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PostPosted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 10:03 pm


As a fair warning, I've got no pictures, for I usually don't base characters off of pictures I find. :/ They come from my head, but I promise you, I'll supply a descriptive enough appearance to where you'll get a decent picture of her in your head! AHHA!!!

Name: Known most often as The Apprentice, for reasons forgotten or unknown. Her true name remains a mystery, and at times it almost seems as though she doesn't know herself. People close enough to her call her Puppy for lack of something more solid to address her by.

Gender: (as should be obvious by now) Female.

Age: It is unknown, but her appearance gives the impression of a young woman in her late teens; nineteen, perhaps.

Origin: Of course, she never sprung up from the ground, or dropped out of the sky at the beginning of time. She was born and raised by her family in a quaint town in southern Scotland. She left her hometown at an early age, though, seeking adventure and knowledge, and to progress in her talents. Thus she found the Forest and came to reside.

Appearance: She is a girl of an athletic build, though short in stature. Her hair, which is always kept in a high ponytail, is a shade of black, the tips fading to an irredescent shade that changes in the lighting. When let down on rare occassion, her hair reaches to her shoulder blades. Hazel, the color of worn grass and dirt, is the shade her eyes are blessed with. Due to a life in the forest, her skin has taken on a healthy, sunkissed tan complexion. For comfort, she wears regular shorts, usually a dark color, and a softer colored shirt. During the winter she'll wear a light jacket, or a heavy coat, depending on the temperature. Oftentimes, she'll go about barefoot, unless it's recently snowed.

Apprentice of What?: It can be debated, but hints would suggest that she studies Nature in general, learning how things work in sync with everything else. She is also frequently spotted sitting somewhere with a leatherbound book and a writing utensil, sketching whatever is in front of her, or taking notes of some kind.

Emergencies Only: For personal self defense, she carries with her a katana, keeping it sheathed at her hip. With nearly nothing else to occupy some of her time with, she takes on studying magical tomes, learning a few spells to use when the need arises. From this, she can cast a few basic healing spells, including a cure for weak poisons. For defensive purposes, she can create a shield around herself, and occassionally around someone else under the right circumstances. On the offensive, she generally avoids fire-type spells, seeing as how they are far too destructive in the wooded land. But due to the abundance in plantlife, she studies on how to use the flora about her to her advantage. This line of magic is constantly being studied and improved by her.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:08 pm


Name: Maroon Bankes (pronounced Banks). Whether it's his true name or merely an alias is left for discussion.

Gender: Male

Age: He keeps his true age a secret (25), though by appearance he is known to be in his mid-twenties.

Origin: No one knows, and he tends not to talk about it much. However, I know, and I'll talk about it. He was born and raised on a farm in an extremely rural area. His siblings were all older than him, yet they all helped out where they could. His father died in a tractor accident when he was fifteen (his two siblings already getting into their twenties), and his mother followed soon after from a grieving heart. Both siblings married off and left the farm, selling it to a wealthy landowner who had no intention to keep up with the farm's land, except to build something bigger, something "better". This angered Maroon, to see his siblings care so little about their family's past to get rid of something that precious to them. He, at first, was left to live with his oldest brother and his wife, though as soon as he hit 18, he left and got himself a job and a small living place. His job brought him up to be a skilled mercenary, where his employer would take contracts from clients and give them to him, paying him to do whatever 'dirty work' they may have asked for. This line of work takes him all over the place, doing things from assassinating political powers in small countries, to gathering herbs in hard-to-reach places for elders practicing ritualistic crafts.

Appearance: Considered a strapping young gentleman by several of the elder women that see him, Maroon has an almost rugged appearance. He is tall, nearing 6 feet 4 inches, and solidly built. Not built like a weight trainer, but with compact, strong muscles that seem to ripple with every motion. His skin is a healthy bronze due to all his time spent in the sun back on the farm, and now in his particular field of work. He has deep blue eyes, usually emotionless, except when confronted by an extreme emotion (happiness, lust, anger, sorrow). His chocolate brown hair is kept short, off of his neck, and out of his eyes, though long enough to style in nifty spikes when his head isn't adorned by a cowboy hat. He keeps his rugged look by not growing a beard or mustache, but allowing that sexy stubble to always be present. He wears a light tan, leather duster and a plain white tee-shirt. He always wears blue jeans, his favorite pair being a pair that acquired a long rip on the left leg, from knee to crotch. He stitched it up, of course, for he didn't want everyone to see his undies (boxers!). But because of this patched-up-ness, the pair fits him the best, and he loves them. Plain socks, and a pair of... no, not cowboy boots. Hiking boots.

Occupation: Mercenary, muscle for hire, forager, hunter (you name it, he does it.)

Equipment: Keeps with him a napsack of basic supplies (food, water, money, bandages, ammunition). He carries a shotgun for heavy-duty stuff, a pistol for smaller jobs, and because of personal preference and reverence towards his father, a thick-bladed sword that he keeps strapped across his back. His shotgun hangs comfortably in a holster at his hip, while his pistol rests in a holster attached to the inside of his duster.

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PostPosted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 10:26 am


Name: Moe

Age: Unknown, unnecessary.

Race: A flop-eared rabbit.

Appearance: A little.. black bunny with a white splotch on his left ear.
As a human, he looks about 20 years old, and he's built like a track runner, due to being a rabbit. He has black hair, dark tan skin, and a white hoop earring dangling in his left ear. He wears just normal, casual clothes, easy to move around in, and not too baggy to take up too much concentration when shape shifting.

Abilities: Only temporary shape shifting. Nothing major, only able to turn into a human for a short period of time. When in his normal form, he communicates (sometimes), though telepathy. Only when he feels like it.

Other Info: He's Kail's pet and companion. He travels with him, keeps him company, and sometimes imparts wisdom from his little bunny brain. (Aww, how cute!)
PostPosted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 3:55 pm


Name: Tarsin

Age: (Human Years) 20

Race: Forest Dragon

Appearance: Thick frame, built almost like a hyena, with dominate forelegs and shoulders. His neck is muscled and not as long as most serpentine dragons. His body is covered with a layer of silver scales that have a metallic sheen in the sunlight. Framing his head, sprouting just behind his deer-like ears and ram-style horns, is a mane of dull gray fur, barely striped with black. His eyes are a dark, piercing amethyst, and seem to brighten or darken with his mood. Along his back are ridges of spines, curving in the same direction as his body, and then three spikes near the tip, each one longer than the other. (Think the Cingular/AT&T bars! Int he opposite direction! The spikes goooo.. like this: Say he's facing the left, and his whole body is aligned with his head. The spikes would be longest first, then the middle, then the shortest. Then the tip of his tail.)

Abilities: He's very stealthy, due to being a natural predator of the forest. Even for his size, he can hunt like a great cat. He can't breath any special breath, not even fire, and can't hear the forest talk or anything like that. He just goes about his business, toying with his prey, and sometimes stalking others when he feels like it.

Other Info.: Tarsin is a dragon born without wings. He just doesn't have them. His parents, and their parents, gradually evolved to no longer have wings, because their habitat did not require them for survival. It happens.

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