Fantasy To Reset the World

[Koyne]

Full name:


Kira Tenebris


Nickname:


N/A





Race:


Human





Age:


15





Heritage:


Viven





Occupation:


N/A





Picture or Description of your character:

Bio:


Kira was born as the son of Rika and Leonard Tenebris, the current heads of the Tenebris family, and owners of its heritage. This heritage mostly consists of huge parts of land in the region of Ankrath, and hundreds of slaves, working on the plantation's that were build in the area. It's pretty much common knowledge between the other races, that if you end up having to work for the Tenebris', you're basically screwed. Guards beating the workers to death over small mistakes, unbelievably cruel, and degrading living condition's; that's what slaves had to deal with on these plantation's.
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Anyway, as said, the boy was born as the child of his family's leader's, and lived a rather comfortable life. Spoiled to hell and back, Kira got whatever he wanted with a snap of his fingers, until the age of ten. That's when his mother died because of a rare illness. Now, he loved his mom of course, so losing her wasn't easy for him... but, that wasn't even the worst part about it. Kira never got along with his father, and the same applied to most of his siblings. His mother always defended him when his brother's started messing with the boy, but now that she was gone, they were free to do as they pleased. At first it was just some harmless teasing, like they always did... but as time progressed, his siblings got more bold, considering there was noone there to put them back in place.


His father didn't really care about the abuse Kira had to stand through either, thinking of the boy as nothing more than a waste of space.


Well, one day, things escalated, and went bad enough for the kid's dad to actually step in... but instead of helping his son out, he got the brilliant idea of "sending him some place where he could actually be of some use."


Well... let's just say that was the last day, the boy had slaves working FOR him. This 'place' his father was referring to, was Ankrath. One of the family's plantation's, to be more specific.


As mentioned earlier, life on a Tenebris plantation was hard, and Kira was treated no different than any of his fellow workers.


The years passed by and he integrated himself with the slaves. They were more of a family to him than his folks back at home ever were. With one elf in particular Kira got along pretty well. He was a former assassin and taught the boy some magic and how to protect himself.


Anyway, one day, the workers decided to stand up for themselves. They came up with a plan to take down the guards, having everyone escape the plantation before backup could arrive... but things didn't exactly go as they expected. Although some managed to flee, many were caught or killed by the guards as the slaves weren't able to overpower them.


Kira wouldn't have managed to get off the land either if it wasn't for his earlier mentioned friend. When a guard took a hold of the boy, the elf came to his rescue and pushed him off, giving the young one a chance to make a run for it. The assassin was unfortunately caught because of these actions.


Kira swore to himself that day to not only take revenge on his family, but also come back in order to free his friend, and all the other slaves. He has been traveling the world with the intention to either get strong enough to achieve his goals on his own, or find other people to assist him with it.





Personality:


Kira's a rude, cocky little brat, who get's an awful kick out of messing with people. He can be a real handful sometimes, and is easily provoked, especially when being called a kid. Kinda ironic, since getting others mad is almost like a hobby to him.


Since the boy hasn't really lived the life of a normal citizen, he was never taught how to properly handle money, or that stuff like stealing was wrong. Therefor, Kira often either spends his coins on interesting garbage, or just straight up takes what he wants.


He often needs a little while to warm up with others, especially if it's another human. The time on the plantation kinda caused him to build up a grudge against his own race.

Weapon/Fighting Style

Kira's rather skilled at fighting with small blades like daggers and knifes. This includes throwing them, which he does pretty accurate.


Kira's friend also taught him how to perform some easy-to-use magic. He's able to enhance/influence his physical abilities/senses on a basic level, but is also capable of creating minor illusions.

@Lana Valentine

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[junie]

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"A lady never tells her secrets."​ Elise Asona

Name:

Elise Asona

Age:

18

Race:

Ice Elf/Human

Heritage:

Ankrath

Occupation:

Harvester, Plantation Owner

Bio:

Elise was born into a wealthy family who owned a plantation and farm. Although is snows frequently in Ankrath, they still are able to grow crops and stay wealthy. Elise has the power to control ice and snow, also known as winter magic, by the time she was a teenager. She has learned to be a lady all her life, and to be treated like one, even though she works on her plantation along with her maids. She enjoys ice skating and playing in the snow. She teaches others how to use magic as a side job, to keep the income coming in. Ever since she was fourteen, she has always caught the people's attention, especially the males. She's quite popular in Ankrath, because of her beauty, lady-like personality, and her family background.


Appearances:


Elise has pale blonde hair that matches with her pale skin tone. Her facial features give the gentle and soft look and her style makes her seem royal, prettier than the royal family, said most people. She roughly stands at 5'7 and weighs nearly 110lbs.

Personality:

Elise is a lady. She is expected to be treated like one and was raised as one. She keeps her head held high and doesn't let others get to her easily. She keeps her emotions to herself and only shows a small smile. A huge smile will only be shown if you're close to her.

Weapon/Fighting Style:

She prefers to use her ice magic, but she is handy with anything with a blade.

@Lana Valentine
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[Ninth]

Rok Gromn


Ru'Go
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Race: Giant


Age: 46


Heritage: Ironwrath


Occupation: Slave of a merchant;


Description: Standing at 13 feet tall, Rok almost doubles as another wall with his sturdy build. A vibrant mark rests upon his right shoulder blade, whether it was present on birth or not is a mystery. The attire he is accustomed to changes often, mostly due to the slave owner's level of 'generosity'. However, one thing does remain throughout time, Rok can always be found wearing shackles on his legs, chains long since broken.


Bio: A giant, 'born' with the supposed mark of an ancient clan. Raised into slavery, never to have met 'freedom', he has served alongside a number of masters. Always sold at a high price due to the possibilities of his heritage, as well his brute strength. In his most recent of years, his services were owned by a merchant by name of Sam Cleifwright.


Personality: Uneducated, muzzled, but empowering. Unwavering, his bravery is only surpassed by his might, a strength that caries even to his tone. If it were not for his vehement level of loyalties to the ones he deems as 'master', it could be said that he does not submit despite being a slave. Otherwise, with practice, he can be found as both protective and kind.


Weapon / fighting style: Rok uses no weaponry, nor a particular fighting style. Instead, he uses pure strength for his troubles in a barbaric fashion, making him quite unpredictable.

 

[Freyu Valentine]

@Nanax


I cannot accept what you have put down due to two major reasons, While you are a half Elf they wouldn't allow one to be considered a noble.


It's a human dominated society that looks down upon all other races including half bloods so that would be a small issue, if you remove the elven part and make her human that would be okay.


Secondly you've kind of changed the world setting by making it "Snows frequently in Ankrath," Which wasn't quiet what I wanted for that area. So you'd have to change that to most likely Ironwrath which while mostly mining would have some local farms as well so it could work >_>


That's the only bits I see wrong so if you alter it and stuff I'd accept it

 

[Silver Wolf]

(I kinda wanna make two characters to interact with Roku's team now, a scholar and his slave.)

 

[Freyu Valentine]

@Silver Wolf


Hm not sure how that could with since both groups are actively fighting against Slavery, so they wouldn't really approve of anyone owning another, you could make it so the slave is a freed slave but, who still serves his old master due to their friendship or something >_>

 

[Silver Wolf]

(Or the fact that he is protecting the slave, who is in actuality his son, from being taken by slavers.)

 

[Freyu Valentine]

(Something along those lines perhaps, just so long as they aren't really a slave to another or if they are, they are struggling to be free in some capacity >_0 )

 

[Silver Wolf]

(Meow...well the scholar would give the idea of the whole god thing too.)

 

[Freyu Valentine]

(Eh well I've already figured out how we are reaching the gods whenever that bit actually comes around, )

 

[Pashpu]

Full name: Unknown


Nickname: Nighthawk


Race: Human, most likely


Age: 34


Heritage: Seogu


Occupation: Is a hired assassin. His major clients are the rich slaveowning elite who run Seogu.


Picture or Description of your character:

He dresses in a dark cloak and a mask, and carries around various weapons. He additionally wears a pair of mechanical wings that he made, which he uses to fly around at low speeds.


Bio: Not much is known about his birth or childhood. He began to make himself known as an assassin for hire. The rich slaveowners of Seogu immediately saw potential in him, and sent him out on various tasks to kill rebel slave leaders and officials who disagreed with the slavery system.


Personality: Does not care about anyone else other than himself. Is a ruthless killer and will do whatever it takes to make more money.


Weapon / fighting style: He hides in corners, and assassinates people with a thin poisoned arrow. He can also sneak up to people and stab them with his dagger. Is somewhat adept at hand-to-hand combat and sword-fighting but prefers getting the easy kill.

 

[Freyu Valentine]

Full name: Unknown
Nickname: Nighthawk


Race: Human, most likely


Age: 34


Heritage: Seogu


Occupation: Is a hired assassin. His major clients are the rich slaveowning elite who run Seogu.


Picture or Description of your character:

He dresses in a dark cloak and a mask, and carries around various weapons. He additionally wears a pair of mechanical wings that he made, which he uses to fly around at low speeds.


Bio: Not much is known about his birth or childhood. He began to make himself known as an assassin for hire. The rich slaveowners of Seogu immediately saw potential in him, and sent him out on various tasks to kill rebel slave leaders and officials who disagreed with the slavery system.


Personality: Does not care about anyone else other than himself. Is a ruthless killer and will do whatever it takes to make more money.


Weapon / fighting style: He hides in corners, and assassinates people with a thin poisoned arrow. He can also sneak up to people and stab them with his dagger. Is somewhat adept at hand-to-hand combat and sword-fighting but prefers getting the easy kill.

That picture looks suspiciously like a lady you know omo

 

[Pashpu]

[QUOTE="Lana Valentine]That picture looks suspiciously like a lady you know omo

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O_O how did I not notice that...oh well, I found a better one.

 

[Ninth]

Kit


"Don't have a fit, call me Kit!"
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It's the what

Race:Hobbit


"That's right, I'm Kit the Hobbit!"


Age:21


"Not as young as you thought huh?"


Heritage: None Known


"Hehe, sorry! I can't quite help that I am short."


Occupation:Tracker

What you see

Description: Kit is built upon a small, and rather petite frame. However, this does benefit her as her weight can be kept to a minimal. Standing at 3'2, she may even be mistaken as a child.


"Sometimes I get stolen by the wind..."


Weapon: Wakazashi, a weapon that is normally seen as a small sidearm, or ritual dagger. However, wielded by this little Hobbit, you get the result of a full long sword!


"But at least everything can be an adventure!"


Fighting Style: A 'practiced' art called Kit Fang. Most believe it's style consists of whatever Kit feels like doing at the time. Crude, nontraditional, uncouth, but strangely flowing into a number of forms. "He did teach me well..."

Alias

'You were warned you know'

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Full name: Kitaneousliibaggrisdottiragenswalkir Weaver


"He really wa???????????s?????? ???????????a???????????? ????????????????j????????o????????????k???????????e????????r???????????????????????...."


Nickname: Kit "??????????????????J???????????????u????????????????s???????????????????t????????????????? ??????????l??????????i?????????????????k????????????e????????????????????? ????????y???????????????o?????????????????????u????????????????????? ??????????????????????l????????????????i?????????????????k???????????????e?????????????d????????????? ???????????i???????????????t?????????????????????,???????? ???????????????D?????????????????????a?????????d??????????.????????????????????.??????????"??????

Personality: Briefly said, Kit is a ball of energy. This Hobbit can be found overly cheerful, positive, friendly, and far too playful. In all honesty, it's as if this concept of 'slavery' doesn't really exist in her books. She smiles continuously always looking for the 'fun' way of doing things during her journeys no matter how dangerous or idiotic. She has no frets of rolling around in the mud to keep cool, nor dancing within the streets as if partaking in a festival. With a fiery passion, this female tends to live almost too fully every day.


Bio: Little is really known about the early years of Kit, seeing as she generally refuses to talk about the events. And due to her race, what human would bother transcribing about it if they did know. All that can really be said is that Kit was found unconscious on a farm within Ankrath by a number of slaves, in which she promptly escaped upon waking. She has been found selling a number of rabbit pelts and the like to merchants however, though more than most it was for naught seeing as they threatened to just enslave her.


"Thank you, thank you for being my friend and reading just a little bit more about me... I know on the surface I just kind of.. let things slide off. But that is because I want- no, because I have to keep moving forward. I have to keep smiling every day for him. That's all dad ever wanted, that's all. But, I always ignored him, I always ran off to play where it wasn't safe. I called him annoying and overprotective... Then when I didn't notice, they followed me home... Dad, I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry.."

 

[Freyu Valentine]

@Kel Vas


Awesome owo


Looking forward to seeing her in action.


Also kind of sad too but definitely accepted

 

[Silver Wolf]

Full name: Arthur Sithir


Nickname: (none)


Race: Human


Age: 40


Heritage: Andor


Occupation: Scholar


Description of your character: He stands at 5 feet 5 inches with dark brown hair that is cut just above his ears. He wears a set of green robes with white markings and runes on them. He has blue eyes and a short beard that goes around his chin and above his lips.


Bio: A scholar fascinated in the history of everything, including other races, he travels around constantly with his son, who is officially his slave to protect him, to find these things. His half elf son came to be when he bought Faeryl's mother after seeing her at an auction to be sold to a sex slaver and knowing that she had some old knowledge. He eventually granted her full freedom, only to be captured and enslaved once more and sold to another land. After that, he signed his own son into slavery so that his son would not meet the same fate.


Personality: He is quite kind and understanding in many situations. He even enjoys trying to familiar himself with the other races, very curious. He also despises the practice of slavery, whenever he had a slave, he always treated them as if they were his own family and sent them to freedom. He contains much knowledge from his travels and knows many of their old customs.


Weapon / fighting style: At one pot in his life, he was able to learn magic through books. He can use some offensive magic, but he mainly focuses on support and defensive. He can only use these elements with offensive: Fire and wind.


Full name: Faeryl Sithir


Nickname: Fae


Race: Half elf


Age: 25 (looks 20)


Heritage: Andor


Occupation: Slave/Scholar Assistant


Description of your character: He stands at 6 feet and wears a set of light armor made of a silver colored metal. On his back is a long sword which he can use in either hand. He has light blonde hair which goes down to his shoulders and has nordic blue eyes.


Bio: The son of Arthur, he travels the world with his father, posing as a slave servant so as to disguise several facts about them both. Though it usually comes up to the question as to why a slave was given a sword. He travels with his father now and protects him while assisting him with research.


Personality: He is quite...well...odd. Whenever he is traveling, he is more right down to business and he will be social whenever he isn't pressed to do something. He is also quite fascinated in many things and can explain them when his father is too busy or can't. He takes lots of interests and if you get him to start drinking, he doesn't really change much, he just talks more. Though he will also avoid getting drunk and at the same time, doesn't. He will also switch from talkative to non-talkative at random times.


Weapon / fighting style: When using the sword, he uses speed and blocking, as well as knocking his enemies down to the ground and executing them or taking whatever opportunity he can to kill the fastest. He uses a balance of strength and speed and will incorporate magic in with healing being his strongest and the only other magics able to use being wind and lightning. Though he uses all of them well.

 

[Freyu Valentine]

@Silver Wolf


Seems good, Accepted ^-^

 

[MermaidShireen]

Full name: Persephone Rose


Nickname: Seph


Race: Half Elf, Half Giant


Age: biologically 48, looks 20


Heritage: Andor


Occupation: Ex slave of the Andorian Army. Currently, she doesn't have a job, but sometimes her and her thirteen will still be called on to do a job.


Picture or Description of your character: She's 8'3", very graceful and light footed and fast because of her elven blood, but she's big and quite strong because of her giant blood.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/image.jpeg.18915bde3d7c8218319e214563ad1dae.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="106028" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/image.jpeg.18915bde3d7c8218319e214563ad1dae.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/image.jpeg.f3d26386a17c3f7408eae39a60e13d5a.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="106029" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/image.jpeg.f3d26386a17c3f7408eae39a60e13d5a.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Bio: Persephone was born into slavery and taken and trained in the military from a young age. After her first battle she was placed in a team specifically to be the ones who went in and took out a threat or problem. They called themselves The Thirteen. After fighting for many years and saving high ranking humans, she was freed from her slavery.


Personality: Headstrong and will fight against what she feels is wrong, protective, doesn't trust easily but once you have her trust, she will fight for you till death.


Weapon / fighting style: very powerful (very big) longbow, two short swords (well, short for her, they're in fact two long, double handed broadswords) she was the best sniper of her regiment, but when someone needed to break through the enemy lines, they sent her.

 

[Freyu Valentine]

@MermaidShireen


Accepted glad to have you on board owo

 

[Leo Radomir]

Name: Hoturi Radzin


Race: Void dragon/dimension Demon


Age:


off the top of my head about 900


Heritage:


Unknown, TBR.


Occupation:


Healer/Ninja


Bio:


TBR


Personality: hoturi as a rule is a reasonable and easy going man, when it comes to many things but when it comes to making a pact with him, don't insult his intelligence and don't talk to him like he's a lowly being that really cheeses him off, the rest you'll find out later


Weapon / fighting style:


Who needs a blade and such when you have your natural weapons and nasty void magic, hoturi won't slug it out with a stronger foe, if anything he'll use his brain and trick the person into thinking they have him cornered only to have a trap or to tire themselves out and he uses all kinds of nasty tricks.


anime demon guys - Google Search


anime demon guys - Google Search A cross between the two pics

 

[Kazehana]

Full name:

Catherine Roche

Nickname:

Cat

Race:

Human

Age:

23

Heritage:

Viven

Occupation:

Executioner

Picture or Description of your character:

Bio:

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Spoiler

Born into nobility, Cat was raised to respect and follow upper class customs and behaviors. This didn't upset her; rather, she was excited to be able to learn how to have proper tea parties and walk with sophisticated grace. She would always play with her friends, though their values of playtime were strictly bound to their parent's will. But that didn't stop them from having fun; what their parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Behind closed doors, they would play make-believe with their stuffed animals, with their kitchen utensils, and their mountains of pillows. Contrary to the chichés, they were never caught, mainly because they knew when their parents would be too occupied to pay them any mind. As they grew older, they converted their make-believe of fantasy to that of reality. Often, they played spies, darting around to see who could do some miscellaneous task, usually to retrieve an object near their parents. Cat was by no means the best, but she enjoyed it just the same.

When she was allowed to dress herself, within the limits of what her parents allowed of course, she expanded her library of clothes with vibrant colors, finding a variety of dress styles and combinations that left her with an irrevocable smile. Her life was nothing but peaches and cream, which ironically, was one of her favorite color choices. Her perception of the world couldn't be brighter. Not even prep school with its tediously specific customs and its strict curriculum could ever bring her disposition down.

During late prep school, her hands started turning colors, odd textures imbuing themselves all over her skin. They often appeared to move and flow on her skin, seeming to be alive. Her instructors noticed immediately, noticing the imperfection with a hawk's eye. They informed her parents, who proceeded to have their handmaidens scrub them vigorously. When that effort proved fruitless, they resorted to making her port ballroom gloves wherever she went outside or even with company inside her own house. This didn't bother her as much as it did intrigue her. With extensive research, a pastime readily approved by her parents, she set to work. With much meticulous searching, she discovered that her hands served as an organic incubator for microorganisms, with a wide variety of variation at that. Immediately, she burst into the parlor, a characteristic much unlike her. Her parents were initially shocked and appalled, especially since they had guests. As her father took her into the other room to scold her, especially after her prep school, his disposition changed as soon as he heard the news. With regrets, the mother was forced to end the rendez-vous early. After a lengthy discussion, her father had a sudden idea. One that placed him with a smile, an characteristic now unlike him.

Cat was sent to be evaluated by the royal guard, whose interest was immediately piqued at her father's idea. Once she had finished prep school, she was to report to them for a guaranteed job. Her parents weren't surprised, but Cat was confused. She didn't know what he had planned for her, and for the first time, it worried her. The guard was known for its involvement with violence and lower races, which didn't fit her lifestyle at all. What was the prep school training her for? When she graduated, she understood.

As soon as she arrived to the first day on the job, she was informed of what she was to do. Cat was to serve as the torturer and plausibly the executioner of the kingdom. Their plan, initially her father's plan, was that she was able to produce these microorganisms at such a high rate and diversity that she could be useful. Using current medical knowledge along with her natural intuition, they were able to devise several methods of slow, fairly agonizing pain that could, depending on the disease inflicted, kill the host. The first use was terribly awkward for Cat, mainly because she hadn't killed a single thing in her life, let alone a biped. But she was assured by the guards that it had no conscience, nor did it feel pain. Though after the slave was inflicted, it let out such horrendous sounds that she had to leave the room out of fear. With time, the guard cultivated her to largely just ignore the response given by the victim.

Though it doesn't settle well with her that she kills for a living, she knew that she didn't have another option. For the majority of her life, her parents had told her what to do, but she didn't mind because she liked doing those activities. Now, it made her uncomfortable. Nevertheless, her gore tolerance has improved since joining the guard. Alongside this improvement, the guard numbed her sense of empathy. It wasn't hard since she was so sheltered that the only opinions or views she ever heard were that of nobility or the guards.

Once they started going out on the fields to do jobs, she got a glimpse of what the lower classes had to offer. The first impression was repulsion, which was largely justified by her naïve perception of the world outside of hers. The guard immediately exploited this to make sure she felt ill of the low class. Cat never understood why the lower class would want to live that way, but she just had to accept it. None of those to be executed were allowed to speak, so she was easily influenced to believe that they were all criminals. Now, she works mainly in the field, traveling with the guards to execute those the guard deemed a threat to their perfect balance. She is often transferred between the kingdoms, as she is a highly valuable commodity.

Personality:

The large majority of her character includes ignorance. Cat as a person is extremely timid and cheerful. She likes the finer things in life like her pretty dresses and tea parties with little finger sandwiches. Cat never lets her friends feel despair for long; she always finds a way to lift their spirits. As a result of her rigorous upbringing, she is elegant and poised, most featured in her gait. She nearly glides as she walks with all the grace imbued with her title, even when on the job. As a result of her profession, she rarely shows emotion, simply because if she did, the guard would see it as a sign that she needed another history lecture about why her position was justified and, as they put it, an act of divinity.

Weapon / fighting style:

None. She was raised in nobility so she's never been near a weapon. Her only viable strategy in any battle would be to use her microorganisms to her advantage, but she most likely wouldn't be able to effectively use them in an uncontrolled situation. Her microorganisms include most known bacteria, fungi, and viruses.

 

[Freyu Valentine]

@Kazehana


I've looked over your CS and read the bio... I can accept her the issue is getting her involved with either of the two groups that are going on at the moment.


If you'd like to PM me about brainstorming a couple of ideas for it I'd be willing to work with you to get involved in everything.

 

[Strategos]

Full name:Steve Argent


Nickname:The Hunter, Mortal, Steve (only close friends call him that)


Race:Human


Age:20-30


Heritage:unknown


Occupation:Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Most wanted Hunter, Kidnapper, Hired assassin, Hired guard


Picture or Description of your character:Imgur: The most awesome images on the Internet


Bio:he was raised in a family of hunters, long story short they all died, by mercenaries, he then learnt it was kill or be killed so he became a mercenary himself, he becomes one of the best and well known and feared bounty hunters in all of the lands


Personality:mysterious, cocky, quiet, efficient, cold blooded, fearless


Weapon / fighting style:his weapon of choice is his one handed long-sword which is surprisingly light as it is made by folded pure damascus steel, and his shield made with a compound of steel, brass, damascus steel and copper. his specialty is sword fighting, he is horrible with the bow but can throw a knife very accurately, but he does not know in any way how to use magic

 

[Strategos]

@Lana Valentine

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Full name: Kynerith Rain Petrova


Nickname: Kyne


Race: Elf


Age: 22


Heritage: UNKNOWN


Occupation: Assassin


Picture or Description of your character:

Bio: Kyne was a former slave, her family adopted her to be a slave, she doesn't know who her biological parents are, she was sold to an abusive slave owner at 16, when she had enough, she began to secretly train herself fighting skills while her master slept. At 17, she poisoned her master and ran away. At 19 she started making a name for herself, she was killing slave owners and freeing slaves, giving the slaves new identites, and they were never seen again, going and starting a new life, Kyne is now much wanted throughout the land and has become famous, being named a criminal.


Personality: Caring, serious, commanding, bragging, negative, stubborn, fiery.


Weapon / fighting style: Stealth. She kills from the shadows, so her enemys don't even scream when she kills them, when she does have to fight, she strikes quick light blows, and has very fast arms.