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Name:Aurus
Age:7200
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Hikarino Bansei
834 years old
Female Elf

Bansei was born in an average farming family, one loved by the community for its kindness and willing to help. At the age of twenty, she was given the task of tending the flowers after having been witnessed praying to the small, weakened plants. Within days they had become strong, and were in full bloom, their beauty known through the villaige. At eighty, her prayers had become plentiful, and she decided to devote her life to Pelor. She trained for years, doing her best, and trying to make everyone around her smile. Now, she embarks on her first journey full of hopes and wonders.

Snippets from her diary while she trained at the church:

"... And while I read, I came across a most interesting picture. There on the pages was a beast that stood atop a building, appeared as though a lizard, but with the scaly wings of a bat. I turned to a fellow member, and he told me it was a dragon, an ancient, and quite legendary creation of the Gods. He went on about how the Dragons were incredible beings, and had a language all their own, though many lesser beasts would try to imitate it. Soon, I had found my way to the library, and burried myself in about a hundred books, all about dragons... Red, Gold, Black, Silver, any kind of dragon, I had to read about them. For days I went without any rest, simply piling through the books, several about the language, both speculative and recorded speach lessons with dragons.

Finally, a week after I had closed the cover to the last book, and was about to head out for a well deserved meditation, when the person who had helped me discover the true nature of the majestic mortals approached me. He asked me to come with him... while turned away because of my near-self destruction, something compelled me to obey. Down deep into the chambers, passing doors forbidden even to the highest clergy of our church, I couldn't tell how he was opening the doors. He would approach, and they would open, as if by some great magical feat. Eventually we came down to a great hall; we had to of been a dozen or so stories below the surface, yet here was a room large enough to fit the entire complex I had gotten so used to in my training. Neither was it dark, for magically illuminated "windows" of great artistic depictions of ancient battles written of in the texts were shown, as if stained glass windows. For a human, the man was incredibly patient as I walked from window to window, and admired each in turn for several moments, remembering each battle as it had been described. The incredible detail in the windows was no small feat, and the grand amount of magic used meant someone very high up had enchanted them to appear as if the room were outside.

After my escapade with the art, the man asked me if I would like to meet a dragon myself. I could not hold in my excitement, and nearly leapt at him to get him to show me. Simply with a smile, he asked me to take a step back. What I witnessed next was astounding; He morphed, slowly, hunching over as his hands streched towards the ground, touching down as grand claws. His back grew enormously, with his shoulderblades shooting out and becoming great wings. Before me stood a Gold Dragon. I knew now why he had been so patient; He had probobally lived since before my grandmother's birth, and still had a good many centuries left to spend here. He bowed his head a little at me, and I shook. I admit, my fear, and admiration of this event were too grand to be calm. Speaking in what I guessed to be a very simple draconic, he asked if I wanted to learn his language straight from him. I could do no more than nod, and he began slowly. He knew I had the time to learn as well, and was willing to take that time.

A month passed from that day, and here I am again. After learning every intricacy of the language without sleep, I decided to first record it in my diary before I spent a good week in rest. I hope I can meet another dragon as kind as this one."

"... Along the way, I met a kind old man of a different eye shape... He seemed to be having trouble with the locals, so he asked for my help getting back home. I readily agreed, and he thanked me, telling me I'd see a beauty "one's lifetime would not suffice to explain", as he put it. I didn't believe it, but went along with him anyway. We got to the port with little trouble, though I did talk a stubborn gang out of trying to harass the old man. We left that morning, and arrived in the afternoon, much to my suprise. I asked the old man if his island used a form of magic to bring all ships traveling to it faster, but he shook his head, explaining that the island was mearly a short sail away from the mainland. As we approached his house, I could not believe it... Pink flower petals fell as if snow in winter... The ground covered in a small layer of the beautiful flowers. The further I got, the harder it was not to simply stop and take in the view. The man seemed to understand this, and offered for me to stay with him for a few days, to see the sights and sounds of the land. I accepted unknowingly, my breath and attention still taken away by the nature that surrounded me. The next day I was taken to a festival in the nearby villaige, where the people wore strange, yet gorgeous dresses called Kimonos. I learned how to put one on, and quickly joined the festivities. At the end of the day, beautiful sparks in the sky called fireworks were seen, as everyone sat in the nearby hills. The next day, an eagle from my church came, and gave me a note. I was needed back at the church immediatly. Sadly, I thanked the man for his kindness, and left..."

"... And when I returned home, I was suprised, and horrified at the blood trickling outside my door. When I opened it, I beheld my husband and children... They lay limp on the ground, the fear still carved on what was left of their faces. Above them, dozens of undead swarmed on my family, their half-marred jaws tearing at the flesh, sometimes requiring two or three attempts to pull a piece off. I don't know how long I stood there, but I fear it was too long, for that image is now forever burnt into my eyes. When I screamed, they turned to me, and began coming after me. I saw the bodies of my beloved ones twitch, and start to rise... but I knew it was not them who stood. Unable to stop screaming, the holy symbol on the front of my training garb began glowing, and... in what I believe was my first turning of undead... The monsters started falling, and turning to ash. I promise, Hini, Verno'... I will not allow undead to ravage the lands..."

"... And in a week, I will be deemed officially ready for journying. The death of my husband and child, meeting a dragon, seeing a land of great beauty... I hope to remember all this, yet I also wish for it to be far overshadowed by what I see in the years ahead of me. Mother and Father passed away, albeit early for our race... I hope they can see me from the heavens. I'm sure they'd put their blessings on my new life."

Snippets from Bansei's diary as she adventured:

"Today is my first journey. I am to help a group do some simpler task, not unalike killing rats in a barrel... While I despise death as a means of solution, I have little choice in companions. Pelor, guide me in my senseless spree of dark destruction, that I may mirror your ideals."

"The journey today I take is with a new group; one of them an interesting man, quiet, but he can't seem to stop looking at me. Another is an orc; his smell permeates from his body to the stables at the edge of town, yet he insists the water is against him. Someday I'll get him bathed, and hopefully enough of the smell off him to not want to wretch every time I approach; but I somehow doubt less than twenty baths would do him any good."

"In the town we were in today, I got mud all over myself. Though I would ask several townsfolk where a good bath could be found, none would answer. Finally, coming across a fountain, I decided to dirty up their nice waters. It was a very well done stone sculpture, and through my disgust at the townfolk I found myself dipped nude in its waters. A clergyman approached me appalled at my actions, and I simply shrugged him off. He should teach his townspeople better than to ignore a call for a woman's bath."

"... I am a failure. The promise I made to my family... I broke it. I came across a small group of skeletons, but all I could do was cry. Scream, and cry. Ross, the silent man, suddenly came out of nowhere and started fighting the beasts... I had grown somewhat attached to him, yet I could not notice him until I heard him cry out in pain. In that instant, I saw the dead corpses of my two loved ones, and could stand it no longer. Feeling holy energy pouring out of me into the land around me, I suddenly pulled out my holy symbol of pelor. As I did, a large stone nearby errupted and exploded into a bugbear skeleton. With all the strength I could muster, holy power flowed forth from my symbol, and shone a bright light towards the battle. Every undead was vaporized in the light, but I didn't care. Running over to the injured man, I quickly put some of my soul into his wound, sealing up the surely scarring gash it would have been."

"It was my two hundredth birthday today, but nobody noticed. Ross had long since been slain by an evil cleric, one whom I personally dispatched. I did not even give his soul a chance to rest, for taking my new husband from me. No matter... I don't write here often, and felt it was neccesary to give a small update on why. I had been away for a year, learning to be a monk, when a drunken man approached me. He told me he could teach me of a new martial arts style, one which needed my... unique ability for handling alcohol. I did not believe him at first, but then he tried to start a fight with me. Though I used my monk abilities, and my divinely granted abilities, I could not get him to even take a single blow. Finally submitting, he laughed, and invited me to join him for a night of drinking. Oh, did we drink... He took me from pub to pub, each one we would empty their stores of the burning water. Finally finishing the last pub, he asked me how I felt. I looked straight at him, and without a slur, told him that I needed more. He laughed, and several people came out of shadows. Immediatly on the defensive, I suddenly felt the drinks kick in. I no longer could focus enough to use my holy skills, yet he told me to fight using the monk abilities I had been taught. Fight I did, as he just dodged blows. Somehow, I was... as untouchable as he was. I would sway one way when they'd swing the other, fall into a punch at them to give it more force. After the fight, he had told me why that was; I had become a drunken master. He took me under his wing for several more years, refining my style until I was truely a master of the style."

"On this day, something terrible has happened. One of my adventuring partners has killed a bronze dragon that I had talked into an agreeable accordance with. I immediatly turned against him, muttering a few words of pelor's wishes, and he fell the instant the dragon took her last blow. With her last breaths, she told me of a hidden nest she had, with only one egg that had survived. She knew it would hatch soon, and wanted me to watch over her young newborn. When I got there, the beach appeared empty. I nearly turned to leave when I heard a weak, shrill cry. Turning back, I saw a small claw coming out of the sand. Running to it, I helped dig the newborn from its nest. I was weakly able to pick it up, and immediately fished out some meat from the backpack I had. While obviously not fond off my choice of first food, it did accept. After a few moments, it fell from my arms to its legs, and looked around. What suprised me next was its question, in draconic; 'Where mama?' While I could not hold back my tears, I had to tell it. I thought it would not believe me, but somehow it trusted me. I spent the next few weeks fishing, and doing my best to teach it how to fish also. I hope I can be a suitable mother..."

"It has been three hundred years, to the day, since I set out from the church. Three hunded and fifty years, seven months, two weeks, three days, since I left home. My son, Val Sgiathatch, meaning Dragon of Power, is nearly able to fly. It was today that I recieved a letter of no ordinary importance. Written in holy ink, on ethereal paper, was a message from Pelor, asking that I and my son come to him, for he has immediate need to speak to me. He also asks that I not wear my clerical robes, and treat him as if an equal. While confusing, I will do so, for he is a god, and no less. I fear something has not happened that I need to worry of."

That is the end of the diary. have long since passed away, she is as youthful as ever. Now her mount as well as her son, Val stays nearby her at all times.

She stands about five feet tall, with brown hair to her shoulders, normally kept in twin ponytails off the top of her head, silver streaks adorning the sides. Her eyes are green, her skin pale as snow, her ears are more tucked back than most elves. Normally dressed in lightly illuminated robes of greens, golds, and blues, she has many friends around the planes who can serve up a good liqour.

[edit] Age, and this:

Awaiting approval.

[edit2] Forgot. Weapons: An indestructable tankard of neverending dwarven ale, wet bread via a bag of wet bread producing, her hands, and anything else she can get her hands on. Her dragon is also always nearby, and via a mindlink she can call him for whatever she wants, though usually only for conversation.

[edit3] I should mention... Bansei is not the type to get into fights to hurt people. She'll merely disable them and talk them out of fighting before she does anything rash. The dragon is there for her to have conversations with when no one else is around, the tankard is... Well, she's a drunken master. The wet bread is just for kicks, and her hands... She has been in a lot of pubs, you better bet she's been in barfights.

((figured I'd use on of my old backup characters, never would have otherwise))

name: Byroku
age: 19
gender: Male
race: Human/Water Spryte mixture.
description:

History:His father was a merchant, one day he met a Water Spryte at the sea's edge, they fell in love and his father built a house by the sea to be near her, a year later they were given a child they named him Byroku, on his 3rd birthday they discovered he had fundamental copntrol over water and could control it's Temperature and shape by the age of twelve, he once chased after a small kitten one day leaving his home and chasing after it for hours, he returned to find his father an mother slughtered by the vilagers who had been after him and his freakishnes to throw him into the sea, he caught sight of his parents slain bodies their blod pooling and then trailing off into the sea, his yopung mind snapped and his rage caused him to slughter the villagers. when his rage subsided he fled and soon found himself wandering through a forect he set a small simple hut up at the outskirts and lives their in peace meeting with those that live in the surrounding area.

Weapon:When he awoke from his rage he held an icy cold Katana the blade solid ice but as hard as Daimond, It spoke to him the name Ilraiyu and at the same moment the cat he'd chased leaped into his arms as if signaling they were one entity. It freezes most ojects that it cuts other then opponents. He speaks with this blade and in dire situations or when he goes into fits of rage His pet Ilraiyu leaps into the theblade and it becomes an icy Bird ((One of my Phoenix Variants...and yes i know their is no such thing but i got one for each element.)) that fights alongside him in his of it's own mind.

Personality:He is freindly and always seems able to give out a bit of solid advice, he says it is again the Cat speaking to him.

name: Maleeka
age: 16
gender: female
race: fey (if you read the book "I am Morgan le Fey", you'll understand)
description: Maleeka is a beautiful young fey ( even if she won't admit to the whole "beauty" thing). She is known to be a great healer, using her knowledge of plants to cure any wound and/or disease. When you get a chance to look into her milk chocolate eyes, you'll see kindness, wisdom, and a hint of sadness. If you're lucky enough to hear her song, you'll hear faint notes of sorrow, leading you to think that some tragedy happened in the past.
Powers/Abilities: Maleeka has the rare gift of controling both fire and water, the opposing elements. She has empathy, the ablity to know someones emotions/feelings as soon as you look at them. She can also tame any animal by singing a small song and can turn an evil animal good again. Plus, she can interpet dreams.
Pet: Shieza, a jet-black panther with amethyst eyes
Wepons: At first, Maleeka seems to quiet to use wepons, but like the old saying " It's always the quiet ones that snap", in a fight she is a skilled warrior and uses water, fire, ice, and steam and has her pet panther attack also.