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Name: Endymion

Age: 14

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 70 inches

Weight: 135 pounds

Title: Guardian of the Balance

Alignment: Anima

Weapon(s): None (Later, the stones)

Origins: Western Gaia

Description: His eyes are of all colors, changing constantly. The fluctuations tend to occur in sync with his moods. Blue is his 'normal' color; yellow indicates great happiness, while a deep purple shows that he is feeling sad or lonely. No one knows what color his eyes might be when he is angry, because no one has every seen him angered. His light brown hair is cut very short, with the sides slanted just over his ears. He has a small, slanted nose and lightly tan skin that would probably grow darker if he ever went outside. Tall, and athletically built, he has the wiry, tough muscle of a child his age who does hard work. His face is vaguely shaped like a heart, with a strong chin and a small mouth filled with perfect, white teeth. There is a unique symmetry to Endymion's facial structure and body that causes people to note him as 'pretty' when they would rather call him beautiful. Everything about him is balanced, peaceful, from his perfect pitch in a boyish tenor to the perfect cartwheels he does when he finishes work for the day. His hands and feet are large, but not overly so, and his torso appears to be very long.

Endy has two outfits that he generally wears, one for everyday activity, and another for while he works as a waiter in Beverly's Lonely Woman. His waiter's uniform consists of a heavy satin tunic of whatever color his eyes happen to be at the moment. The owner of the tavern, Beverly, has had at least twenty of these tunics made for him in various designs; quite an extravagant expense. Considering Old Bev's clientele, however, Endy's outfits more than pay for themselves. Endy's normal outfit consists of a pair of dark brown trews and a white shirt; short sleeved in the summer and spring, long in the autumn and winter. Occasionally, he wears a heavy black coat, but this is rare. His feet are always covered by the same pair of soft walking boots, good for indoor and outdoor wear. He wears a silver ring on the third finger of his left hand, and has no scars or blemishes.

Personality: Level-headed, pleasant, and happy are all good words to characterize Endymion. He is somewhat oblivious to his surroundings, especially when it comes to the faults of others, but he is actually very intelligent. It is a part of his nature to always know when to speak and when not to, and he never fails to listen to the problems of a friend. He is very supportive and charming, and no one has ever seen him angry, not even Old Bev.

History: Endymion is the son of one of Old Bev's 'boys', Seth, by an unknown client. Fourteen years ago, some three weeks after Seth had died of a wasting sickness, Endymion was brought to the Lonely Woman by a serving girl in clothing bare of house colors. He has grown up in Old Bev's house ever since, living in the room adjacent to hers. Old Bev is very protective of him, and any misguided clients who attempt to make moves on him are carefully escorted off the premises. He, of course, is utterly oblivious.

What Endymion does not know about himself is that he is Gaia's current Guardian of the balance between the six elements. Housed in the city of Sord, where no magic functions, he is unable to hear the call of the six stones that serve as incarnations of their respective elementals.

Previous RP's You've Participated In: Do you have to ask? rolleyes

Approved by: Sey

(( ::Rewinds time about a year for her, despite the five year rewind in Gaia.:: ))

I was invited to the guild ages ago after I sent in my bio, but then I completely changed my bio along with my name! sweatdrop I've been an inactive member for months now, but I plan to change this. I'm determined to post my a** off! scream

Name: Gouken Furoshima

Age: 456

Race: Purgatorial Demon/Human Halfbreed

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 210 lbs.

Class: Master Martial Artist

Alignment: Dark and Earth

Weapon(s): Two Half-Inch Thick solid steel Wrist Bracers, Kunai, "Blackrain" - Solid Obsidian Katana

Origins: Born in Western Gaia, with Bloodlines running in both reigons.

Description: A tall, dark and handsome man appearing to be in his late twenties to early thirties. Saphire Blue hair, Emerald Green eyes and slightly tanned skin are his most noticeable Physical features. He is almost always seen in his usual attire.

Personality: Gouken is an all around nice person, despite his very harsh upbringing. He is tolerating and wise, with infinite patience for those he cares for, and little patience for those he does not particularily like. He is very easy to make friends with, but can be irked just as easily. He treats adversaries with respect, no matter how despicable they may be and he loves competition which tends to make him many rivals. His temper stays true to his demon half and since he does not get angry very often, those around him must be wary when his is set off.

History: Gouken's father was the only purgatorial demon to discover the secret of escaping Purgatory in 4 millenia, and once he did, he took up travel. He made his way across gaia, eventually ending up in Eastern Gaia to stay for a number of years. His ability to manipulate his appearance made it easy for him to woo women, but the one who resisted his come-ons was the one he was most interested in. He fell in love with this woman and moved with her to Western Gaia, where they had their child.

Gouken's childhood was a relatively happy one if not uneventful. At the age of sixteen his father sent him away for training in the martial arts so his son could learn defence. Gouken remained away from home for ten years until he mastered the arts of his master and then returned to find his mother dead and his father nowhere to be found. The people of his villiage all had different stories of what had occurred, but there was one which came up more commonly than the others. They spoke of terrible noises coming from his old residence late one night, and visions of his father seemingly crazed running from the scene. The next morning the villiage-people discovered her body in the bedroom, disembowled violently.

Gouken sought after his father for twenty years, following every scrap of information he received and moving down a trail that led him back to his Mother's homeland. The last lead he took was one speaking of a hideous demon lurking in the Mountains, killing random travellers and merchants. Gouken baited himself deep in the mountain ranges until this demon showed himself. Alas, it was his Father, but not as Gouken had seen him before. In his true demon form, his father had gone completely feral. He did not recognize his son at all and instead attacked him immediately. For five days and nights, he fought with his Father until he killed him. His father had managed to claw out his eyes during the fight, rendering Gouken completely blind. Luckily a merchant discovered him and took him to a nearby villiage, where he was tended to.

After this, Gouken roamed Gaia endlessly, searching for nothing in particular and desiring nothing. He lived several lifetimes, making and losing friends and loves in several different places. He finally wound up at the Dark Sakura Blossom Guild, befriending and falling deeply in love with the mistress of the guild, the Lady Sierra. Being an elf, her aging was not unfamiliar to his own, so he finally had someone he could share his eternity with. She also restored his vision with her healing powers, for which he is infinitely thankful for.

He now travels across Eastern and Western Gaia, participating in many different fighting competitions to continue honing his skills as a martial artist. He is always looking for a worthy opponent. He also seeks to train under many masters and learn as many different martial arts as he possibly can. This will eventually give him a spectrum of styles to work with, until he can make a fighting style to call his own.

-Pending Approval-

Found this guild through themightyjello. The literateness makes me rejoice.

Name: Pademelen Larsent

Age: 26

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 190 pounds

Title/Class: Temporal Mage (Yes, I know; a new class. I'm assuming that if I explain it sufficiently, it will be okay.) Pademelen has the ability to manipulate the flow of Time, by stretching and distorting its cadence. Technically, he does not stop Time, an impossible feat. His magic, instead, merely speeds up or slows down the area of effect. It thus appears that everything outside the area affected is slowed down. Of course, the magnitude of distortion, the size of the area affected, and the length of the distortion all depend upon his strength and skill. However, the magic comes at a price.

Alignment: None.

Weapon: Two daggers, Midnight Sun and Arctic Night. Arctic Night is a slender, curved dagger about 7 inches long, which is wielded with his left hand. Midnight Sun is a straight dagger, with a length of approximately 9 inches. He uses his magic rarely.

Origins: Western Gaia. Sverige, to be precise.

Description: Tall and with pale skin, Pademelen has an almost sickly complexion. He is very thin, and his skin stretches tight over his face. His eyes are a startling green, although it is hard to tell; they are sunken into the depths of their sockets. He is somewhat weak physically, as a result of the corrupting nature of his magic. His voice is a stunning basso profondo; indeed, he was the apprentice of a bard for almost a year before his magic manifested itself. Pademelen's hair is a burnished copper, thick and wild, although there are streaks of grey running through it. Pademelen usually wears grey, to show his neutral alignment. Shunning the robes of most mages, Pademelen most often wears a simple tunic and breeches, although he has an hourglass emblazoned on the back of his formal wear, which consists of a dark leather jacket covering a pale green shirt and long pants. He has a slight Nordic accent that pervades his speech.

Personality: Pademelen is smart, and he knows it. Although some might call him exceedingly vain, he asserts that he merely knows exactly where his intelligence lies in relation to everyone else's. He is very cynical, and often will respond sarcastically. In spite of all this, Pademelen has a soft spot for the underdog, and goes out of his way to help the dregs of society. Pademelen prefers diplomacy to fighting, and prefers being unnoticed even more. Often he will put up a facade of stupidity or dimwittedness, acting as if his mind wanders. In fact, he has a very probing mind, incisive and quick to find weaknesses, whether it be flaws in a plan or a crack in a structure.

History: Pademelen was born in the North, to a artisan who specialised in the making of hourglasses. The boy would often be found staring at the trickling sands. When asked what he was doing, he would invariably reply, "I am watching to see if the sand goes up." He was a curious boy, who showed no interest in playing outside with the other children. Instead, he spent time inside, reading books and staring at the falling sands. One hourglass in particular interested him. It was not the largest, nor the most ornate. It was a small stone hourglass, about 4 inches tall, solid grey and with shimmering sand contained within it. The particles seemed to change color as they fell, casting iridescent hues on the mantle upon which it was kept.

One day, a group of odd-looking soldiers, short and dark, came into the town, bearing the regalia of nearby Baron Martin. They were looking for a place to rest, they said, and they would pay for lodging and food. The townsfolk happily obliged, but they were soon to regret their decision. The soldiers were actually from a nation beyond the Spine of the Lady, and they had recently stormed Martin's castle, killing him and the inhabitants. They burnt down Pademelen's village, and kept the survivors for slaves. Buried beneath the timbers of his home, the boy was not spotted, and thus he escaped capture. A wandering traveler found him unconscious beneath a heavy wooden beam, clutching his favorite hourglass. The man took him, and the hourglass, which the boy refused to relinquish, to a nearby town, where he stayed, working at an inn. He was eleven.

Pademelen stayed at the inn for six months, until a wandering minstrel found him. He accompanied the bard on his travels for five years, until his magic began to assert itself. After that, he set off on his own, wandering the Northlands and doing vanishing tricks at inns for money. Pademelen crossed the Spine of the Lady when he was 19, and spent several years learning the customs and languages of Avalana. One day, he came across a burning village, with people still screaming for help. The man's memory went back to a boy clutching an old stone hourglass. He reached into his pocket, and brought forth the object. Its sands still glimmered, and he could almost feel it pulling at Time. He focused his magic through the hourglass, and raced through the houses, collecting people and getting them safely out.

However, this distortion of Time had dire effects. In magic, there is always a price. Magic that deals with the unyielding force of Time has a horrific one indeed. Temporal flux, the rapid reinsertion into normal Timeflow, can have drastic consequences. Because Pademelen had never before distorted Time for more than a few seconds, the restabilisation had never unduly affected him. This time, he nearly died as his body went through temporal flux. His muscles withered, his skin tightened around his body, and his brilliant red hair developed long white streaks. For two years, he walked with a cane. Gradually, his body recovered, and he is now able to act normally, if a little less athletic than he once was. Now knowledgeable of the high cost of affecting Time, Pademelen rarely uses his powers, although they would be much harmless at a small scale and much safer at larger ones, now that he has learned how to avoid temporal flux by easing stabilisation.

Previous RP's You've Participated In: Um... heh heh heh... I never really RPed much in Gaia, and the few threads I partook in aren't something I'd really like to show people. They were, how do you say, not very literate. I had actually just given up hope on a good RP here until WoG was mentioned. Although a much better sample of my writing ability would be at WoTmania.