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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2005 10:48 am
Name: Melody Jonre Mistifin
Gender: Female
Age: Around sixteen or seventeen, in human years.
Race: Part angel, part invisibara (The race of invisible beings in a far away land that has never been discovered by the strrange human race.), and part, something unknown that lets her do things with her mind.
Height: 6', 0"
Weight: 100 pounds.
Hair: Melody's hair is long, down to the small of her back, and straight. It is as blonde as the sun's rays that shine on your face on a spring morning. The red streaks in her hair give her charactor, and take out some of the shine.
Eyes: Melody's eyes are deep green, the color of the pine on the christmas tree, and a little bit of a grassy green. Her eyes are deep and meaningful and really show up when she wears green. Her long blonde eyelashes are barely noticable, unless sunlight shines on her face.
Skin: Melody's skin is very fair, and pale, it has a very porcelein look to it.
Ethnic Group: Melody is German, Russian, Canadian, Indian, and some other countries that her grandparents have not yet told her.
Clothing Style: Melody often wears almost gothic clothing. Her favorite color is red, so that is what she mostly wears. Her favorite outfit is long, black jeans, with her red Pink Floyd shirt and her red tennis shoes.
Personality:Melody is very smart and quiet. She is very nice, unless someone is mean to her. She often keeps to herself and doesn't like to talk to much. She tries to help everyone with her powers, but that often doesn't work and she gets thrown into depresion.
Occupation: Melody is still in school, trying to fit in.
Weapons: Melody often uses her powers, but she carries around her great granfather's sword, called Nayana, she calls his name when he is needed for battle.
Bio: Melody was born in Europe in Invisibala, where her parents met. Her parents soon died in a battle and Melody was left with her great granparents. She loved them deeply and wished to stay with them forever, but could not. Apon her leaving her great granparents gave her the sword, and a trunk that has her last name engraved on it to keep her things in.
Likes: Music, reading, she LOVES animals, nice people, old things, and many more things.
Dislikes: Mean people and things that hurt helpless people, animals, and things.
Quote "I'm not sure...."
Quote 2: "It's all my fault!"
Quote 3 "I love this!"
Other Stuff: Melody talks in whispers and no one knows why.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 11:43 pm
-Character Info
Name: Vinnie
Age: About 23
Birthdate: Unknown for sure...
Birthplace: Somewhere in the US
Hair: Dark brown with thin, light blonde highlites
Eyes: Silver
Marks/Tattoo/Scars: Dragon tattoo from left shoulder down to wrist.
Overall Appearance: Medium skin, hair is always a mess, always wearing long leather jacket with black t-shirt and wripped jeans. Has a shark tooth necklace that he always wears but doesn't remember where he got it from...
Occupation: Tuning his Civic for the mountain trials and any other odd jobs he can pick up.
Favorite Foods: Chicken lo mein, any kind of Japanese noodle soup, anything really spicy, fried rice, any kind of Italian food.
Least Favorite Foods: Anything the smells funky.
General Likes: Being around people, keeping busy.
General Dislikes: People who pick on those weaker than themselves and things that are out of place or disorganized.
Most Prized Possession: His necklace which seems to be the biggest link to his past.
Secret Shame: His earliest memory is waking up in a car covered in someone elses blood.
Secret Passions: Drifting on two lane mountain roads at 130+ KPH.
Goals: Find out who he is and where he came from.
Positive Characteristics: Funny guy, always wanting to cheer people up.
Negative Characteristics: Has a dark side to him that keeps people from getting too close, is totally obsessive about people dirtying or even touching his car.
Overall Personality: Dark yet always cheerful to hide true feelings of being alone
Personal Mottos: "The only things I trust are my instincts on the road."
-Car specs
Make: Honda Civic EX
Year: 2002
Color: Pearlescent color-shift black to silver.
Exterior: 18" hyper-black Racing Hart OD Raider split-5 spoke rims wrapped with BF Goodrich G-Force T/A KD's, 4000k HID projection headlights, blacked-out JDM Altezza tail lights, black 20% window tints, and an OEM carbon fiber hood.
Interior: Tenzo-R Rallye 2 seats, Air/fuel mix, fuel pressure, oil pressure, and volt meter on pods on the sides, VTEC controller mounted into custom bezel for dash, B&M Short shifter with RSX-S shift knob and handbrake handle, rear seat is taken out, and the interior is always perfectly clean.
Under the hood: K20A2 (RSX-S) complete motor and 6-speed transmission swap, Eibach Sportline springs lowered 2 1/2", Tokiko D-Spec dampers, Ingalls rear camber kits, DIY front camber kit, K&N Typhoon induction system, custom exhaust manifold with high flow downpipe and catalyst converter, and an Apex'i World Sport 2 cat back exhaust.
Prospective upgrades/cars: Stage 2 turbo kit for the Civic, Nissan R32 Skyline GT-R, and a 1st gen Mitsubishi GTO
Racing Personality: Will be your best friend until the go signal; never races for slips, but will take anyone's offer, any time if the stakes are high enough.
Driving Style: Very white knuckeld type of driver with one hand on the wheel and the other on the shifter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 6:18 pm
Name: Mysty
Gender: Female
Age: Unkown (Appears 20)
Race: Half-breed (Human/Were-Chimera)
Height: Estimated Six Foot
Weight: Unkown
Hair: Short blonde hair, falling to her shoulders, always neatly combed.
Eyes: Bright green cheery eyes, glasses perched infront of them.
Skin: Soft, semi-pale, but healthly looking.
Ethnic Group: N/A
Chimera Form Appearance: A slightly humanoid shape, although strange and hulking in shape. Her shoulders bear three heads, the middle resembling that of a lioness, being human with narrowed amber eyes, rounded off tan ears atop her head, and her hair and soft fur covered flesh a matching tan. The head atop her left should was covered in a soft black fur, two horns protruding for the back of it, it resembled that of a goat, with grey mysterious eyes. And on her right shoulder was the head of a dragon, red scaled covering it, yellow slitted eyes glowing with courage, two horns came from the back of this one's head too. Out her back came to large red dragon wings, and she also bore a snake for a tail. The rest of her body was coated in a combination of red scales, black fur, and tan fur. From her fingers protrude claws (assorted between lion and dragon), and her feet were hooves.
Clothing Style: She always wears bright colours, although she seems to favour rose red.
Personality: A kind and caring person, she is also a bit of a coward, fearing many things. She has quite a temper.
Occupation: Helper (She helps out with anything she can)
Weapons: She normally carries atleast one dagger with her, along with the fact that she can use her claws.
Bio: Her father was an inbred were-chimera, the inbreeding carrying on for generations, and as result he tended to get very confused, and to be unable to control when he began to change into his chimera form. Her mother was a human woman who had the tendancy to fall in love with the wrong guys. After they met, her mother was soon pregnant, and her father was never to be seen again by her. Her mother died at childbirth, unable to handle having the horrible beast that was her daughter. The birthing had happened in the middle of nowhere, so Mysty grew in the wilderness, hiding from humans until she learned how to control what she appeared before them. She found herself fascinated by them, and soon enough involved with society and it's folly.
Likes: Sweets, video games, challanges. But especially video games.
Dislikes: Fighting
Quote: "What the f***?!"
Quote 2: "Bloody hell!"
Quote 3: "Can someone please explain what is going on?!"
Other Stuff:
Powers: She is able to transform specific parts of her body to her actual shape (i.e. claws to fight with, hooves to run faster, ect). If given a moment she can figure out almost any problem, time depends on magnitude.
Weaknesses: She isn't always able to control her tranformations, and on occasion she will suddenly begin to change into her regular shape. She takes a strange genetic tampering pill to prevent this, although an overdose has a deadly consequence...And also taking too many pills, or taking them too often has a tendancy to change her personality (i.e. broken spirit, depression, confusion).
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:10 am
Wilson W. Wilson, MD
Name: Wilson W. Wilson, MD
Gender: Male.
Age: 38 (though he could pass for 40.)
Race: Caucasian (Human biggrin .)
Height: 5'10".
Weight: 146 lbs.
Build: Not too masculine, but healthy-looking (hard to describe sad .)
Hair: Short, brown, starting to grey.
Eyes: Green and nervous-looking.
Skin: Slightly pale from being indoors, but healthy enough.
Ethnic Group: White anglo-saxon.
Clothing Style: Suits. Grey jackets over pressed white shirts and neatly-creased grey pants. All dry-clean. Remove the jacket and you've got his casualwear. Duplicate the whole outfit about ten times, throw in plain white briefs and socks and three pairs of brown leather dress shoes and there's his wardrobe in its entirety.
Personality: His personality can be summed up in one word: neurotic. He hates germs. He hates germs, blood, viruses, insects, animals (this includes humans) who haven't been washed in (at least) two days, cloudy days, snow, pollen, sunny days, wind, snakes, asphault, trash, bodily waste, winter, spring, fall, snakes, violence, stupidity, ignorance, guns, fire...you get the point. He blames his parents for almost everything, especially his name, which he dislikes but doesn't want to change.
Despite his dislikes and his phobias, he is also, in his own way, noble. He took the Hippocratic Oath and he meant it. He has been known to brave his fears (except those of germs and viruses) to give medical help to those who need it.
Occupation: Docter at St. Matthew's Medical Center somewhere in Rhode Island (I've never been, so I dunno where would be the best city in which to place this fictional hospital.) He does basically every type of thing at the hospital except surgery (he's perfectly qualified, he just hates blood and guts.)
Bio: Wilson W. Wilson had a comfortable childhood. He grew up in a comfortable suburb of Chicago, went to comfortable private schools for his twelve years as a student and his family had a very comfortable amount of inherited wealth underneath them. However, young Wilson was none too happy. He knew from the start that there were things out there. Little bugs that wanted to get inside you and make you sick. Not just these "cooties" all the other kids talked about, either. He learned to read a while before everybody else out of some feeling of necessity to master the adult form of communication called writing and managed to get his hands on a health textbook. He didn't understand half of what was written in that book, but what he did understand scared him. He had been right on the money all along. The soap, the washing, it was all vitally necessary. For life to continue, we must avoid and kill all germs, he said to himself.
Over the years, he grew and matured and eventually went off to medical school. The rest of his life, after the textbook, had gone pretty uneventfully. He was prescribed little pills to calm himself, and began carrying them everywhere along with a bottle of Dasani.
Likes: Books, doctors, cleanliness, Dasani.
Dislikes: Too numerous to list (see above.)
Piercings: (He hates piercings, too. biggrin )
Quote: "Do you know how many germs could be on that?"
Quote 2: Wilson reached into his pocket and produced a pill bottle. He popped it open, slid one out, closed it and put it back into his pocket. He reached down and into his briefcase and produced a bottle of Dasani. A swig of water and the pill was swallowed. He replaced the bottle, closed his briefcase, and stood up, calmly.
Quote 3: "Wilson W. Wilson, MD, Rhode Island." (By way of an introduction.)
Other/Extra Stuff: (I can't think of anything I haven't already covered. If I do, I'll make a note of it.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:59 am
-Name-
Legacy
-Age-
Deceased
-Race-
Vampire's remanence
-Description-
Long, blonde hair, just touching his shoulder's. Brown gentle eye's, looking for a way out. Tall yet slender in build. If one can see him, he wears a long, beaten brown duster, and a shoulder pack of the same color, also, worn and beaten. A white plain t-shirt hide's underneith and blue jeans, torn and ripped. also, very old. Brown heavy boot's cover his feet as they march through what ever come's his way.
-Biography-
Many years ago, to many to count, a great war broke out with dragons and Vampire's, along with whatever else walked the earth.
Legacy, however, was not a Vampire when this war of wars took place.
Young, full of life and evreything to live for, until one drastic day.
Walking back home, from a small gathering with his friends, Legacy found his home in ruins, but not just his, everyone's home. He ran as fast as he could, to what was left of his life. Looking at the rubble and the destruction, he found nothing, no one left standing. Falling to his knee's, crying up to the heaven's, he opened his tear filled eye's and wittnessed in great horror, countless dragon's, flying overhead under the moon. He vowed from that day on to vanquish every single one.
Years later, with a small army of his own, Legacy was one of many men who killed off the dragons, with lots of success at that. One faithful night, after a small celebration, Legacy was out with with his love, a Vampire.
Vampire's and human's faught side by side during these hard trying time's, and these two happened to fall inlove. This night, was the night he was turned by his love, and he became one of the most powerful Vampire's that ever lived. Some said that he was even Dracula himself, but he was far from him.
Dragon after dragon was slain at the hands of Legacy alone, and it seemed that nothing could touch him. But one night, while out on a hunt to kill dragons, Legacy was suddenly surrounded by countless of them, all of them, out for revenge.
A small war inside a war took place, Legacy faught these dragon's with all his worth, but finaly, he was fallen by just one. Still clinging on to life, Legacy painfully dragged his weak body to one of the fallen dragons, and fed off his blood, hoping to regain his strength. Since no Vampire has ever drank the blood of a dragon, he didn't know the consequenses of his actions.
Still, after drinking the blood of the dragon, Legacy died. But as the blood coursed through his vein's, the spirit of the dragon, and all of the dragons he as ever killed, took over his body, but left him his mind. And now, only as a spirit, Legacy roams the earth, looking only for a way to escape the hold of these spirits, these dragon spirits that infect his body.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 6:06 pm
Solar-chan's First Character In This Guild! Alyzandra Carmichael RP: See Me, See Me Not Name: Alyzandra "Alyx" CarmichaelAge: 17Grade: 11 Homeroom: Advanced World History Weapon(s): A whip (because she is terrified of guns) Special Power(s): Telekenetic abilities to manipulate fire and water Physical Description: Alyzandra is 5'4" without shoes. She has short hair (it ends about half an inch below her ears) that she dyes frequently. Her natural hair colour is a very light shade of brown. Her eyes are a deep emerald green with flecks of chocolate brown. She weighs about 151 lbs. She typically dresses in very feminine clothes and always has some sort of hair accessory and lots of jewellery. She only ever wears platform sandals or strappy high heels. She also has a small triquetra tattooed on her right ankle and several piercings in both her ears which are filled with earrings fashioned to look like different good luck charms. Short Bio: Alyzandra is an eleventh grader who always loved the paranormal despite being terrified of it. Her biggest passion has always been history and it has come as an advantage many times. She was adopted by an older couple who had never been able to conceive on their own. Alyzandra has spent most of her life searching for her biological parents with little success. Also., her fost mother was Wiccan and helped start Alyzandra's interest in magic.Personality: Alyzandra is a mix between the typical dumb klutz and the sophisticated intellectual. She is usually very straight forward andstill very naive. She is usually kind but she is also very selfish. Weakness(es): First and foremost, she is terrified of blood. Guns follow in a close second. She tends to be very clumbsy and she has terrible hand-eye co-ordination if she isn't focused. It also does not help that she is easily distracted.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:25 pm
name: Uknown
nickname: Orphen
gender:Male
age: 16
race: Human
height:5'4
weight:120
hair: Short grey spiked.
eyes: When u look into his eyes u feel like you are looking into a black hole.
skin: Pale
ethnic group: Uknown(appear to be a Heretic).
clothing style: Dark robes.
personality and bio: He is very shy. He appears to be very cruel when u first meet him. When he was five his mother died so his father left him to be killed by the Demon King. Instead of killing him the Demon King taught him the dark arts. On his sixtenth birthday he ran away & made his way to Grado, the nation he was born in. He is now a sorcerer-for-hire & a mercenary. He has his own mercenary guild & commands an army of his followers. The only thing he wants is a true friend.
occupation:Mercenary & sorcerer-for-hire.
likes: Dark magic, animals, horror movies, his apprintice Marisa "The Crimson Flash",, and dark rituals.
dislikes: Light magic, people that are sexist, killing unarmed soldiers, & killing women.
piercings:None
qoute: "W-Who are you???"
qoute 2: " I will take the job but i will NOT kill any women."
qoute 3: "If you want to join my mercenary guild just ask."
weapons: Dark magic, & his runeblade(a birthday present from the Demon King).
extras: Loves chocolate & carries his mother's pendent.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:23 pm
Database : Profile = Roaku
Name: Roaku
Age: (its not known, but looks like a 14 year old)
Race: Undisclosed (maybe revealed ..)
Hieght: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Hair: grey brown
Eyes: Blue/ gray
Skin: pale, yet sometimes lively
Ethnic group: .....
Clothing style: Black hooded cloak
Persinality: Cold, yet relaxed. Serious and down to earth, loves to play her small horn which is around her neck. She is outwardy and courageous, yet sometimes can seem dark and evil. She tries to understand things and people, and is overall fairly kind... The past is a mystery to her, she remembers some and at the same time none...
Likes: Darkness, moon, honesty and loyal friends. heaven and hell, (which she sometimes pays a visit >.<; ) [more... maybe to come]
Dislikes: Routhless men, unhonorable fights,rude people, unrightioussness, and persiving for the wrong goal. Most of all stupid and over confident people....
Percings: None
Qoute: " Wheres the sun hides and the moon shines"
Qoute2: " You say you can read me like a book, but the pages are torn and frayed"
Quote3: " Darkness is not evil, its missunderstood..."
Other/ Extra stuff: Roaku has a pet black eagle. He is more like her best friend, although at night he hunts, and its not flesh and meat....
(pic maybe to come ^^ )
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 7:30 pm
Name: unnamed
age: unborn 16 years ago (i'll get to that)
gender: male
race: unliving spirit
height: 5'4
weight: weightless
hair: black
eyes: white
skin: the image of his flesh is a transparent grey
personality: malacious, cruel, and extremely unreasonable. that doesn't mean he doesn't like you, in fact, the more he seems to antagonize you the ore he probably likes you.
He is a spirit that died before he was born into flesh, yet still clung to a broken detatched version of life by fate or happenstance. absorbing the life of the world around him to sustain his existance, he covets most of all the thing that people have, a life and body of their own. he has no abilities of his own, except for a strange affinity with empiness. he create can an entropic vaccuum within himself to absorb the abilities of others, although those of light, holiness, and healing are anathema to him. he also has a will over poisons and diseases that he is barely learning to control effectively.
likes: life
dislikes: the living
Quote #1: describe to me how it feels, as I take your life away. Tell me what it means to die, and I shall savor your hate of me. Tell me what it meant to live, and I might kill you faster.
Quote #2: Someone once hypothosized that I cannot be killed until the day I am born into true flesh. One day, I will know what it is like, that sweet succor of death. I will taste it even if I have to kill every one of you incessently whiney idiots to get it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 7:10 am
Name: True name unknown. Called Woodrose.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown. Seems to have been around for quite a while. Looks about mid-twenties.
Race: Fair Folk. Ganconer, specifically.
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: I don't believe anyone's ever found out.
Hair: The colour of deepest pitch. Completely wild, it reaches down to his ankles, twisting it's way into strange patterns at the slightest breeze.
Eyes: Pure black, like an abyss. One could easily get lost in those eyes. In his true form, one can not see the whites of his eyes, thus making the effect quite profound.
Skin: Rather pale, but not pale enough to appear unattractive. It looks almost as if it glows.
Ethnic Group: Unknown. He has the slightest hint of a British accent, if that gives any idea.
Clothing Style: He always tries to be at the hight of fashion whatever the era he's in. He usually wears a rather interesting combination of tight and flowing things, and for some reason he always wears a vest.
Personality: Wild and unpredictable. He could be happy and laughing one minute, and in a huge rage or bursting into tears the next. He always has an air of mysterious attractiveness to him, however.
Occupation: Traveler.
Bio: If you befriend him, you might get bits and pieces, though the whole thing is known to him and him alone.
Likes: People not asking him too many questions, he prefers to remain a mystery. Also likes assorted debauchery, mainly smoking and picking up girls. There is a reason for the latter, of course.
Dislikes: Nosy people who try to delve into his past. Also those people who try to talior his future to their ideals, and constantly pester him to do things such as give up smoking.
Piercings: One gold hoop in his left ear.
Quote: "You don't need to know that, do you?"
Quote 2: "You can call me.... Woodrose."
Quote 3: "Not a girl!"
Other/Extra Stuff: He's almost always dating someone, though the relationships don't last long because the girls seem to always end up mysteriously dead.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 9:17 pm
NAME. amandiel
GENDER. male
AGE. 22
RACE. halfbreed human/fox demon (( i dont have the ears or tail yet for my avi))
HT. 6.1
WT. 178
HAIR. purple med. short (( like my avi))
EYES. deep blue
SKIN. tanish white color soft and smooth (( but not like a girls skin))
ETHNIC GROUP. has a minor english accent but mostly grew up with fox demons
CLOTHING STYLE. likes long coat's and leather pants, the color's red purple and black and almost anything that is tight to his skin to show off alittle muscle.
PERSONALITY. is verry kind and sweet to every one and has a good out look on life but dont underestamate him because of his smile. his swordplay and speed are a match to be reckoned with
OCCUPATION. amandiel is a vagabond with no home and no stable income so he is happy to help or lend his skill to any good person in need ((for a small price of corse))
WEAPIONS. a long sword with his deceased son's name engraved on the hilt and a dagger that his son gave him for his birthday.
BIO. amandiel was an orphen brought to the fox demons by the humans that did not accept him. the foxes of the forest raised him and tought him how to hunt, cook , swim and other various things that he would need to survive. when he became of age he was to choose a mate and a human girl named kiara was just the girl he had his eye on. thay fell madly in love and had a beautiful son named zander.
the father of kiara hated the half breed and his son zander so much that he killed kiara and zander in there sleep. amandiel found out what had happend and took his revenge in bloodshed. after that he desided that he should leave the fox demons and set on his own journy to find his peace once more.
LIKES. music, warm baths, hot food, soft bed's, getting his head pet, making people smile, the color purple, raspberries and beautiful women
DISLIKES. being in a bad mood, moldy food, craby people, cute looking monsters that are relly mean and deadly, fighting unarmed soldiers, being lied to, killng for no good reasion and killing fox demons
QUOTE 1: if its a fight you want then this blade will be the last you ever cross
QUOTE 2: every thing taste better with raspberries
QUOTE 3: well yea ill help if you promise to fill my stomach
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 8:07 pm
Name: Jhurin Shoutha Al'Draik. His friends call him Jhun.
Gender: Male.
Age: Eternally looks 24, is actually 373.
Birthdate: August 24th, 1630.
Race: J'tean Demon/Angel halfbreed.
Race Cont.: J'tean males (such as Jhun) have a gray slash on each cheek, reaching from cheekbone to jawline. Much like a birthmark. All J'teans also have large feathered wings. Jhun's total wingspan is approximately twenty-five feet.
Height: 6' 10"
Weight: 240 lbs.
Hair: Black, reaching down past his waist in a long braid. Indigo bangs frame eager eyes.
Eyes: Instead of white, his eyes are a pleasant seafoam. His irises and pupil are the color of the afternoon sky.
Skin: A dark, exotic tan. Almost like he lived his entire three and a half centuries in the tropics.
Ethnic Group: Who knows? He's kind of his own species.
Clothing Style: He rarely wears a shirt, seeing a need to always have his wings unburdened. Who knows when you'll need to fly?
Personality: Originally a kind, gentle soul, his past experiences have hardened him. He is extremely predjudiced against Angels, Demons, and their familiars, along with Vampires.
Occupation: Trainer of the Elements, and Mercenary.
Bio:Jhurin Shoutha Al'Draik has seen many a thing in his lifetime. Through 273 years, he has been the leader of a very powerful guild of Elementals, a slave, and a king. Born into a royal family, his mother was a demon, and his father was the ruler of the land of Triscetta, a misty, peaceful place. His mother, father, and twin sister murdered before his very eyes at the hand of an angel, he swore revenge. Now, after several deaths, he remains on the living realm as a demon-angel halfbreed, working odd jobs. He currently works as a mercenary, though longs to train others in the ways of the Elements.
Likes: His privacy, a deep conversation, a nice walk, and a quick learner.
Dislikes: Angels, Demons, Vampires, Familiars, or other Celestial beings of any kind.
Piercings: Bright blue hoop in each ear.
Quote: "The name's Al'Draik."
Quote 2: "Ugh, pathetic fools."
Quote 3: "Now is NOT the time!"
Other/Extra Stuff: He can be very sarcastic and malicious, especially towards Angels. He is a lover of animals of all types. He also has a massive fortune stockpiled in various caches from his lifetime of work, and spends very little of it. He is very frugal.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 11:17 am
Name: Rhianna Stone
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Vampire - Half elf
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 102lbs
Hair: Shoulder length, black, shiny, layered, straight, flips at the end.
Eyes: Deep red, sometimes change with her mood, eyelids almost always coated in shimmering black eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara are added as well.
Skin: Pale, sensitive to light, a few birthmarks scattered along her body as well as a few scars from her past.
Clothing Style: Mostly dark colors, along with various styles of either oversized baggy pants or skin-tight jeans. Her pants are almost always adorned with many different sized silver chains. She usually wears a pair of black street sneakers or a pair of high-heeled tie up boots that go most of the way up her calf that she hides her dagger in. Her tops are either short tanktops, showing most of her toned midriff, or long sleeved and cover a bit of her belt line of her pants. She wears many bangle bracelets up both arms as well as two different sized cross necklaces, mainly made of silver.
Personality: Quiet and to herself most of the time, but kind. She has a lot of guilt and things that happened in her past that keeps her aloof from most but she's always looking for friends, and most of all, someone to love.
Occupation: None at the moment, just wandering. But she does want to pursue a career in singing.
Bio: Had a normal childhood, with siblings and a somewhat large family. They were middle class, but no one minded it too much. Her mother was half elf and her father human, therefore she aquired some of her mother's healing ablities. One day, a clan of vampires invaded their villages of her country and war broke out. Most families were massacred and if they weren't, they were turned and forced to live with the clan. Rhia was one of the few captured and turned. She learned fire magic while living with the clan for a few years but recently was released to try to make a life of her own and carry on the clan with a grudge and a chip on her shoulder.
Likes: Tea, love, sleeping, calmness, silence, tranquility
Dislikes: Fighting, war, people who make her paranoid, wandering upon new places
Piercings: Nose, eyebrow, bottom lip, naval, 3 in each ear and 2 in the cartilege in her left ear
Tattoos: Celtic symbol on her right shoulder blade and a bleeding rose on her left bicep
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 12:49 pm
Name: Xedrethor Heartless
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown. Looks like he is in his mid-twenty's.
Race: Elven
Height: 6'2
Weight: About 10 stone.
Hair: Bright white.
Eyes: Ocean Blue.
Skin: Slightly tanned, excluding the battle scars on his arms and chest which will never get any different color than his natural pale skin color.
Ethnic Group: Unknown
Clothing Style: Usually wearing black clothing, with two heavy chains on his from the upper left to the lower right and vice versa. Also prefers baggy clothing or army gear. Always wearing two combat gauntlets on his muscular arms, as well as a engraved silver ring on his left hand. Occasionly wearing his army clothing, he is always wearing his army boots.
Personality: Usually calm although some find it emotionless, coldhearted, but still friendly to those close to and around him. He isn't the talkative type, but does like to have decent conversations.
Occupation: Mercenary. Often kills for money as well as serving as a travel compagnion or as an one man escort.
Weapons:
-One large blade engraved with elvish words. Socketed with a blood red ruby just above the hilth. Found on his back in a handmade scabbard. This is the weapon he uses most.
-Two small wakizashi's strapped to his legs. Used for quick assassinations.
-A katana with a strange black blade, strapped to his back next to his other blade. Used for close combat as well as in times or war.
-A medium sized shield with a roaring lion head on it. A powerful but light shield used for heavy combat.
Bio: Born in a peaceful elven village hidden deep within a great forest, he was blessed with a high class family and a large mansion. Everything seemed perfect, until that dreaded day which he even now does not like to talk about. A group of bandits raided the village, killing everyone except for him as he was hiden underneath the floor. He owes his life to his older brother for he was the one who threw him in and locked the hatch. After suffering alone for days he was finally able to break the lock and escape his own prison. Devastated by the ravage and chaos in his village, crushed by the loss of family and friends, he took the last remaining weapon from the blacksmith and ran into the forest with tears of pain running down his cheek. After training for centuries he became a mercenary to help any kind of race on their travels as well as protecting towns and villages. He swore he would never let anyone feel the pain he felt. And now, still traumatised by that terrible slaughter, he keeps pretty much to himself and seems to be heartless.
Likes: Interesting conversations, travelling, war, money.
Dislikes: Endless wars, selfish means to start any type of battle, useless slaughter, arrogance.
Quote: "Whatever.."
Quote 2: "How boring!"
Quote 3: "...Fine."
Other Stuff: None.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:03 pm
Name: Tari Kikiro
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Human mage
Height: 5'
Weight: 89
Hair: Rather feathery and thin, Aki's hair is cropped messily at her chin but for a small, thin braid left to trail down her back. It is of a peculiar shade reminiscent of seafoam. Her bangs often hang in her eyes, which irritates her greatly.
Eyes: Dark jade, her eyes seem almost too large for her face: bird's eyes, many say. Indeed, they do carry a glint that makes her appear for all the world like an inquisitive sparrow.
Skin: Her skin tone is neither very dark nor very light, but somewhere in the middle.
Ethnic Group: Unknown, though her voice carries a strange, lilting accent.
Clothing Style: One word: grey. She has developed an odd liking for the color, and it shows in her wardrobe. You will never see her without a rather tattered beret perched atop her head, and she is often seen wearing an oversized trenchcoat. The remainder of her attire usually consists of anything grey.
Personality: Quirky. Very quirky. It seems that over the years she has lost a small chunk of her sanity. To many, she seems "out of it", though that is hardly the case. Despite her peculiarities, she gets her various jobs done with almost mechanical efficiency. However, she also has a hidden reserve of loyalty and compassion. She enjoys a good joke, and will not hesitate to strike up a conversation.
Occupation: Anything fate happens to throw her way, mainly anything along the lines of mercenary or guard.
Bio: The young ice-mage grew up in a town ridden with renegade mages. Orphaned as a child, she was taken in by her grandmother, who taught her the necessities of spell-weaving. After her grandmother's death, Tari became a bit of a jack-of-all-trades.
Likes: Jokes, sarcasm, and a good book.
Dislikes: Thieves, idiocy, and having to wake up early.
Quote: "Next time y' try t' pick-pocket someone, make sure she doesn't have 'er hands in 'er pockets, 'kay?"
Quote 2: "Y' can never be too careful, y'know."
Quote 3: "'S what y' get fer sittin' on me."
Other/Extra Stuff: She carries many knives on her person, from throwing knives to kitchen knives.
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