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When you first begin to grow a mature mind, you begin to wonder, why were you born? What was there to life other then, school, work and going home just to sleep or eat? Many questions would race through your mind thinking and always wondering what the meaning of life was. No one knows what the meaning of life is, there is no meaning, you just live it, and it gives the illusion of your life before you perish. What else is there to life other then living, doing what you must, then dying? How the hell did your world come to be? And how did your race first begin to breathe the air of life? What other strange mysteries can life unlock for you? And how do people come up with creatures and other things for their stories, without seeing them for themselves? There is always many answers to questions, many believe it is just your imagination suddenly seeing this new and magical creature, creatures like dragons and unicorns. Have they even existed before, so that people knew of them, and just put them into stories? Life is a strange thing, and there are still many mysteries we have not yet unlocked.

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This is set in the medieval world of Hiannon. There are evil creatures lurking everywhere and the people forever live in fear of being consumed by the darkness, and changed into servants of the great evil that plagues the lands. This world is in a very chaotic time, the only way to travel is by land or sea, both of which are full of dangers. Supplies for trading between the kingdoms are running low, and becoming more expansive because of how dangerous both land and sea are. There is no peace, and all is in chaos.

There are dense forests; glittering seas and lakes; large mountain ranges; and sandy deserts. Dotted here and there are towns, villages, and cities of all the different races. There are trade routes that connect them, though they are riddled with bandits and thieves. Now the only ones who travels those roads are trade caravans that are heavily guarded or those confident in their skills.

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Females Profiles

1.
Username: Nightwind-Dragon.
Name: Ashe Windsong.
Nick Name: Windsong.
Title: The Violet Eyed Thief.
Age: 180.
Race: Dragon.
Gender: Female.
Pets: None.
Class: Thief.
Personality: Ashe is normally a silent person, she'd rather watch and listen than talk. This comes from being very curiouse about everything. She will sit for hours watching a blacksmith or leathersmith if they will allow her. She also loves to read and it is strange to see her without a book or scroll on her person. On the otherside of the coin, she is independent and freespirited to the point of stubberness. And she can be sarcastic.
Likes: Reading, flying, learning new tricks.
Dislikes: Anyone who talks to her while she's reading and those who try to tell her what to do.
History: Ashe was born to Adrock and Arlene Windsong as one of seven children. Her parents where powerful dragons who tried to teach their children how a proper dragon should act. Ashe on the other hand never listed, she was always sneeking out to play or read. One day her father found out that she was playing with some of the local human children and tossed her out of the house. She didn't really care, she now had the freedom to go where she wanted, when she wanted, and do what she waneted.
Special Skills: Her speed, the ability to move as silent as the wind, and a keen sence of smell.
Powers: Shapeshifting, elemental breath.
Elements: Wind/Air.
Weapons: Two short swords and unarmed.
Strengths: Nimble and Inteligent.
Weaknesses: Her stubberness and major curiosity has caused some problems.
Armor: In her dragon form: scales; other forms: light leather armor.
Other: Always seen with a book on her, in her hand or her pack.
Posting Color: Cyan
Appearance:
Dragon Form
Human Form

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Username: Imaonionknight
Name: Luka Canta Xue Fang
Nick Name: L.C. or Fang
Title: The Enlightened One (used to be The Dark Duchess of Lyu-Liha)
Age: Looks to be about 13 or 14, but is actually 8,836 years old
Race: Talith/Vampire
Gender: Female
Pets: Solomon the Giant Tarantula
Class: Monk
Personality: L.C. has a strong set of beliefs in right and wrong, but more often then naught she says nothing about them. She tends to embrace an image of who she wants to be over who she really is and often times she will choose to remain silent and listen to giving her opinion to others. When caught in a situation where she needs to talk L.C. will only say what she thinks needs to be said before returning to a quiet state. But if you can get her to talk she sometimes will open up and become more relaxed in talking about things. Overall she is considered quiet and obedient as long as it is within reason of her religious upbringing.
Likes: Nature, peace, darkness, meditation
Dislikes: Discrimination, fighting, bright lights
History: Growing up in a noble family was hard for L.C. As a young child she wanted to do all the things that the boys her age did and like any child had no knowledge of social status. The last thing L.C. wanted to do was to grow up and become like her mother: cold and unhappy. L.C. had an older brother as she was growing up, but he died at an early age due to childhood illnesses that plagued him all his life. She never knew her father very well because he was always away with the king or doing jobs for the king or traveling to other places to make deals for the king. Her mother was a bitter woman who only thought of herself and always reminded L.C. and her brother about how she never wished to have children and all the trouble they caused her and the fact that they ruined her beautiful look when they were born. Still, L.C. learned how to deal with her mother’s constant complaining and attacks by tuning her out with meditations. There came a day when her mother informed L.C. that she was to be married off to another noble family and become a duchess. Disliking the idea of being married at such a young age and having to learn how to be a proper lady, L.C. began to sneak out into the town and see how other people lived because she was never permitted to go outside of the noble district. It was there on the eve of her 14th birthday that she bumped into a man with a strange gift. He took her away from the crowds to his house and took her life, giving her in return the life of a vampire. From then on L.C. remained with the man, hiding in shadows and feeding on the blood of those around her.
She was returned eventually to her mother who beat her for her misbehavior and disappearance and locked her up in her room for several days with nothing to eat. Once she was let out of her room L.C. was married off to her husband, a duke of the nearby area. Being unhappy like her mother L.C. quickly worked to get out of the house and away from her husband, who only married her for the sake of gaining more wealth and producing children. He tried to rape her one night when she would not consent to his wishes and without a second thought she killed him in their bed. She remained duchess over the lands she had acquired through the marriage but was deemed ‘The Dark Duchess’ for not only the sudden death of her new husband but the fact that she was never seen out in the daytime.
After a few decades L.C. grew tired of ruling over her lands and longed for a place where she could make peace with her dark self. She divided her land amongst the common folk before disappearing for several years. During that time she traveled, searching for that place of peace throughout the lands. She found it in a small community deep within the forests. There were only men living there, practicing their martial arts and religious techniques to find the interconnectedness of all living things. They were hesitant to accept a woman into their ranks, but after she proved herself through several trials she was allowed to train with the men. These men were called monks and they taught L.C. all about their religion and philosophy. Even though she was different from the other monks L.C. worked hard to try and fit in with them. She wanted to start over new so when she was ordained a monk she followed the code of the other monks and had her head shaved and even her name changed from Luka (as she was called when she was younger) to Fang. It was from there that she began her spiritual transformation from the defiant and violent nature she once had as a young girl to that of a peaceful monk striving for oneness with all living things.
L.C. spent several thousand years trying to find the balance between her darker nature and the lighter nature she wanted. As she sat under a tree in meditation she found what she was looking for: enlightenment. From then on she has been able to tap into the interconnectedness of the world by just going into a meditative state. After her enlightenment she was given the title “The Enlightened One” by the monks at the monastery, most of which had joined after she had. She stayed at the monastery for another thousand years or so, guiding those in the temple to enlightenment as she worked to strengthen her connection with the world around her.
After awhile she grew tired of teaching those around her and she began to travel again, living off the wilderness. She traveled through vast deserts and dark lands, spreading her teachings as she went. In that time she had gained a companion, a giant tarantula that she named Solomon, a staff that she made along her travels, and had learned about the different plants and animals of the world. She learned how to connect with living things as well as to predict their actions and emotions based on things they showed, whether it was intentional or not. She also trained herself in the skill of alchemy and sword use so in case she needed to defend herself and deal more superficial damage then internal pain she could and so she could heal those who needed it. Now she can be found traveling the wilderness, living off the land and helping those who she sees in need of help. Whenever people ask for her name she always tells them L.C. Just L.C.
Special Skills: The skill to connect to the world through deep meditation without having that connection disrupted by outside sources and fine-tuned alchemical skills to make different poisons or potions
Powers: Ability to interact (in peaceful ways) with living things (especially animals and plants) and heightened senses based on her vampire race
Elements: Earth
Weapons: A 5’ 6” bo staff cut from the wood of a yew tree and engraved with symbols of unity and peace that are inlaid with dark cherry wood. When twisted apart the bo staff splits into three pieces: two single-edged short swords and a long hollow tube for blow darts if needed
Strengths: Strong senses (sight, scent, taste, touch, hearing, and proximity), patience, reading people’s expressions, predicting reactions
Weaknesses: Magical attacks, bright lights, and lack of life to drink blood from for energy
Armor: Does not wear armor other than a highly flexible very light leather outfit under her attire. Mostly wears light and diaphanous robes of either orange/white or green/black (think Shaolin monk robes) to hide the femininity of her body and to throw off people with her movements
Other: Aside from her staff L.C. carries around a small saddle bag made from woven plant leaves and shaven bamboo strips. Within it she carries a small leather bound book for note taking, a black ink bottle, a quill made from the feather of a Painted Stork, a few vials of blood for moments of weakness, a few vials of varying poisons and potions, and another set of robes. On her belt hidden beneath her robes are two little leather pouches, one with some coins in it and the other with 5 darts made of animal bones and feathers
Posting Color: Orange
Appearance: Standing 5’ 2” and weighing 115 lbs, L.C. has a very small body build. She has a shaved head due to the standards of being a monk with bright blue-grey eyes that guard her thoughts almost completely while giving the feeling of outward compassion when gazed into. Her gentle cheek bones and small softly rounded nose give her the look of a young child who has not gone through puberty. She has a rounded jaw and dimples that appear in her cheeks when she smiles or becomes flustered. Her skin is very fair, almost ghastly white when compared to the skin tones of others. Built very thin by nature, L.C. sports a healthy structure of muscle in both her upper and lower body that is hidden away under her armor and robes so it does not attract unneeded attention. She is very flexible and has a high level of energy contained within her body so if the need arises she can defend herself or those who need it.

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Username: The hotpocket
Name: Lyra Yaiba
Nick Name: None
Title: Crystal Blades
Age: 38 (Looks 20)
Race: Ice elemental, An elemental is a being created from the essence of an element. Can take on any form tell a certain age then they are stuck in the form. Most go human to blend in with human society. There are six types of elementals, Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Ice and Lightning. They can breed and live amongst humans but they only have control over one element. They can use there element to create powerful element based magic, or they could use it to form weapons or improve ones body. They cant learn any sort of magic requiring a spell, they must rely on what element they are for magic.
Gender: Female
Pets: None
Class: Paladin
Personality: Polite and kind. She is in a way a joker as well as a temptress. She is also hyper as well as intelligent. Overall a good person.
Likes: Other people, sunsets and nature.
Dislikes: Cramped spaces, her father, getting hit on.
History: Lyra grew up in high snowy mountains on the edge of Hiannon. There she had a small little village of ice elementals such as herself to live with. Her mother was the village medic and her father was the village leader. She had a older brother named Retsu, who took care of her all of her life. Though one day her father gave into the dark force that was flooding Hiannon. Her father slaughtered the whole village right in front of Lyra's eyes. Though her father spared both her and her brother only to try to make them join the darkness. Lyra refused and fled from the village with her brother hoping to escape her father. Though tell this very day she and her brother are stalked by her father. Her father would try to do anything to get them both to join him and he has killed every friend and or ally Retsu and Lyra have made.
Special Skills: Good with executing team combo attacks
Powers: Controlling ice in general, can form ice out of air and water.
Elements: Ice
Weapons: A halberd of ice
Strengths: Very quick and flexible
Weaknesses: Can become angry easily. Not very much strong.
Armor: Civilian cloths
Other: Holds memories close to her heart.
Posting Color: Silver
Appearance: Lyra Yaiba

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Males Profiles

1.
Username: Nightwind-Dragon
Name: Shiango Vethinger.
Nick Name: Shiango.
Title: Death Lord Shiango Vethinger of the Shadow Realm.
Age: Appears to be 26, but is really 2000 years old.
Race: Demon.
Gender: Male.
Pets: He thinks of his followers as no more then disposable pets.
Class: Dark Knight.
Personality: Shiango is cold hearted, he hates everyone and everything. He thinks of only himself, and what he wants. He has never had friends, and never wants any either. His followers to him are nothing but servants, or pets which he can dispose of any way he pleases. His temper is horrible, when he gets angry, his world trembles with his rage. He stops at nothing to get what he wants, and never gives up. If he has to, he will stand and fight with anyone he wants. He gets easily annoyed, and is never satisfied with his servants, or followers.
Likes: He loves power, death, blood, watching others suffer, and treating anyone in anyway he wants to. He loves darkness.
Dislikes: He hates it when his followers fail him, he hates anything living that won't bow to him. He hates light.
History: Shiango has always been evil, his parents were evil, and so were the rest of his ancestors. Many of his ancestors before him have tried to take over Hiannon, but have only managed to make plans, before failing miserably. Before they tried to do this however, they would always create offspring, since you never know if you will fail or not. At a young age, Shiango watched the downfall of his father, and has sworn to one day take revenge on those who did it. This means, he wants to kill anything living that refuses to join his side. Unlike his ancestors however, Shiango is a lot more powerful, because of his lust for revenge, and his constant practice in his skills. He won't accept failure or death, he only wishes to win, and finally succeed in what his ancestors before him could not.
Special Skills: Like his ancestors, Shiango has a special skill in summoning up power from the deepest pits of Hiannon. Some of this power is extremely ancient, and full of evil. The evil power is not just that of Shiango's ancestors, there are also powers from greater evil, evil that if combined could destroy Hiannon, and everything on it. This power is very hard to harvest, even with the special skill Shiango has of his ancestors.
Powers: The Dead Mists [The power to summon mist from the lands of the dead. This mist slowly covers an entire area, bringing all things dead to life, and along with it, a plague that could kill whole villages], The Dark Vortex [The power to summon forth a vortex that links to the lands of shadows. This allows all sorts of evil creatures to come into the world of the people, and cause all sorts of conflicts, and battles], The Shadow Flames [The power to summon up black flames which strengthen allies, and kills enemies with extreme heat. It may also wound them permanently, as well as cursing them in the process], The Summoning [The power to summon creatures of evil, and darkness to do his bidding without him having to do anything. This allows him to retreat without any trouble by keeping the enemy occupied].
Elements: Darkness.
Weapons: The Shadow Blade [A powerful two handed sword, passed down through his ancestors. The Shadow Flames can be put into the sword so that it is covered in the flame, and does more damage to an enemy], The Staff Of Death [A staff which makes his summoning of The Dead Mists faster, and more powerful without tiring him out too easily. It is the only staff of its kind, and is an ancient relic of evil], The Bow Of Impurity [Once shot, the arrows become covered in a dark shadowy power, it can be used to make holy places cripple under the hands of evil. It also allows him to call forth The Dark Vortex, without getting interrupted], The Dagger Of Doom [Usually used to sacrifice innocents in order to give himself more power, and to take control of that persons soul, or torment it until it can never rest in peace, or finally decides to join his dark army]
Strengths: His strength is his element, and his powers. He is fast, and smart, plus more powerful then all his ancestors before him put together.
Weaknesses: His weakness is the element that goes against his, which is light. He is weaker against the faster type of enemies, since all his weapons, except for his dagger, are slower to use then the lighter weapons.
Armor: He wears demonic armor made out of a strange metal. This metal can only be found in the shadow realm, and is very strong. The armor is black, and usually has blood flowing through the metal, of the enemies that were slain. The blood appears to be like some sort of magic that glows among the black of the armor. Under the armor he wears his casual clothing, which is shown in his appearance. His boots, gauntlets, and helmet are also made of the same metal, along with his shield, and weapons. His weapons however have a few extra qualities.
Other: He has a special demonic pendant. This pendant was passed down through the generations of his blood line, and he is the only one that knows how to use it properly. Not even his ancestors before him could unlock the pendant's secrets. He has the upper hand, because he has always been smart, and has learnt a lot from the mistakes that his ancestors before him made.
Posting Color: Dark Red
Appearance:
Shiango

2.
Username: [Oni Kaosu]
Name: [Garfield Nathley]
Nick Name: [Goliath]
Title: [The Abandoned Dwarf]
Age: [280 (looks 21.. for a midget)]
Race: [Dwarf]
Gender: [Male]
Pets: [None]
Class: [Rogue]
Personality: [Goliath is a strait forward guy who doesn't trust people easy, due to the current state of chaos and his troubled childhood. In battle, Goliath tends to toy with the enemy, unless it seems like a threat. After a few minutes of toying, Goliath will quickly and effectively defeat the enemy and continue to do whatever he was doing. In general, Goliath is a Nobel man who is true to his promises, and never gives up on quests or challenges until the job is done]
Likes: [Foreign Beverages, Tall Women, and Spying on Travelers]
Dislikes: [Death, His Family, and Loud Animals]
History: [Goliath was abused when he was only a few years old by his parents, siblings, and his so called friends. During the first fifteen years of his life, he had lost three teeth, one toe, and was abandoned. Eight years later, Goliath wondered into a far off village in which he joined the royal guard. In doing so, he developed fighting skills, built up strength and stamina, and gained complete control over his mind and emotions. Unfortunately, his commander had something against the dwarf kind, and intentionally put all of the officers against him and his squadron. Eventually, the criticism of his fellow troops combined with the harsh treatment from his commander drove him out of the village, with the lives of eight officers including his commander. Now he roams the forests and mountains taking jobs that travelers or towns folk offered him to do, then blows the money on beer and new weapons]
Special Skills: [Goliath can dash to about 150 meters at a time within three seconds. He can also thicken his skin for 10 minutes at a time, to the point of hardened stone. The only defect of these two abilities is that the reprieve between the abilities uses can take up to fives minutes]
Powers: [If the skills are powers, then the skills are my powers]
Elements: [Earth]
Weapons: [A Short Sword, Twin Bladed Gauntlets, A Small Bag of Little Pointed Jax]
Strengths: [Blending in Various Settings, Excellent Swordsmanship, Strong Hand to Hand Attacks]
Weaknesses: [Terrible At Long Ranged Attacks, The Small Reprieve Between Powers, Slow Movement]
Armor: [Goliath wears a Hooded Cape that's material is strong and can withstand basic attacks, fire, and some plasma related magic. The Boots and Bladed Gauntlets are made with the same material]
Other: [Goliath has a deep voice for a Dwarf]
Posting Color: [My Custom Green]
Appearance: [The body is about 3'3", with short black curly hair. The skin is a sickly pale with a small nose, two wide red eyes, big ears, and a cleft chin. The cape is longer then the neck down, and is black on the outside, and a forest green on the inside. The shirt is made of cloth and is short sleeved. The color is a lighter, paler green. He has a rat skull on a hemp necklace, and the two Gauntlets are the same color as the outside of his cape. The pants are made of a baggy light brown leather with two side pockets. The boots are dark brown with black laces. The color of the blades are a dark looking metal, and the handle of the sword is the same color as the pants]

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Username: Paradoxismminant
Name: Akushti Kanuahs
Nick Name:Introduces himself as Keti. Known (anonymously) as Tiger Eyes
Title: Just the product of a brief affair between two species that somehow produced a child. Known as Tiger Eyes in assassin circles
Age: 21
Race: Human/Talith
Gender: Male
Pets: N/A
Class: Assassin
Personality: He loves good stuff. Well-made clothes and weapons make him shiver in delight. He doesn't use a whole lot of words unless he feels that the situation is appropriate, but is quite the poet when he isn't speaking in his usual bare-minimum way. When he is serious, he is very serious. He doesn't pay attention to the correct thing most of the time, but he does his job very well.
Likes: Beautiful, durable things, especially clothes and weapons and the arts.
Dislikes: ugly, badly-made things. People who ruin things for no good reason.
History: His mother was a young human girl who happened to get lost while in the forest and ended up meeting one of the Talith. They had an affair, in which Keti was produced. His mother was whisked away across the country soon after his birth. She died when he was seven, and he was kicked onto the streets, where he learned the value of things and how to appreciate beauty, lying in the muck and shadows of the dark alleys. He tried to break into the house shared by a gnome and a dwarf for food, and was caught by the dwarf, who decided that he had some potential and decided to keep him. In that home, he gained his two weapons, Era and Mur and learned how to use them. When he turned sixteen, he said goodbye to the dwarf and the gnome (who told him firmly that he was NOT allowed to come back by any means, and just to remember what they'd taught him) and left with nothing but the clothes on his back, Era, and Mur (for motivation, you see). He found that he was good at killing people, and that it paid handsomely. He hopes to encounter his father (although he knows it's unlikely), and see as much of the beauty in the world as possible.
Special Skills: Hypnosis ( if he stares into one's eyes for a certain way, the patterns in his eyes will seem to move, captivating the victim with their swirls and splotches). Before he blinks, he can give them certain commands (eg, you have a meeting at five by the water fountain).
Powers: Nimble, flexible, and quick-thinking. Charming...
Elements: Water (calm and useful, but can ruin things in a moment)/Light (lovely and [again] useful, but has a deadly side that people don't think about much)
Weapons:Two weapons, that resemble shears with spikes extending off the handle(see description picture). They are essentially the same size, custom-made for him. Era has a flexible, loose joint and closes one blade over the other. Mur (say mür) is more like a traditional pair of scissors. They are about two feet long (including the handles).
Strengths: Good at adapting and making death beautiful. Also very flexible and adept with Era and Mur.
Weaknesses: is extremely ticklish and is not good at a lot of strength (because he's a bit on the thin side).
Armor: Only wears clothes with armor essentially woven into them. He refuses to wear armor that is not hidden within the clothing because he says that it is uncomfortable, ugly, and therefore impractical for him.
Other: He has a small flower seemingly made of gold twisted into a ring, that he always has hanging on a long, thin chain around his neck.
Posting Color: olive
Appearance:Sorry for no colors
Eyes are like this. His fluffy hair is this shade of orange. Because of his delicate features and rather nice butt, he is sometimes mistaken for a girl. He is about 5' 10" with a lean, firm build. He has creamy, light skin with no freckles. However, on each finger, he has a raised, white scar that spirals up, wrapping around each digit (think barber poles)

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Username: psycobluepeep
Name: Emile Kylar
Nick Name: No nick name
Title: No title
Age: 18
Race: Cathoon/Human
Gender: Male
Pets: None
Class: Assassin
Personality: Emile has a light hearted tendency but can be extremely cold hearted given certain conditions but has an unwavering belief in what his actions carry. He aimed to right the wrongs in the world from the shadows of his profession. Given his current state in life he is confused on what to do with his life and starts to question the good he has done in life. Being an orphan birth he has a soft spot for those who have been casted off like him self. A helpful person by his hard past.
Likes: His old brotherhood, Reading, Apothecary, Figuring unknown things out, Elegant weapons,
Dislikes: His father, current Renva assassins, being of royalty decent,
History: Emile Kylar is a illegitimate descendant of a human king, Florence Renva. The king who Emile is a descendant from is a human kingdom of Renva. Emile was orphaned right after birth and that did not last long. He was left out in the streets to fend for him self. Each day for him was gambling with death or imprisonment as he snatched food and assorted needs to help him survive. He did this for 5 years barely passing winter each time. At the age 13 Emile had became a professional at what he did. He learned to fist fight to keep his belongings his evading guards and hiding spots. To some of the other strays in the city Emile was a savior looking after the smaller ones and passing on a few tricks he had learned but this year would mark his first kill. While he was in prison Emile was greeted by an odd man who came to his cell. He knew it wasn’t one of the guards but rather some one else. His guest opened the cell door and took a seat next to Emile and said “I know what happened but do you.” Emile calmly explained the whole event start to finish and added that he was at least at peace he had done something right. With a simple nod the man asked “Do you have a name?” Emile replied “No.” The man continued to ask small rather insignificant questions to Emile but the turning point is when he asked “You have no where else to go; No family, no home, nothing. But you’re not a waste of life. I offer you to join the order of the serpent dragon” This offer was strange considering Emile did not know a single thing about what his man’s order was and couldn’t help but to ask and with a simple reply the man answered “assassins.” This put Emile in to a bit of a shock to know what but his guest already sensed this “Don’t worry I wouldn’t of asked the one you buried.” Emile looked at the stone floor of his cell. He did not have any other options available and maybe just maybe he could do some good from this. “Alright… I’ll join.” Extremely pleased the man replied “Good, Your Emile Kylar now. Come with me.” Emile spent his years training and perfecting his new profession. He adapted quickly to the life style seeing has it almost reflected his old one. One major thing surprised him during his training, he was trained to also work in a small team as well as by him self and over time order slowly became his family and he had achieved what he was hoping. During his service he was presented with his shotel. After a mission tasked by the king he was betrayed and was attacked by the kings personal guards and was forced to flee and is now on the run from his old order. The shotels name and the pendant’s orgians Emile keeps a close secrete to his heart.
Special Skills: Emile is more combat able than an average assassin while not a front line fighter he has been trained to fight as a skirmisher or if caught. Efficient hand to hand fighter and can disarm adversaries
Powers: Scale walls, Winters Fang: Gives Melina Ice attributes for a short time, Dexterous,
Elements: Ice
Weapons: Carries a shotel named Melina (a sickle sword) assorted kunai and shrunken and one knife
Strengths: Very skilled in ice magic. Skilled apothecary. Skilled use of a verity of weapons weaponry.
Weaknesses: While Emile may have improved hearing and night vision compared to a human his abilities are subpar as compared to any other cathoon. Vulnerable to fire magic. Overly curious by nature.
Armor: Emile wears an light weight leather armor under his assassins garbs and leather gauntlets on top of his garbs which have half the fingers cut off so his fingers can mover more freely. His Boots are a unique leather that softens the noise he makes from steps
Other: Emile has a small Sapphire pendant which he keeps its origins secrete and can be seen having it attached to the hilt of his sword or around his neck depending on what he is doing.
Posting Color: Dark blue
Appearance: Emile is a 5’4” tall 125lbs half breed. Emile has cat like ears and a tail along with a dark grey fur with white stripes which are unevenly placed about his body. The most noticeable stripe is diagonal from his cheek to his forehead. Emile’s eyes are typical cat eyes. His tail has a horizontal white stripe that circles his tail all the way till the tip. Instead of paws Emile has human hands which are also fur covered. Emile wears a deep black tunic with a hood attached with the tunic, around his neck is a black cloth that Emile can pull up to cover the bottom half of his face to help obscure his identity. Emile’s gauntlets go half way up his forearm. Emile keeps his kunai at his thigh three on each side and his shrunken on the underside of his gauntlet two on each side. His shotel sheath is on his left hip attached to a belt. The sheath its self is a heavy leather that Emile can untie in the middle to allow him to draw his blade silently. The knife sheath is tied to his right shoulder with the hilt facing upward which is used for more silent approaches. Has a relatively small hip back on his back

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Username: MiketheDarkFireAlchemist
Name: Michael/Nero Angelo
Nick Name: None
Title: Harbinger of Destruction (called by demons)/Nero Angelo (stands for 'Black Angel')
Age: 250+
Race: Half-elf/demon
Gender: Male
Pets: None
Class: Warrior
Personality: Confused and mysterious. Though he is a demon, he is kind at heart. He doesn't slay humans unless provoked, and appears to be in deep thought most of the time. But he seems to believe in justice and loyalty, unusual for a demon of his caliber. Although he can come off as reckless and rash, he follows his heart, the only thing he truly believes in.
Likes: Humans, animals, fruit, and nature.
Dislikes: Demon slayers, religious people, and demons, and whoever summoned him.
History: Michael was born to a human father and an elven mother. He was brought up practicing both magic and swordplay, hoping to one day be a warrior for the elves. In his early teens, a group of demons destroyed his house and his family. Michael was deeply scared by this, and sought vengeance on the demons by any means necessary. To gain enough strength to defeat them, he allowed darkness to take over his heart. He hunted them all down like dogs, and when it came to the last demon, Michael's physical being was barely alive, though his soul burned brightly. In a final cataclysmic battle, Michael focused all his magical energy and self-destructed in a mass of flames, incinerating both the demon and himself, as well as an acre of forest. This gave birth to Nero Angelo

Due to his suicide and darkness, Michael was cast straight to hell. His strong will and control over darkness made him a fine choice for Lucifer. He endowed him with his power, and turned the young elf into a terrifying demon, one that was supposed to destroy all that existed in the plain of existence above. He was called the Harbinger of Destruction and was summoned to the plain above by a powerful sorcerer. In the confusion of the summon, Michael managed to escape and flew far before stress took over and he crashed to the ground, landing in a field of white roses.

From that day, Michael suffers from amnesia, and can only remember something if he crosses paths with something before his memory loss. These such things are a person, a house, perhaps even an animal. Until he remembers, he will search relentlessly, trying to find the meaning of his life. Though a demon, he saves those in need, and was called by someone he saved ‘Nero Angelo’, the Black Angel. He doesn’t have much of a life, but he’s going to find his old one and start anew, saving those who need saving.
Special Skills: Nero has the ability to shape-shift into three forms:

Mortal: Mike’s form when he was alive. In this form he is a half-elf, possessing all the quickness and agility that most elves do. His skill at sword play is quite high, and he can hear for a great distance due to his ears. He can use lots of low level fire spells due to the anger and hate that engulfed him when he was young.

Demonic: Mike becomes Nero Angelo, embracing the darkness within him. In this form he possesses wings that let him fly, as well as increased strength and sight in darkness. His flying skills can outmaneuver any bird, and he can become nearly invisible in the shadows. He is able to wield the mysterious DarkFire magic, a flame that can burn underwater and block out any light.

Harbinger: The true form of Nero Angelo. This form is brought on when Michael is overcome by rage and despair, causing the darkness within him to take full control over him. Mike grows longer fangs, razor sharp claws on both hands, and the talons on his wings become larger and sword like. A tail with a hook on the end also grows out of him and is powerful enough to break through a solid boulder, while his roar darkens the sky. He becomes merciless and immune to pain, doing what he was meant to do: destroy all forms of life. All of his attacks are amplified by his DarkFire magic, each claw swipe leaving three burning gashes in the air for a moment. This quickly drains Mike of his energy, causing him to revert back to Nero Angelo after his power is exhausted.
Powers: Burning Hellfire [A concentrated ball of flames that can be thrown at an opponent to engulf them in the flames of the Inferno.]
Regeneration [if Nero's body is damaged, he can regenerate extremely quickly. If he is in his half-elf form, Mike regenerates, but at a much slower rate, though still faster than most.]
Oblivion Gash [In his Harbinger Form, Nero has bladed claws on both hands instead of just his left. Each claw when slashed will leave three claw gashes in the space it tore through with DarkFire magic, causing massive damage to anything in that space at the time.]
DarkFire [Can be used multiple ways, whether they be on Nero‘s weapon or his own body, or just as a pure magic spell. The flames can take multiple forms of attack, be it a wave, stream, or explosion of flames.]
Elements: Darkness and Fire [Only fire in Half-elf form]
Weapons: In demon form, Nero has razor sharp claws, as well as his wings to bash enemies. In both half-elf and demon form, he has a sword called a Dark Demon Slayer, which was owned when he was originally alive.
Strengths: In both forms, Nero/Mike is extremely fast and agile, though slightly faster as a demon. As a demon, he possesses great strength as well.
Weaknesses: Nero is exceptionally weak to Holy magic in both forms, as he is technically a demon. As a half-elf, conventional weapons do normal damage [swords, arrows, ect.] and as Nero, a blessed weapon does slightly more, as well as briefly stopping his regeneration in the damaged section of his body. However, normal weaponry is almost harmless to Nero, as being pierced by several blades will just result in snapped steel. His mind is fragile, due to the fact that he doesn’t have a past yet. Should a memory bring him to his knees he would be defenseless. When allies he cares for are threaten and he becomes the Harbinger, he will be very weak after transforming back for some time and can be easily hurt as long as whatever hurts him runs faster than Nero can fly.
Armor: Nero has no armor. His body is strong and regenerates, so steel and iron weapons don’t give him much worry, as their effect is dampened by his powers. Michael is vulnerable to all weaponry, but does not wear armor because it slows him down. If the situation calls for protection, he can always turn into Nero Angelo.
Other: Though Nero/Michael is a demon, he tries to atone for his sins. He helps people instead of hurting them, and protects those who need protection. He needs to find out who he is and why he is a demon now. He spent time wandering for answers before he decided to follow his heart and look where he last remembered things, beginning his journey. He sometimes thinks of himself and a heavenly warrior, filled with darkness.

In truth, he was supposed to destroy all that lived, but for some reason he remembers his human life and emotions. Therefore, the Harbinger of Destruction is now the biggest threat to the world of the damned: one who cannot be killed by darkness can fight the darkness forever.
Appearance: Mike/Half-elf Form
Nero Angelo/Demon form

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Username: The Hotpocket
Name: Retsu Yaiba
Nick Name: None
Title: Crystal Blades (Title from clan)
Age: 42 (looks 24)
Race: Ice elemental, An elemental is a being created from the essence of an element. Can take on any form tell a certain age then they are stuck in the form. Most go human to blend in with human society. There are six types of elementals, Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Ice and Lightning. They can breed and live amongst humans but they only have control over one element. They can use there element to create powerful element based magic, or they could use it to form weapons or improve ones body. They cant learn any sort of magic requiring a spell, they must rely on what element they are for magic.
Gender: Male
Pets: A small snow owl named Powder
Class: Warrior
Personality: A very kind person. He will go out of his way to help people in need. Though he is also very determined and wont give up tell he fails or dies trying. Though he is shy when meeting new people.
Likes: Challenging himself, cold places, helping others
Dislikes: Killing, lying, secrets
History: Retsu grew up in high snowy mountains on the edge of Hiannon. There he had a small little village of ice elementals such as himself to live with. His mother was the village medic and his father was the village leader. He had a younger sister named Lyra, who he cared very much for. Though one day his father gave into the dark force that was flooding Hiannon. His father slaughtered the whole village right in front of Retsu's eyes. Though his father spared both him and his sister only to try to make them join the darkness. Retsu refused and fled from the village with his sister hoping to escape his father. Though tell this very day he and his sister are stalked by his father. His father would try to do anything to get them both to join him and he has kid every friend and or ally Retsu and Lyra have made.
Special Skills: Very good at adapting to different battles.
Powers: Controlling ice in general, Can form ice out of air or water.
Elements: Ice
Weapons: Ice arm blades, forms own arms into blades of ice.
Strengths: Very determined, pretty agile
Weaknesses: His past effects him alot, complete fear of death
Armor: Normal civilian cloths
Other: A dark blue pendant that glows when the moon is full.
Posting Color: Blue
Appearance: Retsu Yaiba

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Angel: Angels are the peaceful creatures that live to see all races coexist in harmony. They watch over others with their sparkling eyes and their duty is to protect them from the evils that lurk below the surface and that may sneak into the lives of their unwilling victims. They enjoy flowers, playing music, and dancing. They are also known for being able to see the light and kindness in one's soul.

Arasai: The Arasai are a twisted and malicious evil version of the Fae. They were corrupted by Dark Elf Queen Cristanos through torture and dark magic after the theft of spirit blossoms which allow Fae to be reborn. This is very similar to Innoruuk's original corruption of Tunare's previous creations resulting in their own state. The Arasai treat Queen Cristanos as though she were a goddess. They take great pleasure in defiling and torturing the lesser races of Norrath.

Brownie: Magical in nature the Brownie is a very elusive race. There have been only a few reported sightings of a group of Brownies in excess of 3. Even Elves are amazed to catch more than a glimpse of 2 or 3 in their long lifetimes. The exact nature of their lifestyles is a mystery even to this ancient text but many elder sages believe the Brownie to be a young pupa stage of the flying Pixie. When asked about such things, most Brownies simply turn invisible never to appear to that individual again.

Cathoon: Lithe and quick, the Cathoon are a strange race indeed. In physical appearance they seem almost a cross between a cat and a bat. Though they have no wings or retractable claws they do have incredible hearing, night site and a speed and dexterity unmatched by anything on two legs. Normally solitary in nature later in life, they have an innate curiosity when young. Often it is this curiosity that causes an untimely demise.

It's said that a Cathoon must be extremely lucky to live to a ripe old age. The old proverb "Curiosity killed the cat" was originally coined by a Cathoon philosopher who stated "Curiosity killed the Cathoon." When they reach their 30th birthday they perform a solitary ceremony known as "The Ritual of Nine Lives." Upon the completion of the ceremony they give thanks for surviving their youth and settle down with a mate to lead a dull and uneventful life.

Demons: Demons are not native to the plane of Realms but are often stranded here. Demons are brought to the Realms through rituals performed by sorcerers and enchanters. This is almost always done against the Demon's will. When arriving in the Realms, they often engage in a battle of mental power with the summoning Mage. If they are victorious they often kill the Mage and thus end any chance they have of returning to their native plane. If the Demon is out on a task for the Mage and the Mage meets his doom, a similar fate befalls the demon.

In their native world Demons are brutal and untrustworthy. However, they are not altogether stupid and realize their fate when stranded in the Realms. They realize it's in their own best interest to get along with those of this world as they are often isolated and have nowhere to turn to for aid if they should encounter hard times. They often accept room and board along with a moderate amount of wealth to act as guards to wealthy merchants. Even rogue vampires and large orcish tribes will shy away from a merchant train that boasts a Demon among its ranks.

Dragon: These mighty creatures are long-lived, powerful, elementally aligned (usually) beings that are rumored to be evil fire-breathing monsters. In all actuality, Dragons are highly intelligent beings and often enjoy hobbies such as collecting shiny things. Evil dragons tend to be destructive while good dragons don't usually meddle, at least not in ways that would get them discovered. Dragons are almost always aligned with a certain element: Fire, Ice, Water, Wind, ect. which determine their breath (ex. Fire breathing). Those without an element, though rare, breathe a cone of force, similar to a blast of pure energy from their mouth.

All dragons have a shape-shifting ability, so they may take on the appearance of any of the above races, excluding those races natural abilities. Even in these forms the dragons maintain their massive strength, with the loss of flight and powerful breath weapon. All are highly attuned to magical based classes, common or uncommon. They are often good at their chosen profession because of their long, though not immortal, natural life span, which allows them to take their time and master everything to do with the class.

Drow: Spawning from the vast underground caverns to the southeast of Midgaard, these 'dark elves' are one of the most evil of the races to inhabit Kallisti.

The drow are an ancient race, similar in appearance to the elves or perhaps the mysterious elder. Generally shorter and lighter in weight than the human norm, they possess the same grace and slenderness as their distant cousins. Little else of the elven race can be seen in them, however, and discussions of similarity between the races are best left alone at this point. Drow tend to have dark skin (ranging from a dusky grayish-brown to nearly ebony), white hair and pale eyes.

Most drow have a fantastic ability to work magic and an incredible resistance to the same. Adventuring members of this race, however, cut themselves off from the source of their racial magic (unless they have chosen the path of the mage or the necromancer) and their magic resistance is noticeably lower.

Dryad: Elusive, mischievous, and beautiful, these small forest creatures are born of the elements, and live just to enjoy life. Dryads roam the forest creating various types of forest art. Their handsome green skin and high cheek bones make humans look twice when viewing these beautiful creatures. But look quickly at these swift little forest dwellers, for if you look a second time, you will undoubtedly find them long gone.

Dryads are creatures that have an amazing control over the elements. Because of this uncanny link to nature, dryads can not follow any real alignment. They are amazingly wise, and almost unbelievably intelligent. It is because of this intelligence that they have no need for being physically strong.

Duergar: Engaged with the drow in an everlasting struggle for dominance over the vast underground realms, the Duerger are a vile race of beings.

On the whole, Duergar resemble their distant cousins, the dwarves. Ancient legend tells of a time when the two races lived together as one, and of a cataclysmic battle that forever separated the two peoples. Short and stocky, Duergar tend to make up for lack of height with increased breadth and body mass. Indeed, an average sized member of the race tends to outweigh a similarly average member of the human race by several stone. Features vary, but most of the race has dark skin, usually either grayish or reddish in hue, and hair and eyes as pale as those of any creature that spends a large amount of time in the deep caverns.

Duergar seem to have a mild resistance toward arcane [mage or necromancer] magic, a feature that serves them well against their drow enemies. Adventuring members of this race do not seem to have any inhibition in this area, however, and some of the most feared mages and necromancers have hailed from the caverns of the dark dwarvenkin.

Dwarf: Defenders of the mountain passes, the dwarves are a tough breed of folk with a love of fine brew and a fondness for 'bashin' the heads o' evildoers.'

Distantly related to the vile duergar, the dwarves are shorter than the average human but decidedly broader and stronger. As an example, dwarven folk who want to make an impact on their human companions will not hesitate to lift small livestock over their heads and proceed to bench press the poor beast. The females are only slightly less fierce in this regard. Their features vary from clan to clan, but reddish-tinged hair seems to be the norm, with a human-range of colours in the eyes and skin.

It should be noted that, with nearly no exceptions, dwarves on the whole are fanatically protective and proud of their beard. A male dwarf does not shave his facial hair from puberty onward and at best will clip it to give it some semblance of order. Many dwarves braid or otherwise decorate their beards as marks of status or honor. This practice varies from clan to clan.

Elder: Very little is known about the background of the elder, save that they are [according to legend] the eldest of the races on Kallisti.

Physically they bear resemblance to both the elves and the drow, though their ears, while pointed, are not nearly as upswept and have lobes. In addition, they are not small, but rather human-sized, or even taller. Their height is not balanced out by larger body mass, though, and descriptions of elder range from lanky to ascetic to downright wispy. Their colouring tends to be pale; white-blond hair and sky blue eyes are frequently seen, with skin the colour of new ivory. A recent rumor has surfaced of very old elder with hair and eyes the colour of silver or gold - and to the last, the sources insist that it is real metal.

Elder have long been suspected of being the favored race of one or more of the Creator gods and it is believed that the power of flight that is inherent to members of that race comes from a divine source. There is very little to back up this postulation, save a few vague references in the holy books of several religions that seem to indicate the elder have somewhat less than mundane origin. It is one more mystery about them that may never be solved.

Elf: Rumored to be one of the first races to be created by the gods, Elves are creatures of the forests and the wild lands.

Their history stretches back into the dawn of time, but their earliest recorded history is of their split with their dark cousins - the drow. Despite the millennium that has passed since this event, the hatred between the two races is as strong as it has ever been. Elven communities are generally far from most of the 'civilized' world and can be found in nearly every wilderness area that has any sort of tree coverage. One of the primary elven communities is to the west of the city-state of Midgaard, deep in the forest of Hoan-Dor. There, the Elven King and Queen hold court, in a magnificent city in the trees.

Elves tend to be roughly the same height as humans, although they have a much more slender physique and are usually frailer. The best-known trait they possess is their sharply pointed upswept ears. These and the slightly canted eyes make for a strange sight to the first-time viewer. Colouring ranges from deep russets to stark white for the hair and eyes

Fallen Angel: Fallen Angels can live forever. Their physical appearance is as differing as humans and it is said that they once lived on a higher plain. However, they have been banished from that land for whatever reason and now they live in the north of this world. The Youle Forest, as it is closest to what their old world was like. Fallen Angels often work towards redemption or they might want to stay in Lilan. Fallen Angels can only be part of the Fallen Angel allegiance.

Furfoot: Furfoots are odd folk indeed. They are well liked by most races and yet they tend to shun contact with all but their own. They resemble Elves in build but are much shorter, growing to only three feet in height. Elves are quick of body but appear sluggish when compared to Furfoots who amaze other races with demonstrations of speed and agility. They dwell in pleasant remote areas and seldom leave home to adventure. As with all races, there are always those that have a taste to see the Realms and the Furfoots are no exception.


Giant: These massively large creatures stand anywhere from fifteen to twenty feet tall, and have enough strength to move a horse buggy with one hand. These creatures look almost identical to humans except for the fact that they are much larger, and a couple other points. Giants are known to live in the highest mountains, in large tribes. The average home of a giant is carved out of a peak of a mountain. This is where the giant’s family lives. A giant spends most of his time moving large rocks around in order to organize their ritual areas.

The one thing that is well known about giants is their immense appetite and extreme inability to grow food. As a result, they choose to feed off of the other races, literally. Giants have no real need for the intellectual side of life. Giants are unnatural beings, so they have no natural magical skills. Due to their extreme distaste for other races, giants tend to be shunned by the good aligned deities.

Gnome: A tiny race of inventers and mechanics, the gnomes are far and away the most curious of the races to inhabit the realms.

Gnomes are a small race, averaging around two feet tall and looking for the most part like miniature dwarves [a contradiction in terms?]. It has been postulated that the gnomes and the dwarves are related, and both sides seem to object just a little too strongly to this 'accusation.' Gnomes possess quick minds and nimble bodies and their insatiable curiosity pushes many of them into careers as mechanics, inventors, and engineers - though it should be noted that said inventions [while elaborate, detailed and well thought-out] rarely, if ever, work. It is, therefore, quite dangerous to be working around a gnome that displays the twin signs of curiosity and eagerness.

Their size, of course, precludes most of the race from choosing an adventuring life as warriors or even thieves and most take up the path of clerics and mages instead, their keen minds very well suited for the intricate knowledge of the arcane or divine. There are stories about feral, barbaric gnomes that live to the far north, but it should be noted that these are mere rumors and must, of course, be taken with a grain of salt.

Goblin: A small, vile race with utterly evil intentions, the Goblins are a blight to the cities and settled areas which they have raided since time out of mind.

Their history stretches back for eons and goblins have been at war with the city-states of Kallisti for nearly their entire existence. Living on the outskirts of society, goblins generally settle in the quasi-wilderness south of the great city of Rommena or in the forest of Hoan-Dor. These tribes tend to make their encampments in dank, dismal caves and caverns and the occasional moss-covered ruin. A marginally more civilized tribe has settled in the rubble of a forgotten Elven city east of Midgaard and a limited amount of trade exists between the two settlements.

Small and dark-complected, goblins have broad, flat noses and sharply pointed fangs. They are very agile and strong [despite their size] and are quite at home both in the wilderness and in the large towns and cities across the continent.

Half-Elf Elves and Humans have been interbreeding for centuries, spawning the only mortally created race that inhabits Kallisti - the Half-Elf.

No one is quite sure when the first Human-Elf relationship bore fruit, but half-elves have been spread throughout the lands as though carried on the wind. They are found in all walks of life, from remote Druid enclaves to the bustling town centers of Rommena and Evermore. Despite this, most half-elves lead a somewhat difficult life - though they are the children of both races, neither one is willing to assume responsibility for this. As a result, most of them tend to gravitate toward the life of an adventurer and never stay in one place for very long.

Adult half-elves tend to be about the size of a smaller-than-average human. Their elven blood gives them keen eyesight [indeed, allowing them to even see in the dark], but other than their slighter frame, many could pass easily for human. All half-elves have slightly-pointed ears, one last holdover from their Fae ancestors.

Half-Orc: Half-Orcs are about as low on the social scale as one can get. Lower than full blooded Orcs. They are a cross of Orc and almost anything else. Orcs are not known for being picky about what they breed with. Most Half-Orcs die shortly after birth but a few survive. Many are quite intelligent for they seem to receive a fit body from the Orc line and the Knowledge from the other blood line. Since almost anything (save Goblins) are more intelligent than Orcs it would be a plus save for the fact of their low social standing.

Halfling: Small and agile, and gifted with social skills as well, most halflings can be found in the enclaves which they tend to make within large cities.

No scholar knows what beginnings the halfling race has had, but all agree that halflings [for some odd reason] don't make settlements of their own. Indeed, all known halflings tend to hail from one of the neighborhoods in the great city-states of Kallisti. These 'halfling ghettos', as it were, tend to be fairly open and welcoming toward members of that race but decidedly closed off, even secluded, from others.

Halflings resemble humans [in fact, they are distant relatives] but are only one-half as tall - hence the name. Other than the size difference, halflings may be found with all the physical traits as their larger cousins. Halflings are extremely dexterous, even more than pixies, and it is not unusual to see one or more of them in a carnival show or other form of entertainment.

Harpy: These interesting characters resemble a cross between a human and a large bird. They have large, colorful wings and talon-like hands and feet. Harpies are often very violent and greedy, possessing great stealth-like qualities despite their large size, and tend to stay in flocks of three or four. They answer to no one besides their queen, who believes herself a goddess almost and continues to wage war with many other races.

Human: As numerous as grains of sand, the human race makes up the largest segment of the population and is in control throughout most of the known world.

Originally conceived as a compromise between the gods, humans are [with the exceptions of Halflings and Half-Elves] the youngest of the races on Kallisti. Despite this, they have gone on to be come the most populous and can be found in every corner of the lands and across the seas as well. They are adept at nearly everything they try and it doesn't take long for humans to pick up new skills at all.

Physically, humans range from tall to small, from grossly overweight to very thin. Their hair colours cover the spectrum from black to white and their eyes may be any colour from midnight black to the palest blue. Furthermore, these variations may be found in all places that the human race has penetrated.

Hobgoblin: Cousins to the more numerous Goblins, Hobgoblins grow much larger. With an avid appetite for violence and destruction, it's a wonder the race has survived at all. As it is, they are not very numerous as most other races will attack Hobgoblins at the first opportunity. Over the past decades the most violent tribes have been wiped out and those that remain show some sign of civility. For that reason many of the other races avoid outright warfare on Hobgoblins but still tend to shun them.

Ice Men: The Ice Men live at the very peaks of mountains where the weather is much cooler and no one dares to go. Before the times of peace the Ice Men had began attacking the people of other kingdoms. They were great fighters and now remain in the mountains never venturing down. Their hair is of a pale blue and their skin is pale like snow. They are usually wearing simple rags even in cold weather.

Iksar The iksar are a tall reptilian race created by Cazic-Thule. Their major sphere of influence has always been on the continent of Kunark, where they have long been one of the primary cultures. The iksar have a rich but painful heritage. At one time, their Sebilisan Empire controlled Kunark with a fierceness and utter dominance comparable to that of the original Rallosian Empire on Antonica. Though they ruled Kunark with a might challenged only by the dragons themselves, the iksar have also undergone long periods of enslavement and humiliation. This history has caused the race to despise outsiders and depend only on each other for strength.

The architecture and design of the iksar is exemplified in Sebilis, Cabilis and the City of Mist, revealing a penchant for dojo-like structures and minimalist design. As a race, the iksar exemplify perhaps the purest form of evil on Norrath. Rather than wallowing in pettiness and corruption, iksar embody orderly, direct wickedness. They do not hide their intentions or practice subterfuge; they hate everyone openly and equally. The iksar are a very strong race, well suited for the physical combat styles of the fighter classes. Their keen intellect allows them to be powerful mages, with a definite emphasis on dark forms of magic. Their cunning nature allows them to be excellent scouts.

Kender: Ah, the Kender; that unusual race that you either want to love or throttle.

These curious creatures are not native to the realms. Legend has it that centuries ago several of these mysterious creatures 'tumbled from a hole in the sky and [as onlookers claimed] fell right into the fountain' of Midgaard's market plaza. Regardless, most of the Kender of Kallisti lives in or around the central city-state of Midgaard or in the heavily populated areas around Rommena or Evermore. There is a rather persistent rumor of a kender settlement to the southeast, but it hardly seems likely, as these creatures tend toward a parasitic relationship with other races. In combat, they favour a unique weapon called the hoopak, which is somewhat similar to a sling-staff.

Kender share many similar physical attributes with halflings, but tend to be a bit larger, about the size of a pre-adolescent human. Every last one of them has very long hair, which is tied up into a topknot to cascade down their back.

Kobold: Small reptilian creatures, the Kobold always travels in large packs. The typical Kobold tends to lean towards the evil side of things but it's not uncommon to find one of a gentler and forgiving nature; those individuals are almost always outcast from their tribe. Though somewhat brutal by nature, Kobold society will not harm these outcasts and in fact will lend aid to the isolated individual down on their luck. The small, thin frame of the Kobold does not give due credit to their actual physical strength, but their speed and quickness are their real assets.

Leprechaun: Mischievous by nature, the Leprechaun loves to poke fun at others in a harmless sort of way. They frequent forested areas but are also known to dwell in the attics of larger mansions of humans and the cellars of Dwarven and Gnomish strongholds. Most other races find their antics enjoyable when not directed at them personally and tend to take a liking to them as a whole. It's believed by most races that the presence of a Leprechaun to be good luck as they are very sensitive to the probabilities of luck and shun those they find to be unlucky. Leprechauns and Brownies do not seem to get along well. This is a real mystery as both races are goodly and fun loving in nature.

Lizard Man: Strong and brutish Lizard Men travel in small bands. They tend to live near aquatic swamps but are capable of life even in the dry desert. Unlike most reptiles they are warm blooded. They are excellent warriors as they coordinate well with their fellows to strike at a victim as a group.

Mermaid(man): Merpeople are aquatic creatures with the head and torso of a human and the tail of a fish, shark or dolphin. Merpeople often sing to people on the shore or in ships and cause them to be distracted by their work and many walk off decks to their doom or cause shipwrecks. Other merpeople are more human loving and rescue them from shipwrecks. Merpeople remember forever and if they are scorned by a human, or by a creature from any other race they will not stop until they are drowned. It is not unheard of for a human and mermaid to fall in love, but it is a love that can never truly work and it always ends in disaster. Merpeople often foretell of rough storms ahead.

Minotaur: Huge and strong, the Minotaur are one of the more reclusive races in the world and very little is known about them.

It was only recently that the great city-state of Mahn-Tor normalized relations with the rest of the civilized world. Before then, the thought of an entire community of Minotaurs was deemed ridiculous in most parts. Difficult as it may seem, Minotaurs are basically a good-natured folk [although more than a little abrupt with certain people] who make fine adventuring companions. Due to the disputes Mahn-Tor has had with outsiders over the ages, most of the populace is under arms as warriors and militia. A fair number of them are mages, too - one of the first legendary mages was a Minotaur who rose above the stereotypes of the race.

Minotaurs are huge; even the smallest of the race tend would make a fairly intimidating human being. Even more fantastic is that Minotaurs having a bull-like head and are covered head to toe with a dark brown to black fur. Both male and female members of the race are graced with two massive horns on the sides of their head and learn how to use them in combat at a very young age.

Mountain Folk: Like the Ice Men, the Mountain Folk live in the mountains, they are lower down however and are usually built for war, they have no real rulers and all work as a large kingdom together to harvest crops. The Royals of the Mountain Folk help the common folk in everything. Their crafts are very beautiful and the designs are always kept within the mountains. The Mountain Folk don't wear much in the way of jewellery, not even the royals do. Every one of them wears simple gowns and few to no pieces of jewellery.

Nymph: These little tikes are often mistaken for elves because of their appearance, but in reality, Nymphs are quite different. Much smaller in height and darker in skin color, these creatures are most well known for their peacefulness. They are guardians of the woodlands areas. Most of their magic is used for healing the little creatures, but it is said that one sip of their blood can sustain even a human for at least another fifty years. This rumor keeps them on the run, forcing them out of the woods and into villages to hide.

Ogre: Brutish savage, Fearsome warriors, Terrifying magi. All these phrases have been used by other races to describe the ferocious Ogre.

Ogres have a very complex culture based on the worship of spirits and the afterlife. This is the basis of the most vulgar aspect of their society: they are the only 'civilized' race known to eat other humanoids! In truth, however, ogres have not only a highly advanced digestive tract [indeed, reports from the northern settlements have told of large areas of trees being devoured by ogres unable to find other game] but the eating of their enemies is considered [for them] to be a way to take that opponent's abilities into themselves. Whether or not this is true, it certainly makes for a frightening story to tell oneself around the campfire on those dark evenings when something is howling in the distance.

Ogres are massive creatures, easily the largest of the civilized races on Kallisti. They are possessed of thick hide and large muscle structures, with general colouring covering the human range. As a race, they are considered by most to be slow-witted and, frankly, grossly inept. However, once in a great while, a blue-skinned ogre emerges from the rest with a keen intelligence and takes up the power of the feared Ogre-Magi of old. Most seasoned adventurers shiver at the prospect of facing an Ogre-Mage in combat and steer clear of areas in which they have been sighted.

Orc: Aggressive in nature and brutal to outsiders, the Orc is one of the most hated races in the land and seeks to usurp the Human position as the dominant species.

Orcs society is based around the tribe, with the leader of the tribe holding onto his position by a show of strength. In times past, tribes have been known to join together to form a great nation [usually with the goal of swarming another society under and pillaging their lands] that would operate in a nomadic fashion, moving from area to area and plundering as they went. The last Orc Confederacy was crushed by the King of Evermore nearly 500 years ago with the aid of the Arch-Magi Valarian, who aids in the defense of that city-state to this day. Most recently, however, the tribes are more or less solitary and it's no surprise that reports of intertribal warfare have reached the more civilized areas of the continent. These lone tribes tend to settle in the wilderness areas in all regions and are well-known for raiding any and everyone who settles around them. There are vague rumors of an army of Orcs having moved into the ill-fated Mines of Moria, but as they are merely rumors, we won't go into further speculation.

Orcs strongly resemble the human race, although their skin is a more dusky grayish hue. They also have pronounced lower fangs, which often jut from their lower jaw. Many orc tribes have individual glyphs and tattoos which every member of that tribe must have scribed upon his or her forehead at birth. In addition, other tattoos are added for such things as manhood rites and participation in raiding parties, etc. It is not surprising to stumble into an Orcish encampment and be taken before a leader covered head to toe in the unusual purple-black tattoos of his clan.

Pixie: Easily the smallest of the known civilized races, Pixies have perhaps the most advanced knowledge of the magical arts.

Despite their eternally youthful exuberance and their good, kindly nature, Pixies are quite closemouthed on their culture and society. No other race has reported seeing an actual Pixie settlement and the members of that race that congregate in the city-states around Kallisti are inevitably 'passing through' with no intention to stay. Despite that, their reputation for deft use of magic makes them fine additions to adventuring parties - usually as mages or clerics. One final note: recent travelers to the frigid wastes north of the mountains have returned telling tales of a feral tribe of pixies that have, by all appearances, 'gone wild.' Strange as this may seem, it bodes ill for the future of the race.

Pixies are quite tiny - the tallest of them standing about a foot-and-a-half tall - and hence weak and frail, but certainly make up for it in quickness and intelligence. Alone among the races, Pixies have delicate gossamer wings and may fly. Only the Elder share this innate ability, although without wings it is hard to tell just how they do it! Pixies tend to be very fair of hair with colours ranging from light reddish hues to pale blonds and eyes of a similar spectrum. Most pixies have a deep tan, suggesting that perhaps they make their homes in the forested areas where such colouring is necessary for survival. It should be noted that the so-called 'wild' pixies of the north are supposedly possessed of a pale pinkish skin tone and blend right in with the snow.

Sanctus Vesica: An ancient race, not many exist anymore. This is a race of the elements, normally found to be magical. They look like normal humans other than their gray eyes which turn pure whit during battle. This race is normally very serious in attitude not taking lightly to laziness or jokes.

Satyr: Satyrs and Satyresses are half goat, half human creatures that roam across the mountains and woods. They are often associated with frolicking, flirting and sex drive. Satyrs and Satyresses are very prone to falling in love and sleeping with Humans and other creatures, and other creatures are often drawn to the Satyrs flirtful nature and sexual ways. Satyrs and Satyresses journey naked. They make great Bards, but it is not unheard of that they would learn how to wield a weapon. They can be any allegiance.

Shadow Elf: The Shadow Elves are distant cousins to the Elves that populate the known regions of the Realms. Cunning and ruthless, Shadow Elves are one of the most feared of all humanoid races. They hail from a cluster of islands on the eastern most reaches of the Realms. Their society is based on one simple rule; the strong enslave the weak. It's not uncommon for a Shadow Elf to even place their own blood kin in chains. They learn to kill without mercy from a tender age.

One would think their reputation as stoic killers would bind their fate to the gallows but in fact it lends them some protection. Many rich merchants see the value in a bodyguard whose mere presence will ward away many would-be bandits. Due to the savage life of their island habitat, most Shadow Elves never live to die a natural death. Because of assassinations and their hatred for the weak and frail, few members of their sick society die of old age.

Talith: The Talith are a golden haired race with pale skin. They were the only race closest to an ancient race which disappeared long ago. They were called the Faeren. The Faeren were like the Seelie Wight’s in some ways and no other race ever had their power. Being long gone however, many only see ghostly forms of the Faeren, whether that is an illusion or not, it is not known. The Talith, like the Faeren, are nearly completely gone. There are very few left in these days.

Troglodyte: Dwellers of the world's oceans, Troglodytes are the only race adapted to life both under the waves and on solid ground.

Troglodytes are to the oceans and seas as humans are to the 'dry world' (as Troglodyte society refers to the continents), being the dominant race in their element. Unbeknownst to most surface-dwellers, the Troglodytes are engaged in an ongoing war amongst themselves for control of the world underwater. While the majority of them are found in the seas and oceans, a large number of them have taken up residence in the dank subterranean caverns several of the more mountainous regions and even live in or near the swamps south of the trading town of Boring. These are generally mistaken for lizard men, perhaps due to their physical similarity to that uncivilized race.

Troglodytes are roughly human-sized, with a thick hide of rough, leather-like scales covering them from head to toe. They have lungs as well as the gill system common in aquatic animals such as fish, allowing them to breathe with no difficulty on either side of the waves. Colouring generally ranges from a dark brown to ash grey, and nearly all Troglodytes have solid black or white eyes. Their bodies are completely hairless, as well.

Troll: Fierce as balrogs and possessing only the most rudimentary of civilized behavior, Trolls have one of the least developed, yet most feared, cultures in the lands.

Trolls hunt. Trolls kill. Trolls eat. Beyond this, troll society is, at best, sketchy. They congregate on the family scale, with only three to fifteen claiming a certain area for hunting and living at a time. Trolls are very nomadic as well, and families of them have been sighted on the outskirts of Dark port and then in the outlying farms of Rommena within a week or two. This mobility is part of what makes them so terrifying - one never knows when a pack of them will come upon the adventuring party in the late hours after the sun has gone down. The only safety precaution that seems to work is to have a large fire going all night. Adventurers who have fought against them have reported that they shy away from flames and are inflicted with heavier wounds when burned than other humanoids.

Trolls stand in the area of nine or so feet tall and, while lanky and seemingly ungainly, are filled with a tremendous strength and constitution that allows them to fight long after their opponent is flagging. One oddity: they have longer arms, in proportion to other humanoids, and more than one traveler has told of then running with a strange, though efficient, three-limbed stride that can overtake even the hardiest stallion in the short run.

Vampire: Vampires are an odd race as they are incapable of reproduction as most races know it. Vampires are capable of turning other humanoids into a Vampire by passing on a portion of their life force. This is never easy and the parent Vampire runs a great risk of death each time they multiply. Because of the dangers, they tend to shun the act of reproduction until they grow tired of their undead existence.

A typical Vampire will only be able to reproduce 2 or 3 times before the act ends his own un-life. Though feared by most races, they are tolerated due to their extreme volatility. Those that are of living flesh and blood seldom wish to risk death to vanquish them. As a rule the longer a Vampire has lived the stronger it becomes. It's rumored the first of their kind still lives nearly 13,000 years after his creation. If legend is correct, many of the lesser gods envy his power.

Werewolf: Werewolves are creatures that act like Humans save for every full moon they shape shift into a wolf-like creature. Werewolves are born werewolves and their offspring will be undoubtedly Werewolves, a normal Human, however, cannot become a Werewolf from a bite, like with the Vampire. When a Werewolf is in its wolven form it recognizes neither friend nor foe and will attack and kill everyone alike, even people they have known their entire life.

They do, however, respond to the call of their own kind and on full moon nights you can hear them howling in the distance. But you don't want to be near them. They have heightened senses of smell and hearing and are excellent hunters. Werewolves can be told apart from normal humans in the day by their bright yellow eyes. They can be in any allegiance.

Centaurs: Centaurs are a race of creatures that are part horse and part human. They have the torso of a human connected to where the neck of a horse would normally be. Their nature is one that is stuck between two worlds, the world of horses and the world of humans. They have an unruly, untamable nature but still many join armies in pursuit of gain. They make better cavalry than humans riding on a horses ever will. One mind is better than two.

High Elf: High Elves, or Koada'Dal, are the fair-skinned children of Tunare, Goddess of Growth. Tall and slender, high elves embody elegance and culture, having long made their home within the pristine stone walls of Felwithe. The Koada'Dal appreciates art and design, surrounding themselves with examples of their artistic and intellectual superiority. Above all else, high elves are an orderly and disciplined people. Though benevolent in nature, they look down on other races as being less pure than themselves. Their wood elf cousins exist chiefly to do their bidding, and most other good races are merely tolerated. Evil races, especially their mortal enemies the dark elves, are worthy only of a quick and efficient death. High elves see themselves as the chosen Elves of Tunare, a perspective that has caused the development of their well-known egos.

Wood Elf: Wood elves, or Feir'Dal, are the free-spirited cousins of the high elves. Far more tolerant of other races than the haughty Koada'Dal, wood elves are pleasant and friendly. They average five feet tall with golden-hued skin, blending naturally into the surroundings of their forest home. The Feir'Dal come from the tree city of Kelethin, a series of platforms and elevators built skyward into the awesome beauty of the Greater Faydark. Wood elves love celebration and song, dedicating their lives to the praise of their creator, Tunare. Their welcoming and accepting nature has lead to close ties to other races, especially humans. This particular closeness has, in turn, sired the vast majority of the half elf race.

Fae: The Fae were added with Echoes of Faydwer and Kelethin is their home, which they occupied after the Elves left. Fae are small and have wings resembling butterflies or other winged insects. The fae evolved from faeries and nature spirits to become larger and interested in worldly affairs, probably due to Tunare's Bloom. They are skilled with magic and prone to simple superstitions and belief systems. Many are prone to playing tricks on the unsuspecting.

Traditional stories about the Fae or faeries have depicted them as spirits of wildness and mystery, some of which were beneficial and helpful and others dangerous, mischievous or deadly. Modern writers have drawn from these tales and added their own changes.

Barbarians: Barbarians are a race of tall humanoids created by Mithaniel and Erollisi Marr. This hardy race originally settled in the cold lands of the north, building their city of Halas within the frozen tundra of Ever frost. Their buildings are somewhat primitive by Human standards, making use of raw materials and simple architecture. Interiors are often decorated with trophies from battle as well as skins and hides used as tapestries for recording their culture's history and lore.

The arrival of the barbarians on Norrath ushered in the Age of Blood. Barbarians moved outward from their northern home, initiating brutal battles with whatever races they encountered. Tribes would war with anyone, including other barbarians, as a means to grow in strength and power. Eventually the Marr twins sparked more insightful thinking among the barbarians, and these wiser folk became the fathers and mothers of the Human race. Barbarians are known for wearing their emotions on their sleeves, and have no problem with telling you exactly what they think of you. They will gladly back up their boasts with a show of force.

Erudite: Though descended from normal Humans, Erudites eschew all ties to their less intellectual ancestry. Disciples of the great mage Erud, they long ago left the shores of Antonica and headed west to the barren coast of Odus. It was here that the city of Erudin was founded as a bastion of intelligence and culture. With high towers built of white marble, Erudin possesses a lofty beauty unsurpassed by any other work of man. Some years after the founding of the City of High Men, a sect of Erudites began practicing the art of necromancy after obtaining the knowledge from the dark elves.

Labeled Heretics, these outcasts rebelled against their own people, and a terrible civil war broke out upon Odus. Magical forces took a horrible toll on all involved, and in a final epic battle a great hole was torn into the ground that touched the fringe of the Underfoot itself. Erudites consider all other races to be inferior, and have no qualms about saying so - especially regarding the kerra, who the Erudites see as little more than animals.

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A white haired human female walked through the forest. She was whistling softly, a smile on her lips. In one hand she was tossing a small purse that she had just stolen from the stupid noble who was traveling with only one servant and one guard. They had stopped to ask her directions when she spotted the fat purse. She didn't even need to get near the noble, just used the wind to cut the thread of his purse off and it fell to the ground as the started to move. Picking it up she continued on her way.

She noticed the forest around her darkening as the sun set. "Another night in the woods..." she said to herself. She wasn't to fond of sleeping in forests. Though she had taught herself to stay in human form for extend periods of time, the last eight nights in the forest was taxing. The trees were too close for her to take her true form, and she was starting to feel the need to take flight. "I need to find a clearing. If it's large enough I can at least sleep in my real form tonight," she murmured to herself.

Ashe heard a voice on the wind. "Huh?" She looked around, trying to find where the voice came from. She followed the sound of the voice when she found another woman sitting under a tree.

"She asleep...?" she asked herself. She looked the woman over, but didn't see anything of value. She walked over to another tree and sat down under it. "There's a strange wind around her..."