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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:03 pm
Characters Of Dark Classic   
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:08 pm
Name: Alder Shaledurath (All-der Sh-ale-dr-aw-th)
Nickname: Shale
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 194
Worships: Indara
Element: Fire
Alignment: Neutral
Combat Skills: Dual Hand Scythes, Magic
Weakness: His own power…
Friends: Ralja
Enemies: None (at the moment)
Theme song: Enemy by Drowning Pool
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Personality: Shale is a very shy person, so few people will ever know what he's really like. Many people have lived longer than him, true, but he's lived a life longer than his years, and it's scared him in all ways, physically, mentally, and emotionally. As such, he has very little active emotion within him, making him just that more dangerous. In truth, deep within his mind, all his emotions are building up, like blowing up a balloon; woe betide any who are near when he explodes...
History:
A long time ago, before becoming Shale, Alder was a very different person than now; a kind and friendly person dedicated to protecting his family and friends. He was descended from a line of knights, and as such bore his family crest and colors with pride. He served both his family and and town, till one fateful event.
The head of his family, his great-uncle Anlath came to him bearing bad news: the town had turned on them, and mobilized against them! Alder could barely believe his ears, but understood his duty and suited up and headed out to meet the enemy. There were only a few knights against many from the town, but the townspeople sent were unskilled and were quickly slain. Alder had killed before when necessary, but never until then had it bothered him so.
Later, after the attackers had been defeated and the town occupied, Alder paced the halls, trying to rationalize the necessity of what happened with himself, when he heard chatting from behind a door. His curiosity overcoming him, he leaned in and listened. Two voices were discussing some kind of plan involving the town. After they left using another entrance, Alder slipped in and looked about. Upon the table were plans and diagrams, and a contract. He read the contract, and dropped it before even finishing it. The knights had started it.
They had previously sent men to attack innocent villagers, and when the village retaliated, they crushed them. After cleaning out the village, they were going to sell the land to a group of corrupt merchants for a healthy sum. Alder backed away from the table as if it were diseased, and suddenly his great-uncle and a merchant representative stepped into the room. Without a word, Anlath leaped at him, sword drawn. Alder parried the blow with an armored glove and decked Anlath, sending him crashing through the table. Without a moment's delay, he drew his sword and drove it into his great-uncle's chest hard enough to sink the blade into the floor. The little merchant bolted from the room, screaming of murder, and men quickly came to the room.
When the first attacked, Alder met the man's blade with a surge of rage and threw him back. Fe felt the anger coursing through him, filling him with strength and heat. it reached his hands, and flame erupted from them, spiraling up his sword. He sliced through the other men like butter, and ran out into the hall. The rest became an absolute blur to him, and when he came to his senses, the area was drenched in blood and scorches, and bodies were everywhere. He dropped his sword, fell to his knees, and screamed, expressing all his sorrow, anger, and pain.
He had killed everyone.
Stripping himself of the knight's armor and sword, he gathered a plain sword, armor, and provisions, and left.
While walking through a city, he was attacked by a group of mysterious warriors. He fought, and was winning until they started using strange powers, reminiscent of his own. He was almost killed, but he felt the anger surge in him again, and flames burst out from him. A woman stepped out of the darkness, clapping.
She introduced herself as Ralja, and told Alder she could help him gain some control of his powers. Alder agreed.
Taking a new name, Shale quickly rose among the ranks. He was used to take out entire organizations, and was one of the best...and most notorious. Rumors and tales spread of a man who wasn't a man, a man who was a living storm, blowing through in a flurry of blade and fire, leaving few or none alive. He does his job and leaves, just to go to the next. This is his life. This is his destiny.
And this is him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:34 pm
Name: Ralja Démora (Rall-ja Day-more-ah)
Nickname: Ralja
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: 286
Worships: Indara
Element: Water
Alignment: Neutral
Combat Skills: Magic, Healing Magic
Weakness:
Friends: Shaledurath
Enemies: None (at the moment)
Theme song: Monster by: Meg & Dia
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Personality: Ralja is normally is very calm and childish, even when angry, which is sometimes more frightening than if she had screamed at you. She is very unpredictable, though one thing is always certain, she always gets her revenge. It is much better to stay on her good side, for though she is pretty young, she has great power, and rarely shows it to keep her enemies guessing. Ralja is usually very quiet, though when she wants her voice heard, you can be sure it will be. It takes a lot to really get her angry, but when she is she explodes like a previously dormant volcano.
History:
Raised only by the love of her mother, her father was much more interested in his clan, considering he was the leader of it. The Akane Kasume Clan, or "The Dark Red Mist" Clan, known for their skills in water bending, and how they leave their victims soaked in both water, and blood.
On the day of their anniversary, they decided to have a little fun, her daddy promising the boys a special treat. Ralja and her mother were making dinner in their small, but cozy house, with a deck in the back. Her father was eyeing the both of them eerily as he sat at the table, though Ralja turned away and ignored it.
By the time supper was almost ready, her father abruptly stood from the table, taking her mother by the hair and whispering something in her ear, Ralja backing away from the two, her eyes widening when she noticed blood dripping to the floor. A knife was shoved into her back, her father the cause of it.
To think that her own father would take away the only thing Ralja had, it was terrible. Watching her mother drop to the floor, dying, she shook her head, trembling in fear, turning to run away, her father catching her in her attempt.
"Nuh ah, ah. I have a special use for you, my dear... Come Here! ! !" He yelled, pushing her down to the floor, ripping off her bottoms, and tying her ankles, and mouth. As for her wrists, she was fighting his grip, his strength overpowering her, and breaking one of her arms. He was treating her like a prisoner he never knew, nor cared for. His eyes. . . the glare that laughed at her fear, loving every bit of it. He picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder, taking her to the clan hideout, throwing her on the floor.
"Here yah go, Boys. Happy Anniversary." And to that, he stared down at his trembling little girl, her eyes swollen with tears, her broken arm, and her bare legs. . . That night was the most horrific night of her entire life, getting raped twice by each member of the clan. By the time they were done with her, she was barely conscious, and useless to them. Though feeling the way she did now, she only wished her father killed her at home with her mother. But he had other plans, perfect to just make her suffer more.
She didn't want to do anything but cry, though she didn't, after getting raped, she didn't cry, she didn't even winch, enduring enough pain to make her numb. Since the hideout was located near the docks, there was enough water around the building to cover up their terrible crime. Two of the men took her to the edge of one of the decks connected to the building. They simply gave her an ugly glance, and tossed her into the water to drown. Feeling too numb to fight it, she accepted her dead, only wishing to be with her mother. . . Then things went black. . .
Though, she opened her eyes again, breathing. . . breathing in water, and not drowning. She felt a tingling feeling within her arms, her fingers twitching. The water twirled through the knots in her ties, releasing her from her captivity. Now that she was free, she stayed there for a while, thinking about the horror she had just been through that whole night, and all of it what her fathers fault. . . No longer would this happen, and the anniversary would be the end of the whole damned clan!
In her anger, the water surrounding her spun as she shot up, her eyes fogged and glowing, her fury easily showing. While water flowed beneath her, keeping her up, she twirled her arms, to make the waves follow her, men rushing out on the docks, yelling in confusion. She gave one insane smile as she saw her fathers fear, and ended everything in one wave, crushing everyone. After wards, dropping back into the water, washing up on the beach not too far away, feeling almost dead. . .
Though before dawn, she pushed herself up, limping and making her way into her small town, though she was too tired to get back home, dropping herself into a small ally, her arm still broken, and her legs raw. . . Though that pain was nothing compared to the ache from her heart. . .
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 7:58 pm
Name: Nanami Savage
Nickname: Nana
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: 147
Worships: Nature Spirit
Element: Nature
Alignment: Neutral
Combat Skills: Dual-Swords, Hand-to-Hand Combat.
Weakness: Her overly nice personality.
Friends: Elric
Enemies: No one, She is friends with everyone she meets. . .
Theme song: The Voice by: Celtic Woman
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Personality:
Nanami has a very overly trustworthy attitude to everyone. No matter how they treat her in return. She isn’t obnoxious nor is she loud in any other way. Which makes her a good listener and wonderful friend. Even if you drag her thru the dirt she will always be a shoulder for you to cry on. . .
History:
Nanami was part of a wealthy family. When she turned 18 she had an arranged marriage to Elric, a friend and business partner to her father. Together the two have traveled everywhere, mostly because she has to. . . Elric seems cold and heartless when around the company of others. . . Unlike him he is less apt to trust others. . .
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:24 pm
Name: Elric Savage
Nickname: El
Gender: Male
Race: Elf/Dark Elf
Age: 257
Worships: Malcath & Indara
Element: Light
Alignment: Neutral
Combat Skills: Sword fighting, Hand-to-Hand Combat
Weakness: Pride
Friends: Nanami
Enemies: None so far
Theme song: Cold by: Crossfade
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Personality:
His personality is fairly split and usually hard to read. His anger and pride holds him most of the time, to leave him cold hearted and careless for others, though he turns soft toward some, women whom are either in any sort of grave danger or look like his mother, and then children. But the only one to see his softer side is Nanami.
History:
He was raised by his mother, an Elf, while his Dark Elf father had left her with the child. At the age of 8, his mother was attacked by the towns top clan, Dalega. Tortured in her own home, and left to die. Elric had found her, close to death an bleeding, coming home from his grandfathers. His mother died in his arms, and from this experience, he travels with a weakness for women in danger. . .
He grew without parents, without love, until. . .
In a secluded village he found hope for his changes, a man of high rank took him under his wing and trained him in the arts of business and swordsmanship. Since Elric was so well at what he did and helped the mans wealth grow, he gave her his youngest daughter as a gift. . .
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