Fantasy The Omegas

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Chat, frolic, do what you do in the OOC chat. This is also where you'll post your CS to be accepted, before posting it in the characters tab. The character sheet template can be found in the characters tab.

 

[Hanzax]

Guess I'll crack this chat open & say I'm interested. Got one question, seeing as we're new recruits should our characters be decked out more accordingly?

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Guess I'll crack this chat open & say I'm interested. Got one question, seeing as we're new recruits should our characters be decked out more accordingly?

It depends! You're recruits in the sense that you just joined the Omegas, but they don't accept people that don't know what they're doing. So you can have experience but have little to your name, or you might have made some money before having to find work elsewhere for reasons unknown.

 

[CoreyXIX]

Well, here is my character sheet. Just let me know if I need to change anything.


Name: Darrick Lang


Race: Human


Gender: Male


Personality: Darrick tends to try to keep a professional demeanor and prefers to try to plan before he takes any course of action. He is unafraid to use unsavory tactics if he cannot achieve his goals legitimately.


Abilities/Talents: Darrick's years as an inquisitor has made him skilled at tracking and hunting people. He is also skilled with his crossbow and dual wielding both his swords. He is somewhat knowledgeable in poison use and creation and some uncommon supernatural creatures.


Equipment/Gear: Darrick uses an enchanted repeating crossbow, a steel longsword and a steel shortsword for his weapons. His repeating crossbow's enchantment allows him to fire it at a faster rate than normal. He normally wears a dark green cloak over his leather armor. Finally, he has two vials of poison he saves for an emergency.


Character Background: Darrick comes from a neighboring country, working as an inquisitor under the previous king. His duties involved hunting threats to the royal family, often using less-than-honorable tactics if he deemed it necessary. As the king got older his mind quickly declined, causing him to go after innocent people in his fits of paranoia. Several years of this would go by before a long, bloody rebellion successfully removed the king from power. As ruling power changed hands in the country the identities of many former and current inquisitors were uncovered, which started another period of bloodshed as many of Darrick's comrades were hunted and killed. Knowing he would die unless he fled elsewhere he decided to to find somewhere that he could put his skills to use.


Miscellaneous: Darrick has several scars around his face and neck. He also checks and maintains his equipment twice a day.

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Well, here is my character sheet. Just let me know if I need to change anything.
Name: Darrick Lang


Race: Human


Gender: Male


Personality: Darrick tends to try to keep a professional demeanor and prefers to try to plan before he takes any course of action. He is unafraid to use unsavory tactics if he cannot achieve his goals legitimately.


Abilities/Talents: Darrick's years as an inquisitor has made him skilled at tracking and hunting people. He is also skilled with his crossbow and dual wielding both his swords. He is somewhat knowledgeable in poison use and creation and some uncommon supernatural creatures.


Equipment/Gear: Darrick uses an enchanted repeating crossbow, a steel longsword and a steel shortsword for his weapons. His repeating crossbow's enchantment allows him to fire it at a faster rate than normal. He normally wears a dark green cloak over his leather armor. Finally, he has two vials of poison he saves for an emergency.


Character Background: Darrick comes from a neighboring country, working as an inquisitor under the previous king. His duties involved hunting threats to the royal family, often using less-than-honorable tactics if he deemed it necessary. As the king got older his mind quickly declined, causing him to go after innocent people in his fits of paranoia. Several years of this would go by before a long, bloody rebellion successfully removed the king from power. As ruling power changed hands in the country the identities of many former and current inquisitors were uncovered, which started another period of bloodshed as many of Darrick's comrades were hunted and killed. Knowing he would die unless he fled elsewhere he decided to to find somewhere that he could put his skills to use.


Miscellaneous: Darrick has several scars around his face and neck. He also checks and maintains his equipment twice a day.

Works for me! Go ahead and post it in the characters tab, and feel free to have Darrick talk to folks and explore the Omega's headquarters in the meantime. It shouldn't be too long before the others join, and I'm working on the bounty board now.

 

[Imperator Penguin]

Question, does magic/mages exist in this world?

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

[QUOTE="Imperator Penguin]Question, does magic/mages exist in this world?

[/QUOTE]
yup! And magic can take all sorts of forms, so whatever type of mage it is should be accepted!

 

[Ullr]

Name: Miles (no last name)


Race: Cicatrix


Race Background: A rare race that is created by magically inputting a seed of an orc into a human female, the human female never survives the birth and most of the babies die as well. Those who do mange to survive are born with scars all over their body, and their early life is filled with pain. The Cicatrix look like humans only difference in appearance is they are a bit taller and covered in scars.


Gender: Male


Personality:


Submissive, Miles was his entire life a slave he would do anything that he is told as long as its not a straight up suicide and even then there is a chance.


Distanced, Miles has no empathy no morals or honor he doesn't even aware of the concepts. He is fine with being in a group or by himself but he won't start a "friendly" conversation with anyone


Abilities/Talents:


High pain tolerance, spending half of his life in pain while his relatively human body was trying to contain the massive orc bones and muscle Miles became used to pain and even numb to it.


Physical abilities, having orc muscle and bones with the smaller and lighter body of a human Miles is both strong and agile.


Equipment/Gear: Sword and shield (A saber and a medium round shield) a light chain mail that the chains are tied together with barely any room and tied to his body tightly as to not make noise while moving or restrict movement. Above the chain mail he wears normal loose cloths to hide both his armor and weapons and his muscles and scars.


Character Background: Miles was created for a clear purpose earn money for his masters, a group of bandits payed well to create him then sheltered him and until he was fit and they wanted a return for the money and time they spent on him. Miles was nothing more than their slave sent to steal kill and massacre who ever his masters told him to. When his masters were murdered one night when he was out on a job by an unknown group (that Miles never bother to investigate) he simply wondered around stealing when he had to killing when he was picked on by bandits or even soldiers, until he found this place after understanding he will once again have jobs he would have to do. Being without a master was hard no one to tell him what he needs to do.


Miscellaneous:


age:16


Height:6'9

 

[KyanoTzoker]

Unless I have something in mind, the first thing I do when making a character is go check my albums of images for various characters, or at least inspirations. I can't decide what to go with.


Help me. ;_;


*Edit: Though I have picked out several images, I can't decide what to go with.*

 

[Imperator Penguin]

Race: Cicatrix


Race Background: A rare race that is created by magically inputting a seed of an orc into a human female, the human female never survives the birth and most of the babies die as well. Those who do mange to survive are born with scars all over their body, and their early life is filled with pain. The Cicatrix look like humans only difference in appearance is they are a bit taller and covered in scars

O.o well thats brutal x'D

 

[Ullr]

@xCRAZYxFACEx[/URL] okay just waiting for you to approve my cs and I will make my first post

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Haha thanks I was going for that xD
@xCRAZYxFACEx okay just waiting for you to approve my cs and I will make my first post

Looks good to me, post it in the CS and you're good to go.

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Unless I have something in mind, the first thing I do when making a character is go check my albums of images for various characters, or at least inspirations. I can't decide what to go with.
Help me. ;_;


*Edit: Though I have picked out several images, I can't decide what to go with.*

Well.... we seem to have two fighters already, so maybe a mage or a rogue?

 

[Yesman]

Name: Xacular (Corpus/Anima)


Race: Zombie/Ghost


Race Background: Xacular's (or Xac) race is kind of...complicated. He's a necromancer who's ghost revived his body but failed to insert his soul back into the corpse, thus creating a zombie, Xacular Corpus, and leaving behind a ghost, Xacular Anima.


Gender: Male


Personality: Xac Anima is, in general, the 'human' side of Xacular. He feels emotions, shows compassion, rages, laughs, and he sometimes even cries. Xac Corpus, on the other hand, is emotionless, head strong, and efficient, the 'brutal'/'monster' side of Xacular.


Abilities/Talents: Anima, as a ghost, has the ability that you would expect of a ghost. Limited telekinesis, ability to see the dead, possession, intangibility, etc. He also has the weaknesses of a ghost including light/holy based magic, soul based magic, exorcism, etc. He has retained the ability to wield magic but must possess a body in order to do so. Because Xacular has only been ghost for around 50 years, Anima isn't a very powerful ghost. The longest he is able to possess a body for is an hour.


Because Corpus is a zombie, he is unable to wield magic. On the upside, he is physically stronger, faster, and tougher. When possessed by Anima, Corpus slightly reverts back to how Xacular was when he was still alive. Although, Anima and Corpus are able to cast spells and use magic when they are together, they are nowhere as powerful as the necromancer when he was still alive.


Equipment/Gear: Anima does not own anything. He's a ghost. Ghosts don't own things.


Corpus is armed with a glaive as well as a pouch of herbs that he refills regularly. He is able to use the herbs to create poisons, medicines, antidotes, and delicious seasonings (not that he needs eats). The zombie dresses light, wearing only clawed gauntlets for armor.


Character Background: Xacular was born Daniau, a bastard (and only) child to a dark lord. He was trained by his father to be the next dark lord, learning many different magics including necromancy. Daniau eventually abandoned his evil father and joined a guild of adventurers. He renamed himself as Xacular and masqueraded as a mage to hide his dark heritage. He made a name for himself as a powerful magic wielding adventurer but eventually fell when he was ambushed by orcs when returning from a long campaign. Refusing to die, Xacular's ghost remained on this earth and called upon the necromancer magic he had learned in an attempt to revive himself.


Miscellaneous: Corpus has runes carved into his back that used to boost Xacular's magical power. Now, they are nothing more than cool looking scars


Corpus:

Anima:

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Name: Xacular (Corpus/Anima)

Race: Zombie/Ghost


Race Background: Xacular's (or Xac) race is kind of...complicated. He's a necromancer who's ghost revived his body but failed to insert his soul back into the corpse, thus creating a zombie, Xacular Corpus, and leaving behind a ghost, Xacular Anima.


Gender: Male


Personality: Xac Anima is, in general, the 'human' side of Xacular. He feels emotions, shows compassion, rages, laughs, and he sometimes even cries. Xac Corpus, on the other hand, is emotionless, head strong, and efficient, the 'brutal'/'monster' side of Xacular.


Abilities/Talents: Anima, as a ghost, has the ability that you would expect of a ghost. Limited telekinesis, ability to see the dead, possession, intangibility, etc. He also has the weaknesses of a ghost including light/holy based magic, soul based magic, exorcism, etc. He has retained the ability to wield magic but must possess a body in order to do so. Because Xacular has only been ghost for around 50 years, Anima isn't a very powerful ghost. The longest he is able to possess a body for is an hour.


Because Corpus is a zombie, he is unable to wield magic. On the upside, he is physically stronger, faster, and tougher. When possessed by Anima, Corpus slightly reverts back to how Xacular was when he was still alive. Although, Anima and Corpus are able to cast spells and use magic when they are together, they are nowhere as powerful as the necromancer when he was still alive.


Equipment/Gear: Anima does not own anything. He's a ghost. Ghosts don't own things.


Corpus is armed with a glaive as well as a pouch of herbs that he refills regularly. He is able to use the herbs to create poisons, medicines, antidotes, and delicious seasonings (not that he needs eats). The zombie dresses light, wearing only clawed gauntlets for armor.


Character Background: Xacular was born Daniau, a bastard (and only) child to a dark lord. He was trained by his father to be the next dark lord, learning many different magics including necromancy. Daniau eventually abandoned his evil father and joined a guild of adventurers. He renamed himself as Xacular and masqueraded as a mage to hide his dark heritage. He made a name for himself as a powerful magic wielding adventurer but eventually fell when he was ambushed by orcs when returning from a long campaign. Refusing to die, Xacular's ghost remained on this earth and called upon the necromancer magic he had learned in an attempt to revive himself.


Miscellaneous: Corpus has runes carved into his back that used to boost Xacular's magical power. Now, they are nothing more than cool looking scars


Corpus:

Anima:

Interesting concept, so as long as you're comfortable with controlling two characters that act as one (or something). Approved!

 

[Hanzax]

Name: Vincent Olufssen


Race: Half-Giant


Gender: Male


Personality: Having lived most of his life helping his father with the forge, social interactions aren't his forté, you could say he isn't well with small-talk. He is rather humble and trusting in manners as he has never truely been crossed in the wrong way before.


Abilities/Talents: His upbringing as a smiths son gave Vincent above-average strength, even for a Half-Gaint. Working the forge has also made him used to the heat associated with it. He also has a sharp eye for analyizing his surroundings.


Equipment/Gear: A Large Tower Shield that covers his full person. Otherwise lightly armoured, as in the picture below. Another main point of his armour is the rather large pauldron on the right shoulder which is to give room for the shield on his left side.





Character Background: Being the son of a smith in one of sketchier sides of Pyl's Gate. His lonely father would spend most of the day fixing armour, weapons and other odds and ends with junk metal that he'd bargain off of patrons. It was only natural that Vincent ended up helping his father by managing the forge and keeping check on the wares. Taking over the smithy was an enivatablity, he had plenty of time to study his fathers techniques on how to work the forge and metal. Not only that but how to keep oneself from being skimped out of the last thread in your pocket from shoddy merchants. Vincent's inheritance of the forge happened a little sooner that expected.


From one morning to the next, his father had left, leaving only a single letter behind. "Dear Son, I am sorry to say that I might have disappointed you. I have chosen to sell the forge and move on further in life. I am certain that you will find your way in life with what you've learnt. I have left a parting gift for you behind the storage room... Good Luck and Farewell my beloved son." It wrote. Vincent folded the piece of paper and slid it into his pocket as he walked out to the storage room. Covered in the slight layer of coal dust was a huge piece of metal leaning up against the dry wooden wall. It wasn't made out of the usual junk metal that his father would bargain off of your average joe. The shield had to have been his fathers greatest work yet, it wasn't covered in decorations or emblems, but one could see the craftsmenship and attention to detail that went into each seem of the metal.





Miscellaneous:


Age- 23


Height- 225cm (7'6")


Appearance-

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[xCRAZYxFACEx]

Name: Vincent Olufssen
Race: Half-Giant


Gender: Male


Personality: Having lived most of his life helping his father with the forge, social interactions aren't his forté, you could say he isn't well with small-talk. He is rather humble and trusting in manners as he has never truely been crossed in the wrong way before.


Abilities/Talents: His upbringing as a smiths son gave Vincent above-average strength, even for a Half-Gaint. Working the forge has also made him used to the heat associated with it. He also has a sharp eye for analyizing his surroundings.


Equipment/Gear: A Large Tower Shield that covers his full person. Otherwise lightly armoured, as in the picture below. Another main point of his armour is the rather large pauldron on the right shoulder which is to give room for the shield on his left side.





Character Background: Being the son of a smith in one of sketchier sides of Pyl's Gate. His lonely father would spend most of the day fixing armour, weapons and other odds and ends with junk metal that he'd bargain off of patrons. It was only natural that Vincent ended up helping his father by managing the forge and keeping check on the wares. Taking over the smithy was an enivatablity, he had plenty of time to study his fathers techniques on how to work the forge and metal. Not only that but how to keep oneself from being skimped out of the last thread in your pocket from shoddy merchants. Vincent's inheritance of the forge happened a little sooner that expected.


From one morning to the next, his father had left, leaving only a single letter behind. "Dear Son, I am sorry to say that I might have disappointed you. I have chosen to sell the forge and move on further in life. I am certain that you will find your way in life with what you've learnt. I have left a parting gift for you behind the storage room... Good Luck and Farewell my beloved son." It wrote. Vincent folded the piece of paper and slid it into his pocket as he walked out to the storage room. Covered in the slight layer of coal dust was a huge piece of metal leaning up against the dry wooden wall. It wasn't made out of the usual junk metal that his father would bargain off of your average joe. The shield had to have been his fathers greatest work yet, it wasn't covered in decorations or emblems, but one could see the craftsmenship and attention to detail that went into each seem of the metal.





Miscellaneous:


Age- 23


Height- 225cm (7'6")


Appearance-

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If you're fine with just your current gear, you're accepted. I'm just worried how he'll attack if all he has is a shield. So, if you want, you can add a weapon or something else to boost his power a bit.

 

[Yesman]

If you're fine with just your current gear, you're accepted. I'm just worried how he'll attack if all he has is a shield.

I wouldn't be suprised if he smacked a guy to the moon and back with a shield, being a half giant and all.

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

I wouldn't be suprised if he smacked a guy to the moon and back with a shield, being a half giant and all.

Fair enough!

 

[Demense]

General Information


Name: Eleonor "Ellie" Lilou-Monet


Pronunciation: ehl-UN-or "EHL" MOH-nay


Name Meaning: Her mother gave her the name Eleonor to mean "bright, shining one." Hating both her family and her name, she has shortened it to Ellie.


Other Names: She was born with several middle names, which although she uses in legal documents, she never reveals. She also lies about her last name and goes by "Leroux" more often than not.


Gender: Female


Age: 23


Titles: Formerly Dame, arranged to be Marquess and daughter of a Comte


Birth Date: January 24th


Birth Place: Her father's estate


Dominant Hand: Right


Astrological Sign: Aquarius


Catchphrase: "Well that's just poxy."


Appearance


Picture:

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Height: 5"10"


Weight: 150lbs


Race: Human


Hair Color: Black


Hair Length: Long


Eye Color: Brown


Eyebrows: Black, well trimmed, arched


Facial Hair: N/A


Health and Image


Diet: A finicky eater, she's primarily vegetarian and suspicious of meat she doesn't know was cooked thoroughly. Only drinks wine.


Exercise: She sticks to a rigorous routine when not on the road. She goes through a variety of stretches to keep herself limber, then goes through an agility drill similar to slaloms, and then on a series of hundred meter sprints. She finishes with a different round of stretches and then for a steaming hot bath. When on the road, her routine is often reduced to stretches, two sprints, and a cold dip in some water source.


Maximum Load: She can lift up to 150, but can only sustain about 100.


Running Speed: Quite fast.


Reflexes: Quite good.


Abnormalities: She's physically normal.


Vulnerabilities: In a fair, one-on-one fight, she'd lose. She relies on stealth, quick reflexes, and not getting hit. If she is, it is a crippling blow.


Imperfections: She lacks formal training, and as such her form is often imperfect. This leaves her open to a skilled counterattack knocking her off balance.


Wardrobe: Mostly black. Her armor is triple-layered. The middle layer is black leather, the inner layer is silk, and the outer layer is an overlay of metal in the places she's most likely to get hit. The silk functions similarly to Kevlar and twists around incoming projectiles, adding to her ranged defense, and the metal deflects lighter blows.


Accessories: She forsook ornamentation when she forsook her name.


Equipment: She fights with two daggers, usually mismatched. She carries various healing salves on her. She keeps a whetstone and oils near at all times and finds maintaining her weapons and armor soothing. Her boots are reinforced. She travels light and carries a black leather sack to carry her various items. She owns a horse, but it is not trained for war, nor is it armored.


Amulets: None.


Scent: She likes dried lavender flowers, and keeps them in her pack when she can afford the luxury.


Scars: She has a light scar on her face, and a battery of them on her arms and torso from her training days.


Voice


Voice: Sweet and melodic, with a heavy foreign accent.


Pitch: Medium


Volume: Soft, but not inaudible by a long shot


Laughter: A sweet, light, almost musical series of bursts


Psychology


Languages: She speaks the Common tongue


Memory: Quite good


Temperament: High-strung, quick to anger, but also quick to calm.


Learning Style: Hands-on, and by her own experience


Instincts: Make a plan


Character


Priorities: Get in and get out clean, kill as few as possible, find a new place to fit in, create a life outside of combat


Self Confidence: Mildly insecure


Motivation: To rebuild a life for herself


Quirks: Has a weird thing for hot baths and curse words involving disease.


Hobbies: Embroidery, riding, dancing


Desires: To live a whole life, to get a pet, to have a home,


Worries: To become a mindless warrior, to forget the value of a human life, to be forced back into a life of frivolity, to never fit in


Worst Nightmare: To realize she never built herself a full life and wasted it away on fighting


Regrets: None, though she is but young


Pet Peeves: Rudeness. Especially in those who know better. Poorly maintained equipment. Braggarts.


Phobias: Not a full phobia, but nobles make her uncomfortable.


Generosity: She would give the shirt off her back.


Honesty: "Lies are stupid. I'm not wasting my energy trying to remember anything more than the truth."


Loyalty: She would only turn on someone given a reason. She would, but she wouldn't take it lightly.


Insecurities: Her scar, her education, not fitting in, her weight


Reliability: She does what she says she will. Rarely more, never less.


Common...


Compliments: "What lovely earrings!" "You're too kind."


Farewells: "Until next time, darling." "Goodbye now!"


Greetings: "Oh hello, darling." "Wonderful to see you again!"


Insults: "You're... just so... you." "What lovely earrings, darling. It's a shame they adorn such an ugly person."


Mood: Often cheerful, but volatile. As quick to calm as she is to anger, though.


Words: Pox, darling


Combat


Immunities: Not entirely immune, but highly resistant to ranged attacks.


Strengths: Speed, agility, poison


Weaknesses: A direct melee assault.


Specialty: Debilitating without fatally wounding.


Signature Moves: Using the hilt of her blades on pressure points, using poison to paralyze with just a nick


Special Attack: Using her blade's extended hilt to knock someone upside the head in what she calls a "nap tap' which renders them unconscious


Social


Mother: Lucille Lilou


Father: Gaspard Monet


Siblings: Annette, Yvonne, Alistair


Close Friends: Cavier, deceased


Friends: Unnamed contacts of Cavier's


Allies: Cavier, deceased


Acquaintances: The majority of nobles know her, if not by acquaintance, at least reputation, and the rapscallion's on her father's estates tolerated and taught her in exchange for jewels


Rivals: Most nobles


Romance


Love Interests: No one, and she doesn't plan to start anytime soon.


Orientation: Bicurious


Significant Other: No one


Turnons: Power, a go-getter, education, civility


Turnoffs: Rudeness, stupidity, feebleness, nobility


Reactions (Can Change)


Angry: If she chooses to display her anger, it's a mighty scene. Flared nostrils, wide eyes, clenched jaw, and about thirty seconds before she'll let loose a flurry of curses like a blizzard in the dead of winter. However, if she's hiding it, she'll appear quite serene, almost euphoric, and begin spouting superficial nonsense about how much she likes you.


Anxious: She'll smile and get a bit quiet. Inside, she'll be thinking of a plan to fix whatever is worrying her.


Criticized: At first she will resent it slightly, but she will appreciate the criticism and work on fixing it.


Depressed: She'll hide away from people as much as possible, and deny she's upset. But her eyes will be glued to the ground, and her shoulders will sloop.


Embarrassed: She'll laugh loudly at herself and fiercely deny she's embarrassed, all while glowing a bright shade of tomato.


Excited: She'll be quite giddy, and giggle. The corners of her eyes will crinkle and she will, quite unabashedly, jump up and down.


Nervous: She'll react similarly to anxiety.


Offended: She'll purse her lips and exchange a barb of her own.


Praised: She'll beam with pride and smile widely.


Sad: She'll frown ever so slightly, but deny anything is wrong and insist she's fine.


Stressed: Generally, she'll explode like Krakatoa and go into a flurry until she's solved whatever is upsetting her. If she can't, she's prone to crying, going into cleaning frenzies, and screaming at people that she's "fine."


Biography


(I am not proud of this, and I'll flesh it out more if you would like. I swear I have a good story I just don't have the motivation to write it all down right now.)


Born to rich parents, Ellie never fit in with the other girls. She was an awkward, pimply youth, and quite ugly to look at. While they studied etiquette and flirted with the boys, she sat in her room, alone. One day, however, she found a friend. He was a thief, and broke in to steal her mother's jewels while she was at a ball. In fact, the entire court was at the ball, except Ellie. Pitying her, the older boy befriended her and taught her what he knew, in exchange for trinkets and baubles no one would miss from around the palace. As she learned more, she grew more daring in what she stole to pay for lessons. The nobles began to notice that more and more expensive trinkets were going missing, but Ellie remained unsuspected. However, her friend was eventually discovered, and given a harsh sentence involving manual labor, far away from Ellie. She asked her parents, and they told her so. She believed them. Friendless again, Ellie was miserable for a time. But years had passed and she had grown into a sweet and elegant lady, and this time around people accepted her more readily. But Ellie continued to flex her thieving muscles, picking up baubles and trading them for lessons with contacts she had made during her previous education. These focused on the agile art of streetfighting, and mostly consisted of them barreling at her while yelling "don't get hit!" Eventually, she learned how not to get hit. She became a proficient knife fighter, and learned the cardinal rule of the streets: don't kill. Killing was considered a horrible thing to do, and should only be done in extreme self-defense. She was happy this way, leading a double life. But one day, while sneaking around stealing, she discovered a terrible secret. Her parents had learned about her tutor, and had him hanged by pulling strings and using their influence. She forsook her name then, and left in the dead of night with enough stolen goods on a stolen horse to bring her to where she needed to be. Here.

 

[KyanoTzoker]

Like your character's sweet, sweet sass, Deme.


EDIT: Here's my character, @xCRAZYxFACEx. Her name is... I don't even know. It just came to mind, and I'm not sure if I'll even keep it. Think of it as a placeholder, I guess.

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Name: Inch


Race: Human


Gender: Female


Personality: Inch's personality is trademarked by volatility and passion. She is somewhat aggressive, though not unkind, simply motivated by the incredible passion behind everything she does, or attempts to do. A strong heart, a strong will. Big ego. A little masculine for a woman, she'll throw punches if she's challenged to do so, and under normal circumstances, she is rather physical. She is undermined by another persons' sweetness; such things will make her turn red and crumple. In summary, fiery; passionate; impulsive; competitive.


Abilities/Talents: Given all that, Inch's focus is funnily enough on water magic, with the beginnings of knowledge on fire. Her abilities with water include summoning water from the moisture in the air, and in very energy-consuming cases, suck an organism dry. She has only tested this on small animals. With water and substances with a high water content, she can manipulate them physically by means of a sort of water-kinesis. With fire, she knows how to create fire in her hands, create a very short-lived stream of fire from her hands, and generally make things a little bit steamy. She has recently heard of 'proximity runes', and is seeking to learn more about them.


She has mild training in the use of her shortsword, primarily for close quarter combat, focusing on defending herself. She's very sloppy with it.


Equipment/Gear: Scabbard of hard, brown, worn leather for her poorly maintained steel shortsword. Pouches on her belt for dry food, small fruits, a canteen. Pockets in her jacket for a thread and needle, just in case, as well as odds and ends.


Character Background: Inch's childhood was spent helping her parents in their service to a lord. They worked with mules and donkeys, very rarely some horses. They maintained and used them, mainly for plowing, to keep the lord's unusually large and very farm-heavy land in order.


Inch's father was a bitter man. The lord was especially oppressive and bullying, focusing on her father for reasons she never had the opportunity to understand. This built up anger in Inch's father. This anger was taken out on Inch and her mother, particularly Inch. She faced abuse and violence until one day she ached so harshly she could not do the day's work, much less get farther than out of her bed. His solution was to break an arm and nose, along will copious purple and red bruises and cuts. Her mother attempted to hold him off until he turned his attention to her. At this break, Inch made a limp for it, and by a strategy of limp-and-hide, she managed to escape her father.


Traumatised, Inch hobbled several kilometers through forest and hardly trod dirt trails before falling unconscious. She awoke at dusk in the hut of a witch, who decided to nurse her over feeding her to her wolf. The witch took her as her own, not only nursing her back to health, but also teaching her what she knew. This was primarily water magic, with the beginnings of fire. Amongst magic, she also learned of the rest of the world, and particularly, the somewhat nearby city, Pyl's Gate, and the guild that made its home there: The Omegas.


As time went by, Inch grew more and more curious, as well as more and more proficient with her magic. The day came when while she was out foraging for roots and berries, Inch overheard the conversation of passing travellers, talking about the various organisations within Pyl's Gate, and how The Omegas in particular, among others, were recruiting. She returned to her adopted mother's hut later that day, and talked about the recruitment. Their conclusion was that if she wished to explore, let her explore.


And so she set off.


With the scant coin her mother had in her hut from passing travellers and strange barters she had no part in, she managed to get some sloppy, marginally useful short-swordsmanship lessons from a rather unqualified teacher. She stoppeed shortly after starting. She was accepted into the guild for her magic, though she wouldn't mind refining her swordsmanship, too.


Miscellaneous:

• I'm god awful at character making.
  
• Oh and she's roughly 23, she never kept track,
  
• And about 5'9".
  

 

[Demense]

Like your character's sweet, sweet sass, Deme.
I'll stop being lazy and weird and make my character. I'm thinking a mage of a sort, but not fully focused on mage-ing. Maybe. Anyway, she's gonna look like this c:.

Why thank you :3 She's my first OC I think I'll use in more than one RP. I really liked her story, but I need to get it all out of my head and written down. It's a bit more detailed than what I put. If these RPs go well I might adapt her a bit and let her star in the book I keep telling myself I'll write.

 

[Imperator Penguin]

Alright here's my character! Sorry if I wrote a short novel about him but I really got into creating this character and his backstory! And I see that I'm not the only character with a sort of split personality but from reading the RP our characters don't operate the same way (whew, I wouldn't have wanted to redo this character). Anyways if I'm accepted I'll be making updates to the CS as I clean the character up and fill out smaller details.

Cináed Shepherd/Aodh

Name: Cináed Shepherd/Aodh


Pronunciation: Cináed (KIN-ahj)/Aodh (Eh)


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Race: Human/Spirit Host

No I won't let you . . . No, you can't burn everything . . . N-no, I willnae burn everything! Oye! stop doing that! Oh, I-I'm sor-sorry. P-please don't mind me . . ." Cináed to Aodh

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  A spirit host is a living body that has been possessed by a spirit. Spirits come from the Spirit Realm and con only take a physical form in this world by possessing a body. Typically the spirit takes complete control of the host, imprisoning the host's soul within the body. Sometimes, however, a host with a strong enough will can maintain control of the body while the spirit inhabits it, gaining access to the spirit's power.
  
  
  Spirits are elemental beings, taking after a single elemental aspect (i.e. fire, water, wind, earth, etc.). Spirits can only enter this world by either being summoned or through a rift between the Spirit Realm and this world. Powerful sorcerers can summon spirits and bind them to objects thereby binding the spirit to themselves. More often than not, sorcerers summon spirits far stronger than themselves and are instead possessed by the spirit, becoming spirit hosts. Rogue spirit hosts are often dangerous creatures as the spirits lash out at the beings that tried to bind it against its will.
  
  
  
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  -Height: 5'7"
  
  
  -Body Type: Lean. Skinny but with some muscle.
  
  
  -Hair: White. Medium length.
  
  
  -Eyes: Dull pale blue. When accessing magical power they began to glow bright blue.
  
  
  -Skin: Pale.
  
  
  -Other: All down his arms and hands are glowing blue scars. When he expands magical power they glow brighter.
  
  
  
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  Cináed was born in a small village in the highlands of Carraig Samhradh, a small island in the northern seas. His family consisted of his father, his mother, and his younger sister. His father was a sheep herder thus Cináed was also raised to be a shepherd. Cináed had no aspirations of being a shepherd his entire life. He had dreams of leaving the highlands to join a clan in the lowlands and fight for glory and honor. This naturally brought him beatings from his father and wails from his mother. More than once his father had to haul him back home after attempting to run away, these escapades usually ending in a severe beating. Eventually Cináed grew smarter and decided to bide his time until he was strong enough to resist his father.
  
  
  At the age of 14 he was given control over part of the flock. One day he took the flock to graze higher in the hills, higher than he had ever gone before. On the third day out from his village he came across a tomb set into the side of a hill. Instinct told Cináed to steer clear of the tomb and return home but his adventurous side, which had never deserted him, urged him to go in. His adventurous side won that argument.
  
  
  Deep within the tomb, Cináed found the burial chamber of an ancient sorcerer. Of course he didn't know what he had stumbled upon; he had never learned to read and the glyphs inscribed on the walls weren't any he recognized. What he did know was that he had found a vast treasure, more than enough to help set him up once he left home. Intending to leave the tomb intact until he left home, Cináed made to leave. However, he found himself drawn to a hand-sized orb, set on a pedestal at the head of a large stone coffin. The orb seemed to be made of some transparent material, with intricate metal work encasing it and a dull glow emanating from its core. Cináed couldn't help but touch the orb.
  
  
  Light flooded through Cináed as he came into contact with the fire spirit bound within the orb, Aodh. Aodh immediately invaded Cináed, the first living body it had come into contact with in hundreds of years. Cináed's mind was torn asunder as the raw force that was a spirit flooded into him. Images flashed through his brain, showing him scenes of the sorcerer who had first bound Aodh, who Cináed now knew was not just a fire spirit, but the king of fire spirits. Once Aodh's memories finished flowing through him, Cináed found the pieces of his mind floating in the spirit realm, unable to comprehend the world around him (as no human could ever hope to comprehend the vastness of the Spirit Realm). It took him what felt like an eternity to pull the pieces of himself back together, driven by anger at this invasion and the hopes of his dreams. He forced his way back into his own body and took control.
  
  
  When he regained consciousness, Cináed found himself in the scorched remains of his village. Every house was burned to cinders, every blade of grass decimated, every living thing destroyed as far as his eyes could see. Intense sadness overtook him and grieved for the family he had lost, for all the lives he had stolen, and for himself. He stayed rooted to the spot for weeks, refusing to eat or drink, willing himself to die. Aodh, however, would not allow him to die, not after having tasted freedom - albeit a short-lived freedom - for the first time in centuries. Finally, once Cináed had shed every last tear in his body, he rose from the ashes. At his feet he found the orb that had started it all. From the remnants of Aodh's memories he understood that the orb allowed the owner to control Aodh. He picked it up and left his home.
  
  
  For the next three years, Cináed traveled from land to land, trying to find a place he could belong. He still held onto his dream of finding glory as a warrior. Unfortunately, Aodh's possession had left him damaged, his mind never the same, and his body changed. His once raven hair had gone white as snow, his eyes had lost their shine, and glowing blue scars lanced his arms. Aodh whispered to him in an unknown language, but he didn't have to know to understand. Aodh wanted his body so that it could unleash its fury upon the world. Cináed spent every day living in fear of losing control and bringing the fate of his village to another.
  
  
  Everywhere he went he was shunned, called crazy and mad, and more often than not, refused hospitality. Guilds, armies, and mercenaries all turned him away. He spend most of his nights sleeping on the streets, often having to beg for food or money. But, no matter how bad things became, he always held onto a spark of hope. If he could find his chance, if he could control his new found powers, he could become the warrior he always wanted to be. When he heard the Omega's were recruiting anyone that could prove their skill, he answered the call.
  
  
  
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  • Cináed Shepherd is a bundle of nerves. He lives in constant fear of losing control to Aodh. He's not a recluse but he doesn't actively seek engagement and most people don't try to engage him. In fact, he's spent the last three years shunned by most other humanoids. Most think he's mad, often muttering to himself, eyes rarely focusing on anything for more than a moment, and his nervous tics that appear when dealing with people. The few that have gotten to know him, however, find him to be a pleasant fellow, if a tad bit odd looking and most likely touched in the head. Cináed is humble to a fault, having spent many days begging and many nights sleeping on the streets. While he has taught himself to speak the common tongue like most people of the continent, his island accent still slips in on occasion. He tries to avoid conflict with others unless he has a reason to pick a fight (jobs, self-defense, etc.). Beneath his broken exterior, remains the spark of a boy who had a dream to become a great warrior.
    
  • Aodh has been driven mad, first when it was bound by a sorcerer against its will and again after being imprisoned alone in the sorcerer's tomb for centuries. It cannot think clearly enough through the haze of anger and hatred for the being that imprisoned it. It follows one singular drive; to burn everything. Aodh is constantly bashing its will agaisnt Cináed's in an attempt to take over his body and rain fire upon the world. Cináed does not understand Aodh's language but perhaps one day, someone will come along who can and perhaps they can clear the spirit's anger and free Cináed from his chains.
    
  
  
  
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  ~Likes
  
  
  +Food. Any and lots of food.
  
  
  +Admires other warriors who he thinks are the ideal warrior. The type of warrior he wanted to be before he became a spirit host.
  
  
  +Herd animals, especially horses.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  ~Dislikes/Fears
  
  
  +Dislikes and fears Aodh.
  
  
  +Not having food.
  
  
  +Dislikes not being in control, fears losing control.
  
  
  +Dislikes warriors who must resort to underhanded means
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Fire Magic: Aodh is a spirit of fire and thus has power over fire. When Cináed is in control, he can utilize perhaps 10% of Aodh's power, feeding upon his bodies energy to fuel the magic. Should Aodh take control, it can draw energy directly from the Spirit Realm making it exceptionally powerful. Basic skills include summoning fire in the palms of his hands by drawing heat from the air and cause pillars of fire to erupt from the earth by drawing heat from the ground (etc fire powers). He can control and draw strength from fire (draining the energy of the fire) not generated by magic. He cannot draw strength from the sun.
    
  • Spirit Vision: Since Cináed is possessed by a spirit, he has the ability to see the spirits in this world. He can see if someone is possessed by a spirit and rifts between this world and the Spirit Realm.
    
  • Staff Skills: As a shepherd, Cináed learned to defend his flock from wolves and other predators with the only weapon available to him; his shepherd's crook.
    
  • Cináed is exceptionally good with hear animals (i.e. sheep, horses, etc.) He is also a very good rider, having grown up riding Highland horses.
    
  
  
  
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  +Strong offensive capabilities with his fire magic. When possessed by Aodh, his power becomes overwhelming.
  
  
  +Extreme Control. Since Cináed fears losing control of himself, he has trained to have extreme control over his powers (even if it means sacrificing the strength of his power).
  
  
  +Virtuous. Strong morals.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  ~Weaknesses
  
  
  +Always on a razor's edge of losing control. If possessed by Aodh, he loses the ability to tell friend from foe and goes on a destructive rampage.
  
  
  +Extreme cold can dampen his fire magic as there is not as much heat to draw upon.
  
  
  +Water can put out his "flame" preventing him from using fire magic. The higher his power level the more water it would take (i.e. it would take submerging an Aodh possessed Cináed in a lake to prevent it from using its power).
  
  
  +Burnout. If Cináed burns too much energy (occurs faster in the cold or if lacking food) he enters burnout. Best case scenario he becomes unable to use fire magic. Worst case he losses consciousness and Aodh takes over his body.
  
  
  +Aodh's Orb. So long as Cináed has control (both physical and mental) over the orb, Aodh cannot take complete control of his body. Should someone else gain control over the orb, they would effectively have control over Cináed and Aodh.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Clothing: When he joins the Omega, Cináed wears a roughspun, long sleeved tunic and threadbear trousers, both looking much worse for wear. He keeps his hands, arms, and feed wrapped in cloth strips. Once he acquires some money he will buy a long black, hooded tunic, black trousers, black boots, and long black leather gloves. He always makes sure to keep his arms covered no matter how hot it may be.
    
  • Aodh's Orb is always kept on his person even when sleeping. He keeps it in a leather pouch that hangs from his hip.
    
  • A polished, wooden shepherd's crook. The only physical weapon he ever learned to use. He carries it as a reminded of where he's come from and what he's done.
    
  • A small satchel with various items such as a needle and thread (when he can afford it) and the few coins he owns.
    
  
  
  
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  - While Cináed has strong fire magic, while in control he couldn't, say, burn you instantly to a crisp. He might scorch you pretty good, give you some serious burns if directly hit, but it would take more than just one hit to kill a tough creature or seasoned warrior.
  
  
  -While Aodh is definitely overpowered, the whole point of Cináed is to never let Aodh take control. The only time Aodh would take control in the story is in a dire situation where Aodh has had a critical burnout or lost control of the orb, which will be rare.
  
  
  

 

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

General Information
Name: Eleonor "Ellie" Lilou-Monet


Pronunciation: ehl-UN-or "EHL" MOH-nay


Name Meaning: Her mother gave her the name Eleonor to mean "bright, shining one." Hating both her family and her name, she has shortened it to Ellie.


Other Names: She was born with several middle names, which although she uses in legal documents, she never reveals. She also lies about her last name and goes by "Leroux" more often than not.


Gender: Female


Age: 23


Titles: Formerly Dame, arranged to be Marquess and daughter of a Comte


Birth Date: January 24th


Birth Place: Her father's estate


Dominant Hand: Right


Astrological Sign: Aquarius


Catchphrase: "Well that's just poxy."


Appearance


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Height: 5"10"


Weight: 150lbs


Race: Human


Hair Color: Black


Hair Length: Long


Eye Color: Brown


Eyebrows: Black, well trimmed, arched


Facial Hair: N/A


Health and Image


Diet: A finicky eater, she's primarily vegetarian and suspicious of meat she doesn't know was cooked thoroughly. Only drinks wine.


Exercise: She sticks to a rigorous routine when not on the road. She goes through a variety of stretches to keep herself limber, then goes through an agility drill similar to slaloms, and then on a series of hundred meter sprints. She finishes with a different round of stretches and then for a steaming hot bath. When on the road, her routine is often reduced to stretches, two sprints, and a cold dip in some water source.


Maximum Load: She can lift up to 150, but can only sustain about 100.


Running Speed: Quite fast.


Reflexes: Quite good.


Abnormalities: She's physically normal.


Vulnerabilities: In a fair, one-on-one fight, she'd lose. She relies on stealth, quick reflexes, and not getting hit. If she is, it is a crippling blow.


Imperfections: She lacks formal training, and as such her form is often imperfect. This leaves her open to a skilled counterattack knocking her off balance.


Wardrobe: Mostly black. Her armor is triple-layered. The middle layer is black leather, the inner layer is silk, and the outer layer is an overlay of metal in the places she's most likely to get hit. The silk functions similarly to Kevlar and twists around incoming projectiles, adding to her ranged defense, and the metal deflects lighter blows.


Accessories: She forsook ornamentation when she forsook her name.


Equipment: She fights with two daggers, usually mismatched. She carries various healing salves on her. She keeps a whetstone and oils near at all times and finds maintaining her weapons and armor soothing. Her boots are reinforced. She travels light and carries a black leather sack to carry her various items. She owns a horse, but it is not trained for war, nor is it armored.


Amulets: None.


Scent: She likes dried lavender flowers, and keeps them in her pack when she can afford the luxury.


Scars: She has a light scar on her face, and a battery of them on her arms and torso from her training days.


Voice


Voice: Sweet and melodic, with a heavy foreign accent.


Pitch: Medium


Volume: Soft, but not inaudible by a long shot


Laughter: A sweet, light, almost musical series of bursts


Psychology


Languages: She speaks the Common tongue


Memory: Quite good


Temperament: High-strung, quick to anger, but also quick to calm.


Learning Style: Hands-on, and by her own experience


Instincts: Make a plan


Character


Priorities: Get in and get out clean, kill as few as possible, find a new place to fit in, create a life outside of combat


Self Confidence: Mildly insecure


Motivation: To rebuild a life for herself


Quirks: Has a weird thing for hot baths and curse words involving disease.


Hobbies: Embroidery, riding, dancing


Desires: To live a whole life, to get a pet, to have a home,


Worries: To become a mindless warrior, to forget the value of a human life, to be forced back into a life of frivolity, to never fit in


Worst Nightmare: To realize she never built herself a full life and wasted it away on fighting


Regrets: None, though she is but young


Pet Peeves: Rudeness. Especially in those who know better. Poorly maintained equipment. Braggarts.


Phobias: Not a full phobia, but nobles make her uncomfortable.


Generosity: She would give the shirt off her back.


Honesty: "Lies are stupid. I'm not wasting my energy trying to remember anything more than the truth."


Loyalty: She would only turn on someone given a reason. She would, but she wouldn't take it lightly.


Insecurities: Her scar, her education, not fitting in, her weight


Reliability: She does what she says she will. Rarely more, never less.


Common...


Compliments: "What lovely earrings!" "You're too kind."


Farewells: "Until next time, darling." "Goodbye now!"


Greetings: "Oh hello, darling." "Wonderful to see you again!"


Insults: "You're... just so... you." "What lovely earrings, darling. It's a shame they adorn such an ugly person."


Mood: Often cheerful, but volatile. As quick to calm as she is to anger, though.


Words: Pox, darling


Combat


Immunities: Not entirely immune, but highly resistant to ranged attacks.


Strengths: Speed, agility, poison


Weaknesses: A direct melee assault.


Specialty: Debilitating without fatally wounding.


Signature Moves: Using the hilt of her blades on pressure points, using poison to paralyze with just a nick


Special Attack: Using her blade's extended hilt to knock someone upside the head in what she calls a "nap tap' which renders them unconscious


Social


Mother: Lucille Lilou


Father: Gaspard Monet


Siblings: Annette, Yvonne, Alistair


Close Friends: Cavier, deceased


Friends: Unnamed contacts of Cavier's


Allies: Cavier, deceased


Acquaintances: The majority of nobles know her, if not by acquaintance, at least reputation, and the rapscallion's on her father's estates tolerated and taught her in exchange for jewels


Rivals: Most nobles


Romance


Love Interests: No one, and she doesn't plan to start anytime soon.


Orientation: Bicurious


Significant Other: No one


Turnons: Power, a go-getter, education, civility


Turnoffs: Rudeness, stupidity, feebleness, nobility


Reactions (Can Change)


Angry: If she chooses to display her anger, it's a mighty scene. Flared nostrils, wide eyes, clenched jaw, and about thirty seconds before she'll let loose a flurry of curses like a blizzard in the dead of winter. However, if she's hiding it, she'll appear quite serene, almost euphoric, and begin spouting superficial nonsense about how much she likes you.


Anxious: She'll smile and get a bit quiet. Inside, she'll be thinking of a plan to fix whatever is worrying her.


Criticized: At first she will resent it slightly, but she will appreciate the criticism and work on fixing it.


Depressed: She'll hide away from people as much as possible, and deny she's upset. But her eyes will be glued to the ground, and her shoulders will sloop.


Embarrassed: She'll laugh loudly at herself and fiercely deny she's embarrassed, all while glowing a bright shade of tomato.


Excited: She'll be quite giddy, and giggle. The corners of her eyes will crinkle and she will, quite unabashedly, jump up and down.


Nervous: She'll react similarly to anxiety.


Offended: She'll purse her lips and exchange a barb of her own.


Praised: She'll beam with pride and smile widely.


Sad: She'll frown ever so slightly, but deny anything is wrong and insist she's fine.


Stressed: Generally, she'll explode like Krakatoa and go into a flurry until she's solved whatever is upsetting her. If she can't, she's prone to crying, going into cleaning frenzies, and screaming at people that she's "fine."


Biography


(I am not proud of this, and I'll flesh it out more if you would like. I swear I have a good story I just don't have the motivation to write it all down right now.)


Born to rich parents, Ellie never fit in with the other girls. She was an awkward, pimply youth, and quite ugly to look at. While they studied etiquette and flirted with the boys, she sat in her room, alone. One day, however, she found a friend. He was a thief, and broke in to steal her mother's jewels while she was at a ball. In fact, the entire court was at the ball, except Ellie. Pitying her, the older boy befriended her and taught her what he knew, in exchange for trinkets and baubles no one would miss from around the palace. As she learned more, she grew more daring in what she stole to pay for lessons. The nobles began to notice that more and more expensive trinkets were going missing, but Ellie remained unsuspected. However, her friend was eventually discovered, and given a harsh sentence involving manual labor, far away from Ellie. She asked her parents, and they told her so. She believed them. Friendless again, Ellie was miserable for a time. But years had passed and she had grown into a sweet and elegant lady, and this time around people accepted her more readily. But Ellie continued to flex her thieving muscles, picking up baubles and trading them for lessons with contacts she had made during her previous education. These focused on the agile art of streetfighting, and mostly consisted of them barreling at her while yelling "don't get hit!" Eventually, she learned how not to get hit. She became a proficient knife fighter, and learned the cardinal rule of the streets: don't kill. Killing was considered a horrible thing to do, and should only be done in extreme self-defense. She was happy this way, leading a double life. But one day, while sneaking around stealing, she discovered a terrible secret. Her parents had learned about her tutor, and had him hanged by pulling strings and using their influence. She forsook her name then, and left in the dead of night with enough stolen goods on a stolen horse to bring her to where she needed to be. Here.


Well... a bit more than I asked for, but you hit all the major points that I required. Accepted.

Like your character's sweet, sweet sass, Deme.
EDIT: Here's my character, @xCRAZYxFACEx. Her name is... I don't even know. It just came to mind, and I'm not sure if I'll even keep it. Think of it as a placeholder, I guess.






It's good, the only problem I have is her being a member for years by this point. She'd be taking jobs meant for newer folks, and moreover it doesn't fit in the context of Morrigan's speech. Everything else is fine, just change that one bit so that she's also a new recruit. Once that's done, post it in the CS tab!

[QUOTE="Imperator Penguin]Alright here's my character! Sorry if I wrote a short novel about him but I really got into creating this character and his backstory! And I see that I'm not the only character with a sort of split personality but from reading the RP our characters don't operate the same way (whew, I wouldn't have wanted to redo this character). Anyways if I'm accepted I'll be making updates to the CS as I clean the character up and fill out smaller details.

Cináed Shepherd/Aodh

Name: Cináed Shepherd/Aodh


Pronunciation: Cináed (KIN-ahj)/Aodh (Eh)


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Race: Human/Spirit Host

No I won't let you . . . No, you can't burn everything . . . N-no, I willnae burn everything! Oye! stop doing that! Oh, I-I'm sor-sorry. P-please don't mind me . . ." Cináed to Aodh

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  A spirit host is a living body that has been possessed by a spirit. Spirits come from the Spirit Realm and con only take a physical form in this world by possessing a body. Typically the spirit takes complete control of the host, imprisoning the host's soul within the body. Sometimes, however, a host with a strong enough will can maintain control of the body while the spirit inhabits it, gaining access to the spirit's power.
  
  
  Spirits are elemental beings, taking after a single elemental aspect (i.e. fire, water, wind, earth, etc.). Spirits can only enter this world by either being summoned or through a rift between the Spirit Realm and this world. Powerful sorcerers can summon spirits and bind them to objects thereby binding the spirit to themselves. More often than not, sorcerers summon spirits far stronger than themselves and are instead possessed by the spirit, becoming spirit hosts. Rogue spirit hosts are often dangerous creatures as the spirits lash out at the beings that tried to bind it against its will.
  
  
  
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  -Height: 5'7"
  
  
  -Body Type: Lean. Skinny but with some muscle.
  
  
  -Hair: White. Medium length.
  
  
  -Eyes: Dull pale blue. When accessing magical power they began to glow bright blue.
  
  
  -Skin: Pale.
  
  
  -Other: All down his arms and hands are glowing blue scars. When he expands magical power they glow brighter.
  
  
  
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  Cináed was born in a small village in the highlands of Carraig Samhradh, a small island in the northern seas. His family consisted of his father, his mother, and his younger sister. His father was a sheep herder thus Cináed was also raised to be a shepherd. Cináed had no aspirations of being a shepherd his entire life. He had dreams of leaving the highlands to join a clan in the lowlands and fight for glory and honor. This naturally brought him beatings from his father and wails from his mother. More than once his father had to haul him back home after attempting to run away, these escapades usually ending in a severe beating. Eventually Cináed grew smarter and decided to bide his time until he was strong enough to resist his father.
  
  
  At the age of 14 he was given control over part of the flock. One day he took the flock to graze higher in the hills, higher than he had ever gone before. On the third day out from his village he came across a tomb set into the side of a hill. Instinct told Cináed to steer clear of the tomb and return home but his adventurous side, which had never deserted him, urged him to go in. His adventurous side won that argument.
  
  
  Deep within the tomb, Cináed found the burial chamber of an ancient sorcerer. Of course he didn't know what he had stumbled upon; he had never learned to read and the glyphs inscribed on the walls weren't any he recognized. What he did know was that he had found a vast treasure, more than enough to help set him up once he left home. Intending to leave the tomb intact until he left home, Cináed made to leave. However, he found himself drawn to a hand-sized orb, set on a pedestal at the head of a large stone coffin. The orb seemed to be made of some transparent material, with intricate metal work encasing it and a dull glow emanating from its core. Cináed couldn't help but touch the orb.
  
  
  Light flooded through Cináed as he came into contact with the fire spirit bound within the orb, Aodh. Aodh immediately invaded Cináed, the first living body it had come into contact with in hundreds of years. Cináed's mind was torn asunder as the raw force that was a spirit flooded into him. Images flashed through his brain, showing him scenes of the sorcerer who had first bound Aodh, who Cináed now knew was not just a fire spirit, but the king of fire spirits. Once Aodh's memories finished flowing through him, Cináed found the pieces of his mind floating in the spirit realm, unable to comprehend the world around him (as no human could ever hope to comprehend the vastness of the Spirit Realm). It took him what felt like an eternity to pull the pieces of himself back together, driven by anger at this invasion and the hopes of his dreams. He forced his way back into his own body and took control.
  
  
  When he regained consciousness, Cináed found himself in the scorched remains of his village. Every house was burned to cinders, every blade of grass decimated, every living thing destroyed as far as his eyes could see. Intense sadness overtook him and grieved for the family he had lost, for all the lives he had stolen, and for himself. He stayed rooted to the spot for weeks, refusing to eat or drink, willing himself to die. Aodh, however, would not allow him to die, not after having tasted freedom - albeit a short-lived freedom - for the first time in centuries. Finally, once Cináed had shed every last tear in his body, he rose from the ashes. At his feet he found the orb that had started it all. From the remnants of Aodh's memories he understood that the orb allowed the owner to control Aodh. He picked it up and left his home.
  
  
  For the next three years, Cináed traveled from land to land, trying to find a place he could belong. He still held onto his dream of finding glory as a warrior. Unfortunately, Aodh's possession had left him damaged, his mind never the same, and his body changed. His once raven hair had gone white as snow, his eyes had lost their shine, and glowing blue scars lanced his arms. Aodh whispered to him in an unknown language, but he didn't have to know to understand. Aodh wanted his body so that it could unleash its fury upon the world. Cináed spent every day living in fear of losing control and bringing the fate of his village to another.
  
  
  Everywhere he went he was shunned, called crazy and mad, and more often than not, refused hospitality. Guilds, armies, and mercenaries all turned him away. He spend most of his nights sleeping on the streets, often having to beg for food or money. But, no matter how bad things became, he always held onto a spark of hope. If he could find his chance, if he could control his new found powers, he could become the warrior he always wanted to be. When he heard the Omega's were recruiting anyone that could prove their skill, he answered the call.
  
  
  
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  • Cináed Shepherd is a bundle of nerves. He lives in constant fear of losing control to Aodh. He's not a recluse but he doesn't actively seek engagement and most people don't try to engage him. In fact, he's spent the last three years shunned by most other humanoids. Most think he's mad, often muttering to himself, eyes rarely focusing on anything for more than a moment, and his nervous tics that appear when dealing with people. The few that have gotten to know him, however, find him to be a pleasant fellow, if a tad bit odd looking and most likely touched in the head. Cináed is humble to a fault, having spent many days begging and many nights sleeping on the streets. While he has taught himself to speak the common tongue like most people of the continent, his island accent still slips in on occasion. He tries to avoid conflict with others unless he has a reason to pick a fight (jobs, self-defense, etc.). Beneath his broken exterior, remains the spark of a boy who had a dream to become a great warrior.
    
  • Aodh has been driven mad, first when it was bound by a sorcerer against its will and again after being imprisoned alone in the sorcerer's tomb for centuries. It cannot think clearly enough through the haze of anger and hatred for the being that imprisoned it. It follows one singular drive; to burn everything. Aodh is constantly bashing its will agaisnt Cináed's in an attempt to take over his body and rain fire upon the world. Cináed does not understand Aodh's language but perhaps one day, someone will come along who can and perhaps they can clear the spirit's anger and free Cináed from his chains.
    
  
  
  
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  ~Likes
  
  
  +Food. Any and lots of food.
  
  
  +Admires other warriors who he thinks are the ideal warrior. The type of warrior he wanted to be before he became a spirit host.
  
  
  +Herd animals, especially horses.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  ~Dislikes/Fears
  
  
  +Dislikes and fears Aodh.
  
  
  +Not having food.
  
  
  +Dislikes not being in control, fears losing control.
  
  
  +Dislikes warriors who must resort to underhanded means
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Fire Magic: Aodh is a spirit of fire and thus has power over fire. When Cináed is in control, he can utilize perhaps 10% of Aodh's power, feeding upon his bodies energy to fuel the magic. Should Aodh take control, it can draw energy directly from the Spirit Realm making it exceptionally powerful. Basic skills include summoning fire in the palms of his hands by drawing heat from the air and cause pillars of fire to erupt from the earth by drawing heat from the ground (etc fire powers). He can control and draw strength from fire (draining the energy of the fire) not generated by magic. He cannot draw strength from the sun.
    
  • Spirit Vision: Since Cináed is possessed by a spirit, he has the ability to see the spirits in this world. He can see if someone is possessed by a spirit and rifts between this world and the Spirit Realm.
    
  • Staff Skills: As a shepherd, Cináed learned to defend his flock from wolves and other predators with the only weapon available to him; his shepherd's crook.
    
  • Cináed is exceptionally good with hear animals (i.e. sheep, horses, etc.) He is also a very good rider, having grown up riding Highland horses.
    
  
  
  
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  ~Strengths
  
  
  +Strong offensive capabilities with his fire magic. When possessed by Aodh, his power becomes overwhelming.
  
  
  +Extreme Control. Since Cináed fears losing control of himself, he has trained to have extreme control over his powers (even if it means sacrificing the strength of his power).
  
  
  +Virtuous. Strong morals.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  ~Weaknesses
  
  
  +Always on a razor's edge of losing control. If possessed by Aodh, he loses the ability to tell friend from foe and goes on a destructive rampage.
  
  
  +Extreme cold can dampen his fire magic as there is not as much heat to draw upon.
  
  
  +Water can put out his "flame" preventing him from using fire magic. The higher his power level the more water it would take (i.e. it would take submerging an Aodh possessed Cináed in a lake to prevent it from using its power).
  
  
  +Burnout. If Cináed burns too much energy (occurs faster in the cold or if lacking food) he enters burnout. Best case scenario he becomes unable to use fire magic. Worst case he losses consciousness and Aodh takes over his body.
  
  
  +Aodh's Orb. So long as Cináed has control (both physical and mental) over the orb, Aodh cannot take complete control of his body. Should someone else gain control over the orb, they would effectively have control over Cináed and Aodh.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Clothing: When he joins the Omega, Cináed wears a roughspun, long sleeved tunic and threadbear trousers, both looking much worse for wear. He keeps his hands, arms, and feed wrapped in cloth strips. Once he acquires some money he will buy a long black, hooded tunic, black trousers, black boots, and long black leather gloves. He always makes sure to keep his arms covered no matter how hot it may be.
    
  • Aodh's Orb is always kept on his person even when sleeping. He keeps it in a leather pouch that hangs from his hip.
    
  • A polished, wooden shepherd's crook. The only physical weapon he ever learned to use. He carries it as a reminded of where he's come from and what he's done.
    
  • A small satchel with various items such as a needle and thread (when he can afford it) and the few coins he owns.
    
  
  
  
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  - While Cináed has strong fire magic, while in control he couldn't, say, burn you instantly to a crisp. He might scorch you pretty good, give you some serious burns if directly hit, but it would take more than just one hit to kill a tough creature or seasoned warrior.
  
  
  -While Aodh is definitely overpowered, the whole point of Cináed is to never let Aodh take control. The only time Aodh would take control in the story is in a dire situation where Aodh has had a critical burnout or lost control of the orb, which will be rare.
  
  
  

I like the duality here! The only problem I foresee is if Aodh takes control. There isn't meant to be much PvP, if at all, so it'd be problematic if Aodh tries to kill other players. You'd need permission from others to fight them, and of course whether or not they die. If you think you can work around those problems while RP'ing, you're free to post in the CS tab. If not, send me a pm and we can work something out.

Name: Inch


Race: Human


Gender: Female


Personality: Inch's personality is trademarked by volatility and passion. She is somewhat aggressive, though not unkind, simply motivated by the incredible passion behind everything she does, or attempts to do. A strong heart, a strong will. Big ego. A little masculine for a woman, she'll throw punches if she's challenged to do so, and under normal circumstances, she is rather physical. She is undermined by another persons' sweetness; such things will make her turn red and crumple. In summary, fiery; passionate; impulsive; competitive.


Abilities/Talents: Given all that, Inch's focus is funnily enough on water magic, with the beginnings of knowledge on fire. Her abilities with water include summoning water from the moisture in the air, and in very energy-consuming cases, suck an organism dry. She has only tested this on small animals. With water and substances with a high water content, she can manipulate them physically by means of a sort of water-kinesis. With fire, she knows how to create fire in her hands, create a very short-lived stream of fire from her hands, and generally make things a little bit steamy. She has recently heard of 'proximity runes', and is seeking to learn more about them.


She has mild training in the use of her shortsword, primarily for close quarter combat, focusing on defending herself. She's very sloppy with it.


Equipment/Gear: Scabbard of hard, brown, worn leather for her poorly maintained steel shortsword. Pouches on her belt for dry food, small fruits, a canteen. Pockets in her jacket for a thread and needle, just in case, as well as odds and ends.


Character Background: Inch's childhood was spent helping her parents in their service to a lord. They worked with mules and donkeys, very rarely some horses. They maintained and used them, mainly for plowing, to keep the lord's unusually large and very farm-heavy land in order.


Inch's father was a bitter man. The lord was especially oppressive and bullying, focusing on her father for reasons she never had the opportunity to understand. This built up anger in Inch's father. This anger was taken out on Inch and her mother, particularly Inch. She faced abuse and violence until one day she ached so harshly she could not do the day's work, much less get farther than out of her bed. His solution was to break an arm and nose, along will copious purple and red bruises and cuts. Her mother attempted to hold him off until he turned his attention to her. At this break, Inch made a limp for it, and by a strategy of limp-and-hide, she managed to escape her father.


Traumatised, Inch hobbled several kilometers through forest and hardly trod dirt trails before falling unconscious. She awoke at dusk in the hut of a witch, who decided to nurse her over feeding her to her wolf. The witch took her as her own, not only nursing her back to health, but also teaching her what she knew. This was primarily water magic, with the beginnings of fire. Amongst magic, she also learned of the rest of the world, and particularly, the somewhat nearby city, Pyl's Gate, and the guild that made its home there: The Omegas.


As time went by, Inch grew more and more curious, as well as more and more proficient with her magic. The day came when while she was out foraging for roots and berries, Inch overheard the conversation of passing travellers, talking about the various organisations within Pyl's Gate, and how The Omegas in particular, among others, were recruiting. She returned to her adopted mother's hut later that day, and talked about the recruitment. Their conclusion was that if she wished to explore, let her explore.


And so she set off.


She was accepted for her magic, and managed to pay for some very sloppy and marginally useful short-swordsmanship teachings, which she has since stopped wasting her money on. She seeks a better teacher to this day, but focuses far more on her magic. In the present day, she has been a member of the Omegas for a few years now, and intends to stay.


Miscellaneous:

• I'm god awful at character making.
  
• Oh and she's roughly 23, she never kept track,
  
• And about 5'9".
  

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[Imperator Penguin]

@xCRAZYxFACEx Yeah, I figured. Right now I have no plans on Aodh taking control, it's more there to place restrictions on Cinaed and give him some depth. The only time that Aodh would take control is, as you said, I had the agreement of all other RPers and yours for that event to happen. And awesome, I'll get on that and my first post soon!