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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:39 pm
Quote: Dorian  Username: Mariana Saravan
Character Name: Dorian (Black was her Mother's maiden name but her father's side doesn't "do" last names.)
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: The next Malcanthet, heir to Avarice
Age: 23
Species: Cambion
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Straight…her father wishes otherwise. As for the actual act, she doesn't speak much about it unless asked.
Bio:
Dorian was…born, if that’s the correct word to an Incubus father and a human/witch Mother. For the first seven years of her life, she was still…dead more or less. It was only because her mother knew what she had laid with to create the child that Dorian was safe from being buried.
You see…Dorian’s mother (Bella) had caste a spell. Or rather, she was in the middle of it. However, she didn’t close her cleansing circle…she hadn’t even made one really. And she entered into her spell with her spell’s intent not matching up to her true intent. You see, Dorian’s mother casted an attraction spell to attract a suitable husband but honestly, a husband wasn’t what she wanted.
And so…Dorian’s sire (Vincent) was attracted do to the intentions of the selfish, greedy witch. It fell perfectly into line with what his Queen wanted…a child that could be raised between the two of them. After all, a Succubus and an Incubus can not have children together. Any child towards any of them, would need human contribution…and then slowly be turned from half to full through a series of rituals that Dorian has shied away from.
Basically, that story goes that a witch caste the wrong net, attracted the high up Incubus that, in his greed, took to her spell and used her. However, there was some…softness between the two of them. He was thankful that the witch gave birth to his spawn, and was thankful that the human raised her for 13 years before he brought her back to the castle.
And so, from the age of 13 on, Dorian was made into the “perfect” little heir. Her father, once the royal consort, was crowned in matrimony and she was made an official heir. Now…some might say that her race/species belongs to the kingdom of Lust and they might be right. But what’s greedier than a creature that sucks out your energy, your soul, and still wants more?
Ever since she turned 16, her father has pressured her into taking a lover of her own. Dorian has, more or less, refused. She still has her ties to humanity, and she feels that it wouldn’t be right at the moment. Despite how much her nature wants otherwise. Besides, first a lover…then a harem…her appetite would keep growing and she knows it. As it is…her hunger for more and more is already present, she doesn’t want to deal with anything more.
That and she’s found out little facts about the hidden ritual to take away her humanity. And, despite her Father and step-mother’s wishes, she wants to honor her birth mother and keep her humanity for as long as she could…
And yet, as her 23rd birthday drew close Dorian has suffered through an attempt at assassination. Despite her father and “mother’s” poweress in finding out who did what, they sent her to an old geezers house…but only after finding out that all the heirs who had been attacked were there…being kept under close watch.
Dorian has a feeling that the only reason they sent her there was to try and tempt her into starting the rituals that she’s not supposed to know about…
Weapons:
Whips, that’s about it sorry.
Powers
Succubus powers-
---Everything has to be fueled by energy…and she has to get her energy from other beings through physical interactions.
---Her one major power is that she can dream walk or otherwise reach into people’s consciousness.
---Energy sensing: She can tell who, what, when, and where...and usually why energies are left behind or spike. She has a connection more towards knowing where "her" kind are (or at least her father's) since their energy has a very unique feel to it. By the different feels she can tell the different species as well - although some are so muddled they're hard to tell.
---Scent shifting - her scent is never the same for every person. It always changes for each individual to whatever you instinctively like the most at any given time.
---Remnants of a Succubus aura - She can make you feel at "ease" with her if you're male or kind of put you off if you're female. She can't control this, its always on. It also makes it so animals do not like her, they view her as threat. But anything with a humanoid form and is male is way more than open game.
Human/witch Abilities-
---She has a minor magical ability (though her magic is an old kind and takes a while to take effect) that is still fed through what she gains with her succubus powers.
---Minor telekinetic fueled by her witch powers which are fueled by her succubus powers.
Other: Her room at Veritas Castle (best viewed as the slideshow)
As a Cambion she has a natural…allure to her, so to say, but that’s not actually a power so much as a side effect. After staying a while in the presence of females, they seem to grow a…distance for her. Now that might be instinctual, or that might be because their males are naturally drawn to her. She doesn’t have to breath, her skin absorbs oxygen out of her environment as needed. She’s cold to the touch unless she’s recently “fed”…
Dorian's "true name" is Vida and only her Father and herself know this. A "true name" for her is the only way to bind her from using you without your permission - basically like getting her to freeze in the middle of a feed. It takes a small ritual to use it to bind her...but the ritual is so easy its almost funny. This knowledge isn't wide spread though, the current Malcanthet has spent eons trying to wipe this knowledge from the world since every Cambion, Incubus, and Succubus have a "true name".
Description:
She has a presence around her, that no matter what she does, she can’t get rid of. It draws males to her, incites them to try something, and in a way it can get her in trouble because it makes it very hard for her to do any sort of hiding. Her eyes are a clear blue, piercing, and her blond hair seems to catch light no matter how she moves. Her body is shapely, and her posture is confident. Like her father, she is one image of being perfection, unlike her father that’s the only image she has and she kind of has a certain pride about that despite wanting to have more.
Family:
---Her father is Vincent (Crowned King of Avarice) who is an Incubus.
---Her biological mother is Bella Black who is a rather well off witch in her own right.
---Her "step" mother is Aliyavenya who is the current Malcanthet and the Queen of Avarice.
---Her "brother" (not at all blood related) is Lucien who is a half Dragonborn.AlbumCode
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:43 pm
Quote: Lucien  Username: Mariana Saravan Character Name: Lucien of Avarice
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Son of Aliyavenya, which makes him royal.
Age: 25
Species: Half Dragonborn, Half human with an Incubus Scar
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight – Thankfully his “father” has left him alone with that one.
Weapons: Sword and spear – yes its over done, but lets just say he likes classics a lot.
Bio: Born between an unknown union of a Dragonborn male and the current Queen of Avarice (the Current Malcanthet) Aliyavenya, Lucien has had a mixed life. As his mother wasn’t human, the union did produce a child, but as his father wasn’t human he wasn’t a cambion. Aliyavenya claimed to not know that the father had been Dragonborn, but later on Lucien found out that was a complete lie – as practiced as the queen was there was no way she could not have noticed the energy signal.
Later he found out that he was a tactical move by the current queen – the Dragonborns had wanted to remove the Malcanthet from the thrown of Avarice. With his birth, it assured her that no harm would come upon where they lived and for his benefit the capital of Avarice had been moved while she was pregnant. You see, Dragonborns won’t knowingly bring harm their own or for their own to knowingly bring harm to themselves. And as the Malcanthet had given birth to one of them, despite his mixed heritage, she and her kingdom was saved from war for the time being.
So you see he wasn’t born out of love…but out of need for a tactical advantage. He was a curiosity to the queen, his mother, after that and he didn’t grow up with a bad life at all despite the near war conditions he’d be conceived in. He had enough rules to keep him grounded when needed but enough freedom to do as he wanted so he didn’t loose his free spirit. He had been told he wasn’t going to be the heir since only a female could be the Malcanthet and Aliyavenya had liked the idea of the two roles being one. However at the age of fifteen when his other form and the word-of-law set in, he was secured a promise that he’d have an easy life if he so chose it as long as he swore his loyalties and protection to Dorian – his two year younger “sister”. With that promise he was given a section of land to call his own if he ever wanted to get away from the castle for a while.
At seventeen, when the feeling of his family’s energies got to be a little too much for him, Lucien took to his estate in the north western region of Avarice where there was just as many hills as flat land and forest areas. He had more chance to learn to fly in the remote area, and fly well, than on the sea and shore capital where everyone gasped at a dragon taking flight in the sky. That’s how he spent a handful of years – learning the arts of being himself – until he returned to court at the age of twenty-two. It was awkward for him to realize that at first he hadn’t recognized his own “sister”, given the circumstances of meeting up with her again, but thankfully she’d just laughed it off with a smile.
He wouldn’t say an exact friendship formed, no…but he’d given his word to do his best to protect her and that kind of had a bond of its own. Besides, friendship usually required staying in the same presence of someone for large amount of times – something that even as a half Dragonborn he found hard to do and keep the appropriate “brother” thoughts.
However, one night when he’d stayed too long playing a few card and board games with her, and testing himself in that regard, Lucien woke up to a blaring pain in his chest. One of his vows were about to be threatened, or broken. It had instantly woken him up and by the he’d gotten into Dorian’s room, he hadn’t seemed completely human. The attacker had come in through a servants door…only to be met with a pissed off half dragonborn brother of their mark.
Dorian’s room had to be rebuilt after that…lets just say that.
Dorian doesn’t know that sooner or later, after something is taken care of, Lucien very well might be joining her. After all, how can he keep his vow of doing his best to protect her if he’s so far away when he knows she just had an assassination attempt?
Powers: As a Half Dragonborn he has the ability to shift into a full dragon form, however because of the fact that he’s a mix breed he can not sustain this form as long, nor is it anywhere near as big as a regular Dragonborn. While he can breathe out a noxious fume, he also can not breathe fire like a full Dragonborn. He is physically enhanced compared to a human, and his strength even is something like x10 what a normal human can do. He can walk through fire and not get burned, however as he still needs to breathe too much smoke can choke him. Lucian can pull a lenses over his eyes which, while it makes his eyes seem to “glow” or be "reptilian", will allow him to “see in the dark”, see at high levels in the air and water no matter the speed traveling and/or see a longer distance with more accuracy.
Other: Being a half dragonborn is a rare, rare thing. It is almost to the point that it is untested and unknown. Dragonborns aren’t compatible with humans and their DNA is usually dominant in any other matching which usually makes the others full dragonborn.
Any word of honor he gives out, he has to comply with. It is an old, eternal magic that is wrapped around his soul. If he does not at least attempt to comply with his word to the best he is able, then he feels excruciating pain. The older he gets, the more pain is induced. Soon, he won’t be able to break his word without fear of death.
He’s more susceptible of being noticed by anything with a sense for energy or anything of that sort do to the “incubus scar” he holds.
Description: He stands at five feet and ten inches, but has a presence around him that screams at being taller than that. Often enough, his eyes shift colors but no matter the color they always feel like they're piercing you - seeing your truth and deep into your soul. There's a confident ease about his movements that almost screams of being a predator. For obvious reasons, he's had a few lovers of his own but he's not open about that at all and that's something you can sense. His attitude is usually gentle, confident of course, but gentle none the less. His voice, however, is much like his eyes - clear, direct, and makes you feel as if he's sending it straight to your soul. There is no sugarcoating him that way, you either take what he is or you don't. Either way, he knows what he wants, he knows what he can do, and he knows just how to bite off your head if you try to attack him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:45 pm
Quote: Martin Chris Hearthon  Username: Banethebone Character Name: Martin Chris Hearthon Kingdom: Avarice Occupation/Class: willing servant Age: 23 Species: Human Gender: Male Sex: mostly Straight(potentially bi) Bio:He was sent due to an agreement with the king. The king would do what he could for Martin's family, wherever they might be in all this. And he would do whatever the king asked. Or so Martin had thought. He was ordered to never disclose who sent him. For what reason, and he did know the answers to these questions. But he needed to believe he didn't for slip ups happen when you force yourself to lie. Forcing yourself to forget was harder, but more effective. He served the king of Avarice for almost a decade. Time seemed to have flown by as his own body remained a stranger. Why was he so unique. And why did he always feel as if the King wanted his head on a plate! Now he enters the scene as he finds the unfamiliar darkness of sleep. Weapons:None (trained in usage, but not allowed to carry) Powers: Limitless physical energy(limited on means of expending it) Self-energy suppression(not often a conscious action) Other: He is still a servant and will obey without question...He knows of who he is destined. And will not limit his actions because of this. For the past several years he was drained heavily at the delight of the king, in order to make his system sporadic. And now he even found that mysterious mistress known as sleep visiting him nightly or whatever it was inside the cart he had been riding in. Description: Written. 5' 11", about 155lbs. He is lean with broad shoulders. His hands are slightly calloused from years of hard work. Dark Brown hair, semi-curly and long. Background/writing style example: As his eyes came into focus the sight of his father brought him back to reality. ~This couldn't be his father, he was dead or was this a dream~
As he neared the man a sense of guilt overcame him, colliding forcefully with each moment he had worked and thought only of himself.
But the man was no specter. It embraced him, and tears flowed from its eyes, and the only words that escaped its gasping sobs was:"My son, I thought I had lost you!" At those words his heart wrenched and he bolted upright in the cart. And it was then he knew where and when he was. And who he was not with. He thought of his "destiny" as the king had called it. He had picked up some of the details, but there had to be a catch. He was to find out his purpose in his own time, but expose nothing of who had sent him, or who he was sent to aid. The King had said this was freedom. But now Martin realized, he had only chained himself tighter to the throne, upon which sat Vincent, king of Avarice!
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 1:54 pm
Quote: Valas Enteri Username: Apollo96 Character Name: Valas Entreri Kingdom: Justice Occupation/Class: Heir, Magus Age: 127 Species: Moon Elf Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: ] Valas was born into the royal Entreri family. He was born second of two males and three females. As such he was constantly reminded that his brother Archibald would be the heir to the throne. As the second son Royal decree compelled him to study magic. He was sent to the Academy to study the theory of the five areas of magic: Terra, Necromancy, Healing, Nature, and Water. During the Five years of magic theory he was given the opportunity to learn the basics of sword fighting and archery. After he completed the academy he was given two weeks to choose his area of magic. Valas chose the nature and water magic. He didn’t need to think about it too long as the two were the magic of his god. Gilean the god of Justice granted power to his faithful priests and magi who prayed to him. After he chose he was sent to the Tower of Aquiose to master the arts of the water magic. He stayed at the tower for 50 years before going to the Arch wood keep where he learned all of the mysteries of nature. When Valas mastered both Water and Nature he went wandering for a few years. One day he came upon an assassin who claimed he was there to kill him as the heir of the justice kingdom. The assassin was obviously nothing more than a thug apparently not knowing he was a mage. Valas questioned the fool before killing him. He learned of the death of his brother Prince Archibald and how he was now the next heir to the throne. The news was staggering to him and he hurried on home to his family. Upon reaching home the king told him of the castle he would be going to a castle in the mortal plane to be protected from the assassin’s from the rival kingdoms. After two weeks he was on his way to the mortal plane on route to the castle. Weapons: Scimitar and Bow; Valas decided during sword training he liked the scimitar and a short bow. When he returned from home he was given a Solid mythril scimitar with sapphires and emeralds engraved in the blade. He also has a short bow made of a tree from the sacred moon forest. Powers: Valas is a master of both Water and Nature magic. He also has skill with a scimitar and a bow. Description: Valas is like most elves very tall standing at 6 feet 2 inches He is considered very attractive by standards of the moon elves. Like the others of his race He has pale skin. He has shoulder length hair that is a golden. His most distinguishing characteristic is his deep lavender eyes. He is usually in his dark green cloak with the edges of the sleeves sea blue. He wears a platinum medallion with a set of scales pictured on it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:52 pm
Quote: Ser Jasper Martin ◄ ◄ ◄ Manozz55xxxxxxxxxxxx   xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Jasper Martin S p e c i e s : Human with a wraith parasite G e n d e r : Male A g e : 23 H e i g h t : Six Feet W e i g h t : One-hundred and seventy three E y e s : Dark Blue S k i n T o n e : Slightly Pale from being half dead Hair Color : Very Dark Brown S e x : Straight B u i l d : Average build O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Scar across his torso from the wound that should have killed him. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Wrath C l a s s : Knight O c c u p a t i o n : Currently a Royal Guard A l l i e s : Mishka, Lincoln, Gregoir. E n e m i e s : Anyone who wishes the Royal family harm. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Jasper was noble born in the kingdom of wrath. His father server the Wrath king as his top military adviser. So it was only natural that Jasper was being raised to do so as well. But in all honesty Jasper wanted to be on the battlefield executing these tactics. Instead of staying behind the safety of these stone walls.
Needless to say Jasper would more than occasionally stray away from his book work and wander the castle. More than once to go spy on the kings daughter, Mishka. He wasn't sure what it was about her. Whether it was her stunning good looks or her sweet melodies. But she had stolen his heart the first time he'd seen her. He still wanted her even after the mishap in the gardens where she almost took his life. Even when the knight told him that their love could never be.
Now, his father was always furious with him because he was leaving his studies and doing who knows what. But the more his father pushed the issue the more Jasper's desire to become a knight grew. And eventually when war struck he did just that. His father was devastated and threatened countless times to disown his son if he did not reconsider. But Jasper chased his dream anyway. It certainly got him closer to Mishka, and that was what he wanted.
But during his squireship Mishka was sent off to Veritas' kingdom for protection. It heart broke Jasper. But on the other hand it made him determined to become a knight so he could see her again. And with this determination he quickly earned knighthood, which even his father was proud of.
But Jasper wasn't sent to Veritas' kingdom as a bodyguard. Instead he was sent to the front lines where brought about the misfortune of the wraith. The army was in full retreat after a portion of their army had been cut off by an enemy surprise attack. Jasper was part of the force to be cut off. One by one he saw his allies fall around him. But he fought on letting his determination to see Mishka again drive him. But in the end even that wasn't enough. He suffered a mortal slash across his chest and was bleeding out quickly.
But death was offering him a second chance. A chance to see his beloved again. On the condition that Jasper would kill every so often to send new souls to death. Jasper agreed without hesitation not thinking of the consequences. All he wanted was to see Mishka again. And so he became fused with a wraith. Granting him the ability of telekinesis.
When he returned to Wrath he shocked even the king himself. And was granted one wish through his great service. He of course chose to serve as a body guard to the royal family.
Now, the times he's spent here at Veritas' castle has been odd indeed. Besides being set on fire by Mishka and being taken over by the wraith twice. He's witnessed just how mad the god really is. And what sick games he likes to put people through. But he also met someone who sort of opened his eyes. How not being able to marry and have a family was heartbreaking. And he's been dealing and thinking deeply on whether he should just let Mishka go and let her be happy. And hopefully find happiness for himself. P e r s o n a l i t y : If you're his friend Jasper basically treats you with respect. He cares and protects his friends just like they were family and is very loyal to them. But no matter what he is rather blunt about things. And he is truthful. Now if you don't know him and he doesn't know you. He could be a complete a*****e depending on how you approach him. And you social status. Also from being infested with the wraith he's recently grown to like testing people. To see if they will give into fear or if they will get out of their bubble and take a risk. L i k e s : D i s l i k e s : Again self-explanatory xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telekinetic ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Jasper can move human beings with his Telekinesis. He can move most objects. Also he can send a wave of telekinetic force at people to knock them back. He can also focus the telekinetic energy to allow him to use his dai-katana in one hand. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Using his power in excess with wear him down quickly. And to be able to move human beings he needs total concentration. Otherwise he could end up ripping them apart. He can move heavy objects. But nothing like buildings. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 8
W e a p o n s : Dai-katana (two handed katana), spiked gauntlet, two hidden daggers, a longsword, a nifty blade in his boot, and his bare hands from extreme hand to hand combat training.... a guard of the Royal Family has to be prepared. 
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 3:32 pm
Quote: Navarum  Username: CzarVictor Character Name: Navarum Kingdom: Patience Occupation/Class: Monk Age: 24 Species: Humanized Seraph Gender: Male Sex: Straight- Vowed Bio: Bio patience: Navarum woke at his present form some time ago, on earth and in the form of a human he wandered the lands, in search of his task. The reason for his being failed to come to his mind, he could remember much of being an angel in the heavens, but not the task he was given, it must be normal for one to search it out before completing it. Many years had passed before he finally melded into mortal societies, he found himself in patience in the present decade. Their kingdom’s ways did well to him, he took to the place and became a part of it, as a monk he became a philosopher and man of thought, he took as many students as would accept his teachings. He took much time of his days to reflect in silent meditations still trying to beseech his purpose, leading him on a tour of the kingdoms searching for a quest. Weapons: Faith, the arts. Powers: Light and Fire Other: A follower of Metatron, thus a Metatron’s cube is imbued into his back
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 3:33 pm
Quote: Haven Greene  Username:Kisesu no ai Character Name: Haven Greene Kingdom: Fortitude Occupation/Class: Heir to the Throne of Fortitude Age: 25 though he looks older. Species: Touched Gender: Male Sex: Bisexual but favors the women folk. Bio: Magic still runs through the blood of mortals. Mostly this appears as neat tricks like manipulating fire or reading minds. Every few generations, magic appears in its purest form. The people who wield this magic are said to be touched, for the strange magic does strange things to their bodies. One of these select few is Haven Greene. Haven was born into the royal family of the kingdom of fortitude. The oldest of his siblings it is he that will inherit the throne when the time comes. A job that he has been preparing for his entire life. Like others of his kind, Haven had a strange childhood. Because of the pure magic running rampant through his body, he aged faster than other boys, looking far older than he really is. Though his physical body appears to grow older, he life is not shortened. It is unknown how long he will live. As soon as he could walk, his parents began training him for his role of future king of fortitude. Lessons in combat and horse riding were mixed with dancing and etiquette. To his parents pride, he grew into a fine man, strong enough to protect his contry, but kind enough so that his people will love him. Though he did not want to leave his kingdom, he was forced to go to Veritis's castle after the assassination attempts began. As the heir, it was important that he was kept safe until the war is over. Weapons: Rapier. Powers: Haven has the ability to tap into the ambient energy around him to create walls of force. Tough gases can pass through the barrier, solids and liquids cannot. Other: Havens eyes are light purple and he has intricate tattoes on his right arm.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:50 am
Quote: Danae Bascov User Name: Apollo96 Character Name: Danae Lise Bascov  Kingdom: Prudence Occupation/Class: Princess Sword Master Age: 18 Species: Elf Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: Danae was born a year after her twin brothers Demetri and Nikolai. Her parents the King and Queen of Prudence seeing the country being constantly at war had Danae take all sorts of martial training. At the age of six Danae had taken up a sword. Part of the reason she had taken up weapons was the abilities that were prominent in her elder brothers were latent in her. To her parents chagrin the sword that fit her best was the scimitar, usually used by common cutthroats around the kingdom, as thus she learned the art of the sword. She took lessons from the sword master of the kingdom, Elias, and soon mastered the technique of a single sword and used a dirk as a second weapon. At the age of fourteen Elias bestowed the title of sword master too her. She was given enchanted armor that could turn even the most deadly of blade and always sparkled like it was just polished. Danae being the third born child was not important to the succession of the throne so her education didn’t cover most of the protocol that her elder brothers’ had been forced to learn. Danae was naturally drawn to the forest. She would spend weeks at a time out there. She would have a couple of guards of course. Danae would make things difficult for her guards and run off making a game of it. On one of these trips a few months after she had turned seventeen the telekinesis powers started to develop within her. She had been in the forest and was wandering when she came face to face with an eight hundred pound grizzly bear. Having only her sword wasn’t conducive to surviving. The bear was advancing on her when suddenly it flew through the air and smashed into a tree. As no one else was around she came to the conclusion that she had made the bear fly back into tree at least knocking it out cold. When she got back she had hoped to have Nikolai help teach her to use her abilities. He had always been her favorite sibling. Well favorite was a bit strong of word more like less likely to avoid her. As it was, for some reason unknown to her Demetri had always been cold to her. Nikolai hadn’t been exactly cold to her but he hadn’t really taken the time to bond with her. Danae felt that Nikolai got the raw end of things when it came to most matters. Their parents clearly favored Demetri although she wasn’t exactly sure why. She didn’t think it was fair but it kept her out of trouble most of the time when everyone else was focused on him. Danae and her guard returned to the city in the castle and she was unnerved by the unnatural silence she had walked into. She looked around and all of the shops had closed and a circle opened up around Danae as she walked toward the castle. She walked into the castle to see the entire royal guard assembled several surrounding her parents but Danae didn’t see her brothers anywhere. As the guard saw her several rushed up to her and made a protective circle around her. The king rushed up to her and embraced her with a big bear hug. “I’m glad you are ok. I hate to be the barer of bad news but your brother Demetri has been assassinated. The news of this didn’t faze her as much as she thought it should but he had never liked her. The feeling was quite mutual. The next nine months the kingdom was a bit rather quiet as it should have been. The proper mourning time for a member of the royal family was seven months. The black flags were hung with his crest on it for those months. Danae stood in her silver armor in her room. She hooked on her scimitar and dirk on her belt and left her room. It still amazed her how light the armor was as the full armor weighed only about forty pounds. Danae watched the sun come up as she and a small pack of soldiers started off towards her temporary home. Weapons: A scimitar and a dirk. Powers: Telekinesis Description: Danae like most elves is very attractive. She stands about five foot six and is slender with an athletic build. She has dark blue eyes and has shoulder length black hair that shines in the sun.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:14 pm
Quote: Somni Tanti  Username: III The Sorceress III Character Name: Somni Tanti Kingdom: Wrath Occupation/Class: Priestess Age: 191 Species: Dream Weaver Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: In the realm the Dream Weavers are native to, one of the few laws which were concerned with the creation of dreams; killing the dreamer in their dream. It was believed that doing so would ultimately kill the dreamer. Somni was merely an apprentice at weaving when her master inspected her weavings and discovered she had woven clothes depicting the death of the dreamer for which she wove. As punishment, Somni was banished to the realm of dreamers as it was believed that doing so would bring about a slow death to the Dream Weaver. Obviously, the facts were not quite right as Somni lived and has done so for a long while in the Kingdom of Wrath. Interested in the culture of the dreamers she once weaved for, she began to study different aspects of it from their history, the languages which she could never quite grasp, to even their religion. It was religion which really drew her interest. It took a few years for the masked woman to train and finally be accepted into the church as a priestess. And from there, she watched the church’s power slowly decline in the kingdom. Still, she continued to lead her masses though in attempts to restore the power she had once seen them have, led them with the assistance of her weavings of illusions, using nothing short of fire and brimstone to strike fear yet anger into the hearts of those who attended her masses. Weapons: A metal staff Powers: Has the ability to create illusions, creatures, and objects from weavings which would be used for dreams for a short period of time, using multiple weavings shortens the time. Fighting against the illusion, item, or creature created from these weavings will wear down the time which they can exist in the realm. If this happens it will return to its simple cloth form. Fire however will completely destroy the weaving no matter the state in which it was burned. If it is an illusion, item, or creature, it will take a few moments longer than if just burning the weaving. These weavings can also be used on sleeping people. The easiest way to escape from these dreams would be simply waking up. ((Would only be used with permission from other players and if it had been discussed before hand.)) Other: Never quite got a hold on speaking fluently in any of the languages which were spoken and as result speaks in a very broken manner. Since the air is different from what her kind were used to breathing, she often finds herself coughing or having to speak slowly in order to prevent herself from falling victim to harsh coughing fits. She still wears the mask which she wore when creating dreams before being banished as she is still a firm believer in not letting the dreamers see their weaver’s face. Description: Somni hides her face behind a mask which fully covers her face, long black feathers lining the sides almost resembling a lion’s mane. She wears a simple black hooded cloak, covering herself completely in it, hiding her frail body, even her hands are gloved. Under the cloak, behind the mask, though there is pale skin, like that akin to one who has not seen the light of day for ages. Under the hood which is usually pulled up to the back of the feathers of her mask, long white hair is hidden. Constantly wide opened brilliant golden eyes study the still strange world around her, and possibly the only physical indication she is not human. Her black cloak is decorated with pockets and pouches on its outside layer, and some even in the inside. She carries a simple and non-decorated staff on her, mainly used as a walking stick and support when she breaks into a coughing fit.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:45 pm
Quote: Mortis  Username:Kisetsu No Ai Character Name: Mortis Kingdom: Used to be a member of both Patience and Wrath, loyalty lies with Prudence now, thought she does not belong to the kingdom Occupation/Class: Warrior Age: 270 Species: Fallen Gender: Female Sex: straight Bio: Even among the kingdoms of the good warriors are needed to protect those that need protecting. Mortis did not always go by that name. There was once a time where she was an Angle protecting the side of good, a member of the kingdom of Patience. But as with many people, war changed her. Anger grew inside of her, slowly consuming her until she snapped. In a fit of rage, she began killing everything around her, both friend and foe. Several fell to her blade until she was finally subdued. No matter how much she protested, they darkness was in her, the rage was part of her. Tears in their eyes, the elders ripped her wings from her, and banished her from the kingdom. Numb, she spent years wandering the land, until she finally went to the kingdom of Wrath, who took her in after hearing her story. Weapons: Spear Powers: None. Other: There are two scars on her back from where her wings were ripped off.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:48 pm
Quote: GREGOIR BASCOV ◄ ◄ ◄ Manozz55xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Gregoir BascovS p e c i e s : Elf G e n d e r : MaleA g e : 17 H e i g h t : six foot W e i g h t : One-hundred (looks to be one-hundred and fifty.) E y e s : Hazel S k i n T o n e : Dark S e x : Straight B u i l d : Average build O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : None at the current time xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Prudence C l a s s : Prince O c c u p a t i o n : Skirt Chasing Lech; professional alcoholic A l l i e s : Jasper E n e m i e s : Those who oppose Alcohol xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Gregoir growing up was not so normal. In fact he was far from being like the rest of his sibilings. He wasn't always like this but the way his parents drooled over Demetri made him grow distant. And at age ten he discovered an old ale storage his father had. His curiosity lead him to drink some, and then more, and then even more. And by the time that he was finished he had nearly drunk himself to death. The doctors said it was a miracle that he even lived.
After that incident his father had the ale storage sealed off and there was no way to gain access. But Gregoir wanted more of, what he called, the miracle drink. So he began sneaking out of the castle and going to local taverns to drink. The barkeeps questioned him but he shoved the royalty card in their face and was no longer denied drink. He would often stumble home bruised from falling so much. Many called him a disgrace and an embarresment to the crown. His own parents bought into the public and deemed that he was adopted out of the goodness of their heart. A few knew the truth but they were silenced.
Then at age fifteen Gregoir had his first encounter with a barmaid. She noticed his wealth and attached to him in an instant. He'd been curious about the female sex for a while now and saw this as an opportune moment. Granted his parents would have her killed if he brought her back to the castle for a night of fun. So he took her to a local inn and they had their fun there. But by morning the woman was left heartbroken to see that she was the only one laying in the bed. She was not the only victim of this act. Countless women fell before Gregoir. Blinded by his wealth and noticeable power of authority. He thought of it as a game and soon tried to see how many he could court in a night before he had to go back to the castle.
A few months after his seventeenth birthday Gregoir was sent off to Veritas' estate. A long way away from home. There he met some interesting people and has broken the hearts of many maids who reside there. But he's yet to score with one of the royal members of the other kingdoms. But the ale is good and the women are abundant. He couldn't ask for much more than that. P e r s o n a l i t y : How to put this... Gregoir will do what it takes in hopes of "getting lucky" Whether that be a charming and seductive male. Or displaying some sort of power to make women cling to him. He's also a bit short tempered when he's not on the drink and often has awkward moments. But on the drink he's prone to sudden mood swings. He could be happy and bubbly and even tolerable. But the slightest thing as his drink not being filled could send him in a temper tantrum that makes him... not so tolerable. L i k e s : Chasing skirts, intaking heavy doses of alcohol, bunny rabbits. D i s l i k e s : Coffee absolutely despises it. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telekinetic ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Gregoir has used his power enough to be able to move most obstacles out of his way. He can pick up objects from across the room and bring them over to him. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : He hasn't mastered organic movement. Thus meaning he can't move humans. And theres a certain weight limit to what he can pick up. With more training this weight limit increases. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y :
7 - trained, less problems with using the power
W e a p o n s : Elven Longsword
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 1:28 pm
Quote: Mira Greene  Username: ChelseahSmileCharacter Name: Miranelle Greene. Or Mira, for short. Kingdom: Fortitude Occupation/Class:Adopted, High Ranking Noble Age: 18 Species: Halfling angel; so she has no wings Gender: Female Sex: She believes herself to be straight, but is lately growing a bit curious. Bio: Mira was born as a sickly child, having almost died at birth. Thus, her birth itself was considered something of a miracle, though all the doctors had said that she might not live long. She's been pulling through, however, by the aid of several medicines, strange healing methods, and of course, the fact that she's half-angel kind of helps things go along. But despite the fact of her rather 'exciting' birth, her life today isn't exactly what'd you'd call thrilling. Or adventurous. Or even pleasant. Her life fits in one, just word: nice. She leads a nice life. Because of her sickly nature, she is extremely sheltered, rarely going anywhere outside the upper floors of the castle since her birth. That the King and Queen of Fortitude even had such an adopted child was unheard of, except for the royal family and some nobles of the other kingdoms. Even the court has not been notified of her presence, as they often feared that men would only charm her because of her status. So, to keep herself from going insane listless, her various activities include: reading, painting, practicing on the piano, drawing, embroidering, reading--oh, wait, we've already said that. Anyhow, you get the point. However, in fear that her health might be further jeopardized by the war and pollution caused by the war with Wrath, her parents had finally agreed to send her to Veritas' castle in the hopes of her safety and in improving her health. (Of course, they haven't met Veritas yet. So Godspeed, Mira.) Weapons: "Well... does a knitting needle count...? No...?" Powers: Like many other angelic beings, she has some degree of telepathy, like trying to access other people's thoughts, but this requires great amounts of strain from her, and often, she can only gain a single thought. Contrasting from this, her mind is sensitive to the emotions of others, but she often gets the emotions mixed up with another. Other: When placed in too stressful of a situation, Mira has panic attacks, and her heart could be put in the danger of stopping. Description: As she never really gets enough sunlight, Mira's complexion is extremely pale, with flaxen hair and lively blue eyes. She is very, very, very delicate and frail, almost resembling a porcelain doll. Drop it, and it will, without a doubt, break. So be careful with her. However, her eyes are a stormy blue color, with a bit of brown in the middle, resembling her unyielding personality. Despite her sickness, she can be quite the optimistic and headstrong character, in true respect to her kingdom. She yearns to experience more of the outside world, and is thus a very curious person, though she makes sure that she doesn't cross being nosy. But also because of her sickness, she tends to be very gullible, sheepish, and somewhat simple-minded. Tell her that a pig flies and she'll exclaim, "Where?!" She hates being lonely, but puts up with it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 1:29 pm
Quote: Alexandria Greene ◄ ◄ ◄ A1iceexxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Alexandria Greene S p e c i e s : Half Angel/ Half Human G e n d e r : Female A g e : Twenty-Four H e i g h t : five feet ten inches W e i g h t : one hundred forty-four pounds E y e s : Her eyes are a deep oceanic blue with flecks of white in the middle when the moon is out. S k i n T o n e : slightly sun-kissed fair skin. Hair Color : Dirty Blonde. S e x : Men, of course. B u i l d : she has a long, slender frame with a small hour-glass shape. She's not all that muscular, but she doesn't rely heavily on her body anyway. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : she has a small scar on her shoulder from when she was young that runs fairly deep. It's noticeably lighter than the rest of her skin and far colder to the touch. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Fortitude C l a s s : Adopted Baroness O c c u p a t i o n : Occasionally goes into town to help orphaned children and volunteers her time elsewhere A l l i e s : N//A E n e m i e s : N//A xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Her youth isn't something that is remembered or something that was really sought after. She lived with a collection of people, one of which being a female with a small, angelic child. The child had bright, golden hair and blue eyes as deep as the ocean. The fair child seemed like she came from the heavens itself, and she did. The mother, however, was sick, and was in dire need of giving her to a caring family for the husband died of a terrible disease that the wife was now suffering of. In an attempt to save the child she requested an audience in front of the benevolent king of fortitude and his lovely wife. The two agreed and listened to the woman's plea, and both listened well-- Placing her with a good family.
Alex was raised like one of their own, and for that she was forever grateful. She was their only daughter and through her childhood caused no problems with her family. She was the apple of her step mother's eye and was always treated with tender love and care from her for she always treated her mother as if she were a saintly figure. Her father, however, found love in the fact she was an extraordinary curious child with a brave soul. She adventured around the castle in her youngest days and eventually began exploring the kingdom's fast rolling plains. While she was very young the king helped quench her thirst for knowledge with stories and fairy tales that he'd tell her every night about extraordinary adventurers and magnificent creatures. A special library was built for her in her parent's castle where she spent a large portion of her nights as long as she could remember. Reading about plants and creatures, trying to gain as much knowledge as possible, but it was never enough. During the day she spent much of her time outside exploring the castle grounds and running around the forest; honing her skills of agility and dexterity. She followed creatures in the trees and gracefully jumped with the herbivores of the forest and meadows. She was a wild child with eyes as deep as the ocean blue and a smile as sweet as can be. She truly was the embodiment of innocence and love and for that her parents were proud.
In her teen years, just after adolescence, her step mother encouraged her to start getting to know the citizens of their kingdom. Alex, wanting to aid the people she so loved, happily agreed and started making daily trips to town and spending hours helping mothers with children, men working in fields, and helping the ailing by retrieving medical herbs and bringing them back. She did it all with a smile on her face and asked for nothing in return, because she was happy she could help others in a kingdom that accepted her as one of their own. The people loved her and she loved the people even though she knew her older brother would one day be their leader, she was fine with just being there. She didn't yearn to lead the kingdom anyway; all she wanted was to help them.
In her early twenties her true adventurer started to blossom. She learned of other near by kingdoms and traveled the area for the last three years of her life until she was twenty-three. She battled demons and continued her voice training that she had started when she was ten and had put off when she was fifteen. With a vaste array of knowledge under her belt and five of sword fighting, she truly was becoming the fighter her father had seen in her all along. With her long, dirty-blonde hair in a single cascading braid she traveled the country side and battled away creatures that harmed small towns. she even fought in her kingdom's war indirectly but upon her return on her 24th birthday, there was an assassination attempt upon her first steps into the town she so loved. Confused and fraught with a large compilation of emotions, she returned to the castle where she was soon sent off somewhere else to be with others she was not yet informed of. P e r s o n a l i t y : Alex is a genuinely warmhearted person. She is extraordinary sympathetic towards others and is always willing to go out of her way to help someone. She has the a heart of gold and the courage of a lion, but the her strength is lacking in that department. Alexandria is extremely adventurous and is more curious than anyone could ever imagine. She constantly searches for new knowledge upon many other things. Though she does have a soft side, she is predominately sarcastic. She's also overly trusting and optimistic the first time around, and almost always expects the best from people. L i k e s : She adores the ocean, swimming, running, and adventuring in general. She loves helping others and flattering strangers. Sheloves a good, intelligent conversation and craves talking to people. She's a sucker for flowers and absolutely loves singing and other forms of music. She also has an interest in drawing and the study of other people, though she doesn't openly admit to either. Most of all though, she loves storms. She will go out of her way to stand outside in the center of a storm, just because. D i s l i k e s : She despises those who are cruel to others and take a form of enjoyment out of it and detests anyone who even tries to hurt someone she loves. She hates spiders--oddly enough-- and has a large problem with those who inflict pain on others for no reason. She dislikes those people who are arrogant and finds people who are full of themselves a nuisance. She also dislikes those who are cold hearted and show little to know sympathy towards others. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Major power of Inhuman reflexes Minor of flight ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : She has cat like reflexes and dexterity when it comes to movement. She has increased agility and stamina making her a very challenging foe. She can leap large distances without her angelic wings and bend and stretch in odd positions. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : If she over exerts herself her muscles tense up and it feels as if gravity's pull on her increases to twice of what it was. the resistance to movement increases the more she pushes her limit. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 W e a p o n s : A single silver cutless she retrieved from a pirate captain upon her travels.
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