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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 4:16 pm
viva's l i t t l e joys
___________________________________________________ o1. Astarte Naunet Hatshepsut;
{ Mage | Kes'sarria | Starter Tier | Widowed }
o2. Fynn Clyde Dace;
{ Assassin | Hysu'lae | Second Tier | Single }
o3. Jocelyn: Princess of Wistera;
{ Royal | Wistera| Special | Married }
o4. Seti Menes Radamn;
{ Cleric | Kes'sarria | First Tier | Single }
o5. Darius: Sterling Hayes;
{ Knight | Wistera | Second Tier | Engaged } Wistera: 2 Ke'sarria: 2 Hysu'lae: 1
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 4:31 pm
• basic characteristicslolomgwtfbbgname; Astarte Naunet Hatshepsutlolomgwtfbbgage; Twentylolomgwtfbbggender; Femalelolomgwtfbbgcountry; Kes'sarrialolomgwtfbbgclass; Magelolomgwtfbbglevel; Starter Tierlolomgwtfbbgoccupation; A seamstress in a nice little shop in the Market called 'Hotep', after the family name of the owner.lolomgwtfbbgreligion; ----• external featureslolomgwtfbbgheight; 5'7"lolomgwtfbbghair color; Brown-Blacklolomgwtfbbgeye color; Light Greenlolomgwtfbbgoverall appearance; Astarte is a very lean, light skinned girl, with mid-back black-brown hair and light, sparkling green eyes. Overall, she's a fairly attractive young woman. She wears common clothing, a white linen, draped and fitted dress, a golden, decorated scarf tied at the hip. Normal leather sandals that have strings tied up her calf protect her feet from the hot sand of her home country. She doesn't care much for jewelry or decoration, but on occasion might wear a pair of golden bracelets or perhaps a pretty little pendant.lolomgwtfbbqweapon; A staff and a nice variety of elemental scrolls stashed away.• internal featureslolomgwtfbbgrelationship status; Widowedlolomgwtfbbgpersonality; The first thing that pops into everyone’s head when they think of the girl Astarte, is that she’s as mature as can be for a mere twenty-year-old. Circumstances she’s been dragged through relentlessly in her life forced her to be so; mature, levelheaded, and responsible. In her dealings with others, she’s always described as serene. Kind, and sweet, unable to think badly of others, despite if they really care rotten to the core. Astarte’s respectful to her elders, no matter if they’re fifty years older than her, or just by one year, she shows them complete and utter politeness.
Quiet is another way to describe her. She’s not the one barging into others affairs. Not the one bowing in the spotlight. She prefers to be in the background, not noticed and left alone by others. She doesn’t like charity and would rather work through things on her own, causing her to almost never approach even the dearest of friends for help. Astarte’s unique in the way she doesn’t relentlessly follow the fashions, and is wooed by attractive men. She’s hardly fazed by many things anymore, but there are things out there that will make her smile like no other can. lolomgwtfbbghistory; Born and raised in the very city she resides in currently, Lue'er, the capital of Kes'sarria has always been Astarte’s home. Her father was a merchant, and her mother a seamstress who taught her all she knows. Her family is large, consisting of four older brothers, Astarte being the runt of the bunch, but loved nevertheless by her brave, strong older brothers. As a child, she was practically attached to her mothers side. She had such deep admiration for her, and as any little girl does in her lifetime, wanted to be just like her. Her father worked a lot, but was a jolly man that spent as much time as he could with his children. She had a happy childhood, filled with an abundance of warm memories.
At the age of sixteen, she was betrothed to a family’s friend, Ammon, who was also a good childhood friend of Astarte despite him being just a few years older than her. She didn’t mind being married to him, she figured it was better than becoming engaged to a complete stranger with whom she knew nothing about, and ending up disliking him and her life with him. Although she only thought of him as a good friend at first, she grew to love him as her husband. She left her families home with tearful eyes and went to live with Ammon. She was very happy, and took up a job at the seamstress shop in the market to occupy herself. Then Ammon enlisted, saying he felt in necessary, he wanted to help protect his home land.
Ammon died in battle not long after he enlisted. Along with him, two of her older brothers also passed away. Needless to say it was a chaotic time for Astarte’s family. Her mother and father offered her shelter back at her old family home, which was now only occupied by the two but she refused, not wanting to take the charity of her mother and father and deciding to get out on her own. Seti, her closest brother of whom she's spent the first nine years of her life attached to before he took up residence in the temple also offered her assistance, but her mind was made. She took up training, becoming a mage and found she really enjoyed working with magic. She started working at the seamstress shop more and became self-sufficient, all the while silently grieving the loss of her beloved husband.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:03 am
♠ basic characteristicslolomgwtfbbgname; Fynn Clyde Dacelolomgwtfbbgage; Twenty-Twololomgwtfbbggender; Malelolomgwtfbbgcountry; Hysu'laelolomgwtfbbgclass; Assassinlolomgwtfbbglevel; Second Tierlolomgwtfbbgoccupation; He works at the local carpenter's, doing a variety of jobs all around town.lolomgwtfbbgreligion; ----♠ external featureslolomgwtfbbgheight; 6'2"lolomgwtfbbghair color; Blacklolomgwtfbbgeye color; Deep Bluelolomgwtfbbgoverall appearance; Tall and well built, Fynn seems specially made for hard labor work. With his jet black hair, pale skin, and deep blue eyes he tends to look exotic to others, but he considers himself purely a citizen of Hysu'lae. He tends to wear clothes that are easy to work in. Loose and comfortable. He's most often a black, sleeveless top and white pants, accompanied by black combat boots. He has a white coat, but rarely wears it as he likes feeling the sun warming his skin. There's a bandage always wrapped around his left eye, which was lost in an unfortunate battle, but he doesn't really mind. If someone asks about it, he'll just laugh and says it gives him more character. An odd sort of accessory that he adorns quite often is a pair of golden bracelets, which one might not think suits his character but he's worn them since his days at sea and will always treasure them. lolomgwtfbbgweapon; Fynn always carriers around his special set of daggers, strapped to him by his leather black belt, easily accessible but hidden by his clothing in case of troubling circumstances.♠ internal featureslolomgwtfbbgrelationship status; Singlelolomgwtfbbgpersonality; Fynn's quite the off little character. He's easy going, and completely care free. Always a laugh to be had with him, since he's so damn hilarious. He comes off charming, charismatic and appealing. He knows all the right words and all the right buttons to push. It's always been a sort of talent he's possessed, people skills. They've gotten him out of many a tight spots.
Although with being absolutely charming, he's quite the witty fellow. Although many sea-rats like him didn't give a second thought about any education at all, Fynn found certain subjects absolutely fascinating. Such as literature, and languages. He's learned things that have helped him out in this rogue world of his that most others were oblivious to. His education has helped him in ways many would not even think of. Fynn's not a bad guy, really. He's actually a very kind, thoughtful person. But he's a rogue, an ex-pirate who still digs up old habits once in a while. lolomgwtfbbghistory; Fynn Clyde Dace is a mystery. Even from his first memory, all he remembers is being on a pirate ship, doing what he can to pull his weight. He doesn't know his mother, his father, his home country, or anything about him. The crew knew who his parents were, who his mother was. But they never told him. He never asked. He took his last name from the ship's captain, who was the man that practically raised him. He grew up on that ship, called the 'Death's Trail', with the crew members and the captain. He wasn't made allowances, and had to do what he could but it wasn't a bad place. He was happy.
On the contrary to popular belief, the crew of this pirate ship wasn't made of a bunch of low-life scum who didn't give a damn about anyone else but themselves. There were also merry, happy men who considered their fellow crew members to be their family and friends. As he grew to be a strapping young man, he was taught the ways of a pirate. How to pillage and plunge, fight with a pistol and cutlass, scrub the deck and spy from the crow's nest. But the one thing he had always wanted to experience was a treasure hunt. It was a long while before he was allowed this privilege, for on this ship the captain would let few come with him on the hunt for fear of mutiny. When he was fourteen, he was taken along. Nothing unusual happened on this particular treasure hunt, but to Fynn it was an important experience and one of his best memories. On that day, he received the pair of golden chain he's worn ever since.
As we grew from less of a gangly boy to a man, Fynn started to find himself growing tired of this pirate life. Of course, he absolutely adorned sailing the seas everyday, but he found himself wanting to experience more in life than just pillaging towns. He wanted to live a more normal life, so he left his home, his captain and crew to the island of Hysu'lae, and fell in love instantly. Of course, being an island it's completely surrounded by the sea, so he didn't miss the joy of hearing the sound of the waves crashing about every morning when he awoke, or the smell of the salty air. At the same time, he got to meet to inhabitants of the island, learn how to live normally, with a job and home to take care of. Although he loved being a pirate, life on the island was an experience he had to partake in. Little did he know when the dreaded Pirate Queen Isabella raided his beloved town, he'd have to resort back to his pirate ways.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 12:40 pm
→ basic characteristicslolomgwtfbbgname; Seti Menes Rahamnlolomgwtfbbgage; Twenty-Threelolomgwtfbbggender; Malelolomgwtfbbgcountry; Kes'sarrialolomgwtfbbgclass; Clericlolomgwtfbbglevel; First Tierlolomgwtfbbgoccupation; Priest of Yule'relolomgwtfbbgreligion; ----→ external featureslolomgwtfbbgheight; 6 feetlolomgwtfbbghair color; Red-Blacklolomgwtfbbgeye color; Bright Greenlolomgwtfbbgoverall appearance; In all, Seti is an average height man, broad shouldered and healthy. Pale skinned, with medium length black hair, and natural red highlights that shine in the sunlight. Usually, his attire is simple. A nice robe, in the colours of the gods. Few accessories, as he finds them a nuisance which only gets in the way of his daily business. Nothing too extravagant for Seti Menes Radamn, simple and practical is the only way he'll go.lolomgwtfbbgweapon; Seti, although preferring not to engage in violence as he's highly against it, has a stash of various light magic scrolls kept in the recesses of his holy robes in case of need. Although he hardly uses them, he likes them there for self-defense (or the protection of the innocent) purposes.→ internal featureslolomgwtfbbgrelationship status; Singlelolomgwtfbbgpersonality; Understanding, methodical and kind. These are only a few words that describe the man that is Seti, a priest under the great god Yule're. He was raised to be a man that is kind to others, non-judgmental no matter the situation and fair to all. He's an overall good person, who is often sought out by many young and old citizens of Lue'er for advice or comfort.
Although good natured he's one who believes strongly in what's right, and will not stand disloyalty, dishonesty or blasphemy at all. But if you're truly sorry, second chances and forgiveness are always in his book. He knows how to tell the good from the bad, and if rarely wrong on his assumptions. Keeping a calm head and rational thinking is one of his strong points in any situation, it's rare occurrence to see him loose his temper. But when he does it's not something that's wished to be witnessed.
Seti is a quiet man, one of few words like his father and his role model the High Priest of Yule're. When he speaks, wisdom poors out. All the teachings he's learned will be passed to anyone wishing to hear, as he's been taught to do. Withholding information would be like torture to him, why deny a person of their desires? Although wise for his age, there's still much he must learn. He's always eager to have any lesson with the High Priest, no matter how small it is. Gracious for all he has, Seti is young man not often found within the younger generations of the population of Kes'sarria these days.lolomgwtfbbghistory; Seti Menes Radamn was the fourth, and last son of a merchant and his seamstress wife living in the Kes'sarrian captial of Lue'er. Growing up in a large family of three older brothers, and one younger sister shaped him into the person he is today. They weren't overly wealthy, and couldn't afford all the luxuries life had for them, but they were a content, happy family, fine with just having each other to depend on. They got by with what they had, were educated satisfactorily, and never went hungry.
As a child, he was not as altheltic or sport-loving like some of his brothers, but more interested in books, and the lessons life had to teach you. All the knowledge in the world would never quench his thirst for intelligence. Even at a young age, he was often seen reading under trees in the many gardens on a sunny day, or working on one of the many projects he developed to keep his hands idle. He was the pride of his teachers at the school, and often praised for his diligence and the hardwork he put into each and every assignment.
Seti had many aspirations for himself. He wanted to travel; see the world, learn everything possible. He thought he'd become a scholar, a teacher, perhaps an adviser. He never once thought he'd become a priest, the life didn't appeal to him. He was under the impression that all they did daily was pray, take care of the temple, and burn incense. But a trip there with his father when he was twelve changed all that. He was taken to the Temple of Seers, which he'd been to before, of course, but only for normal visits on festivals and whatnot. He'd never been anywhere but the main room, with the gleaming gold statues of the great countries idols. His father led him down the stone staircase, but instead of heading straight into the room as he expected, the High Priest of Yule're was there waiting for them; waiting to open Seti's eyes to a world he never knew existed.
His father, although a mere merchant, was a wise and wonderful man. Although one of few words, when he did speak, what come from him was to be stored in memory forever. All he wanted was for his children to succeed and be happy, and seeing the burning passion in his youngest son's eyes, he knew what would have to be done. He knew the life of a priest would go well for him, and was merely guiding him to his rightful path that day when he let the High Priest of Yule're guide him through the private chambers of the Temple of Seers to his grand, although humble, office.
The meeting was one that on the surface looked tense, and uncomfortable. But in reality it was two great minds finding each other, yearning for each other. The High Priest wished to teach all he had learned from his long life to a diligent pupil. Seti wanted to learn all he could in the short time the gods allowed him on this earth. It was like finding your soul mate. The two quickly found that this arrangement would work wonderfully. Seti was mistaken, and he knew it too, that in the temple there was more than just elderly men burning sticks of incense. There was a world of ancient knowledge there, welcoming anyone who wished to come and take it all in.
The next month, Seti entered the Temple to become as an apprentice under the High Priest of Yule're, leaving his home and taking residence within the sacred walls of the home of the gods. He would miss his family, and they would miss him. But he was not far away, and would be there for them in their time of need, such as his sister Astarte's mourning of her dead husband, and for his parents when they lost two more of their sons due to the cursed war with the Wisterans. But he knew his rightful place was in the temple, and always would be.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:58 pm
x basic characteristicslolomgwtfbbgname; Darius Sterling Hayeslolomgwtfbbgage; Twenty-Fivelolomgwtfbbggender; Malelolomgwtfbbgcountry; Wisteralolomgwtfbbgclass; Knightlolomgwtfbbglevel; Second Tierlolomgwtfbbgoccupation; Knight of the Royal Guardlolomgwtfbbgreligion; ----x external featureslolomgwtfbbgheight; 6'5"lolomgwtfbbghair color; Deep Brownlolomgwtfbbgeye color; Light Bluelolomgwtfbbg
overall appearance; Darius is a big man, tall and built from his years of training and helping with his fathers black smith. It might make his intimidating to some, especially with his knowing blue eyes and sharp features. His deep brown hair falls in messy locks, framing his sun-stroked face. His body is covered in minor scars, and the odd large one. Years of training and injury, it takes a toll on the body. He's usually dressed in his uniform of sorts, his armor if you will. He spends most of his time working anyway, either with the Royal Guard or in his father's shop.lolomgwtfbbgweapon; His trusty broadsword, made of strong iron with a gold detailed handle. It's always with him, just as it has been since he started his training at the age of ten.x internal featureslolomgwtfbbgrelationship status; Engagedlolomgwtfbbgpersonality;
Strong and silent really does cover it in this case. Darius isn't a talker, it's probably obvious just by the look of him. He doesn't feel the need to talk when he doesn't have anything to say, he just rather keep his opinion to himself. Though if he really does object, he'll let it be known. Darius has a hard time handling nonsense, and those who bring it out to face him. He's the ever serious type, work before play. He's known for his excellent work, and the loyalty in which he possess to his country and reigning King.
Darius finds it hard to express himself correctly and effectively. The thoughts are there, the ideas, but they don't seem to translate into words as easily to him as they do to others. He easily gets frustrated with himself, when he seems incapable of completing something, or if he feels he's failed. Especially if it was a task put upon him specifically. He won't waste his time on trivial things unless the person asking has some authority over him. lolomgwtfbbghistory;
Born in a modest family of middle to upper middle class, Darius was a hard working child. Other then playing all day long, he'd rather help his father in their family owned blacksmith or assist his mother in any or her daily errands. They always called him their little helper, sent to them straight from God himself just for them. He loved the feeling that he was doing something, that he was needed. It made him feel secure and loved. Though he was a quiet child, he was intelligent. He was observant. He noticed things even adults didn't, and have an excellent memory for things. He did well in school because of it, but he was never very social and had a hard time with the other students, who didn't exactly except in.
All his life, Darius had an idol. Nero, the crown prince and eldest child of King Elroy, had everything he wished he had. He was kind at heart, and easily communicative. He was loved by many people for his openness and general air of gentility. He admired him greatly, he possessed so much that Darius wished he could. But when he was nine, the famous tragedy occurred, changing everything. Nero had died, all of a sudden one night. He was alive one day, and gone the next. Darius was in shock. He knew it was true, but the stricken expression of the first Princess Jocelyn, his closest sibling. He didn't understand how that could have happened. He was the crown prince, and yet they had let him die? His hero was gone, the man he'd looked up to for inspiration and admired beyond all others, even his own father. He was gone.
He had intended up to that point to take on the family business. He was going to carry on the tradition just like his father, and his grandfather, and all his forefathers before that. But that day it changed, and he knew he what he had to do. He knew what he was born to do. So he wasn't born with charismatic qualities or an air of gentitily, but he was gifted with impressive observation skills and a strong healthy body. Even then he was stronger then most his age from his years of helping his father. He was going to join the guard, become an apprentice. He was going to learn to fight, with swords and ride horses. He was going to learn to protect. He told his parents this, he told them that their only child, their only son was not going to take over the family business but do when he knew in his heart he was born to do. They understood, they always did. Unlike the other kids at school or anyone else. They knew him, and they knew he wouldn't make a decision such as this without really knowing in his heart he had to.
The next day, his father took him to the Guard Tower, and he began his long training process to eventually become a night. By the time he was sixteen he was fully inducted into the system, and known as an excellent fighter and for his completely loyalty to the royal family. He'd protect Nero's family, his beloved siblings for his hero, in his place. It was the least he could do for the man who held all his hopes for the first nine years of his life.
His reputation preceded him, and Darius' parents were approached with a marriage proposal from the infamous Stanwood's, for their unruly daughter Lyla. His parents called him over one day to inform him of this. They were obviously leaving the decision to him, not wanting to force him into anything, but he knew that they wanted him to take this. They wanted him to have this life, the best they could hope for. So he said they could arrange it. The girl couldn't be that bad, and he was sure they could get along just fine after they got to know each other, though he still wasn't thrilled with the idea. Next thing he knows, all these arrangements are being made and only later does he come to realize what time of girl he's marrying. For a no-nonsense man, he'll be having to take a lot more of it from now on.
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