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Gaia name
SolVak
Character name
Sol'Vak
Pronunciation
Sohl-Vack
Place in this RP
Ye Olde Cracker of Skulls at Ye Olde Inn...e
Age
23
Appears to be
23
Race
Elf/Human
Species
Caucasian/High-Elf
Height
6'2
Weight
143
Class
Mage/Thief
Gender
Male
Appearance
Dark brown hair about 5 inches long, styled in spikes. Bright green eyes that seem to suggest mischief. Having inherited his nose, cheeks, and jawline, from his mother, one could only tell Sol'Vak's heritage from his abnormally long and pointy ears.

Sol'Vak is generally wearing a long black riding cloak with a scooped hood that reaches out to shade his face in such a way that the most anyone sees of Sol'Vak's face when his hood is up, are his bottom lip, and his jaw. Even in direct sunlight... Come to think of it, maybe it's not the hood's shape... The cloak is long, reaching down to cover all but just the heel and the bit above that of Sol'Vak's jet-black shin-high boots. Underneath his cloak Sol'Vak is generally wearing a gray jerkin with a white, short-sleeved, undershirt. Green trousers.

Wrist-mounted dagger-sheaths. Three locks appear to decorate the sheaths, the leather design seeming simple enough except for the metal latch holding them onto Sol'Vak's arms. A few small bracelets decorate the higher portion of Sol'Vak's left arm. A pair of gold bracelets, a black bracelet that appears to have been broken and repaired, and a green bracelet that appears almost as if it were covered in lichen.
Pets/Companions
A Phoenix named Karee. A Demonic Steed (See D&D Nightmare) named Khadraz.
Personality
Sol'Vak's an overzealous rampaging moron with a little too much power to control... At least, that's what the ladies say. wink

But seriously. He's very relaxed, except when he's trying to impress someone, or believes there may be treasure involved, and then his cool, relaxed demeanor goes right out the window and a power hungry, almost frighteningly arrogant twit stands before you.
History
Sol'Vak was raised to the age of 4 on a small farm outside a small village that's name Sol'Vak cannot for the life of him remember. His mother was common peasantry, his father was nowhere to be seen, Sol'Vak had never met his father. After Sol'Vak had turned the age of 4, High-Elven police began making inquisitions into the village, Sol'Vak and his mother were forced to flee or die.

Sol'Vak's mother explained that his father had been a council member in the elven hierarchy and that he and she had fallen in love when he went on a census in the human-populated cities within elven lands. To Sol'Vak this only made perfect sense, why his ears were different from other small children's. Sol'Vak and his mother remained on the run until 3 months almost to the day after Sol'Vak had turned 8. When the elven guard had laid a trap for Sol'Vak's mother, she sacrificed herself to ensure Sol'Vak escaped.

Sol'Vak began living off the streets, the guard figuring that with his mother and father dead, even a half-elven child couldn't live life on the streets, they were simply too fragile. Sol'Vak was blessed with a build more like a human's though. Using this to his advantage, Sol'Vak began surviving by stealing what he could, and accepting help where he couldn't. He made friends, allies, and enemies, just as any ordinary child would. Sol'Vak had an eye for things that glittered, and would frequently be found with stolen gems and gold on himself. He was spry enough to escape most situations unharmed, though not all.

At the age of 12 Sol'Vak decided to see if he could find his fortune on the road. And trekked off to see what the world held for him. Sol'Vak was picked up by a travelling mage on his way back to the guild, Sol'Vak tried to make off with a rather pricy and important orb. The mage though Sol'Vak was cheeky and cute, a rare break for Sol'Vak. Sol'Vak travelled with the mage for a month or so before discovering a hidden talent for controlling runite magic.

Sol'Vak spent the next 6 years training at the mage's guild, after graduation, Sol'Vak was unsure of what to do with himself. He wandered further, encountered Gozzir'Rakkna and Gozzir's village, Sol'Vak unleashed a gold golem upon the village, controlling it's every move as he rode away from the scene. The golem almost succeeded until Gozzir put a spear through the ruby on the golem's forehead, effectively shattering the life gem that kept the golem moving.

Numerous other adventures happened along the next 5 years. Including one involving an elven princess whom Sol'Vak wound up marrying... Interesting stuff. Ask for the story some time. Sol'Vak may be happy to oblige you. If he doesn't poke your eyes out for mentioning it that is... Maybe it's better if I tell you. See. They fell for each other, got married, had twins, and vampires killed the princess, he knows because he found her corpse mutilated a week later. Sol'Vak hasn't seen either his son or his daughter since.
Some of Sol'Vak's less depressing adventures led to Sol'Vak's meeting Wolf, Flint, and a few other interesting characters... Some of Sol'Vak's Least depressing adventures (At least, personally considered.) Involved the lovely and daring Flint. Whom Sol'Vak fell for like a stone. Of course, with looks like those... *Cough* Sol'Vak and Flint met during a rather heavy-handed raid on a Keep in a small land called Raseal lorded over by one Duke Rasolan, the raid was a complete success due to the demonic forces behind Sol'Vak, and Flint's aid of course. The two began venturing through the lands, blowing apart city after city with extreme prejudice. Sol'Vak now values Flint's company above all else, it helps that she's his wife... And one hell of a looker, who can handle a blade-staff and lightning bolts like nobody's business.

Through all of this Sol'Vak has kept a loose connection with the Thieves' Guild by way of a tattoo on his arm that only appears under hot water. The Mage's Guild has not contacted Sol'Vak since graduation.
Visible weapons/details or abilities of their own
Two daggers. One of which has a blade that zig-zags and is blood red. Sol'Vak's mumbled a few things about it before. Something about fury... It's not really that important.
Sol'Vak's second dagger has a gem-studded hilt with leather bindings for grip. A particularly interesting effect is that if spun fast enough a small chamber opens in the dagger and a high-pitched shrilly whistle is released... Deactivating most tumbler locks and many padlocks. Quite a tool for a thief... If used right.
Known spells/powers and effects
Elemental magic to varying degrees. Illusory magic. Minor summoning skills.
Backpack items/pocketed items and effect
N/A
Items of Importance/Description
The bracelets on Sol'Vak's upper arm are often protected by more than one thing. Thus suggesting they have value to him.
The bejeweled dagger is an anniversary gift from his late wife.
Small Blurb of your capability
Sol'Vak spins about in the air, slamming his foot and then his fist through the moron's face. The man falls into a heap on the floor "Bite ME!" The man was happy to oblige and lunges up off the ground and latches on to Sol'Vak's arm with his teeth. "GAH!" Sol'Vak wedges his fingernails in the idiot's mouth and pulls the fool's lower jaw off his arm. "TWIT!" Sol'Vak's knee comes up and connects solidly with the jaw of the man on his knees, on the floor. The man groans and falls backwards onto the floor, Sol'Vak kicks the body into a roll and throws a chair at him, the crack of the wood connecting with bone satisfied Sol'Vak greatly. Sol'Vak reaches onto the bar counter, downs the remainder of his drink and leaves, flipping a pair of silver pieces at the bartender.

Gaia name
ShadowsShadow
Character name
Wolf/Fire/Wind/Earth/???
Pronunciation
Sound em out...
Age
We're not really sure..
Appears to be
16 or so.
Race
Unknown... For now...
Species
Unknown
Weight
170lbs.
Class
Elemental mage/differing minors
Gender
Male
Appearance
Wolf stands at about 5'6" and is of a lean, firm build. He usualy wears a simple tunic and trousers set, although he has been know to adapt to the situation when needed. His hair is a brown color, the tips being a bright blue color. A pair of wolf ears stick up from the top of his head, along with a somewhat fluffy wolf's tail waving about behind him. Both are furred to match his hair. There are only minor diffrences between the four.
Pets/Companions
None
Pets'/Companions' Abilities
None
Alignment
Neutral Good/Chaotic Evil/Chaotic Neutral/ Lawful Good
Personality
Wolf is fun loving, his general atitude is one of going with the flow. He is somewhat of a flirt, resulting in the on and off-ness of his relationship with Jessica. / Fire is best described as volatile. He doesn't tolerate obstacles, even if they happen to be his best friends. When not in a blinding rage, Fire is somewhat standoffish with his friends, not being much of a socal person. With his eneimes, he can only be described as evil, enjoying making them squirm under a barrage of words before tearing into them. / Wind is well known to be very child-like, seeing everything as a game. He has a somewhat squed idea of the world, seeing almost everything and anyone as a friend, even a slovering monster. Wind is, in some cases, more dangrous than even Fire, having no concept of danger or of his own ablity to harm others... / Earth is the wisest of the four, knowing much and telling much. He has a calm demenor, prefering to try to talk his way out of a fight, rather than fighting it. Prefering silence and peace, Earth is somewhat uncomfortable with people he doesn't know, but is always willing to lend a helping hand where he can.
History
Wolf left the home of the monk who had found and raised him at age sixteen, setting out to see the world. During one of his travels a strange thing occured, in the presence of a powerful sword of fire, Wolf's personality took a drastic change, as did his appearence and ablities. He became hot tempered, reckless and, some would say, borderline evil! "Fire" rampaged around a bit before cooling off into Wolf once again. Since that time, however, Wolf has harbored four seperate personalitys, his own, as well as those of "Fire", "Wind" and "Earth"...
Visible weapons/details or abilities of there own
A small sword. / Claws. / None. / None.
Known spells/powers and effects
Control over Water, ice other such things. / Control over fire and heat. / Control over air and wind. / Control over earth and stones.
Backpack items/pocketed items and effect
None
Items of Importance/Description
Three canteens on his belt, one containing regular water, one containing holy water, and one containing an unknown liquid.

Gaia name
Firefairy232
Character name
Flint
Pronunciation
" Flint " is only one syllable. I certainly hope you can figure out how it is pronounced.
Age
20
Appears to be
20
Race
Human/Demon
Species
Caucasian/Demon Mage
Height
5'9"
Weight
120lbs
Class
Telepath/Assassin/Lightning and Telekinetic mage
Gender
Female
Appearance
Flint is lean, yet muscular. With sharp facial features, nicely tanned skin and piercing purple eyes that, when Flint is angered, seem to spark and their intensity could burn through glass. Her hair is dark purple in color and hangs loose at about waist-length. Flint's clothing consists of a black, strapless, leather dress that hugs her figure and hangs down to about mid-thigh, leaving only a small gap between them and her black leather boots that come up to just past her knees. Flints hands and arms are adorned with gloves made of the same black leather and cover her arms until just above the elbow.
Pets/Companions
An overly large Demon Wolf called Stonefire.
Pets'/Companions' Abilities
Stonefire has Telepathic abilities, along with some Telekineses and control of a dark magic that even Flint doesn’t fully understand yet. He is also much stronger than an ordinary wolf and his senses are magnified.
Alignment
Chaotic/Nuetral
Personality
Flint is quick-witted, creative, passionate, outgoing, slightly sadistic and has some minor anger managment issues that make it wise to avoid provoking her, unless of course, you have limbs to spare.
History
Flint was raised mostly by her half-demon Mage Mother, Mavall, who had much of the same abilities Flint does with the diffifering factor being that, Mavall was lacking in the ability to manipulate lightning. Flint recieved all of her training in fighting and Magic from her mother, with the exception of manipulating lightning, that she had to learn on her own and found that it was quite a troublsome task. The identity of Flint's father is unknown, at least to her, though her Mavall would often hint that she knew and didn’t believe it was right time for Flint to recieve that piece of information. Flint has many theories as to who and what he was, though she only has one certainty, he was at least partcially of Demonic blood. Mavall was a very beautiful woman. Tall and lean, with flawless pale skin and jaw length stark white hair that hung straight about her face. She had a certain serenity and calm about her that Flint always envied, being of a firey nature herself. Mavall was also very cold for the most part, hiding all pain or fear that she may have had and rarely showing more than the obligated love and kindness that all mothers must have to her daughter. She did, however, have her moments of affection and as Flint got older, it became obvious to her that her Mother had, at the very least, a good deal of pride in her. The two lived alone, traveling the roads and moving from camps to Inns depending on how much work Mavall could find at the time. That work mostly consisted of long nights alone with various men who would pay for her... Services. And though she was never allowed near the men or the place where they were preformed, Flint soon figured out just what those services were. She would often inquire as to why she and her Mother were always on the run, but Mavall refused to answer. Telling her simply that she had no need to know. And so it went, until one day, just after Flint's eighth birthday. A group of 10 drunken bandits raided their camp in search of “Service” from Mavall and to buy her child as a traveling slave. After being refused multiple times, they finally got angry and attacked. A long battle ensued and half of the men found themselves either dead or soon to be so. Mavall was losing ground fast and beginning to exaust her last reserves of energy. She ordered Flint to flee and take the staff that Flint had trained with for so long, telling her to be safe and to never look back. And so Flint ran. Long and hard, not stopping until she finally collapsed from grief and exhaustion. When she awoke she found a large grey wolf-pup lying next to her. But he was not just any wolf and she soon found herself able to understand him. Through both thoughts and vocals. And so began her days with Stonefire. The two traveled for many years. Touching almost every city, town and villiage upon their great countryside. Flint took up work as an assassin, eventually being hired to “take care” of a troublesome Duke. That was the day things changed. Shortly after her job was finished, she came across a Mage by the name of Sol’Vak and a small army of demons wreaking havoc upon the the city. Having nowhere else to be and no particular attatchment to humans, Flint and Stonefire joined him in what they soon found out was an all out Demonic invasion which soon turned into a war. After all was said and done she and Sol’Vak had become very close and soon simple flirtatious comraderie became something more.
Visible weapons/details or abilities of their own
Flint has a long staff made of steel with an elongated teardrop shaped blade on the end with a small black and purple stone set into the middle of the teardrop.
Known spells/powers and effects
Flint can manipulate lightning, using it and it’s effects to eliminate her opposition. Her other skills include regular spells, telekinesis, telepathic communication and senses, and the ability to read thoughts when necessary.
Backpack items/pocketed items and effect
None
Items of Importance/Description
None
Small Blurb of your capability
Flint slams her empty glass down on the counter of the bar and spins around to face the man behind her, purple eyes sparking with nothing short of pure, untamed rage. “ What did you just say to me? I’m afraid I may not have heard you correctly. Would you care to repeat it?” Her voice is dark and just barely controlled, making it quite clear that she would enjoy nothing more than to tear out the man’s spine and choke him with it. The fellow sputters nervously and takes a clumsy step backwards, unable to find his tongue and get it in order. Flint grins savagely, gathering a few crackling sparks of lightning around her fingers and a look of terror creeps across the man’s features. “ Very well then. I hope for your sake, that you are very drunk because you will not wish to remember this night. ” She flings the sparks at him and then draws one of her hands as they lance across his face, burning through the flesh and blinding him. He lets out a yell and stumbles backwards, panicking as he realizes he has lost his sight. Flint takes advantage of this and lungesat him, bringing her staff up in a slice the takes him right in between his legs. The man’s face twists in agony before going blank completely as he loses consiousness and falls to the floor with a small puddle of blood spilling out around the wound. Flint grins malicously and the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch suddenly find other places they have to be. Flint seats herself back at the bar and waves at the now terrified looking Barkeep. " Fetch me another drink! And be quick about it! "