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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 4:02 pm
New Character
Avatar: Velkyn Faer
Name: Riles Ravon
Race: Illian
Nickname: none
Age: don't ask...
Priorities: 1/3/6
Weapon(s): longsword and crossbow
Description: Riles stands at only 5' 4" but carries himself as if he were the size of an Ogier. He normally wears a grey tunic and brown breeches, and has his longsword strapped on his left hip, within easy reach. His crossbow hangs from the opposite hip, and his quiver of bolts rides low on his back. A ashen grey cloak covers him almost always, usually with the cowl up. His hair and eyes are brown, and the eyes are dull, almost as if he were dead. They only alight when he is in battle.
History: Riles was born in Illian in a small village. His life was that of any farmboy, though he had a love for books and history. Whenever the gleeman came to town, he was one of the first to see him and would never leave his side. Riles has a bit of a skewed sense of priorities, but he is a noble man.
Something always made him stand out, make him feel different. He had few friends, and even they were afraid of him. Wierd things always happened around Riles, unexplainable things. A bucket flipping over without anyone touching it, a bale of hay floating a hand above the ground, or a local guard's helmet flying off without any apparent reason.
After years of the fearful gazes, the eyes following him, the rumors, Riles, age nineteen left. No note to his parents, no word, he disappeared.
For years he traveled, fending for himself, fighting off wolves, and finally buying a sword after his stick kept breaking. His muscles honed after all the time in the wilds, and he soon knew his destination, the one place he would feel accepted, a 'freak among freaks' as it were. Tar Valon.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:24 pm
New Character
Avatar: nooblett
Name: Rolan Pancar
Race: Seanchan
Nickname: none
Age: 21
Priorities: Wolf-brother, warder, can channel
Weapon(s): two curved blades
Description: Rolan stands just under six feet tall and walks like he is used to being listened to. He has jet black hair and matching eyes that seem to take on a reddish tint when he is inin battle. His eyes have a gard look, like stone. His curved nose leads to a set looking mouth. His cheek bones are visible but not very prominent. Rolan always wears a vlack coat with tiny red beads that line the arms. He says every bead represents one kill. Under his coat, he wears a dark brown shirt. His breeches are black and the legs are also lined with beads. Holan's boots come up to his mid-dhins, when he wears them. He says that he can run faster, move quicker, and sometimes even make better choices when he is touching the ground. He has two slightly curved blades with ancient runes carved into them. The blades are about three and a half feet long, including the hilt. These dangerous looking blades are located in sheaths that criss-crosss on his back.
History: Rolan was born and raised Seanchan, on Falme. He was always taught that unless you were a damane, channeling was considered evil. the few "friends" that Rolan had, always seemed to want to avoid him. But, then, strange, unexpected things were happening all around him: wells drying up, river flooding, even things like a rock seeming to come from the sky and hit one of Rolan's enemies on the head. More and more things started to happen and the people in his villae were scared, they said it was the "Tar Valon Witches" trying to avenge their lost "Aes Sedai". Then, the things started to happen closer and closer to Rolan, and sometimes would only happen if he was around. People noticed this and threatened to chain him up, or worse. Even his parents ceased to love him. But, Rolan had enough of it, he was going to leave. He headed East through Andor, and planned to go to the Aile Waste, to leave everything behind, and live off the land. On his way through a rather large forest, Rolan met a very strange man, with golden eyes, they looked almost like a wolf's eyes. The man didn't seem suprised that Rolan turned up on his campsite, he just hand Rolan some food. Rolan was studying the man when he said, "My friends say that you can speak to wolves." Rolan wrenched his eyes away from the man quickly and reluctantly said, "Well, I guess there were always wolves in the forest were I hunted. They seemed to come right up next to me and let me feel their warm fur, one time, they even saved me from a bear when i was knocked unconcious with a rock."After that, Rolan started to have strange dreams about wolves. And, despite the facts, Rolan denied to himself about having any relations to any wolves. Again he headed East and this time, he didn't run into any strange men, but he caught his first glimpse of the White Tower. Half of him wanted to run away, but the other half wanted to keep going, and climb to the top of the tower and just look out on the land below. Awestruck, he almost walked through the gates of the city without knowing it. Rolan let the crowd sweep him toward some unknown destination. He soon realized that he was being pulled to the White Tower. He welcomed the flow of the crowd, just as he welcomed the flow of his destiny.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:32 pm
Why does the avatar name nooblett scare me?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 4:23 pm
nooblett: did you get your rank from Azalea?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 7:11 pm
Mercuryangel nooblett: did you get your rank from Azalea? Yush, he did.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:56 pm
Mercuryangel nooblett: did you get your rank from Azalea? Why?
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 4:13 pm
LOL, I was just checking. Didn't want Az to have to remind the rest of the new members to do that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 7:41 pm
New Character
Avatar: NynaeveSilverwind
Name: Nynaeve Silverwind
Race: Andoran
Nickname: Nina
Age: 25
Priorities: 1/4/6
Weapon(s): She carries a graceful white and silver staff, with a weak angreal set like a flawless gem in the tip.
Description: Of the Blue Ajah, Nynaeve wears only the color of her chosen sisters, although it is rare to see her with a shawl even outside the Tower. She is very petite, coming only to the chest of a man of medium stature, and lightboned. Her skin is as pale as winter china, and her dark hair is unbound and flows gracefully down her back. Her countenance accentuates her flawless beauty, and the serenity of the Aes Sedai compliments her relaxed nature. This is not to say that she is meek, for she has a fierce temper and a sharp wit, although these are balanced by her love of laughter and ease.
History: Nynaeve was raised on a farm, but her village was ransacked by trollocs when she was a young girl and she fled with her infant sister, eventually finding her way to Baerlon. From there, she fled to Caemelyn, forever fearing that those who controlled the trollocs would discover that two had escaped their grasp. She was in the city during Queen Elayne's ascent to the throne, and she gradually became more relaxed as the years passed, and no sign of the trollocs came.
She had been in the city for several years when a man, a drunk from one of the taverns, assaulted her. She never quite knew how it happened, but one minute he was pawing at her skirt, then he was hobbling away clutching his left buttock. She was, of course, terrified, but a beautiful lady stepped out of a nearby doorway and explained to her what she had done. The next day, she made arrangements for her sister to live with a kindly woman who had lost both her children over the years, one to war and one to sickness, and left without a backwards glance. She was fifteen.
After almost ten years of hard work and harder lessons, she has become Aes Sedai, a sister of the Blue Ajah. She has never told anyone of her past, not even Anya Sedai, the Yellow who first brought her to the Tower, but she has other secrets. Over the years, Nynaeve has honed an ability to read people, one that she discovered as a child but learned to keep secret, as her predictions and insights often caused suspicion and anger to be levelled at her family. She has also become a collector of rare items, and has amassed a collection of rare treasures, ter angreal, and even an angreal which she has kept secret from even her most trusted friends within the Tower.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 8:11 pm
nooblett New CharacterAvatar: nooblett
Name: Rolan Pancar
Race: Seanchan
Nickname: none
Age: 21
Priorities: Wolf-brother, warder, can channel
Weapon(s): two curved blades
Description: Rolan stands just under six feet tall and walks like he is used to being listened to. He has jet black hair and matching eyes that seem to take on a reddish tint when he is inin battle. His eyes have a gard look, like stone. His curved nose leads to a set looking mouth. His cheek bones are visible but not very prominent. Rolan always wears a vlack coat with tiny red beads that line the arms. He says every bead represents one kill. Under his coat, he wears a dark brown shirt. His breeches are black and the legs are also lined with beads. Holan's boots come up to his mid-dhins, when he wears them. He says that he can run faster, move quicker, and sometimes even make better choices when he is touching the ground. He has two slightly curved blades with ancient runes carved into them. The blades are about three and a half feet long, including the hilt. These dangerous looking blades are located in sheaths that criss-crosss on his back.
History: Rolan was born and raised Seanchan, on Falme. He was always taught that unless you were a damane, channeling was considered evil. the few "friends" that Rolan had, always seemed to want to avoid him. But, then, strange, unexpected things were happening all around him: wells drying up, river flooding, even things like a rock seeming to come from the sky and hit one of Rolan's enemies on the head. More and more things started to happen and the people in his villae were scared, they said it was the "Tar Valon Witches" trying to avenge their lost "Aes Sedai". Then, the things started to happen closer and closer to Rolan, and sometimes would only happen if he was around. People noticed this and threatened to chain him up, or worse. Even his parents ceased to love him. But, Rolan had enough of it, he was going to leave. He headed East through Andor, and planned to go to the Aile Waste, to leave everything behind, and live off the land. On his way through a rather large forest, Rolan met a very strange man, with golden eyes, they looked almost like a wolf's eyes. The man didn't seem suprised that Rolan turned up on his campsite, he just hand Rolan some food. Rolan was studying the man when he said, "My friends say that you can speak to wolves." Rolan wrenched his eyes away from the man quickly and reluctantly said, "Well, I guess there were always wolves in the forest were I hunted. They seemed to come right up next to me and let me feel their warm fur, one time, they even saved me from a bear when i was knocked unconcious with a rock."After that, Rolan started to have strange dreams about wolves. And, despite the facts, Rolan denied to himself about having any relations to any wolves. Again he headed East and this time, he didn't run into any strange men, but he caught his first glimpse of the White Tower. Half of him wanted to run away, but the other half wanted to keep going, and climb to the top of the tower and just look out on the land below. Awestruck, he almost walked through the gates of the city without knowing it. Rolan let the crowd sweep him toward some unknown destination. He soon realized that he was being pulled to the White Tower. He welcomed the flow of the crowd, just as he welcomed the flow of his destiny. was it ok? this is my first time in an actuall RP
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 2:52 am
nooblett nooblett New CharacterAvatar: nooblett
Name: Rolan Pancar
Race: Seanchan
Nickname: none
Age: 21
Priorities: Wolf-brother, warder, can channel
Weapon(s): two curved blades
Description: Rolan stands just under six feet tall and walks like he is used to being listened to. He has jet black hair and matching eyes that seem to take on a reddish tint when he is inin battle. His eyes have a gard look, like stone. His curved nose leads to a set looking mouth. His cheek bones are visible but not very prominent. Rolan always wears a vlack coat with tiny red beads that line the arms. He says every bead represents one kill. Under his coat, he wears a dark brown shirt. His breeches are black and the legs are also lined with beads. Holan's boots come up to his mid-dhins, when he wears them. He says that he can run faster, move quicker, and sometimes even make better choices when he is touching the ground. He has two slightly curved blades with ancient runes carved into them. The blades are about three and a half feet long, including the hilt. These dangerous looking blades are located in sheaths that criss-crosss on his back.
History: Rolan was born and raised Seanchan, on Falme. He was always taught that unless you were a damane, channeling was considered evil. the few "friends" that Rolan had, always seemed to want to avoid him. But, then, strange, unexpected things were happening all around him: wells drying up, river flooding, even things like a rock seeming to come from the sky and hit one of Rolan's enemies on the head. More and more things started to happen and the people in his villae were scared, they said it was the "Tar Valon Witches" trying to avenge their lost "Aes Sedai". Then, the things started to happen closer and closer to Rolan, and sometimes would only happen if he was around. People noticed this and threatened to chain him up, or worse. Even his parents ceased to love him. But, Rolan had enough of it, he was going to leave. He headed East through Andor, and planned to go to the Aile Waste, to leave everything behind, and live off the land. On his way through a rather large forest, Rolan met a very strange man, with golden eyes, they looked almost like a wolf's eyes. The man didn't seem suprised that Rolan turned up on his campsite, he just hand Rolan some food. Rolan was studying the man when he said, "My friends say that you can speak to wolves." Rolan wrenched his eyes away from the man quickly and reluctantly said, "Well, I guess there were always wolves in the forest were I hunted. They seemed to come right up next to me and let me feel their warm fur, one time, they even saved me from a bear when i was knocked unconcious with a rock."After that, Rolan started to have strange dreams about wolves. And, despite the facts, Rolan denied to himself about having any relations to any wolves. Again he headed East and this time, he didn't run into any strange men, but he caught his first glimpse of the White Tower. Half of him wanted to run away, but the other half wanted to keep going, and climb to the top of the tower and just look out on the land below. Awestruck, he almost walked through the gates of the city without knowing it. Rolan let the crowd sweep him toward some unknown destination. He soon realized that he was being pulled to the White Tower. He welcomed the flow of the crowd, just as he welcomed the flow of his destiny. was it ok? this is my first time in an actuall RP It was nice, Good Job. biggrin NynaeveSilverWind, welcome to the guild. smile
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 4:03 pm
Avatar: Gelid Brutality
Name: Ban "Five-Fingers"
Race: Carhien
Nickname: "Five-Fingers"
Age: 27
Priorities: 1, 4, 6 (Saidin, Rare Talent, Ter'Angreal)
Weapon(s): Whether by arrogance, confidence, or sheer audacity to his current employment, Ban Five-Fingers carries naught but a long, curved belt knife at his waist.
Ban is capable of using Saidin, though only in certain circumstances due to his block. He knows none of the common weaves for weapons or defense. He knows only the ones that he has been able to invent in his inexperience, nearly all of which are to aid him in his life as a cutpurse and bounty hunter. He shuns the title of assassin; wet jobs aren't his style.
The Ter'Angreal he possesses is a small bone-ivory ring that he wears on the fourth ring finger of his right hand. While wearing it, his hand can meld through any material whatsoever, and can solidify at any time desired, carrying whatever material he so desires into a melded or solid state. Thus, with proper concentration, Ban can reach into a purse, grab some loot, and remove it without even making a mark on the material. On the other hand, he can reach into an enemy's chest and crush their heart, which would be most fatal. This is the origin of his namesake, and he bears the title like a badge.
Description: The best word to describe Ban Five-Fingers, and perhaps the only, is average. None of his features are memorable in the least, from his brownish hair to his facial stubble, his plain features, and his brownish-green eyes. He is pale, like most Carhienen, and slight of built and stature. He is garbed in simple cotton trousers and a white linen button up shirt which is covered in an array of grease-marks. A tattered wool suit jacket cut in Cairhienen style covers the white shirt, and his feet are adorned in simple cloth slippers with whale-hide padding for swift and easy movement. A suede beret always covers his hair and hides his eyes. The bone ring on his right hand is not noticable in the least, much akin to thousands of rings just like it in the city.
History: Ban's history is of no consequence. His name has a bit of a reputation amongst high-bidding employers, but otherwise, he makes it his business to keep as low a profile as possible. He earns more then enough in theft, and has quite the bank account due to his bounty collections. Ban has no friends, and has no interest in making any. He has his enemies, he has the City Watch, he has his victims, he has his employers, and he has a plethera of tavern wenches to keep his attention on. Ban is not fool enough to fall in love. Despite his best efforts at staying out of the eyes of others, rumors have began to flow of a thief who steals without cutting purse, with naught but a sweep of his five fingers. Rumors evolve into hearsay, hearsay into tales, tales into legend. Stories of "Five-Fingers" robbing the royal palace blind, stealing the very mustache hairs of the Steward from beneathe his nose, and capturing the tears of a princess in a bottle. Ban has heard these stories a dozen times over in hundreds of taverns across the city, and he has even begun to hear his first name spoken as well. Each time, he spits in frustration and promptly leaves the tavern.
He wouldn't touch a bloody princess with a ten foot pole.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 5:31 pm
Well, the unexpected RP character as always I see.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 3:15 pm
Ummm...Nynaeve...your profile...well, it is really similar to mine...and I mean, really similar...
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 6:03 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:26 pm
Oooh....my my, we're getting more cutpurses I note. Looks like you have company Gelid. Welcome to you Caramels!
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