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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:41 pm
§ Profile Skeleton §
Here is a Skeleton. But you may change or alter as you see fit. I just wanted to give a basis. Any questions? Just ask me.
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Username:
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Name:
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Age:
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Race: (It is a fantasy base, be what you like. Not to outlandish please. Questions? Just ask.)
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Height/Weight: (Technically you could add this in your description. Up too you though.)
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Description: (Describe your character.)
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Picture: (Picture if you like. But is not needed.)
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History: (What is your charries history. Note your charrie doesn't or didn't have to fight in the war.)
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Affiliation: (What side of the war did they fight in? Position? Did they fight for the Lakshia Empire, or the Hars Republic. Or they could have been neutral and sold info.)
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Weapons: (What kind of weapons do they use?)
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Attitude: (Haha, no explanation needed I think. But who is your charrie.)
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War: (If they fought in the war, what did they do. What was there experience. Need info just ask.)
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Mount(s)/Pet(s): (Who/what is your pet(s)/mount(s). try to make it somewhat believable. But I will make exceptions. Just nothing to crazy. Really I will even allow dragons to a point. But your dragon has to be kill-able. Just saying...)
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 9:05 am
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Username: Philosopher Omega
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Name: Ahrim Enki Pazuzzu
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Gender: Male
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Age: 26
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Race: Human
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Height/Weight: 6'5". 206 LBs.
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Description: A tall brown skinned man, whose face is always covered in black cloth revealing only his eyes. He is muscular, and clad in loose-fitting clothes that are all black. Underneath the cloth is a face of unmatched perfection and symmetry. It is as if he was born of an angel. He has black hair that would hang down to his mid-back if not held up in the cloth around his head. It is all done up in braids with some finger-bones tied in it. He has hazel eyes that seem to pierce to the very soul, one of his eyebrows is missing and the flesh is scarred as if burned. His teeth are flawless. His lips perfect, the slope of his jaw constructed perfectly.
His arms and chest are covered in tattoos. All written incantations and symbols, using blood as the base for the ink. His body is flawless. Perfect abs, perfect everything.
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History: Ahrim was born in a poor family. His family, for all recorded generations before him, had always been poor. They had also always lived in the same place. In the middle of the desert, where they would raise goats, and camel. And They would provide refuge for travelers seeking their way across the desert.
Ahrim's Great grandfather had two wives. Leta and Etheril. Leta was his mistress, beautiful, graceful, a prize to be had. Etheril was a ugly woman, but she worked hard, and had dreams of true love. Though she didn't think she would find such a thing in this life, she pressed on nevertheless.
One evening, when the stars were scattered thickly across the sky, there came a traveler who was dying of thirst. Ahrim's Great Grandfather took the man in to the pleadings of his wives, who didn't wish death on any man. The man was wasted to nearly nothing, and Ahrim's Great grandfather knew the man wouldn't live long.
Thinking it to be a bad omen to be around a dying man, Ahrim's great Grandfather took Leta away for a trip to town, not wishing the bad luck upon him or his pretty wife. He set off under the pretense that he would be selling some of their Goats in exchange for some other supplies.
Etheril, knew this for a lie, and cried for days after her husband departed. The story goes that her tears fell into the mouth of the dying man and brought him to consciousness for what he said would be his last night. The man took Etheril's hand and thanked her for allowing him to live one last time. He then asked her what she wished in return. She answered "Love".
That night, Her and the man made love on the bed of Ahrim's Great grandfather's bed. And as they finished, The Master of the house and his beautiful wife returned. When he saw this man lying naked with his other wife he got into a rage. He ran forward and strangled the man to death.
The Traveller's spirit climbed from the corpses mouth and revealled itself to be a Jinn. It spoke the words as it pointed to Etheril, "For love is what she wished, and love is what she shall have, For all time, you shall not have eyes for any but those of Etheril's Blood!" Then the vanished, taking a frightened Leta with it into places unknown.
Immediatly, Ahrim's Great Grandfather was filled with Lust, and he forced himself upon a unwanting Etheril. She then regretted her choices.
Months later a daughter was born, Etheril died giving birth. Ahrim's GGF instantly fell in love with the babe, thinking it the most beautiful thing in the world. And by the time it was old enough to procreate, he made love to it. It in turn got pregnant, and died at child birth. The process was repeated, only this time was born a son. Ahrim Enki Pazuzzu. With nobody to raise him except his great great grandfather, Ahrim was treated brutally. His Father wanted him to leave as soon as he was able to escape the desert.
When the day came that Ahrim's father told him to leave, he was only six. Infuriated, Ahrim stabbed His father in the face. The old man died, his flesh rotted and his bones turned to dust, and in the pile sat a bottle. Ahrim opened it and out came a tiny winged creature. It had the body of a beautiful woman, and it introduced itself as the spawn of Ahrim's father and Great great Grandmother. That she was a jinn, and her soul purpose was to grant a wish to who had the most of Etheril's blood in his veins after his father died. Ahrim, being a child, said he wanted to be the greatest warrior of all time. THe Jinn giggled and told him "wish granted" and then left. The rest of Ahrim's life has been one battle after another. He is known as The Adversary. He currently works as a sellsword.
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Affiliation: N/A
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Weapons: Scimitar
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Attitude: Quiet. One would think shy, or serious, but he is usually lost in thought. This demeanor changes in battle, when he charges the enemies with a major bloodrage and a roar that could make a dragon piss them-self.
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War: Ahrim was wandering when the war caught up to him. He had been avoiding it for some time. But knew he would inevitably fight in it. There was a day when two armies joined in combat, and Ahrim just entered the fray, he was on neither side, and killed men from both, until he stood amongst a mountain of corpses, that the scouts spread the news of for hundreds of miles. The Adversary, the warbreaker, The one man army. Ahrim has still not been swayed to either side, but he enjoys entering the battle nevertheless.
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Mount(s)/Pet(s): Currently N/A
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 4:12 pm
I've never actually truly done a rp before so bear with me sweatdrop
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Username:Okami No Kage_Arya_
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Name:Arya
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Gender:female
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Age:16
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Race:Elf
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Height/Weight:"5'3" 120lbs
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Descrpition:A short elf, she has long curly black hair, and green eyes, her features are catlike, in fact she is even agile like a cat. She's thin due to her living on the streets, even though she's short and thin she's well built with natural muscle, and a very femine shape. All of her clothes are made sloppily out of cheap cloth, a short green skirt, socks that have been patched up so many times they almost have soles, and long gloves that the fingers have been ripped off unevenly, for a shirt she uses bandadges to cover her breasts, the only peice of clothing that hasn't been made sloppily is an old tattered and torn cape that belonged to her mother. She's always covered in dirt, scrapes, and bruises.
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History:When Arya was little she traveled with her parents, who went around saving animals who have been beaten, starved, or were dying of illness. They lived out of a small cart that had nothing but food, medicines, and clothing. One day Arya's parents saved two dragon eggs from a witch who was afraid of full grown dragons but loved baby dragons, because of this fear of her's she put a spell on the two dragon eggs so they would never grow past a baby. They took the eggs planning on undoing the spell, shortly afterwards the two eggs hatched, a black male, and a green female. Shortly after arriving in town, Arya ran off to play with the two newly hatched dragons, upon returning to the cart, her home, she found it in a mess someone had atemped to rob it, only to realize there was nothing worth taking, upon further investigation she found that whoever tried to rob them killed her parents first. After her parent's deaths she didn't know what to do she just lived out of the small cart, which she moved into an alleyway, never going outside, she would have starved to death had she not heard wimpering outside one night, when she left to investigate she found someone had brutally beaten to death a Border Collie and her 5 pups she saw no sign of life amongst the carnage so she didn't know where the wimpering came from, but with the little money her parents left she decided she might as well find something to eat. When she returned she found out what had made the wimpering noise, the runt of the litter was still alive, just barely, but alive nontheless. So she fed it and it became one of her pets, she decided she would do what her parents did and save dying animals.
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Weapons:Arya's father had left her dual-swords which he had taught her to use as defense
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Attitude: Arya doesn't trust people as is easy to see why, her parents had been murdered for a selfish reason, and she sees the worst of people when she's going around to find animals who have been subject to cruealty. She interacts with animals like they are people, and never says a word to another person. She loves art she draws in the dirt with sticks, and sings to herself. She secretly wants to feel loved again like she did with her parents, she's just too scared to reach out to people.
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Mounts/Pets: Since Arya feels closer to animals than people she surrounds herself with any animal she sees but the ones that follow her everywhere are these: Toby(Border Collie she saved) Maggie(Austalian Shepard she saved from starving to death a little while after saving Toby) Midori(The green female dragon her parents rescued as an egg) Kuro(The Black male dragon that was saved with midori the spell never was reversed so they are still babies and very weak)
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I hope that's okay with the dragons and stuff just tell me if its not
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:37 am
Username: Clockwork Hunter ~~~~~~ Name: Alana Articus ~~~~~~ Gender: Female ~~~~~~ Age: 22 ~~~~~~ Race: Human/Immortal ~~~~~~ Height/Weight: 5"4' 120 lbs ~~~~~~ Description: Alana has a lean body with a moderate muscle build. She prides herself in her quick reflexes. Her hair cascades past her shoulders and is light brown. Her eyes are an intense hazel. She is usually in her armor but occasionally dresses casually, never wears a dress though. ~~~~~~ Picture: Picture~~~~~~ History: Her father was King Lumen but he raised her in the shadows. Teaching her what he knew of combat. He taught her the strategies of war, how to battle with and without a sword, and also made a scholar out of her. Before her father died he had one last gift for her. On his death bed he motioned for his most trusted servant to enter the room, he handed her a golden goblet. Her father told her to drink. She did. She became immortal. Though she never understood why her father didn't drink it himself and what the elixir even was. ~~~~~~ Affiliation: Did not fight in the war. ~~~~~~ Weapons: Standard sword ~~~~~~ Attitude: Very reserved and tactful. ~~~~~~ War: N/A ~~~~~~ Mount(s)/Pet(s): Alana can ride horses but does not have one of her own. She does have a falcon named Fulken she uses to send messages and he is somewhat protective of her.
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