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 Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 3:34 pm
((I just realised I haven't made one of these yet.))
Name: Travis Celendel
Nickname(s): Trav, C, Goldie
Age: 365
Race: Half-gold dragon, Half-wood elf
Birthdate: Shieldmeet, Year of lost Dragons
Birthplace: Zionila
Eye Color: silver
Hair Color: Gold (not golden, is looks like strands of glitering gold)
Skin Color: golden tan
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 217
Built (body type): Muscular, but not grossly so. his muscles are very defined
Weapons (optional): Ceox, an ansestrial Katana
Powers (optional): a firm grasp on magic; flight; strength; speed; immune to the efects of fire.
Personal Skills: Master of a Katana; an exelent swimmer; and is supprisingly knolwledgable.
Likes: Swimming, Fencing(not with foils), reading, and chivalry.
Dislikes: Red dragons(read history); closed rooms; andpeople who try to take his horde.
Quirks: deathly afraid of women
History: Born the son of Nashan Celendel (son of Draconus Celendel, son of Ledif Celendel.) and of the line of Gargoldand the Great. He learned to fight early on in his life. He met Cole Ethren when he was very young and they took a liking to each other. Cole happened to be married to the Queen of Zionila so he visited frequently. Cole was the one who gave Travis the need to roam. He grew up much like his father and succeded him as the Champion of the Queen. He led the defence of the land many times and became a hero in his own right. His Grandfather, Draconus, had aquired an enemy early in his life and this nemisis took the grudge to the whole family. Eventually laying seige to Zionila. While Travis was out fighting the armies of Malisvir Jinmaru, A spy murdered the Queen. Nashan Found out and tried to save her, but the poison had taken hold. He killed the spy. Malisvir, mean while had killed Draconus when he heard the plan to assasinate the queen was succesful, but at the cost of losing the spy. He decided to kill Nashan and while Travis was delivering the news to Cole, He had the person that travis loved the most executed. Travis killed the dragon, and helped restore his homeland, returning to the pagoda once again. Having Failed to protect the queen, he traced Cole's bloodline to instate a new king, and offered forth a new Champion. He now Lives at the pagoda, mainly because of the peace here, and partly to protect his King.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 3:38 pm
Name: Unknown to even him (Forgoten in time)
Nickname(s): Psyco, Porty, and Psycoportationist
Age: no one knows (technically as old as Cronos, but because can resahpe time, space, and reality itself it is impossible to know.)
Race: Human (For the most part see history)
Birthdate: Unknown (anyone who MIGHT know is dead.)
Birthplace: Dimention #5066 (anymost detailed is unknown)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Green
Skin Color: Pale white
Height: 68"
Weight: 138 lbs.
Built (body type): Thin and a bit gangly with enlongated limb (his arms are 8" longer than height due to slightly longer forearms and fingers, as for the legs his shins are 2" longer than normal for a person of his body shape.)
Weapons (optional): None. (though it is possible to "summon" weapons from the past a future, this ablitiy hasn't been perfected yet)
Powers (optional): Able to shape reality, space-time, and time AND space. (For the non-scientific "space-time", "time", and "space" are acutally different due to classical phyics, modern phyics, and quauntum phyics. For sake of argument don't worry about it too much.)
Personal Skills: Very intellegent, but a little... lot insane.
Likes: SLEEP! Talking about people, helping others, and sleep.
Dislikes: what happeneds when he sleeps (see below), history, and egotisical people.
Quirks: Insane due to lack of sleep (about 3 months "real time"[see below for definition]), sees and hears things that don't exist except inside his head (he can't tell the difference between real and "imaginary" monster of threats), and twitches alot.
History: Born a long time ago, the date is still unknown, he showed amzing time shaping powers.He is a rare "godchild", whose powers come from the divine spark their ancestors had. His ancestory lead back to the king of the gods and his father, Zeus and Cronos, only a few "godchildren" has shown up in his family line but other "godchildren" have shown in weaker bloodlines. Such as Aphodite/Cronos (Longlovers), Areis/Cronos (Warshapers), Zeus/Areis (Warchild), Zeus/Aphodite (Succubus/Incubus/Lovers/Sex Feinds...etc.).and Pure blood of each: Zeus (King/Queen), Aphodite (Cupid/Matchmaker), Areis (Warmonger), and Cronos (Watchers). The purebloods are a strange breed who need worshipers or followers to have any power at all, but each have unsurpassed powers comapaired to mortals (not always true compaired to a half-blood godchild, but usually true). The Kings can rule and control nations for eons without anyone ever knowing; Cupids can bring happyness and love but can also take it away; Warmongers can get and entire race or portion of the world destroied though war and hate; finally the Watchers are only a myth because the don't exist within time the way everyone and everything does, they have no direct power the are rumored to the "Fate" everyone talks about or the "second chance" people. Being an outcasted by reality itself I have learned to control my powers though deep meditation and hard mental training. I can focus my powers into anything or "change" anything, but the drawback is it's a bit exhauting and I must focus so hard that I am unable to notice anything by the focus of my powers. I have been "killed" before by I was able to change space just enough the the arrow that hit my heart only grazed it leaving my hurt and bleeding but not dead like I should have been. After that I have been travleing then planes (different realities or existances) in search of a place I belong, so far I don't belong anywhere or anytime. Once I though I was in love, but I found out that a Cupid was behind it, so I knew my "love" was fake. Since then I have had troubles claiming any positive emotion as my own and always chaulk it up to a cupid or other godchild. I am the lost of my blood line and unless I find someone to love (or at least make love to) the possible most powerful godchild may end here with me. Time has no meaning to me because I have "lived" a million lives and "died" a million deaths each time living only due to my powers (or possibly with the help of a watcher but I doubt I'll ever know) every second to me is like another life time, yet every day is only a blink of an eye. So to wrap up I am a godchild and life isn't as great for me as you'd think.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 1:17 pm
Name: Dyanel Lona
Nickname(s): Dy, Lona, My lady
Age: 20
Race: Demon
Birthdate: October 7, 500 B.C.
Birthplace: Sinicia
Eye Color: Brey biggrin (Blue-Grey)
Hair Color: Black Curls
Skin Color: Fair
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130
Built (body type): Athelic but still curvy
Weapons (optional): Katana and three daggers
Powers (optional): Teleportation and making things appear
Personal Skills: Baking
Likes: Helping mortals and cooking
Dislikes: her immortality
Quirks: She's very reserved despite her kindness
History: Dyanel was born to Seiya Lona and Amaya Monachi. Her mother was a vampire and her father the king of the demons. At the age of 300, Dyanel still a toddler Amaya left Dyanel to live with her father. Dyanel was raised by housemaids, learning along side her father to be a great warrior. She was bethrothed to Gabriel De Armanchi when she was born, but wanting nothing to do with the demon kingdom she ran away when she was thirteen living a life as a wanderer. She met Cole Ethren there, learning how to hide herself among the humans.
Being a warrior, she fought in many battles. She would meet men along the way but never really settling down. She fought one battle for the Angels, as a gift they give her one of their own creatures a small abandoned Keros. Dyanel later named this Keros Cheebs who became her most trusted companion throughout the centuries. She came back with Cole after the death of Cole's friend to the Wanderer's guild. She helped restore a lot of the life in the sanctuary. She never felt in place, traveling still and finding many suitors. They have all left her.
She traveled to meet with her mother, realizing she had a half sister Linx Monachi. Linx and Dyanel became very good friends, but never felt they could trust each other. Maydriel was apart of their friendship, having been introduced to Gabriel. They've all been friends since then, coming to aid whenever they were desparately needed. Linx and Dyanel's mother died a hundred years ago, leaving Linx the kingdom. Linx is a year older than Dyanel a reason why she left because Amaya did not want a demon to uphold her family name.
Linx was killed in battle as she always wanted. Leaving Dyanel officially lonely except for Cheebs and the few friends that she met at the Pagoda. She returns finally feeling completely useless.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:07 pm
Name: Cora Tealeaf
Nickname(s): You Again!
Age: 25
Race: Jungle Halfling
Birthdate: Winter
Birthplace: Jungle
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Tan
Height: 2'6''
Weight: 25lb
Built (body type): Dextreous
Weapons (optional): Not much of a fighter
Powers (optional): Poison use and Trapfinding,Quick
Personal Skills: Sneak in, steal, sneak out
Likes: Going unnoticed
Dislikes: Party members who can't keep there mouth shut in a critical situation
Quirks: Always caught when trying to steal a rapier, always fidgiting.
History:Born of the druid Analyla and a thief of a father. raised in a village by mother and elders. Mother got remarried to a wizard named Daranysis and had three children, Marjaree, Ettel, and Tyratel. Of course her half-sibs had magic abilities and she did not. Cora not relizing that the extra time her parents spent with her sibs was for there training she ofcourse got envious and decided to take up thevery as a way to some attention taken of her sibs. This took place over the course of many years and while her skills improved her vyings did not. In her anger and rage Cora fled to the nearist village and made the most stupid blunder. She stole the sacred Matrimony mask of the elders(The same mask used to marry her mother and current husband) and broke it. She would not have been caught except guilt came over her and in the middle of the night she knocked on the elders door and spilled everything. After that it kind of gets messy so to make a long story short she was banished off the island till she redeemed herself. So forced onto the next boat leaving port Cora finds herself on a new land with a new mission. To be the BEST at what she does.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 4:45 am
Name: Laeadin Elk Lacron The Demigod of Suffering
Nicknames: none
Age: 1,970
Race: Human base, Demi-god currently
Birthplace: A small hamlet south of the capitol of serinse
Eye Color: Base of blue, Normaly red with blue lightning coursing through
Hair color: Blonde
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
Height: 6'6
Weight: 374 in armor (unknown without)
Build: Heavily muscled and corded. Just under MR. Universe.
Weapon: A major artifact greatsword he carries on his back.
Powers: Demigod, able to bend all reality in and of himself
Personal Skills: He loves art and can paint fairly well
Likes: All suffering and corruption
Dislikes: All joy and happyness
Quirks: He fears the color pink, he considers it happyness incarnate.
History:Very long story... so ill summarize. Warrior savant at age 7, Priestly savant at age 9, ordained paladin at age 15. While adventuring with a disgruntled party in a barren desert he found his sword. The sword, among other things, corrupted him. He became an anti-paladin. Slowly, he killed off his whole party. Afterwards he wandered the desert killing, maurading, and plundering. He found in an ancient ruin the means to bind his life force to a god. After turning to evil, he started to worship the god cyric.
For years he searched the world over for the means for the spell without cyric knowing. Upon completion of the spell his life force was bound to cyric and he became an avatar of cyric. During the time of troubles, he severed the bond just as cyric was murdered. He somehow retained his spark of divinity, but never truely became a god. He spent the next millenia wandering the multiverse, making everyone else feel the suffering and true pain in his heart. Deep down he wishes to return to the holy glory that he once knew... But ultimate power corrupts ultimately.
His stay at the bagoda is originaly a prison sentence. Due to his own psychological reaction to the tree's around the area, he didnt even think to simple teleport out. Eventualy he learns to like the people around him and gain friendship, although admiting it would be a step far too large for his black heart.
On normal days,he appears as a large man in intricate spiked full platemail of black obsidian. The edges of wich are red and crusted with the blood of innocents. He never wears a helmet, prefering to let his lustrious long blonde hair whip around to confuse people of his image. The sword on his back is lined with demon skulls and demonic symbols that pulse green and seem to move down the spiked and ridged blade. It itself is roughly 6 feet from tip to pommel, and he is never without it. His other forms include enormous black and red dragon wings, and a black and red dragon tail. His eyes themselves normaly resemble a red dragons.
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