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 Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:34 am
Due to an overall lack of suggestions I've decided to take charge of AI. The theme will be that of pre-BC realm, and thus the wars there will be the foundation of chaos from which the BC actually emerged. The following is a base profile, fit to be changed by the desire of the player. It is however preferred that a general set of specifications is resolved.
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- All praises go to Xol, the great guy I stole this from without his knowing. xp As always, open to suggestions and stuff. Would suggest holding back making profiles for characters until the theme of Absit Invidia is chosen. -
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:15 am
User: kaiori
Name: Lana Eve
Age: 19
Sex: female
Height: 5,6
Weight: 115
Race: Human
Class: Healer
Weapon Specialty: Scalpel, small knives
Powers: healing, light bursts, glowing light from body
Weaknesses: dark magic , night time, wounds too big to heal, people with great strenght
Magic Specialty: light bending
Fighting Style: timid, reflex, if attacked irrational
Weapon Style: small objects easy to lift and swing
Personality: Lana is a sweet girl most of the time. Her parents were a little too sweet to her, so she does have her little fits from time to time. In which case keep your head down, or you might end up with a scalpel in your eye!
Description: Lana is French with a small weak, thin build. Her skin is just lightly tanned and her hair is chocolate brown. Her eyes are hazel and she has rather long eye lashes. She usually is more comfortable wearing good quality clothes than just baggy pants and t-shirts. Her state of dress is very feminine and rather seductive. (Naughty nurse anyone?)
Physique: Lana is rather weak. Her strongest muscles are in her legs and fingers, from a lot of running and a lot of handy work. She’s petite and yet curvaceous.
Background: Lana was taught to be a doctor/healer from birth. Her childhood was average and at age 18 she took her leave of her parents. She still writes to them now and again but mostly only to ask for money or something else. She tends to wander around looking for employment since not many places can stand her temper for long. Sometimes she has even skipped town after a few "accidents". You can usually find her at a local pub after work but best not to talk to her if her left eye is still twitching.
Such beauty, such malice, such grace and distaste. With fishnets and toxic lips, she has a million ways to be cruel.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 11:45 pm
User: Yotsuba Name: Tobari Sünde Age: 21 Sex: Female Height: 5'9 Weight: 148lbs Race: Human Class: SpellSword Weapon Specialty: Katana Powers: Fire Spells ; Simple healing spells Weaknesses: Unable to cast magick spells quickly ((She's only human, after all)) Magic Specialty: Fire Fighting Style: Strong & Quick, Created own Sword Stance/Technique Weapon Style: Impressive Sword Technique, Strong Magick Spells ((Once casted)) Personality: Easily angered & Quick tempered. She has a bad habit of blurting out what's on her mind, so she's been in her fair share of fights. She can be a great ally, if you can get past her temper and dislike for anything or anyone who think's they are better than her. Description:  Physique: Average curved build, well toned. Background: Tobari used to be a highed assassin, it was something she enjoyed doing, as long as the pay was good. She's been through many different styles of jobs, but usually disapears from them within a week or so, from being bored. She decided to travel a bit, until she finds where she belongs. When she isnt traveling, she's usually found practicing her sword technique.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 12:55 am
User: [ KB ] or DustyMemory.
Name: Khyven Ele'vendarr
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 213 lbs.
Race: Human.
Class: Knight.
Weapon Specialty: b*****d Sword or Battle Claws.
Powers: Endurance, Heightened Strength, Leadership, Minor Magic Resistance.
Weaknesses: Due to his phsyical combat strength, he is slightly less apt to handle or diffuse magical attacks. Being the most fanatical and forecul of the leaders to date, he isn't very good at handling politics. He is also willing to do anything for his cause, or to commit any under his command to acts of 'cleansing'.
Magic Specialty: One of the few magical abilities in his arsenal is that to quell magic itself. This has a limited range and only holds fast against spells of certain strength. Often he is enchanted by his mages before big battles.
Fighting Style: Straightforward and blunt, he relies almost entirely on his ability to plow through lesser foes like a tank. Using his large sword as his defender and attacker, he fights almost entirely offensively.
Alternatively, if he is disarmed he relies on the blade built into his gauntlets. These blades are fairly stout, but are effective for CQC fighting.
Weapon Style: Sword or CQC.
Personality: Khyven is a fanatic of purity, faith, and light. He is a knight obsessed with his goal and beliefs. There is no place in his mind for anything other then purication of the continent, if not the entire world. Such as lead to him shying away from the requests of when he might choose a bride, and many other key sections of life. He is not living for the cause, the cause is the very fabric of his being. In his drive of conquest he's abandoned the true morals of it, though such notions voiced are often discredited.
Description: Standing at 6'5" in his armor, Khyven stands with a broad and muscular shape. Nearly always caught within the steel shell of his full-plate armor, the actual flesh beneath is a mystery. His face itself shows a noble descent, though it is one marred by a long scar. Starting just above his left brow, the long thin scar runs along the edge of his face, before crawling under the edge of his jaw and descending to his neck. His hair is a brillaint golden blonde color, cut wildly with the bangs nearly meeting his brow. His look is always that of a steeled warrior, his piercing lake-like eyes betraying his desire.
Armor- Khyven's armor is specially crafted to his build, affording him the best protection possible. His steel plates afford practical defense first and foremost, though there are ornate elements to the suit as well. The guantled hands are aligned with paired blades on each, each blade extended a bit less than half a foot, with broad serrated riges. Lines of mythril run across the broader plates, swirling into designs that are beautiful, but promise victory for the light. His helm covers his head neatly, a 'Y' shaped visor allowing him sight whilst exposing a portion of his mouth to make his talking and yells easier to hear on the battlefield.
Physique: Tall, broad, and muscular. He is an engine of destruction all his own. Beneath the plates of steel lays tempered skin, almost every bit of him built to fight. Many scars dot his form in many different styles.
Background: Born of a family true and honored, soldiers of the cause, he arose. It blinded him, consumed him, and within the years of study and training he found something, a calling. He acended the ranks quickly, and on his 23rd year he took the throne. No one could question his dedication, his skill, or his desire. His competance kept him in power, and under his command his kingdom met with prosperity.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 1:13 pm
User: Heswinas Annoying Ghost
Name: Nealeane Covennt (Neel-an-yE Cov-en-t)
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 155 lbs
Race: Human
Class: Swordswoman / Calvery
Weapon Specialty: Swords / Lance
Powers: Born as the Firedrop of Alda, Nealeane is bestowed the gift of fire manipulation and creation (combusting the air to form fire instantly nearly anywhere in a good visual range. Enhanced stamina and strength, trade and keymarks from her ancestors as well as training, allow her to march across the battle field and come out alive on the other side. Along with these traits come the trait of a natural war-leader. Adept at changing strategies and implimenting new while the battle raged on Nealeane is a near perfect general, albeit she's a bit rash and prone to voilence easily.
Weaknesses: Being only human Nealeane is weak against a wide variety of things, including but not limited too: Poisons, diseases, unholy, holy, ice, fire, earth, and water, magics as well as good old fashion steel. Blood and bones can only go so far when confronted by a wide variety of assailants.
Magic Specialty: Fire! Born in blood! Nealeane is the Firedrop of Alda. The title was handed down by her mother, the late queen, to Nealeane when the sages of her nation bestowed upon the world that this child, a babe in the cradle, could touch fire without fear of being burnt.
Fighting Style: Striding across the battle field in a full suit of vanguard plate or galloping headlong into a charge of infantry atop her cataphract plated war-mount Nealeane adapts herself when needed.
Afoot against another swordsman Nealeane hurls herself against his attacks, meeting each one with an animalistic rage. Against a mounted foe Nealeane is more prone to side stepping away from attacks and striking from the flanks or the rear. Spears are met with an unflinching charge, with her shield absorbing the brunt of the attack. Nealeane knows the limits of her abilities afoot, that being stated she knows the how likely it would be for an infantry charge to reach a number of archers, and the number of deaths it insues. So she will never charge a distant archer while afoot, it's simply suicide.
Mounted Nealeane barrels through swordsmen, her war trained mount snapping it's teeth or kicking it's hooves at any who venture too close. Against another mounted foe she canters her mount to a constant circle, keeping them inside this field allows her to keep track of where they go and simply over charge the strength of a soldier ment to riding down people with lances or fetching them down with bows. Spears are the bane of Nealeane mounted. The long iron tipped shafts have sent Nealeane crashing to the ground on more than one occassion, leaving her alone and too close to the enemies front lines to retreat. Nealeane knows the limit of her abilities mounted, that being stated she knows how effected a charge of calvery can be against a mass of archer. So given the chance, one might find her wielding her blade amongst the ranks of enemy archers.
Weapon Style: Blunt to the point of barbarianism on the battle field Nealeane relies more heavily on the strength of arm to cleave through steel and flesh with her mighty sword-and-a-half, or more commonly refered to as the b*****d sword. Likewise, mounted atop her steed, Nealeane uses the flanks of the horse to drive her point home, or rather drive the foot of steel point atop her lance home.
Personality: Sweet and careing, gentle and kind, it isn't an embarassment to many to mistake this gentle creature for her brother when she dawns her armor and sweeps into the battle field. Honor bound to it's fullest, Nealeane would do nothing that might scratch at the honor of the of Alda.
Description: Standing at five foot eleven inches, tall for most women, with short length black hair with what little she allows to grow long is bound tightly into a braid and tucked under her torque so it does not flail in battle. Nealeane is tall enough to stare most men down in the eyes, more so is the truth on the battle field where si is often mistaken to be her brother. Though it is not unusual for Nealeane to stride through town garbed in full battle atire it is more common place to see her seated in her palace home, entertaining guests, in expensive gowns or every shade of red imaginable with, more often then not, firedrop gems sewn in and on the garments.
Physique: Tonned and built Nealeane spends most of her free days in the expert hands of arms trainers, tumbler masters, and riding instructors. Though built and trained as a warrior she also takes nights to ensure she looks the lady that she is. Lotions and creams, lather soap and shampoo, Nealeanye even devotes her sleep to staying as smooth as silk on the flesh.
Background: Born into the noble family Covennt, nobility of the nation Alda, Nealeane and her brother was given the best of lives until their parents decreed them old enough to begin learning the ways of state and law. For the oddest of reasons the roles were reversed on them and Nealeane found herself toe to toe with a dancing instructor, or that's how she liked to think of the swiney old man who moved with such grace, facing him down with a wooden practice sword, while her brother Cieceil was homed in a huge classrooms with books and scrolls to learn the art of rulling a nation, but when the time came, Nealanye trained to be a warrior and her brother Ceiciel a leader, it was the eldest of the twins Nealeane who took the throne, and her brother as the First of Swords. For what ever the reasons the arrangement worked, a queen of a gentle heart Nealeane worked to improve the lives of her people while her brother stroved to make Alda a military and economic power of the world. During her reign Nealanye was forced to switch roles once again, as was her brother, and the two found the other's position much harder to fill then the one they dominated as youths.
-Armor Description- Nealeane's armor was a specially crafted shell of steel plates that fit her as would a second skin. Head to toe she towers in the stout vanguard plate. Intricut grooves slid along the sides of either arm, up the forearm and bicep, and over the shoulders where these strange designs sprayed down her chest and back in a fan of art and display not ment for the battle field. Pretty designs they may be, but each section of body, each little curve of the metal, holds a secret to it. Parts of armor can be removed or attached to adjust Nealeane's attack patterns. The most traditional set up seen is the following.
Helm- Forged till near black the horns of this peice protrude from the sides of her head curving forward and upwards like that of a bull.
Breast- Normally left bare of additions the breastplate is an intricut cut of metal with locking mechanisms across it's width.
Greaves- Both shin guards have been removed in favor of a massive blade that starts at the top of the feet upper most bend and extends halfway up her theigh so that when she bends knee a length (near a foot and longer) of sharpened steel answers her call while still providing, albeit less, armor to her legs.
Boots- Normally left bare of additions the boots have only the art of etchment along the sides of the foot and few on the heel and toe.
L.Gauntlet- Larger than the right the left gauntlet is a very complicated maze of gears and levers that allow Nealeane to, literally, hurl packets of fire from her hand. (Since this is not magic it cannot be resisted/stoped via anti-magic barriers/spells)
R.Gauntlet- Four half inch spikes jut from each knuckle on Nealeane's fist. While this may look intimidating and deadly it does steal away from the armor normally guarding the length of figure closest to the palm.
L.Vambrace- The upper most portion of the armor can actually be slid forward as a foot long blade. Though this may lessen the amount of damage the blade itself and armor can take the additional weapon when disarmed is invaluable.
R.Vambrace- More noticable than the katar type blade on the left wrist these duel hooks stand out more formally and deadly. Laying flat on the top of her forearm these duel hooks can be spring activated to provide a nice addition to the katar blade on the left arm incase of disarmment. Serrated on the inner curve of the hook and smooth bladed on the outer these are truely dangerous weapons in combat.
User: Heswinas Annoying Ghost
Name: Cieceil Covennt (See-cil Cov-en-t)
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 215lbs
Race: Human
Class: Merchant / Axeman
Weapon Specialty: Favoring a heavy brutish styled axe Cieceil can wade into a throng of enemy soldiers and dispatch them easily with a few strokes of his massive weapon.
Powers: Funneling wind around his axe Cieceil can produce a shockwave of air to bowl his opponents over in which ever direction he swung his air infused axe. Enhanced stamina and strength, trademarks of their ancestors, coupled in with his training as a youth provide Cieceil strenth and breath enough to wield his axe uncaring for quite the length of time
Weaknesses: A weakness against fire and ice, earth and wind, holy and unholy, poisons and diseases plauge this prince as well as the ever constant threat of naked steel.
Magic Specialty: Cieceil's tallents lie elsewhere than magics, but he has developed an apt ability to stop magic before it stops. Casting a spell, quite a lengthy one, Cieceil can actually produce a dome in which magic cannot be casted, at all.
Fighting Style: While not as 'gung-ho' as his sister Cieceil hesitates to fight when ever possible, finding the entire act barbaric and not profitable at all, but when he does he's a titan in his own right. Where his sister fights with unrelenting fury Cieceil uses cold and impressonal logic.Where he can do the most damage with a simple swing of his mighty axe he goes, where the need of his honor guard cataphracts are greatest he goes, making him a terrifying tactic on the field.
Weapon Style: Favoring a two handed, double bit, axe Cieceil isn't too concerned with learning any other skill, but that doesn't mean he didn't learn other. On each hip lays a hatchet-axe in which he can duel wield should he become disarmed of his favored weapon.
Personality: Solem and cold, impressional and shewed, Cieceil is a well known merchant of gems, arms, and weapon designs. While he tollerates his sister's guest with barely hidden scorn Cieceil works people the same way he does a machine, which ever way makes him the most coin. Greedy is often a term that describes Cieceil, but that is not true. He doesn't do it simply for personal wealth, no. Like his sister yerns to make their home of Alda the most it could be.
Description: Standing a sturdy six foot four inches with short cropped black hair and deep brown eyes to match his twin sister's, Cieceil has a strong sense of duty above honor.
Physique: Strong and durable Cieceil looks a lady's man, with a powerful chin to frame his beautiful face and broad shoulders and arms. Rippling muscles set off his slightly tanned flesh.
Background: ((See Nealeane Covennt))
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:07 pm
User: Phia Aakarshan
Name: Aprisian [Ah-pree-shi-in] "Parin" Tallerver
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 115
Race: Human
Class: Assasin/ Knight
Weapon Specialty: Pole-Arms, specifically her 6ft Scythe
Powers: Manipulates wind, Attracts Static Electricity when emotional.
Weaknesses: Normal Mortal Weaknesses, and Cold, If she is ourside in colder tempuratures & snow it can make her dangerously sick/ die
Magic Specialty:
- Emotional connection- Her emotions manipulate her powers, If she gets excited, she levitates slightly from subconciously manipulating the wind, When she sneezes she flys backwards. Occasionally causes a small level one or two tornado in the room/ area she's in.
-Electro Attraction- Her hair stands on end when she gets angry, suprised, shocked, or hyper because she attacts electro particles in the air, she cannot manipulate this however.
Fighting Style: Agile, fast, elegant, uses her powers to her advantage
Weapon Style: Mostly uses dance-influenced pole arm tactics, when disarmed from of her scythe she uses two daggers strapped to each thigh to defend.
Personality: Stubborn, Easy-going, Believes in Honor and Loyalty
Description:
-Wears Thin silver pieces of Armor on her shoulders, waist and legs, and has gauntlets
Physique: Petite, athletic, strong
Background:
Parin was born the daughter to a Lord and Lady who had no time to give their own daughter, instead they were concerned with only themselves and Parin's older brother Athens, Parin never held it against her brother. He was her favorite playmate and taught her quickly how to defend and fight, he two shared the ability to manipulate wind they used the powers to torment the manor help. Parin had a happy childhood mostly until the age of 13 when the war broke out, her brother left when the call to arms sounded, for months then Parin and her family heard nothing from Athens until one day when Parin had just turned 17 her brother had returned home, half-starved and badly wounded, He died in Parin's arms in the couryard of the Family manor. Parin took on the title of knight her brother had gained in war, and is out to kill who ever caused the death of her brother.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:05 pm
User: S.A.I.R.Y.S
Name:Akashi
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120
Race: Human
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(working on it ninja )
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:46 pm
User: ZavierTrist
Name: Lugh
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160lbs
Race: Half Human/Half Demon
Class: Warrior
Weapon Specialty: Hand-and-a-Half Sword
Powers: None (Yet)
Strengths: Increased stamina, increased strength, increased speed, heightened senses, a "second" awareness (something like a sixth sense), increased healing rate, increased resilliancy to physical and magickal attacks as well as illnesses and poisons, infravision
Weaknesses: Some repulsion to all things Holy, inability to control even his weakest powers (sometimes demonstrated when in dire circumstances)
Magic Specialty: Amplify Damage - Increases amount of damage delt, Terror - Causes uncontrolable panic in his enemy
Fighting Style: Brawler
Weapon Style: Berzerker
Personality: Very quiet and serious. Always has something on his mind Rarely speaks unless he has something he feels is important, but he will submit to common courtesy.
Description: Lugh has waist-length silver hair (always worn in micro-braids tied in a pony tail) and narrow silver eyes. His facial features are fair: long, slender nose (bent slightly to the left), high forehead, well-shaped brows, medium-sized lips and narrow mouth. His ears are small-ish with large iron pegs through each lobe. His cheeks where hollowed and gaunt. He does have facial hair: Sideburns, mustache and goatee are all the same slightly-long length, while the rest of his beard was trimmed to be about half as long. But the over-all appearance of it was somewhat unkempt.
His dress is simple: a black cotton shirt tucked into dusty black leather pants. Worn black boots covered his feet, the tops of which rose to the middle of his calf. Around his waist was a similarly old black leather belt. Strapped to his back was a rather large hand-and-a-half sword in an old black scabbard, and over all he wore a black wool traveler's cloak. He was of slender build, perhaps a wee bit too slender for his height.
Background: Born to a young peasant woman, Lugh grew up in a small tribal village far to the south called Bivelheim. He was raised in his grandparents home. he never knew his father, and his mother never talked about him. She also never told Lugh that his father was a demon. Once he came of age, he joined the men in their constant skirmishes against the various raider clans of orcs, goblins and moutain giants.
Then war broke out between his country and their neighbors, the Kingdom of Breth. Their country, having no name, was made up mostly of tribes and clans with a very small organized central government. It stood little chance against the organized military might of Breth's king, Jormund. Their army swept through the country, burning villages and raping and pillaging where ever they could. His was one of the many unfortunates. But it was not consumed by Breth's ever-hungry military machine before Lugh was able to destroy an entire legion nearly single-handedly. He knew not how or why, but he was gifted with a prowess in battle nearly the equal of any hero of legend. Yea, he was often compared to Hagrund, the region's hero during the Beast Wars, who was said to have fought his way through legions of demons and the undead to battle face to face against their would-be surpressor Ba'alk-lok the Terrorist, a demon of unimaginable might and power.
Lugh was now a hunted man. King Jormund, when he found about Lugh, ordered his soldiers to capture him, dead or alive. They chased him from country to country and from kingdom to kingdom, each meeting resulting in more losses to Jormund.
And now Jormund has turned to a more sinister means of finding Lugh. The king has summoned demons to track the errant man, and now he has ended up in Alda after several continent-crossings and near-misses. Lugh hoped they wouldn't track him here, and if they did then he hoped Alda would have some way of fending off their inevitable attacks.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 4:50 am
User: [ KB ]
Name: Corporal Vakarr, Keldrona
Age: 80 years old.
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140lbs.
Race: Elf
Class: Duskblade
Weapon Specialty: Longsword / Shortbow
Powers: Low-Light Vision, Immune to Magical Sleep effects.
Weaknesses: Common weaknesses.
Magic Specialty: Offensive Melee Magic / Defensive Magic.
Fighting Style: Melee Fighter with Magic enhancements to defense, weapons, or attack. Mixes martial combat and spells.
Weapon Style: Longsword use or archery.
Personality: Still a youth by Elven standards, Keldrona has an outlook on life that may at times seem careless or aloof. His desire and passion to fight for his homeland are born of fanciful stories of battle, yet to be tempered by the reality of it. He is kind, warm, friendly, and yet still so tender. Calm and compassionate by human standards, he is still brash by those of elves. His patience fails before bounding energy, the constant strive to march onwards and towards the next adventure. He is a young man in every way, seeking romance, fame, fortune and honor.
Description: Unlike most elves, Keldrona stands fairly tall. He is however like them in other regards, both pale in complextion with soft, smooth skin and feminine features, as well as with his stunning blonde hair. Long and bright, the smooth hair is tied back into a braided design during battles. His eyes are a stark azure color, nearly luminescent in the dark with slightly larger irises than humans. Keldrona wears whichever armor is afforded to him, as well as a red tabbard with a design upon it.
Physique: As an elf he doesn't weigh very much, considerably lighter than his human allies. His body is youthful and like that of many other elves, thin and lithe, not quite that tall. His body is fit enough for fighting, though it seems obvious enough that he relies more on flexibility and quick-footing than endurance.
Background: Keldrona grew up in a fairly nondescript household in one of the smaller elven cities, first son of the home and pride to bother mother and father. He has two other siblings, both young sisters aged 16 and 25. Growing up he was taught the martial law of the elves as well as the finer points of their culture, and was on his way to becoming a proper citizen. When war erupted across the realm his father went to fight, and in his place returned the finest tapestry, the house symbol. It was placed upon the mantle even as Keldrona prepared to accept the weight of coming to age, some few years later. Then, war broke out again under the stress of human impatience, drawing the young man from his family and into the efforts of the frontlines.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:28 pm
User: Jim Hensley
Name: Zoog`nat Baltrian Alfred Von Rodrick III - Zoog/Zoogie for short - Zoogster
Age: Thirty seven
Sex: Male
Height: 3 feet seven inches
Weight: ninety two pounds
Race: Gnome
Class: Inventor
Weapon Specialty: Magic / Machines
Powers: Self proclaimed mastery of steam and metal / Electric command
Weaknesses: Physically weak in stature Zoogie relies far too heavily on magical spells.
Magic Specialty: Electrical offensive based spells.
Fighting Style: Flail about wildly with anything near at hand - melee. Flail about wildly with random surge of electricity - magic.
Weapon Style: various assortments of...sticks?
Personality: A crazed inventor, many of those who've met Zoogie have the distinct feeling he's been zapped in the head once too many times, Zoogie the gnome tends to be rash and unpredictable. Often incoherrent in his speech the Zoogster tends to ramble off in rants and raves no sane individual can understand - what with his zoogamabobs and zipzangers one can't even begin to fathom the way his mind works.
Description: Short and pudgy the self proclaimed master of steam and metal, Zoogie, stands roughly three and a half feet tall, a shy bit taller than half of most normal people, and weighs a pudgy ninty pounds. This weight, of course, is focused in his rather bulbus belly and egg shapped cranium. With frizzy white hair, sticking straight up in random patterns as if he had just been electrocuted moments before - maybe he had, Zoogie tends to over look personal hygene for the most part. The result of which can be a rather unpleasant aroma. Covered in grease and smelling like a week old latrine he pays not a word of heed as he marches along, head held high, with those earthen orbs constantly on the look out for more giggamawhatsits and copper-springdoodles he might be able to cobble together.
Physique: Short and pudgy, a belly that barely fits into his grease stained overall suspenders, and hair that looked to have been taken straight out of a horror book. He also has a big nose.
Background: - In the process -
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 7:12 pm
User: Krono Zero
Name: Jade Told
Age: 19
Sex: M
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 112 lbs
Race: Half-elf
Class: Red Mage
Weapon Specialty: Short swords/Grappling
Powers: Superhuman speed and reflexes, Healing, Destructive magic, Immunity to most venoms and poisons
Weaknesses: Earth magic, Frail bones, Arrogant
Magic Specialty: Ice
Fighting Style: Agile, acrobatic, fast, accurate, somewhat showy, use magic at opportune moments
Personality: Jade is somewhat of a rebel by traditional standards. He isn't one to take orders from authority figures. While acting as if he is taking orders from his higher-ups, he will normally go about his own way of dealing with things. Jade is a rather out-spoken and brutally honest young man, not caring much for the feelings of others. He is usually rather civilized, but has been noted to break into fits of rage, viciously attacking those who anger him.
Description: Jade is a half-elf from England. He has shoulder-length green hair, and matching eyes, befitting his name. He is always extremely pale, his skin having almost no pigment at all. His ears are somewhat elongated and pointed at the ends, though they are for the most part covered by his hair. He only wears dark clothes that will allow him to hide easily in the dark.
Physique: Jade is somewhat short for a human, yet taller for an elf. He is somewhat weak physically, but is exceedingly fast. Both of these traits can be attributed to his hollow bones. He is extremely light and thin.
Background: Jade was born an outcast. His elven mother died while giving birth to him, and his father wanted nothing to do with him. He was not accepted by neither the humans nor the elves in his area. Jade was forced to live with a band of thieves, and learn their ways, becoming one himself. He continued this life until he was fourteen years of age, when he was caught pickpocketing from a powerful elven mage, who took him in, seeing much potential in his eyes. This mage attempted to re-educate Jade, forcing him to change his ways and dedicate the next few years of his life to studying magic. The night of Jade's eighteenth birthday, his mentor strangely disappeared with no trace other than a spell book that was left on his bed written in a strange language Jade could not identify. He continues to carry this tome with him wherever he goes in hopes of finding out what happened.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:15 pm
User: Tatami701
Name: AmeRyu ((RainDragon; 雨りゅう - I don't know the Kanji for Ryu))
Age: Seventeen
Sex: Female
Height: Never wondered
Weight: "
Race: Neko
Class: ((A what?))
Weapon Specialty: Power of thought
Powers: Freezing spells
Weaknesses: Sunlight
Magic Specialty: Ice
Personality: Cold, quiet, and intimidating at times.
Description: Black ears, black hair, black clothing. I just love black, can't you tell?
Background: Fled from abusive family when she was eleven. She has wandered the streets since then, trying to find a place to rest.
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