I thought making a character introduction thread is pretty standard for a roleplay forum, so here it is! Please feel free to add or omit anything you want, this is just a copy/paste guideline for anyone at a loss for what to say.
Name: Karashanna Le'dain (formerly Karashanna DiVita, known to most as "Kara")
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Human Cleric
Sex: Female
Height: about 5'3" (pretty short!)
Weight: 125lb
Age: 16
Eye Color: Hazel-green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Weapon of Choice: A staff. Any weapons Kara has will be non-combat.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Generally, Kara does not wear a cloak. She is almost always clothed in a robe of some sort, and she is uncomfortable wearing revealing clothing in public, so you would notice that she is fidgety, and tries to cover herself when she is wearing a short skirt or midriff top.
Her hair is shoulder-length, and very straight. It carefully covers her ears, which are slightly larger than most humans', and pointed at the tips. She is a half-elf, but looks almost completely human aside from her ears, somewhat slender figure, and very pale, soft skin. You would not know that she was a half-elf unless you saw her ears.
Kara has large eyes with thick, long lashes. Her face shows her young age, she has something of a doll-like innocent expression a vast majority of the time. As she spent much of her time with her nose in a book instead of around other people, Kara is very likely to be confused or surprised at things that seem normal to people around her. Her blushing has become her trademark, and the subject of many jokes.
She has a very quiet and kind demeanor, her voice is soft but she can speak firmly if she has to. The more comfortable she is, the more likely she is to show her playful side. She loves to tease and joke with people close to her, but to anyone new she is respectful and quiet. Rarely, she will show her spoiled side... she was raised in comfort, and although she is not a noble she sometimes appears to act like a naive rich girl.
She is very impressionable, and wants very much to "fit in" with those around her.
Her studies in becoming a Priestess of Einhasad have had a particularly big impression on her, and she seems to be drawn as much to her duties as a healer of body and soul as she is drawn to light and happiness.
On her left ring finger is an Elven ring with a shimmering green stone, paired with a gold band bearing the symbols of devotion. She also wears a very old Elven necklace, which is usually hidden beneath her tunic.
Good point there Sherm1ne, and another bishop too eh? <grins widely>
Well here's mine again...
Name: Sharvanna Shadowsong
Race & Profession: Human Bishop
Sex: Female
Height: 5'8"
Age: 26
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Weapon of Choice: While I always loved the staff, I found a sword was better for me in the long run.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
I've always preferred robes, right from when I first began my studies. But for a time I did wear leather clothing but I found it somewhat uncomfortable and less suited to my work, so I returned to wearing my favorite colour robes of white and green. Even though so many have encouraged me to change my hair...oh, haven't they just...but I like my shoulder-length hair as it is!
I like to think I'm caring and kind to all I meet in Aden and also do my best to spread the light of Einhasad across the land. I chose to devote my life to the Church, mainly because of my infamous mother who still holds the position of Archbishop of Talking Island. But she's too old-fashioned! I much prefer being more of a "battle bishop" currently based in Giran, travelling, fighting the Undead and experiencing all those things that I could never do back home. My sister, Gina, instead follows a different path on that to become a witch of flame. <shudders>
Character Name: Goewyn Ynys Muirthemne
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Wizard
Sex: Female
God: Child of Shilen
Height: 5'8
Weight: 125lbs
Hair Color: Snow White
Eye Color: Green
Age: 117
Clan: DragonSunset
Weapon of Choice: Starting out as a mage, Goewyn realized the power she could channel through the use of a small doll. As she became more affluent, Goewyn was gifted with Dual swords, a generous gift of trust.
Description:
Adopted by a human Cleric. Goewyn and her twin sister were orphaned shortly after the Great Farmer Uprising. Raised by a generous and caring hand, both Goewyn and her sister realize their lineage, and break the chains that bind them to their horrid secret of their dark-elven race.
Goewyn and her twin sister pride themselves in their zeal and voracity for life; and fondly remember the words of their new sister as they roam the lands: "You alone, have the ability to change your destiny. Choose wisely the path you tread, as one day, you will find you cannot return to a life you once knew.
The change comes from within: Your behaviour is caused by your habits. Your habits make up your personality. Change enough of your habits, and you will not only change your personality, but that of those whom you greet along the way."
A quiet girl, Goewyn has grown up in a society that trusts few people and likes fewer still. In her youth, Goewyn sought to prove herself worthy of the Temple Magistrate's blessings of knowledge, and subsequently has shared her gifts and talents with those in need.
Goewyn possesses a kind spirit, a gentle hand, and a warm heart. But her closest friends have discovered a dichotomy in her; that of a child, and a woman; that of innocent beauty, coupled with a fierce inner fire. Those that have gained her trust find that her gentle spirit and her inner fire are intertwined, and each play a vital role in how she relates to others.
Her early childhood teachings have refined and dignified her, but for the observant a mischevious twinkle in her eye hints there is more to her than meets the eye.
Name: MarcusAlberton
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Human Paladin
Sex: Not with a Dark Elf
Appearance: Marcus is of average height and weight and is approaching his middle years. You will find Marcus to be a good-natured fellow, mainly due, he believes, to spending his youth living a simple life in the country.
Age: 38 Height: 5'10 weight: 190 lbs
Work-Description: High Councillor of the Order of the Rising Blade (OrB) in Sosaria and subsequently clan leader of OrB within Aden.
Previously held positions of Honor General, and Honor Colonel for the Chaptor House of Knights of the Watch [KW]. Marcus rose quickly in the ranks from a Honor Knight from the Chaptor House of Knights of the Watch [KW].
Background: Marcus was disturbed when his older brother left their home in their sleepy town to seek adventure in Sosaria. He was more disturbed when news returned that his brother had been killed by people in a land known as Fel. Knowing that he could not be at peace until he knew more about what happened, he moved to Sosaria.
Joined quickly by his remaining two brothers and two sisters, Marcus has used both sword and axe to earn a living ridding peoples lives of evil. This has enabled him to build a home for his siblings north of Despise where they have all developed into useful members of the local community. All but his youngest sister, echo, who has been twisted by her older brothers demise and walks the fine line between good and evil.
While Marcus searched for his brother's killers and supports his kin, he also tried to make the most of the opportunities in Sosaria. Opportunities to meet new people, discover new things and help prevent people from growing cynical about the evil that seems to be ever present. He is most grateful to his friends in RGL who taught him many things in his first year in Sosaria.
Alignment: Lawful and Good
Reputation: Formally the Marshall of Royal Guards of Light [RGL]. Well versed in the use of the axe, Marcus is also one who will be quick to heal others in need. While primarily of human descent, Marcus ponders whether he has some elvish blood because mages are often frustrated by his ability to resist the spells that they cast upon him. Marcus dabbles a little in the arts of magic but it is not his true interest. He is always happiest when wielding his axe.
Since entering the portal near Skara Brae that took him to Talking Island, Marcus has tried to build OrB in this land following the rules of the guild in Sosaria. While still looking for a way to return home, the ties to his new clanmates make the chances of his leaving less and less likely. His greatest quest is to find a way to open a permanent portal between Sosaria and Aden. Perhaps this portal, if found, will open to other new lands also.....time will tell.
[HM] Hunt Report from Skeletal Dragons Kills x2: "Marcus Albertson - I grant the Virtue Heart Medal. He kept dying and getting looted by foul beasts. However, virtuous knight he is, he still kept getting rezzed and slaying the monsters, while helping out his OrB fellow mates. Very Commendable. Also rewarded the Sacrifice tile from the Destard Dungeon hunt.
Weapon of Choice: Prefers staves but will use wands and spellbooks when avaible
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Dalamar prefers dressing in dark robes, he doesn't really care how much they cover as long as they lend him their magical abilities. He can be seen smirking a lot and rarely laughing. Asked about his past he says that he came from another world and will refuse to speak any further. His goal in his new homeworld is to establish well known and feared Qu'Ellar.
Weapon of Choice:
Dagger (currently of the Grace variety)
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Tall, wiry build fills out his light armor. Blond hair wafts above his brow. Long pointy ears stick out to each side. A dagger is gripped comfortably in his right hand and a bow is slung over his shoulder. A wary expression is burned into his face.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Aladar of Clan Valiant. I am in search of Loyal and active Rper's who would like to join my clan. We are currently lvl 2 and will be lvl 3 in less than one week from now. I was also told there are some meetings held at Floran Village on Wednesday nights... is this true? I would like to know more in detail about this event so I may take advantage of such an opportunity. I too have been rping since I was 16... I am 21 now. I am really pleased to find a sanctuary for one such as I.
As for my character introduction... here it is in my own fashion:
Lord Aladar is a rather stalwart, charismatic young man. His life has had many hardships... one of which he must daily grapple with is the death of his father. The "Chaos" of the land took his father's life. He grew up without his father since he was the age of five. His mother did her very best to play the role of both father and mother to him... eventually she too succumbed to the rampant fury of desolation; the desolation of Love, Order, Peace, and Truth. Her heart grew weary with the curse the land had bestowed upon her. She took her life with the very hands that once embraced him and kept him safe from peril... he was only twelve when this had occurred.
He had to wonder into the mist of the night; into oblivion with little knowledge of what lurked beyond the reality he was so fond of. Eventually he found refuge in a small village inhabited by elves. There he learned about nature and the power of the "Will". That he could change the very nature of the land... if only he knew the source of this perversion. The elves were amazed at how fast he could learn things... especially since he was only "human".
His ambitions to become a great leader soon came into effect at age fifteen. He wanted to put an end to chaos. He wanted to give others a chance to live a life he could only have dreamt of living. He thought... "A paradise is possible in this hell I live in now. For, we may also assert a hell of paradise; was there not once such a place?"
He eventually wonders the vastness of the land meeting as many men and women as he could meet who still had honor within themselves. He learned how to properly wield a sword at age sixteen and became a great swordsman at age eighteen. Many Knights were astounded by his abilities. Many thought, "How could he have ascertained so much in a miniscule amount of time?"
Now, at age twenty-one, he embarks on a quest to create an empire which will stand against all chaos... an empire that will restore the land to order. Let all who have true and just hearts pledge allegiance to his cause. Lord Aladar has come to wield the sword of justice! Those who come to join his ORDER shall stand for Strength, Power (The Power to do GOOD), Unity, Loyalty, Trust, Order, Truth, and Peace. Hence the name Valiant shall be their mark. They will forever more be known as the Forces of Valor!
::tiptoes into the tavern glancing around to hope no one sees her. She holds a linen hanky to her nose to keep from passing out. The stench of stale smoke and Ale invades every part of her highly tuned senses. She sees the bulletin board and quickly pins her notice, and slips out into the street again. GASPING for fresh air she sprints for the river to bathe in the arms of Eva.::
Name: Adorna the Adorable
Race & Profession: Leaf born, Light Elf, Ranger
Sex: (Bryllard won't let me.) :eek: Looks around for the Nuns. Um.. Female :o
Height: 6' (Tall and willowy, yep taller than Bryllard) :p
Weight: 90 stone (make them pebble size... skinny minny) :)
Age: Young in elf years.. at this writing 340 or 34 human years :eek:
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue ;)
Hair Color: Golden Flax ;) ;)
Weapon of Choice: Bow or Dagger.. she can't make up her mind :confused:
Clothing: Softest Suede gives some protection yet allows for swift movement. :cool:
Mini-Description: Adorna the Adorable. Well that just about sums her up. She is always happy, and wants others to be as well. She is the first to comfort those who are sad and lonely. She is a bit flakey though. You sometimes have to get her attention by standing DIRECTLY in front of her taking her by the shoulders and looking her in the eye. She loves to give grumpy dwaves hugs, and severely dent their armor. She also likes to flirt. But, flirting gets her into a whole lotta trouble with her guardian Bryllard. She is in a bit of a dillemma.. you see she is in love with a Priest... you guessed it Bryllard. But, he just doesn't get it.... being a priest and all. He enjoys her company, and will not leave her side... but he is married to Enishiad. ::deep sigh:: :(
It was a hot summer night in Aden. So hot the dwarves would sell fresh water to the Humans on Talking Island. Then suddenly, in the Execution Grounds, one of the ropes that hung more than a few men started to flicker. Then it started to glow, more and more bright, getting so bright you wouldn't even see the rope anymore.
Then when the lights went away, a strange looking body was hanging from the rope. He looked dead. But then, he opened his eyes, a mesmerizing red glare from him was enough to make a man cover his eyes, screaming at the burning feeling.
The man stepped out of the rope with almost no effort (as if he was floating). He looked from side to side, looking for a shape. A Hangman tree was close by and was attracted by the lights. The man put his hand on Hangman Tree. The Tree started to root, then was engulfed in whole by the ground under it. The man started to glow again, became a bright white light, and when the light went away, only a Hangman Tree was left. You could tell it wasn't an ordinary Hangman Tree because of the red glare, always in his eyes.
Darkmotion is a shapeshifter. He was born in Hell (6th Gate of Hell, Pit 9). The Devil expelled him from Hell for trying to overthrow his rule. He roams Aden, and speaks riddles of humor and wisdom. He is a mischievous one, than can take the shape of any person or thing it touches or speaks to.
He carries many pets, the most notable one a weird looking breed of Shark-like creature he calls Dogmotion (perhaps because the creature is barking all the time). Animals tend be attracted to him, as well as ladies of all ages (and even some men...).
Eye Color: Grey or Green depending upon circumstances
Hair Color: Grey
Weapon of Choice: Sword named Honor.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Quaythescus is a Pamean who most often appears as a Human Male with grey eyes, grey beard and grey hair, but whose features have an ageless, not old, look about them. His physical conditioning is impeccable due to constant training in the art of battle. His expression is normally serious. He is normally quiet until a time comes for him to make his mind known. He normally wears a molded suit of armor, charcoal in color, a mask that covers head and face, and a cloak. However, for ceremonious events, he adopts a Cadistone full-plate set and wears a crown atop his long grey hair. His shield is named Discipline.
*Quaythescus bows low, then retreats to the shadows once more, only the occasional green ghost-flicker of his eyes offers proof of his continued presence*
Server: What is this thing you call a "Server"? I am from the land of Gustin if that helps?
Race & Profession: Elven Monster Killer.
Sex: Male
Height: Curious question, most of those from my land know that all male elves are indeed exactly the same height. So, my height could be described as "male elf".
Weight: Similar thing to height really, even though i don't eat, i don't lose weight, nor put it on. Nor does my weight change with age. Again, "male elf weight" best describes my build.
Age: Around 6-7 months. I'm not too sure.
Eye Color: Alas, with no mirrors in the land of Gustin, i can not be truly sure. I am told i have green eyes though. They could be lying.
Hair Color: Blond.
Weapon of Choice: Bow. Great big twangy bow.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Monsters fear me, dwarves love me, prophets are bored of me. I've done many things in my short life, killed many monsters, and led many assaults on castles, being the chief ranged unit during the great period now referred to as "the age of sieges". Alas, our world now has little need for sieges, as we mostly dominate the other inhabitants. Our main challenge now lies in taking the mighty Aden, a goal i believe slightly beyond our means at the moment.
As for what I wear, well, i was proud to be the first archer on the land to be equipped with armor with a curios shape on it. It resembles the letter "B". In fact, this "B" armor and my weapon made me the finest equipped archer in all the land. Which was nice. Alas, i've been sleeping a lot recently, and have not kept up with the latest trends in fashion :( I still sport this so called "B" jewellery and stuff, but it no longer feels special.
When out hunting, i'm kinda bossy and strict when it comes to the actual operation of killing, but this is only because i'm a perfectionist, who likes to see as many monsters killed per hour as i possibly can.
What does the future hold? Well, no-one can be sure, as always. But.. I have recently had premonitions that I may fall into a deep, deep coma :(, but, and this bit confuses me slightly, my conscience may be transferred to a far away land.. A mystical land known as "Eva", and that on this land.. I may become a woman. Oh how i'm looking forward to waking up as a woman. :)
I once can across a strange man. This man claimed to hold alien technology, in fact, he was truley amazing. He managed to capture my spirit, and forge a floppy sheet, with my image on it. It was truley wierd to see at first. He told me this was my "baby photo", a strange term I had never heard.
As Adorna baths in the river bed to remove the forever lingering smell of smoke. Her senses start to burn as a tall figure comes into view, she dives underwater to escape the smell coming up only eye level watching him pass by.
The door to the tavern smashes open as Quaythescus futher retreats into the shadows. The tall figure in the door way is blacken from the bright sunlight outside. Upon entering he hits his head on the door beam over head, letting out a grunt as he takes the beam in hand and pushes it up one keltir in height.
Taking a wolf skin and bears tooth he pins it to the bulletin board, turns and leave....
Quaythescus emerges from the shadows to read the note the tall figure posted..
Kalypso, born on Talking Island, let a quiet life for the former part of childhood with her brother Maly, her mother and father. She often fished, watched boats, swam, and sometimes slept upon the shores at night, staring into the distance.
That all changed when her mother and father where killed by marauding dark elves. She and her brother were taken aboard a slave ship to the dark elf land, where they spent seven years serving the vile goddess of darkness. Maly was slain by the matron mother of Shillen. Kalypso, half starved, dragged herself to Gludin. There, she initiated herself as a cleric under the blessing of the tetriarch in the temple.
At nights, she sleeps restlessly, dreaming about the face of her slain brother. She only finds comfort in the big green hands of an orc named Kronas, who took her under his care, to guide her as she practiced the ways of the healing arts.
Now she wears the yellow robes, markings of her professions. She rarely speaks, and has a quiet, angry soul. Kalypso has a hatred toward dark elves, and an almost cult-like reverence for followers of light. She prefers to support instead of being the hero.
Race & Profession: Elven/going to be scout in 4 more levels
Sex: male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140
Age: 50 (young for an elf)
Eye Color: Pale Blue/Gray
Hair Color: Blonde
Weapon of Choice: Compound Bow
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Lonesome has never given his real name to anybody, so all have so far called him by his nickname of unknown origins. As soon as I am done with the first chapter of the stories of lonesome I will post it. It will give the reason for nickname and the reason he has not told anyone his real name.
Lonesome wears a set of bronze armor and as he enters battle he can be heard crying his battle cry "gurth goth Tel'Quessir" which is "death to the foes of the elves" in elvish.
He hates: spiders,orcs,and all enemies of the elves (he doesn't completly hate Dark Elves but he has not forgiven them for slaughtering the elves defending the Elven Fortress in the olden days), bustling towns, beer, and black magic.
He likes: hunting, arhcery, white magic, nature, water, aquatic life, trees, forests, plant life.
Race & Profession: Shaman (soon to be OVERLORD)
Sex: well.. orc, somtimes i have problems telling us apart
Height: bloody tall!
Weight: 3 elves
Age: well.. i havn't really changed.. i was born in the fire temple.. fully grown. but i've been getting into a lot of PvP lately, so i'd say i'm in my terrible 2s
Eye Color: err... green i think. most of me is green, so i'd guess my eyes too
Hair Color: A nice shade of brown (to match my brig)
Weapon of Choice: Anything that bashes!
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): I'm a orc with magic! kinda odd... magic is very hard for me, thats why i cast so slow, but i try, and i do well.
I have lots of diffrent clothes, my baby cothes are always withing reach. a nice bathROBE too. and my personaly favorite, my brig... oo i love that nice brown! but i wish the skirt was longer.
I am the model orc! i stand for justice. if i see someone get ganked into the fray!!! i'm not afraid to fight those many lvls higher than myself (which i do very well at i might add!). i mostly dislike those elves and humans! they stole the power from the orcs! for that they shall pay! but even a human i can learn to accept if they show honor. and even my bruddas and sistas i will condem if they are treacherous.
I'm rather loud too. i'm never afraid to delcare "ORCS > ALL" and if you disagree... i'll eat your soul!! oh yes, my favorite food is a nice soul... or ice cream.. or soul-ice cream... or pizza... no orc can resist ice cream, or pizza.
I'm also know to ramble on.. and on.. and one (even while fighting mobs.. that can get you killed you know!) so i'd better stop with my banter.
Weapon: Finally honed steel blades/shields and wild animals
Vistaakah is a charachter who is soft spoken never grabbing the public eye yet serving a cause or burden if you will in the pursuit
of the only true law the heart.
As a young dark elf, his parents were taking captive and imprisoned by the High Lords of the Shilien temple for the sole reason that their beliefs were not acceptable by the high order.. Cast out and left to die in the Dark Forest, Vistaakah had to learn survival off the land away from society, its money and its evil tyrants using there powers for greed instead of good.
Vistaakah became at one with the forest as well as the animals of the forest.. He is peace loving Dark Elf who like his parents believed that the laws of the land are laws of the heart. He will only draw his blade and spew blood of his enemies out of passion for injustice to the less fortunate never for greed or in veangance.
He will travel the cities and could be standing near you but chances are he would be a shadow to you. But to know him you will see a Dark Elf with a greater calling. For those lucky enough to meet him your life will be forever changed. For those that attempt to drag the darkness into his light of life will feel the whisper of his cold blade and there departure from life as they knew it..
By the way, I have two main characters that I'm playing, I won't go into the supporting characters :D
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Name: HahinaMewura
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Dark Wizard (going Spellhowler)
Sex: Female, and no you're not getting any
Height: tall enough to kill
Weight: heavy enough to kill
Age: old enough to know how
Eye Color: pale turquoise
Hair Color: platinum silver
Weapon of Choice: book, so she can teach her enemies the error of their ways
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Dark Elven tailors are unimaginative when it comes to a young one's clothing.
Hahina watches and listens at first, is a bit sarcastic, and very skeptical. She likes the hunt, the quick kill, the slow torture. Whatever it takes. She doesn't remember much of her past, except betrayal and devotion to Shilen. She also carries a Taint and a Voice, who are constantly warring over what little piece of soul she has left, having sacrificed most of it to Shilen to purify her bloodline of her mother's corruption.
Obviously, it didn't quite work.
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Name: Shirathe
Server: Erica
Race & Profession: Dark Elven soon-to-be wizard, also going spellhowler
Sex: Female
Height: -
Weight: -
Age: -
Eye Color: light blue
Hair Color: silver
Weapon of Choice: staff
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): This isn't as much an RP character, as it is me if I were a dark elf. She is, however, a lot less cautious, given to running straight into attacking things that are too strong for her, willing to fight to the death (a lot of dying). Fighting thrills her, makes her genuinely happy. Bloodlust and battlelust are very good friends to her. She likes doing things on her own, although she won't turn down help. She'll keep trying until she finds the recipe for success. (Died three times trying to hunt Skeleton Scouts for the last part of her class transfer).
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OOC: Dying means nothing to me, I've been pk'd, trained, slaughtered by mobs. It doesn't upset me. The only thing that does upset me is when there's not enough stuff to kill. :D
((ooc I have 3 primary’s on Lionna, so here is each as they are currently))
Name: Zefra
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Dark Elf Wizard (going summoner at 40)
Sex: Male
Height: Average for a DE
Weight: Light build
Age: Unknown
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Ashen Silver
Weapon of Choice: Varies
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Knowledge set. Personality is Xenophobic towards civilization, a hermit by preference. Avoids towns unless absolutely necessary. Prefers the company of aggressive creatures to other humanoids. Has few friends... but values there friendship greatly. One gets the impression looking at him that he has suffered a great loss in the past. This may explain his xenophobia toward others, including his own kind.
Name: Aahx
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Assassin
Sex: Male
Height: Short for a DE
Weight: light, wiry build
Age: unknown
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: Ashen Silver (like his cousin Zefra)
Weapon of Choice: Cursed Main Gauche, and his Dark Elf Bow
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Manticore set. Is young and self confident, but not brash as many a youth can be. Tends to be quiet and not outspoken. Prefers to show his worth via deeds, and not tell stories. Shorter than his cousin Zefra and considerably faster both afoot, as with his hands. Has knowledge of silent walking, is trained to withstand harsh environments and land on his feet. He is more amiable toward strangers (unlike his cousin Zefra), but still keeps his true friends to a minimum.
Name: Mince
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Dwarf, Artisan
Sex: Female
Height: Short.. but very cute
Weight: Muscular, but in a nice way.
Age: 34 (very young for a dwarf)
Eye Color: BBB (aka Big Baby Blue)
Hair Color: Red
Weapon of Choice: Tarbar
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Has a borrowed Tarbar and half plate set (must return all when she is 35 seasons and can afford her own set). Very friendly and flirtatious dwarf. Loves her ale, as well as a good song or poem. Will only flirt though.. and will stop things abruptly before they might go “to far” (is still a virgin, and is waiting for that special someone before giving herself). She loves to tinker, and is happy to make anything other than SSD.. even for free, to break up the boredom of crafting SSD’s. She cant wait till she can craft her own Golems. She likes to group with strangers and get to know them. As well as being very protective of her groupmates while with them (to include self sacrifice to try and save them). You can usually hear her coming, as she sings: “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf” as she wanders the countryside.
Race & Profession:Eleven Legacy Redemptor (Silver Ranger)
Sex:Male
Height:5,8
Weight:160
Age:old enough
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color:Light Blonde
Weapon of Choice: Bow
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Hes always wearing lite clothes cause is easier for using bows.
Hes a legacy kepper hes alwayst looking for the infidels who disgraces the elven race, hates Dark Elves above anything else andyou will only see him around one to learn a good way of killing him. why im a racist u say? easy, both my parents were powerfull wizard that were fighting the orc by the time the humans betrayed us, mom died in the hands of an orc, dad in the hands of a human so there was only me and my sister left, but then the damed brown elf killed my sister while she was trying to ban them to the underworld, so i descided that i wouldnt trust anyone, elven legacy must be kept safe so thats my job now punishing the sinners so the race remains pure.
Race & Profession: Elf (Mix of High Elf and Wood Elf) profession Silver Ranger, Leader of RoA (Rangers of Aden)
Sex: Male
Height: 5ft 7inches
Weight: 160-170
Age: 21
Eye Color: hazzle brown
Hair Color: Platinum
Weapon of Choice: Whatever can do the job quickly and cleanly.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Generally Headshot would be one of the more harder characters to describe. Even from the beginning Headshot was different at birth, with a strange tattoo or design on his forehead. He has gone through many obstacles in life, being pick-on by both the high elven race and the wood elf race for being a mix between the two. However, the people that really do know him, know his true chacter. At any point in time, Headshot would always look at the optimistic way of things (probably because he was let down from both of his elven races so much). He grew up in a high elf society which was distinctly apart from the wood elf "druid" culture. However, Headshot knew many things about nature and the lands of Aden partly because he spent countless days and nights away from his High Elven society which labeled him as a "savage" of the woods.
Mini History: (from my newb RP skilz)
The High Elven culture, with it's tall slendor and majestic casltes and spires looked down upon the simple wood elf peoples. They thought the wood elves were outdated and out of place. Although shunning the old ways, the High Elves strive to restore the once great Elven Kingdoms. The High Elves interacted much with the rest of the world and other races such as the humans and dwarves. The high elves frequently went to war with their Dark Elven brothers. From years of battle and trade between neighboring races (particularly dwarf crafted armor), High Elves made great Elven Knights and Wizards.
Wood Elves have barely changed from the old ways. Wood elves generally have anything near or close to a castle city, mostly wooden tree houses in small pocket communities. The wood elves didn't really care much about interactions with other races nor war of any kind. They were more focused on protecting mother nature and insuring it's growth. They knew the land by heart from vast hills, valley, rivers to the tiniest pebble and creek of Aden. The Wood Elves thus became ideal rangers and scouts. Also from it's lessons learnt from mother nature, Wood Elves had many herbal and magical skills to heal/cure any ailing person. As a consequence, many famous Elven Eldars were of Wood Elf background. Wood Elves are not a cowardice race however... they would try to find every way to avoid a war but if war is necessary, they would comission the best rangers and elders to join the ranks of their High Elven allies.
(back to the story)
From his pathfinding skills and knowledge of the land he became a scout. During one of his scouting partrol missions for bands of orcs/goblins/dark elves or any threats, something inside him called upon him from the nearby enchanted forest. He did not know what or why, but he had to heed to this calling from the enchanted forest. He urged his patrol party to investigate this matter but as always, the high elves did not care nor listen to this... "Tree Hugger." The patrol officer ordered Headshot to stay put. However, Headshot could not ignore this feeling... so at night went scout party set up camp, he snuck out which was not a problem for this scout. Headshot trecked deep into the enchanted woods with it's massive skyscrapper trees. After two days of venturing into the forest with no rest nor sleep, Headshot fell asleep from complete exhaustion. He awoke to a warm small aqua green glow above his nose. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that it was a forest fairy. The forest fairy, no bigger than the size of a closed fist, tugged at Headshot's platinum hair with a little giggle pointing to a direction. Usually Headshot would light a lamp or use a light stone before going anywhere but the fairy provided enough light in this thick forest. He had lost track of day or night for it was all the same inside this dark forest. After about a mile or so, the fairy finally let go of his hair and waved a quick goodbye and fluttered somewhere into the midst of the trees. Headshot was alone again in the dark forest, but he wasn't sad because he was used to being alone. Then Headshot realized a faint glow... he travelled to the light. He then realized it was a wood elf city. YES! a CITY! The city was nothing he had ever seen before. The city was well lit with moon colored light, and had magnificent structures built high in the sky, supported by the forest's skyscrapper trees. Headshot stood looking up in awe seeing an almost "floating city." All kinds of activity was going on like any other bustling city yet... there was a kind of peace... The city was full of color from the many colored fairies flying about. All of a sudden a big griffen flew towards Headshot and just by instinct Headshot readied his bow and arrow. However from his years of wildlife experience, just by looking at the the griffen was flying, he knew it posed no threat. The giant bird motioned the confused newcomer to climb on it's back. Just as Headshot got on it's back he was air born. Although this city looked great from below, the view from higher elevation was even more spectacular. The griffen let out a cry as it broke through the forests highest trees and into the sky. Headshot squinted at the sunlight that he hasn't seen for near 2 days, yet he smiled and took a deep breath of open air. As Headshot looked down he was even more surpised that the wood elf city structure spired high into the sky. The griffen then landed on large hall. Headshot could not stop but wonder, how a large hall could be built at this altitude. Then tall figure of great age approached Headshot. With a soft yet powerful voice said " Welcome my child... I am the head eldar of this enchanted city. Sir Deis Jon'ay... Do you know why you are here... Do you know what that mark on your forehead means..." Headshot just stood there speechless. He had long given up his quest to search for the meaning of his birth mark nor did his ever parents know.
-----tired----
The Head Eldar then said " You most go to the lands of Mordor... and help Frodo Baggins retrieve MY PPPRRREEECCIIOOUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSS :o
Hair Color: white with almost invisible golden streaks
Weapon of Choice: of choice? a sword, but she was "blessed" with the gift of magic and uses a staff out of necessity
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Maharette is a very quiet girl dark elven girl with a severe expression always on her face. She was left alone in the Light Elven Village a few days after she was born with no clue as to who her parents are. She believes that her mother is a Light Elven woman of about 300 (or 30 human years) old. She has spent her life alone and unhappy, trying to make peace with the fact that she may never know who she really is.
She has a fierce attitude and prefers to swing her staff around recklessly rather than cast spells and then run.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Fures is a consummate swordsman, having mastered the use of nearly every blade longer than a dagger. He roams the land with his friends and clan-mates in search of greater challenges both in and out of the arena. If asked why he chose to fight with two blades instead of the traditional sword and shield, he'd probably reply "I was born to duel," and it would be mostly true. His father was a master swordsman who retired to a position as town guard around Giran. As such, Fures was trained to use swords from the time he was old enough to get his fist around the hilt of one. His family lived near the dueling arena outside of Giran, so many days were spent watching the fighters battle each other.
Once old enough to train in earnest, Fures was sent to Oren to learn from the masters, and it was then that he realized that he was not cut out to be a knight, rather his calling was engaging his enemies one-on-one and beating them into submission with is superior power. It has been rumored that he has even discovered the ability to focus the power of his sword swings to send forth devastating sonic waves that assault his enemies before they can even get close. One day his name will be known world wide, spoken in whispers of fear and awe by allies and enemies alike.
Weapon of Choice: One-handed staves or magical swords so that I may protect myself with my shield and Eva given blessings
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Ceradwen was born a kind and loving Elven healer. Her path is to follow the will of Eva and that of her Lord, Sir Zaleri. When Ceradwen was younger, she spent much time frolicking in the elven forest with her true love and welcoming other young elves into her family, the Sword and Staff clan. Eventually, Ceradwen, her Lord, and their kin, traveled into the lands of the humans. This was an exciting time for the young Ceradwen: she met those from other races and developed tolerance for them all, even the dark elves despite all the bigotted beliefs past down to her from her ancestors. Also, Zaleri offered her his hand in marriage, which she gladly accepted!! (Mind you, there has been no marriage yet. This must be the longest engagement ever! At least he has upgraded the engagement ring :p.) This was still a care-free time for the young elf-girl. She spent much time admiring her jewels and giggling with friends. Ceradwen worked on her studies at a leisurely pace, all the while dressed in fashionable robes.
Recently, however, Ceradwen came to realize that the time for drawing hearts in the sand and picking flowers had come to an end. After the brutal murders of herself and several of her kin (thank Eva for the power of rescurection), Ceradwen has returned to her studies with renewed passion and a sense of purpose. She is still that kind and loving healer who used to bless anyone she met. Now, however, with evil lurking in every corner of this land, she is more cautious and suspicious. Much like when the elves implemented a protective forcefield around their village, this sweet elf must now show her kindness and selflessness only to her immediate kin.
One last interesting fact about Ceradwen pertains to a message she once received from fairy Maruka. On the elf girl's 11th birthday, she handed a sparkling, red ruby to her and said, "My elf child over whom I watch, you may not believe me, but you are of royal blood. And, one day, my child, you will fill your destiny as princess in a far away land."
Well I couldn't resist once I heard this one...
In character:
Name: Nerothos (Elven for flawless archer)
Server: Seighardt
Race & Profession: Elven Silver Ranger
Sex: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lb
Age: Umm... pretty high (4856)
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Short, Blonde
Weapon of Choice: As my name suggests, and my profession... and steriotypical elves.... you guessed it, THE BOW! :D
Mini Description (Clothing,expression,etc): It started out with when I was a young age, my father was practicing archery. He was like robin hood... times a trillion. He inspired me to follow his footsteps. For several years after I hit 45 I became a Sentinal of the forest.
My Career of a sentinal surprisingly grew incredibly boring, and I set out for higher adventure at age 78. Soon I became familiar with adventuring, sleeping under the starts, with nothing to eat but ash and nothing to drink but your own sweat... *sigh* good times... oh yeah...
Anywho, I soon became a strong fighter, and was introduced into the silver rangers, not many I met were in the same profession as I, but they definately enjoyed it as much as I did :) Soon with many experiences and lots of gold with me, I decided to lead a clan, through lots of patience I recruited young adventurers... probably just to catapult them into horrifying death. I did the unthinkable! :) I stole the flooring designs for castle aden, built 15 seige golems and WENT CRAZY :). In the end the entire clan received so much money that we became kings/queens of the world.
Personally I keep my hair short, and I stick to light armored suits, I especially favor my bracers, preventing and curing hours of pain (do you have any idea how much your wrists hurt after firing 10000000000 arrows in your entire life?)
Thats my story!
Name: Korein
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Dark Elf Fighter -> Assassin
Sex: Male
Height: About average for a Dark Elf
Weight: Also about average for a Dark Elf
Age: Unknown, but quite young
Eye Color: Dark and brooding :cool:
Hair Color: Maroon with white streaks
Weapon of Choice: Dagger, any kind
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Korein is quite moody, ranging from chatty and talkative to quiet and withdrawn, often within seconds. He does not anger easily, but neither is he particularly passionate about anyone or anything. Different people say different things, some claim he is warm and friendly, others say he is cold and callous, neither enemies nor friends can quite place him, but all agree he is far from sane and not to be trusted. He is fond of making wild claims about Shilen's imminent return and the ultimate destruction or enslavement of all except the Dark Elves, which tends to annoy almost everyone. Still, on the plus side, he never runs from a fight and also avoids starting them. Korein can play the peacemaker and the destroyer with equal ease, and no one is ever quite sure which role he will choose in a time of crisis.
Korein, all who know him agree, is a wonderful man, as long as you keep a close eye on him. :)
<u>Mini-Description</u>
Olorae is a slender dark elf woman. She is shorter than most of her peers, a fact she is quite self-conscious about. Her hair is a deep black, in contrast to the way it was when she was born. This color exists from a pigmentation of dyes she uses once each week, to ensure it's color.
I will further edit this post once I learn a bit more about her.
Race & Profession:Light Elf Fighter (aiming for Plains Walker)
Sex:Male (Hetero)
Height:6 feet
Weight:180 lbs
Age: 19
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: blonde
Weapon of Choice: Dagger and Bow
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
i am very skilled with a bow and joint combat tactics... if there is anyone with a low teens lvl char on batz looking for somoen to rp with them i am all for it.....
Name:Anubis3
Server:Bartz
Race&profession:Drow and Abyss Walker
Sex:Male
Height:5'10
Weight:wont let anyone know...........
Age:27
Eye Color:Black
Hair Color:Black with white streaks
Weapon of choice:Mith Dagger until he has serious funds.......
Server: A "Server"? What is that? I am from the proud and dark land Erica!
Race & Profession: Dark Elf Assasin
Sex: Female
Height: 180cm
Weight: 124 lb
Age: 1032
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Black
Weapon of Choice: Bow, The swiftness of it. The feeling of the thoudsans of damage flowing into your enemie.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Royka wears light armor to be swift as the wind.
Royka were born in a little farm house in the Dark elven land.
She had alllways be fancinated by bows. When she were six years old she got her first bow.
Royka`s family got killed by some Light Elven Hunters but Royka escaped when they started to burn down her family`s house.
Eversince then Royka have had a very big hatred for the Light Elfs and one day she will get her revenge.
Royka have killed alot of elfs of the light. But none of them were her family`s Murders.
Royka were one of the lead rangers in the in the Battle of The Underground Fortress, called Elven Fortress by elfs and the other races.
She found one elf that she saw were one of her family`s murders and she attack him.
Her arrow made a big scar in his face.
Royka became a Assasin to master her bows and to be swift to kill any light elfs she could see.
When ever Royka sees a Light elf in the middle of the day, she allways follow them untill night and she hide in the darkness and suddenly..
A arrow flyes through the air and hit them in the heart.
A swift and painfull death.
Thats what Royka wishes mostly for the Light Elfs.
Name: Durwin ap Bowne...just Durwin, or if ye wish to peve him with official titles Durwin ap Bowne, Second Lord of Malmallen <shudders> call him Durwin or Lord Durwin if ye must use "Lord"
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Human Warrior
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: err...he is something like 20 stones...or 10 err not sure
Age: 23 years
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Sandy Blondish Brown
Weapon of Choice: Dual Swords
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):Durwin is a kind caring man still somewhat adapting to being a leader. Most will find it easy to befriend him. Although beware, Durwin has no patience for those who harm the lands and inhabitants of Aden and Elmore unjustly. He can often be found hunting alongside his love or his family. If you seek assistance he is often willing to help. Also to give you fair warning, Durwin is easy to excite.
Durwin finds it uncomfortable to be in anything but heavy armor. Often times he is in Brigadine...and only for very special occasions will he be in plain clothing. ((I don't want to post a whole life story so ask him in-game if you must hear more))
Available Days/Times: Weeknights from 7-12 CST (mostly, I am on at other times, but those are more sporatic)
Race & Profession: Dark Elf/Shillien Oracle (soon to be Elder!)
Sex: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 112lbs.
Age: 149 (assuming D&D type elf years)
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Naturally white, sshh, she dyes it! Don't tell anyone!)
Weapon of Choice: Sword *thwap!* so I can hit you when you do something stupid
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Praelia is stunningly beautiful. She has long brown hair with mini-braids. Her eyes are intense but are still a pale purple. She prefers to dress to please the eye over dress for functionality. She quite skilled at her profession and quite capable of keeping her travelling companions alive, but if she needs to do so, she can bring back from Death's grasp. She'll be a loyal friend, but if you cross, you had better tread lightly if you value your life.
Height: umm not sure taller than a dwarf smaller than an orc :)
Weight: that's not something u ask a girl
Age: 20
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: light purple
Weapon of Choice: bastard elven duals, and either short or long bow.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Right now m1zuko is wearing the manti set. she's kinda of a ditzy and agros alot. But she fun...what kind elf can agro on the road...mizu can lol. She also is very careless sometime and will take on things that are to high for her...but it has to be challenging. She doesn't like fighting weak mobs. She often found hanging with her clan. especially the clan leader dneth. she is pronuced dneth sidekick and the train lol.
Name: plainly known as Farashyid
Server: Lionna
Race&Profession: Dark Elven Fighter
Sex: Male
Height: 183cm
Weight: 62kg
Age: Centuries has passed it's been forgotten..
Eye Color: Crimson red
Hair color: Red with white stripes.
Weapon of Choice: Any dagger that is sharp enough for kills.
Description: A intimidating pair of eyes, that glare straight into the soul of anyone who stares into it, he emanates a strange aura of hatred and sadness blended together in an odd fashion. He wears anything that can is good enough for his own protection. He usually brings an expressionless look on his face but will change in different situations, as he is deranged. His hair is short on the back while long infront, covering half his face, but his eyes still pierces through the veil of long hair, as though in his state of mental instability there is still great focus.
Now, he has not compassion or love for anyone in this world except one. He does not care about Gods or Godesses and only works for himself. Unless there is something worthy to gain, he listens to no one and no God. That is because he has his own inner mind to subdue as he is constantly witholding his insanity to possibly have enough time to care for this world or anyone.
He came from a distant land, seeking his lost love and the centuries past cause him to lose his mind and in addition to his tainted blood, the longer he lives to closer he is to the complete utter destruction of himself, leaving only a shell of him and his tainted blood in control.
He was not born this way though, the centuries changed him from his former self into this being people in this world call "Dark Elves" though awfully similar in many ways, he would rather be known as a vampire, though he does not like to mention it.
Lastly, as much as a deranged being he is, he keeps everything to himself and only speaks when needed. He has seen enough evils to not flinch on the sight of anything or try in any way to make friends, for he only believes in his own strength and the strength of his love.
NAME: Daimiah I Princess of the Short Ones
Server: Devianne
Race&Job: Dwarven Artisan
Sex: Yes and make it hurt........i mean Female...tee hee ;)
Hieght: Ummmm........Bought 3ft 9in..... i'll kick you in the nuts you make fun of my hieght
Weight: 130lbs
Age: 18......old enough
Eyes: green or are they red now.?.?.?.? i forget.........stupid potion
Weapon: anything i can get a hold of prefer dual swords or big fat *** hammers!!!!!!!
Daimiah grew up in the wilds of Elmore taunting the kelters, Blackwolves, and orcs. She lived peace fully with a Grand Master of the Black Anvel guild who found her abondend beside a ravaged caravan that had been st a blaze by the ruthless goblin Brigands and their minions. She lived with out ever knowing this fact about her past for many years and believing the Grannd Master whom she called Hoehn to be her father until the day.............. She came running home from town one day (which was not unusual for her to do for she was constanly getting in to mischief) to her home only to find it empty and ad ravaged with blood all over the interior and exterior and no Hoehn to be found.........She followed a blood trail through the forest to find her father.........But what she found was the like of which no one except the great warriors of the past had ever seen................ and i have to leave it there for now
Name: Darian valdorf (now only known as Serven Of Dead)
Server:devianne
Race & Profession: undead- an avenger, working only to get revange..
Sex: male
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 72 kg
Age: 32 in life (213 in death)
Eye Color:dark
Hair Color: dark
Weapon of Choice: dual swords, at the time dual samurai longswords is the prefered.
who is he...
He broke the laws of the elders
So they plucked out his eye,
Took his land and fortune,
Left him to die
Bound on the shoreline,
Left for the tide,
See's his life blood leaving...
Circling lower the vultures fly
These bones may be broken
But the spirit can't die
And the Gods see his anguish
And give him a sign
From the floor of the ocean
The ship of the lost souls rise
And they take him where no one sleeps
while the undead cry
Where no one sleeps while the undead cry
And in the world above
The elders sing,
On his land they live
Let death's bell ring
He was met at the gate of Hades
By the Guardian of the Lost Souls,
The Keeper of the Unavenged
And He did say to him:
"Let you not pass abandon return to the world from once you came
And seek payment not only for thy known anguish
But vindicate the souls of the Unavenged"
And they placed in his hands a sword made for him called Vengeance
Forged in brimstone and tempered by the woeful tears of the Unavenged
And to carry him up on his journey back to the upper world
They brought forth their Demon horse called Black Death
A grim steed so fiercely might and black in colour
That he could stand as one with the darkness
Save from his burning eyes of crimson fire
And on that night they rode up from Hell
The pounding of his hooves did clap like thunder
Burning, death, destruction [censored] the daughters and wives
In blood I take my payment in full with their lives
No one can escape me on Black Death I ride
When kissed by the sword of Vengeance
Your head lays there by your side
I take the lives of all that I once knew
The torn flesh of a slow death waits for you
Burning, death, destruction [censored] the daughters and wives
In blood I take my payment in full with their lives
I spare not land or servants my wake is slow dead there
I take their wives and daughters
They stand there watching, watching
Hoping to get my life but when I'm through they know they must pay, and there will die..
Personaliti:
evil as the darkness he comes from.
he can help, but only if he see a reason to, this can be revange or becourse you give him something he could use in his search..
Race & Profession: I am Praelia's archer, a scout. I am the [Censored] daughter of a light and a dark elf, but most of my looks come from my mother, of the Elven family Andrialis.
Sex: No, thank you. I am not that sort of Elf.
Height: Shorter than my bow.
Weight: What sort of business is that of yours?
Age: Younger than my sister, Praelia.
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: White
Weapon of Choice: I currently use the weapon given to me by my sister, a light crossbow. However, I don't think it is very light.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): I bear mostly the traits of my mother's family, and as the child of both races, my goal in life is to one day unite them. I have great respect for both Eva and Shilen, as both have blessed me in return for my faithful service. I wish to help those who cannot help themselves, and seek justice against those who wish to harm.
Name: AlakXiltyn, at least that's what the ladies call me *wink*
Server: I hail from the land of Seighardt!
Race & Profession: I am a mystic of the Dark Arts...meow.
Sex: When? Wanna come back to DEV with me?
Height: Just tall enough...
Weight: ****.
Age: Yes.
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: White
Weapon of Choice: A staff...
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): I exist to entertain those of the feminine persuasion. I would do just about anything for a lady who catches my eye. So if you like, I would love to meet you.
((OOC)) Player's note: Yes, I am a female player, playing a male character. Yes, he thinks he's his god's gift to women. I play him because he's FUN to play.
Name: Janice De Undriel, but is called Woofie; nicknamed by her parents because as a child she tried to imitate the sounds of wolves.
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Dwarven Artisan
Sex: Female
Height: 3'
Weight: 130 lbs, or in dwarven terms, 6 bags of soulshot.
Age: 15, the number of years it takes to make a dwarven ale potent enough to make steam come out of your eyeballs.
Eye Color: Blue, like soulshot.
Hair Color: Red, pulled into two buns to get out of face and for easy crafting; the way her mother used to do her hair.
Weapon of Choice: Anything blunt, and soulshot useable.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Woofie was born into a family of dwarven scavengers, but became an artisan, because when her parents asked her to hold something she would always lose it. She resides in Southern Aden, selling her crafts in various towns and cracking skulls on the side. She can be sweet, but when angered you can be sure heads will roll.
Race & Profession: Human,mystic...lvl 6 as most say in that one town by all the "noobish" keltir and the port where mosst humans stay
Sex: Male,any girls come and get it
Height: I dunnow you tell me
Weight: Possibly 100-169lbs
Age: I been around
Eye Color: Varies from day to day
Hair Color: A nice shade of brown...i think
Weapon of Choice: Bow& Wooden Arrows
Fine art of magic
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): It varies from day to day as I say one man can not tell the full tale it takes men from all points of view and thats how i will put it
:)
Age: Unknown (Acquaintances speculate late teens or early twenties.)
Eye Color: Teal
Hair Color: Pale Gray
Weapon of Choice: Two-Handed Swords (Though he has also displayed great skill with a sword and shield.)
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Valker is a young man shrouded in mystery and wrapped in a perpetual air of sobriety. He speaks little, and the few words he does provide tend to be curt and factual, providing little insight into his past or the deeper workings beneath his morose countenance. This constant state of unsociability tends to frustrate most would-be companions away, leaving him, for the most part, to his own devices. Women have frequently remarked that he would be quite handsome were he ever to smile, but that is a rarer occurance still.
It takes battle to truly bring this otherwise reserved young warrior to full potential. The same cold, calculating attitude he maintains in all other aspects of living carries over onto the battlefield, but any aptitude he may lack socially is almost entirely dispelled in his dedication to his allies. Valker prefers to be at the focal point of a conflict, providing the vanguard while allowing others around him to better serve their purpose. He apparently considers his own life to be forfeit, which makes him a dangerous enemy, a valuable ally, and a liability...
Race & Profession: Human,mystic...lvl 10 as most say in that one town by all the noobish keltir and the port where mosst humans stay
Sex: Male,any girls come and get it
Height: I dunnow you tell me
Weight: Possibly 100-169lbs
Age: I been around
Eye Color: Varies from day to day
Hair Color: A nice shade of brown...i think
Weapon of Choice: Bow& Wooden Arrows
Fine art of magic
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): It varies from day to day as I say one man can not tell the full tale it takes men from all points of view and thats how i will put it
:)
Name: ztuLVince those on a friendly basis with me call me "ZT".
OOC: ingame the L & V aren't capitalized, I didn't realize we could have capital letters when I made this character. I kept this name from my previous mmorpg, Earth and Beyond, the intention was to have the in-game name look like ztuL'Vince, with a story behind why the name would appear thus, but game mechanics and all... I'll quit rambling ;-)
Server: Sieghart
Race & Profession: Dark Elf, Shillien Knight
Sex: male
Height: it's all relative
Weight: often carrying a burden
Age: a couple years, it seems, in this land anyway. Time forever confuses me, unless I am in the heat of a battle my mind is often clouded, pondering.
Eye Color: Golden but otherwise dark, by nature I cast my gaze as to make others feel uncomfortable, looking into their eyes as I try to determine their true character.
Hair Color: dark Burgandy with streaks of grey/white, much of it concealing my face.
Weapon of Choice: One handed long swords.
Mini-Description : Since awakening in the land of Aden, I and some of dear friends have been confused and conflicted as to our past. My own memory prior is fairly vivid, I often gaze at the stars and remember dashing through the galaxy exploring strange phenomenon. Now some time later I am finally beginning to adjust to this new life, and have found pride in becoming a Shillien Knight, as well as a Knight of Clan Jenquai.
Honesty, trust, kinship... these are values I hold dear. I look down upon the pirates and thieves roaming the land, but prefer to remain passive. I have learned the hard way to think twice about helping someone in distress. But helping those truly in distress is part of my calling.
The politics of this land confuse my mind so much it hurts, as such I prefer the company of my friends and generally stay quiet much of the time.
Since arriving in this land, my primary motivation has been to maintain the bonds of friendship I have enjoyed for so long.
Name: Mizuken
Race & Profession: Dark Elf, Palpus Knight
Sex: male
Height: average
Weight: often overweight due to ss
Age: teenager
Eye Color: dark
Hair Color: black with a purple strip
Weapon of Choice: duals, but currently using sor.
Mini-Description : As a young player Mizuken often looked up to an older DE, and his human friend for aid and advice. It was from them he decided one day he wished to be a bd. As he grew old the two left him to experince life for himself.. but they would occassionally check up on him.
From his elders he meet others who were older than him that saw much promise in his abilities. They told him when he reaches the stages of adulthood and become a blade dancer they would be glad to have him be in there clan.
From then forward Mizuken has been traveling the land of Aden making friends along the way. He work many long and hard hours striving to become the best blade dancer on aden so he can one day join the clan that will accept him. The clan that already looks upon him as the younger brother waiting for him to group up soon so he can come and play with the big boys.
So when he denies request from other clannies it's not to be rude, but he already has a clan waiting for him. he has been working hard to join them since he hit puberty and that time is soon aproaching.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): D'Nalla favors robes of fine materials, often embroidered with arcane glyphs, that allow her freedom of movement when casting spells. Shilien has graced this predator with a graceful, voluptuous body and her garments are often designed to accent her features.
D'nalla is outwardly congenial and jovial. She enjoys the company of others and takes great pleasure in conversing with all sorts of people, regardless of race or class. She is also not shy in showing her affection, but such displays are often predatory in nature. She treats her mates like prey, and for the most part they are.
D'nalla is devoted to Shilien and the study of the Black Arts. As a young apprentice, she sacrificed her childhood best friend and one-time lover to prove the level of her loyalty to Goddess, Art, and Mistress. D'Nalla does not crave anything worldly, save the occasional night of passion with her latest conquest. All she craves is knowledge, and she will do anything to get it.
An orphan initially known in his village as "Nanashi" (no-name), he was recruited at a young age by a shinobi clan called the Kagezoku. Having no family, no home, and no past ties with anyone, he was the perfect candidate for becoming a dispensible assassin. Personally taken under the wing of the high ranking jounin Shirokage, harsh training soon commenced... and, eventually attaining genin (low rank shinobi) status in only 2 weeks, he was then given the name "Kurokage" by his Sensei. He continued to recieve further personal training under Shirokage and had reached Chuunin (middle rank) status after 3 years. By this time, the Kagezoku had grown in size from just a few members, to over a hundred. This sudden growth in strength and numbers had caught the attention of some the top government officials, who even after diligently being served loyaly by the clan, saw them as a potential threat to their efforts to stay in power. In time, they were able to persuade the elders to give the order for the elimination of the Kagezoku under the reasoning that "harboring a shinobi clan like the Kagezoku during a time of peace would not fare well with other races, and will just be a waste of adena".
As a result, the clan was deemed useless by the Elders. Without safe harbor and funding, the Kagezoku were secretly hunted down, and eventually, with only a handful of members left, their new leader Shirokage, had no choice but to force the clan to be disbanded in order to protect them... but at the cost of his own life.
Time would pass, and with the death of the Elders and the replacement of a new government, the story of the Kagezoku had soon become forgotten. At present, there are officially no known Kagezoku clan members alive.. The very few high ranking jounin that have survived, were forced to live in seclusion in order to hide from the authorities. Lower ranking shinobi like Kurokage, who were not that recognizable to the Elders, managed to live a normal life amongst their Dark Elf brethren.
Kurokage, despite all that has happened to him in the past, remains very humble, humorous and light hearted, so much in fact, that no one would ever suspect that he was ever a Kagezoku shinobi; his cunning, analytic demeanor only surfacing when he has acquired his target. Perhaps this state of mind is what manages his continued sur
vival... perhaps not.
Though most Assassins prefer to wear lightweight armor types, Kurokage hunts in heavy armor that his former sensei wore, more specifically, a Half-Plate type with the kanji symbol "Shinobi" etched on the left shoulder shield. (see link)
Race & Profession: Elf fighter (working towards knighthood and eventually temple knight)
Sex: Male
Height: 6"1'
Weight: 185lbs
Age: even he's not too sure
Eye Color: black
Hair Color: Silver
Weapon of Choice: Sword
Mini-Description: A quiet and seemingly aloof person. albedo keeps to himself and trys to limit interaction with others.. especially other elves. Always in one form of armor or another and keeping his hair over his eyes and forhead as best he can. Slim yet deceptivly strong like other elves he hides a dark secret about his heritage.. being a half breed of a dark elf mother and and elf father. The most telling mark is the tatoo of the mark of Shilen on his forhead. Constantly at war with himself he feels unworthy of being an elf and reveres full blood elves as superior. The only one he finds he can trust is his dark elf half brother.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Astarch has an thing for magic aswell as the dark-arts he has never gotten close to anyone and doesn't plan to... All his life he stayed away in a dark corner of the room studying anymagic book he could get his hands on. He wears jet-black robes with red trim around the cuffs and the collar.
Name:Blitzang (HA! As if I'll tell you my real name)
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Elf and pvping
Sex: female
Height: um...I dunno..
Weight: I'm serious about this one. I dont kno
Age: I am-less than 20 years old!
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brownish black
Weapon of Choice: um...the mainguchae or however u spell it
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): i am very smart and I outsmart my friends and sometimes they call me names. uh....i sneeze, cough, wheeze, hiccup too much and i am evil, <ahem> adorable and innocent!
Name: Given: Luzy Utma (Orcish for Light One)
Nick: SilverPanties
Server: Near the birthplace of Hindemith, student of Hardin
Race: Born a light elf, Orc by upbringing
Profession: (Scout/silver Ranger) Vigilanty
Sex: Female
Height: short one
Weight: fragile
Age: unknown
Eye Color: silver
Hair Color: fair
Weapon of Choice: Burtha
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
[in character and drunk, always drunk.]
I dont remember much of the early time before the wars.... Oh wait no I do remember. I was born under the supposed protection of the shadow of the mother tree. My first and only memory was of my family and the looks on theyre faces as they were brutaly murdered by cowardous mecenaries. I was told I suffered a head wound from the attack on the village.
[Poors self another stein of beer]
When I awoke I was in a strange place. It was cold, always cold. And the people were enormous and of green color. I had been sent to the north to avoid the ensuing enslaught of the mecernaries and to recieve proper care for my head trauma. The Orc family I was entrusted to was to become my new family. The language barrier was tough but in time I learned the language. Which was rather easy, spoken it has less than 6 syllables, written it has less than 18 characters. Quickly I learned to hunt and gather food. I also learned the very important skill of fermentation. Not dissimmilar from the Dwarven method of wine making, just a little quicker and alot more stout.
[Guzzle down rest of beer and poors another]
My first and only memory was of my fami...wait no Ive already said that part..oh yes. It was into my 140th year that I made a special bond with my Orcish sister Burtha. She taught me to hunt with the bow and out in the field one day she turned to me with a with a warm look on her cold face and said "Burtha Smash!" Which just stunned me. I wasnt very drunk as it was early in the day and more important Butha had shown no signs of learning my language. She had picked up very basic words from my drunken rants and learned my native language from memory. From then on when it was too dark to hunt we would drink and talk long into the nite. To this day Burtha has fought by my side with the same fire that drives me.
[*Belches*]
Which brings us to the here and now of it. After returning to the place of my birth and learning more of my own story, I have no other ambition than to track down the cowards that murdered my family. Although I have a new family that I love deeply, I must seek revenge so I can lay my past to rest. I dont wish to be a snooty castle lord or disgruntled farmer, I only wish for one thing. The cowardous to pay for the act of being a coward.
Well seeing as how Im out of the drink I must retire. And had you asked I would have poored a glass for you. Now off with yourself. O tuk vóór shu!
Weapon of Choice: BoneBreaker
P.S. I would like to get a class for dwarves going that focuses only on fighting come to the message board Lineage 2>>suggestions Dwarven classes all u have to do is leave a message and hopfully with enough ppl lineage 2 will add a combat based fighter for the dwarf race thnx
Name: (Bear with me untill I can log back in, but thoughed it was Lysandra)
Server: Devianne
Available Days/Times/Timezone: Weeknights 18h-23h CET... Weekends when I'm awake and at home (still CET)
Race & Profession: Dark Elf Fighter (Going Shillien Knight)
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lbs (thin build)
Age: Unknown
Eye Color: (N/A)
Hair Color: (N/A)
Weapon of Choice: Sword type
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
There isn't much known about her, only thing is that she has grown up in hard times and she now got the age to start her training as dark fighter. This training is nearing its end and the she is short before setting out the dark elf village to start to look for fame and honour. Her dream is to end as a knight of Shillien in one day and she will train hard to get there. More is unknown at this point of time.
OOC PS: I got a little problems with my pc at home (lighting) so it is already a week ago I logged on, so some details I'm not sure of so I putted N/A in those cases. I will update those as soon as I can get them ;)
Name:Esiri Ofanim (Esi)
Server: bartz
Race & Profession: Elf (Elven Knight)
Sex: M
Age: 112
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: white
Weapon of Choice: sword
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Esi wears mostly armor and uses a shield at the moment he wears brig armor because of the effects on hp effects. He is a kind person but stays collected and has a tatoo on his forehead. He worships the mother tree still and makes periodic visits back to his home and prays at the mother tree.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Nurama's parents died when he was 25 as known that is pretty young. after his parents died from trying to overthrow the king of aden he swore he would kill all the that was with the king. after a year he desited to jion a academy for fighters ane mystics. he was top of his class and advanced to palus knight withen 1 week of being at the school. After he left and said he had to go out by himself till he was worthy to become a bladedancer. after about 2 weeks he meet a group of people in a clan. after gitting to know them he jioned them and become there palus leader. as of now he has full bronze and a long spear. he plans on selling his longspear and tradeing his armor in for mitheral armor and dual sabers.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): INH dresses in the clothes of the Divine order. A faint echo of supressed power flows from him, bringing tranquility and peace to those that it touch. INH wears a pleasant smile, one that states an enjoyment in life, a look into his eyes, however, reveals the lie, as within his gaze the shadows of years worth of hardship that his youthful appearance hides, peeks out. INH is always ready to lend advice or help, be it healing, strengthening, or a fast trip to the next town.
Tokara is the final series of genetic manipulation. Fortune unintettionally began the series after he spilled his blood many times in CT. The Blood took on form after a proph stepped in it while buffing giving it the power of the buffer. Leading To the creation of Tokaren, However the blood was unstable still so Tokaren used the Great money making skills of a Proph to buy cloning equipment to countine the line. Thus sokaren was born, Tryng to eliminate the DE darkness in her blood she accidently created the elf support class. Tokaren later died of complications at the young age of lvl 56, Though her persense might be felt with mortician lvling soul crystals from time to time. Sokaren Fought many battles however she finally ( possesing some of tokarens memorys through the cloning process) decided that mage with dmg was what she wanted, so using Tok's old cloning equip she created tokara in honor of tokaren and transfered her soul into her.
Tokara is presently an active talker, green, and wishes to become a great buffer as tokaren. She also wishes to seduce many women, especially Ragg who was fortune's Love and lust, cause in her mind she still is male, though she enjoys pretending to be a woman from time to time for laughs. Currently tokara likes to hang out in the catacombs
Besides fighting many battles she enjoys chess, scuba diving, kung-fu
Hehe
IRL: Looking for GF (lonly )
**** build
Lives in Texas
IRL slightly shy
Drink NO!!!!
Smoke NOO
Curently Working on Electrical engineering degree at Texas A&M
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): He wears a Dark Tunic that is adorned with gold etching's along it. Such clothings are known to be of demons (Demon Tunic Set). Half his face is covered by the black and puple streaked bangs, hiding one of his purple eyes.
Though young, his pious soul knows no bounds, and holds top authority as a Shillien Elder. He now leads a religous reformation of the deceitful church of Einhasad, to reveal the truth of the gods, and again regain the faith of the Children of Shillen. This Order of Shilen has few in numbers but gains the support of the faithful every passing of the moon.
When not praying and rallying the support of the mass he is venturing to find remnants of the giants and the gods to bring about proof of his teachings. He befriends even the smallest of dwarfs which is an odd trait for Dark Elves though is known for his sarcastic remarks.
Weapon of Choice: Bow, though a dagger comes in handy
Mini-Description: This young, cinical elven archer is always prepared for battle. Pragmatic, materialistic and a loner of shorts, she favores light armor (even if she hates the short mini-skirts, they're more like scarfs!). She wears a manticore armor, and carries a dark elven bow. She likes money above anything else, and thinks that dark elven males are HOT :D If she is seen with anyone at all, they usually would be her clan mates, specially the human warrior Laurentiis, though she tends to hit him every time she casts one of her self-buffs (I told you they weren't skirts, they were scarfs!).
Race & Profession: Human, Fighter in training to become a Warrior, then a Gladiator
Sex: Female (no you can't hit on me)
Height: Busy training to measure how tall I am
Weight: 40kg? They don't have a scale there you know?
Age: Have long forgotten
Eye Color: No mirror, so I don't really know
Hair Color: blondish with a little long ponytail
Weapon of Choice: swords...
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): I'm raised up in Talking Island by my ill-fated Mystic mother, all the while my twin brother are raised by our father in Talking Island of the land of Seighardt. Kyo Maze and I hardly contact, since we both entered the life of a fighter to become a warrior in our own path. He wanted to be a Warlord, yet I on the other hand wanted to become a Gladiator. We're both fighter, and we stay in contact as much as we can. As mother has once said: 'Take things one at a time and just be yourself is the best thing there is for people around you.' I take it to heart, and love what I do, and taking it slowly and enjoying it to the fullest.
Race & Profession: I like to faff about.. oh and Im a DE Nuker (SH)
Sex: only with a dark elf female
Height: 1/10 of my screen... 2 Inches?
Weight: My monitor is supposed to weigh 11 pounds.. I weighed it and with her on screen it was 11.0323 ... so she's 0.0323 pounds.
Age: beta is what.. 1 year and a bit?
Eye Color: ... black/blue/green ?
Hair Color: shock white
Weapon of Choice: bare hand that makes the swooshy noise when I swing it
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Born in a ghetto neighbour hood rampant with the yellow people coming in and taking their adena by night and their playground by day.. life was harsh.
Luckily.. she ate her beans and grew strong. Now, as a professional ***** kicker she regularily goes out and finds these yellow people. They can be found by following the trail of rice.
One day, following an especially large rice trail.. she ran into a full group of 9. She looked at the peculiar way that they insisted on walking... like they were doing the mamba but with alot more buttocks and groin proximity. Shrugging off their odd method of walking about she looked up and KERPLOW! out came the hurricane. KERPLOW! out came the second one. Rice was flying left and right, so were Hurricanes and sometime after morning and before tea... all the yellow people were dead.
Looking at her work she felt.... red. The yellow people hadn't even run half way to her before they exploded into flaming balls of rice so why did she feel like she was... red?!? No blood... she didnt feel frustrated, angry or tempermental... so why?
Moments later.. Sir Knight 1xfh0f and apprentice BigDance0r7a appeared on the scene. A look of murder was in their eyes.. frothing rice from the mouth they exploded into uncontrollable balls of sushi.
Luckily for Hadez, she was ahead of the game. Popping some of the magic purple juice she cast Fried Rice lvl 10. They came on relentlessly. The second, apprenti BigDance0r7a was on Hadez like sticky rice. Some nyquil in the face fixed that though. Before she could make her getaway though, the Knight was upon her. Chugging CP pots like a keg party champ, she managed to throw nyquil into his face and put him to sleep.
The world at her feet she took her time poking the two in their eyes, reducing accuracy, feeding them nasty sushi, poisoning them until they could take no more, then effectively smacking each one with the swishy hand until deceased. Hadez made her apologies to her uncontrollable rage and invited sir knight to tag along. Reading off the instructions on how to fix dead people from her piece of paper she fixed sir knight and his apprentice. Shortly after she owned them in the face with a Hurricane.
Up to the waste in rice, Hadez laughed and said
"Silly yellow people, trix are for kids." and was gone until next the yellow people struck.
Since I deleted my main (Anastrianna), I'm posting the new character. Sorry for the inconvenience
Name: Cyllan Anassan
Server: Erica
Race & Profession: Human Cleric, soon-to-be Bishop
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Black
Weapon of Choice: Journeyman's Staff (for now)
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): A shy girl with short black hair, wearing a complete Elven Mithril set an carrying an old Journeyman's staff, Cyllan can be seen running from one town to another, hunting, buffing, healing and being as helpfull as she can, while seeking for lost knowledge, and the truth behind the words of the church she works for.
Name: Adiana Nénmacil
Server: Hindemith
Race & Profession: Light Elf / Spellsinger
Sex: Female
Height: 5'3"
Weight: Are you kidding me? I should drown you for asking that.
Age: 112 (Elven Years) / 16 (Human Years)
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Weapon Of Choice: Sword Of Miracles
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): The only child of Hierarch Asterios of the Elven Village, Adiana Nénmacil was born during the war with Dark Elves and her mother was one of the seven elven elders that lost their lives. Despite of her father's wishes to not have anything to do with the outside world or magic she found herself traveling Aden within her early teenage years, trying to prove not only to herself but to her father that she has what it takes to become a great SpellSinger.
Her blonde hair basically sets her personality. Naive, clumsy, and ditzy. Most people would think she was like a new born kitten. Curious about everything and believes there is good in everything and in everyone. Adiana is very kind, sweet and trustworthy and can make friends with just about anyone.
On her early journey to become a SpellSinger she met up with a red haired, human warrior named Drakkon, who is now a well re known Gladiator and his friends who helped her become the woman she is today. Of all of the people she came to know and love, her heart was taken by the human man and wanted nothing more to impress him with her skills and protect him.
Now as a true SpellSinger, Adiana watches over the clan "Immortal Souls" she helped her best friend, MisticLady create in hope they will be able to take a castle in Aden for themselves one day. Even though she has not returned to her home town since her journey she hasn't forgotten who she is or her reason for leaving that world behind her. With new dreams flowing deep within her and dreams that would never die, she continues to live her life to the fullest with her friends and love one to this very day.
Adiana's Short Role Play :
Standing at the very top of Undine's Waterfall, the elven girl quietly takes in the dancing faded lights of the Mother Tree within the distance and her home world that she had left behind so many years ago. Even at where she stood she could almost hear the gentle music that could be played every night of her village. As the cool evening wind picked up, her long golden blonde hair danced around her gracefully. Her bangs that covered her left eye brushed against her cheek and nose causing her to wiggle her nose a bit.
"Do you miss it?"
A voice of a human male asked the girl, breaking the silent night along with movements behind her. With a smile soon playing on her lips she slowly shook her head while she feels the man move up behind her. As the moon of Dawn reveals itself from the dark night clouds, it's beautiful holy light brightens the night, bringing the two out of the darkness. Both wore matching robes and heavy armor of the A grade : Nightmare. Reaching a hand out she gently takes a fallen leaf into her hand.
"No..because I have my new family now."
With those words spoken a few more people of different classes and race were revealed from the darkness of the night and moved up behind the two looking at the dim lighted village in the distance before turning their attention to her. Letting the leaf flow out of her hand and into the wind, she turns and looks at her friends and lover.
Race & Profession: Dark Elf/ Light Elf – BladeDancer
Sex: Male
Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 150 lbs
Age: 305 * appears 20 *
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: red w/ white streaks
Weapon of Choice: Kesh*Dama Duels
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Being of the damage dealing class, Zera prefers the comfort of the heavy armors. More or less often seen in Armor of Nightmare. Tends to be more of a show off and likes armors that show of certain ‘assets’
Born to the Elvin Elder Fayla and The BladeDancer Ranzus, he is the youngest of 4 children, all half Elvin half dark elf. The eldest, twin boys Acat and Resonant fallowed more towards their mother, as they are both mystics, one a preserver of life..The other, the bringer of death. The middle child LinNeerbaste, fallowing in her fathers footsteps as a bringer of death a BladeDancer. Zera being the youngest seemed to hold no mystical power and seemed more afraid and nervous of the blades, in turn becoming the jokes of all his brothers and sister.
Wanting to prove himself he set out to be a BladeDancer stronger then his fearsome father was. Through his lower years of training he was still timid of the duel blades he wielded. He remained that way until a young SK took him under his wing and showed him how to battle and to use his skills.
Known as the Angel of blood, he is vengeful and cold to those that makes him his enemy. He prides himself on the blood that covers his duels. Sharp tongued and even quicker minded he is a furry of red and stinging blades.
To those he holds closes to him he is quiet and reserved, but also outspoken and thick headed. To those just starting out on the path he has nearly mastered he is kind and always willing to lend a hand to those in need.
His training was slowed for many years when he took under him three orphaned Dark elves. Raising them as his own they too now fallow their own path in becoming warriors for sheillen.
now he stands among those he once thought as enamys in Storm allaince
Hee, well i may be a noob here.. but I <3 Rp to death.
Name: Rayreth Silvanacie
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Human fighter with Warlord aspirations
Sex: Female
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 160 lbs
Age: 23
Eye Color: Deep peircing green
Hair Color: Red
Weapon of Choice: Rayreth has a deep, and some call unnatural love for her swords. She also carries a bow for when occasion calls for it.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Rayreth prefers to wear her har short for no other reason than she likes it that way. She radiates a "hardend" beauty, a well toned body still retains defined feminine aspects, of wich she takes great pride in and does not go out of her way to hide.
Her face is usualy firm, as if constantly concentrating on some unsceen task, Eyes while a stunning shade of green if given a second glance have a soft gaze as opposed to her other outward appearances. Rayreth is not known to smile often, but when she does it is usualy in the company of her younger brother Aleckzander, whom seems to be one of few male's she is able to truely relax around.
Anymore she can be found wearing her set of bone armor, wich she keeps highy polished and clean at all possible times and though made of metal, the custom fit molds suprisingly well to her 'abnormal' height and build.
Recently she seems to have attracted many suiters, but has turned them all away for some odd unknown reason, so oddly infact that even her brother questions, and often teases her on her distaste for male figures.
Race : Half-elf (half-Human, Raised among Humans on Talking Island and goes by their classes)
Profession: Warrior
Sex:Male
Height: 5'6 (im half-elf, plus im young)
Weight: no clue, but im pretty light
Age: 17
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: silver(long story)
Weapon of Choice: i favor the Long Sword as my weapon of choice, i dont like to use a sheild, but i do have a bracer sheild attached to my left guantlet, i use it as a weapon too by smashing it against my opponents face during a parry.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): (ill write this later)
continued from my last post(sorry, i can't use the edit)
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):wears heavy armor, happy-go-lucky, some say im sometimes immature. unless im needed in an importaint situation, then i get serious. I am inceadably loyal to my clan, i recruted 5 active people in one day. After i became a warrior, i took up the role of a Bounty Hunter, i hunt chaotic and murderous people. I was born in elven village. My mother was an Elven Elder, my father was a Dark Avenger, unfortunatly he went the way of Baium and gained immortality with the help of the dark elfs. I dont blame him, he was 85 by the time i was born, his hair was slivery gray as i was told, and nearing the end of his Human life span. He left for dark elf village, when he returned he had an eyepatch though im not sure he lost an eye, he apeared as if he where 30, but his hair wasnt the color it was supposed to be. Instead it was still silver, the color of a dark elfs hair. Somehow i was born with the same colored hair. My mother was ashamed of what he had done, but she was glad that they would spend their near eternal lives together and didnt care about his associacion with the dark elfs, everything seemed fine. But all was not well. apperently my father had to exchange something for his elven life span, he was again contacted by the thing that gave him the longer life. that thing wanted me. It cursed him so as long as he and i lived in elven village, it was vulnerable to an attack buy that thing. My father went into hiding, and i was sent to live with the dwarf Rhokmin on talking island, to live among humans (and one dwarf) and learn their ways. At least i was safe, for then.
Mini-Description: Tynsel is a dwarf of royal lineage. Her father was a king until ursurped and murdered. She was exiled to the orcish island. There she remained hidden in a cave and befriended by a suspicious male orc mage. It was he who influenced Tynsel to train to one day take back her fathers throne. She became powerful quickly, and used her powers to defeat all of the random monsters of the island. She grew well known on the island, which was not a good thing, for a majority of the orcs were hostile. She moved to the mainland where she was able to grow more powerful from the likes of trainers and people in need of certain tasks needing fulfilled. She again quickly grew powerful for the mainland standard, and formed her own clan of followers, she named the clan...Crescent, after the moon of which her father was murdered under. She emblazened the battle standard of her clan with a silver dragon, on a dark blue backround. Her families crest. Now, although not as powerful as other clans, she is rising in popularity and strength ever so slowly. Soon she will dominate the populace of her childhood, and take back what is her rightful birthright.
Weapon of Choice: The Dual Sword he took from the dead body of Aelwyna, a bright Elf who tried to make him believe she was his half-sister.
Mini-Description: Raised near the Shillien Temple, Grazzt decided to leave the safety of his home and explore the world of Aden by himself. He was then nicknamed "the Lone Wolf" due to his solitary nature and his avoidance of groups. When his adventures led him to the village of Gludin, he discovered the Dark Elven guild, started to socialize some more and enrolled as a Palus Knight to further the cause of the Goddess Of Death. He created the Shillien Empire to ensure Dark Elf domination over Aden. He may associate with Humans and Dwarves from time to time if the need arises, but he knows for sure that Orcs were Dark Elves' former slaves and can never be viewed otherwise, and that a good Elf is a dead Elf.
wieght: you wouldnt believe me if i told you i could carry 3 times my body weight would you? well i can.
hair: white.
eyes: 2. one covered in a patch, but still works.
the legend:
I am but a mere farmer now. It used to be that the great kings of elmore would call upon me for my axes, my bows of immense power, my indestructible shields, and armor that wouldnt quit. but those days are gone. elmore has no king now, and i spend most of my time on my ranch. my son Junior (please don't call him Tater Tot, he is very sensitive since the incident involving the dark elf, the waterfall, and the spoon.) hunts for the family and brings me whatever recipes or materials he has spoiled from the day's hunt. i make what i can; a tablecloth here, some forks and knives there (i did go overboard once and make a dark screamer by accident, my son loved it, but i coudlnt explain away the reason for not having any dishes ... ) and we get by.
i am miserable though. i long for the day when i can go into the big town of Aden to set up even a shop of my finest equipments. but i cannot. ever since that **** Baium. if i could have seen it coming! the armies of the south would have suppressed him once and for good.
aden knows. oh yes, make no mistake. and she will never forgive nor can she forget the day elmore failed her.
had the king but sent word! i could at that time have churned out a conglomeration of fresh dark crystal armors; hell's knives were nothing, even the draconic bow i could have sent them! but they would not. and they have doomed me as they have doomed aden. adem may be at peace for a time, but mark me very well and harken; aden shall befall a curse unlike any so far seen. the darkest of wizards could not cast it, nor the most wise perceive it; a curse of fatness.
dont laugh this is serious.
fatness is a curse i tell you! they shall grow old, they shall forget the ways of war. then one day all will fall in aden. none will know the meaning of the word "fight" and they shall all likewise perish.
She looked up to the sky. It was still dark. Sun was about to come up in horizon, another dawn was about to come. Sea waves flushed the shore nearby like always before.
"Mother, why there is night?" Phaere asked. Mother explained with calm and soothing sound that life was about the balance. There wouldn't be sun without moon and no day without dark nights. "Do you really believe in that, mother? Father says powers of dark and death will eventually balance it all by natural selection.", Phaere continued.
Both of them were quiet for a moment. Mother broke the silence by saying that no single power would achieve balance. Messenger of Einhasad, a Prophet, mother was messenger of balance of good and evil. Phaere's mother wise words had always guided Phaere. Yet, this time little Phaere could not understand that. Her father had become powerful dark wizard, strayed from path of Einhasad and returned revering old dark god, Gran Kain. Being a necromancer, he had always said death was natural thing and every single death had a purpose. Phaere's father had never talked about balance of many powers. He thought there was no need for counter-power.
The sun rose above distant sea horizon. First rays of sun hit little Phaere's teary eyes. "Mother, why there has to be pain and suffering?" She had seen how her father had caused pain to those who were opposing him. "Why do they have to suffer?" Mother was quiet. She couldn't find proper answer for Phaere. Phaere sunk in to her thoughts. It was certainly very conflicting. Mother turned back to village and told Phaere to come as well.
Phaere didn't come. She started to cry more openly. How there would be balance at all if only dark overtook? Desperately and thoughtlessly Phaere stood up and ran toward very steep shore cliff. Mother was far already but she saw this and shout "Phaere, stop!". Phaere didn't stop. Mother started to run after her but she knew she wouldn't catch Phaere. Phaere ran to the edge of cliff and jumped down to sure death.
Something unbelievable happended. The spirit of Einhasad appeared and slowed down Phaere's fall so she wouldn't get hurt at all. Mother was looking at this on top of cliff. She was stunned. Nothing like this had happended in her lifetime. Einhasad had materialized in right there, saving her daughter's life. She trembled and couldn't say anything.
The spirit of Einhasad set Phaere safely down to sandy shore. She smiled to young human. Ghostly sound said: "Phaere, you are too young to die yet. You have too much to live for. There is so much you can do. People of Aden are suffering. They are in endless war and much of them are dying. I can sense your good intentions. Soothing aura of good is emanating from you. You are too young to die now and let them suffer. You can do your part of greater good and help those in need. Path is long and difficult to take, but I will follow your steps closely. Whenever you feel alone or helpless, remember, I am always watching over you. Blessed be, young human. Guided shalt be your path, go now my heavensent." The spirit started to fade to the increasing light of sun.
Phaere looked up to the arisen sun. Now she understood why there was day. Power of light should not ever be darkened out, there need not to be night. She rose up with blessings of Einhasad. Calm breeze wiped tears from her eyes. There was no need to suffer anymore. There was no place for night. Phaere turned to the village to seek someone who could teach her the ways of Einhasad divine powers. The long path had begun.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Unkriion* was the only child in a lower ranking Orc tribe, the Icheions*. Unkriion's father and mother were killed during an Elf raid, Unkriion swore vengance for his parents at a young age, however the tribe would not let Unkriion free, as a Icheion tribe was a tribe of peace, only when he was 16 and have passed the Test of the Endurance, Magic and Faith*.
Unkriion Trained hard and the three tests were complete, now Unkriion was a Monk, and swore revenge on every elf in Aden.
*Unkriion meaning "Forge of Flame" in Orc terms, names are assigned by destiny in the Orc tribes.
*Icheion meaning (Races live on) there is no word know as peace in the Orc lanuage.
*Test of the Endurance, Magic and Faith were used to decide wether an Orc should be a Mage or a Fighter, there are some cases in which young Orcs are taken away but are saw 5 Years later as Overlords o Warcryers.
Race & Profession:Human Knight, hoping to be a paladin ^^
Sex:Male
Height:6'2''
Weight:210 lbs
Age:22
Eye Color:Brown
Hair Color:Silver/gray
Weapon of Choice:Longsword, acompanied with a sheild at all times :)
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): I wear a full set up mith. armor, I also RP whenever I can. I will help anybody that needs it.
(Very short past story)During the early years of Berethor's life, his father had to leave him to enlist in the military. Berethor soon figured out that his father died, so he went back home to lay low for a while to sort things out. During his stay, he visited his mother's house, only to find it being robbed and having his family slowly killed off one by one. Berethor fought off the robbers and was wounded. Before leaving he noticed his sister was still alive. He tried to carry her back to town, but she died on the way. Berethor spent the next couple of months in the church, healing up physically and mentally.
Berethor is now a member of theEventide Sentries.
Greetings to all! My server - Teon. I do not wish to specify the growth and weight, however I shall write the history... I shall tell as it was...
…We shall not recollect at present history… A lot of time has passed since then…
In its body to two characteristic Orc of creation: a ruthless fiery soul and stone heart. For that moment it was one of young soldiers in the tribe… It has visited many fights… During those vague times from its hands plenty Humans and Light Elf’s… But unfortunately has died, and can (for someone) fortunately It has disappeared… Everything, that from it remains is its old things: the shabby shirt, the worn trousers, already rusty dagger, pair Fists and any records on a paper which, appear, will be scattered as ashes…
"I am alive!... I cannot die!... Now I shall rise and I shall go further… “Orc laid on hot sand, its forces were on an outcome, and the body has been decorated by set of deep wounds and scars… "Paagrio!!! Really you will not give me attention? You will throw me on eating up by a wild animal? Paagrio…" Having looked upwards, burning beams of the sun blind its eyes, laying on left to a side, It has lifted the right hand and has presented the dusty and scratched palm to a forehead (having covered from the sun)… During this moment it has seen eyes leaving the dust which has risen from a wind someone's silhouette, this silhouette all became closer… The exhausted Orc has turned over on a back and began to wait… First it has thought what it can be its death - someone follows it, behind its soul, has flown an idea later - and if this silhouette will appear useful? What if it has food, any medical potions? Probably it should be killed? To gather with forces and to kill…" It is necessary to wait! Still slightly… Paagrio or you to me help to survive, or kill…" Later pair minutes, the approached to the laying Orc Dark Elf… Has compressed to a palm in fists, but at it already noted forces to rise … Having considered hardly alive body of the Orc, Elf (strong holding the book with spells in the right hand), and the left hand was pulled behind a "vital" elixir…
…Later any time… "Oh my god, Paagrio really you have seen to it about mine of anything to a worthless soul?"
…There has passed approximately week … the Orc has regained consciousness laying on the ground, near to the native small village, near at hand at it the book laid, on appearance the book was not the first freshness, to be exact to it there was not one hundred years… Having risen with the ground, It has found out that deep wounds and bruises on its body have disappeared, there were only small scars… It has picked up the book and has moved aside settlements. Having reached village, in two hundred steps from it the Orc has lost consciousness and I have failed on the ground…
"In fact is alive, yes? I am alive? And however, what difference …" It has opened eyes and has seen walls of a native temple, on it its old clothes which it once here has left …
P.S. You can find spelling errors but then excuse. (I Russian also use the translator) :o
Age: Old enough to know better, young enough not to care.
Eye Color: Icy Blue/Dark Blue depending on her mood
Hair Color: Pale blonde
Weapon of Choice: HellKnife FTW
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Laelyn was born on a full moon night to a dark elf spellhowler.
Her father was a Light Elf Temple Knight. They fell in love and were secretly married. Her parents were seperated by an evil Lord and her father killed. Her mother locked away in a tower where she gave birth to Laelyn. The Lord was away for two years and upon his return he seperated mother and child.
At the lord’s orders his knights took the child past the neutral zone border. They were commanded to kill her and string her body up for the light elves to see so that they thought it was done by the dark elves. But the knights could not do it. Finding an injured elf woman on the side of the road, they left the child with her and told the lord that his bidding had been done.
Laelyn was taken in by the elf woman and raised as her daughter. Upon discovering that the child spoke only the language of the dark elves, the Elders wanted her removed from the village. But due to the pleas and promises of the elf woman they agreed that she could stay on the grounds that she learn only what they approved of. They would limit her training in fear that she would one day use any knowledge she gained against them. Soon Laelyn’s natural abilities began to develop and the Elders begrudgingly allowed her to begin training as a mystic.
A sweet person with a penchant for mischief, Laelyn tends to put others before herself. Her friends and family mean all to her.
Currently a 5x spellsinger with a knack for training hatchlings and a flirtatious streak a mile wide, she proudly allies herself with the Imperial Legion and Einhasad Templars. She can often be found hunting with a hatchling at her side.
Weapon of Choice:Carries a shield in her dominant hand and a sword in her nondominant hand. Can't use a sword if your dead.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):Wears heavy armor, the heaviest (looking) she can find. She does not need mobility for what she does.
She is a defender of the weak and helpless. Not long ago, she found a stray hatchling on the side of the raod. (True story in game hehe) She took it in under her wing. An abused pup was given her, and she cares for that as well. She is, strangely, not driven by greed or a lust of power. It does not matter to her how much money she gets from helping others, she finds joy in simply helping others. (Still working out some kinks, but this is what I'm working with so far.)
Nestadbor generally wears his armor wherever he might go. When he was appointed knight, he was given a heavy set of armor. It was blue and white, some call it Avadon. He appears graceful, fighting with ease and speed, confusing and disorirnting his foes. When made uneasy, he will begin to fill with rage and attempt to overpower almost everyone. Sometimes, this proves quite fatal, to his enemies, and himself... After training for many years, he decided to work only
when he was needed. Now he has settle down with his fiance and they will soon be planning their wedding...
Race & Profession: Immortal Human/Hierophant-in-Training
Sex: Male
Height: 5.9
Weight: 135 lb
Age: 17
Eye Color: Blue with golden pigments
Hair Color: Brown
Weapon of Choice: Infinity Rod (found during war of elves)
Mini-Description: A quiet, cool headed person with a very high level of magic for his age. He loves fulls sets of armor and wears Divine Tunic, Stockings, Gloves, and Crimson Boots beacuse all other robes look goddy. He wears a green and white cloak with gold trims. He is very compassionate and helpful. He graduated Einhovant's School of magic when he was five and went to study at Ivory Tower when he was ten. He is very resource and has read every single book ind the whole Aden and Elmore kingdoms. What Spellidan lacks is emotional stability. When his father died from a suprise attack Spellidan heard these last words "Don't let you power take you...." Spellidan was enraged and sent his town folk to a safe place then he decimated the town and the people who had attacked. Spellidan had a mental barrier set in his mind so this would not happen again. He is very rich because he had set a trade embassy between the Elmore and aden kingoms and made alot of adena. Through his quiet, cold looking out side he is very nice and shy. he never had a conversation with a girl and wishes that he had the will to speak to them. He does not use love potions beacuse "True love is won by true heart," he says. He has a knack for solving every problem... except the issue with girls. He is handsome and many wished to marry him, but doubted that they would have a chance with a young man of high stature.
He is the leader of 4 trading guilds and 7 magic guilds some say he is a very lucky boy, but now he sits and watches the beautiful sunset in Inndril with a friend. . . that is a girl
Weapon of Choice: Back scratcher (for places he can't reach)
Mini-discription: Often surrounded by flies and piles of adena and half eaten donuts and other food stuffs. He wears a necklace attach to his most prized possessions which include a back scratcher and a reach extender. He sits on top of a trapdoor that leads to a big adena vault that even Antharas would envy.
Race & Profession: Dwarf/WS/street pharmacist (everyone addicted to soul shot)
Sex: Female
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 85lbs
Age: 105 but doesnt look a day over 16
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Pink
Weapon of Choice: Elysian Axe
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Hmm where to begin... Adopted daughter of a Dark Elf Abyss Walker. She learned how to kill at a early age like the Natalie Portman in the "Professional". Then one day her adopted mother was fighting with some orcs and died(very tragic), but good for the dwarfie because in her will she left everything to Engel. Ever since that day Engel has been after all the orcs.
Well its is the back story i came up with while i was bored at work lol.. And i did reroll from AW to WS after a orc killed me and i transfered all the gear so bam! instant millionare :D
Name: Khanna O'Doule
Server: Lionna
Race & Profession: Dark Elf Assassin
Sex: Female
Height: Average
Weight: Light
Age: 120
Hair Color: Purple with streaks of Silver
Weapon of Choice: Daggers
God: Child of Shilien
Description:
She is a wicked elf who lives to assassinate others for money. She will use any tactic necessary to get close to her target, things from dressing elegantly to using her own body. Her demeanor doesn't allow much for acquaintances in many other races, but even those races aren't as bad as surface elves.
Weapon of Choice: Life & Death Artifacts preserved by his family as heirlooms.
Mini-Description: An exiled prince from the Royal House of Aden, this young, ambitious aristocrat has erased all traces of his noble lineage. Those who know him now know nothing of his line or his past. His gentle nature of softspoken words and kindly expressions does well to mask his wounded soul, as his fluid and refined swordsmanship and poised, refined stature reflect his collective personality.
He speaks only when spoken to and guards his words carefully. He is loath to kill unless it is of the utmost importance and, despite his talent for taking life, respects the worth of others and conducts himself accordingly.
While shrouded in mystery and long forgotten by those of his noble house, the young Prince carries out his veiled agenda with a cold, calculating purpose that has lead him to countless victories. He values his friends and efforts and contributions, but above all their understanding. And he is not a man to forget.
If the past is any indication of what the future may hold, the Lands of Aden and Elmore must turn a wary gaze now to him, for they are soon to see great change at the hands of the young prince...
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): I Tend to used DD oriented Heavy Sets, like Blue Wolf on B Grade and Tallum on A Grade. I also have a wide array of Robe sets, used for crafting, alongside a mana up weapon, or conversion one. Right now i use Tallum Robe set with Homunkulus wth/ conversion. Im a fan of accesories and i have all of them, but my prefered one is the Artisan Goggles, that really suit Dwarves.
Name: Gorthol.....meaning DreadHelm in the old language
Server: Hindemith
Race & Profession: Orc Destroyer
Sex: Male
Height: Six feet 8 inches
Weight: 350 pounds
Age: 71 but this is still fairly young for orcs.
Eye Color: Black as night with fiery pupils
Hair Color: Dark brown
Weapon of Choice: Two handed swords but has recently learned the art of the two handed blunt to wreak havoc on his enemies.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Born on the frozen plains of Elmore this young orc arrived without a whimper. Child of a mismatched union of a Titan and a Dominator his life was harsh. As tradition holds a new born orc must pass two tests. First to be born without a whimper and the second to pass the test of the brand. The magical force inherited from his mother let loose a force in him to form the brand of the paincrown nearly killing the shaman who branded him. The paincrown symbol had not been seen in a thousand generations and is symbolic of the coming of a warrior so great he will conquer the masses and lead his people out of desolation.
His youth was spent in the trials of paagrio learning how to fight and survive in the wild. Thrown into the wild at the age of 15 he was to survive onhis own in the frozen wasteland for 5 years devoid of contact. On his journey he faced many hardships one being the cave of trials. Having accidently sought shelter one perilously cold night he found himself having to battle monsters to stay alive. The ensuing battle cost him his eye, but bathed him fire. That fire cleansed his soul and awakened in him the power that had been laying dormant. Having battle for 4 days straight he reached the final chamber in the cave of trials. There he faced paagrio's bastard child born of Paagrio and a giant. This offspring was known as Parthiam meaning desolater in the old language.
Parthiam had been banished to the far reaches of the Cave of Trials as he was an embarassment to the gods. The battle that ensued between Gorthol and Parthiam lasted for ten days neither side giving up any ground. The fire of Paagrio having been released from the soul of Gorthol made him an even match for Parthiam. Watching the battle from on high Paagrio could find no fault with this young warrior. In a lull in the fighting Paagrio descended to earth and took Gorthol up to the palace of the gods. There Gorthol spent the next two years learning the finer arts of battle. He was taught how to enter into a fighting frenzy when his death was imminent and how to heal himself afterwards. Learning all the techniques of Paagrio he was taken back to Elmore by the god to teach his people what he had learned. The mark of Paagrio can still be seen on his body and his missing eye was replaced by a living fire so that all would know this was truly Paagrio's child.
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Uncharateristic of a Knight, Neito dislikes heavy armor. He realizes, though, this is the only thing that gets him home each day. That, and his cunning skill with a sword and shield.
Neito Masakari lived like any normal Human born on the Talking Island. When he was seventeen, he saved his friends from a werewolf, an impressive feat for a teenager. He recieved the nickname 'Saint", because it's beleived that only Divine Intervention could have allowed him to slay the beast.
Liking his new title, Neito left his home, to see the World, and to prove if he has what it takes to truly become of Saintly design.
In combat, Saint Neito is aggressive and fierce. Though independent, he is perfectly willing to go down fighting, defending his friends until the end.
Weapon of Choice: The Duel Swords, the most evenly balanced and aggresive weapons in the land
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
How did he, Taylin, arrive in such a place? The darkness closed in upon him, for some unexplained reason his eyes could not adjust to the blackness that consumed him. Then the voice returned.
"Today we shall begin." The voice was sweet and lovely, yet decieving and menacing at the same time.
Just then a blinding white light seared across his face and for a brief instant he saw his captor. She was a beautiful young human, far too pretty, it seemed, to be caught up in this war. Her eyes were the deep blue of the ocean back in Talking Island, her hair was the perfect shade of brown, and it flowed down her back. She was wearing a Dark Crystal robe which only proved to accent her amazing features. This was the last thing he remembered as the blinding light brought with it a horrible renching pain throughout his body.
His mind reeling, he sat himself up. He was on the shores of his childhood home of Talking Island. He heard the the beautiful necromancer's voice inside his mind.
"We shall begin by going through your entire life."
As she said this he saw himself, his younger self of course, swinging away at the little animals that lived outside of town. He had bucket on his head and two tiny sticks in his hands. Taylin couldn't help but laugh as he saw the clumsy and untrained youth swing about at the keltirs and elpies.
He had always wanted to be a Gladiator, ever since he saw the last of the Duelists return to Talking Island. The raw power and ferocity that eminated from the older Gladiator had been intoxicating to the boy. His beautiful swords had been strapped to his back, and when he unseathed them he had seen the beauty and grace with which he handled the two swords. This old Duelist would eventually become his idol and was the man who opened the path of becoming a Gladiator to his younger self.
"Hmm very interesting indeed."
The blinding flash returned, and of course so did the renching pain.
Again Taylin found himself sitting on the shores of Talking Island, only it was a few years later. He could see himself, a young teen now, still as much in love with his dreams of becoming a gladiator as ever.
This time he was sitting around talking with his new clan mates and friends; Guts, Teyron, Tanian, Nyath (his sister), Mach (this was a nickname as he was the fastest person on the island), and Chasez. He had created a clan of his closest companions on Talking Island, Taylin had always been a charasmatic leader when the time called for it, even moreso in his later years.
He no longer weilded the the sticks of his earlier childhood, instead he weilded a falchion and buckler, for one cannot learn to master two swords if one cannot first master a single sword. Upon his breast he wore a gleaming bronze breastplate, he had only just gotten it made for him by the town's blacksmith.
Taylin was the most promising young warrior to have come through the warrior's guild on Talking Island. Never before had the Master's seen such strength and dedication, never before had they seen such grace and power combined in a single man. All of the Masters felt that he was wasting his time studying to become a Gladiator, there were none left, the Gladiator had all but died out. There were a few still on adventures and missions out on the mainland, but very few possessed even a glimmer of majesty of the Duelists of old.
The Masters had felt that his time would be better spent training to become a Treasure Hunter or Hawkeye, to appease them he mastered all the skills of the young warriors. In a very short time he had set himself up as the most able-bodied student on the island.
He and his companions were about to head down into the ruins of the Elven Temple, long since abandoned and now only inhabited by the undead and demonic creatures the inhabit such places. However Taylin hung back to practice his forms and to practice, what he hoped to be, more efficient ways of killing his opponents.
"Yes, I can see why he chose you now. Very powerful indeed."
Taylin knew what would be coming, but was unable to brace himself for the white flash and devestating pain that racked his body.
It was a few weeks later and in the distance he saw a fire some distance off. As he approached the fire he realized what it was, he had hoped to conceal this memory from her, but to no avail, the fire was quickly consuming a small hut outside the village. Taylin saw his younger self trying desperately to break his way into the burning shack. He yelled at his younger self that it was no use, the entire house was soon to collapse, she was going to die no matter what he did. Grief racked his body. A golden light pulsed as roof fell in upon his sister, his last remaing comfort and family on this island.
Both his selves were openly crying, side by side. He had tried to hide this memory in the back of his mind and never show it to anyone, however these were the kinds of things the necromancer was looking for.
Taylin did not even care as another blinding flash errupted in front of him, the pain was begininng to dull, not due to weakness in the magic, but because he was becoming numb all over.
This time when he awoke it was a few years later. He was now a Warrior and in training to become a Gladiator, his childhood friend Tanian had assisted in buying him his first set of dual swords, bastard*bastard, he remembered the feel of those two swords even to this day. Tanian had even gifted to him a brigadine set.
Tanian and he had been friends since being accepted into the academy together. Tanian, never really attempting to perfect his class, had nonetheless mastered his training as a knight and had reached the mainland far before Taylin had. Tanian was in training to become a Dark Avenger.
Having become a warrior and now fast appoaching the time to begin his training as a Gladiator, he had sought out his old friend Chasez hoping to be accepted into his guild. Chasez and Teyron had left the island long before he had. Together they started a small clan known to most as the High Guards. Chasez had been an excellent leader and had managed to ally himself with the clans in the ForceofNature alliance.
As all this flashed through his mind the voice resonated once again.
"My, my, my you have had an interesting life."
Again the flash and searing pain.
This is just a small part of a story i would like to write, but i would like y'alls feedback on it. I know its not very good. I'd like to finish writing the history of Taylin's life. And i have the begininngs of the backstory with the necromancer. I would eventually like to combine the entire thing into one long story for you all to read.
Cerobi is a young and kind Warrior who strived to be like his older brother Aevis who was one of the best and brightest warriors ever to graduate from the Academy.
Though Cerobi lived under his brothers shadow he had not cared if he was a good soldier or not. Cerobi cared more about the preservation of life and often spent his time in the forest.
When Aevis turned 19 he graduated and left for the world outside of the Island. Cerobi was 15 when this had happened and was deeply sadened by his departure.
It was when Aevis stopped writing him the next year that Cerobi became very worried.
Cerobi ran away from the academy at age 17 no longer able to take the hole he felt in his heart.
He has to find his brother.
The people Cerobi will meet on his quest will forever change his life.
Race (Profession): Born a Dark Elf however over the years (possibly because Ashley is Mix) she grew to become a Light Elf (Wind Rider/Gladiator)
Sex: Female
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Age: Unknown
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blue
Clan: Amazons
Weapon of Choice: Dagger/Duals/Bow
Mini-Description (clothing): Prefers Light Armor over any other type of Armor.
BIO: (LINEAGE I)
* A Dark Elf Name Lord Nathavin that was married to a Light Elf name Caellia gave Birth to a Little Girl named
Ashley. Lord Nathavin miss the birth for he was away fighting a war for his people. Ashley was born during
Dark Times and Caellia felt that Elmore was no place to raise a child at this time. Knowing Lord Nathavin
would never agree to have Ashley Hidden away. Caellia with the help of her dear friend Kattath convince Lord
Nathavin that Ashley was Still Born. Kattath hated the Idea for she has never lied to Nathavin but She also
knew this was no place to raise Ashley. Ashley was given to Mix Couple on Talking Island. Ashley her self
being mix Caellia felt this would be the best cover. The Mix Couple was a Dark Elf Assassin name Blade Hunter
and a Human Wizard name Athena Hunter so of course Ashley became Ashley Hunter. They never told Ashley who
her real parents were and so Ashley only knew her foster parents as being her real parents. Ashley Grew up
learning to cast spells like her mother but instead of using Staffs and Books she prefer to use Daggers and
Bows like her father. This cause her spells to cast Weak but she was determined 2 make it work. over time
Ashley Nukes became very powerful from her trying hard to make the spells stronger from her lack of using
mage weapons. 20 years later Ashley went for her mage test to test her INT. This test was done on every mage
when they reach the age of 20 and complete they first class change. Ashley train as a Dark Wizard and most
Dark Wizards score a 44 on they INT test. Ashley was given a mage staff for the test which was different for
her she has always use Bows and daggers. Because she always work so hard to make up for the lack of Bows and
dagger M attack seams that Ashley some how greatly Increased her Magic attack power. After the Test the
Elders were shocked at what Ashley scored. A 52 on her INT test the Highest ever recorded. one of the Elders then said
"Could Ashley be the one?"........
No one ever found out because after the testing Ashley was never seen again.
However Legend Says that a powerful Wizard saw her potential and sent her back in time in order to save Aden
in the past.
(LINEAGE II)
This is were her story Begins.......
*this is only my interpretation of what might occur later between the characters Caellia & Nathavin.
** Thanks 2 nabiscocookie for the use of her characters Kattath, Caellia & Nathavin
BIO: It is said that when Shilen’s mother and father abandoned her she fled into the deepest recesses of the Dark Forest. There her grief and sorrow rose up within and consumed even the last ray of her happiness and hope. Deep in those cursed woods she gave birth to creatures full of wrath and strength; creatures we now in this age call Dragons. Shilen used her offspring at that time to wage a great war in the lands against the six gods. However, the personification of the excruciating pain that she felt from her betrayal and subsequent abandonment would not manifest itself until later when she, along with her daughter Lilith, were imprisoned underground by Emperor Shunaiman using the magical power of the Seal of Avaris. As Shilen knelt down upon the cold floor of the necropolis the darkness and evil magics of the crypts drew out of her the centuries of her suffering that she harboured within. Shilen understood that the power of this manifestation could destroy all that it touched but in the end she could not withstand its power. For years the necropolis’s dark arts bled Shilen of her internal grief and slowly a form began to emerge from the blackness.
Ancient legend bears witness that Shilen in the deepest recesses of the necropolis bore Lilith’s brother whom she named Miraq and made him ruler over the remaining army of the Lilim. He quickly drew strength from the blood of the fallen that for centuries covered the floors of the necropolis from the brutal battles between the forces of Shunaiman and Shilen’s army.
Miraq came to be as heartless and cold as the Lilim and was the embodiment of Shilen’s mourn. His jealousy for Shilen’s love led him to slay the remaining of her children, the dragon’s, in sacrifice to craft a magnificent bow. To this day this weapon is called “Jealousy”.
After a time his rage blazed against the Merchants of Mammon due to their allegiance to Shunaiman such that only a few now remain. In order to pay for his mercy they crafted a dual weapon of unimaginable strength. Those he took to Shilen and she blessed the blades with her tears still imbued with her former authority of, the element water, itself. These swords became known as “tears” and “Pain” respectively.
Of the fate of this warrior, from that time on, no one knows and his existence may only be that of Legend…
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):
Born on the outskirts of talking island village Drak had long dreamed of seeing the grand city of aden. But with his first glimpse started his journey.... of vengence....
Born of common background he took the pilgrimage and fought in the holy gods name. Becomming a paladin at the age of 30. Upon returning to his fathers homestead it was to be a time of relaxation before heading to the cemetary to slay the weary dead that wandered.
Upon his first day back he ventured to the northern end of the island to assist an old friend with vanquishing the remaining spiders which hunted the livestock of talking island. When he finally returned, it was late into the night. He came home to a distrubing sight; His father, mother, and young brother Aldovare lay dead bitten in the neck and exanguinated. Drak knew the wounds well and of his enemy.... they had followed him. Upon not finding him they had dealt the largest blow to heart of any paladin....
The bodies were taken to aden to be assesed by the holy bishops in hope that they had not been turned. Thankfully they had not, and were buried in the cemetary. Drakhaoul marked with the blood of his family drew his fathers blade; the common tallum blade not flashy and not showy little to it but the blades edge. But then a paladin had no need of the best weapon for his weapon was his faith, and now with his faith fueled by his hatered no force would stand against him. Drak withdrew his pledge at the cemetary, while no one objected, no one thought he would return. He hunted his foe, ever looking, ever pushing into the depths of the dead; Searching for the one enemy that would pay.... and to this day... he still waits, screaming in agony and frustration as he wades through the forest of the dead... ever the dead carry the name whispering their fears of Drak "haoul" ever since he has been named...
Those that have seen him walk through the forest return only to say "pray your soul leaves the earth for if it should ever come accross this hunter he will dispatch it quickly to the depths of hell."
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): well I like my Night Mare Robes the best I think. I just got NM LA which kinda looked the same until I started running then I realized it looked like I have black and white striped boxer shorts on :p Don't think I like that look! *tosses black & white boxers to woon
I just finished up crafting everything I needed for the formal wear quest, ran all over and I got my dress! Ha should have done it a long time ago now I really be lookin' like a Lady! :D
Race & Profession: Abyss Walker so I am proud to be Dark Elf.
Sex: Female
Height: 1.80
Weight: Around 70 kilos
Age: 20
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown with White stripes,pony tail.
Weapon of Choice: Dagger
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc):I prefer wearing armors that uncover the beautiful parts of my body.I miss my Clan Oath Light Armor that I used to wear.But the Drake armor looks good.Now i'm looking forward for my A Grade Armor.I hope something like DC or Majestic.I have a preference to high-talon shoes.
Where did I come from: I was born near a river in Gludio.Well,at least that's what my relatives told me.I wasn't lucky to meet my parents.It is said that I could have drown if an unknown person would find me and bring me to my cousin's door in a little brown basket with a piece of sheet saying that "Take care of this little baby".They told me that my mother was beautiful and my father also.At least I know that they were both Dark Elves.But unfortunately a few days ago I learnt from my cousin the truth.My parents were killed in the war against Elves.That's the reason that I don't go on well with this light-skinned innocent-like race.
Interests: Listening to music.Sharpening my Dagger.Listening to no one.Drawing.Exploring Aden.
Appearence: I am blessed to wield the symbol of Shilen on my forhead. My body is mediterranean like.The legs are perfectly shaped.I still don't know why my skin colour is pale to blue but I love it.
Personality: I'm pretty calm.But, when I want I become outraged and with no control which leads to serious mistakes sometimes.I don't talk much only when I'm with friends.I believe that silence is wisdom.Eventually,I'm a bit wild.Plus,I'm thinking a lot to put the dagger deep in your neck and kill you.I kill if there is a serious reason.I get easily angry when people piss me off to duel and also when people do not keep their promises to me.I don't really care about others but when it concerns me I do care.I am a little bit unpredictable.If I feel good I might help you without even knowing you but if I am feeling bad I will not really care about you or your efforts.You're dead in few words.Just don't appear on my way when I'm really angry.My behaviour changes from time to time.Sometimes I am fragile others I am not.I prefer being alone in isolated places,admire the view and think.Get away of all these people.
"You don't know what people think nowadays.Trust no one! Only yourself! And don't be perfectly sure about it,Moirae!Don't open up your heart to no one! Your thoughts are only for you and only you.Do not let anyone know about them! That's how you expose your weaknesses.And believe me,everyone in this world even your best friend can be your worst enemy one day.
Look at the cruelty that exists around you,Moirae.We,Dark Elves,fought with the Elves.A human mage betrayed his race to teach us dark magic.The world doesn't know what is coming but the Saints,the Prophets see the future! Be prepared for the Twilight and the Destruction of the Present.Become powerful to be the winner of this war! Be the DESTINY of your enemies and allies!",those were the words that my parents let me in a paper just before they die.At first,I didn't know what my parents meant but now...I do.
That's all about me.Now go away!
Writer Notes: Those were the words from MrsDestinyV's mouth.I don't know whether I'll be able to distract any further information.She doesn't like to open up herself.
Weight: 92kg (without any armor); 137 kg (full heavy armor set)
Age: late 20's
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: dark red
Weapon of Choice: Dual blades
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): He's definetly the fighting type, he loves the battle, he's greatest dream is to become a true duelist, he dislikes elves, dark elves, dwarves and orcs especially (however this doesn't stop him from working together with them and even acting friendly with them if it's in his interest, he likes money but he manifests very little interest in meeting women, stating in front of others that he would like a good fight way more than a wife, he has no friends (although some consider him as a friend but to him they are only people who can gain something from), he's greedy and loves to have alot of money only to buy himself the strongest of armors to help him in battle, he even killed an orc beacause he stoled his prey, he's armor set consist of a full plate set but he wishes to have the zubei set from the Giran Luxury shop, his clan offered him a pair of B grade dual swords as a reward for beeing with them at raids and events, he is sometimes talklative and behaiving really friendly with his clan members only for them to think he is a nice guy and probably get more from them, although he likes some of Einhasad's teachings he prefers Grain Kain as a god most of the time but he worships no god literally, he even thinks that Eva is stupid. That's pretty much him, an opportunistic selfish violent man who only cares about combat and himself.
Sex: . . . Look. . . no, really. I KNOW that I'm not as. . . as gifted as the Dark Elven women, or. . . or the Kamael women. . . or the Light Elven women. . .. O-kay. . . O-KAY, not even the human women. . .. But I am a grown up LADY, thank you very much. ::Oohh... there be nerves in them hills.::
Height: ::Holds up her hand up to the top of her head.:: THIS tall. Perfect height, most definitely. Not a mountain, not a bean pole, cute.
Weight: Er. . . hey! Since when is it polite to ask a lady how much she weighs? But. . . I guess that depends on how much loot I have on me. . .. Hrmm. . . what is the speed of a partially laden Kitty Dwarf?
Age: O-kay buddy. . . listen, we covered this. ::Crosses her arms and huffs.:: I'm an adult, beyond that a lady doesn't share!
Eye Color: You know. . . I don't think I ever looked at my eye color! The bangs you know. . . make it hard to see. . .. I think their green. ::Pulls up her bangs, looks for a shiny surface to look into.:: The light... the light is so bright!
Hair Color: Foxy Red!
Weapon of Choice: Blunt objects! I love to smash things and stun the daylights out of them!
Mini-Description (clothing, expression, etc): Kitty is about average height for a female Dwarf, and shares their. . . somewhat under-developed physique. She has often envied the women of other races for their figures. She even attempted stuffing the bra of a Dark Elf once in an attempt to get the looks they had. Needless to say. . . er. . . it didn't work, and she has been known as a hoarder of socks ever since.
Her hair seems short enough, except for her bangs, which completely conceal her eyes. The rest of her hair is braided around her oddly feline ears, so that she has someplace to secure the bronze, cone shaped armor over them. The cones had seemed a bit off to her, so when she came down from the isolated mountains in Dwarven territory, she had a couple holes drilled in them, so that she could string ribbons through. As for the rest of her armor. . . well, she tends towards armor sets that have skirts. The alternative are pants that look. . . well lets just face it, they're not that cute. . ..
Now returning after a long trip back to her home village, she's eager to make many new friends. She still remembers the land back when Dion was busy, and Cruma tower was the hot hunting place of soulless puppets and adventurers alike, and misses those times. But she hopes to find more adventures soon.
"She even attempted stuffing the bra of a Dark Elf once in an attempt to get the looks they had. Needless to say. . . er. . . it didn't work, and she has been known as a hoarder of socks ever since."
I don't know nothin' about no socks. . .. ::Glances around... scoots in front of her bedroom door:: =o.o;= And really! Those bras. . . I was uhm.. checking new ideas for sling shots!
Tety's character sheet (RP base)
Names : (names references are based on Tolkien’s work about elven languages he created)
Ataressë : Berbeniel
Amilessë : Enelya Galathil
Cilmessë : Nápoldë Ancalímon
Epessë : Tetius Raules or Tety
Occupation : Aeore Healer, Moonlight Sentinel, Phoenix Knight, Spellsinger
Age : 136 years, looks like a 26-27 years old human woman
Place in the Group/Clan/Alliance : Milites Dei officer who’s dedicating to social interactions
Matrimony status : if asked, she belongs to someone she refuses to tell the name
Beliefs : follows the path of her dark elven family and believe in a new elven people gathering.
Physical despription : thin (around 50kg) , tall (1.70), skin lightly gray, light colored eyes changing with the weather from pearl grey (stormy and rainy) to light green (sunny) , long hair
Specific physical details: 3 very little symbols tatooed on her left collarbone, dark elven race symbol magically drawn at her back as a belt, the draw is sometimes bleeding when she’s getting angry
Favorite weapon : Fenumë-Anamo (Requiem buster)
Secondary weapon : Elihlòkì (name of her father’s dual blades, broken. She gave it to her bow)
Goals : Serve her clan and alliance, her friends and her orders
Most known localisations : Eva’s Temple in Heine, Hunters village, Aden, Narsell Lake
Appearance: Lilith doesn't have too much unique traits that make her stand out in a crowd and looks similar to the average Dark Elf fighter: she has got the silver-blue skin tone that's common around her brethren and the long and pointy ears. She is taller and a bit slimmer than the others, but it isn't as noticeable. Lilith has got long white hair that falls down her waist in a weird, flowing way. Her eyes are a bit slanted and are framed by long and thick eyelashes - they are deep blue, but with strangely slit pupils that resemble that of a snake's. Lilith's canines are lightly elongated and sharp, making her similar to the vampires in the Forest of the Dead. Even so, these are just minor traits that she got from her mother's side.
Weapon Of Choice: Lilith is usually seen carrying sharp dual-swords, but she always has her small dagger under her cloak. She doesn't really have any preferences over the various types of weapons, but Lilith likes to fight with something sharp and not heavy to the hand.
Armor Of Choice: Lilith is usually seen wearing a long black cloak with a wide hood on tip, which is meant to hide the crest of Shilen that the girl has got on her forehead. She prefers wearing armor that isn't too heavy, but won't hesitate putting it on if she has to fight against an army of monsters in her missions. Lilith doesn't care about how revealing the armor is, but she dislikes getting checked-out by men when she's not wearing her cloak. She never wears helmets, since she dislikes them - Lilith thinks that she can take care of her own head well enough and avoid getting any wounds there.
Attitude: Lilith is known to be a cold and apathetic person, who doesn't really care about the problems of other people. She can be violent and even brutal if someone is annoying her - the girl won't hesitate to take out her swords and slice the person in half with small effort. Lilith dislikes other races and takes great pride in having the blood of Dark Elves flowing in her veins. Her voice sounds like a drizzle of needles made out of ice and usually has a got serious and, sometimes, even an arrogant tone. She likes spending her time alone with no company at all and gets easily annoyed if someone decides to talk to her. Lilith is quite competitive and won't back down from a real challenge easily - she doesn't let this control her, though. She uses her head before acting and has managed to keep herself alive while doing so.
History: Lilith was born just a few years before Shilen had awoken from her long sleep in the eternal abyss. Since her mother was a loyal follower of the Goddess, she had predicted that her daughter was meant to do a lot of great things in the future for her Dark Elven brethren. Both of her parents were from a royal bloodline, so Lilith was usually spoiled and treated like something fragile by the other members of their clan. Yet, she simply loathed being the 'important princess' - Lilith wanted to grow up as an independent individual and live her life as she wanted it. After getting yelled at for a few times, she decided that she had enough and simply ran away from the village to the nearby forest, where she met a girl, that would become her best friend in the future - Leena Thorgisl. Both of them came from very different backgrounds, but despite that... they grew to stand against each others' backs and support one another in hard times.
Lilith changed from a polite and kind girl into a merciless and cold killer at the young age of fifteen - that was when she was first introduced to death the harsh nature of her clan. Her friendship with a 'peasant' was found out by her older brother, Daryl, and quickly reported to her parents. They couldn't tolerate such a thing and decided to simply end it. After gathering one of the most aggressive wolves in the forest near their village, they threw Leena in an arena with them, leaving the girl to die. Lilith came into the main square of the village just in time to see her best friend torn to shreds by the hungry wolves. Not able to think clearly, she simply escaped through the East gate of the village, running away as fast as she could through the forest and collapsing right in front of the Catacomb of Dark Omens. This was just a few days before Shilen sent the floating town of Ye Sagira tumbling down from the sky. Eventually, Lilith managed to regain some of her strength to travel to the School of Dark Arts and later, to reach the Altar of Rites, where she asked an old merchant to give her a lift to the town of Gludio in his wagon. With the few golden coins that she had, Lilith bought new armor and weapons for herself and changed her name to "Blade Banshee", also changing her old self and appearing as a whole new individual.
Even if she loathed her parents for what they did, Lilith decided not to just give up and do something stupid - instead, she started training as hard as she could and later got enough money to travel to the Town of Aden, where she started training with the most skilled Dark Elf fighters in the whole kingdom. Following the path of a Palus Knight, she eventually reached the status of a Bladedancer, later evolving into a swift Spectral Dancer, who sent fear just through the mysterious gleam in her eyes. She had reached her goal and was now ready to avenge her friend. But she needed a good way to do it.
After Shilen destroyed the villages of the races, Lilith finally decided to go against the will of others and actually side with the awakened Goddess. Shielding her true nature in a thick web of lies, she manipulated the officers of the army into raising her up the ranks, where she could finally gather important information and bring it to the ones in Shilen's army, earning their respect easily. Hiding her true identity under the name of "Blade Banshee", Lilith managed to get away with most of her crimes without a lot of damage - only a few people knew her real name, but they decided to keep their mouths shut. Just wanting to live the rest of their lives peacefully.
Lilith has long forgotten how to love, forgive or cherish the gift of life. She only feels the vibrating of her swords when she sinks them into her victims and the warmth of their blood on her hands or face. Her parents are long dead by now, but she still seeks to avenge Leena's death by destroying the rest of her clan with her newly found power. Having the power of darkness by her side, she doesn't encounter too much problems in the climb for dominance over the forces that fight for light.