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Races/Characters

Humans

Name: Ryoto
Age: 24
Race: Human
Slave or Fugitive: N/A
Position In Regard to Race: Excommunicated Knight
Items/Weapons: Spear, armor plate, short sword
Magic/Spells: N/A
History: Ryoto was once a knight who was held in high esteem by all. Before the Great War, he had fought against the elves but quit half way through the struggle and since then, the knight has never been the same. During numerous council meetings, Ryoto has preached against the killing of other races and to instead make peace with them. These actions got him kicked from the council and from Knighthood.

Angry at the Council and of his own race, Ryoto disappeared from the spotlight for many months; not even his family knew where he had disappeared to. During that time of disappearance, Ryoto had meditated in the far mountains of Arachi, where he got a revelation; a world covered by darkness, where all races were torn apart. Afraid that this would come true, Ryoto started the journey home; a one month journey. Upon his return, the world had already changed. The war against the elves had ended and instead a greater evil had fallen across the land, just as he had foreseen. Not wanting the future that he had seen to come true, he planned a quest....
Appearance:

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Name: Luke Fabre
Age: Seventeen
Race: Human
Slave or Fugitive: Neither
Position In Regard to Race: Son of a not-so-noble nobleman. Luke inherited such a trait.
Items/Weapons: Luke wields swords and nothing else, and received from his father a rather nice blade.
Flamberge - A finely crafted long sword, lightweight and nicely balanced. The blade is made of fire, though it does not move at all, as if it were solid. It is semi-transparent, and is sharper than any other sword Luke's ever used. Unfortunately, he's never used Flamberge before, so he doesn't quite know its capabilities.
Magic/Spells: In contradiction with his fiery blade, Flamberge, Luke has the ability to conjure and manipulate ice.
History: Luke was born into a noble family of rather unnoble proportions. As such, Luke grew spoiled and crass, a terror to his parents. He was an only child, and thus, his parents had no other child to spend upon. And, having the money they did, Luke came out as he did.
His father and mother tried to keep him inside as oft as they could, but if Luke truly wanted to be outside, he would be outside.
Come the age of eleven, Luke began to demand his mother and father somehow teach him swordsmanship, for he would often love to watch the knights training. So, his parents hired a dancing partner (sword dancing, mind you) and Luke immediately began lessons. Seven years later, he was a highly trained swordsman who could, on occasion, defeat his master.

Then pandemonium began to stir. The Darkness began to threaten the world, the mythical creatures. War and the Darkness had always been there, but never so prominent as it was on Luke's seventeenth name-day. Sudden turmoil burst out in Luke Fabre's city, and he was separated from his family; death was all Luke knew could be for them, but he knew he could get away; he could get away, and he did. But this -- what the Darkness was doing -- Luke would not stand for, and eventually came to join a man that he heard was bringing together all the races.
Appearance: http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e157/Lancelot_Orien/Luke5.jpg

Elves

Drows

Dwarves

Name: Starker Verstand
Age: 36
Race: Dwarf
Slave or Fugitive: Fugitive
Position In Regard to Race: Fugitive Seer
Items/Weapons None
Magic/Spells: Starker Verstand is a very mental dwarf. He thinks a lot more than other dwarves do, and thinks very quickly and efficiently in relation to other dwarves. He is also a freak among dwarves, in that he is telepathic and telekinetic, and those are his only modes of offense or defense.
History: When most children are born, they come out crying. Not so with Starker. When Starker was born, he calmly looked around the room, looked at the doctor, and then looked at his parents. Not a tear was shed, not a single howl, but aside from that, he was a healthy baby boy. As he grew up, he stayed somewhat withdrawn and not as given to physical activity as other dwarves were. He would stay off to the side of the arena or the mine or wherever he was, and he would watch. He tended to stay in his "house" (Dwarves only were ever given a specific part of a cave or hall, and so did not have habitation as surface dwellers knew it), reading and thinking and doing a bunch of other unDwarven activities. As his knowledge grew, his powers became apparent. His parents would find him preparing dinner or doing chores just as they were going to approach him to ask him to do them. He began to play catch with his friends, but the ball would never touch his hands. It would approach him, and he would put out his hands, but if you looked closely, the ball would stop a quarter centimeter away from actual physical contact. It would move with his hands, and he would make the motion to throw it, but principles of inertia and other things like that weren't upheld as much when he was around. After a while, whenever his parents got angry with him, they would suddenly find themselves in a state of peace, with something on their minds that they just couldn't put their fingers on. All they knew was that it had something to do with Starker. And then he began to have dreams. Nightmares. He would wake screaming in the night, jabbering some nonsense in Dwarven about Warlock something-or-other. A few weeks of this passed, and he approached the King of the Mountain. He told him who he was, and what he had seen in his dreams, but the King, who was then almost completely consumed by the darkness, took no heed of his warnings. Three times Starker visited him, and on the third visit, the King was completely under the thumb of the shadow. He had his guards grab Starker, who did not resist them, as he had dreamt that this would happen, and take him into the prison. A few hours later, the King had his most brutal, sadistic guard take out Starker's eyes and tongue, saying that, with so many visions of the way things were and would be, he had very little use for them. Then he banished Starker from the mountain with only the clothes on his back and a farewell from his parents, who were loyal to their King. Starker paused at the exit of the mountain and tore a strip from one of his sleeves, tying it around his empty sockets so that he would not disturb to excess anyone who he met. He did this without difficulty, the pain of the torture that he had suffered through sharpening his mental powers to the extent of a second sight unhindered by light, a strength unhindered by reach or grip, and an ability to read and change minds without them sensing him. With no home now and nothing but his name (which, in German/Dwarven (take your pick), means "Strong Mind"), Starker decided to set out and find someone who would listen to him, hear his message of warning. And as he walked his new road, he searched out with his mind, and found .... Ryoto. He was, just now, an adolescent dwarf, barely 36.
Appearance: However gifted he may be mentally, he is sorely lacking in the physical sense. Not even reaching the one meter tall mark (about three feet), he is short even for a dwarf. He is also a near albino, with snowy hair and skin. His stature is far from robust; in fact, the better word would be sickly. He carries a walking stick to hold himself up on, and his clothes, while not common, are not luxurious either. The sleeve of his left arm is shorter than that of his right arm, with the missing bit wrapped around his eyes. Instead of heavy-duty boots favored by his underground kinsmen, Starker wears sandals. While his bone structure is definitely Dwarven, he lacks much of the raw muscle that they are famous for. As he is so young (for a Dwarf), his beard is short, and he lets it grow as it would. However, in spite of all this, he carries with him a confident air, lent to him by his extraordinary mind.

Hobbits

Orcs/Goblins


Name: Wickit Sprocket
Age: 57, in Goblin Years
Race: Goblin
Slave or Fugitive: Escaped slave from a tyrant.
Position In Regard to Race: Part Engineer, part craftsman.
Items/Weapons: Large bag of stuff. When I say stuff it comes between cogs and nobs to teeth and other random assortited things. A goblin sized axe and shield.
Magic/Spells: None, just creates things.
History: Wickit was a modern goblin trying to make his way in the world before the coming of darkness. He made various things from potions that made people grow to tremendous sizes, to little gizmos that blow up! He's a goblin, things that go boom make him happy. However one day he was stolen away by a tyrant and put to work. That's when the darkness hit, and while the Lord's troops were busy he made his escape. He returned quickly to his hut and retrieved his things and ran for it. He now travels from town to town to either sell things or do pleasure trips.
Appearance: Wickit stands at about 3'3 feet tall. He is usually carying a sack and a shield on his back while he holds onto an axe on his side, hanging off his belt. He wears a red vest and a small grey shirt. He can't wear pants or else he would fall so he wears black-ish shorts. On his head he wears a red bandana with goggles over it.


Pixie

Name: Anima Beowulf
Age: Nearly at her hundredth birthday
Race: Pixie
Slave or Fugitive: Fugitive
Position In Regard to Race: Princess
Items/Weapons None
Magic/Spells: Protection and healing spells
History: After escaping some darkness on her wings, she fled to a tower where humans lived. She was able to sleep with birds in their nests during the day and she had to be careful at night when out getting food. She had been spotted only once before, by a young soldier, but that would be the last time they saw each other. Anima had left the castle, after watching a man leave, fallowing after him.
((She does still own a corgi as a mount when low on energy))
Appearance: -About the size of two halves of fully bloomed roses

Djinn

Lizardmen

Various flavors of Were or Anthromorph
more on the way when more are suggested...

Hybrids

Name: Alyxandria Saal
Age: 20
Race: Half Elf - Half Lizardman
Slave or Fugitive: Neither
Position In Regard to Race: Captain
Items/Weapons Two Rapiers, A large, personalized crossbow.
Magic/Spells: The powers of mending. (Healer)
History: Although born incredibly different from the lizardmen, surprisingly, Alyxandria was accepted amongst them. Her anatomy and the smoothness of her skin is identical to that of a human's, but her skin's greenish pigment and the intense color of her eyes as well as the pupil's shape takes on the characteristics of the Lizardmen.

She had a natural love for the water, thus took up sailing- as her village was a harbor on the sea. As she grew older, she was often found as a stowaway on the ships, watching the sailors with awe. They then allowed her to travel as a sailor on the ships. She showed amazing progess- and eventually (when she turned eighteen) the people at the harbor gifted her with a small, scouting ship.

Alyxandria has never quite felt at home amongst her people due to her mixed blood, though she does care for them deeply as they seem to care for her. Nonetheless, always a strange lonliness lingers until she finds where she can be accepted completely and without question.

She now practically lives upon her ship, sailing around the lands and through the wider rivers in search of others like her...
Appearance:

Name: Anima Beowulf
Age: Nearly at her hundredth birthday
Race: Pixie
Slave or Fugitive: Fugitive
Position In Regard to Race: Princess
Items/Weapons None
Magic/Spells: Protection and healing spells
History: After escaping some darkness on her wings, she fled to a tower where humans lived. She was able to sleep with birds in their nests during the day and she had to be careful at night when out getting food. She had been spotted only once before, by a young soldier, but that would be the last time they saw each other. Anima had left the castle, after watching a man leave, fallowing after him.
((She does still own a corgi as a mount when low on energy))
Appearance: -About the size of two and a half of fully bloomed roses

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((I'm guessing you copied and pasted, Brocoli?))

((I guess))

((Let's get this bad boy started, eh? lol))

Ryoto looked back at the castle that he had once served proudly under. Even at this distance, it still looked remarkable; what a sight for the enemy to behold. Just the size and power of that structure could still strike fear in any orc or goblin, no matter the size of the assaulting army they might be in at the time. Even the mighty Warlock Ti'Rithwindren would look upon it as more than a stone in his path; it truly was the greatest work of man and that was why he had served under it so faithfully. It was for the glory of the human race.

But leaving it was the only way in which it would survive. The Council was corrupt and ignorant of the situation they were in and action had to be made, even if it did require being exiled. It was indeed a frighting situation. Sighing, the knight turned to his only two followers. They to had the look of fear in their eyes, a look of uncertainty that could tear a man apart from the inside. But they had to do this. With one final look at the marvelous castle, the knight quickened the pace of his horse and sped off into the darkness with his two comrades...

A pair of smooth, bare feet softly padded across the wooden decks of a rather small vessel. It was obviously well-taken-care of, as the wood was smooth, clean, and glossy. Elegant silver sails flapped in the cool night breeze, and wrapping around the bow was the carving of a fearsome reptile. The sailor on board was a slender female who moved rapidly back and forth across the decks, performing vaious jobs and tasks that needed to be completed.

Her skin was a tealish-mint, resembling the females of the race of lizardmen. However, her body resembled that of a human or an elf's. Strange looking at first, she had a strange sort of beauty to her...

Her dark blue eyes and reptile-like pupils widened as she spotted the mouth of the river she planned to sail. It was extremely wide- with only one very long, high bride that would allow those on foot to cross, and ships below to pass. Making her way hurriedly to the wheel, she powerfully began to turn the large steering mechanism to the right, turning the small vessel as she did so.

The turn was executed beautifully, as the ship glided into the river and began to drift with the current. The sailor onboard then took the sails down one by one, allowing the ship to freely move.

Walking gracefully across the deck, she entered her cabin and closed the door behind her, one would assume to either rest or begin mapping her course. The only light upon the ship was made from a lantern hung from the carving on the bow...