, at age 27 when he returned home to find it had been burned to the ground. Sedrian wept for days until finally deciding that he would find the culprits and kill them all and avenge his family. He now wanders Salisonia every day in attempts to hunt down and find the culprits.

 

[Croissant]

pffft. We don't need that! ....Right? And I'm actually doing homework so ;-;

 

[The Kaosophile]

Pai is back, stream of likes inbound