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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 10:08 am
Profiles Post Your profiles here. They should be simler to the following Profile: RP: (What RP this profile is for)Name: (Character Name)Age: (Characters age and/or age description)Race: (Characters Race)Gender: (Characters Gender: Male, female, ect)Weapons: (Weapons Character has or uses if any)Powers: (What powers does your Character have if any)Alignment: (Is your Character Good, Evil, Neutral, or Other)Appearance: (What does your Character look like)Biography: (Tell about your Character, past, hobbies, ect, what ever you want people to know about your character)
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:01 pm
RP: ~Ashen Blade~
Name: Issildia Nevar
Age: 22
Race: half Celtarie and half Anierian
Gender: female
Weapons: A newly forged blade known as Nyththirren. Though Issildia simply refers to the sword as Nyth. She also wields twin scimitars that are known as Nercista and Lyrista
Secondary Weapons: Kunai throwing knives
Powers: The ability to manipulate the elements of both Darkness and Light. Issildia also has some skill in Necromancy.
Allignment: Neutral
Appearence:
 
Biography: After the death of her mother and many long years of war Issildia Nevar is leaving the city of Anier. During her time in Anier she has been taught the art of the blade as well as how to control and use her powers in battle. In short she was trained to be a warrior, and that is exactly what she became. She became one of the most sought out assassins, it was said that her blood lines were responsible for her talent. She possessed the immense power of the Anierians, as well as the stealth and Necromantic abilities of the Celtarie. And for years her abilities were put to the test in many missions. Until the day that one of her father's own assassins killed her mother Aisling Nevar. The assassin turned out to be Issildia's own half brother Marcus Nevar. He was a pureblooded Celtarie and was the heir to the throne of Larovia. After learning the identity of her mother's killer Issildia had taken it upon herself to exact her revenge and soon enough she had accomplished her mission. But it was after she killed Marcus that she began the greatest hunt of her life. Issildia had decided that the entire Nevar line, the clan that had brought both Larovia and Anier so much suffering, would be destroyed. It is now that she begins her last and final mission, to wipe out the entire Nevar line, including her father...Yes he would be the first to die...
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:35 am
RP: Silent Gods Name: Yamada Taro Age: 21 Race: Human Gender: Human Weapons: Black Kalis Sword (Black silver bladed sword rumoured to be forged by the gods) Powers: Summoning Allignment: Neutral Appearence:  Biography: Not knowing much of his past except being used for experiments, chores and sexual activities during his slavery at age 8. Taro managed to escape at 12 a whole 4 years later and immediately seeked sanction with a cult that practised the black arts. He was later forced into excile by the cult in a remote forest after killing over 2000 people after summoning the dark elements. Since then he has been exchanging the use of his powers for money and gifts. At 20 he was approached by the 3 gods who issued him with an ultimatum: "Wield this sword to destroy the threat of the fallen angels, whom have grown with light but followed darkness. And in return your past will be recognised and welcomed by most." Recieving the Black Kalis Sword he knew his life objective but he also grew curious that there was another person who wielded the White Kalis Sword. Since then he has been living in a small village practicing as a priest.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:53 am
RP: ~Ashen Blade~
Name: Streak Lightening
Age: 27
Race: Half-Celtarie, Half-Valtera
Gender: Male
Primary Weapon(s): Blade of Darkness (Forged 3000 years ago by the Celtarie, this melee weapon is made out of an unknown shadow material. To be struck down by this weapon would be worse than death, a nightmare you can't wake up from. You would fall into the depths of shadow and sarkness and never return. Death would be a miracle beyond compare.)
Secondary Weapon(s): Black Daggers (Some similar yet less powerful weapons to the Blade of Darkness, these Daggers are mainly used as projectile weapons, although they can be used as melee weapons. If struck down there is a 1 in 4 chance you will die, and that the lucky ones. Otherwise, it has the same effect as the Blade of Darkness.
Powers: Streak has the ability to manipute shadows and use them to shape-shift. He can also create shadow beasts yet he hasn't discovered this power yet.
Allignment: He fights for Anier, his species and any others who side with him.
Appearence: Neatly cropped, raven black hair, falls carelessly across his features. He wasn't one to fuss over his hair and preferred the slightly messy look. A mysterious light was held in those black pools, those eyes that seemed to reach into the depths of your soul. His outfit is a shadow of himself. It wraps round him like the shadows that make him who he is. His face is the only visible feature of his body, all else is shadow. He is the mist in the clear, the doubt in the certainty, the darkness in the light. The shadows are like a cloak, they rap around him and create a black leather-like outfit.
Biography: His father was a Celtarie and his mother was a Valtera. He grew up in Anier and at the young age of 14 was called to the military. Whilst in training he recieved news of his parents death. Every since he has devoted his life to training. When not training he's in battle with and enemy, or eating, drinking or resting. Training and killing enemies is his only entertainment.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 11:17 am
RP: The darkend Name: chehero age: very young mmmm maybe around 13 Species: half fox half cat demon. (though latter chosen as the Tiger chosen) eye color: deep sea green. Hair color.: brown with pink tips. power: fox fire.... and to duplicate herself weapon: none but her claws. allignment.: pure evil. personality: stong willed child who holds her trust in no one at all. Family: her father a great and powerfull fox demon lord watches over her, however she has a step half -sister that has been known to dissapear and reapear at the most akward of times. (( Armader might return to the darkend.... evil )). her mother seemed to up and vanish though Chehero has decided to hunt her down and find her. apearance:this costume only with the right hair color and eyes
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 3:54 pm
RP: Blood moon and the darkness withinName: Aubriana Leah Age: 17 Race: Elven Vampire Gender: Female Weapons: A large blade that is named "Hade's Judgment", and a bow named "Hade's Vengeance" (Truthfully, They are named that because those are the names of the spirits locked within them) Powers: Natural Elven magic (lots of conjuration, and she is skilled in telepathy, and telekinises) Allignment: Chaotic Evil Appearence:look at the right of my siggy Biography: 3 years ago, she was sent into a dark forest, into a trap, by her stepmother, who had already made a pact with a vampire. If Aubriana disappeared from the castle forever, the vampire could do whatever he wished with her. He wished to take the elven princess as his wife, so he made her a vampire. She ran away, and slaughtered the village surrounding her castle (out of anger, frustration, and a newly found need to kill). She is searching for her parents, so she may destroy them, and become normal again. RP:The Wizemgot's planName: Kallodia Marudious
Age: 17
Gender:female
Class: thief
Looks: as well as lockpicks hidden in her hairband
Personally: Swift, charming, and beautiful, she plays boys like harps for their money, but she is also powerful in many other areas, such as some magic and combat skills, but she prefers stealing because its more fun! Her parents where famous criminal masterminds, who were never caught, but, they left their only daughter in the hands of a good friend, so as to save her from being slaughtered by the local law inforcement. She hasn't been able to find them, but she's more worried about getting her hands on some gold! She inherited excellent tracking abilities from her parents, as well as her criminal skills, and being part of a once royal family. (Her mother was princess, but, she was almost murdered by her half-brother, so she ran away) She has mood swings, going from happy to depressed in an instant, all triggered by what others say. She is on a quest to eventually regain the thrown, and overthrow her cruel uncle.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 10:12 pm
RP:~*~Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters~*~
Name: Daria Manorey(Pronunciation guide :Muh nore` ay)
Alias: Mermaid
Age: 16
Race:Mutant Human
Gender: Female
Weapons:None
Power(s): Can control water, but must have at least a little water present. Fortunately since there is moisture in the air, she can manipulate that. Also has minor telekinetic powers (can create a semi-strong force field, but can't lift anything heavier than about 15lbs.).
*Training: Minor training in Silat, and ballet training.(Good for balance)
Appearance: Looks almost like my avatar. About 5'8", short, wavy black hair streaked with blue, blue eyes. Fair skin, with a couple freckles on her face, one just beneath her right eye, and the other on the left side of her mouth. Mouth has a slight upturn to it, similar to a dolphin's, giving Daria the appearance of happiness whenever her face is relaxed. Always wears either black or blue.
Whose Side Are You On: Professor X all the way! (Good guys)
First Post, Should Include A Background Story: Daria laid awake a long time after the lights went at out the Academy. She was thinking back to when she'd first known, it seemed so long ago, although she knew it wasn't. It had only been a month since she'd arrived at the School for the Gifted. She'd just turned 16, and gotten her license to drive. Well, the restricted license anyway. Closing her eyes she thought back, she could still remember every last detail.
It was the middle of the night, and Daria awoke with a shout, she'd had that same dream again. She'd been drowning, a wall of water was falling on top of her, crushing the very life out of her being. Only this time it had felt so real! She could've sworn she'd felt the water against her skin. Daria shivered, her pajamas seemed plastered to her skin. Feeling around, Daria found that not only was she soaking wet, but so was her bed. Just then, her semi-closed door swung open and her parents nearly fell into the room. They must have heard her shout.
"Sorry, bad dream." She apologized. They left at that, never seeing how wet either she or the covers were.
The next day Professor Xavier had showed up with one of the teachers from his school (a young black lady with beautiful pure white hair), the School for Gifted Youngsters. While the professor (in his wheelchair) stayed and talked with her parents, Daria was allowed to leave, driving Ms. Aurora Munroe on a tour of the little town she'd lived in. After a little while Daria went down to her favorite place in town, the park. Daria and Ms. Munroe walked along the pond, talking. Shortly after they'd gotten half-way around, Ms. Munroe began asking unnerving questions.
" What would you do if someone was bullying your best friend?"
" I don't have one."
" Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
" Are you popular at school?"
"No, they think I'm weird. I guess I am."
" Did you get those streaks in your hair for your birthday?"
This astounded Daria, she didn't have blue streaks in her hair.
" What do you mean? I don't have blue streaks."
Ms. Munroe grabbed her arm and gently pulled her to the edge of the water. Daria jerked the baseball hat off her head and looked down at her reflection. There were definitely blue streaks in her hair. Her reflection was suddenly disturbed, the water, although there was nothing in it, and certainly no breeze, had began to wave, causing small splashes as the waves hit the bank. As Daria's distress increased, so did the height of the waves.
Ms, Munroe smiled and quickly calmed Daria, explaining what was happening, telling her how the school could help her control this gift.
" No more nightmares?"
"That's correct Daria, the nightmares are just a way of your powers surfacing. Once you can control it, the nightmares will stop."
Daria was excited; she didn't feel like the last one in anymore, she wasn't the only one this was happening to.
When they arrived back at her house her parents had some news.
" Well, we were talking to Professor Xavier, and we really think this would be a good idea. I mean, we knew you were gifted, but this talented? We had no idea! Anyway, the decision is up to you. We want to make sure you'll be happy."
Daria was so happy and excited. This was what she wanted, more than anything. She quickly agreed.
When she got to the school, she was introduced to the rest of the faculty, including the X-men. That was her dream, to become one of them.
((Sorry that it's so long, I think I got a little carried away.
Anyway, this is for my new board. Title is above.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 2:04 pm
RP: Anyone. Name: Lian Frajer Age: 24 Race: Spyder Gender: Androgynous (Male) Weapons: Double Pendualum - A length of chain connected to metal double bladed kamas. The handles come from the flat backside of the blades, with the edge of said blade in an arc. The blades are 3 ft from tip to tip and 1 and a half feet wide at the widest point. The chain is about 3 ft long. The whole weapon gleams faintly. The blades are a tinted black color while the edges are a vivid red. A martial Arts that was created by his race for themselves to use. Powers: Natural Abilities (Racial) Allignment: Nuetral Evil Appearence: Lian wears a long coat, long black sleeves crawl down his porceline flesh of his arms with tight black gloves adding punctuation to the effect. The torso of the coat clings tight to his slender torso. The coat has a row of black buttons running up his front. The collar runs around the head of Lian, the front of it coming up to cover his mouth with the back raising up to nearily the tip of his head before running back down to mimick the climb on the other side (Going up and down on the other side, identical/ symmetrical). The lower part of the coat spreads out into something of a dress, giving his legs with plenty of movement in it. The hem drags along the ground, albeit barely.The jacket is almost completely black, save for a few crimson streaks which sprung downwards from the shoulders before bending off to the slender sides of Lian. It is the only piece of clothing down. There is really none of his skin showing, save for the top part of his face. His eyes are a vivid rust color with a natural black line surrounding the eye lids (Like eye liner). The black meets on the outside corners of the eyes to form a small spike leaving the outside corner of the eye, giving him the effect of the sterotypical phaoroh. It just gives depth to his eyes. His lips are also naturally a deep red, a crimson, like lip stick. It is really hard to tell his gender whlie he is wearing his coat. He carries around a plain white porceline mask. There is really nothing on it, except for tight ovals for eyes. This is usually resting on his back, between his shoulder blades with a black string holding it there by clinging around the slender neck. He is the simple slender femanine male who is usually considered attractive by the female. He has the look of a sterotypical vampire, pale, slender and rather girly. Other stats: Height: 5 foot 9 inches Weight:145 Eye color: Rust Hair Color: Dark red Build: Slender, femanine even. Tattoos: Small black Widow on the top of his right hand/ a long dagger on the underside of each of his forearms/ Black tribal across his pectorals. Writting around his body in red. Piercings: Silver hook in the tip of his tongue. Jewlery: (Worn when in peaceful times) A silver braclet on his right wrist made of circular designs. A black string tied around his right wrist. A small braclet made of grey beads on his right wrist (This braclet cancels all magic [magic effects, telekenesis, chi, magical or enhcnated items etc] that comes in contact with anything he touches). Platinum band on each of his thumbs, forefingers and ring fingers. Biography: Uh... He's a big girly man? http://groups.msn.com/MyCharacterprofiles/grace.msnw <
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 11:56 am
This is a picture of my roleplay character. I drew this picture on the computer, so, yeah, I know it's kind of sucky. If I had a scanner, I would scan my hand-drawn pictures, and I would put them up, but I don't, so, yeah...
RP: Medieval Fantasy
Name: Ashe
Age: 15
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Weapons: Her father's sword
Powers: She knows alot of magic, but she's best in water magic and good in light magic. She's not as skilled in the other element spells such as darkness, thunder, ice, and fire.
Allignment: Good
Appearence: As you can obviously tell, she has sapphire blue eyes, and light brown hair, but in the picture, that's not the clothing she wears during a Medieval Fantasy roleplay. Her clothes are of a white short-sleeved shirt, crimson pants, light grey boots, and light grey gloves. Over her clothes, she wears a dark maroon cloak.
Biography: When Ashe was ten years old, her parents were murdered right infront of her eyes, and she was seperated from her younger sister, Arielle during what had occurred. Now, she travels around, seeing many wonders, and frights, and she travels to make friends and to find out why her parents were murdered.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:27 pm
RP: Medieval Fantasy
Name: Dirge (#1936 cool
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: male
Weapons: short sword http://www.omegamanenterprises.com/images/liteimages/liteimages/J-2000 SHORT SWORD.JPG, warhammer
Powers: none
Allignment: Neutral
Appearence: http://www.nisamerica.com/games/MK/hohei.html
Biography: Born a soldier he'll die a soldier, he was born to a poor couple in a small township, part of a collective that has assembled a ragtag army to fight off barbarians and invader. Besides military and science, the townships had no ties to eachother or government. As such everyone who couldn't afford schooling (Just about everyone) was put into the military, the united townships were constantly attacked as they proved almost a taunt to every kingdom out there. A great expanse of land and people unruled proved to be a great temptation for kings. But no township was ever taken. Unless a citizen became a hero or invented something they went by a numer system, (Dirge's real name is 1936 cool Dirge joined the army and fought to the age of 23. All citizens were allowed to leave as they pleased, so he did, at 25 to join the "Kreig" mercenary groups. He's split off from Kreig as a freelance mercenary and named himself Dirge.
(Dirge: a mournful hymn/song.)
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 5:11 pm
RP: Blood Moon {Human/Vampire Rp Need People!}
Name: Jade
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Weapons: None, but can protect herself if she needs to.
Powers: None
Allignment: Good I suppose
Appearence: http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a365/Tenebrae-Arum/WhatHaveIDone.jpg (The girl of course)
Biography: Jade is a normal human, who is lured to the oak tree by a Dark Fairy. Which vampire has called her is unknown to her. In fact, the other world is unknown to her. She has an older brother, Riven, that she looks up to and is very close to. Jade is sweet, gentle, and naive. When her boiling point is reached Jade usually stomps off somewhere to scream her head off. To get her to that point is rather difficult though.
She lives alone with her brother, for their parents are long gone. It saddens Jade and she would give up her life if she did not have Riven. He is the only stable person in her life right now. Which may be a burden on him so she tries to act strong and independant so that he does not feel pressured.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:07 pm
Race: Drow-elf Appearance:  Age:342 Occupation: Rouge assassin. Allignment: Neutral. All depends on the job. Biography:Ru'ni was born in the Drow city of Elistraelmin'a into House Ura'nectoriar. After spending 20 unbearable years under the women in his family he finally killed them in their sleep. Considering that they spat at him everyday this was a good choice. Of course in drow society nothing was worse than getting caught killing a priestess and this was what had happened to him.. His cousin walked in Ru'nis final living sisters room to find that her throat had been slit and to see Ru'ni leaving the room. Ru'ni was sentenced to death but ran into the underdark before his sentence could be carried out. After wandering aimlessly around the underdark half-dead he was saved by one of the guilds masters from the Assassins of the Darkened Day. He was then adopted by his new companion and then raised in the guild halls to be an assassin. Only days away from the completion of his teaching his adopted father was killed and with no guardian in the ranks of masters he was soon exiled. Not for lack of skill but for his lack of restraint when it came to fighting both lingually and physically. With no home and no ties Ru'ni was forced to start over at 122 years of age in the vast elven city of Uran'niea where he robbed, killed, and scared his place into society. After getting comfortable in his new surroundings Ru'ni's life was forever changed. Ru'ni was unwillingly forced into becoming a Mirror Knight of the Assassin's Moon, one of only two ever. His blades are brothers to the other Knight's, both crafted from the same man and from the same peice of metal, in attempt to stop the two completely opposite forces from colliding and destroying those around them in battle for these blades can never cross. Eva is the other Knight. Her blades have blue stones in the pommels and his have red to signify their simbiotic state. He is a hydromancer and she is a pyromancer, exact opposites in almost every way, yet also very much alike in others these two clash easily. Weapons: Two matching scimitars, quarterstaff, throwing spiders(daggers shapped like spiders), and Ru'ni is a hydromancer. Others: One of his weaknesses is the color pink...he hates it...also very arrogant at times, thick-headed...but nice enough as a friend...comes off as a complete moron... Ru'ni's Dragon: Dru'mania ~Droo-ma-Nea~, sister of Thor'nare  Picture drawn, collored, and effectes all done by a Sylvia Hinz from elfwood.com
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 7:08 pm
RP: Blood Moon {Human/Vampire Rp Need People!} Name: Lestat Age: 1100 Race: Vampire Gender: male Homeland: The World of the Undead Alignment:started off evil, has slowly started to shift towards neutral,maybe even good only time will tell Powers: Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, can take Raven form, and other powers that lay dormant Job: Predator Bio: an ancient vampire who love drink the blood of young women, but is tired of living as vampire in the undead world, wants to go to the human world and conquer the humans Appearance:
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 10:01 pm
RP: Bound Vigil
Name: Grisham J.
Age: 34
Race: Human (Bulgarian)
Gender: male
Class: Infantry Troop (Commander)
Gear: Communicator, whistle, Frag grenades(2), knife, Mauser Kar 98k(re-make, but same basic model)
Allignment: Lawful-Nuetral
Appearence: 6' 3", green eyes, buzzed mahogany colored hair, he's got a decent muscular build as you would expect a commanding officer, and a rough, unshaven yet ruggedly handsome look about him. (Picture in progress)
Biography: To be revealed.
*You'll notice extra gear, Grisham is said leader of the main unit in the campaign*
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 6:20 pm
RP: Bound Vigil
Name: Kevin Daniels
Age: 20
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 155lb
Eyes: Sharp blue
Hair: Buzzed brown
Class: Sniper- These men/women were chosen early on for their high prowess in marksmanship, hanging in the back, they pick off units on turrets and advancing units.
Gear: Sniper rifle, knife, pistol, camouflage system, survival kit(basic useful things: rations/bandages/water/lighter).
Alignment: Neutral Lawful (makes me want to roll a d20 just thinkin' 'bout it.)
Appearance: Very lean and agile, soft eye brows and a weathered complexion. Typical sniper garb(Jumpsuit and very light armor built mostly to protect the camouflage component).
Bio: Kevin always was good with his hand eye coordination, which generally surfaced when he could nail rats with a BB-gun from twenty yards. Naturally, he was recruited when he was old enough. He is an only child, both his parents now dead from the Vercingetorai attacks.
Although saddened by their deaths, Kevin still views the war from a rather removed perspective, keeping himself strictly looking at what is, what can be done and what must be done.
Quick to adapt, calm and calculating, following orders to the letter. Prefers to think about problems if and only if it is an immediate concern or has the time to do so.
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