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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:10 am
Name:: Age:: Race:: Picture::  Weapon:: Personality(optional):: Background/History:: (posting soon)
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 10:20 am
Gwnwyvear's Characters
[N]ame: Kytranae Xarran
[A]ge: 50
[R]ace Drow
[P]icture: Kytranae
[W]eapons:
> The Glaive:
Forged by the finest metals, this deadly weapon is finished with an exquisitely ornate blade. An enchantment has been placed upon it so the wielder may 'steal' the life energy of an opponent, however it can easily be negated.
>> The Short Swords:
Crafted specifically for her, these blades are black rimmed in an eerie blood-red gem. Somehow the edge remains sharp.
ELGHINN and Z'RESS are her sword names.
>>> The Long Bow
Unlike most of her kind, Kytranae prefers the use of a bow to that of a crossbow. The wood itself is Yew and is rather plain all in all. The only decoration would be the slash at the grip, stained in red.
The unique enchantment placed on her quiver allows it to never run out of arrows.
pecial abilities: Like all Drow, she is able to summon forth a globe of darkness which no species can peer through. It lasts until the caster dismisses it or can no longer continue the spell.
Infravision: She can see the heat of others and further more, her vision is perfect in the dark however the light is of no problem either. She also is an expert tracker.
Her only other specific power is Spell Song which is basically casting spells through song.
io:
The house of Xarran once was noble before it fell. Fear of its quick ascension to power destroyed it but the tale must begin before the end.
Kytranae was raised under a harsh and cruel hand and was in constant competition with her siblings. However it was soon obvious who was the better of the three. For a time there was uncertain peace between her and her sisters but it was more like the water was boiling and waiting to spill. It did soon enough. Kytranae was subject to more then verbal assault, life-threatening spells were cast and poisons were added. A war for more then respect began, it was a war for dominance.
It was when she was 20 that Kyranae had decided she had had enough and was planning to leave for good. But by that time her family was rising to power and more pressing matters had to be taken care of. Another year passed in the confines of loathing and uncomfort.
It was only pure stubbornness and determination which saved Kyranae's life. The battles were beginning against House Xarran and the youngest daughter found herself more involved in them then she liked. It wasn't honor to her family which forced her to fight because she would rather have nothing to do with them, it was her pride that was tested. Growing up, she was trained under the circumstances that if the wasn't able to then there would be punishment. It did not take long to see she had quite some talent and skill. And so that last battle, the one which nearly cost her her life, left a scar upon her mentally. It was after this which Kytranae left.
Life on the surface world was really quite different. She was shunned because of her race, which was a stereotypical thought all Drow were evil. Not only that but her eyes had to adjust to the light which was a painful experience. She roamed for awhile, always aware of the distrustful glances cast her way. To her, at the time, the surface seemed no different then her previous home.
But then she encountered Myran, a young travelling mage who was being bombarded with a group of bandits. Kytranae came to her rescue and their friendship was fast forged. The two journeyed together and made some what of a home in the Pearle Kingdom. During this time, her own home, the House of Xarran had been destroyed and Kytranae was now an exile.
Class: Warrior
Name: Myran Shale
Age: 17
Race: Half Elf
Picture: Myran
Weapons:
> The Staff: Being a mage, Myran really only has one weapon that she can properly wield. It is a silver staff, plain and simple, with its only elaborate show as a crystal molded with its base.
Special abilities: She is learning the arcane arts but has previously been taught the ways of summoning and is adept at it. As to what she summons....you'll see.
Bio: Myran has had a rather uninteresting life up until the point when she was seven. But first off lets begin with her family. Her mother was Elven whom fell in love with a human and thus produced Myran. Her father died of illness when she was only three, and only faint recollections of him are her only idea of who he was. Enwrapped in grief, her mother was unable to raise her and Myran was passed along to a kind old lady.
The years went by painfully slow.
At the age of seven, Myran encountered a strange man. He was garbed in exotic clothing and carried himself with an aura of power. She was in awe. It came that he was a wizard and was looking for an apprentice but as to why, Myran would find out quite some time later. For some reason he chose her, and more questions were raised in the back of her head. Only Grandma, for that was what she called her 'mother' knew the answer but refused to reply. Off Myran went to learn the ways of magic.
He had wanted to pass on his secrets and knowledge, that was his reasoning, before he died. Apparently he was sick, how coincedental for her father died ill as well, but he would not say from what. As he trained her, Myran could really see he was sick. As the years went by again, his face aged rapidly and his body began to deteriorate. Myran understood then...he had been cursed.
When he died, suddenly and peacefully in his sleep thank God, Myran set off on her own feeling more alone then ever, and rather unwanted. And she felt guilty.
Her encounter with a group of bandits stirred her out of her thoughts enough to feel more then scared. All her lessons the man had taught her fled. Myran stood terrified as they advanced and was saved by a strange woman who wielded death expertly. Both misfits to a world that seemed uncaring, they became friends easily and made a home in the Pearle Kingdom.
Class: Mage
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 8:01 am
Name: Ronan
Age: Unknown, presumed to be around 250 years old
Race: Half-Elf
Picture: (I don't have a picture so i'll just describe his appearance) Ronan is tall and dark skinned with the long hair characteristic of his race. He has a red tatoo in the shape of a cross on his right hand, and a holy circle on his left. He wears black leather boots with matching pants. He also wears a red shirt with another cross, this one black, etched into the back of it. He also has a short cloak he wears over his back. He also has two Twin Swords strapped to his body. One is strapped across the back of his waist, and the other is slanted sideways on his back so that the hilt comes up above the right shoulder. He carries his bow usually slung across his shoulder with his quiver on the opposite side of the sword.
Weapons: Twin Swords, Bow and arrows, assorted hidden daggers.
Special Abilities: He has the ability to use all magic to some degree, but he mainly specializes in Fire magic.
Bio: Ronan has been wandering the land for many centuries. At one point in time he knew who he was, and his origin's, but those are now forgotten. All he remembers are a few bits and pieces of his childhood, and a vision of a waterfall in a peaceful looking forest. He can not recall most of his past clearly, and therefore does not usually stay in one place to long for he is always searching for clues to his past. He has become a mercenary of some reknown, and will take a job from the highest bidder, although he usually has some standards as too what jobs he takes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:01 pm
N ame: Nevaeha
A ge: 60
R ace: Elementalist
P icture: Nevaeha
W eapons:
- Long bow; encrypted with dazzling jewels.
- Daggers; two simple bladed
S pecial abilities:
- Manipulation over the elements to an extent. (i.e freezing water, flames, increase wind, lightning etc.)
- The creation of magical substances; potions and the whatnot, her alchemic skill.
- Accuracy
- Flexibility
- Night sight.
B io:
Nevaeha was the only child in her family, was, meaning that her parents are now dead. The art of alchemy was taught to her by an old family friend who also took the orphaned child in. Rae was an infamous alchemist, but being only human and late in her years, she did not have long to live either. Once her death happened, Nevaeha was able to take care of herself.
Wandering became a lifestyle then...
Because of her splendid talents in alchemy, Nevaeha was taken captive and was forced to use her abilities for evil.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 7:02 pm
Name: Kanashi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Empire/Status: Prince of Houka
Race: Half Demon (unbenounced to all)
Picture: 
Eyes: Purple; a mix between his father's blue human form eyes and his red demon form eyes.
Weapons: Numerous swords, shuriken, and bangles
Special abilities: Uses the power of the moon through the bangles that hang from his wrists.
Bio: Kanashi was originally the son of the left hand man of the demon lord and was born into the Pearle Kingdom. Due to mysterious powers that he sprouted when he was six, he was taken from his mother and cast into the vast ocean in hope of death. However, he was found by a member of the Houkan Empire where he was trained to fight. After undergoing extreme training and becoming a beyond exceptional fighter, he was adopted into the royal family with the pretense that he would be a magnificent asset to the Empire.~ * ~ Name: Yamishiro
Age: Appears to be 26
Gender: Male
Status: Demon Lord's left hand man (bound to be evil)
Race: Demon
Picture: Available in the character information thread
Demon Form:
His hair turns an unsettling shade of black and his eyes fade into a fiery red. Fangs appear, demonic wings sprout from his back, and strange glowing markings grapevine over his body in rivers of red.
Weapons: His abilities and anything he can get his hands on (he is most commonly found with a bow)
Special Abilities: The power of blue darkness, speed, and certain telepathical attributes.
Bio: Not much is know about this illusive demon. He is extremely powerful to have risen to the demon lord's side, but he does not push his weight around unless absolutely necessary. He is unusually calm and reserved, but it would be unwise to start a quarrel against him. He is said to have passed some of his powers onto a succesor, but said child has gone missing and is thought to be a tall tale.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 7:12 pm
Name: Kiana Age: 127 race: Human with Spirit sealed inside. (Reson for long life span.) Picture:  Weapons:Katana; hidden daggers; shuriken; exploding powder; poison darts special abilities: Shadow magic; minor fire magic Bio: Born Domachi to a merchant family, she discovered early on that there was something different about her. When she reached 11 years of age, her parents told her about the 'family secret'. (Which really wasn't a family secret at all, she later found out, but her family attempting to hide the fact that they had bought the services of a local hedge witch to attempt to call a powerful spirit to aid Kiana. In reality, the hedge witch fumbled the spell and sealed the spirit inside her. (The reason her parents had this performed was that they wanted to attempt to take over Domachi.)) At age 37, her parents were killed in a rebellion attempt and she was left to do as she wished.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:04 pm
L a b a ' s C h a r a c t e r [ s ]/ /
N a m e : Kayl. [Last name unknown]
A g e : Twenty-four.
R a c e : Supernatural being.
P i c t u r e : 
Small Description;
Kayl is a tiny lady standing at 5'1" and weighing a light 87lbs. Her long hair is damaged and hacked. Her eyes are an odd shade of aqua and bright green, her pupils triangles instead of the mundane circles. Her body worn with scars. Kayl usually wears a oversize dark gray tunic, torn trousers, and simple leather boots. Her nose is sprinkled with dark freckles, and a distinct mole below her right eye.
P e r s o n a l i t y : Kayl is very quiet. Whenever she does speak, it comes out sounding as a cold reply. She is very open-minded, and isn't afraid of speaking her mind. She is willing to give her opinion, that is if she feels she needs to.
W e a p o n s : Her knife; Ebony handle/shealth, golden marks are carved into the handle.
S p e c i a l a b i l i t i e s : Gift of Foresight; She is able to see into the near future as she wills, except for the occassions when she recieves a vision. She uses this trait for an advantage during any given situation. Sometimes her dreams is a full length vision of another person or she watches them.*
[*Such as a live videocamera.]
B i o : Kayl once had a nice life. In her younger years, she lived with her mother and her brother Harper on a small farm. They owned two milking cows, a mule, and a dog, Burtell. The family grew vegetables in a small 15X15 square of a fenced in garden. It was a nice arrangement, until her mother met a man, to which Kayl chooses not to remember his name. He seemed to be a nice man; Charming, sweet, and sensible. Kayl's mother fell hard for this man, and Kayl liked him. Until the night he forced her into sex when she was just thirteen. It torn her apart, and after a few months of the abuse she completely stopped talking.
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It continued for almost a year until Kayl left one day. She didn't tell anyone, just woke up one morning, dressed, and walked away from their humble cottage. She didn't know where she was going, or what was going to happen to her. Until that night, when she settled high up in a tree to sleep for the night, her very first vision came to her;
A elderly woman stood over me, holding a walking stick and carrying a napsack. She wore strang clothing, and her hair was a mess of frizzy light gray and white tied into a bun. Her eyes were a soft brown and her smile was welcoming. Her mouth moved and she said "Child, what are you doing out here by yourself? You can be no older than fifteen."
Her voice was sweet sounding, and her hand outstretch and touched my cheek. I flinched at first, but then I relaxed after she said "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
She thought it was a strange occurance, and shrugged it off. But as the days past by, soon enough, she found herself staring up at the familar face of the elderly woman that touched her cheek. Her name was Eda, and she had taken a walk into the forest and happen upon Kayl resting against a tree. Eda had taken Kayl under her wing, allowing the young girl to live with her working and helping around the house.
[Eh, bedtime again >.>]
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 1:14 pm
Name: Nefen Bloodaxe
Age: 25
Race: Half-demon
Picture: Minus the ponytail.
Weapons: A "buster" sword: great in width, average in length, and heavy in weight. It has a plain reddish hilt.
Special abilities: In human form, he has above average strength (due to wielding the sword he carries), but nothing to be jealous of. However, in demon form, his strength is monstrous. No weapon is needed then. However, he has less control and discretion in demon form, so he can be dangerous. He doesn't turn to this form often, because his human form can get the job done.
Bio: Left on the streets by his family (his berserker-like demon form caused him to be disowned) at the age of 12 after his powers were discovered, he grew to know the meaning of loneliness, mentally blocking any memory of his family. He never understood his demon roots, for he wasn't surrounded by any. He has bounced from home to home of kind strangers until he was able to carry on on his own. Since he was 16 (and to the present day), Nefen took many odd jobs, mainly as a mercenary, bodyguard, or fighter.
Basic personality: Nefen has formed the habit of being flirtatiously manipulative. It most likely stems from his inner loneliness. He can make women melt into puddles and easily have his way with them. He's an outspoken, seemingly easygoing person. He also seems calm, confident, and somewhat unassuming to those around him. He doesn't have a short temper, so it takes a lot for him to get angry, and when he does, that's when the demon comes in. Inwardly, Nefen is uncaring, shows no loyalty to anyone, and does as he pleases (this is limited when he's on the job), no matter who says otherwise.
As a demon: Nefen's hair changes color to a deep black and his eyes become pupil-less. His skin grows red, bubbling scales, covering his entire body. His temperature shoots up, but he never feels it. His teeth grow longer. Although his overall body size stays the same, he is much stronger in this form. Nevertheless, horrendously grotesque to look at.
((Acceptable? O_o))
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 3:41 pm
Name: Skava Trisdor
Age: 15
Race: Human
Picture: Skava.
Weapons: An enchanted chain-whip that extends six feet in front of her.
Special abilities: Enchantment and Illusion.
Bio: Skava grew up being carelessly tortured and abused by her family.The last time she was tortured left her paralyzed from the hips down. Despite that young age, she remembered everything clearly. She managed to escape when she was five, via a servant who defended her and cared for her. She vowed to get eventually get revenge for her pain. In the mean time, she used the time to master two forms of magic, Enchantment and Illusion with a kind old man who had taken her (from the servant) in until she was 15 (when he died of old age). The Enchantment was mainly used for the chain-whip she picked up, since the wheelchair the man had put her in restricted her in many ways. But despite this, Skava has never regarded herself as weak. In the midst of her training, her fast learning and quickly developing skills were noticed by the Pearle higher officials. It was also at this time when Skava took back the last name Trisdor, wanting to use it to be noticed by the merchant Trisdor family, the family who had destroyed her life. So then Skava was hired. She has yet to see the Trisdors.
Basic Personality: Usually grumpy, emotionless, and hard-headed, Skava can be hard to get along with. She has a very hard time trusting people, even with the people who had taken her in. Even so, she still has a sadness in her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 6:56 pm
Name: Seamus Walker Age: 21 race: Human Picture: Seamus WalkerWeapons: Claymore, dirk, and a sgian dubh special abilities: Runes and eyeless sight. The eyeless sight makes him able to see the flow of life energy in all directions. The only flaw to it is that he can't see objects with no life energy(ie. dead things). His eyes go completely white when he is using the eyeless sight. Bio: He never really knew his family, only that he was given to a wealthy blacksmith who couldn't father children. The man raised him like his own son though, and gave everything he could to the boy. Although most people would think he was spoiled, he never demanded for things. Preferring to work for them instead. Even to the point where he paid for a tutor. Since he was always told to give himself options, the use of a tutor would open more doors for him. But he didn't expect what the tutor wanted to teach him. The classic phrase 'buyers beware' came into play. Instead of being taught scholarly things like mathematics and literature. He was instead taught how to fight and use runes. Surprising both himself and his tutor, he became well adept in both arts. Thriving in the use of various weapons and the handy uses of runes, his tutor praised him often and greatly.... That is, when his tutor wasn't feeling the affects of a prank. His tutor then aroused his curiousity and question his father on the history of his family. His tutor and himself learned that he came from a great line of warriors. One that is well known for bringing forth people who often turned the tide of war. With both the Pearle Kingdom and the Houka Empire demanding their help alegiance(sp?), the family dissappeared... That is, until now. His tutor quickly saw why he was so adept at fighting and runes, and saw fit to teach him a trait his family had. The eyeless sight. The ability to see your enemy's energy flow and be able to predict their opponent's next move. With his knowledge of runes, he was able to master the eyeless sight quite quickly. His tutor then admitted that he now knew more then his tutor and was now charged with going forth through the lands to master his own fighting skills. And so, according to his tutor's wish, he went forth from his home. To search out the lands and perfect himself and his skills.
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 12:39 pm
Though I walk through the valley of darkness...
Name:Ellianthe
Position:
Age: 26
Species: Harpy (A Demon Angel Hybrid)
Weaknesses: Sunlight, Fire
Powers: She can fly and control her enemies through any kind of music. She often carries a small, engraved silver flute on a fine chain around her neck for emergencies. Her power through music is even more unique than normal, since technically, its an angelic power.
Strengths: The night is her element, her powers increase exponentially during the night, but especially during the full moon.
Personality: Ellianthe is a dark and mysterious figure, Her cynical nature and morbid sense of humor often drive people away more than attract them. This harpy is a loner, she often avoids civilization and is often acquard around people she doesn't know. Many people shun her for her parentage, this has caused a sort of self-defensive hate for humanity to cultivate, and prosper over the years.
Armor/dress description: Stiff leather armor, under loose fitting dark clothes, and a hooded black cloak, cinched at the throat with a crescent shaped saphire. She wears Studded leather guantlets, and steel bracers.
The pentacle pendament around her neck was her mothers, who was a demon of the highest order, and her sash belonged to her angelic father who is still alive as far as she knows. knee high leather boots not only provide protection, but warmth, and freedom of movement, the metal ankle protectors are not for show, they can be used as a weapon should all else fail. Her thick belt is loose, and usually hangs at a diaganal angle, accentuating her hips, it is harpy made of course. The ring on her right pointer finger bears her seal, a skull with six wings.
Quote: "Never fear the demons of your nightmares... The ones in reality, they're far worse."
Allignment: chaotic neutral, although Ellianthe is technically a dark harpy, and not the friendliest sort.
Enemies: None yet
Friends: None yet
Homeland: She's from a land across many oceans, undiscovered as of yet.
Weapons: A long, wickedly sharp, curved sabre with a winged skull inscribed on the crossguard, runes in an ancient language climb the length of the blade which is chained to the silver bracer on her wrist. The worn black leather scabbard is emblazoned with the words 'eternal night.'
Picture:
Ingore the male
Eye color Violet
Hair color black
description/history:
It has been said that harpies appeared on this earth around the same time as the first humans, although many view these ideas as blasphemy.
A Harpy is a demon-angel hybrid, they carry traits from both parents, but most take on the looks of their angelic lineage, Despite the stariotype the look of a harpy does not dictate its allignment. While almost all angels are pure, and most demons are evil, Harpys inherit the traits of both, giving them mostly human emotions. Ellianthe herself is actually not very old for a harpy, Harpy's age normally until they reach their mid twenties, then their bodies are preserved until death. Almost all Harpies have some sort of unique power, there is hardly ever a harpy with the same power as another. Most of them are granted some sort of demonic power pertaining to the demonic parentage, although that doesn't neccesarily mean they use their powers for evil, or even at all, most people would kill a harpy on the spot. Alot of harpies have wings, Ellianthe is one of them, Although she is unique in her rare ability to fly, most harpies wings aren't large enough to carry their bodies in flight. Ellianthe mostly binds her wings in a comfortable harness on her back, so she can pass through highly populated areas without notice, and so that her wings wouldn't become a high risk factor during a pitched battle. Her Harpy sword is chained to her wrist at most times as a symbol of her dedication to herself, and the people she protected. Most of the harpies live on a desolate island far off the mainland, and mostly forgotten, but Ellianthe just couldn't live the life she really wanted in such a confined protected area, thus she ventured forth into the world of man. She hasn't lived here for more than a few years, but she is already deeply involved in her new life.
Ellianthe has short hair, with two long strips hanging down, to accentuate her slender nose and almond shaped eyes.
Despite her efforts to blend into the crowd, it pretty impossible because of her unique looks, and the odd dress of her homeland she refuses to abandon. Her skin is a creamy ivory, and her violet eyes are set off by her dark hair, and pale skin. She wears loose, dark clothing, along with a long crimson, and silver sash emblazoned with the brightest star in the universe, the sun. Harpies admire the goddess Lycra for her beauty and Mystic, though they do not worship her, Their god is Lumos, and Harpies are one of the few races who know the stunning truth of the relationship between the two celestial beings. Ellianthe admires Lycra too, although the light from her star is death for the unwary harpy.
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