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Black-White-Phoenix
Black-White-Phoenix
~.:[C h a r a c t e r s ]:.~
[No Weird Finger thing on her hands]
I.D:Jinx Mortela
Age:19
Gender:Female
Race:Half Elf
Occupation:Mage, Scholar, Mecenary
Side:Neutral
Weapons//Powers:
.:Weapons:.
.:Spell Cards:. Special Spell cards that be made by Mages. They can help release the a spell the user wishes to cast or can read fortunes and other things.
.:Hand-To-Hand:. Her own free style Hand to hand combat skills.
.: Power :.
All the powers mages have.
.:Summoning marks:. Specal marks on her body that allows her to summon another powerful being from another world.
Personality:Jinx is quiet fearless yet she is really kind. She is very curious buy nature and also very smart. Due to her massive curiosity she is pretty well rounded with information, wither it be true or not. She is also clumsy a few times but she doesn't mind, it makes people smile sometimes and thats what she really enjoys. She is also very stubborn and determined when she has her mind set on something. She is not much for losing her temper but it does happen rarely. She is outgoing half of the time but when a serious conversation or event appearers she becomes calm and calculating. That does not mean that she doesn't panic when caught off gaurd, oh she does, she does.
Story:
Her story begins at the age of 12 when she was studying under her professor. Light footsteps could be heard through the hallway as a small child with short blond hair ran down stone hallway. Her robes were a size to big for her and on occasion she would trip over it. A big smile on her face as she ran into an office at the end of the hall. "Professor!" The smaller version of Jinx called out to a Young looking woman. This woman was named Melverna. The older woman looked over to her young student slipped on her robes and landed at her feet.
The young Jinx slowly sat up rubbing her face as tears prepared to escape from the corner of her eyes. Melverna sighed as she keeled down next to her student. "What is it Jinx?" asked the Professor. Jinx rubbed the corner of her eyes as she looked up at her professor. "Professor! You promised today you would tell me about one of the memories you found at the ruins, but professor keeps avoiding me today so I couldn't ask you." the small Jinx complained. Malverna smiled. "My my, Alright. Now come over here and I'll tell you." Said Melverna. (I'm keeping this one a secret)
6 Years later....
Jinx ran through the hallway yelling at students and professors alike to get out of the building! The academy she was living at was burning and students where being slaughtered. Jinx ran though the hallway looking for her professor. Her professor was the only one who hasn't escaped yet and it worried her greatly. She burst into her professor's office only to see her professor being stabbed in the stomach by a hooded man. Seeing her he dropped her and disappeared into the flames.
Jinx ran over to her teacher and keeled down by her side. "PROFESSOR! PROFESSOR!" Jinx yelled frantically at her dieing teacher. Melverna looked at Jinx and smiled. The last of Jinx memories was listening to her Teacher's finale instructions and her final spell which she casted on Jinx.
Unknown to Jinx that her teacher had removed the seal on her innocents. Yes Jinx was indeed gifted with the Rare Innocents.
Username: Black-White-Phoenix
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I.D: Ion Valguard
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Seeker [explained in Bio]
Occupation: Former member of the "S.A."[Explained in Bio], Mercenery, and Merchant
Side: Neutral
Weapons//Powers:
~Weaponary~
.::Short range::.
A hidden, retractable blade
.::Long range::.
A black metallic boomerang, decorated in rune symbols
~Powers~
.::Rune symbols::.
Ion's body is covered in them allowing him to cast lower class spells without incantations
.::Offensive spells::.
Diversed in spells of Thunder, Ice, and Restriction
Personality: Ion seems like a daydreamer, asking "what if" question. He constantly reflects on his past for answers and guidence asking himself "why did it end up like this." Though he seems detached and usually unconcerned. He is rather involved, and alert paying attention to every detailed. Ion is the kind of person that will not fight a battle he knows he won't win. When it comes to strategy he prides himself in being very useful and acquinted with the subject. Though at times he is very calm and collected, he has a mysterious aura that consumes him. Though he is friendly and socialable he tends to keep people at a certain distance, stubborn in his ways as well as ruthless when the time demands it. He can be rude and unpolite as well as sacrastic, cynical, and overly blutt.
Story:
Ion's story began's at the age of 14. In this new era of World's Innocent some would come to understand it, others not so much, and than there was those who wish to control it. Such was a group only know as the Seekers' Alliance [S.A.] Their goal was pretty simple use whatever means necessary to obtain information of World's Innocents and the ruins of past memories. Now enter the Valguard siblings Ion and his sister Rayne both blessed by W.I. [World's Innocents] However Rayne had the rare ability to communacte with W.I.
When the S.A. got wind of the rumor that a young girl had been discovered in the large costal trade city of Raven's Fair. They started to set up a Head Quarter, in Raven's Fair and offered the people of the town the ability to venture out into the world and become an apprentice to brillant mages. Ion soon be came infatuated with become a member of the S.A. for the next four years Ion studied under some of the greatest mages in the world earning how to control and expanded the blessing that W.I. gave him. All the mean time getting loser and closer to discovering who Rayne was.
After four years of training Ion became a full fledged member of the S.A. he was no longer concered human. So he had become a Seeker and a Seeker he shall be. For the next two years of his life Ion carried out missions and assignments for the S.A. Until one day he came home only to find his sister lying on the floor motionless. He was so consumed with anger the he conviced the S.A. to help him find her killer. Not knowing that the killers were the S.A. themselves he was sent on a sucide mission along with a few other. Their target was a mage academy Ion did what he was trained to. they concealed themselves in dark cloks, stormed the academy, started a fire and attacked his sister's supposed killer inside.
However during the attack Ion's teamates turned on him and attacked Ion who defend himself taking down a few. Only than did Ion caught on to who his sister's really killer was. Luckly Ion escaped alive and since than has been searching for a way to destroy the S.A.
Username:First_impulse
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I.D:Soraya Nakera
Age: appears 20 actually around 15 thousand.
Gender:Female
Race:Elemental
Occupation:Mage
Side:Neutral
Weapons//Powers:command of all elements: katana no kazeyo fuke (sword of the blowing wind) which she can freely form any element around to boost the strenghth.
Personality:Shy, caring, slightly obnoxious
Story:
Soraya ran through the forests silently and came upon a large tree. She smiled as she darted to the top boughs. She noticed the town nearby and quickly became as silent as the wind. She flew gracefully landing on her feet.Looking around she noticed that everyone seemed extremely laiden with burdens. These battles must be torturing the humans. They seem to be dying of exhaustion she thought to herself softly. She found her father's old shop and quickly dusted all things off making sure to pay attention to what her father had made before. she sighed. Four years she'd been gone and still no sign of more elementals. She shook her head virourously and looked out the window. " I guess my only choice is to try and earn some money with spells and potions." she shrugged to herself. And now her small shop of remedies is open for business although she doesn't quite advertise it much.SHe quickly began working on making all kinds of remedies, her hands glowed as she sparked the fire and set to putting things into a pot. She stirred everything with great care. Soraya sighed though at the boredom of being alone. She though of her Father, before he was murdered, she suddenly flashed a picture of her sister Ishio ((Ishio)) and she fell to the ground. She looked out to see as more warriors marched down the street. It sickened her, fights were always pointless in her opinion and she hope that these little battles would end soon. A small man walked into the shop, quietly eyeing all the new merchandise she'd layed out. "Excuse me? how much for these phoenix tears?" he asked her with a raspy voice. Soraya wiped her hands on her long tattered trench coat and coughed a minute before responding, " 20 [[insert currency type here]] and when you buy that you also get the phoenix's songbook. A real treat and not to mention an extremely helpful remedy to have." she told the man with a wink. He nodded and handed her the money. Soraya gave a small smile and clapped as a small book with gold edged pages appeared in her hands. " Thank you kindly sir." she said bowing politely as she turned back to her work.
Username:Malignant Narcissism
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I.D:Dal'gan "Arched"
Age:24
Gender:Male
Race:Troll
Occupation:Mercenary
Side:Neutral
Weapons//Powers:Bow, and a knife for closer encounters // Dal'Gan may apply (fairly regularly) a variety of natural and magical effects to his arrows, has a passive regeneration ability (this causes his wounds to recover at a quickened rate, and allows him to regenerate several organ systems and recover from otherwise grievous wounds, although more extreme injuries still require attention.), he is fairly attuned with the matters of the elemental spirits of the world and can listen to such spirits, Dal'Gan may, at times, use the aspects of the elemental spirits to attain enhanced skills and senses, though this often draws out side affects or is subject to diminishing returns when such aspects are used repeatedly, and often opens him up to people who can manipulate spiritual forces or draw out essences of elements (for example, if you can control fire in any fashion, it is possible to remove the effects of the aspects from him, and put them to further use by placing them upon yourself.)
Story:
Dal'gan, some people know him as Arched, has left his tribal fishing village to view the world for himself, and escape responsibility of becoming an official of his village, choosing instead to leave the title to his elder sister, who he felt more suited to take up a position of leadership. Dal'gan has operated as a mercenary for some time, suiting his new lifestyle of hand-to-mouth living, and permitting him easier travel. He has enjoyed the relative freedom, leaving behind his family and fellow members of his race, who ultimately would have created a view of the world for him that he did not appreciate as much as that of his current view. Despite a rather monstrous appearance, dull blue-green skin tone, and jet black hair he does think at, and sometimes above human level, cunning and sharp wit having saved his hide from those who are not aware of his race's existence. He still maintains his heritage, and claims to be proud of his race, despite their isolated and mistrusting lifestyle. Dal'gan often considers returning home, but has a unaccepted fear of commitment, and finds more excuse to continue his traveling, however, he has managed to send several letters to his elder sister, and has received one or two replies.
Dal'gan's hobbies include board games of strategy, reading, and discussing worldly and spiritual matters with the denizens of towns and cities, and tries to keep up-to-date. He also enjoys learning different artisan skills, such as different styles fletching, as well as teaching other fletchers of his style, or learning about the use of herbs and natural materials for medicinal and malevolent purposes. He has a place in his heart for peppery foods, music, giving people advice, and contests of skill.
Dal'gan enjoys learned people, but has a set abhorrence for ignorance and intolerance, he himself often a victim of such things. He tries to keep ready for any circumstance and keep others safe.
Username:Lolafyr
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I.D:[Kalina ((Also known as Kal or Kali))]
Age:[20]
Gender:[Female]
Race:[Fire and Light elf]
Occupation:[She used to be a Mage, but soon abandoned that and became a rogue assassin. She works in a small taverns as a waitress in between "assignments".]
Side:[Good]
Weapons//Powers:[Her bow and Arrows, as well as her powers as a Mage (She has control over light and fire and was studying telepathy as a Mage. She now practices that on her own, not using it in fights until she's ready)]
Personality:[Quirky and spontaneous, there's barely ever a dull moment when you're around Kali. She's always been one for adventure and action, and so the life of a hired mage just didn't fit. She love she powers, and will never abandon them, but is much happier with her life as a rouge. She does know how to be serious, though and finding her deep in thought is not as rare as some may think. She's a hopeless romantic as well, and though she may seem old, to an elf such as herself, she's still in her teen years. She knows that eventually her time for love will come, but she can't help but dream.
She's extremely open and upfront with her emotions with the exception of sadness. She will never show if something is wrong. She'll always appear to be her normal self. The only people who can tell when she's sad are those who she's extremely close with. This habit came from the death of her mother. When that happened, she had nothing else to do but push it out of her mind or turn it into anger. She chose both. When that subject comes up, the person who spoke of it can expect pain. ]
Story:
["Mommy! Mommy I need your help!" The young elf called down the stairs of their forest home. She was having issues with practicing magic, and had managed to break a few random items in her room. She reached the last step and gasped. "Mommy! No!" She bolted to the center of the room, not caring that the blood spattered her new clothes. "Mommy, can you hear me? Please! Please wake up!" The words came out in sobs, staining her cheeks with hot tears. There was no response. No breath coming from her mother's lungs. A trail of bloody footprints led to the door, but stopped there, for the rain poured down heavily. The young girl fell to her knees at her mother's side, knowing there was nothing left to do but mourn.
-ten years later-
"Master...I must leave you. I apologize for the suddenness of it all, but I just cannot do this anymore. The rules are too restricting. I feel caged...trapped. You do understand, right?"
The elderly mage smiled and nodded. "I understand fully. I just hope that some day you will return, as I once did." Kalina nodded and smiled as well, though behind her eyes was hidden remorse. She would never return...she could not. For she was destined for the life of an assassin. Her mother's killer was still out there, and she could find no better way to destroy him than to remove all evil from the world...or all that she could. She handed her apprentice scrolls to the elder and gave him a quick hug before fleeing from the place she had known at her home for the past ten years. Fifteen and already out on her own. She couldn't believe herself. It felt good, though....free and new. She put her foot out of the door and took a deep breath. The day was alive with a light breeze...the midsummer sun as warm as ever. It was the perfect day to begin a journey...]
Username:[~.Forever Enchanted.~]
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I.D: Cuero
Age:18
Gender:Male
Race:Human Pyshic
Occupation:Mercenary
Side: Good
Weapons:
Dagger, Short Sword.
Powers:
Teleknetic
Personality: Kind, caring, trys to be helpful.
Story:
Cuero had many things going for him when he was young. His father and mother were rich and his was an only child. Many believed he would grow up and run a business, some thought he would be a teacher. He was put through hours apon hours of teachings from private tutors. He learned of the ways of magic and how to tell when someone is about to use a spell. He was taught sword play. He learned everything there was to learn. He was more cunning than most of his tutors. When Cuero was 15 he became ill. This illness did not last long but it was painful an life changing. His mind had been dulled during the illness but regained a new sharpness when he healed. He could see things others couldn't he could use his mind to play tricks on others making them see things that they didn't want to.
He was called a freak for his new found abilities and was shunned by everyone....including his own father.
In a fit of rage and hurt Cuero ran away from home He used his powers to steal and to make sure he had enough money to sustain himself. Cuero had heard from one of his tutors that being a mercenary might be good work but it is an evil trade. He knew being a mercenary was his only chose in a job. He knew to fight and defend to trick and sneak. He knew not of many other trades which he could use to his own benifits.
Username: Solid Slack
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