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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:42 pm
Character Sheet
[ Post all characters in this forum, follow of the guidlines. If I see anything different I will ask for you to correct it. ]
Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Race:
Parents:
Heritage:[Dragonblood, Demonic ancestry, etc.]
[Orcs Only]Tribe:[Barag or Thorag]
[Dragons Only]Peacekeeper?:[ NOTE: We only need a small handful]
Height:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Married? [Yes/No/Engaged]
Spouse:
Children: [Number; name in History]
Clothing: [Brief description of what they wear on a day-to-day basis]
Weapons: [Brief description of their weapons, if applicable]
Other Gear: [Brief description of other gear that they have, if applicable]
Personality:
History: [ Must be a least two paragraphs long or longer. ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:08 am
Name: Neasa Haraldsson-Vanderbilt
Age: 19
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Viking
Parents: Olav Haraldsson the 5th & Marina Vanderbilt
Heritage: Vikingblood
Height: 6' 8''
Hair Color:Blonde
Eye Color:Green
Married? No
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Clothing:
When she hunts:
See picture below
Day-to-Day Casual:
brown leather boots & jacket, white long-sleeved cotton shirt, jeans
Weapons:
Bow and Arrow; Knife
Other Gear:
N/A
Personality:
Neasa is very brutal when it comes to the protection of her family and friends. She can be sweet and innocent when the time comes for it to be so. She's friendly when others are friendly to her. She always has some kind of weapon with her. Be it knife or gun, for protection. She is in no way a 'ditzy' blonde. She was the smartest that the scholars had ever seen.
History:
Neasa was born to Olav Haraldsson the 5th and Marina Vanderbilt. Her father is a decendant of Olav Haraldsson the 1st, son of King Canute the Great. Ever since the Vikings died out, her father and his father and so on resorted to black smithing. He married her mother when he was only 24 and she was 20. Two years after they were married, they had Neasa.
Neasa was the brightest child her teachers had ever seen. But, she got in fights to often. Her professors had finally gotten tired of her fighting others, so they refused to teach her. She finally found a teacher who would teach her, no matter how many fights she got in. Although, that never happened because she was the only student of this teacher. She finished her lessons and now works as a waitress at a diner.
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in love im a mercenary Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:52 pm
Name: Conan Agnar the Viking King Age: Unknown Sexuality: Straight Race: Viking Parents: Crum (His creator or father) Heritage: Viking Ancestry Hair Color: Gray-ish, dark color. Eye Color: Golden Married? Yes, well was. Spouse: Bella Sigurd Children: Loki Agnar the quick, Dan Agnar the brave, Star Agnar the huntress, and Freya the beautiful. Clothing: Wear’s basically no shirt all of the time, except he wears a big fluffy cape that was made from bear fur. He wear’s dragon scale leggings, which fit comfortable on his legs. He then has thick leather hide boots, which of course are also made of dragon scales. Conan wear’s ancient clothing, because of how old Conan is exactly. He has golden rings on his forearms, he has a golden belt along his waist, and a enchanted helmet with white wings poking out. Weapons: The Spear of power, is a very long golden spear that was created by Crum himself for the leader of the Vikings. It’s enchantment allows it to turn into anything the user desires, either it be a long sword, short sword, dagger, axe, war hammer, or any other weapon he decides. Other Gear: Conan will change from different gear if he desires it, either it be different fur that he gets or new age clothing which would make the king himself look different in many ways. Though if it’s necessary he will change his clothing. Personality: Conan is a very odd Viking, he is rough around the edges. He can be mean a lot of the times and hard to get along with if he is traveling with someone or many people. Due to his violent nature Conan thinks very rational all the time, doing this other might find be very dangerous for himself and others. Conan doesn’t really have a interest in other races nor does he desire to care about them, unless he could fully trust them. Though the only race he can never trust is the elves, since they are known to back stab Vikings because they were jealous of them. Worshiping one god, he will denied the fact that there is other gods other then Crum. He doesn’t believe in those gods, nor does he believe in certain types of weapons such as bows or magic. Conan is strictly about steel, he hates the new age weapons like energy guns or energy swords. Conan overall is a very powerful and rough Viking, thinking rationally and being very stubborn when it comes to others. History: Created from by Crum the god of war and steel, Conan was the first Dragon Slayer to be born. They say Crum had taught Conan everything the war god knew, which made Conan the best of the best. Though during Conan’s time he taught others the way of battle, teaching many races during the time of war. This ancient killing technique was past down from generation to generation. Bringing the rise of Dragon Slayers all of Draconia. Right before the war, Conan had found the ancient city of gold, Valhalla. Crum had said this was to be the Dragon Slayers home, training and feasting as much as they want to keep their strength. Of course Conan had used the cities enchantment to the fullest, he made his life worth while. As months past by Bella one of the most beautiful Viking’s in the race met Conan, becoming his wife and baring him four children. They all lived together within the city of gold, though during the war tragedy struck Conan. His wife was slain by Astroth, the Dragon Lord. His children was missing in battle, Conan tried to look everywhere all over Draconia during the war. Astroth had finally caught up with him, the both had fought with immense power within the Deserts of Time. Legend goes that their battle made the ground shake during the war, causing cracks in the ground and mountains getting taller. Before there wasn’t a giant river within the desert, now after their battle there was. Between the Viking King and Dragon Lord, the battle was long and fierce. Finally Conan had took his finial attack, his body was weakened by the strong Dragon Lord. Deep gashes everywhere, magical burns scattered on his body, and his right eye was ripped out from it’s socket. Astroth was becoming weakened as well, many blows underneath his body had been taken. Finally with one last strike Conan shoved his spear right through the Dragon’s Lord heart, causing the dragon to vanish in a rage of white fire. After this large explosion the Viking King had vanished with Astroth, after this event the war was finally over. All of the dragons had fled into the Tyr mountains, the allied races had won the war. Thousand and thousands of years had past, many races flourishing in different arts and machines. Though one race was still held in time, no where to go and no where to grow. They say the Vikings had went to paradise after the war, fighting to their hearts content with the giant god Crum. Though many say they are within the Telryie mountains frozen in time. Finally after thousands of years Conan had returned, the sky crackled with lighting striking the ground with immense power revealing the Viking King. He was thrown down from the heavens by Crum himself, right in the middle of Fincia. Quickly the human military had got him before anyone could get a good view of him, he was placed deep beneath the Human city within the hold cells. The only way to hold Conan was to magically bound him to shackles. The human’s had asked him many questions over the months, wondering what really happened. Of course Conan refused to speak, though he was forced to work for them by creating special weapons that they used from Conan’s blood. The weapons became stronger, they even began doing human experiments with themselves fusing Viking blood with human blood. Conan now lays deep beneath the city of Fencia, waiting for his change to escape. Appearance: 
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:55 pm
Really. Big Fluffy cape? Wow. xD
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in love im a mercenary Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 2:12 am
Name: Iolite Shadowyrm.
Age: Many, many millenia; he's lost count.
Sexuality: Unknown.
Race: Dragon.
Parents: Onyxbone Shadowreaper [Father] and Moonstone Pearlwyrm [Mother]. (Don't let his mother's gentle title faze you; she was one of the most savage dragons to soar the skies of Draconia.)
Heritage: Iolite is a pure dragon, though some say his blood has been tainted with the tortured souls of the dead. (Not that he has any blood; he's just a walking skeleton.)
[Dragons Only]Peacekeeper?: No. Iolite is considered 'evil', though he has nothing against those who call themselves heroes. He hates all creatures, besides himself and a small collection of dragons.
Height:
Dragon form ~ Nine metres to the top of his wings. He is approximately three metres wide.
Elven form ~ Approximately six feet tall; he has a very lean build.
Hair Color:
Dragon form ~ He has no hair.
Elven form ~ A very dark blue with a sky-coloured streak.
Eye Color: Very pale blue for both forms.
Married? No; Iolite believes there is very little point in being in a relationship for a reason other than breeding, as very few dragons understand the concept of "love".
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Clothing:
Dragon form ~ No, silly, dragons can't wear clothes.
Elven form ~ He wears a tight, sleeveless leather tunic, black breeches and black boots. He wears small, fingerless gloves that are navy-blue. On his left glove there is an iolite stone and on his left there is an onyx stone; these symbolize his particular celestial bond with the elements of 'Ice/Melancholy' and 'Darkness/Anger, Evil'. Though wizards rarely think about this, emotions strongly affect magic's performance.
Weapons:
Dragon form ~ His claws, his teeth, his sheer size and his extremely powerful celestial magic. Because he is considered "undead" he is made up totally of bones, which makes him an extremely difficult if-not impossible enemy to defeat, as he is covered with ivory spikes and has no flesh to damage.
Elven form ~ His fingernails are still sharp enough to be considered claws, and are very strong as well. He will rarely resort to any sort of physical weapon because of his celestial magic, however.
Other Gear: Occasionally Iolite Shadowyrm will change clothes whilst in his Elven form, either to enhance his soul-eating skills in that weaker body, or simply to disguise himself from his enemies.
Personality: Cold, mean, nasty, selfish, evil, hateful, depressed, obsessive; all of these negative emotions and more make up Iolite Shadowyrm's personality. His only good traits are his boundless intelligence and his ability to be very, very persuasive. However, these will also lead him to betray others close to him in order to feed his obsession; eating more souls, so that he may live longer and become more powerful. He will not respect others unless they are truly evil, like himself, or if they offer him something of great worth while making him work for it.
History: Hatched to a pair of the most powerful and dangerous dragons of the era, Iolite Shadowyrm's fate was predictable. His mother, the notorious Moonstone Pearlwyrm, slaughtered his father shortly after Iolite had hatched because he was 'unsatisfying'. She continued to collect more mates and hatch more cubs, though Iolite was the only one good enough by her standards to live to adulthood. Moonstone was killed by her own kind because she was simply so terrible. Of course, Iolite Shadowyrm didn't care. He owed nothing to his mother or his father; a dragon shouldn't care for his family. Having now left the nest, he looked up to Astroth for ideas on how to improve his celestial skills, and alas he was inspired to feed off the souls of the creatures made to replace them. It became something of an addiction that fueled the cold fire in his belly and the stinging bite of his magic. He practised only in certain areas of the celestial ring, those being necromancy, elemental control, several forms of soul-eating and shape-shifting. He became an esteemed and honoured dragon and has been the idol of many of his kind, though he cares not for them; only for the precious creatures off which he feeds.
Though the soul is timeless, the body is not; Iolite panicked when his body 'died', rotting away into nothing but a shell of what it once was. Bones and decaying skin was all that made him up, now, though the spirits which he devoured somehow kept his conscience awake. Because large amounts of magic are required to keep his body moving, he now eats many more spirits and has infuriated the surrounding Races by doing so. Those who dare to revenge their families are simply killed and eaten as well. Iolite has no real sense of morality and has used his shape-shifting abilities to sneak into villages so that he may consume the spirits of small children, even infants.
Appearance:   {Anyone who would like their character's family/friend/lover mercilessly slaughtered in an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm sure we can sort something out. twisted }
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 9:24 pm
Name: Odinar Belinor Age: Unclear even to himself Sexuality:straight Race: Monster Parents: None he was made in a lab Heritage:Fusion of dragon blood and Viking Height:6 foot 5 inches Hair Color: Black Eye Color:Yellow Married? No, Odinar has been alone for a long time Spouse:N/A Children:N/A Clothing:Odinar wears a long traveling cloak and matching pants, his hair is tied back into a ponytail. He wears a distinctive celtic knot around his neck that represents 'Guardian' and is made from purest silver and holds magical properties, there are holes in his cloak for the large wings he has that he has been unable to hide Weapons: Odinar carries a staff made from a peice the tree of worlds it was entrusted to him by an old sage who died after he trained Odinar in celestial magic, aside from that he has a crossbow that makes its bolts out of pure magic Odianr channels into it, he also has his celestial magic Other Gear:Odinar carries a backpack that holds a small collection of instriments he uses for making potions Personality: Odinar is quiet and sincer if he promises to do something it will be done no matter the cost, he feels out of place and has a powerful sence of loyalty History:Odinar was created in a secret elven lab when they were trying to create a creature with the magical potential, strength and hide of the dragons but the humanity of Vikings. They believed that in the fusing of the two bloods they might create a new weapon against the dragons, fighting fire with fire as it were. When he came into coniousness the residual celestial magic incinerated the lab as he couldn't control what he had been given, he stumbled around the lands in a dazed dream for months finding food where he could out of what he could. Finnaly a very old sage took him in and helped instruct him on the use and control of his abilities, when the sage died Odinar took up his magical staff and vowed that he would find his place in the world first by seeking out the Vikings then going to parley with the dragons. Appearance: 
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 9:15 am
Name: Sri'tai Lalai Age: 400 (the dragon equivalent of a teenager) Sexuality: . . Race: Dragon Parents: K'rin and A'ten Heritage biggrin ragon, but not pure. Peacekeeper?: yes Height: about 9 ft dragon, 6 ft elvish. Hair Color: red Eye Color: orange Married? no Spouse: no Children: no Clothing: (in other form) black and tight with a purple sash Weapons:claws, but as elf uses a unicorn horn dagger Other Gear: N/a. Carries his son's egg with him, even as elf. Personality: Kind (at times) Cold, (at times) but always easily ignored. History:He was touched by an elf at birth. Thus, his mother abandoned him because he reeked of non-dragon, kicking him out of her nest. He managed to live, barely.He was scorned by society as a dragon. But he smelled of not-dragon to dragons. So he was a loner. He is still just a child. He hides out in caves and anywhere he can, but has no permanent home. He looks like a fierce dragon, a tiger lockjaw, but a kind elf. He tires to fit in with society, and eventually became a peacekeeper. Appearance: elf-  dragon- 
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