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 Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 8:46 am
Name: Amara of Boktor
Age: 9145
Race: One of the last of the Elven Race
Appearance:
Fighting Style: Own fighting style.
Weapons: 2 Long silver daggers with engraved elven writing on the blades and a hand made longbow. The features of the longbow prove that the person who crafted it were very skilled. The markings are of leaves and vines circleing the bow itself.
Special Abilities: Because of her elven heretage she has great skills with a bow. Her eyesight is amazing, allowing her to see great distances and her pale skin allows her to blend in well with her surroundings, allowing her not to been seen easily if she wishes. Her skills with daggers are great for a reason that will be explained in bio. Amara also has the powers of nature to her disposal but she uses them rarely. Her flexability and knowledge of the outside world such as great fields and enclosed forests gives her great advantage when her battles are in these types of places.
Bio: When Amara was young, she lived happily in the countryside with her mother, and elven woman named Bethek, and her father, a human man named Lucian who was a great weaponsmith. She grew to the age of 16 in the same house and surroundings, learning how to weild different types of weapons from her father and learning the way of the elven kind from her mother. Bethek knew how to wield the forces of nature. This was a rare gift among their race and she found it nescarssery to pass on the talent to Amara.
By the time of Amaras 17th birthday, she was a trained fighter and had mastered the force of nature. On the night of her 17th, her mother approached her and annouced that she was pregnant and that she would have a little brother. Amara was overjoyed and over the next few months she made countless preperations for the blessed day.
One night, 6months after her birthday and 2 months before her mother was supposed to give birth, Amaras house was raided by bandits. They took Amara hostage and tied her to a chair and made her watch them kill her mother and rip the baby from her whom. They made her was them slowly cut her fathers head off and throw into the dancing fire. The made her watch them trash her house, all her memories and loved possesions burned. And then... they left her. Helpless and scarred by the sights she had seen.
It took Amara two years to fully recover from that night, and still, after 9 years she is torchered by the vivid dreams. Constantly she seeks revenge for her families deaths.
Now, Amara hunts people who have done wrong, always seeking justice, always watching with her bow in hand, ready to strike.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:46 pm
Name: Danni aka Dani the Dog
Age: appears to be around 21
Race: human
Apperence: see avi, seems to be abit dirty, as he has no real home and normally sleeps putside, a brown stuffed bear on his belt
Weapons (if any): his own body
Armor (if any): none
Fighting style (if any): savage
Special abilities (if any): can block out any form of pain during battle, moves was lightning fast reflexes
Other info/ backround: both his parents were killed when he was very small by a gang of theives. That very same gang took the child, Dani, in to their group, raiseing him basically as a dog... sueing the coller around his neck as a trigger, to unleash his rage. He was used as a weapon for many years until one day he escaped the theives. To this day he is hunted by the gang, as they want their number one weapon back. Danni is also rarely seen with his trusted companion, his enchanted stuffed bear, Skamp, which hangs freely from his belt
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 11:33 am
Name:Neiru Velox
Age: 21 + 10
Race: Undead
Apperence: His face looks as if he had been starving the last ten years. Wich is true. His eyes fell out after five years of being undead, and he replaced them with a pair of black glasses, as the undead magic inside him glows through the eye sockets. He has an scar to the right of his right eye, and no eyebrows. His hair has allso fallen of, since he wears a hat to cover himself from the sun and the shame of having no hair. He's body looks extremely thin, but he almost looks as an average 21 year old.
Bio: As a young he worked and lived peacefully in his hometown, his life was what you could call the regular, nothing realy happened to him, so he just lived on with his life. At his 21 birthday he felt as if he where pulled to something, as if something wanted his attention. He left his spouse, as
they were preparing for a small party, and he started to walk. He did not know why he walked, and he did not know why he couldnt go back. After
two days of walking he came to a river. As he hit the water, as he was trying to pass it, he slipped and hit his head and passed out. He awoke
later that day, in a cave. He was dripping with water and felt a headache and some heat coming out from his head, his own blood. He felt that he just wanted to go home, and the pull was gone. He tried to rise from the stone carved bed he layed on, though he was chained stuck. He layed there for five days. He screamed sometimes, and sometimes he passed out of dehydration, though sooner or later a drop of water would awaken him. On the fifth day an old man entered dressed in a black robe, and he used a staff to walk, even if he walked realy slow. Silence was in the room, but the both men knew one of them were to die. The old man lied down on a stone carved bed opposit off Neirus. Suddenly all whent black. He dous not remember much of that time, but somehow he got out of the cave, and somehow the old man was about his age. This was ten years ago.
Weapons (if any): None
Armor (if any): Clothing, black and ragged, covering chest arms legs and a pair of ragged shoes.
Fighting style (if any): Dodgy and dull
Special abilities (if any): Undead strength, nightvision.
Bad stuff: Dous not enjoy life as he did before turning dead, and the sun makes him weak as a child and tired as an crippled.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:05 pm
Name: Mystic Violets goes by Myst
Age: 16 or so she thinks
Race: Not fully sure human at least
Apperence: Purple hair slight of build 4'9.
Personality sharp tongue and wise out mouth. She does not like anyone touching her and rarely touches others. She does not get along with people because she has had no interactions with them. She finds it hard to fit into a normal setting due to her lack of social skills. She has never had a friend so there for does not k now how to be one or what one does. She does not trust easy or really not at all. But under all of this I know she is sweet funny and caring its just being able to look deep enough and to bring it out in her.
Weapons:The bag "mouse"
Fighting style: She trys to stay out of fights allthough her mouth tends to get her into plenty of scrapes
Magic and strength yes she has many of these but they are locked within her.
Other skills a pickpocket to a perfection
Other tid bits she is never without her over sized bag. Although it looks quite normal it has the sprit of me mouse in it. I can talk and shift change. Don’t let them fool you I could eat you as a snack and not bat an eye.
My name is mouse I will tell you mystics story since much of it she would not be able to tell herself. . She was raised in Sun Corp Facility and laboratories. I do not know if she has parents or rather if she was entirely created by them. I k now she is basically human but then again she might possess other races in her no telling by the drugs and experiments that were done on her there. For the fist eight years of her life she was kept in an almost bare white room with way glass. Her whole world consisted of four people the nurse, a doctor and her tow teachers. Not only did she learn the normal reading writing and math but also they taught her to expand and open her mind.
The only time she left her room was when she was taken to RTLACO 346. In plain English Restricted Top Level Access Clearance Only Room 346. What went on beyond those doors involves me to a great deal but even more so Mystic cause she was is the key. The hell and nightmares that child endured in that room is too much for me to mention here.
Then one night there was an explosion and great fire. I was able to save Mystic she remembers only this of that that night. The heat, fire, smoke, screams, blood and lots of death. Rather we were in the RTLACO 346 or she in her room is not yet part of this story. What happened that night and before is not part of this story. Mystic has locked it all away inside of her head and until the time comes and she finds the missing parts I’ve said as much as I can.
After the fire and once I got her far enough away she had little to say most of her memories of the years before were gone. She looked at me and said only this ..I never knew you could talk then she scrunched up her face and said I should fear you should I not. Should she have feared me hell yes but now we were free of that place and I had a dept to pay to her. And soon my help would be limited to her for a long time to come. I knew I was going to die my back was burned down to the bones my wings were melted and beyond repair but they had protected her from the worse of the fire and heat all that mattered.
I had little time to explain things to her and in her state of mind I was afraid to do too much. I told her to hold the white bag I had had in my had wide open cause as soon as I died I was directing my sprit into it. I knew once there I would be able to manipulate the bag and even to be able to take form again. What I did not know was how long this would take unfortunately I thought it was going to be instant but it was not so even though once I was in it I could hear and since what was going on around me. I could do nothing else. I blame the Myst has had on my inabilities.
Once I was a sprit in a bag Myst did not know what to do . In her short life she had never been outside or around people. She was like anew infant in this world.
That is why and how she got mixed up with him. I knew form the start it was a bad thing but when you’re stuck in a bag what can you do. He said he would help her feed her take care of her give her a home. Well he ended up putting her in a cadge and most of the time the cage was lowered into a the ground. Time passed slow to slow for two years she lived like this until I grew strong enough (yes I was there stuck up on a top self of a book case) as I was saying I grew strong e enough to lock my mind with hers. She set her self free that night though how she did it she could not say. I blocked it out just like before I locked so much a way from her.
Now she was ten and still had no contact with other people. She talked to me now and again although I grew tired and week and so my guidness was slim at the best of times.
She did find a town and there she started on steeling food to live on. Soon older children were teaching he the tricks of the trade. But most of the time they would also take what she go. She learned to be tough and quick. Soon she had picked up a mouth on hr from the older children and a bad attitude to go with it.
I was able to form words but only for a little while and only a few times a mouth. But when I did I did not like what she had to say and was helpless to stop it.
In the years to come I grew stronger soon I could talk and see again then to change shape from just the bag but nothing of much use. I fear that the one night when I did what needed to be done slowed down my morphing process.
I do not like what I see with myst now she has a bad mouth and nasty attitude. She needs friends and family. But she thinks she needs no one but herself and me.
I can see her resistance breaking away some since coming to the RDS. Hopefully here she will find a family and some friends. She needs someone that will be there when I u unlock her mind she can’t do it on her won.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:01 am
Name: Kimina Age: 17 Race: neko-humanoid Appearance: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b282/sadron/Anime Girls/waterfly.jpgWeapons (if any): A mystically charged naginata and an elaborate battle staff. Armor (if any): reinforced ribboncloth robe, a strong material woven with angel hair. Fighting style (if any): Shorin-ryu Special abilities (if any): Frost and Fire magical spells Other info/backround: Kimina's existence could easily be defined as a demi-deity, being that she could most likely be part-angel. Because of her usually calm manner of handling situations and her enchanting beauty, she has been nicknamed by some Michiko.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:30 am
Name: Feame Rose
Age: 200
Race: Half-dragon, Half-giant
Apperence: 8 ft tall, white half-breed. He has no tail, but has large white wings. Typical half-breed look.
Weapons: Crimson Ruination...a Great sword with a special trait...
Armor: White armor with Crimson trim. Stronger than mythril, but heavier than ebony. It has a matching shield that hides in the armor with a red dragon crest on it.
Fighting style: Strait baserker!
Other info/ backround: He is the adoptive son of an arc-angel, named Zeke Rose. He is known to be in contact with Zeke through his mind, for his da' is in the spirit world. Raised as an outcast on the outskirts of a town. He grew up in a cave. Now he roams to strengthen himself, so that he may please his da' when he oneday returns to the phisical world. He travels dimentions, and time zones. His experiance is vast, and growing still.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 10:43 am
Name: Timothy Raptor
Age: 20-ish (does not remember how old he is. Has lived long. Looks like
he is around that age though.)
Race: demon
Apperence: He has dark black hair. Bloodred eyes, his clothes in from the clan his was in. But he quit because he thought the king was a sellfish scum.
Weapons (if any): Whatever he can find he can manage. Carries a dagger on his left side. The belt is wrapped around his waist twice. Making a double band. The shelf is black, but the handle of the dagger is formed like a human spine that is of silver. The blade is just plane metal.
Armor (if any): He uses his dagger to protect himself.
Fighting style (if any): Depends what weapon he has. Can master all weapons he know of. There is some he havent even heard of. But altogether it would make him very dangerous.
Special abilities (if any): His temper gives him special abilities.
Other info/ backround: Does not know much about his background. He only has flashback memories when he sleeps. That he thinks are only dreams. Seeing the great Midian in his dreams. When he were a fighter, her did not like the king at all. Tried to kill him more times than he ate. Truly had a passion of hateing that king. Because of he was happy and had a family. Timothy first grew jelaous then grew mad with passion. Surprised himself that he hated someone that much. He knows how the king looks like and would do anything to try to kill him again. Now he seeks a way to find about his family.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:38 am
Name: Mack
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Occupation: Working for Aliator as one of The Hunter Slayers
Weapons (if any): Mack uses a number of different weapons and is very trained with them all but he enjoys using his pistols them most.
Armor (if any): Mack had a full set of plate. The plate itself is engraved with various symbols and writings that not many people can understand. It is silver and makes him look twice the size of his actual body.
Fighting style (if any): Own fighting style
Special abilities (if any): None apart from the fact that he is very fast on his feet and talented with weapons.
Other info/ backround: Mack's background is very hazy to him. All that is known is he was born from the genes of Aliator and looks almost exactly the same as him. He has been serving Ali for as long as he can remember untill lately, he has another person to serve, Amara. It all started on the night of Amara's birthday when Ali gave him to her to satisfy her needs. Mack had always liked Amara but this was more than anyone could ever ask for. One thing lead to another, and Amara is now pregnant with Mack's child, forcing Mack to protect his new forming family aswell as Ali's.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:11 pm
Name:Micali Youry
Age:looks 22
Race: humen
Apperence:6'4" tall with ragody brown hair. brod sholdered wiht a old worn out gray butten up shirt draped over them. Alwase with a pack of cigs in the brest pocket. his armes and chest where littered with tattos. All of them religes paseges or simbels. his lower body was covered with a old pare of dress pance black ,but faded over the years in to a off gray. his feet where only covered wiht a wraping of cloth as where his hands. his eyes where a deep blue like the crips water.
Weapons (if any):Fist and pistel
Armor (if any): his skin was filled wiht holy power makeing it as toufe as dragon hide
Fighting style (if any): grapoling with a hint of street fighting
Special abilities (if any): he was a master of holy magic. Even to the extent of makeing himself able to breng him self back to life. it was nota easy task but it was posabul
Other info/ backround: he was rased in a small town in rome. He was rased around the same time as Jesouse was still walking this land. He was a follow of his and stud by him till the day that he was killed. The boy was fathfull to him like no other he made the apousels look like siners in his presence. and as souch he was put to death at the crose next to the man he follwed. A boy if 12 killed for his belefs. For his fathfulness he was brout back just days after jesouse himself was . ever since he moved from place to place spreding the words of the lord by mouth and text. Finding his way to the RDS once befor and makeing his mark and leaving traning oce agen to gain his skills even more. Traning and makeing his stand with miny of demon and other hellish things he came as close to a god as a man could with his holy stranth . SO he came back both for a home and for his love that ran from him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:05 am
Name:Satanic_Darkness
Age:Appears to be a 21 year old looking woman but is a 6488 year old demonic vampire
Race biggrin emonic/Vampire
Apperence biggrin ark and pretty verry seductive and ultra vain
Thats my avi art chibi of what she is^^
And thats me IRL!!
Weapons (if any):Angelic bow and double cresent moonblades
Armor (if any) razz rotection spells leven 50+ and a mage shield
Fighting style (if any):Modern jujitsu
Special abilities (if any):Can transform into a black dragon..and spit acid at opponents as it can change to her dominic necro form.....the dark mage she really is
Other info/ backround:My charra die in the gaian war while saving her beloved...they both died in a firestorm but her love for him forever burns inside her charcoiled chest!
She was resurected by a mage who saw potential in her powers and brought her and her beloved back to this realm......only her revenge and the taste for blood rests withing her blackend heart as she wonders through the dark ally's of gaia and scavenges for food.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 9:20 am
Name:Yuriko Nomiya Age:17 Race:Goddess of Lonliness Appearence:  When she's fighting she looks like this:  Weapons:Sacred Arrows Armor(if any):a mist stronger than steel surronds her fighting style(if any):just casts spells special abilities(if any):can sing one song that hypnotieses everyone other info/background:doesn't talk much
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