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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:23 pm
Scarlett Pallas
Ralja Démora
Alder Shaledurath
Hope Pallas
Elicia Malice
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:46 pm
Name:
Alder Shaledurath (All-der Sh-ale-dr-aw-th)
Nickname:
Shale
Gender:
Male
Race:
Dark Elf
Age:
83
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
Picture:
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: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:13 pm
Name:
Ralja Démora (Rall-ja Day-more-ah)
Nickname:
Ralja, Ra-ra (Shale only)
Gender:
Female
Race:
Elf
Age:
154
Worships:
Indara
Element:
Water
Alignment:
Neutral
Combat Skills:
Magic, Healing Magic
Weakness:
Untrustworthiness
Friends:
Shaledurath
Enemies:
None (at the moment)
Theme song:
Monster by: Meg & Dia
Picture:
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: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:25 pm
Name:
Elicia Malice (e-LISH-a)
Nickname:
“Eli”
Gender:
Female
Race:
Elf
Age:
75
Who they worship:
Indara
Element:
Wind
Alignment:
Neutral
Main Combat Skill:
Dual-Swords
Two thin bladed and near indestructible katanas, one that is 6½ ft long and the other is only 3ft.
Sub Combat Skills:
Healing Magic
Magic
Weakness(es):
Friends:
None
Enemies:
Picture:
Theme song:
Walking On Air by Kerli
Personality:
She’s more for resolving with words, rather than with fists. But if the circumstances require it, she will fight, and she’s good at it too. She’s unusually open, even with strangers, and she’s always eager to make a new friend. Elicia is a smart and powerful sorceress. Obedient to no one, and fears nothing, not even death its self and will go to great lengths for revenge or to protect others around her, even if it were to cost her, her own life.
History:
Elicia’s mother was a loyal sorceress of a king, and had an affair with a vassal in the castle. Unfortunately there was a war between kingdoms, and her mother died defending the Kingdom when she was only three months old. Both her parents had agreed long before to keep Elicia a secret from the kingdom. Neither of them wanted any word of their affair getting out. So, immediately after hearing of her mother’s death, her father took Elicia to the Human Kingdom.
Elicia knew almost nothing of her past except that she was found at the edge of the kingdom when she was a few months old. Dakarai and Pandora Garreth, merchants of the Human Realm, found her at the edge of their farm. She was raised by them, and in shadow of their older daughter Phaedra, and their younger son Genaro.
Throughout her childhood, there had always been something different and rather peculiar about her. She often found herself alone, either sitting in her room by her favorite window, or sitting outside in the fields. Those were the places that gave her the most comfort and tranquility for her to think. She loved to feel the wind tousle her hair, and the tall grass blow about her. There was something about the cool breeze of a summer’s night, or the crisp air in the winter snow that made her feel more at home than she had ever felt at the Garreth’s. For some odd reason, it had never occurred to her to call the Garreth’s house her own. It had never seemed to her as if Pandora or Dakarai were anything like a mother or father. To her, it seemed more as if they were an aunt and uncle, and that their house was more like a temporary place to stay until she would find her real family. Pandora was always pestering her about how she needed to make friends at one point or another, and that it wasn’t going to do her any good to be anti-social for the rest of her life. But honestly, she never had fit in anywhere in the Human Realm.
Like always, Pandora and Dakarai were out late at the bar, and Phaedra was over at a friend’s house. And like all other times, Elicia was stuck at home babysitting Genaro. It wasn’t that she minded babysitting Genaro. In fact, it made her feel as if she actually had a friend. Genaro, being only 6 years old at the time, understood Elicia completely. He was the only one in the house who listened to what she had to say, and even gave his input on some things (although this wasn’t very useful, considering the logic of a 6 year old). No, it wasn’t the babysitting that upset her. It was the late late nights that the Garreth’s spent out dancing and getting drunk off their asses. To the point where they are both stumbling into the house, yelling and fighting, waking poor Genaro up in the process. This is what really angered Elicia about these nights. And tonight, they came home, already into a full blown-fight.
It wasn’t very often that Dakarai hit Pandora in their drunken fights, but when he did, he didn’t stop at just one hit. He beat her to practically a pulp, and the last night this happened they had to call in a doctor. Elicia wasn’t going to let this happen again. Not tonight. They came in hollering and screaming at the top of their lungs, crashing in to furniture, throwing vases, and swearing up a storm. Genaro woke up and started screaming, and Elicia who was sitting in her room, had rushed over to him and was trying to comfort him while blocking out the noise. She could hear from downstairs that it was getting to be pretty brutal, and although she didn’t usually have much sympathy for Pandora, the sound of her wounded cries put a certain spell over Elicia tonight. She had to put a stop to this.
She rushed downstairs to find Pandora laying on the kitchen floor unconscious, and Dakarai standing above her, panting with exhaustion. As she approached him she could smell the dense odor of alcohol mixed with sweat and blood. The smell had filled her nostrils, and was enough to sting her throat. He turned towards her, staggering to gain his balance.
“What are you doing up, little lady?” he said with great difficulty, and he pushed her with his arm.
She stumbled back, terrified at the sight of this man, a side of Dakarai she had never seen before. She tried getting back up, but he pushed her down again. He put his arm up as though he was about to strike her, but something within Elicia rose up and burst out of her, knocking the strength and balance he had from him. He flew into the back shelf with great force, and he was out cold. She stood above him, greatly surprised at her own strength, she had barely lifted a finger. Once she realized that when he woke up, he could possibly remember what had happened, she ran out into the night.
Although she could see no end to the field that lay before her feet, she kept running at full speed. She needed desperately to escape; to somewhere that she fit in, somewhere that she could call home, she could not stay here. Soon her burst of adrenaline wore off, and she collapsed in a sea of tears. Laying there on the cold ground, she felt the wind pick up around her. She looked up to see a strange black silhouette standing before her…
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 6:10 pm
Name:
Scarlett Pallas (PAL-əs)
Nickname:
Lettie
Gender:
Female
Race:
Dark Elf
Age:
25
Who they worship:
Fire Spirit
Element:
Fire
Alignment:
Neutral
Main Combat Skill:
Axe Fighting
(although you may want to avoid frying pans and other cooking utensils)
Sub Combat Skills:
Quick Feet
Sharp Eyes
Weakness(es):
Friends:
Her brother Hope
Elicia Malice
Enemies:
Picture:
Theme song:
Personality:
Lettie is a cute fun loving girl with a sweet disposition, but like the flip of a coin she can change her mood. Her fiery anger is something to beware! She is motherly to everyone, and loves to cook and its rather therapeutic for her, just careful that she doesn’t hit you with a hot pan!
History:
Scarlett and Hope have lived in the capital city there entire life. They own a Bed & Breakfast, but Scarlett is the main owner. She hasn't ever really left the city. If they ever needed anything beyond the city limits Hope goes and gets it. Lettie doesn't mind, she loves the people and taking care of them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 6:12 pm
Name:
Hope Pallas (PAL-əs)
Nickname:
Palles
Gender:
Male
Race:
Dark Elf
Age:
75
Who they worship:
Darkness Spirit
Element:
Darkness
Alignment:
Neutral
Main Combat Skill:
Scythe
Sub Combat Skills:
Healing Magic
Hand-to-Hand Combat
Weakness(es):
Friends:
His little sister Scarlett
Elicia
Enemies:
Picture:
Theme song:
Over by Evans Blue
Personality:
Hope is alot quieter than his sister and as alot of people, "The calm before the storm." He likes to be alone more so he travels alot. The dark mysterious type outlook fits him like a glove.
History:
They bought the B&B when Scarlett was 10. Both of there parents had passed by the time she was 6 and her outgoing personality died along with them. He had hoped that it would bring her back to her normal self, and it worked well. So he kept it. They kept it...
Since someone had to stay at the B&B at all times Scarlett decided to stay wile he traveled. He goes anywhere he pleases aslong as he makes it back in the time that Scarlett alows before she explodes.
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