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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:31 am
Corrine B. Masterson  Username: Arylkia Character Name: Corrine Brooke Masterson (Pronounced Kur-inn) Kingdom: Wrath Occupation/Class: Arch Duchess Age: 26 Species: Human Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: Corrine's father is the King of Wrath's brother, making Lincoln her cousin. When she was born, a fairy, long loyal to the crown, blessed the child with a gift that would allow her an advantage in both knowledge and warfare. At a young age she found that she could remember whatever she read or saw in books, much to the amusement of her father and the court. Her perfect recitations of Wrathian fairy tales from the time of her small childhood drew much of the castle to her. She loved the attention. While her father's earnest wish was for Corrine to learn the ways of the ladies of court, in the hopes that she would one day serve at the royal palace, she found that her real passions fell in battle, where she was naturally adept. Forging friendships with knights she would spend her afternoons in their company, learning the ways of the sword and war. Unfortunately, her beloved grandfather soon passed, allowing her uncle to ascend to the throne. Her relationship with him was such that, when she came of age, she was allowed to travel the world, visiting far off kingdoms in the name of knowledge. Of course, what she really took with her were their varying ways of battle. Throughout these journeys she learned how to use her favorite weapon - the kukris. Vicious in combat, she was drawn to the strength they instilled in her, and the fear they inspired in those who opposed her. She returned home infrequently, though always long enough to see her family and wish them well. However, as quickly as she would appear and home, she would flit away on another adventure, thankful that her family's standing and funds allowed her such a luxury. It was while she was away on such a trip that she learned her mother had passed from a fever, the healers unable to tend to her in time. This was sad news indeed for the girl, though she decided to stay home and accept her mother's title. That was years ago, and since accepting the title, Corrine has proven herself a powerful woman and an even more powerful leader. Many consider her insubordinate, others see it as being simply headstrong, but none question her ability to administer to those in her charge and delegate tasks to the appropriate people. What has become even more impressive is her military prowess, Corrine often giving advice to her father and even the knights, which she still trains with on occasion. Of course, now it is her teaching them a thing or two. Last month, an assassin snuck into her castle and attempted to kill her while she was sleeping. It was unfortunate for him that he had not heard of how dangerous this woman could be. By the time the guards of the castle arrived to her room, Corrine had already disposed of the assassin, to no one's real surprise, but she was clearly shaken, and suffered minor cuts and bruises from the fight. Her father, fearing for the safety of his only daughter, was overjoyed to hear the gods were taking measured to protect those of high importance in the realms. He arranged for her passage to Veritas' castle, where he knew she would be safe from harm until everything was straightened out. While she was not happy to be running away from the assassination attempt, and even less happy that her father still did not recognize the value in her battle prowess, she agreed to go and was shipped off to Vertias' castle. Weapons: Corrine's weapon of choice are kukris, with which she is lethal. Secondarily she is quite adept with a bow and arrow, which serves her well in long range combat. Powers: Corrine has a photographic memory, allowing her to remember immense amounts of information after only reading it once. This also works in the context of battle, where she can remember and copy opponent's moves in the blink of an eye. See history for more details. Other: Corrine has existing relationships with Mordis and Jasper, whom she got to know through her interactions with the knights. Throughout her travels, Corrine came into contact with many people from other kingdoms. This includes a young woman named Dorian, whom she met on the road, as well as Lucian, the heir to the kingdom of Envy. Description: Corrine has long, chocolate brown hair, often falling in curls past her shoulders. Her eyes are a muted green, contrasting nicely with the color of her hair. Her complexion is fair and flawless, her build rather slight all things considered. She stands taller than most girls her age, 5'10", and weighs approximately 159 pounds. Where her strength lies is in her agility and flexibility. While those close to her see the goodness within her, to the outside observer she seems mysterious and slightly intimidating - like she is capable of unspeakable things. She is. Her delights come from being in charge of herself and those around her, and when she finds herself against someone who would slight her because of her gender or appearance, it doesn't bode too well for them in the end. She is not above using what attributes she has to achieve her own goals and those of her family, making her all the more dangerous. Writing Sample: AX / XA
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 9:24 pm
Amarenth Soren Hyuga  Username: x-EternalAlice-x Character Name: Amarenth Soren Hyuga, but I prefer if you call me Soren or "Sora" Kingdom: I was born in Wraith from a father of Wraith and a mother of Humility. My loyalty however now lies with Envy for many reasons that shall be explained. Occupation/Class: I am a knight of Envy Age: I am 30 years old Species: I am what Evony has named a "Music Illusionist", but I prefer to be called a Human with special talents. Gender: I am a female that looks like a boy child, at least to most anyway. Sex: ...I do admittely go both ways, but my preference is for the male gender. Bio: I have already told you where I was born, but I believe I should explain how I ended up in Envy. You see, my father was a knight in Wraith's army and my mother was a healer in our village. What made them special was their powers. My father had the power to borrow other's powers and thus become that person. My mother had the ability to soothe one's soul with words. I didn't gain either of their talents. For me, that actually was probably a good thing. My father's power eventually made him have multiple personalites and my mother was accused of being a devil too many times for me to count. For some reason, people only made fun of me for looking like a boy. I was never bothered by that. To tell the truth, I would brag about it and still do. Yeah...not showing good Humility huh? Anyway, while I was at my aunt's house in Envy in the summer of my thirtenth year of life, my father went completley insane and killed my mother in cold blood. My aunt wouldn't let me go back. I was fine with that. I hated my father and felt anger towards him for killing my sweet mother who had done no wrong. I guess he could feel my anger, even with many miles between us. He killed himself a month later and kept writing "Sorry" on the wall of our home with his own blood. I admit I was glad my aunt was a wise woman that knew I shouldn't see such things at my age. I only learned about what he did before he died a few years ago. Well, about a month after that, I turned fourteen. In Envy, fourteen year old boys are automacially drafted into the Army. We needed the money and my Aunt suggested I should see if I could get into the Army, even though I was a girl. I did have some training from my father when I was younger, but not much. Most of my training for life was from my mother who taught me how to be a housewife. Even though my training was limited, I somehow got in. So, for the next ten years, I trained and became a knight of Envy under Liam's command, feeling empty on the inside. It wasn't until I turned twenty-five that I realized I did have powers like some of the royals of the major kingdoms. I could create illusions and see and talk to ghosts. My parents nor Aunt had those powers. The illusions were limited and interestingly, could only be vreated via certain tunes I was taught by my aunt's late husband. He was also the one to give me the guitar that allowed me to create them. Strange. The ghost sense had always been there, but I always thought it was just me or that I was going crazy...just like my dad did. For some reason, the realization of those powers had made me feel whole and I worked even harder for the kingdom of Envy as its' frontline against its' enemy. Ever since then, I've done the side job of solving mysteries in order to help ghosts to pass on. Most of the time however, I'm too busy fighting or guarding the royal family to do that. I have been in my current role as guardian and protector of the princes and princess for about three years now. I'm the closest to Evony with me being the least close to Nathential. Then again, I believe no one is truely close to him. Anyway, that is why I was sent here to guard them by the royal family. I hope this will be more interesting than the job description makes it. Weapons: I use my fists and legs to attack, choosing a up close and personal approach to fighting. The guitar used for illusions, I guess, could also count as a weapon. It depends on how you view weapons. Powers: As already stated, I have the power to create illusions via a guitar(I know they had guitars in the Renaissance, just can't remember if they had them in the medievil ages. If need be, just change it to a harp.) made of a wood I have never seen in any place I've been to over the years. With a simple tune, I can create a copy of myself, my cat, or any creature or object I desire, as long as the object or creature exists and I have seen it before. The more complicated the tune I play, the more I can make the illusion do. I can't however make them speak or do anything physical like opening doors. Also, they aren't physical, just look that way. Thus, if one passes through the illusion, it will disappear like a cloud of smoke. My other power is just simply being able to see and talk to ghosts. Other: I have a black cat named Derrick who is a year old that I found in the forest recently. Also, my nickname "Sora" comes from Evony who heard the name meant "sky", thinking it fit me well. I'm not entirely sure why she thought that. Description: I am 5'5'' and weight 135 pounds. I have dark blue eyes and long red hair. The hair I usuaully keep up in a braid, but I do sometimes leave my hair down too. It depends on my mood. I have size 5 1/2 shoes and a small A cup chest. I have tiny curves and my limbs are toned and thin. My hands are small and have long nimble fingers. I have a slightly perky butt, but it is mostly flat like a guy's. Everything else...just assume looks like a undeveloped teenager body that makes me look like a boy to most....I really do hate my looks. Writing Sample: I have John as proof of my ability
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:26 pm
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. Writing Sample: Alice looked around the corner and smiled darkly as she saw no one there at all. She held the little bag close to her chest and tip toed around the corner and made her way to her room. If they knew she had it they would want it too. She did not want to share this with them. Not with anyone. She slipped to her door. Made sure no one was around to see her and opened the door as quiet as possible. She slunk in and locked the door behind her. She tossed the bag on the bed and lit all the candles about the room. Except the nice smelling ones. They were her favorite. She had never lit any of them. No one was allowed to burn them. She did not like when they touched her things. She went back to her bed after closing the shutters on her window and smiled with glee. Her eyes glinted with the joy she held under wraps. She untied the brown course bag and tossed the string away and spread it open. There sat a pile of the most delectable chocolates. Each one perfectly square cut and in the form of a pyramid. She slapped her hands together and rubbed them. Then she reached for one and prepared to put it in her mouth. She heard a creaking noise and stopped mid-motion. Her eyes darted around and she shrugged seeing nothing. It was as the chocolate square, so scrumptious, so divine, touched her tongue that she was attacked from behind. She choked on the thing. "Alice!! I knew if I waited long enough I would get you in here! Is that chocolate!!?" A little girl was hanging from her neck making her dip backwards. She was choking on the chocolate and she had been found out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:56 am
Martin Chris Hearthon  Username: Banethebone Character Name: Martin Chris Hearthon Kingdom: Avarice Occupation/Class: willing servant Age: 23 Species: Human Gender: Male Sex: mostly Straight(potentially bi) Bio:He was sent due to an agreement with the king. The king would do what he could for Martin's family, wherever they might be in all this. And he would do whatever the king asked. Or so Martin had thought. He was ordered to never disclose who sent him. For what reason, and he did know the answers to these questions. But he needed to believe he didn't for slip ups happen when you force yourself to lie. Forcing yourself to forget was harder, but more effective. He served the king of Avarice for almost a decade. Time seemed to have flown by as his own body remained a stranger. Why was he so unique. And why did he always feel as if the King wanted his head on a plate! Now he enters the scene as he finds the unfamiliar darkness of sleep. Weapons:None (trained in usage, but not allowed to carry) Powers: Limitless physical energy(limited on means of expending it) Self-energy suppression(not often a conscious action) Other: He is still a servant and will obey without question...He knows of who he is destined. And will not limit his actions because of this. For the past several years he was drained heavily at the delight of the king, in order to make his system sporadic. And now he even found that mysterious mistress known as sleep visiting him nightly or whatever it was inside the cart he had been riding in. Description: Written. 5' 11", about 155lbs. He is lean with broad shoulders. His hands are slightly calloused from years of hard work. Dark Brown hair, semi-curly and long. Background/writing style example: As his eyes came into focus the sight of his father brought him back to reality. ~This couldn't be his father, he was dead or was this a dream~
As he neared the man a sense of guilt overcame him, colliding forcefully with each moment he had worked and thought only of himself.
But the man was no specter. It embraced him, and tears flowed from its eyes, and the only words that escaped its gasping sobs was:"My son, I thought I had lost you!" At those words his heart wrenched and he bolted upright in the cart. And it was then he knew where and when he was. And who he was not with. He thought of his "destiny" as the king had called it. He had picked up some of the details, but there had to be a catch. He was to find out his purpose in his own time, but expose nothing of who had sent him, or who he was sent to aid. The King had said this was freedom. But now Martin realized, he had only chained himself tighter to the throne, upon which sat Vincent, king of Avarice!
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:54 am
Indigo the Godslayer  Username: S i n k o t s u Character Name: Indigo Xakstrazi Orizanko Kingdom: None; "Kingdom? Sorry, but that'd be a waste of my time to let someone have lordship over me."Occupation/Class: Dragoon; "I've always been fond of the title. Funny how I end up with a lance in one hand and the reins to my drake in the other..."Age: 1336 Species: Astral Walker; "I'm quite glad I am so, as it gives me plenty of time and opportunities to enjoy the finer things in life."Gender: Male; "Although it can easily be fixed, I've seen how women can get. I think I'll pass on that."Sex: Straight; "It doesn't count if I experimented a bit a few hundred years ago, right?"Bio: Born into a royal bloodline, Indigo is of a rare and dying breed. Astral Walkers were, by nature, immortal, but spread very few and far between. Time, coupled with war and their abilities, have ravaged what was a once great and noble race, dwindling their numbers and scattering them through the reaches of time. Throughout his the time he spent with his people, he was constantly pressured to help breathe life back to their race. However, being the trickster he now is, he would always find a way to weasel out of it. xxxxThe first three hundred years of his life, he was, as all others, considered nothing more than a new born, and as such, his life consisted of a constant influx of knowledge. Around his four hundredth birthday, he finally took to his calling and set out from his home, his family, and his friends. Carrying only the bare essentials, he was intent on searching through the entirety of existence if it meant he could bring the Astral Walkers together once more. Through hundreds of years he searched and wandered, wearing himself down greatly in the process. He had met pockets of Astrals, but was shocked to find themselves radically different. Listening to the oldest amongst all of them, who was sadly also the most sane, he was distraught to find everything he was taught about his people was nothing more than an illusionary lie. xxxxTaking up the blacksmith's hammer in his new-found quest, he scoured time once more, finding the best materials for the job. Besting a self-proclaimed God named Bahamut, he earned himself the rights to fly on the wings of an iron-bound drake, as well as a tooth and scale from the God, which he used in the forging of Bahamut's Tear. Another fifty years were dedicated to hunting down a God that was widely feared amongst even the Astrals. Upon discovering his forbidden sanctum, he was greeted by the unmistakable wails of a tortured soul. Approaching the broken throne, his eyes beheld a sword nailing the God to the throne he sat upon. Hearing the God's tale of tragedy and self-sacrifice, he took it upon himself to free him from the shackles of everything. Grasping the sword, the God let a genuine smile cross his face as he departed lost knowledge unto him. Drawing the blade from his chest, the tortured God was released to death, and Indigo found himself armed with all he would need. xxxxWearing light-plated armour, Indigo returned to his former home, intent only on writing the final chapter of the Astral Walkers as everyone knew. Through blood and steel, he tore through friend and family alike. As his emotions raged and swarmed, overtaking his senses, he found himself activating his Avatar Form, filling him with an unrivaled ability. The fight itself was surprisingly short, and took little effort on his part. The look of shock as his spear pierced the resident leader of the Astrals was engraved on his mind that day. As their God-king bled out in front of him, Xakstrazi simply watched with eyes full of a righteous judgment. Dropping out of his Avatar state, he summoned what strength he had left and waved his hand over the fresh corpse, opening up a portal to a world unknown. Using his spear as a walking stick, he entered the portal and began his new life, always running, always watching. Weapons: His spear, "Bahamutʼs Tear" and the Blade of the Lost GodPowers: Avatar Forms; A rare trait amongst the Astral Walkers. In a time when either his life is at stake or his emotions run so rampant through his being, his mind transforms, as does his body. The effect of the Avatar form activating is incredibly straining on the body, leaving Indigo drained, and almost always in a comatose state for a few days while his body recuperates. "Man, even the worst hangover ever doesn't feel that bad."Other: Astral Walkers aren't immortal, per se. They are still as kill-able as those around them, but more, time doesn't affect them as it would anyone else. Astral Walkers are physically indistinguishable from a human, at least, except their wings, which are prone to the occasional odd change of colour. Their muscle structure is equivalent to that of a hyper-developed human's, but unless constantly maintained is susceptible to rapid degeneration. One of the more interesting facts about an Astral Walker is what earned them their name; at a base level, they are wanderers and observers. They have the ability to travel to and from planes, though as with the Avatar Form, it can strain the body. "I have to say, the wings definitely earn me some Cool Points with the ladies."Description: Matching his snow-white hair are the wings he keeps hidden. Most of the time, at least, as even he isn't sure what colour they'll be the next day, be it hot pink or solid black. Depending on the situation, Indigo will usually be caught in either lightly plated greaves or modified wooden clog called a geta.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:22 pm
Xard  Username: TheScorpioDragon Character Name: Xard Kingdom: Which ever serves his goals/Veritas Occupation/Class: Daemonic Sorceror Age: You will not be able to count high enough Species: Hell Daemon Gender: Male Sex: Whichever serves his goals Bio: Xard is a very, very old Daemon that has been pulling the strings of fate in many dimensions since Hell itself and its ten spheres are intertwined within every point of existence one way or another. He is a denizen of the seventh sphere, a world where the most vile are sent and kept locked away. The door itself hardly opens because few are that insanely malevolent. His quest has been the same for eons: Gain control over all of Hell. To do this he needs souls and artifacts of the middle worlds. Weapons, armor, totems, you name it and he wants it should it prove useful to him. Some of his favorite, and so far more useful, toys are the Oblivion Soulorbs and the seventh piece that joins them all. A set of three is embedded within Xard's own body, while the other set is contained within the parasite Ra, whom resides on Jack Rohaun's left arm. The Seventh piece sits on a pedestool in Xard's own chamber to act as a mediator between the two. How they work is they pull souls apart. The good and evil parts of a single soul are separated. The evil is what Xard absorbs, while the good stays with Ra. The seventh piece is powered by any neutral feelings. The energy transfer is instantaneous and bypasses laws of all worlds. Why Xard did not have all six within himself is because of two reasons: Xard made a deal with Jack Rohaun that obligated him to give him the power he desired in exchange for his assitance in bringing him the orbs; Xard, being a Hell Daemon, was forbidden to take the orbs from their resting places. Second, the orbs cannot be host of one body or the being's soul using them would be pulled within them. Xard is now serving Veritas to take possession of a certain something. Can Jack take hold of it before he does? He'd like to see him try. Weapons: Enigma; a pulsating sphere of energy that takes the form of any weapon or protective equipment that the user desires, but only one item at a time. Grimoire of Oblivion; a tome of demonic spells and incantations and ceremonies. Powers: The set of three orbs within him bring him magical power needed to perform anything within the Grimoire of Oblivion and cast Daemonic magic. He can see into Jack's own soul, and read his thoughts in a sense. His deepest feelings are his to view. It is a trade off. Jack Rohaun can find Xard where ever he may be, and Xard will know what is going through Jack's head. The links they share run deep. Description: His physical features are always hidden by a black magical shroud. Anybody that has ever seen him have only been able to make out a Chesire Cat-like grin and pupiless Daemonic eyes. That is when he is not masquerading as someone or something else by using the power of his Grimoire and Soulorbs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:28 pm
Somni Tanti  Username: III The Sorceress III Character Name: Somni Tanti Kingdom: Wrath Occupation/Class: Priestess Age: 191 Species: Dream Weaver Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: In the realm the Dream Weavers are native to, one of the few laws which were concerned with the creation of dreams; killing the dreamer in their dream. It was believed that doing so would ultimately kill the dreamer. Somni was merely an apprentice at weaving when her master inspected her weavings and discovered she had woven clothes depicting the death of the dreamer for which she wove. As punishment, Somni was banished to the realm of dreamers as it was believed that doing so would bring about a slow death to the Dream Weaver. Obviously, the facts were not quite right as Somni lived and has done so for a long while in the Kingdom of Wrath. Interested in the culture of the dreamers she once weaved for, she began to study different aspects of it from their history, the languages which she could never quite grasp, to even their religion. It was religion which really drew her interest. It took a few years for the masked woman to train and finally be accepted into the church as a priestess. And from there, she watched the church’s power slowly decline in the kingdom. Still, she continued to lead her masses though in attempts to restore the power she had once seen them have, led them with the assistance of her weavings of illusions, using nothing short of fire and brimstone to strike fear yet anger into the hearts of those who attended her masses. Weapons: A metal staff Powers: Has the ability to create illusions, creatures, and objects from weavings which would be used for dreams for a short period of time, using multiple weavings shortens the time. Fighting against the illusion, item, or creature created from these weavings will wear down the time which they can exist in the realm. If this happens it will return to its simple cloth form. Fire however will completely destroy the weaving no matter the state in which it was burned. If it is an illusion, item, or creature, it will take a few moments longer than if just burning the weaving. These weavings can also be used on sleeping people. The easiest way to escape from these dreams would be simply waking up. ((Would only be used with permission from other players and if it had been discussed before hand.)) Other: Never quite got a hold on speaking fluently in any of the languages which were spoken and as result speaks in a very broken manner. Since the air is different from what her kind were used to breathing, she often finds herself coughing or having to speak slowly in order to prevent herself from falling victim to harsh coughing fits. She still wears the mask which she wore when creating dreams before being banished as she is still a firm believer in not letting the dreamers see their weaver’s face. Description: Somni hides her face behind a mask which fully covers her face, long black feathers lining the sides almost resembling a lion’s mane. She wears a simple black hooded cloak, covering herself completely in it, hiding her frail body, even her hands are gloved. Under the cloak, behind the mask, though there is pale skin, like that akin to one who has not seen the light of day for ages. Under the hood which is usually pulled up to the back of the feathers of her mask, long white hair is hidden. Constantly wide opened brilliant golden eyes study the still strange world around her, and possibly the only physical indication she is not human. Her black cloak is decorated with pockets and pouches on its outside layer, and some even in the inside. She carries a simple and non-decorated staff on her, mainly used as a walking stick and support when she breaks into a coughing fit.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:58 am
Keirnan Dysis  Username: x-Patiently_Waiting-x Character Name: Keirnan Dysis Kingdom: Patience Occupation/Class: Monk Age: 70 Species: Human Gender: Male Sex: Gay Bio: In the mountains of Patience lies a monastery, where men and women train daily to reach perfection. These monks are different than the traditional sorts, instead of just slaving away over scriptures, they are wise enough to know that true enlightenment comes from the union of the Mind, the Body, and the Spirit. Daily they train hoping to reach the point where there body is in perfect balance. Some find this order, others are born into it. Keirnan was one of the few who was born into this order of monks. His parents attempting an experiment to see if the merging of spirit and body that happens in creation also causes the merging of minds. In that sense he was an accident, but he was still loved, for everyone was loved there. There is no hate on the road to enlightenment. Like every other child born in the monastery, Keirnan was given the change to leave, a chance he passed up. He enjoyed the training that they gave him, her strived to reach the balance they talked about. Eternal peace, could such a thing exist? For Keirnan it could and still can. His first trials were easy, for he is truly connected to his mind, body, and spirit. He is now facing one of his hardest tasks, the trail of humanity. For it he must leave his home in the mountains to make a difference in the world. Few monks make it to this stage, and the fact that he reached it at such and age is quite impressive on its own. He would head to veritas's castle, he decided. There was a gathering of the kingdoms there, he would help them find peace. For helping them find peace would help him find peace as well. Weapons: Staff and his body (martial arts) Powers: Keirnan has access to healing abilities, though he is not a great healer. He also is ageless though this is mostly because of his training not because of his magic. Other: Because of his training, sleeping eating and drinking are no longer neccessities. He is human however which means sickness and poison can affect him, and he can also be injured. Description: He is tall 6' 2" to be exact. Because of his tall stature and how muscular his body is he can be imposing sometimes. He is completely bald, and has not hair on his body, though this is for personal reasons. He wears light pants and arm bandages and when he feels like it a shirt, but the less clothing to restrict his movement the better.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:57 am
Mira Greene  Username: ChelseahSmileCharacter Name: Miranelle Greene. Or Mira, for short. Kingdom: Fortitude Occupation/Class: Princess Age: 18 Species: Halfling angel; so she has no wings Gender: Female Sex: She believes herself to be straight, but is lately growing a bit curious. Bio: Mira was born as a sickly child, having almost died at birth. Thus, her birth itself was considered something of a miracle, though all the doctors had said that she might not live long. She's been pulling through, however, by the aid of several medicines, strange healing methods, and of course, the fact that she's half-angel kind of helps things go along. But despite the fact of her rather 'exciting' birth, her life today isn't exactly what'd you'd call thrilling. Or adventurous. Or even pleasant. Her life fits in one, just word: nice. She leads a nice life. Because of her sickly nature, she is extremely sheltered, rarely going anywhere outside the upper floors of the castle since her birth. That the King and Queen of Fortitude even had such a daughter was unheard of, except for the royal family and some nobles of the other kingdoms. Even the court has not been notified of her presence, as her parents often feared that men would only charm her because of her status. So, to keep herself from going insane listless, her various activities include: reading, painting, practicing on the piano, drawing, embroidering, reading--oh, wait, we've already said that. Anyhow, you get the point. However, in fear that her health might be further jeopardized by the war and pollution caused by the war with Wrath, her parents had finally agreed to send her to Veritas' castle in the hopes of her safety and in improving her health. (Of course, they haven't met Veritas yet. So Godspeed, Mira.) Weapons: "Well... does a knitting needle count...? No...?" Powers: (Please refer to this as her real power ^^) Because of the angelic blood that runs through her veins, Mira can use it to heal others. She can't heal diseases or disorders, though, like her current sickness or when she has panic attacks, as they're more intensive and complex. She can only heal flesh wounds and burns to a certain extent. Quite ironic, yes? Other: When placed in too stressful of a situation, Mira has panic attacks, and her heart could be put in the danger of stopping. Description: As she never really gets enough sunlight, Mira's complexion is extremely pale, with flaxen hair and lively blue eyes. She is very, very, very delicate and frail, almost resembling a porcelain doll. Drop it, and it will, without a doubt, break. So be careful with her. However, her eyes are a stormy blue color, with a bit of brown in the middle, resembling her unyielding personality. Despite her sickness, she can be quite the optimistic and headstrong character, in true respect to her kingdom. She yearns to experience more of the outside world, and is thus a very curious person, though she makes sure that she doesn't cross being nosy. But also because of her sickness, she tends to be very gullible, sheepish, and somewhat simple-minded. Tell her that a pig flies and she'll exclaim, "Where?!" She hates being lonely, but puts up with it. Writing Sample: Refer to Adam Montgomery posts...
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 10:12 pm
Jade Aldrich  Username: Xx The Black Diamond xX Character Name: Jade Aldrich Kingdom: Humility Occupation/Class: Peasant Age: Looks 21, but is really 147. Species: Lycan Gender: Female Sex: Bi Bio: Jade was born in a small village on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Humility—one of the more rustic, out in the country areas of the kingdom. The village was a safe haven for her kind and where her pack resided. Her village lived in peace for over a hundred years—in which time she’d matured to age 21 and then stopped physically showing age progression—until recently. A strange illness has swept through her village, taking many people within its grasp. A few have fallen victim to its deadly ways already; the others are gravely ill. No one knows how much longer they can hold out. Now, Jade is in search of a cure to help her village—her family. She hopes that Veritas might possible have a cure or might know where to find one. And so, here she is. Weapons: A simple pair of throwing sais Powers: She doesn’t really have “powers”, per say. Just the normal abilities for a Lycan—very good endurance and stamina, speed and strength beyond that of a humans, fast healing abilities, and the ability to shift into a wolf form. Other: Not that I can think of. Description: Jade has long, wavy blonde hair down to her mid-back. She doesn’t tie it back or anything, just leaves it free to do whatever it pleases. Her eyes are a soft brown and always seem to have a twinkle of liveliness to them. She’s pretty tall, but not extremely so—probably around 6’ to 6’2”. She’s a little bit pale, since she prefers to be out in the evening or after the sun sets. Jade has nice, full, pink lips that often form a bright and kind smile, though they are not too big. Her body is shapely, yes, but she does not show this off too much. Her usual form of dress is form-fitting, but covering, for the most part. It’s earthy-toned and not too attention-grabbing. Usually, it consists of a long, flowing skirt and a long-sleeved peasant’s blouse with a bodice, boots on her feet. That’s about it. Writing Sample: One more big cough and suddenly, the Healer’s body is quiet, save for her heavy breathing. She sits leaned over for a few more moments, trying to catch her breath, her eyes closed. After those few moments, she realizes that she is sitting on something soft. A familiar scent fills the air around her. The aura of the surrounding area is familiar, comforting. There are a few familiar, distant sounds. Slowly and shakily, Viana opens her eyes. Her sheer curtains greet her once more, though they are not completely closed in order to let in a little more light than normal. Her room. Oh thank the Force! The Chiss just sits there for a bit, propping her back up against her pillows as she tries to slow down her breathing and her heart rate. The light is on in her room and there is a book at her feet. The other version of herself had been reading, it seems. The Chiss puts a gentle hand on her stomach. She remains still for a moment; feels a small but powerful little kick. Vayle’s alright. Thank goodness. She sighs and lies back on her pillows a little more. It’s only early evening, but she feels exhausted, drained. She’d feared losing her baby for a little while there. Oh…that poor other version of herself… What will become of her and her baby? Viana wants to rest. She just wants to rest. And now, something inside of her has gotten that message. A headache grows. It begins to get stronger and stronger, more forcefully than usual. It doesn’t take long for the girl to realize what is happening. Oh no… Viana is quick to try and meditate, to calm herself down. She tries to fight off what she knows is trying to happen. However, she finds herself too weak, at the moment. Her body tenses. "Gemma, no…!" It is too late. The cold darkness overcomes her as she succumbs to the state of unconsciousness which threatens her. She has lost this round.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 11:49 pm
Baldassare
 Username: Shalgrith
Character Name: Baldassare Caravaggio di Bacchius
Kingdom: Lust
Occupation/Class: Priest
Age: actual - unknown, claims to have lived for a millenium; perceived - 23
Species: homo faeles, commonly called cat-people or similar terms
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: As a kitten, Baldassare was always getting into trouble for following his whims. He would always get distracted by the slightest impulses, looking for good fun. When he was in his early twenties, he was quite the ladies’ cat in his hometown, and enjoyed every minute of it. One night, he stumbled upon a bacchanal, the raucous festival of women celebrating the god Bacchus. Finding himself enamored with the wild, sensuous display, he approached them with his normal curiosity. He was met with great interest by the human women, who had never seen any homo faeles, or cat persons, before. Baldassare was delighted to find that they were so accepting of him, and in the heat of the ceremony he said he would do anything to live as such forever. It was at this point that Bacchus himself stepped down, pouring a glass of deep crimson wine from his bottomless gold kantaros, a high-handled decanter, as he laughed merrily. The women urged Baldassare to drink the wine, which the god said would grant his wish. This pure wine of Bacchus granted the cat eternal youth, at a price that he was more than willing to pay: he would be the chief priest and disciple of Bacchus and his consort, Venus, promoting their gospel of lust and merriment to all in exchange for his everlasting earthly paradise of wine, women, and song.
Weapons: Claws, Longbow
Powers:
Elixir di Bacchus: Baldassare keeps with him an elixir derived from the wine of Bacchus which cures all diseases (but not physical wounds), though it is such a strong intoxicant that it would affect even the heaviest drinkers, sending them into the frenzy of bakkheia.
Arcu di Cupid: His bow has some of the power of Cupid’s blessing, allowing him to fire arrows that can affect the minds of his targets to a small degree, such as temporary amnesia or a drug-like euphoria.
Other: His body never physically ages, and he cannot die from old age, though any unnatural means of death will kill him. Because this gift was granted to him through "selling his soul" to Bacchus, the Lord of Wine and Ecstacy, his blood courses with an unnaturally high amount of alcohol in it from the wine of Bacchus himself. The religion of Lust that he promotes centers around Bacchus and Venus, the god of wine and raucous merriment and the goddess of lust and sexual desire, and Cupid, the son of Venus and an inspiration of love and lust.
Description: Baldassare stands at roughly 1.7 meters, and is a long-haired male of the homo faeles species, a species of bipedal, sentient felines whose physiological appearance seems like that of a cross between a human and a common housecat. His fur, which is naturally white, is stained a dark maroon color from daily bathing in the sacred wine of the Temple of Bacchus. He can generally be seen in the nude within the Temple; however, for the sake of public modesty, he usually prefers the “swinging London” mod look, with small, round, blue-tinted glasses. Baldassare is rarely seen without his ceremonial thyrsus, which is the traditional staff of Bacchus made from the stem of the giant fennel with a pine cone on top, the latter being coated in gold to represent the honey that would originally flow from such a staff, a symbol of fertility. This thyrsus is usually borne by a female attendant of the Temple clad in foxskin, as it was traditionally held by women in the original ceremonies. The sly cat is also, as a rule, never seen without his silver decanter, the vessel which carries his Elixir of Bacchus, and his trusted longbow, which is representational of Cupid’s bow.
Writing Sample: (The following is from a roleplay for a Star Wars LARP smile
Renon yelped in surprise as he felt the earth being raised up behind him, and hid the still-recording communicator in his waistcoat pocket where it could still pick everything up inconspicuously. He’d have to be very careful from this point on. Swallowing loudly, he rose and straightened his robes, breathing deeply before he tipped his hat to the women and spoke.
“Evenin’, Miss Sanuye; Miss Scarlet. Erm...how’re y’all t’night? Ye’ll excuse my intrusion; I couldn’ sleep, an’ when I saw Miss Sanuye leavin’ th’ ship...well, I got right curious, Ma’am, I’m sorry. Hope I ain’t bein’ too much trouble...?”
He felt his mind begin to wander towards the transmit program he had loaded on his communicator, but thought better of it, waiting until it would be more necessary, and as an extra precaution began to envision the ethereal fobwatch that helped him focus on escaping quickly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:29 pm
Autumn Bellerose  Username: Scarlet Electra 132 Character Name: Autumn BelleroseKingdom: Hubris Occupation/Class: Countess Age: 24 Species: Human Gender: FemaleSex: StraightBio: Personality…
She has contempt for those who would back down from what is theirs, be it fights, a war, possessions, or the correct opinion in an argument and even sometimes what they only believe is theirs. Though she is only average height, she has this way of still managing to look down on someone. She is a bit of a b***h but she has her nice side too and is a loyal and trustworthy friend and ally. However, she hates to lose in anything, having a fierce competitive side and a streak of pride more than a mile wide. It interferes with her social life sometimes as she is a sore loser, hating to admit to any wrong she might have committed or even that it was wrong at all.
Her crazy is going to be hallucinations. She suffers from them in phases of quite frequent to once in a blue moon. Because she has suffered from them since she was small, she is pretty good at distinguishing them from real life but sometimes this leads her to seem as if she is distant or ignoring someone because she mistakens them for an illusion. She is also pretty apt at hiding their existence to her a secret except in the cases when she is having some really bad delusion, she cannot hide those well.
She didn’t have many friends when she was very small because of her hallucinations. The outcome of this is that she feels the world might be judging her and she must be the best possible role model, including hiding her problem. This is part of the reason why her pride is so forthcoming. If there is even the suggestion that she is in the wrong, that she is somehow broken, she becomes defensive, not believing that it is a problem but just another aspect of her life. She grew up on the assumption that if she wanted anything, it was hers to earn and that no one would give it to her.
She grew up with her parents that taught her and ‘trained’ her to be the perfect young lady, always encouraging her to hide her hallucinations. Her mother was unsympathetic and would hear nothing of her daugher’s woes, however, her father would sit with her, even in the dead of night, should the phantoms not leave her be but chased sleep away. Because of this, she has often feels the coldness any female presents as normal but meets it with equal coldness. In fact, she meets most females with mild coldness, as she feels that is what is expected. Males she tends to trust a bit more quickly than women, and does not meet them with such a harsh demeanor because of her father being the rather friendly parent.
She has a fiancé that her parents love. He was a childhood sweetheart of hers but they have both rather fallen out of their infatuation. He stays because he wants the title, status, and money that will come with the marriage…she stays because she is stubborn and does not want to admit defeat of any form…including failure at this engagement. Her parents love him(the fiancé, James) because they found someone that will love/take care, accept their daughter and her hallucinations…except that he doesn’t know about them though Autumn is the only one that knows that little tid bit. James is a bit of a womanizing charmer who likes to chase skirts. It is part of the reason that they find each other distasteful now, they spend absolutely no time together and do not enjoy each other’s company. Their marriage has been delayed many times.Weapons: She keeps one dagger concealed in her boot and one concealed on a guarder on her right leg. Powers: None that she is aware of, but she has minor precognition mixed in with her visions.Other: none I guess?Description: She stands about 5”5’. Her eyes are ice blue and her skin is pale white. Her hair is a shock white and flows straight down to her waist though she usually wears it up in a high pony tail. Her typical outfit consists of black leather boots up to her knees which conceal her knife and a dress that flows down to the floor though is very slim fitting.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 3:07 pm
Mortis  Username:Kisetsu No Ai Character Name: Mortis Kingdom: Used to be a member of both Patience and Wrath, loyalty lies with Prudence now, thought she does not belong to the kingdom Occupation/Class: Warrior Age: 270 Species: Fallen Gender: Female Sex: straight Bio: Even among the kingdoms of the good warriors are needed to protect those that need protecting. Mortis did not always go by that name. There was once a time where she was an Angel protecting the side of good, a member of the kingdom of Patience. But as with many people, war changed her. Anger grew inside of her, slowly consuming her until she snapped. In a fit of rage, she began killing everything around her, both friend and foe. Several fell to her blade until she was finally subdued. No matter how much she protested, they darkness was in her, the rage was part of her. Tears in their eyes, the elders ripped her wings from her, and banished her from the kingdom. Numb, she spent years wandering the land, until she finally went to the kingdom of Wrath, who took her in after hearing her story. Weapons: Spear Powers: None. Other: There are two scars on her back from where her wings were ripped off.
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