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 Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:07 pm
With your character, you must stay correct with the lore of Astrodoth. That means no modern day things, no races that are not TOA related races, and no mysterious lands. You must be from one of the regions listed, one of the races listed, and you cannot be overpowered. Thank you for your time!
(PLEASE FOLLOW THIS FORMAT!! I WANT THE BOLD STUFF AND EVERYTHING!!)
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Title:(only obtainable over time, exept for MODs)
RP Samples: (Must be at least a paragraph, and great quality)
Also, as mentioned above. You may add whatever you think we need to know. But everything on there (Armor and weapons of course an exception)must be included in your profile.
Here is my profile, and you all must make profiles similar:
Name: Arkidisey Arinari
Age: 462
Height: Eight foot, four inches
Weight: 2317 lbs.
Race: Half Shadow Dragon
Gender: Male
Class: Dragon Adept
Likes: The Plane of Shadow, Zarbusianzi, Serrizar, His weapons
Dislikes: Lawful people, Good people, Light, Lesser races, Green dragons
Personal Treasure: His weapons
People he likes: His son Serrizar, his mentor Zarbusianzi
People he hates: The followers of the God of the Sun, followers of Gods of Law, Lesser races, Green dragons
Personality: Angry, Clever, Power-hungry (at times), Evil, Care-free
Magical Items Carried: Burning End and Shadow Brother (scimitars), Chaos' Soul (two bladed sword), Shadow Striker (bow), Ice, Fire, Water, poison, and sleep arrows. thirty each. His Armor, his cloak, his gloves, his belt, his helmet, his amulet, his ring.
Appearence: He is 8'4 with large, scaley wings. The scales seem transparent. as if shadows themselves swirl inside them. His eyes glow purple, and fume shadows, as well as the two large horns of each side of his face; curved and reach out an inch past his face. The helmet he wears covers his face, huge grusome, sharp teeth at the mouth, horns rimming his chin. Ark's Helmet is made of magically treated Black Mithral, the sign of darkness engraved on his forehead. The eyes are curved up, and the chin itself has five horns on it; three in the middle and two at the sides. All of these horns, exept for the teeth, are Ark's natural horns. He wears magical studded leather armor, the studs are made of Zarbusianzi's blood, and will absorb any darkness discriptive spells or abilties, and will knullify any evil or chaotic based effect. His cloak is engraved with the sign of his family running down the front, it had a large, elongated hood that covers his head, and runs over his eyes just a bit, but allows people to continually see his purple, glowing stare, the way he wears it. Burning End is a long curved blade that is tinted blood red, shrowded with a dim aura of darkness, the darkness itself running around through the blood red blade. The draconic runes for "Burning End" also are engraved in the blade, On thought, Ark can make Burning End's effect activate, a never-ending blazing fire which covers the blade, smoking shadows from its tips. Shadow Brother is tinted blue, with the same clouded darkness Burning End has. It is cold and almost frozen, fuming ice-cold shadows, which are transparent like dry ice. The draconic runes for "Shadow Brother" are engraved down the blade as well. Chaos' Soul is 10 feet long, but can close into 6 foot long, being placed at Ark's back. The two blades on each side of the polearm sparkle with red electricty and a red glow; negative energy. The blades themselves are Black in the middle, the edges lighter, but seemly made of a dark material. The form of the blades are frozen in a swirve, like a kriss-knife. The same form of blade goes for Shadow Brother, which is held in his right hand.
History:
Arkidisey Arinari was born in the city of Black Scale Hold, a human/shadow/black dragon city. It was seiged and destroyed by the Green-skins, or green dragons. He and his friends set out from there, being the only survivors. Along the way Ark found out about his ancestor, Zarbusianzi; a great and powerful Shadow Dragon, who taught him in the ways of the Dragon Adept. After being trained in the Plane of Shadow, Ark re-grouped with his oblivious friends, who were told that he did not find his ancestor. Much was lost about his history from there, how and why he split up with his friends. They do say however, he faught with a nameless orginization, who, they say, controlled the continent from behind the scenes. But even that is not known, for there is no apparent evidence that he did.
Deity: Zssigori'gana
Affilliations: The Souls, Black Scale Hold Academy
Weapons: Burning End, Shadow Brother, Chaos' Soul, Shadow Striker
Armor: Set: Shadow of the Draconis
-Shadow Skin(Studded Leather)
-Shadow Gloves
-Shadow Boots
-Ring of Shadow Impurity
-Shadowscale Belt
-Mantle of Shadows
-Amulet of Shadow Seeing
-Mask of Shadows
Title: "The Shadow in the City in Shadow"
-Armor: Ark's Shadow Skin is extra tough, self-repairing, and lessens Darkness, Evil and Chaotic attacks
-Cloak: Ark's Mantle of Shadows shifts and changes texture, making him harder to see.
-Gloves: Ark's Shadow Gloves allow him more Strength
-Boots: Ark's Shadow Boots allow him more balance, dexterity, and agility
-Helmet: Ark's Mask of Shadows makes him immune to gasious poisons, unable to be killed by any small to medium sized natural head injury, and allows him to see in magical Darkness
-Amulet: Ark's Amulet of Shadow Seeing allows him to see thing otherwise unseeable, and makes me more wise
-Ring: Arks Ring of Shadow Impurity makes him immune to mind-affecting effects and able to hide him alignment of evil
(PLEASE FOLLOW THIS FORMAT!! I WANT THE BOLD STUFF AND EVERYTHING!!)
Name:
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Race:
Gender:
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Appearance:
Likes:
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Personal Treasure:
History:
Magic Items:
Personality:
Deity:
Affilliations: (Cults, factions, armies, etc)
Weapons: (Optional)
Armor: (Optional. Can also be included into appearance)
Title:(only obtainable over time, exept for MODs)
RP Samples: (Must be at least a paragraph, and great quality)
Also, as mentioned above. You may add whatever you think we need to know. But everything on there (Armor and weapons of course an exception)must be included in your profile.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 12:29 am
Name: Aspen Erin-Seithe
Age: 22
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 117
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Cleric
Appearance: She was a woman of no real beauty; she was plain in most respects, with metallic blue eyes that seemed eternally half-closed under lids heavily made up in a mixture of purple eyeshadow and black mascara. Her lips, which drooped down somewhat at the corners, were coloured dark purple as well, and when she managed a smile, it revealed her off-white teeth, which are somewhat crooked on the bottom row. Her waist was slender and her arms somewhat muscular, her breasts somewhat too small for her frame and fingers lithe and delicate, as is needed for the casting of priestly spells. The feature that most noticed almost automatically, however, was her hair, which had to be the best feature on her. It was pure black and shiny in the right light, and heavily curled, so much so that she had to put it up in order for it to not go flying everywhere. The texture of it was incredibly soft, or so reported any who had somehow been able to touch it, and contrasted almost eerily with her pale skin. Her clothing was dark purple in colour, the top portion reaching from the edges of her wrists, to high on her neck, to just above where the bottom portion began, which was a skirt that reached from her waist to her ankles. The entire thing matched; the sleeves, neck, and back of her top was a royal purple, white the rest was black, and the skirt was entirely purple, save for a black portion in front, reaching the full length. In her possession is a small necklace, which she refuses to remove, that declares her a member of the Lords of Dust.
Likes: Cold weather, her religion, bloodshed
Dislikes: Hot weather, people in general, being called "short," being looked down upon due to her beliefs
Personal Treasure: A plain, silver necklace with an amethyst attached to it, a gift given to her when she became a cleric.
History: Aspen was raised by her parents until the age of six, when they were killed in a plague that swept over her town. Shortly afterwards, she was taken to an orphanage in her town, and started exerting strange healing abilities, though they were extremely limited and took a lot of time to be put into use. When she was thirteen, the orphanage ran out of funding, and she took to the streets, intent on making her way as a healer, when she was found by the cult the Lords of Dust, and was made a cleric. Four years ago, the cult was abolished by the local garrison, and she left the town, vowing to recruit more to the ranks of the Lords of Dust.
Magic Items: None
Personality: Silent most of the time, but a devoutly outspoken person when it comes to her faith. She views most people with disdain and absolutely no trust, though she can start respecting people if they prove themselves worthy.
Deity: Xillixanna [Not a real deity.]
Affiliations: The Lords of Dust [Cult]
Weapons: None
Armor: None
Title: None
RP Samples: Quote: Sorry if it's a bit too long. I get inspired.
"Where are we?"
Andrien glanced over his shoulder as Eili stuttered the question, an obvious look of disgust and annoyance playing on his features. "I already told you," he said in that utterly pessimistic you're-obviously-an-idiot-so-I'll-make-it-simple voice of his. "We're journeying to the Pool of Jevoken, which will lead to the tomb of your dearly departed sister, Aderianna Emthrien."
Eili nodded. "Yes, I know that much, but where are we right now? We were in the Academy for a moment, and now---"
"We're in the Academy cellars," Andrien sighed. "Weren't you paying any attention to where we were going?"
"My mind was on... other things..." Eili muttered, looking away with a bright blush. Andrien paused for a moment to glance at her again, then quickly maneuvered back to where he had been.
"Well, try to stay focused. I might not be able to enter the Tomb, which means that the task will fall on you."
"Mm-hmm," Eili said softly, and their descent down the slick staircase continued in silence, save for the scampering of rats or the dripping of water in the distance. Here and there, the torches had gone out, casting the pair into utter darkness, though it didn't seem to stop the ambitious Andrien's pace. Several times, Eili found herself in total darkness that threatened to send her down the stairs, but at every time the blazing fire of the next torch came into her sight, and she found she could go on. However, the silence was starting to get to her, and a sudden urge to hear Andrien's voice seized hold of her, and she blurted out, "Andrien, I love you, you know."
"I'm perfectly aware of that," came his reply, though she couldn't see him in the darkness before her. "That's why you're as useful as you are."
Eili smiled weakly. "I... do you love me, too?"
There was silence for a moment, and finally he said, "Don't bother yourself with foolish questions, Eili."
She swallowed hard; was that a "Yes, I do, don't kid yourself" reply, or a "No, but I'm trying to spare your feelings" reply? Nervously, she twisted her light red hair into small knots as she pondered it with fierce uncertainty within her. She had thought that, by what she had done for him the night before, she had secured herself a place within his heart, but was that even possible? The man was attempting to become a god, and also attempting to cast away his human emotions, but did it also mean rejecting her? Rejecting her emotions as little more than mortal foolishness?
"We've arrived."
Eili glanced up, not having noticed that they had reached the bottom of the staircase. Before them was a large oaken door, paneled and lashed together with heavy irons. Painted on the front was a rune composed of a large slash down the centre, followed by a half-circle within the slash. It was painted in black paint, but as Andrien and Eili approached it, it began to glow a soft red, as if in warning.
"It's a rune of warding," Andrien clarified. "It warns all who follow a deity, other than Betryn, to stay away."
"Will it keep us from the Pool?" Eili asked.
"No," said Andrien. "It's just a warning, after all, but we should be wary, regardless. We don't want to have hordes of Betryn's Chosen raining down upon our heads." Without another word, he raised his ungloved right hand and pressed the door open.
The room before Eili was one of pure marble, formed without flaw in the seamless white and reaching up into a domed ceiling. The walls were constantly being blasted upon by the reflections of light off of a large pool of water in the centre of the room, which seemed to be the only thing lighting up the chamber. Wordlessly, Andrien moved inside, and Eili was quick to follow.
As she approached the pool, she got down onto her knees, peering over the strange water, careful to keep her hair from falling in and causing some disturbance. She could see nothing within the blue depths, not even her own reflection, and somehow that gave her the chills.
"Try putting your hand in," commanded Andrien as he sat beside her. "We'll see if you can go within."
"Aye," Eili nodded, and placed forth her right hand brushing the surface with her skin. The water was frigid to the touch, sending a shiver up her arm, and she drew her hand away quickly. The water seemed absolutely unaffected, and she glanced over at Andrien.
"Looks like you're fine," he said softly. "But what of me?" His right hand, the ungloved out, shot out, and plunged into the icy water. Still, the water stayed the same.
"See? You're good, too!" Eili said happily. "So we can go in together!"
"I don't think that's the exact case," Andrien muttered, and he reached out with his left hand, the one clothed in his black leather glove. Before he could get within a centimetre, however, the water turned a bright, crimson red, like blood, and sloshed about madly, almost angrily. He drew away, and the water returned to its calm.
"It doesn't seem to like the little souvenir Pirian gave me," Andrien said grimly. "You'll have to go in yourself."
Eili's brown eyes widened. "By... myself? But what if something attacks me? I don't have anything to..."
"How about this," Andrien said slowly. "If you are attacked, run as fast as you can for the exit. You didn't inherit your family's knack for melee fighting, your ranged attacks are abysmal, and from what I've seen from your performance at the Academy, your magic is a joke. Now just get over there, and do what I've told you to. All right?"
"All... all right, Andrien. I'll do it if you ask it of me," Eili said slowly, with another weak smile. "So... I just jump in?"
"Jump, roll, fall, skip, I don't care, just get in there," Andrien said impatiently. "Who knows how much time we have until the Archmagi find us here?"
"Okay," Eili said quietly, leaning over the pool. She shut her eyes tightly, and plunged into the icy depths.
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Unceremoniously, Eili landed on her chest, knocking the wind out of her. Above her was what could only be the bottom of the pool, as strange a concept as it seemed, and before her was a hallway much like the chamber, made of flawless marble. It stretched forth an unimaginable distance, though she couldn't see much of it. A single torch blazed to her side, and she took it from the wall, holding it before her like a shield against the darkness. Trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, she strode forth.
For what seemed like an eternity, she walked down the hallway, the torch flickering and sputtering at her side. There was very little variation in the hallway, and no sound, save for that of her own footfalls, and the torch. Not even rats or spiders, which were common in tombs, had been permitted into that of her sister.
Eili had not been very close to her elder sister at all; she was the youngest of all her siblings, and their age difference was that of fourteen years. She had been two years old when Aderianna was thrown out of the house, and six when she had died. Thus, not a lot of closeness could be established.
Aderianna had been one of the Emthriens who had decided to fulfil the Dragonfly Prophecies, a series of prophecies that told of the Emthrien family's involvement in the affairs of the gods of Epacse. She had been selected by Betryn, god of war, to lead his armies to victory against the other gods, and create a monotheistic world, set to the worship of only Betryn. With a vicious demeanor and skill with the blade, Aderianna had conquered Alidu, killing the Royal Family and setting herself up as the Empress, when another prophecy was set in motion, one that said that her downfall would come from her siblings. Intent on stopping the prophecy, she had gone on a killing spree, slaughtering her three older brothers - Naeron, Taedeasis, and Caidence - and going after the twins, Eric and Eili. When she went after them, however, she was captured by the authorities, and hung on the gallows for murder and genocide.
A chill swept through her as she thought of her sister, when she realised that she had come to a three-way fork in the passageway. Her eyes flicked from one way to the other, unsure of how to proceed. Her grip on the torch tightened, and a dread feeling swept through her... something wasn't right. Now, she could hear a strange chattering, as well as rushed footsteps somewhere in the distance. She was about to call out, when a creature of monstrous quality came into view, and her calling turned to a scream.
The creature was unlike any she had seen before. Giant blades sprouted from its arms, propping it up, and she was instantly reminded of some sort of crab. The legs were far too long for its body, and dragged behind it, and the body itself was covered in a shell that reminded her of some sort of armour. The giant blades were massive and flesh-coloured, save for the festering wounds that stood out there, oozing green pus and sending a terrible scent of decay into the air.
Eili stared at the creature, and suddenly realised that running would do no good. She was frozen to the spot.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 7:45 pm
Name: Mei Tealeaf
Age: 20
Height: 3' 0"
Weight: 30 lbs.
Race: Halfing
Gender: Female
Class: Rogue
Appearance: Being a halfing with ruddy, dull black hair, pale, dead-looking skin and an almost scrawny and bony muscle tone; she doesn't seem to be the intimidating rogue type. However, she has crystal blue eyes that seem to stand out from her rubbish appearance. Her bangs cover most of her two eyes and the rest of her hair is tied up in a string as a ponytail, and her body is usually covered in battle scars and bruises. She wears black leather haflgloves and leggings, simple, black cotton top and bottom, as well as a belt that holds most of her currency and other things she needs. Sometimes she seems to have some kind of fancy jewelry on her that she stole.
Likes: Treasure, money, alcoholic beverage of any kind, meat
Dislikes: Being backsassed, backstabbed (although she does backstab others, both mentally and physically), discomforts, et cetera.
Personal Treasure: None.
History: Her parents were both busybodies that ran a local bar at her villiage when she was little. She led a normal life as a child, tending to livestock and greeting travellers that came to her viliage. But she had the personality of her father; being a rude, sarcastic and independant, which got both her and her father into trouble. Because her father was so rude, he was massacred inside of his own bar on Mei's 15th birthday, and her mother ran away in fear. When Mei heard that her parents ran away or died the next day, she gladly took their belongings and headed off to the life of travel. At the age of 16, she started to wonder if she should go back to the town, but instead joined a tiny, infamous guild which included a Paladin, Barbarian, Bard, and a Ranger; which named themselves Everlast. Of course, they didn't last very long, and when they disbanned, Mei found herself killing all of her guild members one by one and taking their treasures. After that, she spent most of her time at bars having the time of her life; and that's where she is today.
Magic Items: None.
Personality: Rude, sarcastic, wary, independant, selfish, smug.
Deity: Donnamiro, Goddess of Halfings and thievery (it's surprising she even has a deity).
[ As of October 29th, 2006 ]
Affilliations: None at the moment, she prefers to work alone.
Weapons: Her pearl dagger which she stole from a Ranger who was in the previous guild she was in.
Armor: Explained in appearance ("She wears black leather haflgloves and leggings, simple, black cotton top and bottom, as well as a belt that holds most of her currency and other things she needs. Sometimes she seems to have some kind of fancy jewelry on her that she stole.")
Title: None.
RP Samples: Janis stared up at the night sky, her eyelids half-open. She had a loaf of bread in her mouth, and apples in her hands; food she stole at the local restauraunt. She wondered why she stooped this low; once a beautiful dancer that worked with a handsome bard, eating aplenty; and now a thief, who can barely make her day without someone saying, 'Get her'?
She stared at the apples, and then at the ground. Shrugging, she continued to move on, then heard a loud clanging noise. She jerked her head up, fingers twitching. Slowly lowering her head once again, she continued to walk, chewing her bread like a squirrel.
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((I think I have a habit of making all of my roleplaying characters a ROGUE. When I RP, I might have some kind of grammar flaw or two... yeah.))
Accepted! Welcome to Astrodoth biggrin .
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 7:07 pm
Name: Shael'rion Ryuuaean Ta'erdlyn Age: 78 years old (Almost into adulthood in drow years) Height: 4'9" Weight:112 lbs Race: Drow elf Gender: Female Class: Druid Appearance: Shaylas picLikes: Dark places and silence. Dislikes: The sun or any other source of light. Personal Treasure: Her flamberge sword History: Shayla was born in the drow undercity of Menzoberranzan, under the House Ta'erdlyn.. Before she was old enough to really understand anything at all, her father fled Menzoberranzan with Shayla in his arms. He was tired of the drow society, and could no longer stand being looked down upon. He travelled through the dangerous Underdark, intent on making it to the surface world. It took him and Shayla weeks to finally get out of the Underdark, and out of harm's way. Or, so Shayla's father had thought. He hid Shayla in the forest near Fellwood, eventually fearing that his kin would come after him for deceiving their evil deity... Lolth. His suspicions were deemed correct when he was captured by some drow priestesses. He was taken back down to the Underdark, and Shayla was left alone. She learned how to fight on her own, since she had to fend for herself, but she eventually met a druid living in the forest that she was abandoned in. She never learned his name, since he was a mute, but she learned many things from him that didn't require speaking. She learned how to commune with animals and the environment. One morning, she woke up, and her beloved mentor had vanished... Shayla never heard of him again, and she never found out what had happened to him. Though, she did find a flamberge lodged into the ground near where she slept. On the flat side of the sword, the name "Shael'rion" was etched into it. She knew, oh... she knew that this sword was from her druidic mentor. After she received the sword, she began to explore the surface world around her, never quite knowing about her heritage. The only bits of information she knows is that she comes from a race of elf that are feared and reviled by all goodly races. She is, as any other drow that were to walk the surface, shunned and loathed for what she is. Magic Items: N/A Personality: She's usually calm and collected, but she has a somewhat short temper. She's quick to jump into fights, which is her Achilles' heel. If someone challenged her, she would leap and think later. Deity: Cuballa (If it'll make you happy...) Affilliations: N/A Weapons: Her flamberge and the few druidic powers she knows. RP Samples: Quote: Shayla stopped, glancing around, but her eyes remaining closed. Under her eyelids, her eyes were darting around. She entwined her fingers, disappearing. A moment or so later, she reappeared on top of the tall clock tower that over-shadowed all of Gao. She went through a door that was on the side of the tip of the clock tower, recognising the silhouette of Shillay in the darkness of the room. "Quite a battle you had going on there." Shillay was over-looking the destroyed mansion at the other side of the city. "What the hell was that thing!?" Shayla spat. "I knew you were going to ask that, and I don't know. Now go away." Shillay waved her hand, and Shayla was teleported elsewhere. "Damnit..." She hissed.
- Rohok
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