Akihito
Aki of Hearts ♡
If you can give a more descriptive History, that would be fantastic.Noah said:
The Realm of The God's Creations Character Sheet
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Noah
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Ok done editing. I hope this is better.
Micheal Embers
Member
Name:
Gabriel Braun
Age:
Due to his young features and stature melding with his aged skin tone and hair, it's hard to pin Gabriel's appearance as being any particular age by the standards of most races. As of the last snowfall, he's turned 302.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Vampire
Kingdom:
Haynn
Position:
King of Haynn
Appearance:
Height:
6"4'
Weight:
189 lbs.
Personality:
Gabriel is a man of many faces as most good rulers are. To his citizens he's calm and kind, able to get a crowd on his side with a few well chosen words and a wave of his hand. He believes himself more than entitled to his position and thus expects everyone else to understand that and in turn show him the respect he deserves. He doesn't take someone not bowing as he passes as a transgression but any sort of rudeness or defiance can easily lead to him showing his unpleasantness or a swift death if they're lucky.
Among his warriors, particularly the proud few he takes into battle personally, he's a man of grim humor with a taste for blood and battle. Any vampire who's seen their lord in battle either give him their unwavering respect or fear; either one makes him just as happy. He doesn't show any rage in battle, treating it as if some kind of grand dance of death and gore, laughing madly and shouting sharp worded orders when need be. While a rare occasion, retreat isn't unheard of for him. His actions have been known to confuse some of his less informed warriors but never have they been doubted nor have they led them wrong.
As a diplomat as well as when he's surrounded by his coven, he's all charm and smiles. This goes doubly so for any female that catches his attention. His energy is notably lesser than when he's dealing with crowds though it's hardly a dampener as he still knows what to say whether it hits a sweet spot or pings a sore nerve. He never takes himself or others too seriously, finding an over abundance of formality to be stifling. If he made an effort to talk to someone you're either close to him or you're worth talking to. Some of his vanity shows in these situations as he believes people should be honored to have garnered the attention of one of the great leaders of one of the greatest races even if his title holds little sway among most foreign races.
His personal opinion of nations varies. He looks upon his own race like a proud father looking over his children but sees most of the other races of war as allies rather than friends. They tend to be thick and unclean but at least good for work and they're smart enough to know their place. The people of Death hold a soft spot in his heart due to both to the connection their respective gods hold as well as his personal interest in the reapers. Sea, Fire, Life, Sky, Earth and Nature hold very little to him other than worthy opponents and an interesting array of 'donors' to sate his appetite. He likes to make it a habit to attack the realm of Order frequently to let it know where it's place is: at his feet or so he likes to think. The humans are an interesting new threat, a possible well of fresh blood and battle with perhaps a few and undesirable quirks to them.
History:
When Ívarr, known as the Blood Father to many vampires, created his pale skinned children he set them with the purpose of leading his other creations. To help push his agenda along, he gave them something more powerful than simply pushing his will upon them. The vampire people live off the life blood of other races, existing as not only a food source but a reward for deeds well done as it grants them lives longer than that of other races, perhaps infinite if one were lucky enough to avoid death on the battlefield. The great War God needn't keep a tight leash on the vampires as they quickly set upon other races of their own accord.
By tradition, the leaders of the war races was chosen by whoever was strongest. While perhaps more sophisticated and clean than the orcs and giants, this holds the same for the vampires as well. Many a great king made their name on the battlefield or sat upon the throne only seconds after slaying their former ruler in fair combat. Just as his precursors had, Gabriel took his title by force.
Born into a noble coven of warriors, he was born and bred to be the fines example of his people as every other house did. He was taught how to speak properly and act polite when his sword was sheathed and how to lob off heads and chop off limbs when it was drawn. Once he had matured he joined the front lines with his brothers and sisters and set out for conquest, glory and sustenance just as many of his people did. Of course it was hard to prove oneself on the battlefield when everyone else did the same. He pillaged, he killed and he drank his fill but nothing set him apart. Not until he was 42 did anything change that.
This month's target was centaurs. Gabriel and the force he was with part of were sent into the mountains to hunt the horsemen and hunt them they did. Skirmish after skirmish was fought and before long it was starting to seem like they'd run off most of them. It wasn't until an ambush hit them that they realized they hadn't been thinning: they're been regrouping. Almost immediately the captain went down and anarchy erupted in full swing. The vampires were losing men fast and the enemies seemed endless in number. Then Gabriel stepped in.
Stories vary from a panicked, last minute counter attack to a glorified tale of him picking up the captain's mantle and leading a courageous squad into the head of the enemy. Whichever version is true, the fact remains that the battle was won with Gabriel at the helm even if only a handful of soldiers made it to the end. Coming back home with a bounty of blood, they were greeted as heroes of sorts while the dead officer's corpse was spat upon for his failure.
Now the new captain, Gabriel took his forces and did as the king bid. His men wracked up a body count that quickly challenged that of more seasoned fighters and he himself supplied most of them. A reputation was made for himself outside his own people and before long he was given the title of commander but at this point it was obvious his eyes were aimed higher. Sent on his first campaign in his new position, he came back victorious against the elves they were sent to fight. Bringing the enemy commander's head as a trophy, he presented it to the king before dropping it at his feet and drawing his blade. Without so much as a word between them, the king followed suit and a duel began.
The battle lasted a full minute before either landed a strong blow and it was a lethal one. King dead at his feet, Gabriel took his place on his thrown with a strange smile on his face as if a long tempered plan had just come to fruition. While his rule wasn't revolutionary to begin with, there was quickly an upstart with some of his new policies such as forbidding the complete destruction of any enemy force or village. When asked why such a decision was made, he just smiled at his advisers and told them to make sure people knew that his word was law. While more than enough blood was still taken, the old and young found themselves spared by those who followed orders. Those who got over zealous or ignored the new laws were punished.
A few years later and it suddenly became clear as to what the king's plan had been all along. More often than not it was the vampires who attacked the other races but suddenly small groups had decided to attack them: survivors of their attacks. Banding together, they'd began to set up an offence against the vampires. Not large enough to be an actual threat but by the king's own words, 'War is not simply killing everything that moves. It's about two sides trading blows, hate in their hearts, rage in their words and swords in their hands.'
Perhaps what has cemented him as one of the most permanent kings of all time is the still unexplained blessing of his wings. One day, out of the blue, Gabriel took ill. He banned those who knew him from seeing him and those few servants he kept to bring him his food and any medicine he demanded tell only of howls of pain broken only by half mad laughter. When he emerged from his bed chambers after a week, he took his place on the throne as if the large, leathery and spike covered wings that now grew out of his back didn't exist. Few question his strange condition and none seem to know it's origin, even him. Some say it was some unholy curse, others a random mutation that has occurred in ages past while others still say it was a blessing from Ívarr himself.
With a combination of his madly brilliant mind, his endless charisma, unquenchable bloodlust and unmatched skill in battle, many consider any attempt to overthrow the vampire king both vain and counter productive. Many see him leading a reign that won't end for ages to come and many foreign races are still unsure whether the 'mercy' he's shown even to this day is good or bad for them in the end.
Weapon(s):
While more tools to fuel his sadistic nature rather than weapons, it's not uncommon for Gabriel to use bloodletters; pieces of armor put on the fingers that end in a hooked point, allowing one to easily draw blood just by brushing the skin of a victim. When he's out to kill his opponents, he uses two blades made of bloodstone: Draug and Mourne.
Abilities:
Hemomancery
While many vampiric mages use this as their go to form of magic, Gabriel's reign has given him time to not only learn the art but master it to the near point of perfection. The magic of manipulating blood, it's well known for being cruel, deadly and without a doubt one of the reasons the vampires are so widely feared. While not very powerful in singular combat, the ability to control blood is devastating on the field of battle. One can only control blood if the victim is already bleeding but from there the possibilities can be endless. It can be used to suck the life out of a victim in an instant or fill their veins with already spilled blood until they pop like a tick. Painful rupturing of blood vessels from inside is a popular torture method using this magic and vampire craftsmen use the art to create the very rare and expensive bloodstones often used for armor, weapons and currency.
Likes:
Adrenaline, beautiful women, acknowledgement, victory
Dislikes:
Disrespect, failure, boredom, hot weather
Love Interest:
The king likes to say much but tell little. If Gabriel has an interest in any one woman, nobody could tell who for sure.
Firelava
God of War and Flames
Name: Flamewraith
Age: 217
Gender: male-ish
Race: Fire Elemental
Kingdom : Flamewraith broke from any fealty long ago
Position: Mercenary
Appearance:
Height: 7'4"
Weight:1374 pounds
Personality: a fiery creature he is random and acts on a whim. while some condemn him for this it makes him very hard to either fight or negotiate with.
History: Flamewraith was used as a soldier for over a hundred years by his superiors. Close to retirement to a life more calm he fought in a minor clash with robber band. When his squad fell around him he thought he knew fear. But Fear is a catalyst for him. He slew every single robber and fled his former life. Now he lives only for the rush of a fight and the thrill of fear.
What he had that passed for childhood is not much. He was formed inside of a volcano in the far north and wandered until he was 13. Then he was found by what became his squad. He has been fighting ever since and has grown quite skilled. His primary reason for fighting now in his mind is the squad he knew for alot of his life. They where his family and his brothers and sisters. When he discovered how to summon his weapon he was taken as the 13th warrior. Since then that is what he identifies himself as to anyone who seeks his name.
He seems to bear a easy distrust of humans due to his interactions with Human soldiers from the various organizations. Many have tried to kill him on sight for unknown reasons. His blade seems to be anathema to humans and will slice through Armour like paper. Hunter corp seems to accept him merely for his services,
He takes it as a challenge when someone claims to be a good fighter and has fought dozens of creatures no matter the race simply to try to find the best fighter in the world. In his journey he has traveled almost everywhere and a back way to get to or from almost anywhere. With Royalty many either seek his services or want him dead. Most fall into the latter category.
Weapon(s): His glaive and ability to manipulate and breath fire. He also has orange hot claws.
Abilities(Optional): Flamewraith can breath flame and manipulate it. He and his dog can communicate mentally
Likes: Fire, Personal combat, Dogs, and Relic Weapons
Dislikes: Ice, cowards, Cats, rain.
Love interest (optional):
Other: He Has traveled the world many times
Age: 217
Gender: male-ish
Race: Fire Elemental
Kingdom : Flamewraith broke from any fealty long ago
Position: Mercenary
Appearance:
Height: 7'4"
Weight:1374 pounds
Personality: a fiery creature he is random and acts on a whim. while some condemn him for this it makes him very hard to either fight or negotiate with.
History: Flamewraith was used as a soldier for over a hundred years by his superiors. Close to retirement to a life more calm he fought in a minor clash with robber band. When his squad fell around him he thought he knew fear. But Fear is a catalyst for him. He slew every single robber and fled his former life. Now he lives only for the rush of a fight and the thrill of fear.
What he had that passed for childhood is not much. He was formed inside of a volcano in the far north and wandered until he was 13. Then he was found by what became his squad. He has been fighting ever since and has grown quite skilled. His primary reason for fighting now in his mind is the squad he knew for alot of his life. They where his family and his brothers and sisters. When he discovered how to summon his weapon he was taken as the 13th warrior. Since then that is what he identifies himself as to anyone who seeks his name.
He seems to bear a easy distrust of humans due to his interactions with Human soldiers from the various organizations. Many have tried to kill him on sight for unknown reasons. His blade seems to be anathema to humans and will slice through Armour like paper. Hunter corp seems to accept him merely for his services,
He takes it as a challenge when someone claims to be a good fighter and has fought dozens of creatures no matter the race simply to try to find the best fighter in the world. In his journey he has traveled almost everywhere and a back way to get to or from almost anywhere. With Royalty many either seek his services or want him dead. Most fall into the latter category.
Weapon(s): His glaive and ability to manipulate and breath fire. He also has orange hot claws.
Abilities(Optional): Flamewraith can breath flame and manipulate it. He and his dog can communicate mentally
Likes: Fire, Personal combat, Dogs, and Relic Weapons
Dislikes: Ice, cowards, Cats, rain.
Love interest (optional):
Other: He Has traveled the world many times
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Morse Code
Magic Eight Ball
Name: Terrance
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Earth Golem
Kingdom : Terraia
Position: No Loyalties
Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-5-51.png.ff75b16bc2a1cb213f71f4d40e0017aa.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="8786" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-5-51.png.ff75b16bc2a1cb213f71f4d40e0017aa.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Got this pic from deviant art btw.
Height: Can grow to 40 feet. Usually is 4 feet.
Weight: Varies but least is 300 lb
Personality: Very glum and sad.
History: A female human had found the golem after he was created and cast aside, newly made and without knowledge of the world. The human made a Summoner bond with him and helped him about the world. She was different than many humans respecting the other races. Her relationship with the golem showed that they could live together. While they were traveling from a small human village where the elder there gave them a book of magic, three assassins appeared to kill them. They represented the Hunters Corps and hated this abominable relationship. The golem threw himself upon two leaving one for his master fight. The golem having his muddy texture smothered the assassins but could not save his master. As he sat upon the victims holding them down he could do nothing but watch as the assassin cut the human in fatal areas. After the struggling stopped the golem grew massive and his mud hardened. The assassin looked in terror as the massive 40 foot behemoth towered above him. In one infuriated blow the golem smashed the assassin. As he reduced to normal size of 4 feet he saw the human lying on the ground pale and shaking in a crimson pool of her own blood. She looked at him with a sad smile and released their bond. All the golem did was look at her as her eyes closed for one last time. Anguished he rampaged through the land until he stopped at Terraia Now he sulks about Terraia grieving his long lost master. Now after so long his memory is weakening. He forgot his masters name adding to his strife. Now the only image of her in his head is the one of her death. Her long black hair messy and sprawled out on the ground, her skin paling as the loss of blood became worse and the light fading from her bright blue eyes.
Weapon(s): Elemental Magic and own fists.
Abilities(Optional): Able to grow is mass and weight. When in a tall state his mud can harden into a thick stone.
Likes: Mud, Dirt, Water and Sand.
Dislikes: Humans in the Hunter corps.
Other: Can be a familiar or summoning.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-4-53.png.c6f77a946a170b3b0c950ee6797950f2.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="8785" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-4-53.png.c6f77a946a170b3b0c950ee6797950f2.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Earth Golem
Kingdom : Terraia
Position: No Loyalties
Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-5-51.png.ff75b16bc2a1cb213f71f4d40e0017aa.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="8786" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-5-51.png.ff75b16bc2a1cb213f71f4d40e0017aa.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Got this pic from deviant art btw.
Height: Can grow to 40 feet. Usually is 4 feet.
Weight: Varies but least is 300 lb
Personality: Very glum and sad.
History: A female human had found the golem after he was created and cast aside, newly made and without knowledge of the world. The human made a Summoner bond with him and helped him about the world. She was different than many humans respecting the other races. Her relationship with the golem showed that they could live together. While they were traveling from a small human village where the elder there gave them a book of magic, three assassins appeared to kill them. They represented the Hunters Corps and hated this abominable relationship. The golem threw himself upon two leaving one for his master fight. The golem having his muddy texture smothered the assassins but could not save his master. As he sat upon the victims holding them down he could do nothing but watch as the assassin cut the human in fatal areas. After the struggling stopped the golem grew massive and his mud hardened. The assassin looked in terror as the massive 40 foot behemoth towered above him. In one infuriated blow the golem smashed the assassin. As he reduced to normal size of 4 feet he saw the human lying on the ground pale and shaking in a crimson pool of her own blood. She looked at him with a sad smile and released their bond. All the golem did was look at her as her eyes closed for one last time. Anguished he rampaged through the land until he stopped at Terraia Now he sulks about Terraia grieving his long lost master. Now after so long his memory is weakening. He forgot his masters name adding to his strife. Now the only image of her in his head is the one of her death. Her long black hair messy and sprawled out on the ground, her skin paling as the loss of blood became worse and the light fading from her bright blue eyes.
Weapon(s): Elemental Magic and own fists.
Abilities(Optional): Able to grow is mass and weight. When in a tall state his mud can harden into a thick stone.
Likes: Mud, Dirt, Water and Sand.
Dislikes: Humans in the Hunter corps.
Other: Can be a familiar or summoning.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-4-53.png.c6f77a946a170b3b0c950ee6797950f2.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="8785" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_10/upload_2013-10-27_19-4-53.png.c6f77a946a170b3b0c950ee6797950f2.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
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UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
OHHH! I love coming online to see people posting some interesting Chacaters!Okay! Lets get on with this
@Micheal Embers ACCEPTED!! He is amazing and I just love him.
@Firelava ACCEPTED!! However I have to ask that you make the history more detailed. Other than that its nice to have someone using the fire realm creatures too :3
@Morse Code ACCEPTED!! Same as Fire, you are accepted but I have to ask you add more detail to your History.
Annnd!!
@Noah ACCPTED!!!!!! I would have replied to you last night (my time) but I was reading your CS on my phone screen after you had given it more detail. Its nice to have some wise and old character
Micheal Embers
Member
Yay~ I feel like I wrote a small novel to finish him. xD Hope I can live up to that resume.
UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
He is amazing! When it starts I shall get Xiang to go see him because I believe she'll want to go meet the current human king.So, she'll ask the King of War to accompany her as the last reaper ruler to go got killed.
Micheal Embers
Member
Alright! Well, it's 3:30 here. Gonna take a nappy and be back in a few hours. ^ ^
UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
Have a nice nap ^^ Its 7:37 am here.
The Empress of Ice
Shitpost Overlord
Elicia Arson - {RoGC version}
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Elicia is not one to easily trust nor one to harbor feelings towards another human being. Her mind is consumed with thoughts of revenge and anger, her heart two steps away from spilling to pieces. She has a deep depression, a lack to live and wishes nothing but to die once she has reached her goal. Something to spare the pain she is in. But as much as she feels despair, pain or a tinge of sadness; she has an unbreakable steel wall between her exterior and interior self.
One would never believe that such a beauty with razor sharp eyes, calm ways and wise words is anywhere near depressed. She seems beyond her age, with knowledge that is almost endless. Her actions are much like a skilled actor; controlled and thoroughly planned. Elicia tends to analyze everything and anything she comes upon. If she deems it good or bad depends of what she thinks is likely to happen. This trait of hers makes her a perfect tactician.
Not many things gets on Elicia nerves but the few things that do are not hard to do at all, actually many people do it everyday; walk away. Walking away from a child, a beggar or a family that needs help for example. Cowering from some superior race or ideals. Not caring to give another glance at the person that´s pleading for your help.
Elicia may be hard to please and not the most open person but she is kindhearted and sympathetic, it would not be strange seeing her share a meal with a bum or helping a maid with her work, nursing a child as their mother is out fetching anything to eat as she herself knows how it is to be ignored and thrashed around.
Appearance: [Picture above] Elicia always wears something that covers her back as she had multiply scars, some minor and other vicious. She has the Hunter Corps tattoo on the left side of her neck. The tattoo lays exactly at the scar she gained of Lizanna. Her hair is quite long, reaching her knees.
Height: 5'9/175 cm
Weight: 143 pounds/65 kg
Hunter Corps: Captain of Ibberlain Hunter Corps
Position: Captain of Ibberlain Hunter Corps
Weapon(s):
This weapon has been passed down by the first Captain of the Hunter Corps to every Captain which came after him. It is currently in Elicia´s hands and was made by a rare black version of Iridium.
History: Elicia most precious memories are those of her childhood. She was born into the Arson family; which was at the time made up by her father Lucas Arson, her mother Islea Arson and her brother Gray Arson in a secluded village near the ports of Ibberlain. She had never harbored any bad feelings for the other creations of the different gods as her parents had teached her that one day perhaps they could all live together in harmony. Elicia lead a normal upbringing, constantly in ridiculous fights with her brother, laughter with her friends and love for her parents. Her mother had gotten pregnant again, her father overjoyed. Seven years after her birth, she had a little sister by the name of Ariala.
So when the day that her village unknowingly was invaded by a single vampire, she had not expected her family to be taken away from her. To be ruthlessly annihilated in front of her very eyes. She did not believe that she would survive after a lethal blow from her enemy but she did. But even then, Elicia didn´t come to hate on the other races; no, she wished them no harm. One mistake by one of them is not the mistake made by the rest in her mind but the regret that followed her decision was immense.
She had survived due to the healing of a passing water nymph but left her to death as Elicia wandered the streets. The people she had grown up with, the villagers she trusted; gave her a home to then again throw her to the streets as they were unable to feed or raise her. For two years she struggled for food and had come to trashcans in hope of a small piece of bread.
During those two years Elicia found an ability which had saved her multiple of times, elemental magic. Known as one of the more easiest magics to learn made Elicia feel offended as she had difficulty mastering it to the point where she would fall down exhausted but day after day, with nothing better to do, she would try to muster a poof of air or a breath of fire. She failed, multiply times but after awhile she was able to master the water and air element. Looking back, Elicia appreciates the hours she spent on learning them as they saved her life that dreadful day.
After those horrible two years, she had come to believe that she found bliss when a shapeshifter by the name of Asher and a Valkyrie which called herself Lizanna took her in. They seemed nice, harmless people but she was wrong. She trusted them to easily. A whole month they had given her food, shelter and a place to call home. They had clothed her and she didn´t care to ask who those other girls were, those girls that held men in their arms and flaunted their beauty.
At first she didn´t even know that she´d be used that way as she was told to dress in beautiful clothing and accessories. They told her to speak sweetly with the scary old vampire as he took her into a room in her new home. She was barely ten and she had already lost her innocence. Elicia remembers the consequences of not pleasing her customer, because when she failed; a new scar adorned her body. It went from a small cut at her right shoulder blade to her back being barely recognizable.
One day, five years later, she was told to come and greet their most precious customer. He came almost every day, visiting different girls. And this once he wanted her to please him. Elicia had heard his ways by the rest of the girls, they say the vampire loved to hear the screams of his partner and would without doubt harm then if he deems it necessary. Elicia feared for what would happen and the very next morning, the customer screamed in anger. She had not only spilled wine on his silk clothing but peed on the mattress as they slept for the night.
Outraged Lizanna spread her wings and aimed to take Elicia life as she took her neck into her grasp. Sinking her claws in, she let Elicia´s blood drip down her hand and near the brink of death, Elicia used the element of water and air to make ice. She used the ice to severe Lizanna´s arm and fled the scene.
Three years passed as Elicia lived once again in poverty but this time, she did not forgive those monsters. She loathed them. Day after day she struggled to survive and this developed her skills in both stealth, elemental magic and hunting. She´d go and use her water-bending to fish, her air-bending to hide her scent and slice through the few animals that inhabited the small forest she had come to live in. It was located near the capital, just outside a village.
It was there that Ulfred Oralic, the Captain of the Hunter Corps found her and took her in. He taught her the way of the hunters, feed her and clothed her. He´d let her come with him to missions, let her take a small revenge on those that hurt her. But she did not open herself up to Ulfred as she was afraid he´d betray her like everyone else. Even on his deathbed, two years after he took her in, she stared at him with cold, endless orbs. Yet she did not understand why he passed the Heart of the Hunters to her. Why he chose her to be the one to lead them but she promised herself to not disappoint him in her quest.
As of now, she is merely at the King's side and watching over his well-being. Planning and sending missions to her heads, supervising and getting rid of those she finds weak.
Likes:
Dislikes:
History: Elicia most precious memories are those of her childhood. She was born into the Arson family; which was at the time made up by her father Lucas Arson, her mother Islea Arson and her brother Gray Arson in a secluded village near the ports of Ibberlain. She had never harbored any bad feelings for the other creations of the different gods as her parents had teached her that one day perhaps they could all live together in harmony. Elicia lead a normal upbringing, constantly in ridiculous fights with her brother, laughter with her friends and love for her parents. Her mother had gotten pregnant again, her father overjoyed. Seven years after her birth, she had a little sister by the name of Ariala.
So when the day that her village unknowingly was invaded by a single vampire, she had not expected her family to be taken away from her. To be ruthlessly annihilated in front of her very eyes. She did not believe that she would survive after a lethal blow from her enemy but she did. But even then, Elicia didn´t come to hate on the other races; no, she wished them no harm. One mistake by one of them is not the mistake made by the rest in her mind but the regret that followed her decision was immense.
She had survived due to the healing of a passing water nymph but left her to death as Elicia wandered the streets. The people she had grown up with, the villagers she trusted; gave her a home to then again throw her to the streets as they were unable to feed or raise her. For two years she struggled for food and had come to trashcans in hope of a small piece of bread.
During those two years Elicia found an ability which had saved her multiple of times, elemental magic. Known as one of the more easiest magics to learn made Elicia feel offended as she had difficulty mastering it to the point where she would fall down exhausted but day after day, with nothing better to do, she would try to muster a poof of air or a breath of fire. She failed, multiply times but after awhile she was able to master the water and air element. Looking back, Elicia appreciates the hours she spent on learning them as they saved her life that dreadful day.
After those horrible two years, she had come to believe that she found bliss when a shapeshifter by the name of Asher and a Valkyrie which called herself Lizanna took her in. They seemed nice, harmless people but she was wrong. She trusted them to easily. A whole month they had given her food, shelter and a place to call home. They had clothed her and she didn´t care to ask who those other girls were, those girls that held men in their arms and flaunted their beauty.
At first she didn´t even know that she´d be used that way as she was told to dress in beautiful clothing and accessories. They told her to speak sweetly with the scary old vampire as he took her into a room in her new home. She was barely ten and she had already lost her innocence. Elicia remembers the consequences of not pleasing her customer, because when she failed; a new scar adorned her body. It went from a small cut at her right shoulder blade to her back being barely recognizable.
One day, five years later, she was told to come and greet their most precious customer. He came almost every day, visiting different girls. And this once he wanted her to please him. Elicia had heard his ways by the rest of the girls, they say the vampire loved to hear the screams of his partner and would without doubt harm then if he deems it necessary. Elicia feared for what would happen and the very next morning, the customer screamed in anger. She had not only spilled wine on his silk clothing but peed on the mattress as they slept for the night.
Outraged Lizanna spread her wings and aimed to take Elicia life as she took her neck into her grasp. Sinking her claws in, she let Elicia´s blood drip down her hand and near the brink of death, Elicia used the element of water and air to make ice. She used the ice to severe Lizanna´s arm and fled the scene.
Three years passed as Elicia lived once again in poverty but this time, she did not forgive those monsters. She loathed them. Day after day she struggled to survive and this developed her skills in both stealth, elemental magic and hunting. She´d go and use her water-bending to fish, her air-bending to hide her scent and slice through the few animals that inhabited the small forest she had come to live in. It was located near the capital, just outside a village.
It was there that Ulfred Oralic, the Captain of the Hunter Corps found her and took her in. He taught her the way of the hunters, feed her and clothed her. He´d let her come with him to missions, let her take a small revenge on those that hurt her. But she did not open herself up to Ulfred as she was afraid he´d betray her like everyone else. Even on his deathbed, two years after he took her in, she stared at him with cold, endless orbs. Yet she did not understand why he passed the Heart of the Hunters to her. Why he chose her to be the one to lead them but she promised herself to not disappoint him in her quest.
As of now, she is merely at the King's side and watching over his well-being. Planning and sending missions to her heads, supervising and getting rid of those she finds weak.
Likes:
- Strong-willed people
- Chocolate
- Missions - they keep her occupied from thinking about her past
Dislikes:
- Other races
- Cartels/ Whorehouses
- Olives - She loathes them
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UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
@HeartBrokenIceQueen ACCEPTED!!! Okay, she is just amazing. x3 I love every detail you put about her. I can't wait to see her in the role play when I put it up.
Ivan Nakajima
Junior Member
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Non-human Character Sheet
Name: Rae Mariska
Age: 107 (looks 15-17)
Gender: Female
Race: Water Nymph
Kingdom: Kingdom of Water; Kelasien
Position: Leader of Kelasien
Appearance:
Height: 5’5
Weight: 116
Personality:
Rae has a very bubbly and sweet personality. She is very caring and most people would describe her as a well fit mother figure. Rae believes in loving all creatures and calling them her brothers and sisters. She really has a sweet side and there’s not a speck of hatred in her. Rae could never hate another being or despise them for any reason at all, it’s just not in her, and she has never felt hatred for another. Despite her height and appearance Rae is very wise and accepting. Rae deeply loves her kingdom and would do anything to protect it.
Despite her sweet side, Rae has her moments when she’s not sweet. If Rae’s not sweet then she’s depressed or upset. When one of the ports was destroyed, Rae felt remorse and was upset enough to cry her eyes out. Rae never experienced anger before, mostly her anger resulted in crying but that was it. If possible Rae would like to keep things peaceful and no weapons drawn, she’s not an idiot and knows what fights are worth fighting for.
Rae would be a well fitting mother as said before if not for her childish side. Rae finds taking simple and little responsibility boring and rather swim around all day and play with the younger water nymphs. Without that said though she is very well informed of the responsibility of being the Leader of Kelasien and has no problem taking the title.
History:
As a little girl Rae was surrounded by a peaceful and serene environment. She was always laughing and playing with other sea creatures. She never once had a frown on her face for there was no reason to do anything besides smile. It was truly an ideal happy childhood.
At a young age Rae was taught by many beautiful merfolk. The community took turns teaching the little ones and it was practically a community effort, it was a nice society. Everyone was nice to each other and there weren’t many disputes you would see. The calmness came mostly from the Leader of Kelasien. She was a beautiful mermaid who sung like an angel. The Leader of Kelasien made everything better, her presence was even enough to calm people. That’s what Rae loved about her.
As Rae grew older the world grew with her. Rae was fully grown and almost accepted as an adult in the Kelasien society when she got news about one of the ports being burnt to the ground by The Hunter Corps. She also was informed that a few merfolk died as well trying to save a few young water nymphs, the water nymphs perished with them in the flames. That was a depressing day for the people of Kelasien. Rae tried to conjure up in her mind why the Hunter Corps would do this. Why? She came to a few conclusions but it didn’t matter. She set the saddening thoughts aside and continued to smile and began to comfort a few of the sea creatures. It still hurt though. The pain from wondering what could have been done.
The Leader of Kelasien was assassinated. Rae was devastated, the kingdom was in pieces, and the murderer was unknown. Rae cried and cried, everyone wept for the passing of their beloved Leader. Soon community gatherings had dispersed and children seemed to smile less and less every day. Kelasien, the place she grew up in, the place she laughed and played in, didn’t seem the same anymore to Rae. That tore her apart, for it felt like her home was no longer whole or complete.
The time came around for when a Leader was to be chosen again. Most people were still upset with The Late Leaders passing. Rae was upset at first but her spirit boosted up when she entered into the tournament. She applied in the first place because she was determined to win. To make Kelasien a spirited and serene place again. To become Kelasien’s new Leader and build a beautiful bond with the creatures within the walls of Kelasien. She wanted to be an exceptional leader and make the late leader she had admired proud. Rae won the tournament and she is slowly building up the peaceful and serene environment she had loved before. She also has a goal to bring all creatures together in harmony, including the humans.
Weapon(s):
Her weapons are made up of ice that she conjures up using her magic, most of the time she forms a knife made of ice.
Abilities (Optional):
• Uses elemental Magic; can control water and even turn water into ice
• Can walk on land without drinking water for at least 4 hours
• Knows standard self defensive moves
• Normal speed in water; not faster than an average sea creature but faster than a non-sea creature
Likes:
• Water
• Nature
• All living things
• Loves gems and jewelry
• Rainbows
Dislikes:
• Fire
• Evil things
• The dark
• She can’t cope with change very well
Love interest (optional):
She has none at the moment but if anyone is interested in filling in then be my guest and message me, gender doesn’t matter to me by the way, it’s only a character so I don’t really care.
Other:
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UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
Accepted!!! I'd tag you but I reallllly can't do your username ^^''. ANYWAY. I love her and to be the leader of the Kelasien kingdom is amazing. Means we are one step closer to me choosing when to start this up. Don't worry! It will be soon :3 Anyway, Love her! I'll be adding her and you to the accepted list...once I work out how to do your name...
Micheal Embers
Member
Zomgness she's so cute! xD
UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
Such an adorable leader!
Firelava
God of War and Flames
i have done minor changes but cannot think of any history at the moment... :banghead: :banghead: :banghead: :banghead:
UnholyRedemption
The Colour Red
Thats okay Lava ^^
Ivan Nakajima
Junior Member
Thank You for accepting me and Thank You for the compliments on my Character. ^.^ Just use the regular spelling 'Ivan Nakajima' there~ sorry for my confusing username
Morse Code
Magic Eight Ball
Okay I just edited my history. Is it better?
the juggernaut
On an ever bending stream of Corruption
PLEASE READ OTHER FIRST! DX
Name: Barthous darden
Age: 59 ((In human years))
Gender: Male
Race: Minotaur
Kingdom : Terraia
Position: Leader of Terraia
Appearance:
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Height: 7.5 ((Not like the pic he is big not a giant though))
Weight: 656 pounds
Personality: Barthous acts like a creature of war more then earth, he has a brute force sense, but unlike his brethren he is a lot smarter than them. I'm not saying he is still dumb he is quite fluent in common ((English)) and can be quite tactical in a brute force sense. He hates sneaking back stabbing or sneak attacks he likes taking things head on. He is a bit of a jockey he believes size does matter in and situation he thinks, "The bigger they are the more they crush," and therefore he loves Giants and Earth Golems. When it comes to social events he is quite barbaric and Vulgar, drinking mead like no tomorrow being rude to women and straight up being a pig. Although he can be controll that personality in any other occasion such as royal sit downs but he never is at those kinda things. He wish's to conquer all the land for his people.
History: Barthous history is not much in his eyes but to others it brutal, when he was born he was given the title "battle born" already he was born to kill because so when he came to the age of 4 they began to teach him the styles of war and what it brings for their people. for about 5 years they taught him tatics and stradegys but this confused Barthous. why teach me such useless knowledge if my whole existence is to kill and destroy? then it hit him, why am I questioning such actions. His mother and father knew he was capable of being the leader and he could learn unlike the other mindless brutes.
so about 20 had past, during those 20 years he was taught math, how to read and write, and how to use a weapon. Then came his trial to be a warrior. to become a warrior you had to go through a fight with another Minotaur of the leaders choosing. The thing your about to hear no one else knew was coming, The leader had chosen........It was Barthous's mother, he was to kill her if he was to become a warrior. He did not want to fight but his mother knew he could become leader and this was a small price to pay so she attacked! Barthous didnt understand! "Why mother!" He cried. She just kept attacking and attacking. Barthous soon defended himself backing her off, she starred at him and said, "your not my son, my son is dead to me." It hurt her to say that but she wanted to die by her sons hand so he may become a warrior. This destroyed Bathous he couldnt take it he went beserk and slaughtered his own mother.
At that point he did not care but was soon pulled in as a warrior but the Leader made him something speacial, A right hand man, a general. Barthous accepted but had only one goal in his life now, Kill the Leader and take his place.
10 years had passed since that day and he hated every moment of it, it ripped him up following the orders of his leader, so a day came when the lead fell ill was. He asked for Barthous to see him, This was it the time to get vengence. so when the time came he met with him, watching him, he was truely weakened. But he had final words saying, "I am sorry Barthous...I am sorry for what I did to you years ago. I was trying to prove if my grandson had what it took to be a leader and I was right" This shocked Barthous, Grandson? He thought. The leader then said, "Do it my child take you rightful place...Kill me!" He had paused, this was not what he wanted, he wanted to feel to great feeling of vengence not this sad and hollow feeling. a few moments had passed and he conjured up the power to make him attack. Bam! brain matter everywhere! The way power works in the Haynn Kingdom you keep what you kill and The title of leader surely showed due to killing the old one. and for the next 20 years he has ruled with a iron fist killing many from Giants to Reapers, But the last 10 years he has been trying to have the giants side with him and the Rock Golems as well.
Weapon(s): Shown in the picture massive Great maces he wields the attached to chains so there like ball and chain they way 234 pound each
Abilities(Optional): He is able to like 963 pounds but anything supernatural he had a enchanted belt that gives him Giant strength only to be used on strong opponents and Giants.
Likes: Mead, Ale, Beer, Meats, war, Blood, Cleaving, Smashing, pulverising, destroying, and reading
Dislikes: Cowards and sweets
Love interest (optional): Leader of Kelasien
Other: I added the Love Intrest for sheer Halrious-...ness yeah thats a word in Ol' Juggs book! Also I messed up a bit and wrote some war like stuff for the Minotaur and I hope it is ok if he is based more around battle if thats ok I can change this if need be Unholy because this is your RP and I undestand ^^;; sorry for the mess up on my end though
Name: Barthous darden
Age: 59 ((In human years))
Gender: Male
Race: Minotaur
Kingdom : Terraia
Position: Leader of Terraia
Appearance:
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Height: 7.5 ((Not like the pic he is big not a giant though))
Weight: 656 pounds
Personality: Barthous acts like a creature of war more then earth, he has a brute force sense, but unlike his brethren he is a lot smarter than them. I'm not saying he is still dumb he is quite fluent in common ((English)) and can be quite tactical in a brute force sense. He hates sneaking back stabbing or sneak attacks he likes taking things head on. He is a bit of a jockey he believes size does matter in and situation he thinks, "The bigger they are the more they crush," and therefore he loves Giants and Earth Golems. When it comes to social events he is quite barbaric and Vulgar, drinking mead like no tomorrow being rude to women and straight up being a pig. Although he can be controll that personality in any other occasion such as royal sit downs but he never is at those kinda things. He wish's to conquer all the land for his people.
History: Barthous history is not much in his eyes but to others it brutal, when he was born he was given the title "battle born" already he was born to kill because so when he came to the age of 4 they began to teach him the styles of war and what it brings for their people. for about 5 years they taught him tatics and stradegys but this confused Barthous. why teach me such useless knowledge if my whole existence is to kill and destroy? then it hit him, why am I questioning such actions. His mother and father knew he was capable of being the leader and he could learn unlike the other mindless brutes.
so about 20 had past, during those 20 years he was taught math, how to read and write, and how to use a weapon. Then came his trial to be a warrior. to become a warrior you had to go through a fight with another Minotaur of the leaders choosing. The thing your about to hear no one else knew was coming, The leader had chosen........It was Barthous's mother, he was to kill her if he was to become a warrior. He did not want to fight but his mother knew he could become leader and this was a small price to pay so she attacked! Barthous didnt understand! "Why mother!" He cried. She just kept attacking and attacking. Barthous soon defended himself backing her off, she starred at him and said, "your not my son, my son is dead to me." It hurt her to say that but she wanted to die by her sons hand so he may become a warrior. This destroyed Bathous he couldnt take it he went beserk and slaughtered his own mother.
At that point he did not care but was soon pulled in as a warrior but the Leader made him something speacial, A right hand man, a general. Barthous accepted but had only one goal in his life now, Kill the Leader and take his place.
10 years had passed since that day and he hated every moment of it, it ripped him up following the orders of his leader, so a day came when the lead fell ill was. He asked for Barthous to see him, This was it the time to get vengence. so when the time came he met with him, watching him, he was truely weakened. But he had final words saying, "I am sorry Barthous...I am sorry for what I did to you years ago. I was trying to prove if my grandson had what it took to be a leader and I was right" This shocked Barthous, Grandson? He thought. The leader then said, "Do it my child take you rightful place...Kill me!" He had paused, this was not what he wanted, he wanted to feel to great feeling of vengence not this sad and hollow feeling. a few moments had passed and he conjured up the power to make him attack. Bam! brain matter everywhere! The way power works in the Haynn Kingdom you keep what you kill and The title of leader surely showed due to killing the old one. and for the next 20 years he has ruled with a iron fist killing many from Giants to Reapers, But the last 10 years he has been trying to have the giants side with him and the Rock Golems as well.
Weapon(s): Shown in the picture massive Great maces he wields the attached to chains so there like ball and chain they way 234 pound each
Abilities(Optional): He is able to like 963 pounds but anything supernatural he had a enchanted belt that gives him Giant strength only to be used on strong opponents and Giants.
Likes: Mead, Ale, Beer, Meats, war, Blood, Cleaving, Smashing, pulverising, destroying, and reading
Dislikes: Cowards and sweets
Love interest (optional): Leader of Kelasien
Other: I added the Love Intrest for sheer Halrious-...ness yeah thats a word in Ol' Juggs book! Also I messed up a bit and wrote some war like stuff for the Minotaur and I hope it is ok if he is based more around battle if thats ok I can change this if need be Unholy because this is your RP and I undestand ^^;; sorry for the mess up on my end though
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Izaki Nakajima
Junior Member
Non-Human Application
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Name: Cézanne Stonefire
Age: 147
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
Kingdom: Ignis - Land of Fire
Position: Traitor to his own Kingdom and kind/Deputy of Assassins
Appearance:
Height: 5’9
Weight: 149
Personality:
Cézanne has a very well built mind, for he is old in his years and has seen plenty of things in his lifetime to know what were good and what were evil. But because of what he has seen in his lifetime, he has shifted towards more of the evil purposes in life thus following an endless cycle of evil which the world around him has chosen. He rarely has good intentions, he is cold hearted as well as cold blooded, has an intelligent mind that keeps up to date on what the world around him is doing, and this makes him a bit more complexing than most creatures. For him he has an utterly strange mind, which often wonders and questions the way of the world. Most people would think questioning the world was harmless, yes but what if he started to question the gods~?Cézanne Stonefire had lost the faith in gods, believing that creatures and humans were the ones who had created Gods.
His only purpose in life was to examine other life, such as humans and there pitiful war affairs or any other creature he could interact with. He himself never had any conflict with humans like so many others did and he even wanted to live amongst them but he wasn’t ignorant. He knew what they did to his kind and so he changed his form to be more pleasing to human eyes. If someone was to describe Cézanne in one word, that word would be ‘Snake’. For he deserved to be called in such an ill manner because of his cold heart and thoughtless actions, more so his selfish actions. He was so driven on the thought of being human that he had actually forgotten what he was and killed a Dragon. Some same he had never forgotten who he was, he was just that cold that even his own kind did not matter to him. Others would say he was trying to forget his past as a Dragon and live on as a human but then again many disagree with this notion. Cézanne was just selfish, blood driven and somewhat mad in the head for he knew who he had killed. But he just didn’t care; he was so cold as to separate himself and his own kind. Nothing mattered to him more than himself and his research on other creatures.
Nothing mattered more than his own well being, he truly was the embodiment of a monster and the worst part about it was he had no problems with being one. For when it came to someone else’s problems, he would immediately turn his back on others whether he knew that person or not. Even if he had caused that person’s problems or that person helped him on an earlier date, he would still throw that person under a bus for his own well being. Some may even say he portrays himself as a god but this could be farther from the truth and though he isn’t much of a religious man, he will give small rants about others religions. He makes these small rants to sometimes prove how stupid a religion can sound coming form his own mouth or use the religion as a symbolism. He isn’t religious but he does know his fair share of the religions that people practice in their time. Most would want to be careful around him; he is mentally unstable at points and doesn’t have a good grasp on consequences, so he will strike without a second thought.
History:
Cézanne lived most his life in the Kingdom of fire; much was not done there in the land and most waited. Wanting for what you say? Well of course they waited for an attack, more so they waited for death and if you don’t already know then it’s about time you learn. For Dragons have a long life span and most are wise enough to see that the purpose in life is dying once you feel you have accomplished something in your life. So most old and wise dragons waited for the day to come when a young lad walked into their territory and dared to strike such a great beast. Of course some dragons did put up a fight to get the sense of their youth back but most of them died, this is what Cézanne hated about Ignis. No one had a god damn clue what would await for them in the afterlife, well he set his mind that the afterlife did not exist and once you’re done on earth, your done forever. He was of the few that would not give up life so easily, he was a strange being for he craved to learn more about life and live it as long as possible. Now of course the thought of living long was common to others but to Dragons, well the best part of life for them was going onto the afterlife. Cézanne has seen many before who tried to stop him from pursuing his dreams of a forever lasting life, but enough was enough. He was close to death at one point because of a strange human Warrior, this close call to death shook him up and told him he needed to change something and fast.
While Cézanne lay on the ground near a cave, he was lazily counting the seconds of his life as it went by until he heard footsteps. It was a Human Warrior who had come to slay a Dragon, of course Cezanne saw his opponent as a threat and that’s where he made his mistake. He underestimated his opponent and payed a toll for doing so. The Warrior carried heavy armor along with a sword made of steel; a rather strong weapon indeed but Cézanne had never encountered strong humans. All his life he had only met the weak ones and through his ignorance of how well the human population developed over a short period of time cost him his eye. For the warrior was quicker and more intelligent than the other humans Cézanne had encountered. The Warrior managed to strike the dragon but Cézanne was also fast and had reacted on time. Any second later he would have lost more than his eye, he would have lost his head as well. The human Warrior wasn’t done yet and with the battle going on for fifteen more minutes, Cézanne managed to strike the warrior in the side with his tail but the warrior did leave a few scars on him as well. Out of fear Cézanne fled from the battle and managed to hide until he was sure the Warrior was gone. Cézanne was afraid that his life would be cut short, for all he cared about was living on and himself.
Of course Cézanne soon fled his own kingdom as well, for he knew if he stayed any longer more humans would come to try once again to kill dragons. As a temporary home, he lived deep in the forest and starting fires was not a problem for him. You see he wasn’t that type of dragon; he couldn’t breathe out fire and had more strength. He stayed deep in that forest for a while, not bothering anyone and surviving off of any animal that crossed his path. He soon came across a stone while taking a drink from a river. The stone was purple and it seemed to be made by a mage of some sorts, for that stone gave Cézanne the form of a human. He could now live amongst the very species that came after him and almost ended his life. But he never did seek revenge, he looked deeper into the possibilities of what could be done and out of his own selfishness Cézanne decided to help conjure up war. After all the purpose of living was to gain from your own benefit, the stone was given to him by fate and he planned on using it well. Now days you will find Cézanne trying his best to speak with all kinds of rulers and leaders of the Kingdoms, he believes if he can convince one ruler that starting a war would be beneficial than he could get everyone in on it. His main goal is to be on the winning team and more importantly if he could gain the trust of a strong ruler and use them as his own puppet, if any ruler would be that easily manipulated. He also is considered a spy for it’s very easy for him to access human territory and uses this as a financial bonus by offering services to other creatures who want information on humans and there kingdom.
While living near humans he realized he had no history, he was a complete stranger and no one knew him. He had to make an appearance, something to gain him a title and so it was decided he would join the Hunter Corps. And once joining the Hunter Corps he went into the field of Assassination, helping the humans kill more creatures like himself just so he could live among humans without being caught. Then something happened, Cézanne had killed a Dragon and he gained praise from humans. The Dragon himself was an old time friend of Cézanne and he knew about Cézanne switching forms. How did he know? Well he knew by the look in Cézanne’s eyes, though he has a human form he still has original dragon eye. Cézanne had no other choice but to kill his old friend, the old friend couldn’t be trusted with keeping secrets and so he gained a bit of praise from others. Thus he continued with missions and the hunting of other Creatures, though the hunting was not his favorite part and sometimes when he didn’t feel like killing, he would charge the creatures for their lives. He became a deputy, a rank that was just right for him, not to well known but known enough to get him into certain places.
Weapon(s):
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He carries around a Chain Weapon, the end of the chain is connected to a small ring so it is easier to swing it around and keep a good grip on the weapon. He most often times is reckless dealing with his chain Weapon, slashing it around and swinging without looking but also he has an accurate aim due to his eyes.
Abilities (Optional):
Likes:
· Summer days
· Creatures, who are willing to put up with him
· Being feared by others
· The science and logical way of life
Dislikes:
· Sweets
· The hero type of people
· Arrogance
Love interest (optional):
None at the moment but anyone who wants the position PM me ^.^ Gender doesn’t matter and honestly I couldn’t see him being with anyone but if you think you can persuade me then don’t be afraid to PM.
Other: True Form
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@Izaki Nakajima ACCEPTED!!! Of course he is! I didn't think people would take the creatures of the Fire lands. So, I'm quite happy that a few people are. I love this dual form taking dragon and can't wait to see him in action. I'll be adding you lot later to the lists as I'm getting ready to go to intervention. ^^
So, I'm quite happy that a few people are. I love this dual form taking dragon and can't wait to see him in action. I'll be adding you lot later to the lists as I'm getting ready to go to intervention. ^^
Akihito
Aki of Hearts ♡
@Izaki Nakajima
@UnholyRedemption
I love the dual form thing but perhaps he should stick with only one form. He sounds more like a shapeshifter than a dragon.
@UnholyRedemption
I love the dual form thing but perhaps he should stick with only one form. He sounds more like a shapeshifter than a dragon.
Blue_Candy
Magic Eight Ball
Name: Heather
Age: 15~~She ages like a human
Gender: Female
Race: Centaur
Kingdom: Terraia
Position: Protects Terraia
Appearance:
Height: 5'2/15.2 hands high
Weight: 826 pounds
Personality:
She is quite strict and sort of cold. She takes duty of protecting Terraia seriously and usually is harsh. When she isn't on duty, though, she loves to have a laugh, but knows she can't take too much time off. She has a sharp memory, and she holds grudges quite easily. She is patient, even when aggravated, and can wait for things. She takes a serious liking of pink, and hates it when people comment on her have dyed her hair pink, painted her hooves pink, and have almost everything about her pink.
She can be selfish, and she has ADHD, no matter how hard she tries to concentrate, she gets distracted. Only she knows about it and has been working hard to fix it. Her ADHD also helps her in battle, though, because it makes her more attentive to what the enemy is doing. Her reactions are quick and she has no problem killing, although she doesn't like it much. She has a big attitude for such a innocent looking centaur.
She is quite skinny and light, and this makes her great at running. She is very fit, and has a good sense of direction. Sometimes others call her by her nickname, "The Living Compass" because she knows instinctively where East, West, North and South are, and can easily find her way back to Terraia if she gets lost. Of course, she doesn't leave much, once a year if she is lucky enough to get mission or quest of sorts, so her senses have faded slightly. A small secret of hers is she loves art, and makes paint from berries so she can paint in her little cottage.
History:
She wasn't always so cold and harsh. She used to be a happy-go-lucky sort, but fate knew better than to let her stay that way. Her twin sister, Acadia, herself and her parents were on their way to Terraia, because they had gone a little ways off to a clear stream that held fish. So they fished and had a good time, and they walked back. Heather led them, she knew where to go. Acadia went along by her side as they had silly arguments and laughed at each others jokes. It was such a perfect day, that something was bound to go wrong. But of course, nobody thought of this as they walked.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past Heather's head, and lodged itself in the tree behind her. Acadia had dodged it, luckily. Her mom held up her pink bow, and fired where the arrow had come from. Heather was scared. Acadia, being the older twin, stood in front of Heather with a fierce expression. Heather was so curious. What was happening?
"What's going on?" Heather trembled. Acadia turned her head to look at Heather for a split second, then howled with pain as two arrows hit her chest. Acadia fell to her knees, her eyes filled with tears.
"Humans." Those were her last words. Heather wanted to cry. Her mom was beside her, smiling sadly. Her father was on the ground. She'd seen her sister die. And now her dad was dead. Her mom shoved the bow that she was holding into Heather's hands and whispered, "Run." Her mom took off in another direction, probably to lure this 'human' away from Heather. Heather knew she couldn't stand there.
She ran as fast as she could, her pulse quickening by every step, her throat parched and dry, her heart beating and her brain screaming at her to stop. But she kept going. Faster and faster she ran. Then a thought of guilt struck her. I left my mom to die. Tears found their way into her eyes and her heart leapt into her throat. But she kept on going. She could see the borders ahead of her.
Her hooves and legs throbbed with pain, and she kept a hard grip on her bow as she raced into friendly territory. She whizzed past centaurs and minotaurs into the little cottage that her family had owned. Now they're gone. She thought. She put her head on the wall and cried, hot tears coming down like a waterfall. She swore to be vegetarian after that day of fishing, for that's when her family died.
Her heart was heavy, and she could feel it hardening. She stopped crying. I have to be strong. For them. She looked at the bow and sighed. Her family died. She was only nine years old. She walked around in circles, her head spinning with confusion and hatred for these 'humans.' She walked out and dried her tears, ready to do whatever she was needed to do. Of course she would never forget this day, but she could focus on other things to push this day to the back of her mind.
Weapon(s):
The bow shown in the pictures above. She adores it and brings it with her everywhere, as it reminds her of her family. ~~Mentioned in her History
Abilities(Optional): None
Likes:
PINK!
Candy
Flowers
Spring
Sunlight
Animals
Intelligent creatures
Dislikes:
Being cold
Shadows
Swordfighting
Humans
Meat
Love interest (optional):
I'm open!
Other:
Age: 15~~She ages like a human
Gender: Female
Race: Centaur
Kingdom: Terraia
Position: Protects Terraia
Appearance:
Height: 5'2/15.2 hands high
Weight: 826 pounds
Personality:
She is quite strict and sort of cold. She takes duty of protecting Terraia seriously and usually is harsh. When she isn't on duty, though, she loves to have a laugh, but knows she can't take too much time off. She has a sharp memory, and she holds grudges quite easily. She is patient, even when aggravated, and can wait for things. She takes a serious liking of pink, and hates it when people comment on her have dyed her hair pink, painted her hooves pink, and have almost everything about her pink.
She can be selfish, and she has ADHD, no matter how hard she tries to concentrate, she gets distracted. Only she knows about it and has been working hard to fix it. Her ADHD also helps her in battle, though, because it makes her more attentive to what the enemy is doing. Her reactions are quick and she has no problem killing, although she doesn't like it much. She has a big attitude for such a innocent looking centaur.
She is quite skinny and light, and this makes her great at running. She is very fit, and has a good sense of direction. Sometimes others call her by her nickname, "The Living Compass" because she knows instinctively where East, West, North and South are, and can easily find her way back to Terraia if she gets lost. Of course, she doesn't leave much, once a year if she is lucky enough to get mission or quest of sorts, so her senses have faded slightly. A small secret of hers is she loves art, and makes paint from berries so she can paint in her little cottage.
History:
She wasn't always so cold and harsh. She used to be a happy-go-lucky sort, but fate knew better than to let her stay that way. Her twin sister, Acadia, herself and her parents were on their way to Terraia, because they had gone a little ways off to a clear stream that held fish. So they fished and had a good time, and they walked back. Heather led them, she knew where to go. Acadia went along by her side as they had silly arguments and laughed at each others jokes. It was such a perfect day, that something was bound to go wrong. But of course, nobody thought of this as they walked.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past Heather's head, and lodged itself in the tree behind her. Acadia had dodged it, luckily. Her mom held up her pink bow, and fired where the arrow had come from. Heather was scared. Acadia, being the older twin, stood in front of Heather with a fierce expression. Heather was so curious. What was happening?
"What's going on?" Heather trembled. Acadia turned her head to look at Heather for a split second, then howled with pain as two arrows hit her chest. Acadia fell to her knees, her eyes filled with tears.
"Humans." Those were her last words. Heather wanted to cry. Her mom was beside her, smiling sadly. Her father was on the ground. She'd seen her sister die. And now her dad was dead. Her mom shoved the bow that she was holding into Heather's hands and whispered, "Run." Her mom took off in another direction, probably to lure this 'human' away from Heather. Heather knew she couldn't stand there.
She ran as fast as she could, her pulse quickening by every step, her throat parched and dry, her heart beating and her brain screaming at her to stop. But she kept going. Faster and faster she ran. Then a thought of guilt struck her. I left my mom to die. Tears found their way into her eyes and her heart leapt into her throat. But she kept on going. She could see the borders ahead of her.
Her hooves and legs throbbed with pain, and she kept a hard grip on her bow as she raced into friendly territory. She whizzed past centaurs and minotaurs into the little cottage that her family had owned. Now they're gone. She thought. She put her head on the wall and cried, hot tears coming down like a waterfall. She swore to be vegetarian after that day of fishing, for that's when her family died.
Her heart was heavy, and she could feel it hardening. She stopped crying. I have to be strong. For them. She looked at the bow and sighed. Her family died. She was only nine years old. She walked around in circles, her head spinning with confusion and hatred for these 'humans.' She walked out and dried her tears, ready to do whatever she was needed to do. Of course she would never forget this day, but she could focus on other things to push this day to the back of her mind.
Weapon(s):
The bow shown in the pictures above. She adores it and brings it with her everywhere, as it reminds her of her family. ~~Mentioned in her History
Abilities(Optional): None
Likes:
PINK!
Candy
Flowers
Spring
Sunlight
Animals
Intelligent creatures
Dislikes:
Being cold
Shadows
Swordfighting
Humans
Meat
Love interest (optional):
I'm open!
Other:
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