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Name: Alvin Mark
Age: 22-ish
Gender: Female
Weapon: She doesn't like violence... but when it's necessary, she prefers a spear. Sometimes she also carries a small dagger.
Occupation: Alvin works as an assistant to a scholar, doing various jobs on demand. These typically include record upkeep or delivering messages, but sometimes are as large as serving as an ambassador or writing original manuscripts.
Picture: (click here)
Character History: (I haven't really thought this through yet >_> I'll probably edit it later. May also have to be changed to comply with the Herd's story and whatnot...Sorry for the length, also. I'm... a perfectionist.)

Alvin was born to a family prominent in her clan-- members of what you might call the 'upper class'. Her father was a strong and esteemed warrior (it was from him that she took her name-- he was a proud centaur, and, despite the sex of his firstborn, he insisted on her having it). And although her mother gave every effort to raise Alvin to be a proper, dignified woman, the young centaur idolized her namesake and grew to love his rough, free-spirited, war-like nature.

But any figure who instills inspiration in so many will inevitably arouse envy in others. Alvin's haughty mother steadily grew more distant and irritable, and at least one friend of his began to show signs of resentment-- which, in his proud, magnanimous way, he failed to detect. However, they did not escape his wary daughter. Now approaching her 16th year, Alvin had grown into a pretty (if still tomboyish) centaur. Well-educated in her clan's history and customs and having spent many dinners watching the diplomatic exchanges of the elite, she was also clever. She noticed the growing distance in her mother and often confronted her for it, but was met with only denial and reproaches.

And, well, suddenly her father was dead. The story was that he had been accidentally killed, probably by a hunting party-- he was found by his friend bleeding and cold, an arrow through his heart. Alvin was devastated. It appeared that everyone else was also, until-- a mere two days after receiving the news-- her mother coldly informed her that she intended to marry the traitorous friend. Marry!? Alvin's grief swiftly turned to anger.

The subsequent argument needed no words. Alvin disowned her mother, her way of life, her very clan-- and fled. She found a new home in another, smaller clan (before all were united under Earthweaver) and, using the intelligence and poise she had been taught, was easily able to make a living for herself. Now, after some six years of learning and adjusting, Alvin leads a comfortable (if secluded) life.

She is known as being a hard worker, with a dignified demeanor and a conflictingly wild appearance. In memory of her father she tries to maintain a free, noble, and kind spirit; but from her mother she inherits stubbornness and aloofness. Although she is polite and friendly, Alvin is still something of an enigma; she refers to her past as if it had never happened, and is continually focusing on the future.

Name: Zepheros ( Zeff-er-aus )
Age: 852
Gender: Male Centaur
Weapon: Hell-forged Trident, Dual Flameberges, Assassin Claws
Occupation: Warrior, Counselor, Leader
Character History: Zepheros is a well aged Centaur who's history is a mystery to most. How he got his looks are a result of his journey to hell, where he spent a good deal of his life learning the hardships of life. He also learned how to become an extremely competant fighter, making a name for himself amongst the most demented and evilest creatures to ever exist.

His looks and deep demonic voice may be frightening to most, but Zepheros is a very passive Centaur. He is very prideful with who he is and values respect and trust over anything. He is willing to help out any fellow Centaur in need, but when it comes to other races, he isn't so forgiving. Imps are said to have bad blood with Zepheros and it shows everytime they are brought up. He is very hostile with these flying vermin.

He is a warrior, a leader and will stop at no cost to protect his race. He is currently amongst the Earthweaver Herd, a very prominent clan of Centaurs that are looking to become well known in the world. And this is where he continues...

Name: Razor
Age: Middle years (30's)
Gender: Female
Weapon:Hoofs/sharp pointy objects
occupation: Mage/Thief/Scoundrel
Picture: Avatar
History: TBA, She's a loner and a wander. Quite sort, minds her own business.

Name: Pacifice
Age: 27 in human years
Gender: female
Weapon: Sword/shield
Occupation: Iron Back
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Character History: Pacifice was born into a small tribe of outcasts. Her mother, a human, died in child birth. Her father, and the rest of the troop were killed by amazons in a raid when she was 7. Pacifice hid during the battle. in the aftermath the amazons found her, and took pitty on her. They kept her as a sort of pet. They severly beat her, and starved her. They treated her as a slave, but at the same time she was taught to fight, and fend for herself. They never trusted her. They always locked her up in chains at night. Pacifice swore if she chould ever get loose she would cut all thier throats in the night. Pacifice had horrible sores above her front hooves where they chained her. She got them every now, and then. It all depended on who chained her. This night they were especially bad. The woman who chained her was always nice, but kept her distance. The woman put the shackles on very loose...to loose. As soon as the camp was quit that night Pacifice took of the chains, and cut everybodys throat.
Weeks later Pacifice found a large herd of centaurs. They agreed to let her join them. When they asked how long she had been held captive..she said it was 8 years.

Screen Name: The Flaming Pony of Death
Character Name: Kypriotha, but she goes by Flame.
Age: 180 [rather young for a centaur, don't you think?] 18 in human years, though.
Gender: Female
Weapon: Dagger. Or bow and arrow.
Occupation: Necromantess. [Spirit Medium, but is a decent ranger.] Also, she likes gardening and writing as a hobby.
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Regular outfit:

Character History: Flame is a young centaur, originated from an old family. She learnt the ways of necromancy early. She joined the Earthweaver herd after leaving her home to study new arts. She is a quiet person, but only sometimes. However, she is usually loud and random and happy. She is a Scholar, traveling to learn and expand the knowledge of the Herd and also for her personal necrotic purposes. Flame travels to the Council's small metropolis often, usually for no reason at all. If she does have a reason, though, it is to visit the library there. She is neutral... but was always tipped a little to the dark side.

*dundunDUNNNNN*

Name: Khazz [kaz]
Age: 19 in human years
Gender: Male
Weapon: Crossbow, small dagger, horns
Occupation: Adventurer/warrior for hire
Picture: avatar
Temperament: Witty and brash; complete with youthful arrogance
Character History:
Khazz cannot remember his old herd, his parents or how he obtained the scar on his cheek and arms. His lack of knowing about his past often works him up and thus he covers his scars with bandanas and gauze, to hide the sight of the past he doesn't know. He has been a wanderer for as long as he can remember, though. Always willing to take odd jobs that come his way for money of food, he seems to have a knack for surviving hard times. Taking these jobs have also helped somewhat, as he has learned to effectively fight with a variety of weapons he could get his hands on. Recently, he has taken up the job of warrior for hire, and quickly learned that he was good at it, becoming a bit arrogant in the process. He has also become quite the lady chaser.

Name: Anghared Starwing
Age: 139
Gender: Female
Weapon: Hooves, wings, spear or sword. Magic if desperate
Occupation: Mercenary Lieutenant
Picture: avatar for now. Art to come XD
Temperament: Vain, and arrogant, tempered by undying loyalty and attempts to hide her kind heart
Character History: When she was old enough to travel on her own, she decided that she wanted to see the whole world. But, she was attacked by orcs, and barely escaped with her life. The merc captain who found her as he was returning to his unit decided that she would be a useful addition to his crew. So he had her patched up, and took her in. Now, she is his lieutenant, and takes pride in being in a company that chooses the 'right' side of the wars she wins for people.