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 Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:56 am
This thread may be temporary, depending on the amount of people we get joining, the Accepted Characters may be moved to a subforum due to large selection of possible factions.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 5:54 pm
-=[Accepted Human Characters]=-
Username: KillerWarrior13
Name: Karshe Vildrim
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Race: Human
Faction: None
Class: Mercenary
Weapons: Karshe uses a broadsword made out of a Maltir Shell and imbued with Shadow element. He also carries a pouch of minor explosives without fuses.
Description: Karshe has gray eyes and short, unkempt, black hair. His skin is a dull tan and he's 5'6". He has developed most of his muscle from training with broadswords and his love of fighting. He wears a dark-red, short-sleeve shirt and a gray hooded trench coat. His pants are black with a gray belt, which holds various pouches on one side of it. His Shell broadsword is sheathed and slung over his right shoulder.
History: Karshe was raised in Mecaria for the first few years of his life before he was kidnapped along with various other children when he was 11 years old. He was brought to a small encampment just south of Arkson where he was put into a room with many other children, One of them was Martim Trave, who was sitting in a corner saying that, "his father would find them, he's part of the Royal Army." which cheered some of the younger, more naive children who believed that the Royal Army saved everyone. The rebels soon started taking children out to be sold to the black market in Arkson. Martim was part of the first group of kids to be sent out, and Karshe was in the second. Karshe never said much during this entire event, and cooperated almost fully. A man approached him with a sheet of paper that stated that he now owned Karshe, and he took him to a small temple-like building high in the Eragi Mountains. It was here that Karshe would work as a servant boy for several years. It was a Warrior-monk temple, which had training in Fire Magic as well. Karshe quickly grew an interest in the studies of the temple, but couldn't participate because of the fact he was a servant, and not a student. So he was forced to steal books and study them at night when he was alone in what he called his room, but was more of a prison. When he was 16, one of the older students tried messing with him, hitting him in the head with a wooden pole which was used in defense training. Karshe grabbed the pole and set it aflame after taking three hits to the face, then threw a fireball at the student's head. He survived, but he lost all of his hair and tends to stay away from Karshe. A teacher witnessed this and talked to Karshe's master to see if he could train the boy, which he accepted to Karshe began training in the art of fighting. Soon after though, the temple was raided by a group of Vyl-Mar warriors, who killed a number of both the students and teachers, and destroyed most of the temple. Karshe had escaped and reached the bottom of the mountain unharmed. He thought he may have been the only survivor, but soon two students and one teacher came down on his side of the mountain. They all went their separate ways. Karshe actually went back up the mountain to see the damage. The Drakonians were gone, but he happened to find a dead body with a broadsword through his chest, so he pulled it out and he liked the feel of it, so since then he decided to use a broadsword. Carrying it was difficult at first, but after a year or two of self-training he built up enough muscle to use it efficiently. He was 20 years old when he returned to Mecaria in search of his family, but they had since moved away. He found a School of Weaponry where he had taken up a job teaching basics that he learned in the temple. Soon he had applied to also be a student to further his knowledge in using the broadsword. Though he was kicked out of the school for accidentally causing bodily damage to another student during a sparring match two months before graduation. He really didn't do it accidentally; he just didn't like the guy. He was a wandering Mercenary for several years until he was 26 when the first school of Shadow Magic opened up in Mecaria, which he enrolled in out of curiosity. He was one of the top students and heavily advanced in his skills, but again was kicked out for sending a highly concentrated shade attack at a teacher during a practice session. Karshe only has troubles with summons in Shadow Magic. Not too long after that he had purchased a large piece of Maltir Shell which he had smithed into a light-weight broadsword, then he had it imbued with the essence of Shadow in Mecaria. He now has a house built inside the rock of one of the mountains in the Eragi Range, near the temple that he had started his training.
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Username: Eviant
Name: Jas Asakura
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Race: Human
Faction: None
Class: Assassin
Weapons: She has a 6 inch blade, a set of 12 exquisite throwing knives, and 3 more fighting daggers hidden about her person.
Description: Jas is a young, Caucasian woman, with hazel hair that ends at her lower back. She has a small nose, pale red lips, and striking jade green eyes. She stands at a height of 5'7", with a slim build. She is often found wearing traditional long skirts with a white blouse with an overcoat which houses her throwing daggers.
History: Unknown at this time
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Username: Ikken Isshu
Name: Thomas Caliph
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human
Faction: None; former Royal Guard
Class: It's complicated. He's a freelance assassin by trade, specialist by training; former mage trainee, apparently couldn't pass skill requirements for Royal Guard mage training and became a specialist instead. In other words, he works as a freelance assassin, but his fighting style is that of a specialist. He knows a little bit about magic, and has the power, but can't use it for anything practical due to his utter lack of skill.
Weapons: Rifle and longsword; better with a rifle, but prefers to use a sword. Carries a knife for practical uses, but not fighting, as he has no particular skills with it. He owns a handgun and occasionally carries it on him for effect, but can't shoot with it worth a damn. When swordfighting, he prefers to fight without a shield, even though he uses a one-handed sword.
Description: Tall and lean, Thomas is a naturally thin man, even more so due to the amount of time he spends exercising. His left shoulder is slightly discolored due to a bad burn he received during his mage training, but he has no other scars or identifying marks. These days, he typically dresses as unobtrusively as possible, though he still has his old Guard uniform and isn't above impersonating a Guardsman when he needs to.
History: At a young age, Thomas showed an interest - and, more importantly, a propensity - for magic. No one was really surprised when he enlisted in the Royal Guard as a mage, but when the training actually began, it turned out that all he had was the power - the actual skill was beyond him. He failed out of the training fairly quickly and was reassigned against his will as a specialist, where he excelled at rifle marksmanship (which he hated) and swordfighting (which he liked, because it let him blow off steam). He served in the Guard for a respectable term, but left after about eight years of service, giving no reasons for doing so. He reached the rank of Lieutenant during his time in the Guard, but these days if he wears his uniform to masquerade as a Guardsman, he usually goes out wearing a blue Officer or a black Recruit spaulder, to remain somewhat inconspicuous. As an assassin, his preferred method of killing is to snipe his targets, but he has used other methods. His calm, mild-mannered personality is not the type that one would expect to gravitate toward contract killing, but then, not many people know him very well. On that note, he is almost totally cut off from virtually everyone he knew during and before his time as a Guardsman.
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Username: Kendessa
Name: Lyahona Gayid
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Faction: None
Class: None
Weapons: None
Description: Standing no more than 5'3", Lyahona does not impress much of a presence by sheer height alone. However, her full figure, rounded cheeks, and petal-like lips are easy on the eyes. A pair of large, rich brown eyes peer out from a hood of heavy lashes, adorned with a pair of thick yet shapely eyebrows. Her hair, usually pulled back into knots, is a handsome chestnut brown. Her upturned nose and lopsided smile usually gives her a childish appearance in times of mirth, but when dawning a more serious expression she looks rightly her own age.
History: Lyahona was born in the shelter of Telmear, living out her childhood peacefully behind both physical and metaphorical walls. Having had three older sisters and one younger brother, and living not just with her parents but also her infirm grandmother, Lyahona quickly learned tolerance and was blessed with a cheerful disposition. Her placement in the family made her of little consequence to anybody but her own immediate family, and she was not afforded many connections or opportunities. While each of her older sisters pursued respectable positions in life, she had a hard time focusing on what she wanted or planning for the future. Instead, she let herself run away with silly notions of romance, and promised to wait patiently until she was of age and marry a lad she had admired for some time. When she was fourteen, Gadian, her beloved, left for Manseer to join the navy, and they corresponded over the distance.
After a space of four years, in which Lyahona had given up any idea of being anything but a domestic wife, her fiancé was supposed to return from a dangerous voyage. It had been almost an entire year since she received any word of him, and she was eager to know that he returned safely. And so she took some of the money she's saved for and traveled to Manseer as a surprise to meet her betrothed. She waited eagerly near the docks, hoping he would step off safe and sound. Sure enough she saw the face she'd been dreaming of for years… however… to her dismay he barely recognized her. Or so she thought. It wasn't until she realized he was straight out avoiding her that she pressed him to acknowledge her. Abruptly he told her he'd met someone else and the engagement was off. Lyahona was shocked, and after exchanging some heated words, she stormed off to the closest inn. After a good cry and a period of moping, she was determined not to be phased and decided to go back home. However, as she made preparations to get back to Telmear, she made the shocking discovery that someone had loosed her purse strings, and could not afford the trip. With most of her money gone, and no connections save for a man who had jilted her, Lyahona was stranded and bewildered… and unable to make her way home. Furthermore, she realized that she was embarrassed to return home, as her older sisters had often warned her that her childish fancy would eventually end with a slap in the face by the hand of reality. Realizing her life had come to nothing, Lyahona was determined to take this lesson in earnest and try to make something of herself... despite having few marketable skills, and even less world savvy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 8:54 pm
-=[Accepted Druid Characters]=-
Username: Je Suis La Vie
Name: Asura Spesabara
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Race: Druid
Faction: Guardian
Class: Templar --- Space-Time
Weapons: Oak Quarterstaff
Description: Asura is 6'7" and has a lean build. His wide eyes have the merest hint of blue. Though he is does not train his body as much as his mind, Asura is by nature built to be strong and quick as he is a White Tiger. To signify his dedication to the magics that he studies, Asura wears a Green Armband on his left arm (Time), and a Blue armband on his right arm (Space).
Though he is strong and quick, Asura is not very agile. Around those that he doesn't know, or those that he doesn't trust, Asura is quite reserved and speaks only when he must. But around friends and family, he is open and jolly. Around all he is considered a bit of a know-it-all, though he has a truly kind hart. His biggest philosophy is flight before fight, although if backed into a corner, he is a tough advicary.
History: Asura was born on the Island of Talm in West Village. At a young age, he was sent to the Tempe of Time to learn the secrets of that magic. It was from then on that he was dedicated to the protection of his homeland, and to expansion of his knowledge.
After many years of studying and practice, Asura was considered one of the best students of Time magic. Then one day he had a revelation that shifted his outlook. Where one magic used to suffice, he realized, two would be needed. Only through the power of two could he hope to be able to Protect Talm from any outside threat.
Though Asura is accomplished in Time magic, he still has much to learn in his new undertaking of Space magic... and he still has some to learn in the art of Time Magic as well.
In order to learn all he could of the outside world, Asura decided to undertake a pilgramage to the other islands to learn of everything they had to offer, in order to best protect Talm.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 9:05 pm
-=[Accepted Drakonian Characters]=-
Username: Ranku 9898
Name:Tryal'o Norial
Gender: male
Age: 34
Race: Drakonian
Clan: Vyl-Mar
Class: Mage (Ice)
Weapons: Longsword, clawed gauntlet
Description: About 7 feet tall, rather long arms, darker brown skin colour, wears loose, dark clothes with chain mail underneath. He carries around a skull (Gabriel)
History: Born in a small town, Tyral'o had a longing for adventure and power so he left at age 24. At 26 he went mad and began talking to a skull he found in a cave, he convinced him self that it talks back. He has wandered around for the last years, hiring him self out for jobs and has become rather rich. Recently Gabriel hasn't been talking back, this worries him.
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Username: KillerWarrior13
Name: Zael Var'al
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Drakonian
Clan: Ex Myr-Val
Class: Ranger
Weapons: Longbow, Longsword, Wood Axe, two Daggers.
Description: Zael is brown in color and has two fin-like horns going from between his eyes to the back of his head. He also has a claw scar running across his left eye. He is about 6'3" tall and around 170 lbs. He typically wears a blueish gray shirt under a leather strap vest (Light armor of minimul protection that looks more like a harness) and baggy black pants. He wears a brown belt with various loops and pouches as well as the pack he carries around that has places on the sides to carry his swords. On his left shoulder he has a mtal plate that if flat, would look like an elongated oval, which protects evenly in the front and back and is set in studded leather which forms the strap, which is fastened under his right arm.
History: Zael was born in a Myr-Val village and was raised to become a scholar. Though he always had his nose in a book, his mind was always thinking about learning the ways of a warrior. When he was 13, he ran away and hid in a boat headed to Isis. When he had arrived, he was found by a member of the Black Thorns, who decided to enslave the Drakonian boy. For several years he was forced to do manual labor for his master, until one day he had forgotten to accomplish a typically simple chore, his master took his tri-bladed sword and slashed him across the face. In an act of rage he lunged at his master and knocked him out cold, and escaped the manor he had called prison for so many years. With his new gained freedom, he traveled to the city of Manseer, where he met a man who had been part of the Royal guard. The man taught him how to use a sword and bow, stating that a wide range of weapon choice can be essential to victory. When he was 21 his previous master discovered where he was and attacked the home of the old man, who didn't stand a chance against several thugs. Zael, however had seen the men enter his home from down the street, and took to a high place where he flew arrows into each man's heart as they were attempting to leave. The master had ran back inside where Zael followed, and slain him. His dying friend told him of a chest with his most prized weapons, and he will'd them to Zael, along with his estate. Zael burried the body, and took what supplies he needed to train in the forest oustide Manseer until he had seen fit. While in the forest, he had befriended one of the local wolves, whom he named Virche because of the look of fire in his eyes.
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Username: Nikorasu Mugentsuki
Name: Zyx
Gender: male
Age: 19
Race: Drakonian
Clan: Kal-Dra Outcast
Class: Fighter & Magic user (Corruption & Shadow)
Weapons: Hand and a Half sword
Description: Drakonian whose scales are pitch black, of slightly less-than-average height, wears a brown leather tunic, pants, boots, gloves and hood so as to hide the color of his scales, has no horns as of yet, eyes are yellow.
History: "Journal of Dral'zyx Zasken"
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 9:08 pm
-=[Accepted Lesmir Characters]=-
Username: Durban59
Name: Anhktem Deshayan
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Lesmir
Clan: Minnemir
Class: Stag
Weapons: Only 2 weapons here: The classic samurai katana and the yumi bow. However, he is trained in the martial arts, so he will resort to using his bare hands and feet if necessary.
Description: Among most stags, Anhktem would be considered the "bigger" types of stag: Standing at around 7'1 and weighing round 650 pounds. His outer carapace is tinted at a navy blue, stemming from his head to his toes. For clothes, he dresses himself in the Lesmir warrior fashion. Nothing but a pair of dark red slacks and faulds for his waist, and his bare feet. To cover his head form the blazing sun of the desert, he keeps his head wrapped within a turban that usually has a bit of cloth hanging down. Most of the time, he keeps a mask over his face, just to be prepared for whatever battle he'll find.
History: Anhktem was born within the deep hives of the Tulgamesh ruins, expected to be a wise member of the council as his father was. Nevertheless, he was raised as a fine Lesmir as his parents wanted him to be. By the time he grew into his maturing age and his carapace fully developed, he began his training as a regular stag. Taught to broaden both his strength and mind, almost everyone in the Minnemir clan knew that he would make a fine senator upon the council. As Anhktem gew, he heard so many tales of the outside world from the occasional Drakonian visitors, and he began to become hypnotized in adventures of battling pirates and becoming a great Lesmir warrior of all of Ishtmal.
Anhktem learned that if he wanted to ever become a hero of Ishtmal, he had to leave Tulgamesh. So, convincing his parents that exploring the world of Ishtmal would broaden his views of the outside world, he left the great desert and began exploring. However, he soon learned of the other races, and began to harden on the inside, becoming quite wise of the world, but keeping his wisdom to himself. He travelled around the islands as a paid mercenary and bodyguard, due to his heritage as a stag. He has mostly been known as "Mr Bushido", due to his samurai-like appearance and dedication to the art of Bushido.
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