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Darien Delore

Age: 24
Sex: Male
Strengths: Darien holds great decent strength, good reaction time and years of training in the sword and other weapons.
Weaknesses: Only mortal, he can be felled by injury and sickness. Is terrified of close and confined spaces.
Race: Half-breed, Human and Kae (A race of pointy eared, betailed warriors)
World Setting: A world much like Earth, set in a medieval type setting, but with Dragons and Elves and other such creatures.


About your character
Darien is a trusted knight under the King Julias, protecting the king, the castle and the king’s family.
He was born to a human mother and a Kae father who went missing shortly after his birth, leaving his mother to raise her child. At the age of ten, a band of rogues came into their small town, raping and killing his mother before burning the house down and leaving Darien to fend for himself. The King’s men came to drive the rogues out, found him, and decided to take him to the castle.
Kae are hated enemies in the human kingdoms, so Darien has to hide his birthright from others. He tucks his tail into his pants to keep it from sight and claims to be a half-elf, so they don’t question the ears. He avoids bathing when others do, and keeps to himself the best he can. Few know of his heritage, and they have been sworn to silence by the King, who is rather fond of Darien despite the racial difference.

Death
Upon the king’s death at the hands of the Kae invasion, Darien fled the castle with the king’s eldest daughter, to preserve the king’s line. He and the princess work their way to the safety of a neighboring kingdom where they work to amass an army to take back their homeland. After many battles, during the last one to take back the castle and the capitol city, he his felled by an arrow through the chest. Laying on the cold ground he bleeds to death, and is lost to his world, only to appear confused in a new one.


Fate

Darien believes in the Goddess Of All Things. Upon death his soul should have traveled to her realm, where it would, after a short time, be restored to be like new and sent to a new body. Expecting the embrace of clouds and light, he is no doubt confused and frightened by the lack of the Mother to secure him.
In reality his soul would have blinked out of existence, the energy that makes it up transferred to the universe, where it would have gone into making new stars, life on various worlds, and maybe into a new person being developed. Neither of these things happened of course, leaving him in a bind. All he can do now is work towards survival, as he has done most of his life.

Lisodius de Nosiortiolerascu
Age: 149
Sex: Male
Strengths: Unnatural strength, possesses wind abilities, able to get along with others quickly.
Weaknesses: Wears his heart on his sleeve, easily provoked, trusts too easy.
Race: Kosior; This race of beings live on a planet known as Krogen. They share it with many other creatures along with their enemies, the Hosiors, a dragon like lizard without wings yet still capable of breathing fire. Caution: Very dangerous.
World Setting: This world was once desolate. However, with the help of Lisodius' friends from Earth, they destroyed Dark City and the world soon turned into one much like Earth.

About your character

To put it simple, Lisodius is a very kind, big hearted Kosior. The feline derives from a long lineage of Kings and Queens. However, the walking tiger had a hard life growing up. His parents were too busy, so he had to take care of himself and his baby brother. Whether it was illness, hunger, thirst, or anything else, he had to provide for his little brother and his own being. The servants were forbidden to help them, but of course they got small treats here and there from servants that were compassionate and merciful to the young Kosiors without their parents knowing.

Life wasn't all bad soon after he was old enough for the trials. He passed all six of them, which are thus shown on his chest. Due to his success in the Kosiorian trials, he was allowed to join the Universal Tournament that brought together many worlds into a battle royale. Unfortunately, only the winners achieved prizes and their planet was spared while the losers and their planets were put into eternal slavery.

Lisodius fell in love with the blond angel known as Drake Oumashi, who was a combatant from Earth. Together, with the rest of the combatants of Earth, he stopped the Tournament from taking his planet and all the others. As his reward, he got to stay with his lover Drake on his world. His brother would take the crown instead.

Death:

Death. Is this what death felt like after being stabbed? All Lisodius could feel was... floating. Soon, however, his body stopped floating and he felt mass beneath his large, fluffy body. “Ow... my head,” the feline murmured. “I thought death didn't come with headaches. I guess I was wrong.” His large eyes slowly opened, gazing upwards with his dark colored pupils. What was this? This couldn't be the Realm where Kosiors die. He slowly turned his head to the side, finding other people in strange clothing. Closing his eyes again, the walking tiger took in the sounds instead of the sights.

His sensitive ears could hear people walking past him, water flowing upwards and trickling down to his left, and all sorts of chitter chatter. He opened his heavy eyes again to look, finding himself on the edge of a fountain. Unusual, strange, all sorts of these similar words filled his already aching mind. He tried to remember where he last was, but that sort of image wouldn't form. All he could remember was how he died. Someone, or something, stabbed him. Patting his chest, he found the hole in his shirt where the blade had entered through his two hearts. “Huh... if I'm dead, then... where the hell am I?” The curious beast slowly sat up, trying to ignore the ache in his noggin. “...Well, nowhere else to go but forward.” He usually didn't talk to himself this much, but it seemed no one else would respond to his babbling.

Fate
Rain poured down upon where a battle had taken place. The stench of blood and corroding corpses filled the air with a repulsive smell. Drake Oumashi stared down at his dead lover. They had fought a very powerful demon and its soldiers. He slowly collapsed to his knees, tears falling fast down his face. They mixed with the rain that pattered upon his face. “Lisodius...” he barely could say. “Come back, Lisodius... come back... come back...!” He began to sob hard, burying his dirty face into the bloody chest of the dead Kosior. His heaving breaths racked his body. His fingers clenched the wet fur on the feline's arms. “Come back to me...! Please! Please, I'm begging you! What about Osan?! I can't take care of him by myself! He's going to miss his poppa!”

The blond angel laid on top of him, letting the rain soak him to the bone. He couldn't believe it. Lisodius was gone. How would he tell his people on Krogen? His brother, Lesurius, would be devastated at the fact that Liso was dead. The nickname Liso... he had given it to him. “You were the best thing that had ever happened to me, Lisodius de Nosiortiolerascu,” Drake whispered to the tiger's corpse. He didn't move from the corpse, letting his sorrow and tears swallow his sanity and mind. The thought of facing anyone right now did not function in his mind. “I'm alone,” he whispered. “Completely alone...”

Amelia
Stats:
++++Age: 32
++++Sex: Female
++++Strengths:
++++++Flying
++++++Fighting (rapier sword fighting is best, steamlock pistols are also good)
++++++Strategy
++++++Spying
++++++Feigning innocence or ignorance
++++++Acting like everything's alright
++++Weaknesses:
++++++Tendencies to spread herself thin
++++++Lack of good sleeping habits
++++++Won't eat unless forced
++++++Being upfront about her feelings
++++++Hand-to-hand combat
Race: Human
World Setting: Steampunk Victorian Era (or just pre-Victorian Era)


About your character
Brought into the Palace at 8 by her mother, the only affection the Duchess of Kent could have shown to an illegitimate daughter born of some common German father, Amelia became the future-Queen Victoria's child-maid. She cared for her half-sister with all her heart, despite Victoria's ignorance to the fact that her favourite maid was, in fact, her sister. However, a cruel system built by the corrupt comptroller to the Duchess, Conroy, tore Amelia from her young charge. At 15, she was thrown on the street, left to live on her own.

For years, Amelia struggled, resorting to prostitution and theft to live. However, she was saved from a life in the brothel from a maid who recognized her from the Palace household. The Irishwoman sent her to a relative and Amelia's life in the sky began. Showing an immediate aptitude for the piloting of all things steampowered, the man the Irishwoman sent Amelia to hired her as an apprentice Engineer on his ship, the Eboreus.

Years later, Amelia was elected the ship’s new Captain. However, her heaven was not to last - Conroy's plots to make the young Queen Victoria dependent on him had failed and, her coronation fast approaching, his plans turned to murder. Hearing of unrest in her home country, Amelia turned the Eboreus to the skies of England, in hopes of saving her younger sister from whatever cruel fate awaited her at the hands of Sir John Conroy.

Death:
“Captain, can you hear me?” Morrison’s voice was grave, but even more so than Amelia was used to.

The female Captain of the Eboreus lay on her bed in the Captain’s quarters, her ship rocking in the wake of cannon fire and white phosphorous rounds. She suddenly bolted upright. “s**t, Morrison, I can’t be lying down! Connor! State of the-!“

A searing pain shot through her side and Amelia crumpled, nearly falling from the bed but for the doctor’s firm hands guiding her back safely.

“Amelia, please!” Morrison’s use of her name confirmed Amelia's fears – the pain she’d felt earlier in the battle against Conroy’s army dogs wasn’t just a strained muscle, it was something more. “You’ve a round in your side that I fear has done you serious harm.”

His words fell on deaf ears as Amelia gripped blindly at his arm, biting back cries of pain. This hurts… It hurts… Oh, Vicky, please… It hurts!... The woman’s body was contorted in agony, blood pooling in a garish puddle on the bed and floor. The doctor held his captain’s body as her convulsions slowly subsided and her hands fell limp.

Amelia lay still on the bed, her face calmer than he’d ever seen in life. Morrison pulled the stained white sheet over her head and turned to the door. Pulling it open, he drew his steamlock pistol for the first time in recent memory – and sight of the bloodstained doctor sent the crew into a grief-fuelled rage.

Fate
Had Amelia not gotten a second lease on life through Serendipity - a world she much appreciated for its skyline - she'd most certainly have met her end facing Conroy's paid-off army dogs or his misinformed rioters.

Her life, she felt, had never been hers. She'd always belonged to Victoria, as a maid, a subject, and as a sister. She was 9 years older than the young Queen and, despite being unable to voice her relationship to her, had always felt accountable for keeping her safe and in check. Conroy's Kensington System, and his subsequent exile of Amelia, was more of a threat to Victoria than to the young Amelia. For this, and for believing that he could use her younger sister to his advantage, the girl swore her life to take Conroy's.

Though she was a smart fighter, in the face of heavily armed military command steamships and superior weaponry, Amelia's chances of survival were slim. Even when she was not facing army bastards hell-bent on senseless slaughter, she'd have been risking her life elsewhere - information gathering missions on land among traitorous rioters, high-risk negotiations for information on Conroy, assassination missions she didn't want her men to risk.

She'd have been a marked woman, dead either way. Her survival would be a miracle, and the survival of the young Queen Victoria an even more unlikely one.

Left: sketch version. Right: Fullbody colored

Character Name: Sayde East
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Stats: Socerer who's affinity is the element air. Good at flying. Speed is her biggest advantage. However, she is weak when it comes to strength and brute force.
Race: Human, Socerer
World Setting: Iruwerth, a planet with only four continents. Every land is ruled by one sole monarchy.

About your character
Born into the royal family of the kingdom of the East, Sayde grew up not as a girl but as a boy. With a twisted husband who belived in the prophecy that a daughter will eventually overtake his throne, and the death of three baby girls, the Queen, as a last resort, made the choice to raise her daughter as a Prince. She never lived the life she should have, but she would at least have a life. Sayde grew up under the protection of the Queen and her followers, sworn to keep her secrets. Sick of the restrictions of royalty and tired of the burden of her secret, Sayde escaped from the palace to live a life of her own. Outside the castle, she joined a revolutionary troupe, intent on overthrowing the king.

Death:
Sayde didn't remember dying, but she can't possibly be alive, for how can one be alive without a body to live in? The first face to face meeting in nine years with her father had came as a big shock. She remembered calling out, remembered her rage, remembered the man in front of her calmly lifting his hand, remembered the flash of light...and then the nothingness. With a jolt she remembered casting her own spell. Perhaps it was the reaction between the king's dark magic and her own purgatory magic which cause the Gates to open. And she had gone right through them.

Fate
As Sayde's soul was cast into the afterworld, the other leaders of rebellion broke into the tower at the time of her death. The king escaped, leaving his daughter's body on the floor. Sayde's mortal form now lies in the hands of the revolutionaries, who are fighting to bring her soul back. Sayde wishes for them to continue the revolution, wants them to know there was no going back to her. She is now on a quest to find a way to defeat her father from the plane of Serendipity.

Captain Johnathan Tyler

Stats

Age: 36
Sex: Male
Strengths: Physical strength, endurance, honor, semi-skilled swordsman, capable with small arms
Weaknesses: Pride, ignorance, slow speed
Race: Garcan - Garcans are large humanoids who look almost the same as an average human. The difference is their naturally large size and genetics.
Nationality: Shaeian
World Setting: Terra the year 2027 - Future Post-apocalyptic


About your character

John Tyler was like any other Garcan living in Shae. He had a loving wife, a cozy house, a medium sized farm, and a baby boy on the way. However, all of that changed one night when a house fire took it all away in a matter of minutes...and only he made it out that night.

Despite his tries, he could not save his pregnant wife Lilith. By the time either awoke, the fire had spread throughout the house and closed off every possible exist. But a Garcan does not cower in the face of danger nor in the presence of a challenge. The two fought through the once peaceful home. But with smoke in the air and fire constantly threatening their lives, the house they once knew was like a maze. And each new door was only a dead end.

The house would not see them leave, not without leaving its mark. It was an impossible escape and when the two finally thought they had found an opening, the ceiling caved in on top of them.

Luck smiled on the man that night…as it tends to do when you least wish for it. John Tyler was saved. He did not escape unscathed though and with the loss of his growing family came the loss of his arm and of his will to live...

Death

No matter how much John Tyler looks for death, no method has yet be able to best him. See, as a Shaeian he can only allow a worthy advisory to kill him. And seeing as he is a capable captain in the Garcan military, that’s not an easy task. To give up and allow himself killed would be the obvious choice, but death without glory is shameful and could render him unable to be with his family in death has well.

His ‘luck’ seems to enjoy taunting him just as he nears his goal.

And so near does it feel this day.

A storm crashed into the cargo boat he stood on. His decision to transfer to the Chain Islands after his wife’s death was only brought on by his failure to obtain the rank of Commander and Chief. So now he headed into an unknown world of the forests of the Chain Islands. But he and the rest on the boat weren’t going to make it there…least, not the way that was planned.

After the ravaging waves, he remembered a feeling of sinking; sinking deeper into nothing. He could only imagine this was how death felt.

But was he dead, or was this just another cruel joke of his luck?

Fate

In the waters of the torrent storm, he let himself sink deeper into the ocean. He finally felt a sort of relief now. As the underwater currents pushed him around, he felt a sense of peace. Finally. Finally he could see his family once more, hold his wife. Kiss her.

He heard her voice in his mind; remembered the times he’d spent with her. But soon he heard something else. “You can’t. Not like this.” He couldn’t tell if it was his own thoughts or if it was the voice of Lilith. In his mind, it all seemed to flow together. But it echoed again, quieter and quieter as if he was losing her once more.

Moments later, John Tyler’s head burst from the water and he gasped for air. It wasn’t a victory, it was a defeat. The air tasted bitter and only hurt his lungs. And now was the struggle to fight his way to the distant island he could barely make out.

What felt like hours of half drowning in the rough waters ended with the man’s body being mostly dragged onto the sandy shore as if he were spit from the waters. He had no clue if anyone else from the boat had made it to the island. But if this time were like his lasts, his luck would prove that he was the only one.

The gods had to have a sense of humor…and John Tyler was probably the joke; his life, the punch line.

Avery Ne'Havareruil (nay-HA-var-ee-rool)
Last name roughly translated means “path of the wild rose”
Age: approximately 165 (young adult with the typical ageless appearance of elves)
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Rogue
World Setting: Fantasy. All of my recent OCs have their roots in D&D, though Avery started as a background character in a different character’s history.
Strengths: Agility, Diplomacy, Knowledge of History, Loyalty (once it’s earned), skilled swordsman
Weaknesses: Sentelle, Rare artifacts, Curiosity, Doing things just to see if he can (though he has no weakness for dares)

About Avery
Avery is the second son and third child of house Ne'Havareruil (ruling royalty). His mother, a wizard, has a penchant for research which she has passed on to Avery. His passion, however, is not magic but rather history and artifacts. He’ll all too gladly share his knowledge with anyone willing to listen, but he has no gift for recital and to his disappointment others often quickly lose interest.

It is his passion for artifacts that lured him to learn such skills as picking locks, trap finding, and disabling traps. It was his teacher’s encouragement coupled with his own fondness of pushing his limits that brought about his skill in picking pockets. He never was comfortable taking from those less fortunate, so those whose purses he lifted would be compensated with a new animal or object worth no less than twice what he had taken. This take and give has become a game to Avery; though he won’t admit it as such.

Aeth’eeru (ayth-AY-roo) “Gilded Thorn” is the nickname given to him by his lifelong friend Eelaqacias (el-uh-KAY-shus) and it has stuck with him in the form of his rogue name. To those not fluent in Elven he is happy to be known simply as Thorn.

His royal lineage has marked him with a magical tattoo that even his ring of disguise cannot alter. A wild rose that winds its way up his arm in response to magic, with the ability to absorb magic at a cost to him.

Death
The sensation of thorns piercing flesh was agonizing. Avery had never before absorbed such a powerful spell. The impression of branches constrictively winding their way up his arm pressing the thorns deeper was enough to steal his attention from the battle he was already tiring from.

The impact of the dragon’s claw was enough to send Avery flying across the room. He hit the wall with a thud and dropped like a rag doll to the ground. Eelaqacias roared in anger as adrenaline fueled his ability to reach his friend and prince. Scooping Avery up he sounded the retreat.

***

“I’m sorry my lady.” Eelaqacias said as he placed a hand on Sentelle’s shoulder. “I’m quite certain I am not allowed to speak to you of this, but I’m even more certain that Avery would wish for you to know the truth of his death. Intelligence discovered that Ka’mahre had obtained an orb of dragonkind. Avery was charged with the retrieval of this orb. It pained him greatly to leave you so close to your potential birthing date, but honor would not allow him to neglect his responsibilities to his family and people.

“To our shock and dismay Ka’mahre not only had the Grand Orb of Dragonkind but an ancient gold dragon and a phylactery. The phylactery has been destroyed, but the orb remains in his possession.”

Sentelle managed a soft “So...?” as she kept her back coldly erect.

“We think he intended to create a dracolich,” Eelaqacias elaborated.

Fate
Death in mortality was Avery’s fate; however it was not his end. Avery becomes Sentelle’s Guardian Angel.

Sentelle RP Excerpt: As Letalus pounded on the door Avery set a holy barrier in place. For all it mattered Letalus could pound the door in, yet entrance to this room would be barred. When Sentelle woke in the morning he would have to leave and the barrier would dissipate, but for this night he would insure her safety and secure her a good night's rest.

As Avery lifted Sentelle gently off the ground it saddened him to think that while he could touch her she would never feel him, no matter how firm or delicate his touch. He thought over the years he'd spent, in life, teaching her to react to his lightest touch, but that was then. Now she would never react to his touch again; those were the terms of his being allowed to guard her.

He laid her gently down on the bed and softly tucked her under the covers. He took comfort in his ability to keep her safe. To carry her though the times when, he feared, she felt most alone. He sat on the bed next to her and brushed her hair from her face before bending over and softly kissing her on the cheek. Part of him yearned for the next time she would need him. Part of him wished for her to be able to move on in life and leave him behind.

Daodin Althos
Stats:

Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Career: General of the Sanjin Army
Strengths: Master Swordsman, Strong Negotiator
Weaknesses: Unknown

World Setting: Zeltonia (1st age), a large continet divided by 4 warring factions. All share a kindred respect for nature but each faction lays claim to the continent as theirs.

About your character
I have served his majesty Sanjin X, now for 6 years. During this time I have come to hate my position as many of the tasks I have been given have served to better only his majesty and no one else.

During my 2nd year I was ordered to negotiate a peace treaty with Cravos leader of the beastfolk to the east. I established peace only to have Sanjin X a few months later use that to gain a foothold on their land.

Next I was ordered to search for new land to expand to. I set out for 6 months and discovered a land inhabited by humanoids with extraordinary powers. Alas my crew and I were chased out by large winged beasts known as dragons.

Upon my return, Sanjin X had prepared a large portion of our army which I was to lead back to this new land in hopes of establishing a new city and trade with the locals. Among those set to travel was the successor to the throne Sanjin XI. Time went by and we established a small city and I began to negotiate with locals known as the Fire tribe. It was here I learned that Sanjin X had wanted some of the Fire tribe for study and research. I was betrayed and removed from my position.

I couldn't allow people to be used in experiments so I rallied many of these magic users and rebelled.

Death:
During the course of rebelling against the mighty nation of Sanjin, I fought many battles. At best I could only keep them from expanding beyond the simple city I had helped to build, as these magic users are great in power but too few to completely drive them out.

During this time I had forged a wonderful new sword from a new metal I discovered. This sword came to be known as the Dark Blade. From the Fire tribe I learned that all of the rocks here in this land are linked with specific elements. However they were not able to see what element makes up my Dark Blade.
As I fought with this sword I could see the terror in the eyes of my enemies. it would wash over them for a moment allowing me to strike a fatal blow.

One day I awoke to the cry of a dragon. I set out with my new comrades to see what fate had befallen this dragon. Little did I know this would be the battle that would end my life. Dark clouds had filled the sky and I was caught up in a spell that had been miscast. I felt part of me split in 2 as lightning touched my blade.

Alas here I am in this strange world only a mere fraction of myself. It truly is peaceful here and I wonder if I would ever want to go back.

Fate
I suppose the one thing I truly will miss is the childhood sweetheart I left behind. I remember the ring she gave me that I left behind on that blood soaked battlefield. "To the one I love remember me" was inscribed on the inside. How cruel it is that I not get to see Felicia again, the one I had hoped to marry.

Had I lived I could have seen the end of Sanjin era with my own hands. Such selfish people should not be allowed to rule above others. I only hope that now those people can live with themselves.

Little to Daodin's knowledge his being split gave birth to a new creature known as Amar the Necromancer. Armed with the Dark Blade, all the anger and hatred Daodin had, Amar set out to hunt down and annihilate the nation of Sanjin and eventually that entire world.