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 Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:21 pm
WELCOME TO THE INTRODUCTORY THREAD! Here you can come in, post your profile, introduce yourself and say hi to everyone! When Posting A Profile
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:25 pm
User: Arkane Name: Alexander Grievous Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Horror Height: 6'5" Weight: 176lbs Appearance: AlexanderAlexander has dark, shoulder length, blonde hair. His eyes are a aqua blue, and he keeps a golden globe shaped ornament around his neck; a piece of onyx is set in the center of it. His armor is pure white, but he generally chooses to wear it in battle situations only. HorrorAlexander has an inate ability to turn into a beast like being, as do all Horror's. The beast is called "Horror". Horror has pure white hair and red eyes. The globe is still present around his neck, though the onyx does change to a ruby. His armour changes from pure white to a black spiney casing. The armour does not come off in this state. Misc Artz:--The fallen------- Arts--Stnding Guard-- ArtsClass/Profession: General, Paladin, Prince Association/goup (if any): The northern country of Argrus Weapon(s): Alexander wields a holy blade called: "Mateus", but it changes along with his body when he turns into Horror. The blade becomes evil and darkend. The massive two handed blade is called "Fenrir", it is a silver bladed sword forged by commision by his father. Special Skills: Alexander has a Rannx around his neck, the globe. This necklace grants him powers of holy abilities, but also dark property magics while Horror. He is also considered the best swordsman in his country next to the legendary Agrus. Personality: Alexander is a stern, yet compassionate man. He prioritizes the lives of many over the lives of few, but prefers to keep everyone alive. His duty to his country comes before most other things, but he will tend to be lenient for good causes. His men are his family and he would rather fight and die with them than retreat to safety. Most other people are not truely important to him, but he will humour them with his attention, and presence. Horror is a much more twisted person. He has no remorse for killing friend or foe. He is considered a soulless being and something that craves nothing more than blood. He tends to go on rampages that end with horrible memories for Alexander, and for the people who may have survived. Horror is an abomination and is something that Alexander refuses to release. Background: Born in Argrus, raised by a loving mother and father (his father being a Horror, and his mother being Human, he took the traits of his mother over his father), he enlisted into the army as an officer due to his fathers high rank. He climbed the ranks slowly at first showing no real outstanding qualities over the rest of the soldiers. However, when war broke out he quickly acted and stopped a force of 3 000 men against his 500 soldier brigade. After that he was promoted, and continued to prove himself as a tactical genius. Now he is a general of his army and is still proving himself against the armies of other nations. Horror first showed his face when he was twenty, he destroyed half the country side before he Horror released him and became dormant again. Since then he has never been seen again. Other: Alexander is usually in the company of several hundred soldiers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Agrus Age: 63 Gender: Male Species: Human Height: 6' 11" Weight: 235lbs Appearance: AgrusClass/Profession: Captain Association/group: Country of Argrus, Alexander's army Weapon(s): One big ******** sword; please view "appearance" pic. Special Skills: Being a human he is diverse in many different things. His age has significantly slowed him down, but has also heightened his strength ten fold. Agrus can move, lift, carry, etc something that could take ten able men to. Also, his presence is very effective in boosting morale. Personality: Agrus is a very kind man. He will be lenient and friendly with many people, but when it comes to the enemy; he is a ruthless killing machine. His honour and kindness only stop him from mutilating his enemy. He believes in mercy and second chances. Background: Born into a noble family Agrus was trained in the ways of old swordplay techniques. In his day, the man with the bigger sword won. He spent his entire life training and fighting in the army and worked his way through the ranks. War's that only came few and far between were brief and offered little in the way of rank progression. However, he did save the king and was put in charge of watching over the young prince, as well as being promoted to captain of the guard, and taking the place as one of the military consultants of the crown. When the king had a son, Agrus was put in charge of watching him and in fact, raising him. Agrus is like a father to Alexander and has been watching over him for 23 years. Only He, the king, and the queen know of what Alexander is capable of. Other: N/A -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Leo Gimvale Age: 20 Physical Age: 20 Gender: Male Species: Cursed Horror - Same as Alexander's form of Horror, only he is 'cursed' meaning that he is stuck in an in-between state of human and horror. He can take the form of human or Horror, but it only lasts for a short time. However, one perk to his curse is that it increases the abilities of each form by ten fold, and gives him the standard abilities of both human and Horror while he retains the 'cursed' half and half state. Height: 6' Weight: 135lbs Appearance: Leo Class/Profession: Assassin of Divin Association/goup: Divin Hierarchy Weapon(s): A long sword made of black steel, claws, knives, anything that is lithe and deadly. Special Skills: Besides that skills that come with the abilities of the Horror and Human, he has only his assassin skills. He can stay hidden in the shadows, sneak up on his enemies, and other assassin based traits. Personality: He jokes about everything, and most people can't tell whether he is serious, or joking. He uses this to his advantage as it keeps people guessing about his true nature. When it comes to business he gets rather serious and will kill without mercy. As an assassin he is very detached from people, and possessions. He'll be open with strangers, but will never create any sort of friendship and definitely is not interested in relationships. Love is his bane. Background: As far as he can tell, he was born in Divin. His father died when he was young, but from records that he had found in his city and what he could get from his mother, he may have been born out of the country. It wasn't until his ninth birthday that he discovered that he was truly different from the other children. Horns and other demonesque traits were showing up all over his body and soon, even though he retained a fairly human appearance, he looked like a demon itself. His powers grew from that day on. When he was twelve his horror reared it's ugly head. Any friendships that he had ended that day and he was taken into the service of the Duchy of Divin. His past started to unveil itself; his birth in Argrus and his family’s abandonment of him. He learned of the two siblings he did have, but not of his parents. He did not bother to pursue them as he had long since out grew the need fro 'real' family. The Duchy of Divin has since used Leo as an assassin of the court; eliminating any and all foes that may stand against their hierarchy. Other: Seems to have his own agenda, or is in league -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- User: Arkane Name: Giovanni Dresner Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Human Height: 5'11" Weight: 176 Appearance: Since this is my 4th character I'm aloud to do this! GiovaniGiovani ArmoredClass/Profession: Monster Hunter Association/group: None Weapon(s): Supremacy Blade (7ft Katana, made from several Dragon fangs), 10x throwing knives, 1x exploding barrel. Special Skills: Monster Tacking, Hunting, Capturing, and Slaying. Proficiency with over sized weapons, moderate swordsmanship skills with over sized weapons, moderate accuracy, forging monster based weapons and armors. Personality: Giovanni is a lively fellow with a get up and go kind of attitude. He can rarely stay in one place long and usually likes to be doing something with his hands. When he's with a group of people he likes to be able to get his say in. Normally when hunting in a group he finds a way to get the kill before anyone else, or take charge in general. However, when the situation gets a little to drastic he prefers to be led, or to run, than risk his life. Not one to really back down from a fight. He is slightly arrogant and pig headed, but only when provoked by someone. Background: Giovanni - aka. Geo, was born to the northeast part of the continent. It is considered by most to be the most desolate place on the face of the planet. However, Gio came from one of the several pockets of warm, habitable places in the wasteland. There he was able to chose his own path and do whatever he wanted. His father was a run-of-the-mill farmer and his mother was simply a farmers wife. Gio picked up his first weapon at the age of ten. A simple Kukri was all it took for him to slay his first 'monster', a deer. The town could see that the boy had talent and the local Monster Hunter guild offered to train him for a reasonable fee. Since then Gio has hunted beasts of all sizes and shapes. From vicious over sized crickets, to Giant Crabs, to Wyverns, and even a few of the Legendary Dragon breeds. In fact the sword that he uses right now came from the fangs of Teostra and Lunestra; sister dragons that plagued the northeastern lands. Recently Giovanni has been doing a little more traveling and has found himself wandering half way across the country. Other: Gio's sword is considered to be of the ice property. His armor is fireproof. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 Character Pending.
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Hiryu Domochuku Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:30 pm
User: Hiryu Domochuku Name: Shurui Rippuku Age: 27 years old Physical Age: Same as above. Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Weight: 210 lbs. Appearence: Shurui has a muscular build from endless days of forging weapons and armors in his small home within the mountains near Kaito. From those endless days of work, he had gained a dark tan. Having not cared for cutting his hair, it reaches beyond his shoulders, having a dark brown colour. Shurui's eyes have a very unique trait to them, being grey seems normal but the fact that sometimes they seem to spark orange....quite a mystery. Normally Shurui is seen wearing a long brown cloak that covers everything but his head but underneath his clothing, a thick set of black armor. Other then that, on occation and when he is blacksmithing....he wears much more casual such as overalls. Angry Shurui! XD Class/Profession: Blacksmith/Unknown Berserker Weapon: Wielding a single blade that took nearly a year to forge, it was based upon a blade from long ago....said to be the dragon slayer such a creature that was only a myth. He has named it unknown rage as he believes that it has a deep connection with the rage under his kind aura. Special Skills: His only two unique skills, the uncanny skill to forge anything from nothing....being one of the very few people who still practice blacksmithing. The second skill being his ability to go berserk, with unheard of strength and speed and a madness and bloodlust to kill, it is said that the berserk state has three stages beyond the first stage is completely unknown in this day and age.. He also has spent many hours in the mountains perfecting swordsmenship with his blade. Personality: Shurui has a kind and warm aura about him, he shows kindness to almost anyone and avoids conflict. Although if he believes in something, he can be stubborn and a great sense of justice for those who do wrong against him. However, he is completely different when he goes berserk.....his entire psychy is filled with rage and hatred....a unstoppable killing machine to be blunt. Background: Shurui was born in a secluded part of the world, his parents rised him right normally...trying to keep proper morals and teach him to be kind despite how people reacted. However, his family lineage held a trait within them, that of the berserker since ancient times....it was when their secluded home was raided by Imperial Soldier that this first time that trait appeared in the young Shurui, it resulted in him losing his family and getting rid of those soldiers, it has created a tense relationship between Shurui and any Imperial soldier he comes in contact with. However, he did not grieve too long as he knew that continuing life was what he needed to do....so he grew and kept his principles from his parents, started a living as a blacksmith. Other: His reputation of blacksmithing has given him the nickname of the forger.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:47 pm
User: SlimmerCat Name: Cornelius Louis Vashni Age: 249 Physical Age: 20 Gender: Male Species: Aeternix (plural Aeternae) [Picture to come] They are an ancient species of which only a handful are left. A part of Aeternix culture is that a rannx is chosen for each child before they are born (Hatched, really; Aeternae come from eggs.) and are connected to their rannx from the beginning of their life. Because of this (and the natural penchant for magic that all Aeternae share) they are gifted with extreme magical potential in that they are able to perform magic from a very young age, with very little training. They can perfectly perform spells with ease that would take a normal human years to learn, and are extremely powerful in this way. A war several hundred years ago between the humans and Aeternae nearly wiped out the entire Aeternix race. The Aeternae were powerful, and they knew it; in their pride, they attempted to take over the capital of Vargrim, and a long and bloody war ensued for the next twelve years until the humans found out the Aeternae's weakness. Godwin, Cornelius's father, who was an ambassador to the humans, helped vie for the surrender of the Aeternae. Unfortunately, the terms were that the war would only stop unless the Aeternae agreed to banisment, leaving the country of Adela to be divided amongst the nearby nations. They did not agree. The humans' 'secret weapon' was used against them, and all but a handful of the Aeternix race was wiped out. Their country was split in two, with one half of it going to the central country, and the rest of Adela being reserved for what few Aeternae were left. Of course, despite this, the other races moved in (the Aeternae couldn't very well defend themselves, could they?) and soon they were intermixed. The Aeternae no longer have a homeland and are unwelcome everywhere. Height: 5'11" Weight: 96lb Appearance:[Without the cloak][Other magical stuff [With his Aeternix Tattoo][With a glowy butterfly][MOST UPDATED]Class/Profession: Priest/Monk/Scribe Association/goup (if any): Alexander Grievous and the Argrus Army. Weapon(s): Magic, he would use a sword if he had one Special Skills: He is a learned herbalist, mage, fencer, and is learning to be a scribe. Not to mention the extensive skills of his species, which give him agility, speed, strength, and magical power surpassing that of a normal person if he ever were to tap into them (which he almost never does). His Rannx is a ruby ring on his right hand. Unlike most of his species, he can read and write. Personality: He's very quiet, a little underconfident, and a complete pacifist. Due to his seclusion in the monastery, he doesn't know much about the outside world or the current events of Vargrim. He outright refuses to swear fealty to anyone out of a fear of upsetting the balance of power; anyone he gives his alliance to would have an advantage over other parties. (E.g; if he were to pledge allegiance to a king, the king's enemies would be at a great disadvantage to have Cornelius as their enemy, and vice versa.) He has a chip on his shoulder from being put down and hated by nearly everyone he ever came into contact with because of his species. Background: When he was young, he always admired his father, Godwin Vashni, who had been the man to (attempt to) convince the human government of the time to sign the treaty to end the war between humans and Aeternae. He spent a much time with Cornelius and taught him how to fence. As Cornelius grew older, his father allowed him to be apprenticed to a priest in a monastery in Brumae Ensis at Corneilus's urging, where he spent many years being tutored. The people of the monastery, all human, remembered the war and distrusted Cornelius and his family. A young girl there, Albeo, however, was kind to him and they became fast friends. After a year at the monastery, Cornelius visited his father for Augustus Deis [see below]. After only a week, Cornelius returned to Brumae Ensis immediately and secluded himself in the monastery, having almost no contact with anyone for several years for a reason only he knew of. Albeo eventually left and moved to Kaito, giving Cornelius his only reason to leave the monastery: to periodically visit her. Since The RP Began: Cornelius was eventually excommunicated from the church after being framed for murder (Really, the High Priests were getting tired of Cornelius living so long, and needed a reason to get rid of him due to their hatred of his species and a fear of the power he held.) and was stripped of his Priest status, along with all the rewards and duties that came with it. He trekked from Brumae to Kaito, hoping to find a home with Albeo. The day of his arrival, however, he was involved in a large, very bloody battle, and subsequently asked to join the army of General Alexander Grievous of the country of Argrus. That night, Albeo was killed, and the next morning, Cornelius agreed to fight under the General in his army. He has since assisted in killing two wyverns. Homeland: Brumae Ensis, the capital city of the northeast kingdom of Adaela. Other: Being a priest (or at least, so he still claims), he follows the customs of his religion. These include celebrating Augustus Deis, a holy day [April 28th] that the people of Brumae Ensis celebrate together. In the two weeks before Augustus Deis, while most of the people are celebrating, the apprentice priests go through much training and a fast, ending it on Augustus Deis, sort of an initiation process for the apprentices. The older, more experienced priests, however, go without eating for the entire month, also ending their fast on Augustus Deis to celebrate with the people on the last day. Although not wealthy enough to 'celebrate', Cornelius does continue to fast in April. They also believe that, when a person (usually of their own religion) dies, an angel of some sort must be placed over their tomb (be it of stone, wood, or otherwise) to protect their body and guide their soul to heaven. Without this, they believe their soul will never find peace and they will wander the earth as a ghost for eternity. On his right hand are two tattoos: an crossed-arrows-X symbol on his palm, the symbol of his species, and a cross on his wrist, the symbol of his class/profession. All Aeternix have such symbols to identify them from the rest of the population. ~~~~ User: SlimmerCat Name: Birgit Dolman Age: 22 Gender: Female Species: Human Height: 5'6" Weight: 112lb Appearance: Short bright red hair, blue-gray eyes, freckles, slim and slightly muscular build; she usually wears boyish clothing (pants, baggy shirts). She’s busty and easy on the eyes, but not outstandingly good-looking. Class/Profession: Formerly the baker’s daughter; the baker was killed in the wyvern attack on Kaito. No real profession of her own. Association/goup (if any): None at the moment. Weapon(s): A simple black-handled dagger that her father gave her when she turned 18; bow an arrow, when she can get hold of one. Special Skills: She can shoot an arrow like nobody’s business, and is more athletic than the average girl her age, but nothing necessarily exceptional. Personality: Stubborn, but caring. She won't take crap from anybody, and is more than a little proud of the fact that she can hold her own in a fight and can cook better than three other people combined. Background: Born and raised in Kaito, she knows how to cook, hunt, and use a sword from her father. She wants to be a tracker, but there is little use for it in Kaito. She was pledged to be married to a young man in Kaito (Jeremy Lewis), but it is assumed that he is now dead. Since the RP Began: Her father (and probably her fiancé) were both killed when the wyvern attacked Kaito, and her family's bakery is now a pile of ash in the square. ~~~~~~~~ I'm Cat, I live in the US, and I fancy myself a pretty decent roleplayer. My art site is here, if you wanna check it out. Be sure to check my character's profiles every now and then, I update things rather frequently. Thanks.~
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 9:56 pm
(( ninja ::poofs in and steals fourth post reservation:: ninja ))
User: ReViVeD
Name: Cairynn Kalas
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 101
Appearance: Cairynn is a small, fragile woman with light blonde hair. Her hair is so blonde, that in the sun, it almost looks white; however, there is a single black streak in her hair on the right side that falls in front of her face. Her skin is flawlessly pale and her eyes are light gray. Usually, Cairynn tries to cover her face to keep her beauty hidden. There are many rumors as to why she hides her beauty.
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Class/Profession: Leader of the Runners
Association/group (if any): Rebel
Weapon(s): Two dirks daggers. The first has an eight inch blade. That handle is made of maple, and in place of a pommel, the wood is carved into a horse head. The second has an eleven inch blade and the handle is made of cocobolo. Much like the first one, it is without a pommel, but instead of a horse, it is carved into a howling wolf’s head.
Special Skills: Cairynn is able to manipulate shadows, whether it be she summons creatures, teleport herself, create solid objects, mindtransfer, etc.. Her rannx is a silver necklace with an obsidian stone.
Personality: Cairynn is much of an emotionless person. She hardly feels sympathy, or any other emotion, for that matter. At times, though, she is known for being cold to others and yet, she maintains a sort-of “friendly” way about her. She is confident in her abilities, and is sure to let that confidence radiant off of her. Also, she is quite a narcissist. There’s no possible way to predict how she’ll act.
Background: Never meeting her mother had a major impact on Cairynn's life. She was raised by her father, and being his only child, she was taught all the points in being an assassin. Cairynn was raised to become what she is now, a void of all emotions. She cannot comprehend the emotions of others or even her own. At the age of twelve, Cairynn and her father began to create a resistance group, however, later that year, Cairynn's father passed away for reasons that Cairynn refuses to speak of. The following few years, Cairynn began to pull things together for the resistance by herself. While she planned for the group, she would wager bets with drunkards that she could beat men three times larger then her. On her 17th birthday, Cairynn founded The Runners. Up until now, Cairynn has been taking small assassin-type jobs and spreading the word about The Runners.
Other: Ever since birth, there has been a problem with Cairynn’s eyes. In light, everything in her vision is blurred and it’s difficult for her to make out figures. In the dark, she is able to see people’s auras. Mainly, Cairynn attacks or fights at night.
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Name: Dante Macabre, real last name unknown.
Age: 82
Physical Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Dhampir
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 165
Appearance: [x]
Class/Profession: Mercenary
Association/group (if any): After betraying Cairynn, Dante found himself leaning over to Aanetra's side since he offers pay.
Weapon(s): A large sword that has a five foot blade and a ten inch handle. The sword is exactly the same height as Dante.
Special Skills: Being a dhampir, Dante is given his share of vampiric power. He is able to leap great distances, let himself fall into a bloodlust, a heightened sense of strength, speed, etc., and the ability to manipulate animals. He does not possess a rannx.
Personality: Dante will act however you want him to act, just so long as you pay him. His true nature is that of an egotistical, shallow cold man.
Background: Not a whole lot is known about Dante. Instead of socializing, he'd rather kill. All that is known about him is that his father killed his mother after she gave birth to him. About twenty years later, he avenged his mother's death and killed his own father. From then on, he wandered around the lands and towns, lending his power as a mercenary.
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User: ReViVeD
Name: Demetri Rosenthal
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 5’11”
Weight: Approximately 150 lbs.
Appearance: Dark brown hair that almost looks purple in the light is styled short and is pushed back. Just a bit of stubble lingers on his chin. His eyes are wide and are the color of slate. His frame is lean with little muscle and is adorned in clothes suited for traveling. Atop his head sits a wide-brimmed travelers’ hat that matches his coat, which is a dark, reddish-brown.
Class/Profession: Medicine man
Association/group (if any): None yet
Weapon(s):
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Personality:
Background:
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Yeah, kay. First off, you can either call me ReV or Lina. I have a million nicknames it seems, but those are my most popular. Rock music is my life and it's like "whoa". I heart art, running, hanging out with my friends, driving really fast, and fat ponies. I'm a senior in highschool and my teachers are slave drivers. Uh, what else?
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 6:43 am
(( Heeeyyyy! Remeber me?!))
User:Midnightelf
Name: Zola Grey
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 118
Appearance: Looks like avatar: Green eyes, dark cropped hair. Her outfit consists of dark blue riding pants and a grey jerkin. Also she carries around a dark coat.
Class/Profession: Witch
Weapons(s): A knife, magic
Special Skills: Weather/Wind magic
Rannx: A copper compass with a magic sigil on the front
Personality: Zola is a free spirit and likes to do things her own way. She has a sharp wit and usually says the first thing that pops into her mind.
Background: Zola has been traveling for as long as she remembers, training in magic. Not much is known about Zola's home town and she is frequently unemployed.
Other: 'Zola' is a latin name that, ironicly, means 'Earth'.
Oh, yes. Well I'm Midnight and I live in the US and spend my saturday mornings learning to drive. My life consuming passion is any type of art, be it visual or performance. And I'd just like to say that I am very gitty that the guild is back.
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Midnight Ana Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:49 am
User: Vanair
Name: Wynn "Roa" Garuem *Ga-Rue-Em*
Age: 167
Physical Age: Appears 23, actually 167
Gender: Female
Species: Human, but no longer appears it. Often called a Witch or Demon.
Height: 5'7
Weight: 123lbs
Appearance: Wynn was once a beautiful young woman. A blademaiden of an old time. Long locks of rich brown hair swirled and dangled around her frace, faming her cream coloured skin. She was wanted by many, her figure slim but her body strong. Her deep dark brown eyes cooed many men to their knees and commanded with intense, powerful lips, ripe and red. Her presense was part of her appearence, strong, confident, knowing. Dressing in gowns and blade maiden garb she was always seen in form fitting attire that hugged neatly to her thing body. A sheath and sword at her side and gloves on her delicate hands.
Now however much has changed and she does not appear to be the same woman.
Her cream and full skin has turned white, pale as the first snow in the coldest of winters. Soft features are now harder, colder as time pulled at her beauty. Her eyes faded from their previous deep brown to the golden colour of an evening sunset with rims of blood red containing that pure gold. Roa, as she is now called, has hair silver like the bangles of queens and the shine of moon. Only small traces of her once lush brown locks strand through the silver that now coveres her shoulders and trails down her delicate back. Her clothing now consists of leather armour, leggings and tunic beneath in the spring months. Her sheath and sword still resides at her side, the blade firmly set in place. Gloves, no longer dainty and pure, now black leather and solid cover her hands and an strange chain is seena round her neck.
She is still a masterpiece of many human generations but now... she does not appear to be what she once was. Her ears have elongated slightly with time, her eyes narrowed more and her nails have become sharp like knives.
Class/Profession: Mercenary and hermit now, Previously Wynn, First Order of the Knights of Cavingam, Daughter of Talius Guardian to King Fredran, Maiden of the Noble House of Garuem
Association/goup: Perviously alligned with a noble human kingdom that fell before the turning of the Vargim royals.
Weapon(s): A single long sword, katana like in nature but broader and stronger and hand to hand combat. The blade is old and there are none like it in the countries now. On the blade is an old writting similar to that of runes but etched hard and scractched almost unreadible over the years.
Special Skills: Wynn was, in her early years a herbalist and potion master. Roa now retains those abilities as well as her uncannt intelligence and memory of her 160 some-odd years on Vargrim. But she also has the ability to call upon the earths plants, vines, trees for whatever she wish. It has futhered her abilities as a herbalist and allowed for her to basically dissappear. But with this ability came a prolonged life as well as physical changes many would not favor.
Personality: Wynn, the blademaiden was kind but strong. She had a compassionate way about her and was recorded in history as a great leader. Roa, the woman Wynn had become is bitter, seclusive and independant. She care's little for those around her save the trees and forests of her home. Roa has even abandoned her old beliefs in protecting people to looking out for her own skin.
A hermit, a bitter woman and hunter who works now only for money should she need it.
Background: Wynn Garuem was a noble woman, a maiden of the old court of Kurath-A noble country of the eastern coast of the Adel Sea. Over 170 years ago it had thrived as a most powerful nation, strong, confident and kind to it's people.
But war began.
Civil war broke out, fueled by neighbouring nations, while Wynn was young and she lost her parents to this. The King was lost as well, the Queen bed ridden for most of her years. All that was left was the Prince, a young man Wynn had known dearly, and cared for.
They were to marry, they were to be King and Queen of their dying land in this time of trial. The night before one of their greatest battles an old begger woman had come into the city and begged to see the king. Granting this woman the audience she came not to see the king but bowed before the soon to be Queen Wynn. At her feet she begged her to ride south in Battle, to fight and the day would be glorious. She revealed herself as a profit and as Wynn had planned to ride either way she granted the woman her wish.
It was on the battle, the worst she'd even been through that Wynn had been wounded. A blade had struck her down and the maiden lay bleeding amoung her dying men. The foe they'd encounted was not from the Civil war but from another place. All of her men perished and she was soon the last on the field. It was here that begger woman came to her, it was here that begger woman whispered words into her ear and gave her a pendant that glowed with a golden green hue, the emblem of a thorn in the center.
When she awoke the next morning her wounds were healed a bit and she began the travel home. It was there she found the city sacked and in ruins. Every last man woman and child dead, the city burning to the ground. Fearful that all was lost she took to the woods and was never seen again.
In the histories it was written that Wynn Garuem died on the battlefield for her country like so many others. Her body never found, her story an old legend mothers and fathers whispered to their children years after. Since that time she's been a wandering hermit, hiding from the world all she can and never letting a soul know of her past life.
At times she herself even forgets but the memories resurface like old wounds.
No one knows her true idenity. All they know of her is that she is the Hermit woman Roa. She ives in the mountains just north of Kaito in a small forested area. From time to time some people dare to see the Herbal Witch as they call her, for help. When she is appraoched she often aids but only if they bring compensation of some sort. But many have also attempted to appraoch her with hostile intentions and have never been seen again.
Other: She is both the hero and the demon of stories to children, famous in both ways. Very few know her but all know about her as the ageless Herbal Witch.
Edit/Stuff found through role playing that should be added so I remember and don't forget to include them later!
Title: Wynn, First Order of the Knights of Cavingam, Daughter of Talius Guardian to King Fredran, Maiden of the Noble House of Garuem, and Queen of Kurath
Kings Last words:
"I promise. I'll come back."
"Wynn, please. Let the others take care of it. You're no longer a Knight, you're-"
"I will always be a knight. Always. I promise. I'll come back. We'll win this. We've done nothing wrong. We're a strong people and this city has never been breached."
"Please...."
"I'm not afraid."
"It's alright to be afraid. You don't have to-"
"I am not afraid. We'll be fine. I promise.
Dead-Hubby: Evrin Harcourt King of Kurath
Townspeople:
Bregan, The merchant
Jacob, Bregan's son
Well, that was relatively painful...
Hi. I'm Van. Or Vanair. Of The Van. Or hell, Lisa if you want to get into it. I'm the university student who has soooooooo much time on her hands. The novelist wannabe that you all know, love and hate.
RP WITH ME! I declare with naughty and kind intentions all the same. Creative I guess, but just mostly bored... LETS GET THIS RP GOIN!
And yes, I do have a rannax.... silly Hiryu.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:36 pm
User: Alon
Name: Hikaru Satou
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 186 lbs.
Appearance: Hikaru is fairly average in terms of appearance. As is usual, he has a few scars, isn’t small or large, old or too young. Hikaru has black hair that he lets grow long, and usually pulls back into a ponytail, only letting it hang freely at his father’s important social gatherings.
Hikaru usually dresses in dark clothing that is on the more extravagant side of the spectrum, but is still relatively modest, considering the wealth of his family. He always wears a small diamond stud earring in his left ear.
Possibly the only major thing, appearance-wise, to note about Hikaru are his eyes. His eyes are an eerie shade of blue that leads most people to believe he is either blind or has cataracts, despite his perfect sight. Many have described Hikaru as ‘intimidating’ or ‘threatening’ solely due to the appearance his eyes give him.
Class/Profession: Unemployed, now doing odd jobs when needed.
Association/Group (if any): Hikaru has no associations since leaving the rest of his family.
Weapon(s): Hikaru usually carries several smalls knives he primarily throws, as well as a fencing sabre he is adequately trained in the use of.
Special Skills: Being a natural athlete, Hikaru possesses decent reflexes, speed, and strength. However, his most special gift is the ability that got him kicked out of his home. Hikaru has the ability to intensify, dim, and move light. He more commonly uses it practically, (i.e. Blinding opponents, lighting a room) but if he greatly intensifies light on a flammable object, he can start fires as well. Hikaru refrains from doing this, however, because he loses control of the fire once it has started.
Personality: Hikaru was formerly a very kind person, always willing to lend a hand, rarely caring what it cost him. However, following the incident detailed below, Hikaru tended to distance himself from others and found himself becoming very blunt, stating the truth, as he saw it, with little regard for what anyone else thought of it. On occasion, however, Hikaru finds himself acting normally again, helping others and trying to do what he believes is right. However, recently, in relation to over-experimentation with his powers, Hikaru is slowly losing his sanity.
Background: Hikaru’s early life was a very pampered one. Born into a rich family (With two brothers, one two years younger and one his twin) led by his father, a ruthless businessman, Hikaru had little sense of money or suffering in his youth (Ages 1-7.) However, at his mother’s request, upon his eighth birthday, Hikaru began to attend public school, as well as work with many of the charity groups in the area. Hikaru quickly developed a kindness and understanding of the world that he maintains today. From that point on, Hikaru gladly devoted his free time to helping the community in anyway he could, and he lived a perfectly normal life. On his thirteenth birthday, however, his mother decided it was imperative that his left ear be pierced. Despite his lack of understanding, Hikaru’s ear was pierced, and a small, diamond stud earring was given to him by his mother. He was instructed by her to never remove it, and until this day, he still has not.
However, it was about that time that Hikaru’s life took a turn for the worse. He and his twin brother, Tsubasa (Who had been given a similar earring that day on his right ear…), had always enjoyed going off on small 'adventures' around the outside of town together. These trips usually took them fairly deep into an abandoned part of the town they lived in. It was during one of these trips, while 'dueling' inside an abandoned hotel that Hikaru discovered his ability to change the light in the room. Despite being afraid at first, the two boys quickly calmed down and began to experiment with Hikaru’s new power. After several hours of experimentation, the two had devised a game where, upon concentrating, Hikaru would create a sphere of light using all the light in the room, and Tsubasa would then attempt to catch this light while Hikaru made it dance around the room.
The game went on and entertained the two thoroughly, until Hikaru lost his focus momentarily. He moved the light several feet farther than he had intended, and the light hit the side of the room, instantly setting the rotting wood aflame. In fear, Hikaru immediately ran from the room and began to make his way back down the street to his home. However, after several moments, he noticed that Tsubasa was no longer behind him. Turning around fully, he saw the building burning and knew it would be moments before others saw it and arrived. Worrying for his brother, Hikaru ran back into the building and began to search for his brother, however, by the time others arrived and he was pulled out of the building, he had still seen no trace of his brother, dead or alive.
After the fire had been put out, Hikaru was interrogated about the events that had let up to the fire. Upon answering them truthfully, he was largely regarded as both a freak, and the cause of his twin’s death by all. Including his father.
As his mother quietly sobbed behind them, his father promptly kicked him out of their home, instructing him to live on his own, and never return.
And Hikaru did. He left the town, wandering from one to the next, feeling nothing but regret, sorrow, and pity for himself. It wasn’t until seven years later (Age: 20) that Hikaru was brought to an epiphany while begging for money. Upon telling his story to a stranger, the stranger asked him a question in response. 'If you didn’t find your brother inside the building, isn’t it possible he, too, had a gift, and that he’s still alive?'
With his current reality shattered by the question, Hikaru promptly left and began a search for his brother that would last for the next two years, up until now.
Other: N/A. For now.
NOTE: I told you I'd edit it later... Although I wasn't expecting to make an entirely new character. Oh well, I like this one better anyways.
As for me, you can call me Alon, Hunter, or Thomas, whichever takes your fancy. I'm 17 and a junior in High School, I live in Texas, I play Varsity soccer and run track. I'm into all kinds of music, play the drums all the time, and I really enjoy writing when I have the time to between everything else I do.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:08 pm
Hi everyone! Nice to meet you guys! ^_^ I look forward to future interaction! User: Pixiemist Name: Aiden Kaine Age: 23 Physical Age: 17 Gender: Female Species: Dark Myth, a being of horrific ancestry, this race never had an official name and thus was referred to simply as the Dark Myth. Height: 5'2 Weight: 102lbs Appearance: AidenViewing the world with dark yellow eyes, Aiden is in turned, viewed as a monstrous and destructive being. Her features add on to that notion but within her own kind, she is treated as a delicacy. Short silver hair and a grey complexion aleviates no such comments and her abnormal ears and freakish limbs are of no exception. Donned with a winter cloak of sorts, Aiden is lightly veiled beneath to keep a warm but breezy outfit. Class/Profession: Underground assassin/bounty hunter Association/goup (if any): None, however, Aiden has few friends whome she is loyal to. Weapon(s): ShinkenThrough her right palm, Aiden can pull a sword out. This sword has been with her since birth and her hand is the handle. Aiden's sword is of a strong metal and cannot be broken simply by pure strength. Special Skills: Aiden has two abilities that she can fall back on. She is able to control and manipulate ice(compliments to her mother's side) and through her father's genes, she is able to call forth a dark and eerie substance that has an acidic like effect. This substance is similar to water only thicker and with fewer resources(as is, water could be provided near lakes and seas). This black cream or sorts is harder to control than ice, although it is much stronger in comparison. Because generating and manipulating the dark substance(tainted water), Aiden has mind lapses from times to time, a point where her mind shuts down on her and she blacks out. The dark art that was passed down from her father was not meant to be used in such an early stage, nor is it meant to be used exceeding the user's capacity. However, she has become a prodigy of sorts and pushes herself depsite warnings and lapses. While these lapses are nothing more than black outs, Aiden usually ends up with harsh headaches and not to mention, these lapses can occur at any given moment, and may last from several minutes to a week. Personality: Aiden, despite her position and race, is rather outgoing and outspoken. She tires of boring people and objects, however, has no problem with relaxing in silence with an open view. Aiden could be described as a person who never forgets and never forgives. She holds grudges for any who has wronged her and although her wrath may lesson for certain people, the scars left on her are similar to actual scars, in that they will never heal completely. Always the first to talk back or challenge, Kazuri loves pushing people to their boiling point but like any respectcable character, knows when to stop for her own sake. Of course, world affairs have nothing to do with her and unless there is a situation that concerns her, Aiden keeps out of most affairs. As carefree as she is, she may come off as cold and quiet during most times, which is only because she is usually alone and with a heavy thought. Background: Born as a chaotic child, Aiden was given much freedom in her childhood. However, because her race was unknown to most, she was either considered a fable or a threat. When the latter interferes, she, along with her family must act out in order to survive, resulting in senseless bloodhshed. In order to aid her closest companions(which are rare and few), Aiden has had to leave her group several times, forcing her to adjust to the rest of the world. Soon, she tired of her group's routine and thus seperated with her own kind. Now, she takes on assassinations and hunts for fugitives, whichever her mood fixates on for the moment. Though, she is her own master and by no means bends towards another being's wishes unwillingly. Other: Aiden has a companion, Mekkhale, whom she has travelled with for about nine years. He too is of an unknown race and is roughly referred to as a Night Stalker. Closely resembling the wolf, what differentiates them is that the Night Stalkers have a third eye and can speak telepathically. Rannx: Around Aiden's right wrist hangs a silver pendant. Hun from a silver chain, there is a grey stone at the end. This stone is a part of her and is also a channel for her powers. Roleplaying Sample: The rest of the walk, Mizuri had nothing to say and so she decided to remain quiet. Surprisingly, she took to this group rather well. She would have left the group a long time ago had it not been her strong code of commitment to everything that she sets out for. That along with the fact that every group has problems and that it takes time for any two people to get acquainted let alone this gigantic mob of a group. It wasn't a secret if anyone there was observant that she was growing tired and strained by all of this and the sad part was that they haven't done much of anything yet. When Leon took off, Mizuri had a foreboding feeling. One that told her that something was going to go wrong. She hoped that it wasn't the entire plan or the attack on the enemy. That might cause casualties, injuries, even deaths. Though she didn't really care for who died or not, she didn't want to witness the first real battle to go down in such a way. No, that would mean failure and she did not accept failure. Failure would hit her hard and would scar her more than a death of a member would. Sad but true. Mizuri's thoughts were pulled away when Leon suddenly shouted out some vulgar words. Soon, she could see, that her feeling was right. Something did go wrong. Something silly and pointless, an event that shouldn't have happened in the first place if only they had a more competent leader. It seems as though he tripped over something or maybe made a mistep, leading to his uncalled for tumble down the hill. He hit quite a few things and although it looked painful, Mizuri was more worried about the enemy than she was for Leon. If he made any more noise than that, the battle could have been over before it even started. When Leon asked if there was anything else left, Mizuri only sighed and shook her head. Her head shaking wasn't in reply to Leon's question, it was more of a disappointed shake, one that was replying to the tumble just earlier. She didn't want to say anything further for she knew it wasn't going to account for anything. It's not like any of them would listen. At least not most of them. When Matthew finally finished his distraction, Mizuri decided that it was time to start the plan. If they waited any longer, no one would be able to take responsibility if the enemy finds out that the mocking images are only illusions. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her senses and picture the river down below. Whether or not the rest of the group was moving, she did not know nor did she care to take notice. Though she didn't need to close her eyes, it was a good way to concentrate when in a noisy or distracting atmosphere. With the breeze blowing by slowly, she took in a deep breath before picturing the waves in the river. She saw the ripples, they were toppling over each other. The smaller ones were clashing against the bigger and wider ones. This continued on for a few more seconds until Mizuri raised both of her arms, simultaneously the waves were raised into the air. She opened her eyes to see one huge rogue wave, easily over two hundred feet. It was rather easy, she thought, having all of the necessary resources to do it. Of course, holding it in place until Lahki came in was a different story. She needed to stay focused and strong if she wanted to keep the wave in place. The entire process took under a minute and if Lahki and Celest don't hurry, the enemies will definitely know that something is wrong when they see a huge wave standing still in mid-air.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 12:18 pm
Yahahah! I have returned to Gaia! ...sorta... ninja
I hope it's okay for me to play two characters
User: Water Sorceress
Name: Lisa Reikin
Age: 23
Physical Age: 23
Gender: female
Species: Human
Height: Five feet five inches
Weight: 125 lb
Appearance: Lisa, unfortunately, can easily, very, very, very easily be mistaken for a male. With short hair that barely touches her shoulders, a flat chest, and almost no hips, the martial artist has been called a "him" or a "he" more often than she's been called a "her" or "she." Fortunately, Lisa doesn't mind being mistaken for a guy, it's only when her friends call her a "he" or "him" purposefully does she get annoyed. The fact that Lisa loves baggy shirts does nothing to help her look feminine either. It also doesn't help at all that Lisa's skin is rather tanned and the palms of her hands are covered with calluses from working out in the sun with her three-section staff.
The martial artist always dresses in blues and violets with the exception of the occasional red or gold. Lisa is usually wearing a dark blue vest-like gi with a lilac oriental shirt underneath and a pair of loose, dark blue pants. There is a band of gold along the edges of her lilac shirt and the buttons are also the same shade of gold. A thick, yellow body warp holds Lisa's gi together and a coarse red rope belt with a long, leather bag hanging from the side. Lisa always wears the same pair of combat boots everyday, claiming that it hurts her enemies more when she kicks with said boots on.
Class/Profession: Lisa is officially a treasure hunter, bounty hunter and/or a mercenary, depending on the situation, but unofficially, she is sympathetic towards the Runners. It is only her partner that prevents her from becoming fully involved with the conspiracy.
Association/group (if any): Lisa is officially neutral but unofficially against all corrupt polititions/royaly/nobility.
Weapon(s): Lisa has a pair of fingerless leather gloves with metal knuckles and a metal three-section staff that she's been continuously lengthening since she was seven. Thankfully, she had enough money to pay all of those blacksmiths.
Special Skills: Lisa can manipulate other people's spells given that she has some time to "find" the strand of magic that belongs to that person's. She can make a spell stronger, weaker, or even divert the magic off course. However, Lisa can only manipulate one spell at a time, she isn't strong or skilled enough to try and mold two spells at once nor is she good enough to manipulate spell after spell without rest. She also can break enchantments and the like; the stronger the enchantment, the more time Lisa will need. Lisa is also a very skilled martial artist, even if she is more or less self-taught and better at street fighting than any official types of kung fu or karate. Her father taught her how to use her three-section staff.
Personality: Lisa is head-strong, stubborn, sometimes sarcastic, somewhat reckless, carefree and has a very strong sense of justice. She is very forthright and blunt because she does not like talking in circles. However, Lisa is also very friendly and trusting and tries to see the good in everyone. She hates greedy and selfish people and cannot understand what has happened to the ruler of the world that she loves.
Background: Lisa was born the daughter of a bounty hunter father and a treasure obsessed mother. She would often find herself being dragged adventure after adventure with no real place to call home. After her parents finally decided to settle down and have a nice, quite life, Lisa was addicted to the excitement and adrenaline rush of chasing a criminal or finding some new artifact. Thus, when Lisa was twenty-one and her parents bought a nice, two-story house on the outskirts of a city, she left on her own to search for find her own adventures. Lisa has a golden cotton glove with red lining and designs that was given her by her parents when she was very little. She wears the glove under her left gauntlet and she never takes is off unless she's showering or washing her hands and even then, Lisa would keep the glove between her teeth, just in case.
Other: Lisa hates, hates, hates, anything that should be dead but isn't, such as zombies, vampires, or mummies. She also got thrown in jail once because of her big mouth.
And here's is Adrian:
Name: Adrian Shuling
Age: 121
Physical Age: 29
Gender: male
Species: Shadow wolf (shadow wolves are something similar to an almost perfect human/wolf hybrid. Shadow wolves have slightly longer ears, thicker hair, slightly longer arms and shorter legs. They are have enhanced senses of hearing and smell and they can see clearer at night. However, almost all shadow wolves hate getting up in the morning, as they are more nocturnal, and their minds are more wolf-ish than human. They can also shift into the shape of a wolf and control the shadows to a certain extent. Shadow wolves live for a very long time, mainly because as a shadow wolf grows, his "shadow" slowly more and more sentient and more unwilling to die. The shadow begins to do anything within its power to keep its "host" alive for as long as possible.)
Height: Five feet seven inches
Weight: 145 lb
Appearance: Adrian, partial due to the fact that he's a shadow wolf, has particularly thick hair that he had surprisingly wrestled under control with the use of scissors and a lot of hair gel. His hair somehow thinned and ended rather gracefully at the nape of his neck. Adrian's blue, almost violet, eyes were rather narrow compared to his friends' and his skin was rather pale for a shadow wolves. He also has rather feminine features, a round chin and rather soft facial features. Once, Adrian lost a bet to Alex and had to dress up as a girl for an entire day. Not one person, other than Lisa and Alex, figured that Adrian as a girl wasn't actually a girl. Adrian's narrow shoulders and lean build doesn't help him look masculine at all.
Adrian always wears a long vest with a high collar that hides multiple throwing knives and needles that he uses as weapons. He usually wears black pants, soft black shoes, and a dark shirt underneath the vest. Adrian also wears a pair of black gloves that he never takes off, just in case he has to do something...less than legal.
Class/Profession: Adrian is, both unofficially and officially, mercenary, treasure hunter, and bounty hunter.
Association/group (if any): Adrian's only "associated" with his partner. He's rather die than get himself involved in politics.
Weapon(s): Adrian's vest hides many, many, many kunai and needles. He also has a sword shaped pendent that can morph into a long katana when necessary.
Special Skills: Apart from being an expert swordsman, Adrian can "hear" what the shadows are saying. He cannot become one with the shadows and walk through walls or warp to a different location like some other species, but to him, the shadows are his eyes and ears when he is indisposed of. He can also create a Scout, which is basically an extension of himself made of shadows that Adrian uses to reach places or deliver messages that he cannot otherwise reach or deliver respectively. Adrian can also manipulate his shadow, but no one else's. On a full moon, when his power is the greatest, Adrian can manipulate both his shadow and any shadows directly in contact with his own.
Personality: Adrian's mentality is very similar to that of a wolf's. He could are less about people that he doesn't know yet is extremely protective of his friends. He wants anyone who wishes harm to him or his loved ones dead and he would much rather not involve himself in any situation unless absolutely necessary. Adrian is also very paranoid about everyone he doesn't know; this might explain why Adrian's list of friends can be written on a one square inch piece of paper with room left over. However, to his friends, Adrian is generous, benevolent, and even a bit shy.
Background: Adrian's parents were victims of politics, which is why Adrian despises royalty, nobility, and/or anyone else that is connected to politics. Adrian was then adopted into a pack of shadow wolves that lived in the forests and had little to no contact with society. Later, Adrian's curiosity got the better of him and he left the pack and journeyed into civilization. It didn't take Adrian long to learn that he cannot trust anyone in the strange place where he was considered a "savage." Adrian grew increasingly paranoid and many would claim that he's a bit bipolar. However, Adrian eventually met up with one Lisa Reikin under the most unusually of circumstances. They ended up in the same jailhouse in the same cell. The two developed a tenuous alliance to break out of jail and afterwards, Lisa decided that Adrian was "too lonely of a person" and somehow convinced him to become her partner in bounty hunter, treasure hunting, or whatever else she was doing.
Other: Lisa is the only person Adrian would listen to other than the alphas of his former pack. While Adrian would much rather kill his enemies, Lisa has slowly begun to convince Adrian that mercy is far better than ruthlessness.
Okay, those are my two characters, so a little about me...I guess...
I'm from around and I like drawing and reading and math. Yes, math, I am indeed a math nerd. XP
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:07 am
User: Arikame
Name: Atsuko
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon hybrid
Height: 5'8
Weight: 112 lbs
Appearance: light-reflective Eyes of the purest silver set in a youthful, and at times, almost childlike face. The left becoming inversed in colour pattern when enraged. Often covering those eyes is long free hair reaching her waist, being gold in colour. Usually clothed in lightweight wear, the woman is often seen in what one would describe as a blue, wide-sleeved short-robe with a winding white vine print that ends mid-thigh, along with a black belt over the left shoulder which holds Atsuko's longspear to her back, disguised as a large and very tall parasol. Her gloves -when not worn- hang off of the same belt. Her greaves however, are always worn in lieu of regular footwear. To conseal her inhuman attributes the young woman wears a hat to cover her ears and horns, but seeing as how her tail's always in plain view the attempt at disguise is a failure.
Class/Profession:Magic lancer/fighter. As far as jobs go, Atsuko has none.
Association/group: None, as of yet.
Weapon(s): Tailor-made gloves and greaves, a longspear, and wire.
Special Skills: Studying mainly magic in her spare time since childhood, Atsuko has become adept at the art. Able to utilise elements such as lightning and ice, her greatest trouble though is stamina, as she never seems to have enough to cast many spells in succession -infact, the hybrid can't seem to throw out more than two or three at most without draining herself. To make up for her lack of staying power the dragoness prefers to use her ability in unison with her close-range skills, or her longspear. With time and concentration Atsuko is able to shift from a humanoid, to a dragon reaching one-and-a-half times the height of a steed.
Personality: Once upon a time she was kind happy and carefree person to a fault, but her years of travel and earning money as an entertainer, then a guard have taught her that the world she previously lived in was just a piece of a larger, harsher world, decaying under an unknown force. Thus the woman today is not exactly as she was years ago, and has moments where she can even seem as if she's paying absolutely no attention to anything or anyone -no matter who's addressing her. On the inside however the hybrid is paying perfect attention, and still far from heartless, she is often willing to lend a hand in any situation.
Background:Atsuko was born in a once secluded, lively town deep within the drake territory. But that peaceful life had been briskly yanked out from underneath her paws the night that town was seized in a surprise ambush... In the name of the emperor. Managing escape the hybrid's flight first landed her in a small town where she met a lone blacksmith known as the forger, but her stay was short-lived and after repairing her equipment her continued journey soon brought her to Yasuirando, where the woman made her living providing entertainment for residents of the imperial palace with dazziling displays of magic and hand-to-hand (Or more like foot-to-face) combat. Soon enough the woman was recruited into the emperor's guard, being plucked out for her talents but it wasn't long until she deserted, irritated and feeling suffocated by the corruption that surrounded her.
Other:Atsuko's Rannx is a chunk of quartz carved into a sleek dagger, hanging from a short chain that connects to a white leather collar.
A little about myself? well...
I live in Ontario, love art, anime and drawing, games, music, reading and cooking.
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