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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:23 am
I've already put up the Profile Skeleton, but just to jog your memory here's another. I'm allowing two character maximum per person if you want to have more than one character, but each character needs a separate profile.
User Name:
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Race:
Nation: (Oisilin or Kyrn?)
Status: (Knight, Paladin, Spell Caster, Etc. etc. etc.)
Appearance: (You can use either a picture or just use words for this, doesn't matter to me.)
Weapons:
Magic Type: (Only if you're character can use magic, Civilians and Knights cannot use magic. More on Magic Types is in "Rules of Magic, if you're a magic user, read that!)
History: (No amnesia or anything like that. Give an actual history.)
Personality:
Character Song/Quote: (What song or quote matches your character or it's way of life?)
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 8:15 am
User Name: Joey Insanity
Name: Astyer Intei
Nicknames: Ast or Inty
Age: 23
Race: Human
Nation: Oisilin
Status: Paladin
Appearance: (I'm lazy so just using a picture)
Weapons: Astyer uses the common paladin gear, a hand-and-a-half sword, a kite shield with the sun etched onto it, and his mind and magic.
Magic Type: Light Magic
History: Astyer was born an orphan, never knowing his parents for they had abandoned him in the capital city of Oisilin after his birth. The fact that he survived to the age of four on his own is a mystery, but after that he became little more than just a street urchin. He spent his life being a thief, a street fighter, and it was at the age of ten he found he could use light magic, and after that he became a street protector. From the age of ten to fifteen he protected other orphans and street urchins from harm of all kinds with his magic, whether it be harm from hunger to even local law enforcements, but he couldn't fight the law for long before they took him in themselves. They arrested him at fifteen, taking three normal knights and a Paladin to his and his "families" warehouse in the Market District of the Civilian area.. The knights, however, could not defeat him, for even with no training, Astyer's light magic was incredible. The Paladin saw this and instead of arresting him like intended, he offered him a job, a place in the world as a Paladin. Astyer, seeing this as a chance to not only get off the streets but to learn to protect his "family" even better, took the Paladins offer, and went with him. Astyer was a genius in the academy, accomplishing feats in both Light Magic and swordplay that veteran student couldn't even do. It was because of this that he not only graduated early, but he did so in three years, cutting the ten year training and study down by seven. At the age of eighteen he was a full ranked Paladin, already enlisted in the army. As a Paladin he didn't live in the barracks with the rest of his new "Brothers" though, instead he'd live with his old family in the warehouse, keeping them safe and healthy. For four years he did so, until this past year when the nation of Kryn declared war and began to attack in small raiding companies their nations small towns. At the age of twenty-four Astyer requested to be sent to the front lines, where he would be able to help the most, and his request was granted.
Personality: Although he is no longer a street urchin, Astyer keeps much of those personality traits with him. Including his usage of slang and his slight disrespect to his surperiors. Behind this posterior, though, he has a strong sense of justice and believes that with hope and a positive attitude towards the world will get you far. He has a Robin-Hood complex where he believes that rich should give to the poor and he often looks for corrupt, rich men and women to legally arrest and illegally take items from for his "family". He's loyal to his friends, but takes some convincing to actually earn his trust. In a fight he is calm and calculating, only retreating when it is to get a better vantage point for battle that will ensure his victory.
Character Song/Quote: “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”
Maria Robinson
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:20 am
User Name: Omega
Name: Orthog Squid
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 3 in terms of life in this existence.
Race: Cosmic Horror
Nation: Kryn
Status: Spellcaster
Appearance: A middle sized man with very oily skin that doesn't seem to fit over his body quite right. He has brown dreadlocks that go down past his shoulders. He has almost no teeth. His body is covered in scars. He only wears a loincloth. This of course is just the flesh he wears over his true form. His true form cannot exist in this world, and any attempt to become himself would simply kill him. He is a creature of mouths, tentacles, eyes and impossibility. A lesser being from outside reality.
Weapons: His Hands.
Magic Type: He focuses on Necromancy, but knows a little elemental as well.
History: Orthog was a squid from the outer realms of the void. A creature who does not exist in a world that does not exist. He lived for billions of eternities in a world where time had no meaning. He was a king for infinite lifeforms, but it was a hierarchy that had no end. He was the slave of a slave of a slave. The Violet eye of the Blindfolded Queen seared into his many minds, she wanted him. There is no logic in the Void, nor is the knowledge, nor are their questions. What is is not and what is not is because contradictions can exist and the the BitchQueen was hungry. In essence she absorbed him, reverse Mitosis of beings of infinite power.
The squid known as Orthog was removed from the void, and when something stops being nothing it becomes something. Orthog was squeezed into time and reality. With the threat of becoming an eternal slave, Orthog forced himself into a body that could exist in this world. He became took on a human shape. He tried to construct a history that would make sense for the other humans, to meld into their society, and to do so he killed the first man he saw, a spellcaster of the Kryn army. He absorbed the knowledge the man had, and from there he wandered the world with the armies of Kryn. He knows very little about the history of the world, or of morals. He learns from the people he is with and does his best to be like them. He has no aspirations, he simply is. He only continues in this world, because death would mean returning to the essence of the Blindfolded Queen. Something that he does not want.
Personality: Nuts....
Character Song/Quote: "Even if you have nothing. If you have yourself, you have it all."~ Alejandro Jodorowsky
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:46 pm
User Name:
Name: Carthus Gal'Haska
Nicknames: Car
Age: 25
Race: Dark Elf
Nation: Kryn
Status: Necromancer
Appearance: He has grayish skin, being a dark elf, with shorter dark hair. He's usually seen in a black cape and hood, his eyes black with no color to them. As far as form goes he's not particularly muscular, fairly normal and unassuming in any way for a dark elf. He has no markings or blemishes to speak of.
Weapons: A long staff
Magic Type: Necromancy, Shadow Magic and inexplicably some healing magic.
History: Carthus has an odd past which he often finds himself stricken speechless by. By all rights Carthus has a history of being a coward and a slacker. He has all the ambition of power that most people of Kryn have but lacks all of the courage and drive to bother reaching for it. He was mostly a cheat and pickpocket much of his life within the city of Oggok.
One day he made the mistake of unwittingly stealing from an old Necromancer who caught him in the act. The Necromancer was, indeed, old and had actually only barely been cheating death the pass few years. He had dreams of passing on a legacy, of being a great necromancer. Stunningly, in this thief he saw potential, an affinity for dark magic. So, in exchange for not killing or turning in the young thief, he would make Carthus his apprentice. Teaching him all he knew up until he died scant few years later. In that time he'd lost contact with his family, and delved deep into the darkest arts the world offered him. Learning of death and undeath, of shadows and horrible energies. Many of these teachings found him scarred or injured, of which he actually mastered some healing magic under his master's nose, to heal the damages he'd incurred. Mostly from drive of survival did he learn this, but, also because he was a bit too cowardly to hold a major wound for too long. He hated the sight of his own blood. . .
Unfortunately for Carthus who wanted nothing to do with it the damage had been done, he'd proven a competent if lazy Necromancer that Kryn desperately needed in its forces. So he was recruited, once more with the threat of death or jail given his history which wasn't all that hard to dig up.
Carthus now adays spends his time complaining and following the orders of Kryn, dreaming of simpler times and better days while wishing good fortune to land in his lap.
Character Song/Quote: "Excuse me, I must go research the shadows in the back of my eyelids *Yawn*" -- Carthus, before a major battle.
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