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Okay, so I figured I'd give it a shot, and started typing. Looking back, it seems I have trouble figuring out when to stop typing. Eek. sweatdrop

This character was originally an NPC I created for a D&D campaign; many of the details of her history wouldn't quite work out as they were originally plotted, so I've rewritten a great deal of the history. There are, however, a number of details which I've still lifted from D&D, and I'm simply not going to change them out of sheer laziness. So nyah. I'm also pretty much making it all up as I go along, so this may be subject to change or refinement. If it doesn't quite fit in with the setting, I can shift things around, as well.


The (Frickin' Huge) Back story:

The largest continent of one of the worlds connected by Lethe is a land embroiled in a war so ancient, most of its combatants have forgotten how it started. Some historians, however, theorize that it somehow related to a cow. Or perhaps a pair of hedge clippers.

The armies in this ancient war rages between the creatures of the mountains and those of the flatlands. From the craggy peaks and in the caverns deep below the mountains come a race of hideous troll-like beasts. These are the Grighmflt, who feel that the continent on which they live is named Sprkzlat. Large, strong, and exceedingly violent, these creatures also possess technology in weapons production which far surpasses that of their enemies. (Note that this level would still be considered primitive by modern-day Earth standards.) They are a highly-organized race, and firmly believe that they will be the eventual victors of this war.

On the other end are the creatures of the surrounding flatlands -- the humans of Cehntenal, who would argue that the continent's proper name is, in fact, Cehntenia. Their technology is more limited, but they make up for this lack with the power of magic, and with it, the power of healing. Naturally, they quite disagree, and feel that they'll be doing all the winning, thank you very much.

The reality, then, is that they've been warring for hundreds of years, and there's no particular end in sight. However, theirs is not the only continent on this world, nor the only intelligent races. There are other inhabited lands; among them is a particular archipelago in the southern hemisphere wherein live a species of creatures that are highly intelligent, cultured, and magically powerful.

Should they join together and use their powers, these creatures could very well invade the larger continent and end the war. (We shall call these creatures Arcanoloths, a name I've shamelessly yoinked from D&D. We can call their nation "Arcania," in a particularly uncreative move on my part.) ...Unfortunately, the Arcanoloths have all grown quite sick of each other, and would really rather have as little to do with their kin as entirely possible. This leaves them a great deal of time for studying and private introspection, as social lives are virtually unheard of; they are, fortunately, blessed with rather long life-spans, seeing as matings are rare, and usually involve a great many sullen arguments and alcoholic beverages.

Had these creatures decided to wage war on each other, they would most certainly be quite extinct. Fortunately, they are, on the whole, believers in art for art's sake, science for science's sake, and magic for magic's sake. The concept of actually using their destructive powers strikes them as incredibly crude and boorish. They'd much rather cast each other nasty looks over the top of their books and make snide comments about each others' robes, then go off to have a good sulk.

As they're not particularly fond of each other, it should not be surprising to know that many Arcanaloths have migrated away from their home islands, and a fair number have landed themselves upon the main island. (It should be noted that their general disdain for their own kind is limited to just that -- they're much more forgiving of other species.) Aside from all their other charming attributes, the Arcanaloths are noted for their greed, and most who reside on the main continent have realized the fantastic potential for profit the ongoing war provides. While they unanimously shun combat, many have found their niches in providing information, offering advice on tactics, selling supplies, running negotiations between the two sides, and other such pursuits.

Which all finally brings us down to this character (whose name I've quite forgotten in the decade since I came up with her -- I'll make up a new one at some point). She is one of the many who moved on to the main continent, and opted to make her living by selling potentially-useful enchanted objects to the highest bidder. After developing a sound reputation with both armies, she found herself in the rather choice position of working on some negotiations for a temporary cease-fire. Naturally, she found it a golden opportunity to fleece both sides. Needless to say, neither army was particularly pleased with this outcome, and she was summarily forced to flee the continent. In fact, both armies were so very displeased that she was forced into exile on an otherwise uninhabited island lest she be hunted down and punished in a number of very unpleasant ways.

Decades passed. Now, one might imagine that a life of solitude would be ideal for an Arcanoloth, but the reality is that, somewhere deep inside, they all secretly like passing snide comments about each others' robes, and being alone simply doesn't agree with them. Deprived of kinsman to needle, warring civilisations to take advantage of, or even a simple library in which to pass the hours, the time has made her slightly more than off her rocker. As such, when a group of human adventurers arrived on her lonely island, she was quite pleased to have a little company. She was even more pleased to discover that nobody seemed to remember her 'war crimes' and she was finally able to return to civilisation.

Two days later, she was sucked into Lethe.

The Rest of the Info:

(Edit) A Name: Khuffra Azdrayk (Translated from the ancient tongue it means, "Little ball of bluish wax.")
...Because she should probably named eventually. Made up something that sounded fun to say.

Appearance: 6'4", thin, and approximately humanoid with the exception of a distinctly canine head -- a long muzzle, pointed ears, and rather impressive fangs; covered in pale gray fur. Wearing a threadbare, multi-coloured robe with a high collar and many pockets.

The Contents of Her Pockets: a small pounch of coins, three scraps of paper, a battered old spell book, a tin of biscuits, a kettlewyrm*, a half-metre length of twine, a three-leaf clover, a fake pearl necklace, a pocket knife, and a rounded, pale pink shell which makes a rather charming noise when blown upon.

The Powers: (Again, mostly shamelessly lifted from D&D; I've cut a lot out, to keep it from being too much. Subject to revision at request.)

Inherent Abilities:
Resistance to acid, fire (including magical), gases and poison. Susceptible to cold.
Can produce small amounts of fire and/or heat substances on touch. (I foresee some potential buddying up with Zely's character, perhaps?)
May also create an illusion (over herself or otherwise) once per day, unlimited use of the spell effect Darkness, or teleport short distances (within visual range) at will. (Like all of her species, she will avoid combat at all costs, and will use these powers to that end.)

Also has typical spell-casting abilities. (Will make this specialized if required, otherwise I'm planning on pretty general spell use based on whatever's in her spell book. She's much more inclined to use magic for simple, practical purposes -- again, avoiding combat or aggressive use of magic as much as possible.)

Other Stuff:
As emphasized above, she is very much a non-combatant type character. She comes across as rather dotty and a bit grandmotherly. Deep down inside, she's still got a mind for profits and her own best interest, but years of exile have left her rather unstable and she craves socialization.

*Footnote
Kettlewyrms: A common household nuisance, the kettlewyrm is a small invertibrate which may grow up to 6 centimetres in size. They very rarely reach this size, as they are typically squished by shrieking housewives or their dutiful husbands. Named kettlewyrms because they tend to crawl into kettles to reach their favourite source of nutrition: tea. They will take coffee in a pinch, preferably with a bit of milk.

Okay, because I need it for clarity and simplicity, I just randomly generated the world names. I will be taking over the second post of this thread for them as well as which character is from which.

Here are the world names:

Samecia
Ceheus
Rudine
L'ang-rha
Eneyd'o
Amisaya
Seyk
And, finally, Lethe


Everyone who's made a character, can you post in your bio both your name as well as the civilization's name (if it's not there already). You'll also need to, when someone created another civilization in the same world, to determine how they like the other one.

Well, I need you to name the two warring civilizations, the troll like ones with tech and the human-ish ones with magic and to pick a world so I can get it set up. Pretty much any one will do. The setting would be mingled, so it'd be best to just pick a world right now so others can join in that one too if they want. Hell, you could be from the same world as Hito or even my character if you wanted. Neither one is incompatible with your setting. FFG's'd be trouble though.

*obliges* twisted

When Nabs returns, she needs to pick both a name for this civilization and a world.

xd heart Skizz, that is so win.

Updated first post with Skizz's info and some of Stream's. Will finish Stream's when he finishes bio and such.

Skizz, can you put down some stuff about your character's personality and the like?