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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:13 am
Gaia username: Spawn of Enmity
Character Name: DKay’s the name, death’s the game.
Race: Human
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: … … … Taurus.
Where are you from? Caverton
Are you a boy or girl?: A man, obviously.
Age: Twenty-four.
Profession: Classified.
Weapon: Twin kodachi swords.
Eyes: The one you can see is blue.
Hair: White and long enough to tie back.
Personality: I don’t know why I’m wasting my time describing myself.
If a person wants to know what I’m like, they’re better off spending a day with me rather than just asking for a description. I can tell you that I’m a fair, kind, generous, and loving person…but that doesn’t mean anything unless I can actually provide physical evidence.
But fine. Have it your way.
I like to read. Yes, I realize this makes me just another boring intellectual and I’m completely fine with this fact of life. I spend most all of my time working and don’t have time for socializing. My sleep schedule consists of whatever hours I can fit in at the office and contrary to popular belief, my lack of sleep does not contribute to my “crankiness.” It’s simply because I have to deal with moronic imbeciles all day. And yes, that probably includes you.
If, upon the rare occasion, we do become friends, I will strive to live up to your expectations and to fulfill your desires of me. Friendship is not something to be taken lightly.
Background Story: I was born. I grew up. And now we’re living in the present.
But I suppose I’ll get in trouble if I leave it at just that.
I left home at an early age to train with my…uncle...for various reasons. My home life, though quite normal, was not my ideal place of a “safe haven.” During my time with my “uncle,” he taught me to sword-fight, to lead, to make decisions. He taught me to value of an education. Indeed, I was his shadow, growing up and aspiring to be all that he was. And then he died.
I was to take his title upon my own shoulders from his…business, but I was instead demoted from my position into the one I carry today. And now, I live with the goal of attaining what is rightfully mine. I’m afraid that’s the most of my story you’re going to get. Prove to me you’re worth telling my story to and I’ll consider it. And no, I don’t want to hear your sob story in exchange.
Physical Description: I’m above six feet tall and an albino. That about sums up the entirety of my physical makeup. However, I suppose it would help to say I was a sickly child and…somewhat still am. My weight suffered because of it. Thankfully however, due to extraneous hours spent with my face in the dirt, smudged with blood, sweat, and tears…I’ve been able to keep a healthy weight with my muscle mass.
I suppose the thing everyone notices about me first is the vertical scar that goes down my left eye, reaching from my forehead to my lips. I keep the right side of my face covered with my white bangs. And no, I’m not going to tell you why.
I enjoy wearing black…normally button up shirts or turtlenecks along with fitted ebony pants and of course, a slim belt to complete the attire.
Extras: I have a pet skunk named Descartes. My mother is taking care of him for me while I am away on business.
This is me:
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:43 am
Gaia username: Harxlily
Character Name: Astrid Willow Stones
Race: Human
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: Gemini
Where are you from? I lived in Seceil until I was about 14. Then I had to move. I found Roanan and fell in love. Unfortunately… Now I’ve had to relocate to Mirr.
Are you a boy or girl?: Girl.
Age: 18
Profession: Ex Professional Show Shooter. I’ll…explain later.
Weapon: Twin six guns I keep on me at all times.
Eyes: Ice blue.
Hair: Long, black. Kinda wavy? I’ve only cut it once or twice in my life.
Personality:
I guess I'm quiet in new situations. I don't really mean to be. I like being around people but I'm not great at conversation. I'm more of an action woman. Take that however you like.
Umm. How does someone even describe themselves? This is hard. I can be impulsive sometimes. I get caught up in the heat of the moment and try to take the lead, but it usually ends badly. I have a habit of jumping to conclusions. I guess I should have been born an Aries. But...Not really. I'm not hotheaded enough to be an Aries. I'm actually usually pretty chill. I'm gentle-natured, and I don't pick fights. Nothing much gets to me. I know I know. I'm contradicting myself. Moving on.
I don't read at all. I'm not one of those intellectual types. That doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm "street-smart" if that helps at all. But I'm not like...gangster either. I don't know. Like I said, it's hard to describe my own personality.
Background Story:
Agh. I don't really like talking about this. But I guess I have to.
Like I said, I was born in Seceil to a group- I guess you could call it a tribe- of Geminis. I was raised by pretty much everyone...I don't even know who my real parents are. Umm. A bunch of stuff happened involving some pirates. Pretty much all of my clan ended up dead. I don't want to talk about it.
I moved to Roanan on my own. I became addicted to the party scene. I was young and stupid. I made some bad choices.
I started cleaning my life up by using my God given talents to get a job.
You see, I'm pretty much the best shooter in Steria. Well. That sounds kinda arrogant. I'm the best one I've ever met or heard about though, I guess I should say. I've never missed. Anyways. I got a job with a show in Roanan. The kind where contestants line up to see who is the better shot to win a prize? Well, I've been reigning champion for two years. I got my own show. Life was good.
And then I did something dumb. I found out that my manager was one of the pirates who attacked Seceil. I lost control and shot the b*****d.
And now I'm on the run. I've fled to Mirr, since it's the biggest city in Steria. They'll have a hell of a time catching me here. If anyone even cares. You can get away with murder in Roanan.
Anyway, now I'm looking for an escape route. A way to keep moving. So here I am.
Physical Description:
Towering over most other girls,I'm sure I look pretty intimidating. I usually wear simple, khaki, multi-pocketed, cargo pants and a black tank top. My signature “fashion item”, if you can be call it that, is a red bandana I wear wrapped around my mouth and nose. Always armed with two six-shooters and what seem to be endless belts of bullets, I guess I seem much older and qualified than an eighteen-year-old should be.
I was born in Seceil, and spent most of my childhood in the sun. According to Harx, my "deep oaken skin tone and inky black hair are completely natural; not the result of countless dye-jobs and spray-on tans; any beach-obsessed “tanorexic” would kill for her complexion." I guess. Oddly enough, instead of the normal dark brown ones which characterize people in Seceil, I was born with eerie ice blue eyes.
I've only cut my hair like once, like I said before. Though a shorter hair cut would probably make my job easier, I'll kill anyone suggesting even a trim. Preferring the “natural” look, I never wear makeup. My eyes already have thick black lashes. Eyeliner and mascara would only make me look…overdone and trampy. However, I do have a tattoo, but I'll never tell where unless you're DKay.
Extras: Theme Song: Sound of Madness- Shinedown
This is me:
OOC: Astrid and DKay do not actually know eachother. That was a private joke (I guess) between me and Enmy. I couldn't resist. XDDD
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:36 pm
Gaia username: Raeyna Ficst
Character Name: Evelyn Via (alias: Alianna Verdane)
Race: HUMAN, (shapeshifter – can’t hold any shape for very long though)
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: Libra
Where are you from? born in Roanan
Are you a boy or girl?: girl
Age: 17
Profession: knife for hire, or street performer
Weapon: carries daggers at all times, is also gifted with swords, knives, and other blades, as well as long whips. Has never fired a gun.
Eyes: blue
Hair: naturally golden brown, she colors it a darker brown, wears it down or tied back, it’s long, falling past her shoulders to mid-back
Personality:
-----.Due to her past, her natural Libran charms are diluted to an honest and endearing aura. Where the majority of Libras are confident and sexy, even ostentatious in their provocative display or mannerisms, she embodies a more quiet grace, balancing the fire in her eyes. She is a determined young woman, wise beyond her years in many ways, though startlingly naïve or inexperienced in others. The entity of love is present across this spectrum for her. She can understand its manipulative nature, and the base desires of many men and women, however, she is slow to recognize or accept her own feelings about others.
-----.After experiencing much hurt and much healing, she struggles to find the balance of right and wrong, good and evil in the world. She has a fun-loving, hopeful, and just nature as the core of her being, wrapped in a cautiously pessimistic veil through which she views the world. She doubts her skills with lust and love as a Libra, and so rarely turns on that almost magical allure. However, in being herself, she tends to befriend those with good hearts, and intrigue those who undervalue virtue. This has proven dangerous in some cases, where such shady figures have tried to manipulate or daunt her. She will challenge the world for a just cause, and always fight to do what she deems right. Guilt and self-doubt nag at her in turn, but she has found a measure of confidence as well. She is quite flexible and dexterous when focused, as in when fighting, sneaking, or performing; however, random moments of klutziness plague her, as she has an incredible proclivity for accidents, crashing into people, tripping up stairs, and stubbing toes on cobblestone streets.
Background Story:
-----.Born in Roanan to a loving mother and father, her happy childhood memories are few. She has very little memory of her father, a large, smiling man, laughing and holding and playing with her. Then there was a fire. She was seven years old. Upon losing almost all their possessions and savings, her mother turned to prostitution, in the hope of finding a benefactor. What she ended up with was an abusive and controlling master who soon moved them to a village just outside the city of Port Engle. He was a smuggler and a nasty piece of work. Cruel and manipulative, fairly clever, though not overly burdened with any great sort of intelligence, this man dominated the household for five years. Her mother worked daily to please him in numerous ways, but when she left to go to the market or take care of other work, Evelyn was often left to his cruel devices. It was one day, (she was ten) when she was huddled in a dim corner of their shack, and she heard the heavy boots thunk and crunch in the gravel, and she knew that he was about to come in, that, shaking in fear and revulsion, longing for escape, she suddenly burst into the form of a small sparrow. While he fumbled with numerous keys and locks, her tumultuous emotions quickly ran through heart stopping shock, disbelief, teetering mania, hysterical relief, and finally, determined concentration. She hobbled around, unused to such a form, hopping in an ungainly fashion with one wing stuck awkwardly out to the side. Coming to understand her new senses, she quickly flew up into the rafters just as the final bolt was thrown, and the heavy door swung inward. Thus one day was passed in relative peace, and a certain joyful and vindictive pleasure in the man’s confusion and frustration. Of course she was punished that night, but, in the following months she sheltered this happy and hope-inspiring secret that gave her strength through the dark moments. When left alone, she befriended the animals in the yard and neighbors pens, street cats and dogs, wandering pets, and visiting wildlife. She found that she could share many of their shapes, and so passed her days building her skills and dreaming of a time when she could escape with her mother. (By the way, at this point her memories are rather confused and she is uncertain whether this man is really her father, somehow changed, or just a powerful stranger.)
-----.Unfortunately, her planning developed too slowly. One night (she was then twelve) her mother came home in a panic, wild-eyed and frantic. She tried to grab Evelyn and leave, but immediately realized it was too late. He was almost to the house, so she tried to find a hiding place. Evelyn showed a shocked mother her powers by once more becoming a small sparrow, and tried to lead her mother out the back. However, with fleeting triumph and wonder in her eyes, her mother kissed her goodbye and turned to face the man. The conflict was short. After a brief tussle, the man backhanded her so hard that her face snapped to the side and she fell to the floor, unconscious. He then looked around for “that worthless gutterbrat” and stormed out of the house, a leather strap in hand. Evelyn immediately dropped from the rafters and retook her human form, by her mother’s side. Shaken gently, her mother’s eyes fluttered half-open. “My Evy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t…” Evelyn struggled with the reality of the situation. “Mom, I love you…” her voice broke. “Evy… love…you too… be…” and then she was still. Evy turned away from those now unseeing eyes, and gathered her few possessions, stumbling around. She ran from the house, blinded by her tears, as fast as she could down the road in the direction opposite from that which she had seen the man take.
-----.In the following years she spent some time working and thieving at the docks, eventually snuck on board a ship destined for Khop, and spent some time apprenticing the art of an assassin. At the age of fourteen she spent a year as one of the most fearsome hunters of the isle, her true identity always a secret, she was swift and precise. Almost legendary. The people who sought her skills through shady contacts were those who sought the best. Then one day just after her fifteenth birthday a raid nearby went terribly wrong and fire raged through the streets. Asleep, she was rendered further unconscious as the oxygen around her was consumed, but she soon awoke, choking on the hot smoke, and rolled out of the path of falling timbers. She salvaged what she could from her apartment and escaped. She ran for the water. Injured and exhausted, she found a small vessel moored at the docks, clambered inside, and crawled to the darkest, smallest corner of the hull she could find. Covering herself with a dusty tarp, she surrendered to exhaustion and the steady rocking and creaking of the ship. Some time later she awoke and discovered that the ship had…blah blah blah. Sorry this got way to long. I’ll try to sum up quickly with less storytelling. The ship was going to Fet. A Taurus midwife took her in and nursed her back to health. This woman showered so much kindness and goodness on her that she began to regain some of herself. This woman’s husband was a Taurus who trained on the island. After regaining her health Evelyn joined him and proved herself a worthy and respectable fighter as well. So he accepted her and they trained together for a time. Eventually she went with the couple on a weekend trip to Lerane. She ended up wishing them well, thanking them for everything, and promising to see them again. She stayed in Fae for a week. (At this point she is sixteen). She then made her way back to Roanan, failed to find where their old house had been. Spent a month and a half in the city, then found passage to Mirr. She has now been seventeen for a couple of months, lives in Mirr doing a variety of work, and that brings us to present day.
Physical Description:
-----.About 5’6” (if we are to measure in the way we are used to), she is fairly slender. Her muscles are lean and long like a dancer’s, so she is stronger than she appears. Though naturally her hair is a golden-brown, she has colored it a darker brown. Her skin is not tan, though it is not ghostly pale either. At first glance one might think her pretty; the first reaction wouldn’t be “gorgeous!” If she does focus on her innate Libran ability to manipulate the opposite sex, she can appear dazzlingly sexy, and alluring. However, she has difficulty doing this or taking herself seriously when she does, because of self-esteem issues, she finds it hard to believe that she could be sexy or honestly attractive to the opposite sex.
-----.Because of her physical training, she is generally very coordinated and her movements seem almost choreographed (though this is not something people pick up on at all), but then she will randomly fall or trip over something. She generally dresses in loose clothing to conceal the hidden daggers she keeps strapped on at all times. She wears neutral colours to blend into a crowd. However, at random moments she finds herself in a nice outfit, just being the seventeen year old girl that she is. For some reason her hair seems to change daily: down loose one day, up in a knot the next, then braided, then partly gathered at the back, etc. On the day she left her mother, she took her mother’s necklace, it is a simple pendant, but she wears it, hidden, almost every day. Another item is a metallic, woven chain that she wears daily. She picked it up in Roanan during her revisit there, and a small story goes with that acquiring. Sometimes it is wrapped around her wrist like a band or bracelet; at other times it can be seen tied around her waist or even in her hair (this last one is rare). She can use it like a thin whipcord if needed.
Extras:
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 11:59 pm
Gaia username: Bladesfire
Character Name: Scriptrius Post!
Race: Human (?) wink
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: I be fishy!
Where are you from? Jaxton
Are you a boy or girl?: Dude
Age: Four and score
Profession: merchant extraordinaire! Or con man. Take your pick.
Weapon: Magic and handgun
Eyes: lavender
Hair: dirty blonde, spiky/curly
Personality: Fun, adventurous, wily, self-important, egotistical, kind of a sociopath but not quite. He secretly longs for acceptance, but he would never tell anyone that he just wants to be liked/loved. His life has made him shut down his emotions because he doesn't like feeling vulnerable. If someone tries to be kind and open up to him, he ruins it because he doesn't want to give them ammo or a way in to hurt him. He has emotional scars and daddy issues, and he's not sure how to feel about his mother... His weakness makes him prefer people who won't try to relate to him on an emotional level and people who will play with him and let him be undependable. He's not really a flake. If he says he'll do something, he'll see to it, because he only agrees to do something for others very rarely, and only when there's something in it for him. He's like Nicolae and Jack Sparrow and the goofy sidekick all in one.
Background Story: Script is from Jaxton. Oddly, his mom was a pisces and his dad was a scorpio. How those two ever got along nobody knows. His dad had anger issues and a short temper with him, but not with his mother. Until he returned and found that the mom cheated because he was gone on a quest somewhere in the forest to dominate the hostile centaurs. Then he hit her. Hard. Too hard. When she woke up, he was gone. Forever. Script came home from his playing (age 7), and his mom told him she fell. When his father never came home, she thought he assumed he was killed by the centaurs, but he wasn't stupid. He was psychic, and so he started kind of hating his mother from then on for cheating on his dad, but he hated his dad for hurting her and abandoning him.
They had issues with poverty after that. Script started stealing things for his mother and eventually came to like the shiny little niceties he was bringing home for her.
One of his friends had a ferret named Pubsy, but Script thought that was a stupid name... the friend then gave the ferret to him as a birthday gift, and Script renamed it Quill and taught it to steal little things for him.
One time around age 20 or 21, a carriage passed by him on the side of the road and stopped. When he caught up, a handkerchief waved out the window to flag him down. The flash of color struck his fancy, so he didn't ignore the woman as he would have otherwise done. She asked for directions, and he joined her and directed her to an inn where he wooed her and was gone with the bit of cloth the next morning.
Physical Description: You want to know how sexy I am, don't you? XD
Tall (6'2" or 6'3"), kinda lanky, but still strong enough to kick your a**. Thank you very much. Tanned skin from making honest money on the water, but not too tan because of my midnight dealings.
I like jewelry :3 Gold, Ice, and colorful shiny things are my favorite, so my dress is eclectic in the truest sense of the word... I like amethysts and emeralds, then sapphires, then rubies, then onyx. Gems!
Gray duster, iridescent green-yellow vest, red-green-purple plaid scarf, red leather belt, blue jeans that have turned brown at the bottom, pink sneakers.... Don't judge me. They seemed like a good idea at the time, and they provide wonderful arch support. 4laugh
Gold teardrop stud earring, brown hobo gloves with lots of rings, and finally a puka shell choker necklace. <3
Extras: Pet ferret named Quill.... >> "Stranger" by Frida Snell might fit me, but it's too self-conscious for my overconfident tastes
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 6:24 pm
Gaia username: Rez-0-Lution
Character Name: Garret
Race: Centaur
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: Aries, babe! What about you?
Where are you from? The plains. You think you can grow something this good in a city?
Are you a boy or girl?: I am a stunning display of machismo and bravado.
Age: 25
Profession: While they say I’m a guard, I prefer the term ‘pain specialist’
Weapon: Beyond my chiseled abs? I’m pretty handy with a mace and spear
Eyes: Golden, like a field of wheat in May
Hair: I keep my ‘do in an unkempt and daring mohawk. It’s silver and, naturally, drives the lady centaurs wild.
Personality: I’ve been told many times I am, “brash, compulsive, crude, filthy, bold, and stupid.” None of these words do my mightiness justice. I prefer to simply refer to myself as, “amazing” and leave it at that.
Background Story: I was born to a family of true blooded centaurs, during a party, between drinks of beer. The next day I was running with the herd. After about two years I could drink more, swear louder, and fight longer than anybody else in my herd. They got jealous and kicked me out. Eventually, I made it to Mirr and got hired as a guard for some stupid old building. Boring work, but you can buy a lot of beer with the salary they give you. And the ladies like a man in uniform. Heh.
Physical Description: I’m pretty much perfection embodied, but for those who’ve never seen me, I’m a grey centaur, around 19 hands high. I have a bunch of muscles in all the right places, some of which are unseen under my armor. Care to take a look?
Extras: I wear my Mirr issued armor while at work, but if I’m going on an adventure, I’m gonna dump this junk. I keep my mace handy, but other than that I don’t want to carry a bunch of crap around. I also like girls. And any girl who doesn’t like me back is either brain dead or just not yet fully convinced of how awesome I am. As the sacred guardian of incredibleness, it is my solemn duty to open their eyes to my amazingness.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:32 pm
Gaia username: SilentBreeze90
Character Name: Lavan Colm Nestor
Race: Wizard
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: I may be a Virgo, madame, but I am no baby.
Where are you from? Silverbarrow
Are you a boy or girl?: I am a full-grown man, thank you very much.
Age: 24
Profession: Healer/Priest
Weapon: Weapons? Oh, I guess I ought to dust off those old staff-fighting lessons before I go haring off, hm?
Eyes: Amber
Hair:. Light platinum blond locks are long enough to always seem to be in the way as they tend to cover my eyes when I need sight the most.
Personality:
Formal and always courteous to the letter, people sometimes describe my behavior as prim and perhaps prudish. Not a particularly nice person in general, I am inclined to believe that the other priests just assumed I would never need a good bedside manner since I’m good enough not to really use it often. Although slightly sarcastic when it pleases me, I nevertheless always make sure that my irony can easily be mistaken for seriousness so that the incredibly tacit insults can take hours, or even days to sink into their victims. Sometimes even then they’re still left wondering whether they were actually insulted or if I meant everything I said in the nicest way possible. Always having been the best in my class, I have, with good cause, a very healthy since of pride in myself. Some would even go so far as to say it is too healthy for my or anyone else’s good but I am disinclined to agree. When you’re this good, you might as well show the world, and act the part.
Background Story:
Scouted out at the age of 5 by a wandering priest who collected talented children, I left my family early to study in Silverbarrow, never again hearing any news of their health. A child prodigy at the white magic healing arts, I moved quickly and surely through the ranks of the brotherhood, and quickly attained the status of master healer, becoming the youngest full-fledged healer in ages. As a healer in training and a wizard, I learned all the normal cures and remedies of bone-setting, medicines, herbs and potions, and added onto that the means of curing through pure magic. I also trained in the basics of self-defence. Even if there had been a Tauran bodyguard who I liked (and who was willing to deal with me full-time) I wouldn’t have wanted to depend solely on another person to protect myself. There are a lot of unscrupulous people out there, and I will likely be forced to treat them eventually. A little crack on the head here and there ought to quiet them down a bit without leaving any lasting damage.
The one disgrace I’ve been forced to put up with revolves around a rather simple problem. I’ve made it through to bronze, but I’m not ready to settle on bronze when I could have, no, when I deserve to have a gold trim position. I’m the best of my age, and better than most who are older than me, but there are only so many people who make it to Silverbarrow to be healed: only so many new illnesses whose cures need discovering. I’m not going to stop at bronze, even if it means venturing out into the world I left so long ago. I’ll go out into the world and I’ll help more people than those old busy-bodies, invent new ways of healing, and then they won’t be able to deny my position as the greatest healer of them all.
Physical Description:
Average weight and middling height combine to create an overall average body: neither fat nor thin, built nor puny. A sharp pointed chin and a nose that never seems able to keep my glasses up on my face are my twin curses from genetics. Oh yes. And then there are my eyes. Golden, amber, sherry, whiskey, the words slip off the tongues of those who try to find the proper way of describing the so-called beautiful orbs, but I’ve always considered them unnatural. It’s just not right for people to call my eyes the color of some alcoholic beverage I wouldn’t drink to save my life.
I’ve never really bothered with sports, so perhaps my body is not as toned and hardened as I would like, but with exercise and healthy eating, I maintain my figure, unlike many of the pot-bellied men who I’ve known to participate in hard labor. Still, it’s very unlikely to find me in any state of undress when in public settings. The blue robe I wear is typical of the priests of my order, with long sleeves and half-cloak lined with different colors and made from different material based on ranking within the order. With blue silk and bronze trim, I’m nearly to the top, but I seem to have hit a bit of a roadblock concerning my advancement. Long white pants fitted loosely and followed by fine black loafers are the usual attire underneath the robe, impractically becoming dirty within an hour of rough walking, but then, my order was never much known for traveling out into the world or leaving any distance from our city.
Extras: ----
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:26 am
Gaia username: Ma Sai The Caged Tiger
Character Name: Crest Vallencie
Race: Human
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: Taurus
Where are you from? Born in Caverton
Are you a boy or girl?: Male
Age: 22
Profession: Mercenary
Weapon: Long sword
Eyes: Crystalline Blue
Hair: Long black hair, worn slightly rugged and free. He cuts it himself, usually only enough to that he can see during a fight, and short enough that it doesn't weigh him down too much in the back.
Personality: Crest isn’t really much when it comes to personality, most of his emotions he keeps to himself. At a glance, he seems to be of the stoic nature that behooves most Taurens (Pun intended). It is this same simple nature that leads him to walk on his own, though he will not turn away from those in need of help. Still, once done with his deed, if in a group he will settle on the far side of camp to be alone in his thoughts. Often he will be found by himself contemplating the deeper thoughts in life, meditating over a ripple in the pond or the whisper in the leaves of trees.
However, saying that he is the quiet type doesn’t necessarily mean he is a mute. When the time arises, and something needs to be said, Crest will do so if no other steps forward. His thoughts are to the point, straightforward, and most importantly reasonable. Reckless he is not, the young man would rather take a few minutes to strategize rather than just run in with steel bared. Likelihood of him traveling with companions is slim, unless they are in need, or the chance arises that he is missing the company. Rarely he feels the urge to be among humanoids, but it does happen, leaving him to seek out caravans in need of protection along trade routes filled with highwaymen and monsters.
Background Story: Growing up in the secluded area of his home, Crest was extremely inquisitive and precocious, leading his parents who were Taurens themselves to worry about their offspring. It was in the family generation to generation to be a Taurus, but this young lad exhibited nothing but the stubborn persistence of one. Upon reaching young adolescence, however, he became party to a momentous change in his livelihood. His father was taken down during the escort of cargo to Mirr, leaving he and his mother to fend for themselves.
His father’s death was quite a blow to the young man, turning him rather abruptly into the picture of a stoic Tauren. Though his mother was tough and hardy, she was not as used to the battle side of her sign. Within a few scant months, Crest changed from an outgoing inquisitive boy to a quiet soldier in training, using everything that his father had taught him to be able to provide what his mother could not with her own market goods. It was a simple life, filled with small travels out with wagons that had no protection through the woods.
Upon reaching adulthood, he felt the growing need to find himself make its’ presence known. His mother, seeing that he was growing restless, took it upon herself to sell their home and announce that she was moving in with her younger sister, who was raising five children while her husband was doing his own adventuring. It was an easy solution, as his aunt needed the help and he needed the space. Thus he began to wander, making sure to keep in contact with her through letters and small parcels to help out when he could.
Physical Description: His body is slender and willowy, not as svelte as an elf, having whipcord muscle and toned flesh just below his armaments. Said armaments are those of his late father, worn with pride and hope to honor his name in his excursions. Each piece was a delicate creation that a centaur of Overtone took great care to mold and create, giving it an odd dark green-blue sheen that only the best metals can produce while being bent and re-bent. Stationed at his elbows were three spikes, giving him extra offense during close combat or the ability to thrash away in a sneak attack.
His sword, another family heirloom, has been in the family far longer. The steel dates back to his great grandfather, whose brother cast upon it a mighty enchantment so that the steel would never lose its’ edge. The man named the sword ‘Aria’, for the way it sang as it flew through the air towards its’ mark. Added to his weapons and armor was a simple brown cloak,
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Pets:Though the going in the forest was often too thick for a horse, Crest still required one for his travels on the roads. With him always is a deep chocolate young male named Astor, his dark colored coat glossy and well maintained.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 11:46 pm
Gaia username: RaInBoWdAsHiNg
Character Name: Elessar Lossëhelin
Race: Elf
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: Sagittarius
Where are you from? Maldette
Are you a boy or girl?: Male
Age: 21
Profession: I am Robin Hood
Weapon: Bow and arrow
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Long blonde hair that has a few braids scattered within
Personality:
On the outside, it may seem like I am mysterious and unapproachable, but I assure you that is just a facade, a reputation that I must uphold. Really, I am a nice guy. I have a sarcastic side, and a good sense of humor. When I am not doing my "job", I like to hang out with the people under the pretense of a commoner.
I mean, I am a commoner, I'm just not common. I hate being serious all of the time, and I am fiercely, fiercely loyal.... so don't get on my bad side, and don't threaten my friends.
Background Story:
Let's see. I grew up in a forest village where nothing exciting ever happened... ever. We were a people at one with nature. And for most of us, that was okay. Not me. I was born with a sense of justice, and I knew there was more out there than the quite do nothingness of my small village, and I knew there was evil. I decided that for some reason, it was job to stop this evil.
Most of our people were trained with a bow only to hunt for the necessities, and I was rather good at that. Which could have also been because of the perfect aim spell I cast on my bow, but whatever, I was still a natural. Once I grew up to the ripe old age of 18, I decided I was ready to leave the peace and throw myself into the chaotic world. My parents warned me it was a bad idea. But I had some relatives in Roanan, and so that was to be my first destination.
Along the way, I came across a very rude escort of royalty who didn't much care that there were other people on the road. The cart flipped itself on a rock or something, and those who stared, or were even near the scene of the accident got fined.... I rather large sum too. As if they could afford something like that. Well, that didn't sit well with me, and so this became my first act that brought me one step closer to notoriety (According to the government), or heroness (According to the commoners)
With the flash of my arrows, I took the guards out, took the little prince captive, and demanded a ransom. They had no choice but to give into my demands, not knowing that I had never intended to hurt the little princeling. I just played games with him and told him that when he became king, he had to be a good king, and take care of his people. He liked not having to be inside the castle walls all day, and he took my words to heart... or so I hope.
Well, I finally made it to town, and met up with those relatives,who proceeded to show me a wanted sign. And yep, you guessed it. It had my name and face plastered all over the front. I was famous! But not in a good way. I had a nice little sum of money that I used to pay off the guards, and the rest I gave back to the people anonymously, of course. But I think they knew who did it anyway.
Well,I couldn't possibly stay in Roanan, but then again, I couldn't really stay anywhere for long without getting vaught.So I took up residents in the woods outside of towns, or in abandoned buildings, or the sewers, or really anywhere secret and covert. I never stayed in one city for more than a week at a time, but I began to draw followers, who would carry on, and keep a lookout in all of the cities. In fact, I had pretty much created a network of loyal followers who wanted revenge on the government, and to take back what was rightfully there's and help those less fortunate!
And yup, I'm still doing it today!
Physical Description: Well,you already know what my face looks like... sort of. I have pointy ears as well, but it's covered by my hair. I have some lightweight chainmail that I wear underneath my green tunic, and I have arm shields as well... I don't know what they are specifically called. And I have a very beautiful cloak handed down to my by my father. It has some protective magic in it. Like, enough to save me from fatal injuries. But it isn't indestructible. I have a pair of brown riding pants and knee high boots. Yes, the get up can be pretty hot and uncomfy, but it provides great defence, and even better cover when I am in the woods. And it is boobie trapped in case you were wondering. I have a bow strapped my back, partially hidden by my cloak, and a few hidden daggers in emergencies.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:11 pm
Gaia username: Erratic Rhapsody
Character Name: Crystella Soliese
Race: Wizard
Hey baby, what’s your sign?: Aries
Where are you from? Everywhere.
Are you a boy or girl?: Female
Age: 19
Profession: Gypsy Performer
Weapon: Magic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: My hair is a dark brown and almost looks black. I wear it down with a gold and blue ornament in it.
Personality: I'm a fairly warmhearted person and love adventure. I have the mentality that I will get what I want. I'm determined and can be a little vain at times. I have a confidence that can be intimidating, but I do like to help those in need. I'll defend the underdog and have a sense of pride. I love to laugh and entertain. Attention is something I need to thrive. Love. Love is something important even if I don't ever find it. I only really know passion. What can I say? A girl has to get by.
I want to bring smiles and joy to those around me. Don't get me wrong I'm not a fairy princess and not everything is peaches, but I try to be optimistic. Of course...there's always a dark side. When you get me mad I'm mad. I will get even. I am not opposed to using sex appeal to get what I want...again...I get what I want. I enjoy company...of any kind if you know what I mean. So, I'm confident, sexy, independent, and caring. Sugar and spice is the best way to be.
Background Story: Well, I'm a gypsy that much is for sure. I've been told that the people who found me are not my real parents. I don't know who they are. Oh, right...I was found in a basket near the river by a band of gypsies. The woman who was essentially the "leader's" wife. They decided it was a blessing since they had never had a child. I was a gift from the gods to them. They took care of me the best they could. I was very much so raised by the village if that makes any sense.
I noticed that I had special abilities when I was young. Since my parents were not wizards they didn't have the best way to teach me. But I soon learned after teaching myself. It definitely helped with entertaining a crowd. Since traveling is our way of life I sometimes left the group to go my own way. It wasn't uncommon and I always knew where I could find my family again. I now have the opportunity to travel with a group in search of relics. It should be fun.
Physical Description: I have blue eyes and dark, dark brown hair. There are two hair ornaments in a section of my hair. My skin is lightly tanned due to sun exposure. My nails are on the long side and usually dirty since I travel quite a bit. Since I'm a performer my muscles are toned. I have been told my butt is a bit of a bubble and my chest is desirable without being back breaking.
I wear little clothing in performances that is some type of elongated cloth of crimson. In normal attire I wear a flowy skirt and a top that covers my chest with sleeves that slide off the shoulders. Of course it shows off my stomach. I always have a ruby cloak that covers me from head to toe. It has little slits where I can stick my arms through without exposing my body. I have a gold necklace, bracelets, anklets, one armband on my left arm, and a gold garter on my thigh. These accessories were gotten by...almost all tasteful means. Some of them I got by using sex appeal. Hey, I like and get what I want.
Extras: She is adept in light and fire magic. She can create a light of butterflies for entertainment. She can create fire and manipulate it to use for tricks and shows. She's never particularly used it to fight. That is the only type of magic she can do. It is element specific. She can also pick up an already existing flame.
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