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 Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 6:00 pm
Name: Simon Peter Race: Human Age: 25 Personality: Simon is gentle, caring, and also naïve. Unwavering determination, and an eye for details makes him quite good at his passion, archeology. Unfortunately, Simon has spent far too long alone in the empty rooms of ruins and libraries. As a result, Simon has little experience dealing with people outside of theory. Appearance: Simon is average height, standing five feet eleven inches with dark brown hair and light blue eyes the color of ice. He wears blue tinted glasses and a goofy red bowtie. His clothes are worn and dusty from his travels and smell of musty books. Weapons: None Special Powers: None Pic: ”There is so much we have yet to learn from the past.” Bio: Simon is a young archeologist traveling Verspya in attempts to understand and gather its vast history. He is an expert in ancient languages and text, though relatively unknown in his field. This has never mattered to Simon, as the opinions of others have never mattered much to him unless it involved his theories or findings. He has spent seven years alone on the road, never tiring of his quest for knowledge.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:01 pm
Name: Drake Shepard Race: Human Age: 30 Personality: Drake is silent, calm, and very passive. He doesn't seem to like anything, or hate anything at all. Drake is just interested in living the rest of his life in peace. Appearance: Drake stands tall at six feet and one inch. He is well built under the suit that covers his entire body save for his head and neck. The suit itself is a mix of blues and greys with glowing blue lines running up and down the surface. He hides most of it under a dirty tan cloak. Drakes’ age appears around twenty due to the experiment leaving him unable to age. His eyes are grey and his hair is golden. Weapons: Daggers hidden all over the suit. Special Powers: Drakes’ suit allows him to step beneath the physical plain, allowing him to become both invisible and intangible for short periods of time. Pic:“Who am I? Oh, just a drifter…” Bio: Drake was born into a family of professional assassins. He spent his childhood learning both stealth and how to kill. At the age of twenty one, he was chosen by his family to participate in an experiment that would allow him to surpass the natural limits set by the human body. The first steps seemed a never ending nightmare of needles and medication, finally culminating in a fusion with a prototype battle suit. A mixture of magic and cutting edge science, the suit was supposed to give him the ability to become completely invisible and sustain the changes that had been made to his body. During its first test, something malfunctioned and Drake was suspended in time for fifty years. When the suit finally stabilized, he found that the entire building had been destroyed. Walls warped in strange angles, and anything organic that had been within a mile of the facility was now dead. This suit was now keeping him alive, forcing him to wear it or risk rapid aging after a period of more than a few hours. Yet at the same time, he found it was slowly killing him on the inside. He left the laboratory and his profession behind, choosing to enjoy what time he had remaining.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 3:10 pm
Name: Geoffrey Hamilton Race: Human Age: 6 (He was 48 when he died) Personality: Geoffrey is a gruff, grumpy, battle hardened soldier, even though he looks like a young child. He has no tolerance for anything, and no filter when dealing with others. Geoffrey is also sensitive about his appearance. He hates whenever people treat him like a child, a trait that usually leads to trouble. Because he has the body of a child, Geoffrey is subject to occasional acts of immaturity. Despite his many shortcomings, he is actually very loyal and intelligent. Appearance: Geoffrey looks like a six year old child, standing only three foot two inches with a round, soft face. His hair is light brown and his eyes are hazel. He wears an adult’s tunic with a hood far too big for his small head. Geoffrey also rides a giant salamander he has named “Simon.” Weapons: A Khopesh Special Powers: None Pic:“Don’t ever, call me little…” Bio: Geoffrey was a great warrior who died in glorious combat. His soul was to be taken to the golden hall to feast and fight with his fallen comrades. Instead, he found himself waking up completely disoriented and feeling very small. Eventually Geoffrey left his new family behind, leaving to rebuild his life.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 4:35 pm
Name: Jack Baker Race: Human Lich Age: 72 Personality: Jack is cocky, full of himself, and loves to brag. He’s been described as a jerk, and shirks away from responsibility as if it would kill him. This is ironic considering his immortality has desensitized him to danger. Yet, despite actively displaying these traits, Jack seems to be hiding bits of a personality he has long since hidden in the recesses of his soul. Appearance: When human, Jack is a dashing young man in hand tailored clothing. However, in his Lich form, he is nothing but bones in a desiccated black cloak. A faint green glow emanates from his empty eye sockets. Weapons: An ornate, silver lined dagger. Special Powers: Immortality and while in the form of the lich, the ability to bring forth fire from his hands and mouth. The coin in his chest is the key to his immortality. Pic:” Care to make a wager?” Bio: Jack was an ordinary human, a young vagabond who traveled as an unsuccessful thief and gambler. One day, while traveling through a small mountain village, he gambled with a strange, ancient looking man who promised him a great reward if he could beat him at a game of wits. Jack got lucky and won, much to the old man’s surprise. As a result, Jack was given immortality. However, the magician had not warned Jack of the consequences of the procedure. Every night, one hour after sunset until one hour before sunrise Jack would shed his skin, having nothing but his bones and a long billowing cloak. In the morning, his form would return, just as refreshed as if having had a long night’s sleep and a large meal. The only way to end this cycle would be to destroy the coin binding Jacks soul to his body. Having nothing to do but wait for eternity to end, Jack traveled all over Verspya perfecting his gambling skills, and amassing a huge fortune.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:41 am
Name: Alice Smith Race: Human Age: 17 Personality: Alice is quiet, and keeps to herself most of the time. She is also very independent and borderline stubborn, refusing help from others. She shies away from getting too attached to anything. Appearance: She is very dull, often wearing plain outfits without any kind of makeup. Her hair is faded, though well kept. She has the overall appearance of somebody who is not well, even walking with a kind of slouch. Weapons: A utility knife she keeps hidden in her clothes. Special Powers: None Pic:”…Oh…Hi…” Bio: Alice was a loner since she was small. She never seemed to get along with any of the children. As she grew, she was bullied and teased. She never told her parents, who were too busy to be bothered anyway. She had no talents, and no passion. When Alice was older, her parents died in an accident, and she was left alone to finish her education. Now living in poverty, without any family or friends, Alice spends her days living in her tiny apartment alone.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 7:13 pm
Name: Eric Walker Race: Human (Undead) Age: 122 Personality: Eric is distant, preferring not to share his feelings with others. Eric is also kind and patient. Appearance: Eric’s skin is covered in a homemade preserving makeup that hides his pale, dead skin. His hair has lost its natural pigment, so he dyes it blond. Eric tries to hide his dead, glossy eyes with a pair of tinted glasses. To hide the rest of his decay, Eric tries to cover his whole body in clothing, even tying a scarf around his neck. To mask the scent of death. Weapons: Saber Special Powers (Body): Eric does not feel pain, and damage to his organs does not affect him. Pic:”Maybe the dead really are just sleeping.” Bio: Eric was once a young soldier charged with the task of defending travelers through the Kami Forest. A kind young man, he faithfully led his passengers through the forest without fail, siding to defend them from the spirits and bandits of the region. One day he was traveling back to the outpost with his unit when they were attacked by a fierce spirit, who mercilessly slaughtered his fellow soldiers. Eric was the last to fall, having been chased into a marsh. The life draining from his body, Eric form slipped under the lily pads growing in the shallow water. As his body sank into the sediment, the lily pads enveloped him above, hiding his remains from the outside world. Decades passed, and the marsh water preserved his body. Finally, after one hundred years of sitting in the mud, Eric’s eyes opened and he sat up surrounded by lotus blossoms. He has since left the marsh behind, and walks among the living neither dead nor alive.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 10:37 pm
Name: Angela of the Thistle Race: Human Witch Age: 14 Personality: Angela is rude and stubborn. She deliberately causes chaos and mischief with little restraint. Though Angela seems to push others away, she actually enjoys the company of others. Her pranks and tricks are actually ways of seeking attention. In truth, she is just a lonely girl looking for people to notice her. Appearance: Angela wears a myriad of odd clothing. Some pieces are too big for her and others are worn. She designed her hat herself, incorporating bits and pieces of things she’s found on her travels. Her eyes are ruby red and her hair unnaturally pink. Angela is thin and short, barely a few inches over five feet and she scowls a lot, sticking her tongue out at passerby. Weapons: A small dagger hidden inside of her hat Special Powers: Her magical abilities are somewhat limited to tricks. However, she has the ability to transform into a thistle plant, the reason behind her title. Pic:”NYAH!!” Bio: Angela was only a baby when her mother passed. With no other family, she was sent to the city orphanage where she grew to the age of six. Angela was always a difficult child, getting into trouble and never playing well with the other children. They didn’t like her unruly nature, and so ignored her. It was around this time when her abilities began to develop. Now unstable, Angela spent the next few years being bounced around orphanages until they could put up with her no further. At the age of nine, she was thrown out onto the streets. Alone and afraid, Angela was picked up by a traveling group, learning tricks from the performers. Finally feeling accepted, she traveled with them for a long time. Eventually though, the troupe was unable to continue and disbanded. Angela was left behind, alone again. She has been traveling ever since.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:43 pm
Name: Maki the Goldfish Race: Goldfish Age: 3 Personality: Usually lighthearted and naïve, Maki is just as ditsy and curious as any pet goldfish. She’s clumsy and forgetful and loves to make everybody happy, regardless of how hard that might be. Appearance: Maki is very small, only two inches in length. Even in human form she is very tiny, standing only six or so inches. In this form, she appears as a young girl with long golden hair and big eyes. Weapons: None Special Powers (Body): Maki can change between fish and human form whenever she pleases and can speak in both. However, even when in human form she must keep her skin moist. Pic:”Sorry about that… it’ll dry” Bio: Maki is the daughter of a wish granting goldfish that was the prized pet of a wealthy lord. She was to be given as a gift to the lords’ youngest niece, but her coach was ambushed and she was forced to run. She has since been traveling between bodies of water trying to find her way back to the lords’ mansion without being detected by humans or eaten by predators.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 1:36 pm
Name: Thorgrim of the Golden Hammer Race: Half-Giant Age: 52 Personality: Thorgrim is overly confident and somewhat arrogant, throwing himself into situations a sane person would avoid. He is very cheerful, and exudes an aura of might and wisdom. He loves to boast about his endeavors to anyone who will listen, draining barrels as he does. Despite his battle happy nature, Thorgrim is gentle and kind, and loves to help the righteous or weak in any way he can. Likes: A great fight, roasted meat, mead, the scent of burning pine, hunting strong things, telling his war stories, weapons that don’t break easily. Dislikes: Cocky little b***ards, losing, running out of mead, hangovers, losing his quarry, selfish people, thieves, tyranny, cold meat, a weak opponent, weapons that break easily, stubbing toes, frostbite, uncomfortable beds, not being able to help. Appearance: Thorgrim stands close to 7 feet tall, towering over most men. His muscles bulge from under his clothing, and his skin is covered in scars. His hair flows in rich brown curls, and his similarly long and curly beard he keeps in a dwarven braid. His clothes and armor are always richly, yet tattered from fighting. Thorgrim doesn’t keep clean very well, and so often smells like earth or blood. Weapons: A giant magical hammer named Iskandar which he can summon at will, as well as a couple daggers and an axe. Special Powers (Body): Thorgrim has an extremely durable body with flesh tougher than oger hide and bones as strong as steel. He heals at the same rate as a human however, but will not age for a very long time. Pic:”You’re quite a large fella aren’t you? But I’ve fought bigger…” Bio: Thorgrim was the result of an affair between the human lord of a small mountain province and the wife of a proud giant warlord. The wreckage brought upon by Thorgrim’s birth was catastrophic. His human father’s army and subjects were slaughtered by the giants, and Thorgrim, just a small babe, was to be thrown down the mountain side to die in the cold. Seeking the help of her nursemaid, Thorgrim’s mother had him smuggled out of her husband’s domain. It was alone in a vast forest that Thorgrim grew, raised by the nursemaid until the age of 13 when she fell ill. Upon her death, Thorgrim left the forest, eventually learning of his natural gift to fight and becoming a great warrior.
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