Characters of Tiranoc

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[RazorBladeHitman]

Username: RazorBladeHitman

Character name: Destinova VonWulf

Age: 23

Race(describe if not human): Human, with large redish brown wings like a hawks

Job: Armor Smith by day, Summoner by night

Appearance(Pic optional): 6'7" 250lbs shoulder length black hair knotted into tight dredlocks with the wings of a hawk born from his back. scalemail leather armor, and a hammer on his side as his prefered weapon

Bio: Born in the still of the night to commoner parents, Destinova was a child with a gift. He was born with the wings of a bird. His parents Delilah and Marcus hid their son for fear of him being taken away as an abomination, even though there were many in the lands with physical differances. They moved from town to town for the first 3 years of his life before his sister Phoebe was born. She had the good fortune of being born with out wings or anything differant, there was along with the birth of a sister, the birth of a grudge never to be settled. As soon as young Destinova had learned to walk and was able to wake and prepare his own meals, he began helping his father tend to the small piece of land they called home.
Around the age 9 Destinova took to the anvil, starting off just making horse shoes and the likes he found a new love. He spent hours in front of the fire each day straning to learn what he could with no real teacher since his father never went far past horse shoes. After a few years of hiding away small ingots of metal he embarked on his first true journey in life, his first suit of armor. Though not flawless, it was marvelous. He immediatly mounted his favorite horse and rode into town, not caring of his wings or his tatterd cloths or burnt skin. He rode as if the gods were calling to him, directly to the armor smith he went with his first creation. The blacksmith chuckled and handed over a few gold and told young Destinova to keep trying.
With a smile and feeling of acomplishment Destinova mounted his horse and slowly made his way out of the town, note noticing the priests and nuns gathering to catch a glimpse of him. He rode out of town and on his way home met a stranger, a tired old man by the name of Trilandal. He was traveling from the far side of the country he told Destinova as he asked for company on his walk into town. Destinova accompanied him they exchanged conversation, the young boy told Trilandal of his great accomplishment and the old man chuckled, and asked if he could make anything out of leathers or cloth. Destinova thought hard, and contemplated for a few moments before responding. The sun gleamed off of the old mans sweaty face and Destinova nodded and told him he would learn and he would make him a suit so fine he would never need another.
Well that was not true, but in the coming months he did produce a fine suit of cloth and leathers for Trilandal to wear, in exchange for this great act Destinova was asked to acompany him in his journey and to learn the arts of a summoner. Destinova spoke with his parents that night and with much hesitation they decided to let him leave, deciding that it might be better for him to learn the what the rest of the world had to offer him. The next day Destinova met Trilandal, his saddle bags packed with cloths, and the satchel on his side with cheese and bread and some vegitables. Trilandal took his young comrad with him over the next 5 years of his life, they saw village after village, where Destinova would take to any anvil a smithy would let him use and would create small works of art and leave them for the smiths to have as a memory of the traveling smith.
During these few years Trilandal tought Destinova what magic was and about the ability to summon. First it was simple things such as bread and water, and whisps to light paths. In the later parts of his training he was able to call forth pixies to keep him company, and even larger animals to fight along his side. Trilandal would laugh and smile watching Destinova try, seeing what had become his son growing up. In the last town they came to Trilandal had grown ill, and was in need of rest, so they took home to the small town. Destinova tended to his teacher and friend as best he could for the coming year.
Late one night while Destinova sat in front of his anvil Trilandal summoned the rest of his scrolls and magic books, and laid to rest with the books and scrolls all around him and passed. When Destinova returned that night to find his friend gone he did not cry, he gathered all of the books and scrolls and packed them neatly.
He gathered up his departed friend and carried him to the meadows near the city and burried him, as properly as he could see to. He sat and prayed for the next few hours seeking guidance , and then the voice called to him. He knew he was to continue traveling untill he found what really was to be his home.... Kingdom Tiranoc

Zodiac Sign: sagatarious

Likes(Stay in character here): The heat of the fire, and the sharp bite of the hammer and anvil. The ocassional turning of pages threw the books and scrolls that I hold on to from my dear departed friend... A good soft glass of cider... A nice warm fish stew since I dont eat other meats, ESPECIALLY NOT BIRDS! I like redheads, and any fruit juice.

Dislikes(Same as above): Orc's, crooks, I really dont like meat to much... but i do eat fish.. uhm, day old stale bread, I HATE being so far away from my family. Phoebe for being born normal...  

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User name: [.]…~HomoTastic~…[.]

Character name: Saerin [Sa-Rin] B’risvif [Bris-veef][Death]

Age: 73 [Appears to be in early twenties]

Race: Saerin is one of the last of his kind. His race is what the Humans named ‘D’innibiso’ [When said in his native tongue] or ‘Blood Clan’ [Human Tongue]. This name was based off of the pure crimson hue of his people’s eyes. Their ears are sharply pointed at the tops, giving the impression of Elven heritage, though it is not so. For the most part, they look as most humanoids do, perhaps somewhere in the past, they had human ancestors. The Blood Clan is made mostly of warriors trained in the arts of hand to hand combat. Their skill with weapons was also well renowned amongst all of the clans and few were foolish enough to challenge them. Even if the challenging clan had a powerful warrior on their side, they were still hesitant to go against them. To have any magical skills was a rarity to children born of their blood. However, when powers did become apparent, the child was treasured above all else.. Whether he or she be of the lowest rank or the highest. What was odd was that when one of these rare children were born… They almost always contained immense power… Untold and immeasurable [Though, there are a -few- children known to have been born with weak magical skills, such as Saerin himself]. A mere child was once watched outmatch a sorcerer from an enemy clan that had been practicing his craft for many a year…. Longer than anyone could remember. The sorcerer was one of the most powerful that his clan and the surrounding clans had ever witnessed.. Yet the child, who could not have been more than twenty years old… Outmaneuvered the centuries old man in mere minutes and left him dead on the ground. A few more instances over time were recorded.. Rare, but always with the same outcome. It was surmised that a child born of the D’innibiso was naturally stronger than any mage, sorcerer or sorceress that had been born to any of the magic oriented races. The D’innibiso were not originally named as such… But these beings are as secretive as they are ruthless…. So their true name remains unknown to even the most knowing of scholars.

Job: None

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[I am aware of the fact that his ears are not pointed, but it was the best picture I could find].

Bio: Saerin was separated from his mother, Sariel [Saw-Ry-El], and brother, Xayne [Zane] when he was still an adolescent at the age of twenty-one. [D’innibiso children do not fully mature until their fortieth year (By human measure)]. He made due by foraging in the forest as he was taught as a young one, eventually coming into the employ of a human weaver woman that took pity on him upon finding him in a clearing, wrapped in tattered clothing. She took him into her home and heart as if he had been her own child his whole life. She paid no heed to the hue of his eyes or the points to his ears, she did not care. The years passed and the woman that he had come to call ‘Mother,’ died. He was now nearly fifty-three by human count, but did not look a day over seventeen. He buried her behind her tiny home… Crimson eyes filled with tears that he dare not shed in fear of never being able to stop. He wanders now.. No home to call his own and no friends... His fear of losing someone else overcoming his loneliness.

Zodiac Sign: Unknown

Likes: Nature, weaving, and fighting.

Dislikes: Being taunted about his looks, losing people he has come to love, and being alone.