Zion's Tavern OOC

[Malik Zion RP]

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Username: Malik Zion RP
Character Name: Malik Zion
Race: Elven
Age: Eons, but appears mid 20's in human years (somewhere between 40-60 in elven).
Height: 6'1"
Weight: near 200 with everything on, 140 without
Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Black
Gender/ Sexual Orientation: Straight Male
Job Class: Owner/ Proprieter/ Bartender/ Bounty Manager
Personality: Zion has lived a long long time, and learned a lot. The only way to survive immortality is to live relatively carefree, being kind and helpful will make him feel good, but other times he may choose to be cruel and hurtful. Most of the time though, he is found in a state of whimsical uncaringness, doing just whatever seems interesting.
Bio: Zion's past took place eons ago, so long that he's not even sure if he remembers correctly. Born in an elven village during a great war with almost all other sentient races, he was quickly trained as a warrior and sent off to battle at a young age. He rose through the ranks with many feats of courage, valor, and wisdom and eventually helped end the war, killing enemy generals by the dozens. After the war, he left and wandered the world, trying to escape from all the killing he had seen. For several centuries he wandered, until as an old man he stumbled upon the way to the fountain of youth. He drank and returned to his prime, then went off to explore the world again. For eons he has explored most of the most beatiful and desolate parts of the world, appearing as an iconic figure in the histories of many nations to help them banish evil and set up their governments. They called him many different names, and he was known all over the world. Though all of that was far in the past, recently he has been far more quiet, simply the owner and proprieter of a small tavern. Rumors still spread about him and who he once was, but very few know for sure, and most are ignorant entirely.
Weapons
_____ Primary: The four swords he carries, one on each side of his hips (longswords), and two crisscrossing on his back (katanas).
_____ Secondary: All of the daggers, senbon, and shuriken he carries in his coat.
Powers/Abilities
_____ Body: As elven, after eons of training, and with the water from the fountain of youth even further boosting them, his strength, speed, stamina, eyesight, hearing, smell, and nearly every other atribute is boosted far above the normal.
_____ Fountain of Youth: After drinking from the fountain for so long, and so much of it, his blood is literally imbued with its effects. These serve to further increase all of his base attributes, and add especially to his regeneration skills. His blood has gained the ability to bring back any item to its most glorious state. Such as if a rusty swords were to be coated with his blood, it would turn back into a newly-forged blade, appearing almost polished once the blood is wiped off. Since this blood runs throughout his body, his cuts heal very quickly and even grevious wounds can be healed in a matter of hours. The water also makes his blood highly resistant to most magics, giving him some defense to magical attacks and almost complete resistance to blood controlling effects. Sadly, this all gives his blood a very special scent and taste, making him quite delectable to vampires who have hunted him for both the taste and magical youth effects his blood would give them.
_____ Abilities: Zion is highy skilled with lightning magics and earth magics. Controlling the growth of plants, he is able to trap, bind, and kill his enemies with any sort of wood nearby.
Reason for Coming: After so long of fighting, wandering, and being on his own, Zion sumbled one day into a tavern near the edge of the sea. The lights were glowing even in the rain, laughter and music were pouring out, and as he watched, someone was being thrown out the front door. He stayed at that tavern for some time, enjoying himself as just a regular guy. The people there didn't know him, or didn't care, and he got along very well with the patrons. Zion and the owner, a middle aged half elven woman, got along quite well for a while, and they enjoyed each other very much. But eventually, Zion had to leave and travel, as was his destiny, but he returned there often for years. Until one summer, he came back and all that remained was the burnt timbers of the old tavern. He was told that a particularly bad group of guys had got into a fight there and ended up destroying the place, killing the owner in the process. Zion disappeared for a long time, but eventually created the Zion Tavern in memory of that place, continents away.
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Username: Ookami-Akuryou
Character Name: Fainauriel (Fye-now-ree-ell) [Goes by Fai]
Age: 19
Gender and sexual orientation: Female, Bisexual
Race: Elf
Job Class: Waitress
Weapons: Fainauriel likes to use bow and arrows, but when she can't, she always keeps a knife in her right shoe and a dagger hidden at the small of her back. Can never be too careful.
Abilities/Powers: She is a sharp shooter, able to hit a target from a far distance. Her powers include being able to manipulate plants to her will.
Personality: Fai is a kind, outgoing soul who loves talking to others and getting to know them.
Bio: Fai doesn't talk much about her past, and she plans to keep it that way. When she was young, she lived with her parents in a cottage in the woods. It was a nice little home, for it was just the three of them. Her mom, dad, and her. Her mother taught her of her powers, showing her the good she can do in dark days. Her father was a quiet man, but he showed his love for his daughter by helping her with anything she needed help with. At the age of fifteen, Fai's parents went missing; just up and vanished. For a while she thought they abandoned her, but she later realized they were killed. She wants to one day find their killer and bring justice. Even if that meant getting killed herself. But for now, she works at the tavern, hoping to save up enough to go searching.
Reason for coming: It's a job. Money is money.
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