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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:37 am
Koorima Mammon  Username: Bookwolf_4ever Character Name: Koorima Mammon Kingdom: Origionally Avarice Occupation/Class: Lord Age: 5,000 Species: Demon Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: My creators were enemies and had one simple moment of passionate bliss. I was the result and left to fend for myself moments after. Quite the normal actually if one is a demon. I followed my lord of the demons in his personal court for a long time. Then I was granted a nice hefty tittle as the most powerful ice demon in the frozen realm. I moved on to creating my vast wealth. I collect things and keep them to myself. Its a very fine hobby that I enjoy vastly. My recent fix has been to collect my children. As a demon I do love to charm beautiful young humans girls. And the results are of course mine to keep even if they are half demon. I enjoy finding them and polishing them and making them strong in thier own right. To follow in my image. I had one little slip with one pretty girl but not one would call a beauty. I liked her painting as I recall. I took her in a heated passion before she married. I had no clue she conceived until I found my beautiful perfect little Alice. Who denied to come with me. I have never been denied. It maked my blood run hot with challenge. If she was not my flesh and blood I would be tempted to persue her. But more than anything I want to convince her to join me. That will be sweet bliss. It is not my sole purpose in life mind you. But I do not like loose ends. I will or course remove her if I need to but for now her defiance pleases me to no end. Weapons: My powers and a whip Powers: Anything I can do with ice really. I am after all an ice demon. But I need cool air at all times. And I can get tired after using too much power. My transformation is much more powerful. Unlike a half demon I can actually stay in it longer and have full control. But I can't stay long unless I eat before hand. Kind of a draw back. Other: I have a tattoo of a specially formed snow flake on my human form's left upper arm. Description: I choose to wear white hair kind of long and shaggy. My skin in white like snow and I have two tattoos one on my human face and the other on my arm. My eyes are a grey color but turn blue when I am angry. I can change when I wish, but this form pleases me. Writing Sample: Koorima frowned and looked over the golden goblet out at the rest of the room. His son Rich was sitting in a long chase the color of ice blue. Reading a book on demon magics. He was the only one who visited him today so far. His children took the time from thier days to travel to see him on occasion. The ones that moved away of course. There were many living with him still. He was pleased by that. But today was not a happy day by all comparisons. "Father you look very displeased today. Is there anything you wish to discuss?" Rich asked without looking up from his book. Koorima gave a soft smile that eased the features on his face. "Your half sister Alice is proving quite stubborn." He said lightly. "A trait you both carry of course." Rich chuckled. Koorima nodded in agreement with a smile growing across his lips. All of his children were of course. It was his trait after all. He leaned in his chair and closed his eyes. It would be time enough soon to see his daughter again. Maybe he could check on her though. Last he saw she was with her human father and her pretty little mother. In that little hole they called a home. His own house was much bigger and would offer much more for his off spring. He stood with the purpose of watching his child today. "I will return shortly. Order my brandy brough to my room with a cool bath please." He nodded to his son and Rich made no motion to show he heard. But he had. Koorima frowned now as he stood outside the little house. There were people in it still of course but something was different. His daughter's scent was not fresh. She had been gone for some time. Days actually from the smell of it. A demon left a trace that lasted a long time and it was how a demon or demon hunter could track a demon. Alice was no here. He made his way to the window at the back gardens and listened closely. Those fools sent his child off? They just handed her over to some lord who called for her presence without so much as a care. He did not like the sound of that. This Veritas sounded odd. He would have to look into it. No one could have his child without him knowing everything. If Koorima thought for one second his child was in danger he would not leave her there. Not a fatherly instinct per say. More that no one touched what was his. He was not good at sharing with anyone but his over lord. He would find his Alice and learn of this Veritas
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 11:36 am
Gregoir's 'Biological' Mother  Username: Manozz55 Character name: Susan Belmont Kingdom: Prudence Occupation: Royal Age: 216, looks like she's thirty Species: Elf Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: Susan is a loyal follower of the King and Queen of Prudence. By their rule they have prospered and held their own in this war. Even after her husband was killed in the war they let her maintain her position in the kingdom. And she's done everything she can to continue to show her support for them. But recently she's questioned in silence the intentions of her King an Queen. They've told her to come with them to Veritas' castle and play the role of Gregoir's biological mother. But how could she do such a thing? She was there when he was born, held him when the Queen would allow. She watched him grow and watched over him... in a sense she was a mother figure to the boy. but lying to him now and proclaiming to be his real mother was just wrong. Granted he might not be the perfect son, but a mother and father should love all their children... Even though she knows it's wrong, she abides by her King's wishes. The more she's told the more she actually believes she is his mother. Their similar appearances, how her husband was a wild one at a time, all these things were being fed to her the whole ride over. Hopefully Gregoir wouldn't be upset with her... Power: No power Other: She really doesn't want to pretend to be Gregoir's mother. Not because of how he acts, but because she knows it's wrong.
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 8:33 am
Kahler the Womanizer  Username: S i n k o t s u Character Name: Kahler Epicurus Kingdom: Veritas' Occupation/Class: Ex-mercenary/Suave lover extraordinaire/"Apollo's better half" Age: 25 Species: Human Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: Born in a village unluckily situated all but on the border between nations, Kahler had the average experience, for the most part at least. A genuinely normal child save for two interesting facets; his uncanny popularity with women, and his taking to fighting like a ring did to a bell. Growing up, he commercialized on those specialties of his; spending an awful lot of time "teaching" women behind closed doors, while accumulating a respectable amount of money from fighting matches hosted at a neighboring city. Eventually of course, his luck got the better of him and a chance string of encounters lead him to the bedroom of the daughter of a rather powerful man, who was less than thrilled to find a pleased and drunk Kahler, clad only in a light bed sheet. Needless to say they talked it out like civilized men he was chased out of the city by guards brandishing swords and other unsavory pointy things. Gathering his the more precious things amongst his belongings, Kahler legged it to complete his great escape, lest the noble who's daughter was pleased with his teachings come looking for round two. Quite unsure of what to do with himself after that, it only took a couple of failed attempts at a semblance of a normal life before the idea occurred to him to once more capitalize on his ability to fight. Thus was born the Epicurus Mercenaries, because names were not a strong suit for the young man. Things were good for a time, pay substantial, female company ever changing and always pleasant, jobs somewhat challenging, all was well with the world as far as Kahler was concerned. Then came the day that he bumped into Apollo while on a job, who ended up saving his team's collective a** and squaring everything away. The young wanderer agreed to accompany the mercenary squad and from there, the rest is, as they say, history. Weapons: A gilded rune blade as well as an Avoloch Kit-RaePowers: Increased reflexes as well as the distinct ability to appeal to most women, especially if they have alcohol. Other: Kahler and Apollo are more brothers than friends. They may give each other a hard time now and again, but it's purely out of the relationship they've developed. Kahler would constantly try to "share the love" and send some of the more top-notch ladies his way, while Apollo would simply drink obliviously as they hit on him to no avail. As such, he feels a need to "look out" for the Saint, as he is genuinely worried about how badly it will go when actually takes an interest in a woman, while Apollo will look out for Kahler, he at least has faith that he won't do anything overtly stupid enough to warrant his attention outside of a chuckle at the former mercenary's expense.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:14 pm
Quote: Solace  Username: Nero the Sable of Dark Character Name: Solace Tarin Kingdom: Humility Occupation/Class: Marchioness Age: 25 Species: Human/Elf Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: Solace was born unto a scullery maid in the castle in the Kingdom of Humility. Her mother was a weakened old elf who almost died in the birthing process itself. Though she lived three more years until Solace was able to walk and talk, living her first years toddling about the castle. Solace never knew who her father was, just that he was human. Her mother soon after died of pneumonia, and Solace became an orphan. Luckily, the marquis and marchioness under the name of Tarin was paying a visit, and had heard the news through the marchioness’ maid (who was quite the blabber mouth). The marchioness, whose name was Dace, took pity on Solace, and proposed to take the girl in as their child, as she herself was unable to birth any young. The marquis, Davin, wasn’t fond of the idea at first, but quickly accepted Solace into their family once the toddler won his heart. Solace grew up in the marquis’ estate, often exploring the forest that was enclosed around it. She spent a lot of time studying the animals within it, howling with the wolves, chattering with the squirrels, braying with the deer, and hooting with the owls. She soon discovered that she could speak to the animals, and understand them as well. Astounded with this ability, she spent nearly all her life in the forest, making friends with a lone wolf named Ren and a barn owl named Filli . She never considered them pets, as she didn’t own them. They were just her friends. Though their friendship was in jeopardy, as Solace was told that she was soon going to move away for a short time. “I’m a lone wolf, I can handle myself.” Ren had said to reassure Solace that he would be fine. Filli, however, found the idea interesting and requested that she come along. “A god’s hollow, you say?” Filli had alighted on Solace’s shoulder. “Then I must come and see this for myself.” Solace promised to come back for Ren when the fighting was all over, provided that he would still be alive. Weapons: A sword of the marquis’, though she rarely uses it. She finds that carrying Filli on her shoulder is enough protection. (Needless to say, she isn’t much of a warrior.) Powers: Can talk to and understand animals. Other: She is partially blind in her left eye though she seems to be fine despite it. She is naturally a quiet person, though she has a rather blunt sense of humor. She loves literature, and is often found with a book. She has an old fashioned way of speaking, often talking in a very “proper” manner. She also loves to eat apples. Especially red ones, particularly. Description: Solace is a slender woman with long auburn hair that reaches down to the middle of her back. She’s about 5’7”, to be exact. Her eyes are a light green and her skin fair. Her hair does frizz slightly, so she usually keeps it up in buns. Her shoulder is marked by a few scars from when Filli had scratched her with her talons, as she often does that when she’s displeased with one of her actions. She hardly ever wears pants and sticks to skirts and dresses. She also is fond of wearing pearls.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:30 pm
This character has returned home to Justice Quote: Mell  Username: Jess369 Character Name: Melody (Mell) Kingdom: Justice Occupation/Class: Princess Age: 22 Species: Human/Half Elf Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: Melody grew up with, of course, loving parents. She was taught everything that she needed to know, including archery. She's led a pretty normal life, nothing out of the usual. She was taught to be kind to everyone, even her enemies. Well, that is, unless she was fighting. Of course, everyone has their faults. Even though she was taught to be nice, she isn't always. When people get her angry, she spends her time in the woods. She went there all the time as a small child, and knows every tree and stone like the back of her hand. She does not want to leave her family or woods. Weapons: Her bows and arrows, obviously. Powers: She cannot miss her target. Other: All she wants is peace, and nothing more.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:35 pm
Quote: Gabriel Micheal  Username: Jess369 Character Name: Gabriel Micheal Kingdom: Fortitude Occupation/Class: Heir Age: 20 Species: A werewolf Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: Ever since he was a little boy, Gabriel has always hated his life. Being served everything, having nothing to do for himself, not even go to battle. His mother hated wars, and did not allow him to go even with his father wanting him in the army. Instead, he took up fencing, taking great joy in the sport. One day, he decided it would be lots of fun to pick a fight with a knight of the kingdom. He got his left index finger cut off in battle, while the knight was hung the next eve. Gabriel has never forgiven himself for that, not after ten years. Weapons: His sword. Powers: Well, he is a werewolf. He can turn his form when he senses danger, or during a full moon. Other: His wolf form
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 3:19 pm
Bella Black de baronne de loyauté
 Username: Mariana Saravan
Character Name: Bella Black
Kingdom: Avarice, originally was from Justice.
Occupation/Class: (Chosen womb mother for the Heiress and next Malcanthet) La baronne de Loyauté - which means the baroness of Loyauté. Also occupies a title of Dutchess in Justice passed down to her by her belated parents.
Age: 39 years old
Species: human (witch)
Gender: Female
Sex: straight
Bio: Bella was a beautiful child in all ways that her parents could imagine. She was strikingly fair of complexion and hair with jeweled eyes. Her wit was enough to entertain but not enough to be abstinent. She had a gift for languages and it seemed that she could do no wrong. Perhaps this was what was really caused her downfall. You see, she’d already had suitors after her hand by the age of eleven – serious ones who wanted her as their bride as soon as she came of age to. Her parents held out for her, believing that their daughter, in all her perfection, could do better. But Bella got restless and arrogant in her gifts. She desired the best and so she cast a spell to attract a husband that would suit her. Needless to say…in the kingdom of Avarice, young women should know better than to cast love spells. She however didn’t take into consideration that the person who would answer her prayers hadn’t been someone that her parents could have approved of.
And so, in the middle of casting a spell Bella was introduced to the high consort to the Queen of Avarice – the incubus who called himself Vincent. And she was introduced to him very intimately for many days it seemed. She gained favor with him, and with the favor he had with the queen her spoils seemed endless. As her parents died (some said heartache, others said witchcraft) Bella was given the rights to have a small estate in Avarice - and she would be made the Baroness over it with a purse large enough each year to handsomely sustain her and her house hold. All because she had fallen into favor with Vincent. Then one day, when they were laying amongst a bed of silks that she’d recently obtained Vincent gave her a little news. If she had been married it would have been the tidings that any woman would have wanted to share with her husband. But in her precarious situation…given the nature of the man she was dallying with…the news that she was pregnant frightened her. She was afraid as any young woman would be – afraid for her life, afraid that her worries would affect the unborn babe, afraid of many things. Vincent didn’t understand fear as intimately as he could have so he did the only things he knew – he distracted her with promises and favor. He hid the truth of what she should really expect…
Up till the day of the birth – exactly twelve months after she’d been told she was pregnant at the age of fifteen. The child was cold, stillborn it seemed. And in the absence of Vincent (he said it would be for her own safety), Bella could do naught but weep over her seemingly dead child. Her mind was torn with her heart and she would not let anyone touching. Hoping beyond hope that if she maybe held onto the body that the child would spring back to life. She wouldn’t let anyone touch the child, nor clean any of them. She fell to ruin that day, a powerful witch in her own right unable to do anything for the child she thought had died during birth.
In all the mess she stayed, her eyes burning from the lack of moisture, even as the fire died and she herself caught a chill. Then, a week after the birth, Vincent showed back up. She clung to the child, rocking back and forth, and felt that at the very moment she wanted to die when she saw his face. Instead of the disgust and anger that she’d expected to see – he looked…pleased, glad. And then she found out that the child had a different kind of life inside of them – one that she would have to foster for about seven years before the child could move. With renewed hope, she allowed handmaids back into her room to help herself and the slumbering little girl in her arms. Those handmaids were sworn to the Queen of Avarice but even they soon had to be replaced as they began to neglect both Bella’s needs and those of the unmoving child out of natural instinct. However that was long after Bella had been given stunning news…the babe that she had borne was to be the next queen of Avarice!
With this idea, Bella made it her duty to school the young girl who often seemed as though she were asleep in the best way she could through out the years. She taught her the way of language, the sounds of music, and the ways of the wise women before her. There was the joy of a mother when she saw her daughter start being able to do simple movements by the age of six. And by seven, Dorian was up and walking as any young girl should be able to do. She knew everything her mother had taught her while in her prone form, and was already a gift to behold for Bella who had already suffered such loss in her young life. But she had one more pain to bare – Vincent came back on Dorian’s 13th birthday and took her precious baby away to be the Heiress of Avarice…to this day the only thing she has to remind her of her daughter is the letters that seem too few and far between. Especially as it seems by popular vote…that she is slowly dying.
Weapons: None
Powers: She is a powerful witch on her own – her knowledge is vast and her practice is extraordinary. However…she can’t do very much anymore as her spirit and health dwindles down, so does the outward manifestations of her powers. However, she is still very good at making medicinal remedies as well as tending to wounds.
And after spending so much time with Vincent and her Daughter she has picked up a sixth sense. She can’t see and taste energies in the same way her daughter can, but it can be uncanny with how much she can perceive.
Other: Though Dorian doesn’t know it – as Dorian’s humanity fades…so does Bella’s life.
Description: She is a mere shadow of what she used to be. The brilliant star that shown in Bella is slowly going out. However, if one were to look close enough they would still find a certain beauty in her. Her skin has lost its health, but it is still fair in nature. Her hair has lost its shine, but it is still decently attractive. Her eyes show more years than she has aged and her posture shows the pride afforded to a mother of a daughter who’s future is bright. And though she does not look as vibrant and healthy as she should, Bella still does not look the age she should either. Apparently having the child of a Succubus or Incubus affords you at least the look of youth...no matter how sickly and short you'll have it for.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 7:55 am
Quote: Drake Nidhogg  Username: Hiei_The_Forbidden_Child Character Name: Theodore 'Drake' Nidhogg Kingdom: Lust Occupation/Class: Ex-Mercenary Now works part time at a INN and well as a Knight. Age: Lost Track, But he looks like his about Nineteen Species: Nightmare Fey Gender: Male Sex: Bisexual but goes for the boobs more. Bio: Drake was alive for about almost 4000 years. he was alive to see many things over the years and even fall in loves a few times. A thing he enjoyed to watch when he was younger was the black death and watched the people fall, blamming it on god. . He found it amusing to watch this of course. As he was a a nitemare fey he used his power to even make this time worse for people. . . At a time befre drake used to be a knight for the unseelie court and after he was caught working as a double assassin to the rid the king and queen, they outcasted him from both courts to live almong the humans for life, He lived in a small villge in the lust kingdom for the longest time and found his brother Hex-Nyx Ankou.They teamed up hoping to make a kingdom for themselves, the court that had made though didn't work out at, and the Seelie and unseelie courts found them out and for once both courts teamed up and attacked the new court. Many years after, Hex and Drake found themselves living boradly for many years UN able to do anything really. Having to stay out of the lives of both Fey Courts, Drake just found himself falling asleep in a coffin and sleeping off many years in a coffee that was in a stone building. . . He was awoken when a grave robber was looking for riches. He was turn over to get many of his fey things to be to stolen. He woke up at the touch of the mortal and broke his neck. The Night fey stood tall looking at the mortal as he shudders and screamed in pain but not only that in fear of what stood in front of him. Drake did look like a demon and his true for is scary anyone Drake figured he couldn’t allow the human to live so simply killed him leaving him in the coffin. After finding out the year and time, Drake went off to find His dear brother Hex to figure out new plans. After finding Hex had started to work for the Unseelie court, Drake was pissed at the fact his brother had betrayed him. After talking and getting the Fire fey to join him up for one more thing. They both stood in the lust kingdom village. They were going to kill and rid a iron side family and bring back the child for the Unseelie court----Drake wanted to get back into a court somehow he figured this way would get him back. It didn’t work out. As Drake started to murder the family known as the Black family he left the child alive and left her there. Something had hit him well looking into the eyes of the small child. He left and dragged Hex with him. After Drake left the village in the lust kingdom he watched Hex go back to the unseelie court—again Drake was alone and was going to live by himself for many more years to come. Drake soon moved out of the small village and into in a small town just outside of castle of the lust family. He had figured out he was further from the courts here. He needed to find a human and take over there life so he could start a new life without anyone causing him troubles, because that’s what he wanted to do something with his life---that was his plan…So he could do something with his shitty fey life. He was going to find a spot in Iron side and he did. Drake killed a younger child who was already at teh point of wanting to die anyway becuase of how his father treated him. Making a bet with the child he took the young boys life and stole his skin. With that Drake started to be called Theodore Drake. He figured if he went by his first name in his fey life and drake is real fey name. He could atleast pull up a human style name. After falling in love with a pixie form the seelie court who had been unsure about her own life. As they grew closer and closer and become lover, the fey king of the unseelie court took Kaye away to be his and left Theodore alone. As he left from the fight with his life he started to live as a Knight in the only place that would take him. The kingdom of lust. Because the real kingdoms didn't know much about the fey courts Theo had nothing to hide. . .He just said he was a outcast fey who was a knight and needed a job. With that. . . He become a knight of the lust kingdom. He was a good knight for the longest time and when needed use his true feyself to fight, he kept people phased long enough for the others to run passed him and fight. He felt use after a few years of this and hated the fact his armour was custom made to keep the iron from touching him. As life went on for a few years he finally quit the knights and left to work at a INN with a couple that started to house him. . As theo stated another job for himself as a hired man to do random work for people, he was about to leave for a job when he was caught in a mental war with a dream fey which caused him to become weaker and almost dying. The only first time in theos life where he was scared and was going to die. As this happen he was able to take the dream fey down but with this if left his black skin in his fey from with many white markings this shows he has fought with his natural enmy. . of course this doesn't stop Theo. As of late, Theodore had killed a Knight of the lust kingdom as he came after him, Theo not liking this at the time took the man down killing him and feeling guilt for the princess heart he had broken join the knights to keep her safe. . . Weapons: Just his claws when his Glamor is down, He can't really touch metal that well now can he? Powers:Nightmares, He goes into peoples dreams and messes with them, bring them into a hellish world in their own mind. He doesn't use it often though Other: Because Theo is a Fey. He cannot lie, once someone finds out his true name, they can also control him. The curse of a fey right? Description: My True Skin Yet You All Just See Me as a scared young Man( *note because I can't find a good picture of Theo's Fey form, The best I could do was the one i posted. None the less in more detail, his skin is scale black, with two horns, three dragon wings on his back, One was ripped off by his older brother. He has white markings on his arms that swirl around his shoulder and down his back is the sign that he has been tainted by a Dream Fey. He has long fingers with long claws and he has a tail like a dragon. ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 1:37 pm
Quote: Alice Bunny Balogh  Username: Bookwolf_4ever Character Name: Alice Bunny Balogh Kingdom: Avarice Occupation/Class: Merchant Age: 18 Species: Half demon Gender: Female Sex: straight Bio: My father was born of a peasant class and from a young age always wanted to be higher in the cast system. He worked hard everyday and even got the local priest to teach him how to read and write. A noble’s son always showed off his skills in mathematics and such because he could afford several tutors. My father tricked him into teaching him all he knew and my father’s world had changed. He saved money and eventually started his own merchant business. He sold spices and wool. This was how he met my mother. She was a merchant’s daughter. Her father owned a huge business and she was going to take over for her father because she was the one who knew the ropes. She met my father at a merchant market and it was love at first sight. They married half a year later and had me. Of course my father inherited the vast merchant title upon my grandfather’s death. Much to his delight. Since then it has always been about finding a way to become close to nobles. If not nobles outright. So it has fallen to me. I’m the dutiful daughter. The beautiful child born first in a set of three children. I must marry high up. Raised to be the perfect lady to any man with a very vast dowry of course. Father believes this will land me a lord. The thing is he cannot figure out for the life of him why I turned out to be the most beautiful of three daughters. Especially when in his family the women were hideous. And my mother was of gentle looks not an out right beauty. Since I was richer than the kids on the street they always left me out of the fun. Always picking on me and my sisters. I once got into a fight with the toughest kid because he punched my little sister and made her afraid to leave our home. I attacked him and we ended up rolling into the street. A passing cart tried to miss us and the horses reared. I was struck all over. I lived and the boy died. He had been stomped to death. I had a broken arm, broken leg and several broken ribs. My head had been kicked and it was thought that I would not survive. But I did. It was amazing to find myself alive after all that I had endured. It was when I was walking home and a man attacked me and my sisters near and alley that I discovered what I was. I killed him by making him nothing but a solid block of ice. By the time they thawed him it was too late. He was dead. My real father found me soon after that incident. I learned that I was the daughter of a demon. Made in the heat of the moment. This would explain my mother and father had me a bit early. Mother does love father. She just could not resist the temptation of a demon. Who could? But my birth father told me I was his and that one day I would gain all of his powers. Of course he is a demon who loves to horde things. And children were one of them. He wanted me to go with him. I refused. And he was not happy. He swore one day I would come to him begging for him to take me in and he would laugh and make me pay for denying him. I learned to be the perfect lady on the outside. And from my mother I learned to be the man my father always wanted for a son. Father wants me to marry and mother wants me to fall in love. No one asked me what I wanted though. But they will find out that I am my fathers and my mother’s daughter. They made their paths and I plan to make mine. Weapons: Eating Dagger, Long bow Powers: Freezing anything for long periods of time, Shape shifting (mostly just changing some features and colors of skin, physical attributes, hair, eyes, not gender or height.) As a side note I also transform into a demonic form of myself that I cannot control. This is what it looks like. Demonic formOther: I love chocolate, I adore cats, I train with a bow and I’m quite a crack shot, I enjoy flirting, I own a horse named Thor, I hide manly like clothing made for me from my father. Description: A long white scar up my arm from the wrist to my shoulder, a large white scar up my lower leg to my knee, several little scars on my back, and a mark of the ice demon on my inner thigh. It’s a snow flake.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:29 pm
Quote: Tyberius Di Faurmoun  Username: Inuyisha Character Name: Tyberius Di Faurmoun Kingdom: Avarice Occupation/Class: Twilight Knight Age: 200 but looks to be 27 Species: Drow/Forest Elf Gender: Male Sex: Bisexual Bio: The coupling of a Drow with a Surface Elf is laughable for the two have always been enemies. Of course that did not stop the Forest Elves to contemplate such an idea. A child of Drow blood with their own. While a monstrosity in their eyes by society the idea of having a formidable army against their darker kin and others was not one they could pass up. It is uncertain the exact details in how they were able to acquire Drow subjects, or even how they able to accomplish their tests, but over time several half-bloods were born. Tyberius was of that few, and certainly probably one of the luckiest. Tyberius was the child of a young Priestess, Arasinya of the Forest Elves. While most of the newest mothers wretched and took care of their children out of duty, Arasinya looked at the life she had created and treated it with love and care. Even with an upbringing drastically different then one Tyberius would have faced in the Underdark, he still faced several challenges and biases. From his mother he learned of the ways of their people, love, manners, respect, and magic. From his peers he learned hate, rebellion, prejudice, anger, and pain. Overall, his mother's teachings outweighed everything else he learned, but still it did not leave him unscarred, mentally or physically. However, unlike the other half-bloods, either dead or enslaved, Tyberius was free. Whether it was from his mother's protection or his own doing is still unsure. Either way it left him with the choice to leave, to see the world, or to remain, to slowly die alone and hated. With few words to his mother Tyberius left their forest and out into a new world. Life continued to repeat the same teachings he learned while growing up. No matter where he it went was not without bias and often with quick judgement, very few he escaped completely unscathed. Every once in a while there was one helping hand or generous offer that lifted his spirits however. For decades the ebb and flow of these encounters kept him on his toes, wandering and overall alone. Over time Tyberius became accustomed to traveling at night when no one could see him, and staying completely clothed and covered during the day or in crowds. That was until he stumbled in Avarice for the second time in his life. It was the time of year of harvest and likewise of men and boys dueling to enroll in becoming a Knight under a Lord, Duke or even the King himself. While the plentiful produce and drinks did welcome him him initially to the kingdom, it was the public fights that kept him there. Studying and watching with pleasure he could not help but miss the thrill of a good fight. Not that he lacked in it, but rather the feeling of being apart of something bigger and for a reason. The Fates seemed to favorable towards him, that or openly mocking him, that day. However careful he had been with his disguise had not been careful enough and openly he was revealed. Sure enough a fight for his life ensued. Many of the favored to become Knights fell easily to his blade, but with their numbers and the time that passed he eventually fell himself. Before the finishing blow itself could be dealt though someone quieted the crowd. However, Tyberius was not to see his savior as he crumbled to the ground unconscious. Days after the event he found himself in private quarters and an old, battle-worn face looking down at him. Bruised and still weary Tyberius did not have the fight in him to try and escape. Though after the following hours he found himself not wanting to. The man introduced himself as Lord Durmoun, one of the King's most trusted Lords. As it was Durmoun had been most impressed with his fighting. It seemed the King had been as well since he had been the one to stop his soon-to-be-death and instructed Durmoun to take him in. At first Tyberius merely laughed, thinking the idea of what they wanted was a joke, but the laughter was never returned, nor a blade placed in his throat, leaving him there to contemplate the offer. As of now Tyberius is one of Lord Dormoun's Knights though only to the public knowledge for everyone's safety. In all truths while he does what Dormoun wants he is completely under orders from the King himself. For what he is and his capabilities the King uses him for spying, scouting and the occasional assassination. Because of this he has earned the the additional title of Twilight along with his status of Knight. Weapons: While he will use anything to his disposal Tyberius prefers the Falchion and short sword he keeps strapped to his hips. Obviously not a set, the two blades were won/taken as trophies after various fights. On his right he keeps his Falchion; a newer blade with a gold hilt detailed in rich designs, and a sharp blade. On his left he keeps the short sword which was given to him as his first weapon to keep; a rather old blade with a worn brass hilt, plain, and constantly needing to resharpened. Other then that he keeps a set of throwing daggers on his belt. While barely used he never leaves to chance that he will need them. Powers: Drow: Much like his darker kin, Tyberius is able to use darkvision. However, because of his mixed blood his sight is no where near perfect as a pure blooded Drow. Along with this he is resistant to magics, though not impervious. Forest Elf: From the heritance of his mother's blood he has a small affinity to healing magics. Passively his own wounds heal more quickly then most over time, but he is able to apply it others as well. Though not as powerful as a Forest Priest, it still gets the job done in some situations. Other: Tyberius has somewhat of an attraction to animals and they to him, especially those of the feline variety or those who hunt at night. Description: Thanks to his mixed blood Tyberius' physique is rather unique. The first noticeable features are his skin, hair and eyes. By no means is it hard to figure out that he has Drow blood by his skin dark skin and light hair, but unlike his dark elf brethren his skin is lot paler in comparison and his hair shows tints of blonde within the silver/white. As for his eyes they show more of his Forest Elf heritage, being an icy blue rather then red. However, a red ring does form around the edges of his irises when he is using his darkvision. In height Tyberius is 6', which is an average height, a good head shorter then the tallest Elf, and a head taller then the average Drow. Like all elves his body is not very muscular as his structure is made more for compact muscles that give only a slight form to his skin, allowing for a decent amount of strength and great agility and flexibility. By elf standards Tyberius is every bit attractive, but more in the sense of a, in what he has heard mentioned, "bad boy". More then likely it is his Drow blood that sparks the idea, but the various scars that cross his body - mainly a cut over his left lip and slashes across his arms - and a tattoo across his back probably help as well. Tyberius has an affinity for leather armor as it holds a balance between protection and flexibility. Also it smells better and weighs a whole lot less then chain mail. In particular he favors his one piece armor as it hugs just enough to move with his body, but giving enough room to breathe. The most noticeable features of the armor are that it is completely bare in the back and that it is slightly darker then his skin but not by much.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:33 pm
Quote: Maple Adelsman  Username: Spazmeister Character Name: Maple Adelsman Kingdom: Wrath Occupation/Class: Servant Age: 20 Species: unknown, likely some type of mixed-blood Gender: hermaphrodite who identifies as a woman Sex: Adel-sexual Bio: Conceived in a rape, and later decried for her abnormal physical characteristics, Maple barely managed to escape being burned as a witch in the village where she was born. Eventually, she worked her way, through luck and perseverance, to the capitol where no one knew her condition and where she could eke out a living as a scullery maid. One day, she happened to catch the eye of the charming Prince Adel Masterson who secretly took her under his wing to train her in the use of weapons as his pet project. Having always had body image issues, Maple was enraptured to have the golden child princeling pay her any attention, and quickly grew obsessively devoted to him. After Prince Adel decided to withdraw from the public sphere, she begged – and eventually convinced - him to take her with him as his personal maid. Over time, as it became apparent that Adel was no longer fit to wield a blade even in self-defense and as Maple proved to be an adept student of swordsmanship, she went on to appoint herself his personal bodyguard although she has never been entered into the payroll as such. Weapons: Twin blades that strap at the wrist; a bow and arrow with which she is middling good at aiming Powers: Maple isremarkably light and quick on her feet. Though since this might have something to do with how much practice she’s had at running away, it might not actually be a “power.” Other: Technically, Maple is being sent to the castle of Veritas as a servant to all the gentry of Wrath. Description: Maple is blonde with naturally dark skin whose shade varies depending on how long she spends in the son. She’s tall for a woman, standing at 5’9,” as well as being fairly bony and well-muscled. Frightened that others may discover her condition, she goes out of her way to take care of her appearance, never appearing in daylight without makeup or an outfit designed to create curves that don’t really exist. Although she herself prefers dresses, since appointing herself Adel’s bodyguard, Maple has made do with feminine blouses and trousers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:47 pm
Quote: Adel MastersonUsername: Spazmeister Character Name: Adel Masterson Kingdom: Wrath Occupation/Class: Prince Age: 23 Species: half-siren (type:mermaid) Gender: Male Sex: Unknown; Past habits indicate he takes all who wish it, but he has never been known to approach anyone of his own will. Bio: Adel, despite being illegitimate, was once a serious contender for the throne. Due to the ever-changing rumors about his older brother, the legitimate heir’s, death, and helped along by his amazing prowess in martial arts and weapons handling, Adel, at one point in time, had the backing of a great majority of the Court to make him the legal heir. With his more even-tempered and forgiving (or forgetting) in nature which was so much easier to get along with than the hot-tempered natures of most of the people of the Court of Wrath, Adel was the kingdom’s golden boy. But that all changed after a botched assassination attempt. Although the assassin was disposed of and Adel managed to survive his wounds, his constitution was never the same afterwards and the once promising young warrior-prodigy was forced to become a virtual invalid. With his demotion from Court-Golden-Boy to whispered-about-Tragedy, Adel retreated from public life and has since lost most, if not all, of his political contacts. In his self-induced isolation, Adel has become something of a hedonist, seeking pursuits designed to keep him occupied and entertained with as little reminder as possible of his perceived “fall from grace”. It was with great surprise, and not a little bit of grumbling, that Adel was ordered to travel to the castle of Veritas for, although Adel himself likes to forget it, the Court of Wrath still fondly remembers their once upon a time Golden Child. Weapons: Maple, his devoted servant and bodyguard; three light-weight throwing knives Powers: A charmer and sweet-talker, Adel can work his way into almost any one’s favor with his honeyed-tongue. It helps that he has “the voice of an angel”. However, since retreating from public life, Adel has not often felt the need to be particularly charming. Although, because of his Mother’s heritage, Adel has a natural affinity for water, for unknown reasons, he has an almost cat-like distaste for getting wet and has never really cultivated said talents beyond learning to prevent them from getting out of hand due to his emotions. Instead, he spends his copious amounts of free time practicing air elemental magic for which he has absolutely no talent. After many mindless hours off bored practice, he has learned to create compressed air along with other tiny parlor tricks. Recently, he has been attempting to learn how to fly. Other: Adel once dreamed of being a ranking General of the army and his forced retirement from his burgeoning career as a warrior hit him hard. He still practices occasionally, but only with Maple and only where no one else may see his reduced ability. Although skill-wise, he his still as excellent as he once was, his endurance is now sadly lacking, making anything but recreational weapons-use unlikely. Description: Adel is tall and thin, with little body fat and just enough muscle to make him seem “lean” (which is nicer than saying scrawny). A messy nest of long black hair sits on top a face which, if you ignore his general lack of care for his own appearance, strongly resembles his beautiful mother. Adel is often scarred and scratched up - particularly recently since he’s been trying to learn how to fly. Flying, as it turns out, involves a lot of falling first.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:11 am
Quote: Julian Fermier Tacius  Username: Euripides the great Character Name: Julian Fermier Tacius Kingdom: Justice Occupation/Class: Former Knight Age: 85, but appears 22 Species: Lich Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: There was once a time when Julian was a proud knight of the kingdom of Justice, fighting valiantly in the name of his country. He was well versed in the siege tactics of his kingdom, and had been apart of great battles that dragged out for weeks in siege warfare. Though he told no one, the man secretly practiced the dark arts of necromancy, learning how to reanimate corpses to do his bidding and how to call spirits back from beyond the realm of the dead. He soon became very skilled in this form of black magic, but because of his status as a knight he kept his skills a close guarded secret from all of those around him. During a siege on a town that had a high wall all around it, Julian was struck by a rouge arrow in the neck; one of the few spots where his armor didn't cover. The knight fell to the ground and bled out, his corpse laying on the battle field for almost two days and two nights. Then Julian's reasoning for become a secret necromancer were revealed- he came back to life, to a degree anyways. In the night the knight slipped away from the battlefield and eventually returned to his the kingdom of Justice where he hung up his armor and became a simple farmer, thinking that he could put a lifestyle of killing and destroying behind him. Weapons: His tool of trade as a farmer as also become his weapon of choice as a fighter; a scythe. Powers: As a Lich Julian was control over the dead, but his powers are limited. He can raise one corpse to fight for him at a time but only for a set period of time before it becomes lifeless again, and he can summon spirits of the dead to his aid, but that is a dangerous task in itself. The spirits have a mind of their own, so while Julian can summon them, he cannot dismiss them; they have to leave on their own free will. Other: Since he is technically dead, things like eating and sleeping are unnecessary, though he has been known to eat as a formality when in the presence of others so that he can continue to hide the fact that he is one of the undead. Description: Julian stands at an impressive 6'3" and has a strong body build, but normally wears humble farmers attire. He has black hair and dark eyes, making him appear a little ominous since he is a Lich, but he actually goes against the stereotypes about necromancers in that he is quite kind. Because of his years of service as a knight in his first life he bores a number of scars, the most notable in a long slash mark across his right arm, starting at the shoulder and going all the way down to his wrist. Julian also has a black mark that oddly resembles a skull on his chest about the size of his fist, though it is normally covered out in public since most suspect him to be a human and not actually an undead.
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