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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:46 pm
Name: Kaosu
Gender: Male
Age: He doesn't remember, but he appears to be in his mid twenties. : D
Personality: Kaosu, in a nutshell, is a jerk. He is cocky, rude, impatient, self-centered, stubborn, aggressive, shameless, and just a little sociopathic. He has no ethics, morals, or values. He does not like company. He does not like crowds. He does not like Essentics. He does not like you. To his credit, he seldom goes out of his way to offend people, usually preferring to keep to himself. Unless there is something to be gained from society, he tends to leave society alone. His more positive personality traits are few. He is clever. He has manners (though he seldom employs them). He is ruthlessly calm and tolerant of everything from pain to insults to emotion. He is overwhelmingly determined -if he wants something, he will chase it with everything he has. Best of all, he has the capacity for change. Like Essentics, he is a product of the environment he grew up in. Unlike Essentics, if said environment gets brighter, he might just follow suit.
Physical description: -coughlazycough- Kaosu, though he has access to money, is a bum. He dresses in whatever in cheapest and is usually dull and boring (and occasionally dirty). His expensive, tailored suits remain forgotten in the back of his closet. He has little interest in style, assuming that his blazing red hair, eerie glass eye, and pointed ears are a statement enough. Recently, since he picked up piercing as a hobby (ice and needle ftw), he has become even more eccentric-looking. In contrast to his shabby wardrobe, he decks both ears and hands with pricey jewelry. He is nonathletic, slender, and tall. Most people who see him tend to shy away to the other end of the sidewalk. x)
Other Notes:-Kaosu reaaaaaaally hates fire, heat, and smoke.
-Kaosu has developed an extremely high resistance to most medicines. Pain killers... Sedatives... Antihistamines... Depressants... Caffeine. His level of immunity is almost on par with the poison training given to spies, suggesting that he either deliberately drugged himself or was very, very sick for a very long time.
-Kaosu is severely allergic to molasses, rum, and certain sugars. Since he seldom falls ill anymore, if he's feeling bad, he's probably been exposed to some.
-Kaosu is missing his left eye. He lost it in an... accident and never bothered buying an artificial replacement. Instead he sports a classic glass eye. Because he is half blind, he has little depth perception. Sometimes he even runs in to things.
-Kaosu was never actually taught to read. So, as smart as he may be, he often has trouble with documents or even signs.
-There is a reason for all of these details, I swear. xP They're not entirely random.
History/Backstory: Go here and scroll down for what I have so far. The rest is still a secret. <3
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:25 pm
Name:Ex-Commander Slithor Psa, but he’s called Striker by most people.
Gender: Male
Age: 80 – middle-age for a Naga
Physical description: Striker is a Spitting Cobra Naga. He stands about 7 foot tall, but can be taller if he stands up on his tail in a strike position. His scales are a Greenish brown in color and cover his entire body. When he gets mad, he can spit venom up to 20 feet at a target.
History/Backstory: He was a Commander in the one of the many wars that happened years ago, and that’s how he got the name “Striker”, but as for the rest of his past, it is a blur. He knows he had troops that were the best of the best. They were his friends and allies but something terrible happened (The Hunt). He can’t remember what happened to them - one minute they were there and the next thing he recalls, he was retired and didn’t remember what happened to his troops. When he tries to remember, his head starts hurting and he doesn’t know why. He wants to find out what happened to his troops, where they are now and why he can’t remember what happened to them.
Other important notes, quirks? He’s a good leader and likes weapons, getting any that he can.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 6:11 pm
Name: Flare Bennett
Gender: Female
Age: mid-20's
Physical description: She is a pale, slender woman that stands at 5'10". Her waist-length hair is light shade of orchid and is usually put up in a ponytail. Flare is also part dragon, although the percentage is unknown. Her eyes are golden-yellow and her pupils slanted like a reptile's. There are a small pair of dark purple wings on her back (wingspan: 3 ft), but are far too tiny for flight. She also lacks a tail, but has a pair of ivory horns.
History/Backstory: Flare was born in a lower-class family and led a relatively normal life in Vargash. She grew up with a mother, a father, and multiple younger siblings. As the oldest child, she was charged with many responsibilities, especially looking after her siblings while her parents were busy working day and night. Taking her duty seriously, Flare juggled school, babysitting, as well as her personal life.
Also expected by her parents to be the top of her class, she studied almost 24/7, even as she looked after her brothers and sisters. Eventually, Flare was rewarded with being the ace of her graduating class and also managed to soar through college with little problems, even completing her higher education earlier than the standard. Having always loved video games, she studied game programming and designing. Within months Flare was hired and clawed her way up the ranks with great speed. Not even in her 30’s and she’s already a well known video game creator, famous for her skills and particular talent in character designing.
Other important notes, quirks? Slightly haphephobic (fear of touch), likes to collect various things, especially books and old/magical items.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 1:21 pm
Name: Aislynn DeMontague
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Occupation: Baker/Shop Owner
Physical description:
Aislynn stands around 5'3, with striking silver-blue eyes. Her auburn hair is cropped short at the back, but she keeps it longer in the front, tied with bands. When she bakes, she pulls it back and out of the way underneath a hat. Oftentimes, she forgets she has this hat on, and leaves the shop with it. She also forgets that she has icing, flour, or food colouring on her face or hands, but usually realizes it at some point. Which is about the same time she turns crimson.
History/Backstory:
Aislynn has worked hard to get where she is now; owning and operating her own bakery. It's fairly successful, though she prefers it to be a cute little hole in the wall that only a handful of people know about than a mass consumer place. It doubles as a small cafe, and she has a few employees who serve tea and treats to customers.
That aside, she lives with her brother Zakaria, a prominent member of society and one of the leading fashion designers in Drente. He's fairly rich, though Aislynn doesn't accept any 'charity' from him aside from a partially free place to live. She prefers being stubborn, and 'doing things on her own'.
Personality:
Aislynn is a bit of an oddball, but friendly and social. She enjoys chatting to and befriending her customers, and likes to help people.
Other important notes, quirks?
She's a bit of an oddball, and has frequent and admittedly strange mood swings when she's with people she's comfortable with.
As an owner, she would probably make most use for the Essentic in the back of her shop; she wouldn't have it where people could see it, afterall. She would end up spending most of her time with it, actually.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:19 pm
Name: Emoi Warnatsu.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown, estimated to be in mid-twenties. Actual age is 27.
Occupation: Mercenary. Formerly a blacksmith.
Physical description:
Standing at a massive 6'3, Emoi is a giant among men and when combined with the warriors physique he can come off as incredibly intimidating. Long, dark green hair is tied up in a high pony-tail that reaches just below the shoulder blades revealing a handsome, oriental face and bright periwinkle eyes. His skin is a dark olive color commonly seen in an Asian field worker, with a few large, notable scars marring the other wise flawless skin.
Partial to loose fitting tunics in blacks, blues and greens, Emoi seems to resemble a modern version of the samurai's of yore. When 'working' he dons an intricate, yet light weight armor that is made of a light colored and sturdy metal. Finally, he accessorizes with some kind of sword or hand held weapon, though on more then one occasion he has been seen sporting more 'heat' underneath his tunic.
History/Backstory:
Emoi's past is clouded by mystery, as seven years ago he found himself in some unknown hospital without anything other than his own name left in his mind. Without any money and no real 'known' talents, Emoi soon found himself without a means to support himself. The hospital did supply him with something however; items that had been found on his person before being taken into the medical facilities. These items, which consisted of a well crafted sword and the armor he has become so fond of, were the only clues to his past that he had, and with them set out to find some answers.
Of course, money and food is always an issue, and the time came when he was unable to further his search without acquiring a means to support himself. Job hunt after job hunt went by, all ending in failures due to his lack of real skill in anything. It was after a particularly brutal rejection that his new calling came into existence. A man had taken notice to the sword he wielded, and offered him money in exchange for the elimination of someone who for some reason become a thorn in the shady persons side. Not about to refuse money while in such a desperate situation he accepted the offer, and finding the work to be surprisingly 'enjoyable', continued on with it to the present day while continuing his search for answers about his past.
Personality:
Emoi is not nearly as dark a person as his profession may lead you to believe. He is not an overly violent individual who takes great pleasure in killing, but in fact a thrill seeker who lives for the thrill and rush of adrenaline that comes from the heat of a particularly rough mission or battle. In battle or on the hunt for his 'prey' he relies on instincts to get him through, having lacked any real training up until this point in time - though admittedly his instincts seem spot on.
He is not a socially awkward guy, though his line of work offers very little in the means of interaction with others. He is friendly, courteous and for the most part rather pleasant when not in his mercenary mode. He doesn't seem to keen on creating conflicts between himself and others, and would rather leave a room or even town should he find that the situation become overly hostile - which happens on a surprisingly frequent basis due to his profession and the fact he blatantly carries a weapon on his person.
Other important notes, quirks?
-- Emoi has a total of five major scars. Three of medium size located on his back, one on his leg and a massive one that ranges vertically across his torso.
-- His weapon skills are all self taught, something that would put him in a severe disadvantage against a trained warrior/fighter.
-- He can't cook... at all. In fact... don't even let him NEAR a kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 7:54 pm
Name: Theo Roy
Gender: Male
Race: Impling
Age: 33
Occupation: Cop
Physical description: Theo is approximately 5'9, and rather well-built. His eyes are silver, and his abnormally thick fur is gold, as is his hair. Due to a genetic trait, his fur and hair both grow at an unnatural rate, so much so that he needs to trim them every day. To keep it as less of a hassle, though, he pulls his hair back into a braid and trims the ends when it hits his waist.
He has a brown leather jacket that his father gave him, and wears it most of the time, if not always. He also wears a small cross around his neck, in respect for his childhoood home. Aside from that, he can usually be found in jeans and a tight-fitting white shirt. Shoes are generic.
History/Backstory: Theo was born in a church, oddly enough. His pregnant and in-labour mother had been chased there by a gang of thugs, and fell into an early birth as soon as she claimed sanctuary. She died while giving birth to him, leaving him with one thing. A name.
With no one who wanted to adopt him, the priests of the church raised him themselves. When he was eight, his father came to see him. As it turned out, Dustin had been searching for his son since the night of his wife's dissappearance. It had taken eight years, but he'd finally found him. Unfortunately for Dustin, he had no way to prove this. However, the priests allowed one visit a year for the man, for a whole 24 hour period. Eventually, Theo and his father grew close.
Then his father disappeared.
Theo still isn't sure what happened to him.
When he grew older, he gained an interest in law enforcement. While digging around in some old files, he came across the laws on Essentics. The church had been strictly against Essentics, calling them a mockery of gods' work, and had left it at that. Intrigued, Theo began to try and learn more. After four long years, he found whisperings of essentics, and is now on the hunt to find evidence to prove it. (His superiors think he's a bit of a nut-case, at the moment.)
Personality: Theo is serious, determined, and goal-oriented. He's very focused on his work, and has based his life around it. Really, there was never much else for him to do with his life anyways.
Sometimes, however, Theo can open up. After this, he is fiercely loyal to whoever is lucky enough to get close to him, and won't leave them by choice. Ever.
Other important notes, quirks? (This is all Impy's fault.)
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