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53,302 | 1,450 | 9 | 1,800 | 465 | Hallam nodded, it was disappointing to learn it was a skill he was unlikely to be able to learn, but it was useful nonetheless. "I intended to use your knowledge of poisons to aid our melee troops, but I suppose restoratives and enhancements will have to do. I've been using Bruiseweed and Swiftthistle to prepare for the oncoming fight with the zealots. Their conviction makes them powerful wielders of the Light, holy protection potions will negate that. Alternatively Wild Steelblooms and Stranglekelp make a good aid for our shields. That about does it for the special potions though, I've got health and mana potions as well, but I'm hard pressed to find many growing things in this land. It'd be better if I could get my hands on some venom sacs, I could make a curing potion with those and some of the Bruiseweed. We'll need them against the Scourge no doubt." He frowned, "Nothing for it though. Any ideas yourself? I'm not sure what else we could make to aid in the battle." He did have some ideas of course, but things like shadow protection, firepower, and lesser invisibility were out of his reach given the materials he had to work with, so he didn't bother mentioning them. | 1: Name: Hallam Ramsey
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: M
4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron
5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots
6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.
Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?
7: Random Information:
(Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.)
Appearance -
Specialization - Arcane
Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert)
Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman)
Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased) |
53,303 | 1,450 | 10 | 1,365 | 7,531 | Timeskip
The group, now made up of 16 people, walked through an old tunnel, a dried-up brick sewer large enough to hold even a Dryad or a Tauren. While there were giant rats, there were few to no actual undead, and those few were quickly dispatched at speed. Suddenly, Rogrelg would halt the group, sensing something, before he pointed at a seemingly empty spot and sent a pillar of light that way. A scream sounded out, and the ephermeral form of a Shade was briefly glipmpsed as it dissapated into wisps - small w - of black smoke.
"And that's one spy gone," the Orc Priest said before the group walked onwards to a large pile of rubble underneath a large hole in the ground, a gap lit by the afternoon light.
"Light protect us," Rogrelg intoned as he cast a protection spell on the group, before he climbed the pile of rubble, gesturing to the others to do the same. Once they did so, they would emerge in an empty cobblestone street, surrounded by houses with torn roofs and exposed wooden frames, blackened with ash and rot. A residential district of Stratholme, close to the Scarlet side of the city; the sounds of fighting can be heard nearby.
"Here," the Orc then led the group to an alleyway, which led to a twisting maze that led to a maintenance passage, which then led to Crusader's Square itself, where a pitched battle between Undead and Scarlet Crusade was undergoing!
"It seems we are lucky," Rogrelg was clearly looking for a way to sneak into the Bastion now... | 1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore.
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: Male
4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind.
5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe.
6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed.
In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way.
Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them?
But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them.
The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would.
7: Random Information:
- Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind.
- Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments.
- Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore. |
53,304 | 1,450 | 11 | 1,800 | 465 | Hallam sneered in disgust, but this was a front to hide his sorrow. This is what his people had been reduced to, scummy corpses rotting away in the sewers of a once great city. Where commerce and culture had once flourished among Humanity now there was only the rickety war machine of the Undead and the Scourge's corruption seeping like tendrils into formerly sturdy homes to turn them into weak rotted shells with no purpose. If he did not sneer he would cry, anger and hatred were easier to deal with than grief and desolation. Besides, he did not trust the others to understand, much less trust them with the true emotions he held in his heart.
He felt the Light's blessing settle around him at the Orc's behest, but it was little comfort, only another reminder of how far they had fallen. At least the Orc's practical knowledge was of use, he'd half expected the old entrances would be collapsed and on fire. To think, Prince Arthas had done this. He scoffed. Defeated on all sides Lordaeron hadn't stood a chance, the betrayal of the Prince only hastened their defeat.
Then the sounds of battle reached him, it seemed their enemies were distracted with each other. Lucky indeed. "Let us hurry then, their skirmish will only last so long." He advised quietly, it wouldn't do to speak so loudly as to draw attention after all. | 1: Name: Hallam Ramsey
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: M
4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron
5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots
6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.
Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?
7: Random Information:
(Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.)
Appearance -
Specialization - Arcane
Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert)
Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman)
Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased) |
53,305 | 1,450 | 12 | 1,991 | 4,783 | Kalania's face betrayed her emotions at seeing the ruins of this once great city. The rotting corpses, the ruined buildings, the undead crawling everywhere... it all reminded her at the horrors she saw in the war with the legion. She herself had to march through lands that suffered the legion's wake and to fight the very remains of the dead that the scourge raised to aid their demonic masters. This was almost like she was reliving those event... without the demons at least. When their leader used his holy powers to cast protection over them, Kalania stood quiet as the protection failed at her. Part of being immune to magic...
At least things turned slightly better once they returned above ground and they could see the skies once again. As a dryad, undergrounds weren't her favorite things, especially considering her height. Sure enough the tunnels they used were big enough, but it still had her feel like she was in a tight spot. It made her feel uncomfortable enough, that she had to ignore the look on Hallam's face. She had an idea of how he felt, though probably no one really knew except other survivors from this place. She had not the chance to try to comfort him though. As they were led through the maze of back alleys till they heard the sound of battle.
“Well... this sight is... kind of familiar.” She said grimly at the sight of undead and knights clashing. Sure enough they were preoccupied one with the other so if they were to sneak somewhere, now was the time.” If we are to sneak attack the Crusade people, we should do it so the scourge also doesn't have time to react to it... Cause the undead are relentless, if they get wind of a weakness, they will attack it with everything they have.” The dryad stated, she was keeping her legs slightly bend so she doesn't stick above the rest as much. Being a dryad in a city... during the day stealth wasn't exactly an easy thing to pull out." Can we block the streats or something to buy us time from the scourge while we deal with the knightly guys?" | 1: Name: Kalania
2: Age: 150
3: Sex: Female
4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar.
5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack.
6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred.
Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions.
Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty.
7: Random Information:
-Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive) |
53,306 | 1,450 | 13 | 1,365 | 7,531 | Actually, said Rogrelg, "there's a reason I talked with It'zik earlier." He then gestured to the Makura. "He told us...that the Spirit of Water has agreed to give us all possible aid, which extends to two options - one is to create fog that will obscure us from sight. Another is to create rain which will do the same, but inconvinence both us and them. Yet another is to make it snow or hail, which will end the skirmish, but also alert the enemies that something is up.."
"Which will you choose? Personally, I would prefer fog." | 1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore.
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: Male
4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind.
5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe.
6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed.
In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way.
Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them?
But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them.
The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would.
7: Random Information:
- Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind.
- Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments.
- Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore. |
53,307 | 1,450 | 14 | 1,800 | 465 | Not for the first time Hallam was forced to withhold a scoff. A glance around reminded him just why exactly he had joined a neutral faction. He did not trust this supposed Water Spirit, it was probably in league with the Horde Shaman or the Naga or some other, equally unsavorable type. Still, he needed to rely on his allies and if the Commander trusted the lobster's word then such an advantage could be useful. Maybe not indoors, but plenty of fighting was likely to be done outside as well.
If it were just Magi then he would suggest the rain, it would make the frost spells more effective, but as they had less magically inclined individuals it was best not to make things harder for them than it already would be. "Fog." He agreed reluctantly, he hoped this Spirit would at least be subtle about it. Fog didn't just spring up from no where in seconds, which he suspected it knew, but Hallam sometimes doubted the intelligence of non-humanoids, and even then he had called many Humans' intelligence into question as well, to say nothing of his one time trip to Gadgetzan. One Goblin had launched itself into the air on a rocket and didn't come down again during all of his week-long stay in the city, and that was one of the milder events to happen there. It was fair to say Goblins were both geniuses and idiots, all at the same time. | 1: Name: Hallam Ramsey
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: M
4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron
5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots
6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.
Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?
7: Random Information:
(Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.)
Appearance -
Specialization - Arcane
Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert)
Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman)
Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased) |
53,308 | 1,450 | 15 | 1,991 | 4,783 | Kalania watched the clashing undead and knights still in almost a trance like state. It brought a lot of memories into her mind and all of them seemed as vivid as they had just happened. The grimace from her face did not disappear, but she did nod at Rogrelg's question.
“Rain can be nice...” She said with a frown and looked around.” … but most find it difficult to fight in it. Fog is better, but we'd better remember that the scourge likes to use it too... zombies are quite... hard to notice in thick fog before it's too late and they are already upon you.” She stated, following the clash between the enemy forces in the distance.” Also keep in mind that sound travels a lot further in fog than in clear weather.” The dryad stated and pointed at the undead side of town.” The moment we engage in battle, the sounds of it will be heard all the way there without any problems.”
“That's why depending on if we are expecting a lot of combat, I say we pick rain. Rain dampens sound unlike fog. If we battle in the middle of a rain, there is a lot better chance to not alert the scourge to our presence.” Kalania said with a smile and looked around at the other people with her. As someone who lived in nature... who grew in the forests and the wilds of Kalimdor, she knew her stuff when it came to weather. | 1: Name: Kalania
2: Age: 150
3: Sex: Female
4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar.
5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack.
6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred.
Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions.
Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty.
7: Random Information:
-Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive) |
53,309 | 1,450 | 16 | 134 | 1,316 | A former ranger had been asked to assist the Argent Dawn soldiers in any way she could as they marched into the hellish undead nightmare that awaited them within Stratholme. Due to how extremely busy she was most of the time, requests had to be very important and somehow be beneficial towards her as well in the long run. This mission was different from the others though, she would be returning to a place that was once a thriving city for mankind, a city she had seen with her own eyes that ended up burning due to Arthas and his insanity. Closing the portal from within Stratholme had never been done, no one could find the portal, it was that simple. Until that portal is found and closed, the city poses a threat to all of the Eastern Kingdoms, waiting to spread its corruption through the lands and claim all life for the scourge.
From inside the large tunnel the soldiers of the Argent Dawn had taken to reach Crusader’s Square, this former ranger general appeared, bow in hand as she glanced around the area, merely observing as the battle between the scourge and scarlet crusade dragged on. After listening to everyone discuss what they would like the Water Spirit to do to the horde of hostiles nearby, Sylvanas Windrunner gave her own expert opinion.“Neither the fog nor rain or even hail will provide what you are hoping for Argent Dawn. Our two enemies here fight each other, if we attack now we will have both the Scourge and the Scarlet Crusade to fight against. My suggestion is to wait until the victor arises, and then we move to wipe them out. As for this spirit of water, it will prove to be an indispensable ally deeper within Stratholme where the fires are the most intense of all. Do not squander its power upon something as menial as this battle before us.” They did not call her a master of strategy for no reason, she knew what she was talking about.
“What say you Rogrelg, I gave you my advice and now you must make a choice as to either use the Water Spirits abilities, or wait for a side’s victory and then wipe out what remains. Take heed to what I said Orc, if we fight both at once, some of your men will most likely die.” Taking an arrow from her quiver, she quickly strung it and positioned her hands upon the bow and arrow, waiting for a response. | 1: Name: Sylvanas Windrunner
2: Age: (Unknown?)
3: Sex: Female
4: Place of Birth: Silvermoon
5: Equipment: Two curved elven short swords, a bow, full thick leather armor, backpack.
6: History: (For a detailed History - End of Warcraft 3 TFT)
7: Random Information:
A: Sylvanas has control of not only the darks powers of shadow but also the magic’s that normal everyday hunters use in the field.
B: Once an enemy is slain, the Dark Lady can bring them back from the dead to serve her.
C: One of her main attacks is a Black Arrow, which explodes on contact, ignites the target in shadowy flame and corrupts.
D: Has a dark personality and can sometimes be seen as Chaotic Neutral.
E: Does not mess around at all, she is very serious about everything she does.
F: Cares for her people, the Horde, and herself.
G: Is extremely powerful according to her lore, but will not be doing anything to crazy for the RP. |
53,310 | 1,450 | 17 | 1,365 | 7,531 | Ah...Sylvanas, said Rogrelg in clear distaste. "Stealthy as always. I hope you don't resent me for speaking up against your latest attempts to dupe the Warchief into allowing you into the Horde." Something that might bring me and Hallam together, a deep, binding resentment of her.. "But enough of this; we might be forced to fall upon your strategy anyway - the Scarlet Crusade's lines are holding."
The Undead Scourge were withdrawing, leaving the Scarlet lines bloodied and battered. Before the latter can recover, Rogrelg looked at Hallam and Kalania, saying:
"We have a window of opportunity and we'd best not squander it. Let us charge." And with that, he shouted:
"Lok'tar Orgar!" before he, enveloped in a protective shell and his axe out, streamed out of the alleyway, followed by the fellowship's Warriors... | 1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore.
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: Male
4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind.
5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe.
6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed.
In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way.
Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them?
But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them.
The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would.
7: Random Information:
- Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind.
- Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments.
- Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore. |
53,311 | 1,450 | 18 | 1,800 | 465 | Hallam was surprised to say the least, the leader of the renegade Undead had joined them in person for this quest. Granted, eliminating the Scourge strongholds in Lordaeron was of the utmost importance to her people, so he shouldn't be surprised the former Ranger-General had an interest in their success. He still didn't like her, she had been no help to the survivors still on the continent, though with as bad as things had been he would give her the benefit of the doubt just this once, she probably had been unable to help in the chaos of regaining her freedom. Her advice was sound at least, though he'd rather sneak in before announcing themselves so blatantly. It was out of his hands now though, the Orc was leading a charge, bloodthirsty creature that it was. He grimaced uncomfortably, perhaps he should rethink this neutral faction nonsense, but no time for that now.
He waited for the warriors to reach the meat of the forces before attacking, he wanted to keep whatever element of surprise he could. Then, picking targets at the edges in an attempt to pick off those with the best chance of escaping and warning those within of the attack, Hallam began flinging spells. The harsh sting of arcane damage flew across the cobblestone streets, streaking into the faces of unsuspecting Scarlet Zealots and the chilled blasts of his frost spells whittled away at the strength of his enemies who still had need of things like warmth, breath, and blood flow. He alternated often, straying into a wide variety of spells rather than just keeping up with the same ones. It made his moves more unpredictable and less likely to be avoided. | 1: Name: Hallam Ramsey
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: M
4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron
5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots
6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.
Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?
7: Random Information:
(Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.)
Appearance -
Specialization - Arcane
Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert)
Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman)
Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased) |
53,312 | 1,450 | 19 | 1,991 | 4,783 | “!!!” Kalania suddenly jolted when she finally sensed the undead that appeared behind them. She pulled her spear with speed that a master swordsman would pull his sword and took a combat stance towards Sylvanas. It was her instincts, engraved into her during the war, but once the surprise factor ended, with reluctance she pulled her spear away. Sylvanas Windrunner, the leader of the Forsaken. How could Kalania not know about her, the one who leads those who split away from the scourge...
The dryad threw Rogrelg an slightly unhappy glance at his mentioning of known Sylvanas... What's more they almost seemed like buddies. Kalania usually wanted to be open minded and give people the benefit of the doubt, but something in the undead just rubbed her off the wrong way. Maybe because she was an undead or maybe it was the fact that for the best of her, she couldn't really think of a reason why the leader of the Forsaken herself was here... Didn't she have a group of undead to keep order upon? Kalania still preferred to have rain go on while they battle to dampen the noise and not alert the scourge about it, but hey... it's the leader's choice.
When the attack on the remaining Crusaders began, Kalania was among the first one to engage. Her innate speed allowed her to quickly close in the distance from the side as she threw her first spear at one of the knights. Extremely accurate, she hit the weakest point of the armor, under the helmet, instantly bringing down the knight, before with a few quickly jumps to him, she pulled her spear and attacked another one. Sure enough dryads appeared kind of weak at first for most people, but those same people usually quickly found that was not exactly the case. While the mage was using his magic to take care of stragglers and the main fighting force of their group was fighting the core of the knights, Kalania jumped around the battlefield, dealing quick strikes for even a simply scratch from her spears caused the poison to turn enemies quite... easy to finish off. | 1: Name: Kalania
2: Age: 150
3: Sex: Female
4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar.
5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack.
6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred.
Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions.
Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty.
7: Random Information:
-Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive) |
53,313 | 1,450 | 20 | 134 | 1,316 | The Darky Ladies eyes narrowed at Rogrelg, recalling just how incredibly ignorant and foolish he had been during the last meeting she had with the Warchief about letting her people join the forces of the Horde. “You do not understand what you are tampering with Rogrelg, you should have no say in what effects the lives of not only my people but the Sin'dorei and the Horde as a whole. We will speak on this subject later, now is neither the time nor the place.” Without another word, the tip of the arrow that Sylvanas had strung across her bow started to glow a soft violet, emitting a black smoke like substance. Pulling the arrow back, Sylvanas spoke in a low, dark sounding tone of voice. “Let my aim be true.” The arrow was released from her grip and flew towards its target with unnatural speed and force. The arrow hit its target with deadly precision then the body ignited in a flame of the same dark violet color that had appeared on the end of the projectile. The Scarlet Crusader had a couple of seconds to think about what had happened while he panicked, bumping into others and almost igniting them as well.
Finally the man fell to the ground and his life came to an extremely painful end. “Weak and pathetic, what a waste of arrows.” Thought Sylvanas to herself as she strung a normal arrow across her bow and let it fly into the group of hostiles that had finely noticed their presence. Everything went flawlessly, everything expect one thing, and that was Kalania who was jumping around the battlefield. Every once in awhile, the Dryad would jump in front of Sylvanas’s aim, and the shot would have to wait a couple of seconds or be completely cancelled for awhile then attempted once more. “Be weary of my aim Dryad, unless you have a death wish. I would make yourself scarce around me when I am taking a shot.” An arrowed was released from her bow, it traveled so close to Kalania that the whistle of it cutting through the air would be quite audible. Only a couple feet away from her, the arrow struck a Scarlet Crusader in the head, almost traveling completely through his skull. Hopefully, the Dryad would take the Dark Ladies hint and use more caution.
Most of the Scarlet Crusade had died, but some were still alive and Ignorant enough to keep fighting. Moral had been shattered, death was closing upon them, but they were not one to surrender or fall onto their own blade. It appeared that when one died, the others went into a sort of bloodlust or rage that fueled them to fight harder. It was shortly after warning the Dryad about her rapid movements that Sylvanas noticed a Scarlet Crusader who was most likely the leader of both squads, taking her down or capturing her would crush the remaining Scarlet Crusaders will to fight. "Rogrelg, cover me for a moment while I take the shot upon their leader." Moving forward slightly, Sylvanas took a combat pose and then aimed very carefully. The arrow flew from her bow and arched slightly before striking the leaders left shoulder who yelled out in pain and feel to the ground. The squad leader reached over to the arrow but then felt her body go numb, and lost all control over it. "Poison used for paralyzing a hostile, used it on Arthas a while back. Head over there and see what you can do, I will keep you covered this time." Once again, an arrow was strung across her bow and she aimed, motioning with her head for Rogrelg to move. "Make haste Orc and bring her to me before they find out and move her elsewhere." | 1: Name: Sylvanas Windrunner
2: Age: (Unknown?)
3: Sex: Female
4: Place of Birth: Silvermoon
5: Equipment: Two curved elven short swords, a bow, full thick leather armor, backpack.
6: History: (For a detailed History - End of Warcraft 3 TFT)
7: Random Information:
A: Sylvanas has control of not only the darks powers of shadow but also the magic’s that normal everyday hunters use in the field.
B: Once an enemy is slain, the Dark Lady can bring them back from the dead to serve her.
C: One of her main attacks is a Black Arrow, which explodes on contact, ignites the target in shadowy flame and corrupts.
D: Has a dark personality and can sometimes be seen as Chaotic Neutral.
E: Does not mess around at all, she is very serious about everything she does.
F: Cares for her people, the Horde, and herself.
G: Is extremely powerful according to her lore, but will not be doing anything to crazy for the RP. |
53,314 | 1,450 | 21 | 1,365 | 7,531 | You are not the boss of me, Forsaken, Rogrelg grunted as he did what Sylvanas said anyway, casting a spell of protection around himself before dragging the paralyzed Scarlet Crusader to the Ranger-General.
"I hope you don't hold the interrogation here, in the open. But that's not your plan, is it?" You have the power of Mind Control, I'm not forgetting that. It's perfectly possible for you to make the enemy guide you to the Grand Crusader yourself. If so, do it before my distaste overcomes my pragmatism.
Suddenly, the sound of cannons boomed from the walls of the Scarlet Bastion, none of them hitting the group...yet.
"Everybody!" shouted the Orc Priest, "inside the building! We have a small window of time before we confront the Grand Crusader!"
Timeskip
Archivist Galford had fallen by Rogrelg's hand, Malor the Zealous would be struck by a poisoned projectile - was that Kailana's work, or someone else's? - while Cannon Master Weily would be shot through with arrows - perhaps Sylvanas, perhaps a Human Archer's. The purpose of this was to exhaust the group, forcing them to wade through hordes of supposed elite troops. Now, Saidan Dathoran, carrying his hammer, was confronting a band that, though they locally outnumbered him, was tired, fatigued, and some who were wounded. This was going to be a hard fight. | 1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore.
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: Male
4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind.
5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe.
6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed.
In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way.
Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them?
But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them.
The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would.
7: Random Information:
- Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind.
- Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments.
- Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore. |
53,315 | 1,450 | 22 | 1,991 | 4,783 | As the battle progressed, Kalania actually found herself strangely targeting the same people as Sylvanas did. It was uncanny... almost as if they were working of the same battle plan, but it wasn't compatible for two people. The problem was that since the dryad was knee deep in the fighting, she was getting in the undead's way of shooting arrows. A thing that Sylvanas was quick to remind her.
“Dare not warn me again Banshee Queen.” The dryad replied, swinging her spear with force strong enough that when it impacted a nearby knight's head, it send the entire armored guy to the ground.” I've been fighting on the first line against the burning legion... I'm not afraid of you or your ilk... besides it's you who's targeting the same people as me...” She smirked, hurling her spear in the direction of a knight who was trying to flank them towards the Banshee Queen. Then she proceeded with jumping around to the side where there was quite the melee going on. Hopefully the undead elf will keep to her own area.
Kalania was still dealing with stragglers when the cannon fire echoed and the shells began hitting around them.” By Cenarius, such a bad aim...” The dryad stated as she followed the orc's order to get into the building nearby.
Timeskip
“I wonder if it's a real big shot that's going to show this time.” Kalania muttered, throwing quick looks through the windows. The crusade sure lived to it's name... they certainly had the numbers to throw at them and sure enough it was tiring, but it wasn't anything she hadn't done before. Now while she was waiting for the next wave, she had sat down, closed her eyes and meditating to both calm her mind and recuperate some strength. At least she was before she suddenly stood up and went to Sylvanas. The dryad had a mildly displeased expression, but it was something that needed to be done.
“I couldn't help but to notice how you fight...” She began saying to the Banshee Queen.” Our fighting styles are similar in some ways, quick deadly from distance. If we form up a strategy to cooperate, it we wouldn't be causing problems one to the other on the battlefield.” She stated, and looked towards the outside, tilting her head.” Actually it seems someone new showed up to fight us again... are they planning at throwing 'elites' at us till we die of boredom?” | 1: Name: Kalania
2: Age: 150
3: Sex: Female
4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar.
5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack.
6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred.
Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions.
Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty.
7: Random Information:
-Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive) |
53,316 | 1,450 | 23 | 1,800 | 465 | Hallam grimaced in disgust, wiping his face with his sleeve. Some spells were better at close range, particularly the cold spells he preferred to use on their living opponents. That had the unfortunate side effect of putting him right up close to the fighting for a short time, and while that was dangerous it was not what disgusted him. No, a particularly beefy Warrior had taken a sword to one of the Scarlet Priests, the resulting arc of blood had gotten all over his face and robes. He'd actually stopped casting in his surprise, casting a Blink spell to return to a safe distance and hurriedly wipe the substance from his mouth.
He glowering at the back of the Warriors' heads as he felt a steady drip of hot liquid sliding down his collar. He wasn't sure which of the idiots had been the one to splatter him, he had been focused solely on the battle at the time, but Hallam was coming up with a plan of vengeance on all of them. Maybe turning them all into sheep after this campaign? Or he could piss in their healing potions...
His dark muttering faded into the background as the dark figure of Sylvanus came into view, a bright and colorful Kalania at her side chattering away. What an odd pair. He thought bemusedly.
Hallam did not know many of the faces they had encountered, but even he knew Saidan Dathrohan's face. Uther, Tirion, Turalyon, and Saidan were the four to found the Knights of the Silver Hand. It was almost surreal, fighting a man he had heard stories about as a child. They were going to kill this man, this great hero of Lordaeron. How had this happened?
But it didn't matter. Saidan was the enemy now, irrational and filled with hatred, whatever he had been now he was a danger to the lives of all of Azeroth. His disruptions of the fragile stability in Lordaeron and the unrestrained murder of all not part of the Crusade was a danger that could not be ignored. Hallam was sure the only reason he still lived was to distract the Scourge here, but now they were going to remove both threats. Another sneer crawled it's way into his expression. He would gladly blast this man to the Void. The things his Crusaders had done under his orders were as unforgivable as the Prince's betrayal had been. | 1: Name: Hallam Ramsey
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: M
4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron
5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots
6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.
Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?
7: Random Information:
(Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.)
Appearance -
Specialization - Arcane
Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert)
Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman)
Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased) |
53,317 | 1,451 | 0 | 2,693 | 4 | Back in the year 1983 (That's a good opening scene right?), there was a pack of wolves called "The Faded Pack" and their job was to inspect the forest and make sure hunters, animal catchers, ect. weren't around. If there was, the wolves would howl. Each high and low howl means something, Low is danger, normal is only One or Two were around, and high meant everything's good.
These wolves went out everyday when the sun was at its highest, straight up from their cabin. One day they went out into the forest, and everything was fine, so they did their high howl. This took a while, for they had to circle the entire forest Twice to make sure nothing was around. So, while exploring the forest, a very curious wolf ran off for an unknown reason. She went into the dark, roofed forest, were the hunters go the most, but something particular happened. She found a huge crater just laying on the earths surface. She, like I said, was curious and went down the crater, finding a few steps here and there.
"Rose!? Where in the world are you!?" "We're very worried! Please come out!" "Guys! Follow my voice! I'm down in a deep hole!"Rose?! There you are! we've been looking everywhere for you! "Be careful down there Rose..." "I'm fine! *wave* Come on dow-" "ROSE!".
They all jumped down after that. No one knows what happened to the wolves, wether if they died or are still alive. But, one thing we do know, is that 3 pups came from the same hole 4 (Dog) years later. Some say they died and the pups found a way out since they are so small, some other say the same about how the pups got out, but that they are still alive and the adults found a small way out. Though, many theories are out there, we barley have half of the proof out of all of them.
Many years later, about Eight, the pups still don't remember anything, being so small. The only thing they could do is explore, and try to find them. There are Seven pups now, the pups, having no place to go, joined another family. There are Four pups, and a mother and father. They we're the only ones brave enough to take the pups in. The parents names are Emily for the mother, and Rin for the father. They live in a small den, a tree on top, a rock on bottom that is hollow. There are Four other dens, and the wolves call that a "pack neighborhood". The other dens have Five other pups for the Seven to play with. Scout, Ayze and Trae for the boys, and for the girls, Ember and Lilith. The other adult names don't really matter.
Now, the RP you are participating in is the pups adventure, starting at the den, ending at ???. You decide how the story begins and ends, are the pups good or bad, and is the Faded pack still alive? You choose in this Fantasy based RP!
More notes:
-No more than 12 people, and no less than 7
-Having smex is allowed, but don't act it out
-please don't add to the story, keep it how it is
-no copy write, if you're gonna take an element of the story, such as the title, please ask (names are ok though)
-The pups do not have powers, you can add that on later, when they find the crater or something
-keep it fair. This is for the powers thing above. example, "She got bigger and bigger, her teeth getting as big as her body, and gulped up the small wolf in one bite, instantly killing her" no one wants to RP with someone like that!
-gore is allowed. example, "He bit into the doe, straight in her neck. He held on as it tried to run. blood gushed out of its neck, then, once it was weak, he dug his teeth further and blood splattered everywhere. He dug into its meaty chest, digging out the organs"
-No killing other people/character unless I allow you to, or if its a person, if they allow you to.
-No dying unless you want to quit the RP
-Don't ask for extra role, YOU ARN'T GETTING ANY
To apply:
Just do a description below (in the comments... I actually have to say that). The desc. must include: Name-Gender-Looks-Personality-. Other things are optional, you can add: Crush-BFF-Age-Nickname-Dream Wish- If you want to add more, or if you believe something important was left out, just add it in the description. If I approve, PM me and I'll tell you the forum that you actually RP in. | Name: Maxwell
Gender: Male
Looks: Red wolf, patches of black, orange, red, brown, ect. with a green bandana around his neck. And hes very fuzzy
Personality: Dare-devil, sorta flirty, cool, sorta hawt, does anything for attention, clumsy, fun
Crush: Whichever female posts next because I'm the first one with a description
BFF: Lots of wolves, but not all
Age: 2 in a half / 8 dog years
Nickname: Max
Dream Wish: 1st - meet parents 2nd - get SUPER powerful 3rd - Find a true love with-in 2 dog years |
53,318 | 1,451 | 1 | 2,693 | 4 | Jul 2016 7:00 1 yr ago | Name: Maxwell
Gender: Male
Looks: Red wolf, patches of black, orange, red, brown, ect. with a green bandana around his neck. And hes very fuzzy
Personality: Dare-devil, sorta flirty, cool, sorta hawt, does anything for attention, clumsy, fun
Crush: Whichever female posts next because I'm the first one with a description
BFF: Lots of wolves, but not all
Age: 2 in a half / 8 dog years
Nickname: Max
Dream Wish: 1st - meet parents 2nd - get SUPER powerful 3rd - Find a true love with-in 2 dog years |
53,319 | 1,451 | 2 | 2,693 | 4 | ... I don't get why no one EVER likes or cares about my well thought out RPs.... | Name: Maxwell
Gender: Male
Looks: Red wolf, patches of black, orange, red, brown, ect. with a green bandana around his neck. And hes very fuzzy
Personality: Dare-devil, sorta flirty, cool, sorta hawt, does anything for attention, clumsy, fun
Crush: Whichever female posts next because I'm the first one with a description
BFF: Lots of wolves, but not all
Age: 2 in a half / 8 dog years
Nickname: Max
Dream Wish: 1st - meet parents 2nd - get SUPER powerful 3rd - Find a true love with-in 2 dog years |
53,320 | 1,452 | 0 | 34 | 179 | The Arc Academy
Arc 1Arc Academy Associates
Chapter 1: Open Your Eyes, Abandon Your Self
Out in the desert lands known as Orocos, a rare event in the universe was about to occur. There was a slim chance of this occurrence happening every three years, but often did not. It required the gathering of very unnatural beings, creatures capable of transcending their given bodies and limitations imposed at birth. Evolving at a vary rapid pace, these beings known to some as monsters would eventually have the power to change the course of the universe itself.
Orocos is a harsh land, intensely beaten by the sun's scorching rays. The air is so dry that one can almost feel the moisture being sucked from their skin. Throughout most of the land, there is nothing living but wild beasts that have adapted to the unforgiving climate over generations. The few human civilizations that exist in Orocos are closer to non-desert land, never too far from a river or oasis that provides constant water supply. It would be impossible to survive in Orocos for even a day without immediate access to water at all times. Yet, on this day, many brave souls decided to embark on a journey into this guaranteed death sentence. Embarking from the nearest town with as much water as they could carry and out into the desert at the same time; a time that at every hour the desert simply grew hotter and hotter and . . . hotter.
The locals would have informed anyone that the destination was not a good choice for a day's travel, especially not without an expedition team that was well trained and well supplied. The desert's climate alone was enough to kill someone from a heat stroke, and the creatures that lurked about waiting for exhausted travelers were abundant. Orocos was also under frequent threat from vicious sandstorms that if one somehow survived, would still die after having lost their way, being cut off from the sun and severely beaten.
It may have been an unconfirmed fact, in that you could not call and verify its invitation, the actual event being kept secret after all. But out in the desert there was a chance for something unique to each traveler as well as common. A reward that could grant an entire new perspective to the world, resources some could only dream of, power that the ordinary would not even think possible, and legendary experiences that made life worth risking.
And so the daring travelers ventured, out to find the ancient ruins of a town that once existed in a now uninhabitable location. The fallen civilization of Roontah. It was here that the true journey began, the chance to test one's resolve and desires for unrivaled reward. And now, the travelers capable of locating and reaching the ruins were to begin this journey. Would they face the same fate however, as those who failed to find the ruins, become lost to the desert forever? Or would they transform into tales of grandeur?
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Kenric
One of the travelers was sitting before Roontah's steps now, in the golden sand with legs crossed. The young male with light brown hair and light complexion was leaning back on his arms, with his head tilted upward and gaze fixed upon the sky. His name was Kenric, no formal family name, and he was one of the first twelve to arrive at Roontah. At first he thought nothing of his arrival time, but as at least fifty people arrived over the next two hours, he realized his endurance and experience traversing dangerous landscapes had proven advantageous. Still, over the course of his trip here and waiting for two hours, he was still down to his very last water canteen. That meant that nearly everyone else had probably already ran out of water entirely, as they could only carry so much water. Not to mention the trip was a lot longer than even Kenric thought it would be. With the high endurance he knew he had, he was still winded and greatly appreciated the two hour break he had before something occurred.
After finding Roontah, Kenric simply plopped down right before the ancient town. Others may have opted to explore the ruins, even find some sign that the fabled test they were all gathered for was actually to happen here. But Kenric honestly rather rest and conserve his energy. They had all spent the entire day trekking through a miserable desert, and the test hadn't even begun yet. Kenric didn't want to waste any effort on something that didn't move him forward in his goal. Besides, they were not told how long it would take to find this place or what time the test would start. The only clue Kenric and likely everyone else was given, was to leave for Roontah from the nearest town at 12:00PM on the dot. Nothing else. With such gaps between arrival times, who knew what time the test was going to start and what was an acceptable time to arrive. If Kenric and others had arrived way too early, they might still have quite some time to wait. Thus, searching Roontah would be rather pointless. Also, Kenric had no idea what condition the town was in and if there might be some sort of traps laid out either by people of the past or people wishing to catch people now. He did examine the square and rectangular buildings, built up onto the side of a giant cliff, very well in the last two hours however. But now, he was growing rather impatient. None of them would survive for very long without water, much less take the Arc Academy Associate Test.
Some of the other travelers, applicants to the Academy, were beginning to speak to one another. Kenric could hear a portion of the group beginning to question whether they had truly found the right location. If this was really Roontah. Others wondered if it was all a false lead to begin with, and The Arc Academy Associate Test was actually taking place somewhere else entirely. Another portion of the group was in a different state entirely. They were nearing dehydration and were unlikely to make it much longer. Kenric could not help but feel as if the test had already started. Would they really start it like this though?
Kenric turned his head, moving his gaze from the sky to the fellow applicants around him. If this was the task that needed to be endured just to take the test, what kind of things would they be put through? Some of these men might not even be able to stand up by the time someone arrived to give them some sort of validation. And that was when his eyes widened a bit. He couldn't believe it, but there was a child there amongst the crowd.
"A kid? Here?" Any of the other participants would probably laugh if they were paying enough attention to him, as he would surely be regarded as a kid himself by the older applicants here. The younger applicant, if they didn't hear him speak, would likely notice his crimson red eyes bearing down on them. It wasn't intentionally a menacing or intimidating glare, but with his lack of facial expression and piercing eyes, it may come off as so. | Name: Kenric
Age: 18
Species: Human-Demon Halfling
Gender: Male
Element: Wood
Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything.
Appearance:
Level: Level 1
Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily.
Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly.
Equipment:
Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing.
Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have.
Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer
Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money.
Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power. |
53,321 | 1,452 | 1 | 973 | 880 | Not far from where Kenric was, there was a girl among the other participants to the AAAT. She was pretty young, as least compared to the other participants who were mostly middle-aged men. She was looking around impatiently, with her arms crossed below her chest.
"Uuuu, it's so hot..." she said while waving her hands near her neck in an effort to cool her body's temperature down. Obviously, it wouldn't work, so then she tried another method. She lifted her skirt and used it to air her thighs. At first, she took care not to lift it too far but after five minutes of some unsatisfactory tiny winds, she decided to just screw it and used the entirety of her skirt as a makeshift fan. It wasn't like she was a stranger to her flashing her panties. Her high kicks already introduced that to her.
She would've joined the others who entered the city, but she just felt too spent for that now. The journey here wasn't exactly easy and her water canteen was near empty. She had to conserve her strength.
A thought crossed into her mind. What if this was a part of the test? Like some sort of an endurance trial? After they were all tired from the trek here, they would start the test, so only the best of the best would pass.
She looked around once again. Still no sign of the test being starting.
"Aaaaa, I would've wore my short-sleeved shirt if I know it would be this hot." | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,322 | 1,452 | 2 | 315 | 290 | A pair of eyes were focused upon the ruins that were in front of the body the eyes were attached to. PN61A looked forward with a blank expression on her face. She took note of these Ruins of Roontah, as thoughts rushed through her head pondering what would be there. Perhaps there would be mummies! Or quite possibly a pit full of snakes! Gretchen Primrose could hardly wait to explore the ruins and take the treasures that were sure to be there! For there were always treasures in ruined civilizations.
Her staff that was clutched in her not as noticeably robotic hand pointed directly upwards. A small bit of wind came and started to move her hat off her head. Lifting up her staff the Amazing and Oh-so Glorious Gretchen Primrose waved her staff around in a circle as she gave off a powerful magical chant!
"oppicusStay yMay atHay allingFay Offyay!" She continued to wave her staff around as she tried to be discrete about moving her quite obviously mechanical arm upwards to push her hat back into place. With her hat secured, she took a moment to dust off the edges of her skirt.
With exaggerated goose-steps, The Amazing and Oh-so Glorious Gretchen Primrose moved in front of the the group and the ruins in the distance.
She waved her staff around before pointing it towards the group at large. "Fear not. Do not worry about the conditions of this place. For I am the Amazing and Oh-so Glorious Gretchen Primrose, Witch Extraordinaire!~" She took a brief pause for any gasps or clapping that were sure to happen.
"That pause was for your gasps and clapping. I assert my earlier point. Fear not. Because I am here. And I will explore these ruins and achieve success in this test shrouded in mystery. I am unaware how you will fare; however I can assure you that you will take happiness in the fact that I will succeed regardless of whether or not you do." | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,323 | 1,452 | 3 | 2,512 | 294 | A couple yards away from the gathering, Roxy was rushing towards them. She was carrying her sweatshirt over her shoulder, and the bottles of water she had taken with her had been completely emptied. After her long and arduous journey through the desert lands of Orocos and not finding anything, Roxy had started to finally wonder whether or not this whole "Arc Academy" thing was just some kind of elaborate prank being played on her or something. However, when she finally caught the group of people gathered together, she immediately started running towards the crowd excitedly. "Whoohoo, I finally found it!" Roxy shouted energetically as she reached the crowd, pumping her fist in victory at the same time
A couple seconds later, A girl reached the front of the crowd and speaking to them all. Still full of excitement due to having finally found the AAAT, Roxy started cheering loudly at the girl's words. "Yeah! Whooo!" Roxy shouted into the crowd with great enthusiasm, not really paying attention to the fact that she was most likely the only one doing so | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,324 | 1,452 | 4 | 315 | 290 | Yes. I was expecting such enthusiasm from all of you when I told you these facts. PN61A gripped the edges of her dress as she performed a curtsy. The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose had a touch looser grip on the side with her staff. She kept the curtsy position, staring dead forward at the crowd, as she noted all of their enthusiasm. Well okay, mostly from Roxy, as the others were silent. They were surely just as enthusiastic as her, but they were a bit subdued in displaying such excitement.
Returning back up to a straight standing position PN61A turned her head from side to side in a slow and methodical movement. "I see you are not all expressing the eagerness you all have. I can fix that with some spectacular displays of magic~!" She declared with her expression remaining completely blank, while raising her staff and much more robotic appendage upwards. Lowering them back down The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose pointed her staff towards the crowd, "I require a volunteer from the crowd." | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,325 | 1,452 | 5 | 2,512 | 294 | After a few seconds, Roxy eventually stopped cheering but still continued listening intently to the girl's words. When Roxy heard the girl say that she needed a volunteer however, her arm shot right back up and she immediately started shouting again. "Ooh, ooooh! Pick me! Pick me!!" Roxy shouted excitedly, waving her hand back and forth like crazy. She didn't even really know what she was volunteering for, but she was just so caught up in the moment she didn't really care. Despite all the energy Roxy was putting on display she was actually pretty physically exhausted, but she certainly wasn't going to show that | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,326 | 1,452 | 6 | 973 | 880 | Ooh, what's going on here? Miki said as she noticed the show PN61A was putting on. She had always been fond of magic shows like that so finding one here, done by another applicant nonetheless (or at least she thought the girl was), was certainly a pleasant surprise. And when the performer girl asked for a volunteer, she quickly raised her hand, only to be beaten by another, red-headed girl.
"Aaw," she pouted. "I wanted to go up there too..."
You might think that it was odd for her to be so carefree in this situation, like the other contestants did, whom just stared at the performing girl blankly. But it was just in her nature. She had arrived here safe and sound, and the test hadn't started yet. So the only thing she could do is to relax. No sense in tearing out your nerves for something that was out of her control.
She looked closer at the performer. She then noticed how she seemed to be a cyborg, judging by her metal arms. She was dressed like a witch though, so that would make her a witch cyborg? Now that would be a strange combination to behold.
Oh well, there would always be odd people here and there. And it wasn't like she wasn't a bit of an oddball herself. What kind of high school girl would participate in a grueling test like this for starters? | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,327 | 1,452 | 7 | 315 | 290 | And so the series of events had unfolded in the way PN61A computed was a likely result. As soon as the Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose had requested some volunteers she had gained more interest than from her initial amazing speech. She pointed her staff towards Roxy's arm that was moving more frantically, "Yes. You have volunteered to be a volunteer. This means you get to be my assistant for this." Slowly Gretchen turned her head to face the other hand in the crowd that was raised up, well before being put down.
"You also wanted to volunteer. You also get to be my assistant. I shall reanalyze the parameters for my initial magic display to account for this." she spoke as she gestured with her staff towards Miki. PN61A moved her head from side to side as she gauged the crowd.
"Please demonstrate your support by applauding these two assistants. You may applaud either vocally or physically. Allow me to demonstrate." Moving out both of her arms, she allowed her staff to rest against her arm as she prepared to clap. Both hands came together and pressed against each other making a clanking noise. "Woo! Woo!" declared the Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose with a blank expression.
"The two volunteers I obtained from the crowd, listen to my pre-instructions before my instructions. Each of you should take a spot on one of my sides; please do not occupy the same side. When you have made your way to me you will tell the crowd and myself your names. Also a fun fact about yourself if you would not mind." | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,328 | 1,452 | 8 | 2,512 | 294 | The moment the robot girl picked her, Roxy promptly rushed toward the robot girl as if on cue. She forced her way through the sea of people standing in front of her, thoughtlessly pushing everyone out of her way and probably stepping on a few feet along the way, and made it to where the robot girl was standing. She then immediately took her place on the left side of the robot girl like she had asked Roxy to
When the robot girl asked Roxy to give her name, Roxy wasted no time immediately responding. She looked out to the audience and shouted 'The name's Roxy and...uhhh..." Roxy started, but then hesitated awkwardly once she realized she didn't give herself enough time to think of a fun fact about herself. After thinking about it for a second, she started to smirk and quickly took a wide-leg stance and pointed dramatically in the air. "...And a fun fact about me is...I'm gonna be the most famous and powerful person in the Arc Academy! Don't you forget it!!" Roxy shouted at the top of her lungs with great enthusiasm | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,329 | 1,452 | 9 | 973 | 880 | Miki quickly brightened up when she heard the performer taking her as well. She had thought she had been left out, her spot taken by the other girl who was noticed by the cyborg first.
"Coming!" she shouted back, waving her hands.
She went towards the stage as quickly as she could. And unlike the other girl, she had just the perfect way to do so. It was the way of the performer. The way that would turn every head in the audience towards her.
She jumped.
Not just any jump, mind you, but a really high jump.
And not just any high jump, but a really long one as well.
Yep, she jumped to the air, straight through all the crowds that blocked her path.
She didn't care that it basically revealed her ability to her future competitors (not to mention her panties for that matter). She got no time for that. It was show time and what better way to make an entrance than to just jump straight to the stage like a falling comet.
She landed perfectly with a straight leg without any loss in balance. She was well-trained in this after all. She knew perfectly well the capabilities of her legs and how to move them as she willed.
As she landed to the right of the robot girl, she raised her hands to the air dramatically and said, "I'm Miki, Miki Melbourne! And I'm going to become the strongest martial artist of all time!" | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,330 | 1,452 | 10 | 315 | 290 | The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose turned her head from side to side as she watched both the ladies eagerly rush to take their positions. One picked running through the crowd to reach her, while the other leaped over the crowd in order to reach other. She kept a blank expression and stared forward while the two gave out tidbits about their dreams.
Clanking her hands together, PN61A clapped as she glanced between Roxy and Miki Melbourne. "Wow. What a display. And you even share the same fun fact; both of you desire to have enough power to claim to be the best." Slowly her head turned to Roxy before pointing towards Miki, "I hope you do not mind the competition from Miki." The gesture was repeated with Miki as she stared at her and pointed towards Roxy, "I hope you do not mind the competition from Roxy." With her head facing straight forward she mused aloud, "It is fun learning about these things."
After that bit of dialogue was finished PN61A marched forward a small bit with more exaggerated steps. Spinning on her heel she turned back towards the two girls.
"First before I prepare my spectacular feats of magic I must inquire. Is this the first time the two of you have ever dealt with a Witch's Performance? It'd be nice to know." spoke the Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose as she reached into the satchel that was hooked onto her dress. From this pouch she pulled out a deck of cards.
"Behold. I have a deck of cards. A deck of ordinary cards to most but when they are in my possession they become something spectacular!" declared PN61A with a blank expression. She extended out the deck of cards to Roxy, "Please go through these cards, then hand them to Miki. I would like the both of you to confirm that these are a normal deck of cards before I apply my spectacular magic to them." | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,331 | 1,452 | 11 | 2,512 | 294 | Roxy watched in awe as the blonde haired girl performed her rather impressive feats. Aw man, that girl's entrance was WAY cooler than hers, Roxy thought to herself as she folded her arms in frustration. Roxy's feelings of jealousy only intensified when she heard blondie reveal her own goals and dreams. What did she just say? Was she challenging her? Who did she think she was, stepping into Roxy's territory like that? Roxy started to make a subtle sneer at blondie while looking at her from the corner of her eye
When robot girl asked Roxy about what she thought about what blondie had said, Roxy felt compelled to reply. She had to keep it cool though, she definitely didn't want to look like she was bothered by what she had said, after all. She gave a scoff in response. "Whatever, it's not like she'll ever be able to compete against me anyway!" Roxy said with a condescending tone along with a smirk
Suddenly, robot girl handed Roxy a deck of cards and asked her to look through the cards. Roxy nodded her head and started scanning through the deck very quickly, then handed them back barely a second later. "Done!" Roxy said, acting as if it was a competition | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,332 | 1,452 | 12 | 973 | 880 | Miki on the other hand didn't really care that much for competing with the girl. She wasn't a competitive person by nature. Of course, she loved facing a good challenge but she didn't go out of her way to look for it. And she wouldn't be jealous of someone stronger than her as her own grandfather had always been stronger, even to this day. Part of the reason why she was willing to take this test was to train herself so that one day she could win over him, like he wanted her to do. She had no malice towards the old man. Only admiration.
Thus, when she was asked by the robot performer about the girl, she merely replied, "I do not mind at all! The more the merrier after all!" with a cheerful tone. She didn't take offense at all when the girl said that she was obviously superior than her.
She looked at the girl shuffling the cards real quickly, as if it was a deck-shuffling competition. She didn't understand. It if were her, she would make sure to check all the cards throughoutly, making sure that they were perfectly ordinary cards. She would even scan for any qi in them. She would be disappointed if the performer girl was only using a simple qi trick for her show, especially since she did it in front of experienced fighters that would probably know how to use qi themselves. | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,333 | 1,452 | 13 | 34 | 179 | Kenric
Kenric's crimson eyes remained locked onto the young girl and followed her as she made her way to the front of the crowd. What was she wearing and . . . why? Not that his all black attire was exactly most befitting for this climate, but he had brought with him a sand colored robe to shield himself from the sun's rays and could lower the zipper of his jacket. But she was wearing an old fashioned looking dress, an apron, and knee high boots. The only useful article of clothing she had might have been her tall hat, providing shade from the sun's relentless rays. Upon reaching the front of all the travelers, the girl decided to introduce herself.
She can't be serious.
Stating her name to the crowd and spewing out random gibberish, some of the travelers looked on with irritation in their eyes. People's patience and even their sanity was low at the moment. But nonetheless, the girl continued. Not very far into her speech, another girl could be heard shouting out of nowhere. Kenric grabbed his robe from the floor and stood up now as the the supposed witch requested volunteers; the other girl, of course, eagerly leaping to the opportunity. Many of the applicants had moved away from the crowd now, while others either continued to ignore what was happening or were too thirsty to even move.
There's two of them now. As Kenric began to wonder if the girls were some kind of test of their own, being the youngest here besides himself, a third voice overtook the crowd. Following the cheerful and high pitched voice, Kenric focused on someone his age-another female-right before she suddenly leapt into the air and moved over the remaining applicants so that she landed right beside PN61A and the other girl beside her. This wasn't what he had expected to see. Still, Kenric moved to the front and center of the crowd to get a better view of the girls. Nothing had happened up until this point and so he could not help but wonder if it was related to the AAAT in someway. Upon reaching the front, he heard the 'volunteers', Roxy and Miki, announce their desires to be the best. PN61A, the apparent cyborg, made note of their grand desires and conflicting interests in regards to The Academy. Ironically, her own attitude was not too far off. Kenric crossed his arms, his robe draped over the left, and watched as PN61A handed a deck of cards to Roxy.
As Roxy handed the deck back to PN61A everyone in the crowd perked up for the first time, eyes becoming intently focused. Kenric furrowed his eyebrows as his gaze moved passed the three girls and up to the stone steps of Roontah. At first he thought he may have imagined it or be looking at some kind of mirage. But after blinking repeatedly and focusing his vision once more, Kenric could still see it. Someone was suddenly standing behind the girls, on the steps of Roontah. The strange thing was that he appeared out of nowhere. Those that were watching what was taking place or had their attention on Roontah would have caught that the man did not walk or fall from anywhere. No one had been alerted of his presence before; he came into everyone's view simultaneously.
The fashionably dressed man made no sound and did not move from the steps. He was simply gazing down at PN61A, Roxy and Miki, who would be unaware of this as no one else would have noticed him if they weren't already looking in his direction. Kenric was only more confused now. Was all of this apart of the test? Or were the three girls actually participants and the test was about to start now? On the other hand, had the test already started and the man was actually another applicant? Or was this all something to further deter them from the actual AAAT? Kenric sighed and shook his head as his brain began to hurt. There were too many possibilities and nothing he could do now but watch the 'magic show'. | Name: Kenric
Age: 18
Species: Human-Demon Halfling
Gender: Male
Element: Wood
Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything.
Appearance:
Level: Level 1
Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily.
Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly.
Equipment:
Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing.
Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have.
Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer
Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money.
Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power. |
53,334 | 1,452 | 14 | 315 | 290 | The deck of playing cards were in fact a normal playing cards. They were nothing more or nothing less than just some regular cards. While some might've resorted to utilizing qi for tricks, The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose would not stoop to such levels. She was The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose for a reason after all! And she had no use for qi in her spectacular displays of magic, because she didn't need it. Only unprofessionals would need it for what PN61A would perform.
"Very good to hear that." PN61A remarked as she reclaimed the deck, sliced it in half and held both sections in her hand. With her thumbs facing inwards she released them allowing the cards to fall into place as another shuffle was done.
Flipping the deck upside down, she revealed the face of the Queen of Hearts. She turned her attention between Miki, Roxy and the audience, as she showed off the Queen of Hearts. "Behold. This card is currently the Queen of Hearts. However! I shall turn this card into the Queen of Spades."
The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose goose-stepped close to the audience to make sure they were all at a suitable viewing distance for this trick. Placing one of her hands on top, and began rubbing down on the Queen of Hearts. "Now I incant the magical words; Hocus Pocus!"
All while this spectacular display was going on the sleight of hand behind the trick was set up and finished, approximately about the time the figure did their own version of the vanishing and reappearance act.
PN61A removed her hand over the card to show that it was indeed the Queen of Spades! The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrosed showed off the card to all in attendance. "And through my magic it is the Queen of Spades!"
She paused for the adoration shown via clapping and cheers alongside a stunned silence. "This pause is for the clapping and cheers from all of you seeing such a spectacular display besides that stunned silence. Good job on the stunned silence. I have many, many more displays of magic I can show. Are you ready for more?" | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,335 | 1,452 | 15 | 2,512 | 294 | Due to her facing the crowd and away from the sight, Roxy did not notice the mysterious man appearing out of thin air. Honestly, it would've been fairly likely that she wouldn't have noticed him even if she WAS looking at him either
Naturally, Roxy was incredibly impressed with robot girl's magic trick. She immediately started applauding and cheering loudly in response, not thinking at all about how she was right next to her and was probably screaming in her (and blondie's) ears. When the robot girl then asked if they wanted to see another trick, Roxy held her fist in the air. "Hell yeah! Let's see another one!!" She shouted, rather unsurprisingly | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,336 | 1,452 | 16 | 973 | 880 | As the cyborg girl began her performance, she made sure that she looked at her trick as closely as possible. Even though she knew the crucial part of a magic performance was how nobody knew the trick behind it, she still wanted to know. Of course, if she knew, she wouldn't spread the word around. It would simply be her little secret.
Try as she might however, her eyes couldn't see through the cyborg's fast finger movements. Yes, even when she used her qi to enhance the sharpness of her sight. Perhaps her metal fingers were enhanced beyond what ordinary human fingers were capable of.
Miki didn't notice the man standing behind her either, as her concentration was all directed towards the magic trick. And when the performer girl finished, she clapped loudly as well, though not as loud as the other girl did, which quite disturbed her a little. Make no mistake. She was just as excited as she was. She simply had more self-restraint in expressing her excitement.
"Yes, I'd love to see another one as well!" she said to the cyborg with a bright smile. | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,337 | 1,452 | 17 | 315 | 290 | The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious kept a decidedly blank expression even while Roxy zealously yelled in her ear after clapping intensively. She was followed by the excited, but not nearly as excited, claps of Miki. Both of them voiced their eagerness to see another one of her spectacular displays of magic.
"Very well. I shall demonstrate even more of my spectacular magic as you are all clamoring for it, whether through the stunned silence or active participation of clapping and cheering." noted PN61A, still fully unaware of the other figure.
She rested her staff against the temple of her head as she began to shuffle through the deck again. "Now then. Yes, I can feel the mystic energy here." The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Primrose noted while trying to appear as if in a trance; but instead she kept the same blank expression. "I shall pick a card these ruins have told me to."
The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose placed a card face down on the dirt below. She turned her attention to Miki as she fanned out the deck. "Now I need my fair volunteer Miki here to pick a card. Any card will do." She stated as she began to set the wheels in motion for this next amazing display of magic. | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,338 | 1,452 | 18 | 34 | 179 | Kenric
Kenric raised an eyebrow as PN61A completed her magic trick. His head then tilted to the side ever so slightly as both Roxy and Miki excitedly praised the trick. It's not that his eyes could follow whatever it was that PN61A had done in her trick, but it wasn't something he would expect The Academy to be showing them. Clearly they were not part of the test, but more likely that the man behind them was going to be the first sign of something. That only left the question however, as to what were they doing out here?
The crowd of applicants now huddled together a little more closely, as if appearing to be more interested in PN61A's magic show.
But they were not.
The man who suddenly appeared had now begun to slowly descend the steps of Roontah. Through his glasses he examined the applicants carefully, but with no expression on his face. He kept one hand kept in his pocket as he walked over to the crowd and casually smoked his elegant wooden pipe. With the sun now shining off him; his silver glasses and hair, his coat adorned with golden buttons, buckles, and chains-it was a mystery how no one noticed him before. Yet, everyone remained silent as he himself quietly approached them all. The man stopped once he was a few meters away from PN61A, Roxy, and Miki. He brought his hand up to his chin while he examined them without their knowledge. Then, he grabbed his pipe with his free hand and removed it from his lips as he exhaled a large plume of smoke.
"Well. Let's see this trick then? But perhaps I could volunteer myself as well."
There was an actual stunned silence from the crowd this time, as everyone stared in disbelief.
Kenric's shoulders hunched in as he sighed. "Now what . . ." | Name: Kenric
Age: 18
Species: Human-Demon Halfling
Gender: Male
Element: Wood
Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything.
Appearance:
Level: Level 1
Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily.
Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly.
Equipment:
Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing.
Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have.
Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer
Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money.
Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power. |
53,339 | 1,452 | 19 | 315 | 290 | Hm? inquired the Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose as she turned her head back to the sound of another one wanting to volunteer. She stared at the other magician with a blank expression as she turned to face him. Well I do need three for this particular and spectacular display of magic; this trick has various stages and to complete it as I said earlier I need three volunteers for this." spoke PN61A who was completely nonplussed to the situation of a mysterious figure showing up out of the blue.
This did mean that she'd have to save the vanishing tricks for later.
"I now have three volunteers. This is good. However..." PN61A motioned her head to side to side as she glanced towards the gentleman, then to Miki, then to Roxy. "I will need to have one of my volunteers to select a card from the deck. Any card will do." The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose kept the deck fanned out as she motioned it slowly in the direction of all three.
"Now then, who would like to be the first to pick the card from the deck?" PN61A inquired, before gesturing her staff at the new comer. The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen stared blankly at this individual for a short, but seemingly ludicrously long, time.
"Oh. Since we have a new volunteer, please state your name to the crowd and one fun fact about you." she quickly stared back at the audience, "And when they are done giving out their name and a fun fact about themselves, please demonstrate your support by applauding this new third assistant. You may applaud either vocally or physically. Allow me to demonstrate."
Instead of clapping both of her robotic hands together, she instead clapped against the forearm of her arm that currently held the cards. After showing this physical applaud, she then proceeded to add a vocal demonstration of applauding. "Woo. Woo." | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,340 | 1,452 | 20 | 2,512 | 294 | Roxy finally noticed the strange man with the pipe, but didn't really give it much thought since she didn't see him mysteriously appear. Whatever, just some old dude with a pipe Roxy thought. Of course, she did think it was maybe a little weird how he seemed to be standing on the opposite end from where the crowd was, but Roxy still didn't think much of it
When robot girl asked for a volunteer for a whole new trick, Roxy wasted no time responding. Before robot girl could even finish her sentence, Roxy immediately shouted "Me!!" as she quickly grabbed at the deck and swiped a card from the deck all in half a second | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,341 | 1,452 | 21 | 34 | 179 | Splendid. The man in the coat smiled as PN61A agreed to include him in the show. He listened intently as she instructed him further, requesting his name and a fact. At this point, the applicants were watching with mixed emotions shining through their eyes. They were battling between impatience and the desire to begin the task they were so desperate to complete; more so now then they were upon the start of their trek to Roontah. Now the man's eyes moved from PN61A and focused on the group of weary applicants. "Very well then." Removing his pipe from his lips, the man blew smoke from his mouth until a giant cloud formed above everyone.
"You can call me, Smokescreen. And as for a fact-I am the official examiner of this triennial Arc Academy Associate Test!"
Those who had left the crowd earlier now rejoined the group as they were made aware of the examiner's presence.
"It's about time." One of the applicants grumbled as he made his way to the front of the crowd, though he didn't seem particularly exhausted nor upset. Rather, he seemed like he was bored. He was also one of the first twelve to arrive at Roontah.
"I congratulate you all on finding this location. This was a rather difficult challenge." Smokescreen continued. "If it is not already evident by the difficulty of the preliminary requirement of locating and reaching the city of Roontah, I am reaffirming now that The Arc Academy Associate Test will be extremely challenging. The tasks before you will only become increasingly more dangerous. There is a chance that you may lose your life, though I hope we can complete this test without any deaths!" Smokescreen had a sincere smile on his face still, his warning of danger entirely honest and without exaggeration despite him being equally genuine about wishing for everyone to survive.
Kenric
Kenric felt a sense of relief, though it was short lived as it was overwhelmed with his eagerness to start the AAAT; his gradual build up of determination and whatever energy was left in him. This was the moment that he and everyone else had been waiting for. He wondered how longer the examiner had been there watching them though. Did he really appear when they saw him? Or had he been hiding the whole time? Did I get here too early or was he assessing the candidates after we all arrived? But then, if that were the case, that would mean that those who arrived while he was observing had arrived too late and failed. And he didn't mention anyone failing the test just yet.
Shifting his gaze from the examiner back to the girls, Kenric wondered how capable they would be as actual candidates. They seemed to be bustling with a good amount of energy still, Miki leaping over the crowd without any reservation. Roxy arrived a bit later but she was still shouting her lungs out and giving her full effort to tasks that had nothing to do with the AAAT. PN61A . . . well she obviously wasn't quite a normal human being. Kenric really didn't know what to expect from her. Considering them and the rest of the unique crowd that had gathered here, this test would be just as interesting as it was challenging. | Name: Kenric
Age: 18
Species: Human-Demon Halfling
Gender: Male
Element: Wood
Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything.
Appearance:
Level: Level 1
Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily.
Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly.
Equipment:
Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing.
Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have.
Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer
Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money.
Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power. |
53,342 | 1,452 | 22 | 973 | 880 | Miki was quite peeved when Roxy snatched her card-pulling duty from her. But when the mysterious man made his presence known to the three of them, that thought quickly passed away as he quickly pulled her attention. She was always like that; quick to forget her anger if something else came up.
Even at a glance, she could tell that there was something odd about the man. The way he carried himself didn't make him look like he was another participant. That hunch was soon proven to be true when he announced himself to be the examiner of the test, a fact that took Miki quite by surprise even though she already knew he was something different.
He then congratulated them for being able to reach this place. She had to agree with his comment about it being not an easy task. It wasn't only the heat that challenged her. There were also some unruly creatures lurking in the sand that she had to beat by kicking them really hard in the head. One of them even dared to grab her feet, something it quickly regretted as she quickly did her spin to break free, ripping apart its grabbing tongue in the process.
It was nothing she couldn't handle though. Her grandpa would laugh if she had difficulties fighting againts monsters that weak. They couldn't even use qi, which made a skilled qi user like her far beyond their level.
She was lucky she didn't catch any sandstorm though. Even if she could stay on her feet thanks to her qi ability, her vision would still be limited and she might become lost as a result. She wasn't particularly learned in the arts of trekking through the desert so it would be terribly difficult for her to get to the test site if she strayed from the common path.
And besides, she would hate having sands inside her clothes. It wasn't like she could just strip naked and clean them out here, not with so many people around.
She looked at the examiner expectantly. She was getting excited for the test, as well as some other contestants in the crowd who were already getting bored from the wait. | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,343 | 1,452 | 23 | 2,512 | 294 | Roxy immediately began to pay attention as the old man started getting everyone's attention in the crowd. At first she was annoyed by the fact that he was distracting from the show, but once she started hearing him explain that he was one of the people from the AAAT, her attitude changed and she began getting excited
Hearing the old man's words and warnings about how the test was extremely difficult and dangerous only served to hype Roxy up about the test even more than she already was. This test sounded like the most exciting thing she would ever do, and the thought of which got Roxy pumped up like crazy. Unable to hold in all her excitement, she leaped up in the air and let out an enthusiastic shout. "Challenge accepted! Bring it on old man, I can take ANYTHING this test can throw at me!!" Roxy shouted at the old man, as loud as ever | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,344 | 1,452 | 24 | 315 | 290 | Well PN61A knew when it was time to cut a performance quick. With a slow and steady series of exaggerated goosesteps she headed toward Roxy and plucked the card she procured from her. The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose returned it back into her deck and performed an elaborate shuffle. Once the cards were shuffled again, she returned them back into her pouch.
The robot then spun around and focused her attention on the magician who referred to himself by his stage name. She began to clank her robotic hands together, "Woo. Let us have a round of applause for the individual who did not quite act as an assistant to the performance, but notified us that he is the individual starting this exam."
And with a few more claps, the robot finished and held her staff aloft. Thrusting the staff in the directions of the ruins PN61A spoke again, "I implore you all to remember the beginning of my introduction. Be glad that I will succeed in this regardless of whether or not you all succeed here." | Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose
Age: 14
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Metal
Primary Qi: Metal
Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is.
Level: 1
Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things.
At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes.
Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz)
Witch Staff
Mechanical Body
Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist
Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose.
One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed.
Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is.
Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar. |
53,345 | 1,452 | 25 | 34 | 179 | Smokescreen raised his chin as his eyes peered down on Roxy, shouting at him and calling him an old man. Though he was an older gentleman, he certainly was not considered an elder. But he withheld any comment as the young girl so boldly declared she would handle absolutely any challenge thrown her way. It took much confidence to say such a thing, but then, someone her age should not be here as things were . . . His eyes then traveled and rested on the hands of PN61A, watching as she gathered her cards and returned them to her pouch. Another young candidate, although, with her obvious unique circumstances. This would be quite the test this time around. No one applauded as PN61A prompted, but rather they watched as fire ignited in many of the applicants eyes, ready for the moment they had all been waiting for.
"It is heartening to see that there will be such eager participants applying to The Arc Academy in this triennial event! Now that my introduction is out of the way, let us officially begin the first stage of The Arc Academy Associate Test! The test, as I said, will become more and more difficult. The challenges will vary in objective and require various skills to be completed." Extending his arms out on either side, Smokescreen smiled once again. "The first stage is something I am sure you will all be grateful to complete. Not just to advance on to Stage Two of the AAAT, but to have the strength to do so as well. Yes, the first stage will be to explore this old town of Roontah and find some . . . water!" Pausing for a brief moment Smokescreen let his comment sit with the crowd of applicants, though he knew it would take but a fraction of a second for mostly everyone to immediately become even more motivated than they were before. With everyone fighting dehydration, completing this task was not only essential for the test but survival. However, Smokescreen had more to add.
"While both the prerequisite and actual AAAT must be of such difficulty in order to prove one's worth to The Academy, your death is not the goal. If you feel you cannot continue in your current state, I congratulate you now on the task you have already completed and would say train harder-train harder so that you may have the opportunity to try again in another three year or six years should you find the AAAT location again. That would be a much wiser choice than needlessly harming yourself or risking your life when not ready for the challenge at hand. If that is your current circumstance, have no fear, as I shall provide you with hydration and be sure you are better suited to find your way back to civilization. Once Stage One of the AAAT begins, I will not be able to intervene however." Smokescreen lowered his arms and angled his body so that he could view Roontah as well. "When Stage One is complete, whether all applicants have succeeded and/or failed, or the designated time of two hours has passed, I will be able to once again provide you with hydration and direction. But until Stage One is complete I can not assist you, even should you be on the verge of death. With that in mind, please go ahead and make your choice. Should you decide to proceed with The Arc Academy Associate Test, know that the objective of finding water can be accomplished by everyone present, however the chance of this occurring is rather low. With that in mind, should you wish to continue please follow me to the entrance of Roontah! All others, please remain here and I shall return once the AAAT has begun."
Finishing his speech and warning, Smokescreen began walking towards Roontah. Many of the applicants immediately followed, but fourteen of the crowd remained; unable to move due to dehydration or realizing that the test would be too challenging for them to pass. Smokescreen led the able applicants up the steps and together they all entered Roontah. The buildings, though ancient and beaten by vicious sandstorms for generations, looked unusual here in the vast desert. There was no rubble or threat to the structure of the buildings. In fact, as Roontah was built into the side and quite literally underneath a cliff, there was shade over the village now thanks to the Sun's position. It was still a very different scene today, but it was somewhat more believable that people actually lived here at one point in time.
"Now then." Smokescreen turned to face the applicants again. "It seems there are now fourteen less than the seventy two that were originally here. So that makes fifty eight applicants to The Arc Academy! That being said, as stated before, your objective for Stage One is to locate water. There is enough water to replenish you all, and it will be hidden throughout Roontah the moment Stage One begins. The water can be anywhere, and will rely upon your intuition to be found. And so, I wish you the best of luck. Let Stage One of The Arc Academy begin!"
The applicants took a moment to process what Smokescreen had said, puzzled looks on their faces as they were taken a back by the vague instruction they were given. But then the realization of what had been said sunk in, that this was the challenge they had to complete and that there was water there within the town. It was then that the applicant with a blue coat and small lute bounded forward and into the neat and tightly placed arrangement of stone buildings. Directly behind him were the rest of the applicants, creating a stampede of eager and thirsty competitors that all wanted to be the first to drink the hidden water.
Speed would not be the determining factor of this event however, as they would all soon learn . . .
The time frame to complete the task of finding water was two hours. The town, though not as large as modern cities, still had a good number of buildings to explore. It's rooftops also grew in height as the town elevated the closer it was to the cliff side. This meant there were different levels of the town. In addition, though the homes were ancient the participants would soon learn that inside the homes were various pots, crates, and other places of storage the water could be stored. There were even stairs that led to lower depths within the home, creating dark basements. With little instruction besides finding water that could be located anywhere within Roontah, this task would not be so simple. One was not going to find water simply lying around or inside the first pot they reached in. | Name: Kenric
Age: 18
Species: Human-Demon Halfling
Gender: Male
Element: Wood
Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything.
Appearance:
Level: Level 1
Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily.
Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly.
Equipment:
Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing.
Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have.
Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer
Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money.
Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power. |
53,346 | 1,452 | 26 | 973 | 880 | Miki could barely contain her excitement as Smokescreen--she didn't know why the old man would choose such a name--explained what they would be doing for the first test. Finding water? This should be a cinch! She had intended to do that anyways as she really was quite thirsty after all that walking through the desert. She didn't understand why he would even give the option to give up for an easy task like this! She certainly would never do that after all the things she had to do to get here!
So imagine her surprise when she saw fourteen of the other applicants gave up, not following Smokescreen into Roontah. Due to her naivety, she didn't know that some, if not most of the applicants couldn't use qi at all, so they didn't have the qi-enhanced stamina that she had. Even though her mastery of qi was only on the level of a basic user, it already gave her quite an edge over non-qi users.
As the test began, some of the remaining applicants rushed forward into the city, as if it was a race to see who would find water first, even though Smokescreen already said there would be enough water for all of them. Maybe they were just that thirsty, she thought. She was thirsty too, of course, but not that much that she would rush in to find water as fast as she could. Besides, she knew better than to spend her energy wastefully. She figured this would be less of a speed contest and more of an endurance contest. She just had to endure searching for some water all through this large ruined city.
...On second thought, maybe this test wasn't so easy after all.
Miki shook her head, throwing away the negative thought from her head. Her grandfather would scold her if she thought a simple task like this was hard. It was simply a searching mission. It wasn't anything combat related. Even an ordinary person could do it.
She started her search by jumping roofs to roofs towards the highest point of the city. She could jump really, really well so might as well use it. She could at least gauge just how big this city really was. | Name: Miki Melbourne
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of.
Level: Level 1
Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire.
Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off.
Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her.
Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her. |
53,347 | 1,452 | 27 | 2,512 | 294 | Roxy listened intently at the old man's directions, and nodded in understanding. So, all she had to do was find some water? That should be easy! Once the old man finished instructing everyone, Roxy immediately gave a thumbs up in response. "You got it old man, I'm gonna find as much water as I can!" Roxy said with confidence and stepped forward towards the open desert area
Suddenly however, as Roxy started taking her first few steps, the thought of finding the water started making her think of water in general, specifically how she had run out of water on her way here. She hadn't really been thinking about that since she got here, she was too wrapped up in the excitement of the AAAT. Now that it was brought to her mind, Roxy suddenly became uncomfortably aware of how blisteringly hot she was and how much energy she had been exerting this whole time. So hot. So tired. Roxy's steps gradually went from energetic to weak, and she only made it a few more steps before pathetically collapsing on the ground. "Sooo...hooooot...soooo...tiiiiired..." Roxy whined weakly | Name: Roxy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat
Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her
Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary
Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect
Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans
Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1)
Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice
Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire
Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies
Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster!
Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular
Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT
Extra: She really likes to eat a lot
Also, character theme just for fun |
53,348 | 1,453 | 0 | 434 | 968 | Ruins of Las Vegas
Amy Zander, looked down at the mystical hammer that she held in her hand and shook her head slowly as she looked around the devastated landscape. Las Vegas had been destroyed in a power struggle a few years back between a minor Warlord and one of the more powerful Villains and as result had been left alone for quite awhile by the majority of the warring villains.
"If only you could give me guidance. You gave me the strength to fight back but yet I still have no idea of how to use your full power." She said quietly as Mjolnir thrummed with power. She had learned how to create storms with the mystical asgardian weapon that had once belonged to the mighty hero known as Thor. She had great strength, super-human endurance and other abilities such as flight that had been granted to her by the mystical weapon.
But she didn't know how to use it's full power. She knew enough to defend herself using it's abilities but from the legends she had heard of others who had been around during the Age of heroes and the footage she had seen from underground sources had shown Thor was much more used to controlling the power Mjolnir contained. After seeing what Thor could do with the hammer she had realized she was only using a fraction of it's power.
"I guess it's always going to be like this. Always being on the run never getting a chance to go on the offensive." She muttered to herself quietly as she headed back to her small hideout among the debris. | Real name: Amy Zander
Hero Name: Thorana
Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor.
Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color.
History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight.
Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: :Mjolnir |
53,349 | 1,453 | 1 | 2,002 | 2,688 | Ton watched out over Las Vegas or what used to be Las Vegas. He had been here ever since he escaped from the lab he was born in and had enjoyed being alive even though he had no idea what to do with his new found consciousness. He could still hear the one known as Patrick yelling and swearing from the reaches of his mind but he ignored him due to him just not likening him. Ton was sitting on a building that managed to stay up after what looked like a battle that had taken place so either ago.
Ton, after watching the horizon for a while, leapt off the building with a loud crumbling sound of part of the building breaking away as he left. He landed near the ruins of what once was a casino but now appeared to be nothing but rumble. Ton walked over to a few suspiciously placed toppled over walls and moved them to reveal a basement with a vault door which he had been living in for his short life. He opened the door with the pull of his finger and went inside but not before covering up the hole that lead down into the basement. He closed the vault door and payed where money was once kept but now there was nothing more than a few lock boxes and a dead body. He then payed down on the cold floor and stared up at the ceiling. | Reposted!
Real name: Patrick Raggenford
Hero Name: Ton
Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet.
Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short.
Hulk form:
Human form:
History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves.
Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding.
Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant.
Affiliation: Hero/Thug
Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy. |
53,350 | 1,453 | 2 | 1,987 | 4,572 | Mackenzie McDowell - Ruins of Las Vegas
A low buzzing noise echoed throughout the ruins as a vespa pulled up at the outskirts. Sitting atop the red machine was a girl in her late teens, one who didn't seem to be wearing a helmet or any kind of protective gear. Not that she would even if she needed it; after all, if the choice came between a helmet and her hat, the hat would win every time.
So it was a good thing that she didn't actually need any protection. One of the perks of being completely invulnerable, really, but not nearly as welcome as the ability to walk through even a blasted out wreck like Vegas without any fear; after all, if she was attacked by anyone, what was the worst they could do to her? She couldn't be hurt. It wasn't like she was ever in any real danger.
"Meh, at least it's quiet..." Not much really happened in Vegas after the incident, after all. It would be a good place to lay low and make some plans. ...Well, more plans than just 'waltz up to the bad guys and bash their faces in', at least. Revving up the vespa again, Mackenzie McDowell drove past the scorched 'Welcome to Las Vegas' sign, mentally noting that it didn't look so 'fabulous' anymore. As she drove on, she wondered how the old gang were doing... Then again, they were tough kids. They could look after themselves. They'd even fought Dr. Doom once! Kind of. Sort of. Not really. It was a Doombot. But then it's always a Doombot. She'd started taking a mental note of how many times she'd heard people claim they'd fought, beaten and/or killed Dr. Doom, since every other person she met seemed to do so. By this point she was starting to wonder if Victor von Doom ever actually existed, or if he was nothing but a group of robots all claiming to be the same person. Maybe he was like Ultron...
...Scratch that, no way he was like Ultron. She'd been somewhere Ultron had attacked and... Well, she didn't like to think about that, since she liked sleeping peacefully.
"...Good enough place to set up camp, I guess." The casino seemed to be mostly intact, and she liked having a roof over her head. And again, if there was anyone lying in wait inside it wasn't like they could do anything to her. Propping the vespa up against a broken slot machine, she stretched her arms to the sky and moaned. Invulnerable or not, driving for that long would make anyone feel stiff.
"So this is Sin City, huh..." she thought aloud. It was a bad habit, sure, but no-one ever seemed to call her out on it. "Well, I'm in a gambling mood... And somehow I feel like my luck's about to change for the better, heheh."
After all, didn't Vegas also used to be called The City of Second Chances? It was well past time for this world to get a second chance. | Reposting this here!
• Real name: Mackenzie McDowell
• Hero Name: TBA. Will probably come up with one during the RP.
• Age: 17
• Powers: Mackenzie is a mutant, and was born with the power of invulnerability. It is practically impossible to hurt her, and pretty much any attack on her will cause no damage whatsoever. She is immune to disease and radiation, and her invulnerable brain is also unable to be affected by mental interference, mind control or telepathy. Her primary weaknesses are that she still needs to breathe and eat to survive, but there is also the fact that this is her only power. Whilst her strength does seem a little disproportionate for her build, this is solely because her body does not need to hold back to stop itself from being damaged, and it is still within human levels. In addition, she possesses no anchoring abilities, and powerful blows will send her flying like a ragdoll.
• Appearance: Fixed up and coloured but in need of shading. She's roughly 5'8".
• History: It's not really uncommon for a child to grow up not knowing their parents anymore, not in this day and age. Mackenzie's parents died when she was young, although whether it was from natural causes, failing to cope with the harsh life they had to live under such oppressive rule or even if they were murdered is something she can't remember. However, this never really bothered her, as even though she never knew her parents she was always surrounded by those who cared for her. For as long as she can remember, Mackenzie has been part of a group of mutant orphans and runaways calling themselves the "X-Gang" after the legendary X-Men of old. And as she grew up, she and her friends looked out for each other, surviving as best they could on the lawless streets. Even though times were tough and they faced persecution not only for being street rats but for the simple fact that they were mutants, they always stuck together and clinged to the hope that one day, things would be better. One day, maybe, the dream of the late Charles Xavier would come to pass, that mutants and regular humans could co-exist peacefully... But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, not as long as the supervillains ran the world. Eventually, Mackenzie couldn't take it anymore and decided to take things into her own hands. Leaving the X-Gang in the care of her best and most trusted friends, she headed off with nothing but the clothes on her back and the lucky baseball bat that was her only memento of her parents and embarked on her quest: to seek out evil and bash its face in as hard as she could.
• Personality: Hotblooded, restless and unwilling to show fear of anything. Mackenzie is very enthusiastic about fighting, although this mostly stems from a want to prove that she is strong rather than any real malice. As she also possesses a strong sense of justice, this often means she gets into fights with those serving the rulers of this world; something she has absolutely no problem with. Despite her fight-happy ways and the fact that she looks like a delinquent, Mackenzie is actually a very pleasant, friendly person, albeit a bit rough around the edges. Once she decides you are her friend, she will fight as hard as she can to protect you.
• Affiliation: Hero
• Equipment: Mackenzie carries around with her a battered aluminium baseball bat, which she uses as her primary weapon. Whilst it has no real supernatural powers, she considers it to be her lucky bat. |
53,351 | 1,453 | 3 | 45 | 181 | ((Idk where exactly but they're in the closest populated city to the ruins))
Sunlight streamed in from the windows near the ceiling and crawled across the floor until it hit the mattress that had been clumsily thrown into the corner. The light peeked into Cat's eyes, pulling them open a smudge and then invading. She growled and turned, squeezing her eyes closed against it and burying her face into the nearest thing. Right now, as per the usual, that was Izzy's shoulder. But even that didn't stop the persistent light, which at this point of the day couldn't be stopped. The sun was high in the sky, and it was past time for them to rejoin reality.
With great effort, Cat pulled herself up and off of Izzy's chest. He'd be up within seconds of her leaving, she was sure, and he'd probably be starving just as badly as she was. She slowly padded over to their collection of food. By now, it was many more old boxes of food than actual food. They took whatever leftovers they had when they ate home, though there usually weren't many. They'd have to go out soon.
Sniffing out a few bits, she grabbed the box in her teeth and trotted back to Izzy, setting the box down next to him and fixing him with a look. As an orange tabby cat, it probably just looked like her usual cat face. As a human, it would have meant a lot more - something along the lines of "have some of this and we'll go out." She grabbed about half of the food and ate it in the odd way of chewing and dropping and hacking and chewing again cats had of eating. | Real Current Name: Cat
*Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out.
Hero Name: Shift
Age: 23
Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form
Powers:
Cat can shape-shift, both into other people and animals. When she touches someone or some animal, she gains the ability to physically transform into them. She appears exactly the way they looked the last time she touched them (including clothing, personal belongings touching their person, and hygiene), and her voice also changes to match theirs. If they have any physical ailments or injuries, those also appear and affect her while she's in their form. If she shifts into a supernatural being with a physical-oriented power she can access it, but it takes a massive amount of energy that would result in immediate unconsciousness and she therefore rarely uses it. She doesn't need any energy to stay in a certain form, but it takes energy to shift between them. The bigger the form, the more energy it takes going into it. Due to that, she's usually tired and hungry and takes naps often.
She's also trained in basic combat and covert operations.
Appearance:
Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven.
*Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them.
History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy.
She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her.
But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching.
One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since.
Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife.
Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family. |
53,352 | 1,453 | 4 | 1,549 | 1,549 | The sun didn't bother Izzy. He could sleep all day if given the chance. However, the sudden empty, cold spot next to him was what woke him. He cracked his eyes open hesitantly and pondered on turning over and going back to sleep. Who ever heard of getting up before noon? However, he managed to fight the urge as he watched Cat cross the room and dig out some food.
He smiled as she brought some over to him and dropped it down, looking at him expectantly. "Hey Kitty Cat," He said, his voice groggy. He reached an arm out to pet her head. Slowly, Izzy sat up. He picked up the box of -what were these? Cheez-Its?- and began to munch. They were most definitely stale. They'd have to go grocery shopping soon. And by shopping, he meant stealing. These days, you did what you had to do.
Izzy mindlessly crunched on the old cheese crackers until he reached in and found none left. He looked down in the box, then tilted it back to scarf up the crumbs. "Breakfast of the champions, huh, sis?" He said as he looked down at her, cheese crumbs all over his face. How does a person get crumbs on their forehead?
Izzy stood up and stretched towards the ceiling. He was tall enough that his fingers almost scraped it. He then relaxed, rearranged himself, and went looked for a shirt to put on. | Real name: Isaiah "Izzy" Toman
Hero Name: Gear
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Izzy is laid back, kind natured, and maybe even a bit gullible. He gets along easily with most anyone. He's often taken for an idiot, mostly because of how he talks or the way he act, but he's actually pretty smart. He has a natural knack for computers and other machines, and he's a fast learner. Izzy has a photographic memory. Everything he reads, sees, and learns just sticks. This can also be a disadvantaged; there are some things he'd rather forget.
Powers: Izzy is electrokinetic and a technopath. He can understand/control machines just by being near them or touching them. He can also create electricity, although it's not very powerful. The most he can do with it is maybe tase someone with it, or jumpstart a car if he needed to.
If given a larger, more powerful source, Izzy's electrical powers can be amplified. (He may or may not make some sort of power pack for this purpose later on)
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: None at the moment.
Appearance: Izzy is tall with a lean build, standing at 6'3". He has a pale, freckled skin, brown hair that's half in dreads, half loose, and blue eyes. His right arm has a tattoo sleeve of shapes and designs. He may or may not have other tattoos.
History: Izzy's parents passed away in a car accident when he was fairy young. He was left in the custody of his uncle for most of his childhood. His uncle was didn't have kids of his own, and honestly had no business raising one. Izzy tolerated abuse from him until he finished highschool and left as soon as he could.
Izzy was smart, sure, but he wasn't good at making other people realize that. It was hard for him to act professional enough to keep a job. He was lazy, irresponsible, and didn't respond well to orders. Soon enough, he found himself jobless and out of money. Izzy landed on the street with no one to blame but himself. Still, given his optimism, he made the best of it. After a couple years of loneliness, he made himself a friend, Cat, who was also down on her luck and homeless.
The two are currently still hobos. (assuming the team hasn't formed yet) |
53,353 | 1,453 | 5 | 434 | 968 | Amy looked around the small home she had made out of the debris and noticed something that was troubling her. She was nearly out of food which in itself was odd because she had managed to find some canned food the other day in the ruins of an old grocery store but she had seen it on a shelf before she went to bed last night. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday which meant that something had run off with her food again.
It wasn't an uncommon occurrence but it was extremely irritating.
She grabbed Mjolnir and slowly opened the door and scanned her surroundings to make sure that there wasn't anything waiting to kill her. As she headed out she gripped the hammer tightly in her left hand as she looked to the left and right but for some reason today, she didn't look up.
Mjolnir's warning to her was the only thing that saved her life.
"Well, look what we've got here boys!" Came the chuckle from above her and louder laughter joined the first set of laughter. Amy quickly turned around and backed up as she saw three figures with black leather coats and flaming skulls. "Some woman who thinks a toy hammer can save her." Amy backed away as more laughter ensued.
Ghost Riders. Idiots who sold their souls for power. She thought as she gripped Mjolnir in both hands in front of her. The lead Ghost Rider leered at her. "Looks like this one has some fight in her." He chuckled as Amy shifted Mjolnir to her left hand and extended her hand towards the sky. A large storm cloud began to form above them and the Ghost Riders began to advance on her as they pulled flaming chains off their backs.
"Last chance." Amy said quietly. "Back off."
"I don't think so little girl. Light shows and crap like that won't scare us off." He leered as he began to swing the chain around and around until it was a flaming circle above his head.
Okay...three Ghost Riders. Don't know if I can handle three at once. She thought as a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky and enveloped her body in light. | Real name: Amy Zander
Hero Name: Thorana
Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor.
Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color.
History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight.
Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: :Mjolnir |
53,354 | 1,453 | 6 | 2,002 | 2,688 | As Ton layed there he heard somthing that sounded like talking way off. It was very faint and could have been the wnd but it also could have been someone coming to hunt him down. Without any warning Ton shot out of his hiding spot as he broke through the roof of his 'home' and leapt a fair way away to where he could see some clouds and a few flaming skilled men. Ton began to run over as fast as he could not even stoping for the enormous lighting strike near to them. Ton jumped at the flaming men and let out a loud deep yell as he attempted to crush one of them.
Ton had a strong dislike for the flaming headed men. He has seen a few before but he had never had to fight one let alone three of them before. A few flaming headed men had tried to kill him a while ago and he's hated them ever since. As he was about to land on one of them he noticed where the lighting had struck was a woman with a weird hammer in her hand which fascinated him. | Reposted!
Real name: Patrick Raggenford
Hero Name: Ton
Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet.
Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short.
Hulk form:
Human form:
History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves.
Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding.
Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant.
Affiliation: Hero/Thug
Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy. |
53,355 | 1,453 | 7 | 45 | 181 | Per pushed back against his hand, a purr starting in her throat. God, that felt good. She sat and watched him eat - messy as ever - and when he spoke, she made a noise equivalent to that of a human's snort. He rose to stretch and so did she, extending out her arms and legs and twisting her back. She paused briefly, not without enjoyment, to watch her adjust himself, and then finish moving around her neck. Curling up as a cat was nice, but it tended to leave some kinks in her when she shifted. Izzy went to go find some clothes and Cat padded out into the middle of the room, away from everything else, and shifted.
It was brief and uneventful, as usual, and over within seconds. Shifting itself wasn't hard at all. She just thought, and pushed, and there the next body was. But god, it took something out of her. Her stomach growled loudly, and for a moment she had trouble keeping her eyes open. When she was well-fed, it usually wasn't this bad. But it had been a while since they had sat down and had a real meal, and Cat was running on little to nothing. She raised up her hands and rubbed her eyes, cracked her back, and then sighed. Time to get moving.
--
The restaurant wasn't busy, but wasn't empty either. Just what they needed. Cat checked her pockets - only to find they were empty - and groaned lightly. She'd have to shift again. And she'd be even worse off. She turned to Izzy, "Go get us a table, I'll be right there." She gave him a brief smile, and then turned to look down the street to look for people.
Child, child, mother, hobo, frantic father....there, business man. Ooo, business woman! Average height, blonde hair, pale skin. Nice suit on and a large purse - just what she wanted. Cat set off, pushing through people and trying not to touch anyone's skin. She reached the woman and knocked into her shoulder, her fingers sliding against the woman's wrist. The woman, speaking sternly into the phone, took a step back and gave Cat a look that could kill, but she said nothing. Cat didn't give her a second glance, and kept moving down the street. She hit an alleyway and turned into it. After checking no one else was hiding out there, she took a deep breath and shifted.
By now, her stomach felt like it was about to climb up her throat and bite her for not feeding it. Another wave of exhaustion passed over her, but she fought it off. Her new, more delicate hands, dug through the purse now on her shoulder until it found the woman's wallet. She pulled it open, saw a flash of bills and cards, and grinned. The wallet went back in the bag and the bag back on her shoulders, and she made her way back to Izzy. | Real Current Name: Cat
*Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out.
Hero Name: Shift
Age: 23
Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form
Powers:
Cat can shape-shift, both into other people and animals. When she touches someone or some animal, she gains the ability to physically transform into them. She appears exactly the way they looked the last time she touched them (including clothing, personal belongings touching their person, and hygiene), and her voice also changes to match theirs. If they have any physical ailments or injuries, those also appear and affect her while she's in their form. If she shifts into a supernatural being with a physical-oriented power she can access it, but it takes a massive amount of energy that would result in immediate unconsciousness and she therefore rarely uses it. She doesn't need any energy to stay in a certain form, but it takes energy to shift between them. The bigger the form, the more energy it takes going into it. Due to that, she's usually tired and hungry and takes naps often.
She's also trained in basic combat and covert operations.
Appearance:
Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven.
*Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them.
History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy.
She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her.
But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching.
One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since.
Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife.
Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family. |
53,356 | 1,453 | 8 | 434 | 968 | Let's do this! Amy thought to herself as the lightning enveloped her. Armor appeared on her body as she felt the power of Mjolnir flow through her. As the lightning finally faded she saw something that gave her a moment's hesitation.
Is that the hulk? She wondered to herself for a moment as two of the Ghost Riders turned and advanced on what she thought was the Hulk and raised the flaming chains above their heads and began to strike the Hulk-like creature with the flaming chains while the lead Ghost Rider's flaming chain seemed to circle her with what seemed to be a life of it's own and struck her newly formed leg armor to no great effect.
"I warned you." She said quietly as she began to rapidly spin the hammer faster and faster until it was a blur. | Real name: Amy Zander
Hero Name: Thorana
Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor.
Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color.
History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight.
Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: :Mjolnir |
53,357 | 1,453 | 9 | 2,002 | 2,688 | Ton let out a roar of frustration and pain when he missed the flaming headed men and they began lashing at him with their flaming chains. Ton tried to block the lashes with his arm at first which just made his arm burn so he grabbed the chains as they lashed over his hand and yanked over one of the flaming men. He proceeded to boot the flaming man which sent him flying for miles.
The other one had taken the opportunity to whip his chain around tons neck and pull down. Ton tried to get a grasp on the chain around his neck but to no avail and he was still being pulled closer and closer to the ground as his knees gave out. Ton's head was now below the flaming skilled mans head who looked at him and laughed a bit. Suddenly Tons hand leapt from trying to grasp the chain and grasped around the flaming mans head. His hand burned from the intense heat of the creature but it soon began to cool down as Ton leached the heat of the flame out of the things skull. The flaming headed man began to scream and let go of his chain to try and pry Tons hand off. Ton gasped for breaths as he threw the no longer flaming headed man as far as he could. Ton was still recovering from the chain that was around his neck so he could not help out the woman who had been in the lighting. | Reposted!
Real name: Patrick Raggenford
Hero Name: Ton
Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet.
Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short.
Hulk form:
Human form:
History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves.
Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding.
Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant.
Affiliation: Hero/Thug
Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy. |
53,358 | 1,453 | 10 | 434 | 968 | Amy watched with wide eyes as the Hulk look-alike managed to dispatch two of the Ghost Riders with very little effort but it looked as if the chain that the last Ghost Rider had used had done a bit of damage.
"Little girl. You and your friend have just made a big mistake." The lead Ghost Rider growled as the chain suddenly slammed directly into her chest at high speeds. She was sent flying backwards but as she was sent flying she released the hammer which slammed into the Ghost Rider at speeds high enough to send him flying through layer after layer of the debris until he stopped suddenly.
He looked down and saw a sharp piece of debris sticking out through his chest as the flames went out around his skull. Amy shook off the pain for a moment as Mjolnir returned to her hand and she rushed over to the creature that resembled the hulk and tried to help him up.
"Are you alright?" She asked carefully. She wasn't sure if he was a hero but he had attacked the Ghost Riders so that meant that there had to be a bit of good in him. | Real name: Amy Zander
Hero Name: Thorana
Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor.
Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color.
History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight.
Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: :Mjolnir |
53,359 | 1,453 | 11 | 2,002 | 2,688 | Ton looked over to the side of him as he saw the lighting woman beat the last of the flaming men with her hammer. Ton nodded as he was asked if he was alright "you ok also?" Ton said as he got up. And looked around at the flaming man that the woman had beat. The mans fire was out now and there was something sticking out of his chest. As ton looked back over at the woman his eyes fell upon her hammer which seemed to wake up the one called Patrick from inside again "That's Thor's hammer! That thing must be worth... Well more than enough to keep us living a good life. If you can manage to take that thing we'll be ri-" ton heard this in his head but he cut Patrick off by yelling "NO!" which he then proceeded to grasp his head. | Reposted!
Real name: Patrick Raggenford
Hero Name: Ton
Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet.
Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short.
Hulk form:
Human form:
History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves.
Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding.
Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant.
Affiliation: Hero/Thug
Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy. |
53,360 | 1,453 | 12 | 1,549 | 1,549 | Izzy looked around for Cat as he stood by the restaurant door, looking every bit as poor and homeless as he was. When his eyes landed on the middle aged business woman, he grinned. He knew it was her instantly; the walk, the expression, the mannerisms. That was definitely his Kitty Cat.
"Hey sis," He said as she approached. "You ready for this shit? My stomach's grumbling like shit over here." His voice was was only a little rough, with a pleasant lilt in his voice that changed tones as it flowed from his mouth.
As they went inside, they received a few odd looks. A business woman and a hobo were almost guaranteed to. Perhaps they though she was just being kind by buying him lunch. A waiter showed them to their seat and took their drink orders; Izzy got a root beer, of course. He picked up the menu to look over it, his mind mostly unmade about what he wanted. Everything just looked so good.
"Hey Cat, if you get one of those sweet ass looking fettuccine plates and share it with me, I'll get the fried chicken and split it with you." He looked over at her with a grin. His eyes then landed on the desert menu, which made him light up even more. "Shit, they got a fucking lava cake, sis." | Real name: Isaiah "Izzy" Toman
Hero Name: Gear
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Izzy is laid back, kind natured, and maybe even a bit gullible. He gets along easily with most anyone. He's often taken for an idiot, mostly because of how he talks or the way he act, but he's actually pretty smart. He has a natural knack for computers and other machines, and he's a fast learner. Izzy has a photographic memory. Everything he reads, sees, and learns just sticks. This can also be a disadvantaged; there are some things he'd rather forget.
Powers: Izzy is electrokinetic and a technopath. He can understand/control machines just by being near them or touching them. He can also create electricity, although it's not very powerful. The most he can do with it is maybe tase someone with it, or jumpstart a car if he needed to.
If given a larger, more powerful source, Izzy's electrical powers can be amplified. (He may or may not make some sort of power pack for this purpose later on)
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: None at the moment.
Appearance: Izzy is tall with a lean build, standing at 6'3". He has a pale, freckled skin, brown hair that's half in dreads, half loose, and blue eyes. His right arm has a tattoo sleeve of shapes and designs. He may or may not have other tattoos.
History: Izzy's parents passed away in a car accident when he was fairy young. He was left in the custody of his uncle for most of his childhood. His uncle was didn't have kids of his own, and honestly had no business raising one. Izzy tolerated abuse from him until he finished highschool and left as soon as he could.
Izzy was smart, sure, but he wasn't good at making other people realize that. It was hard for him to act professional enough to keep a job. He was lazy, irresponsible, and didn't respond well to orders. Soon enough, he found himself jobless and out of money. Izzy landed on the street with no one to blame but himself. Still, given his optimism, he made the best of it. After a couple years of loneliness, he made himself a friend, Cat, who was also down on her luck and homeless.
The two are currently still hobos. (assuming the team hasn't formed yet) |
53,361 | 1,453 | 13 | 45 | 181 | Cat found him easily, sticking out like a sore thumb as always. How he recognized her no matter what her body confounded her, but he had yet to be unable to find her whenever she shifted. The waiter took them to their table and Cat sat, her stomach growling loudly. For a moment the thought of maintaining her classy appearance arose, but she ignored it. No one would know it was her simply by ordering chocolate milk, and she was used to the odd looks when she did something unmatching to her body. So the waiter took off to get one root beer and one chocolate milk, and Cat scanned the menu. Her eyes had just fallen on the fettuccine plate when Izzy spoke up, and Cat grinned widely. "Hell yeah, she responded. "We're definitely getting that, I feel like I could eat a horse right now. Plus," Cat leaned in, "we've got about ten credit cards and a hundred dollars in bills. Get anything you want," she told him.
She leaned back and the waiter came, taking their orders and leaving again. Cat pulled out the woman's wallet, pulling out the dollar bills and giving the majority of them over to Izzy. In case they got separated, he'd have something to keep him fed. She kept the credit cards, knowing anyone would doubt him if he handed one over. She put the wallet away and downed her milk, and then moved aside for the incoming plates of food. | Real Current Name: Cat
*Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out.
Hero Name: Shift
Age: 23
Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form
Powers:
Cat can shape-shift, both into other people and animals. When she touches someone or some animal, she gains the ability to physically transform into them. She appears exactly the way they looked the last time she touched them (including clothing, personal belongings touching their person, and hygiene), and her voice also changes to match theirs. If they have any physical ailments or injuries, those also appear and affect her while she's in their form. If she shifts into a supernatural being with a physical-oriented power she can access it, but it takes a massive amount of energy that would result in immediate unconsciousness and she therefore rarely uses it. She doesn't need any energy to stay in a certain form, but it takes energy to shift between them. The bigger the form, the more energy it takes going into it. Due to that, she's usually tired and hungry and takes naps often.
She's also trained in basic combat and covert operations.
Appearance:
Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven.
*Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them.
History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy.
She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her.
But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching.
One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since.
Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife.
Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family. |
53,362 | 1,453 | 14 | 434 | 968 | NO!
Amy looked up as Mjolnir emitted a sense of danger. The battle had attracted unwanted attention. They had to move. Now. "I'm sorry about this." She said quietly as she spun the hammer around and around faster and faster once again and aimed it at a wall of debris. "Hold still and do exactly as I tell you. We brought attention to ourselves when fighting the ghost riders and we need to lay low for a bit."
She unleashed a blast of lightning from the hammer and shielded the Hulk creature with her body as the wall of debris came down on them just as Mjolnir sensed incoming people.
"Don't make a sound."
She heard the sound of footsteps nearby and did he best not to make a sound as the footsteps drew closer.
"Looks like there was a hell of a fight here." One voice muttered. "There's a couple of bodies here. Looks like some of those Ghost Rider idiots finally turned on each other." Another voice said with a laugh.
"C'mon. The boss doesn't give a crap about the Ghost Riders, besides, we've got better things to do than pick up after them. Let's just get out of here and grab something to eat."
Amy listened carefully as the footsteps grew fainter and fainter and than the sound of an engine filled the area before fading away. She pushed enough of the debris off of them and got to her feet and extended her hand to the hulk creature.
"My name is Amy. Amy Zander. And you would be...?" | Real name: Amy Zander
Hero Name: Thorana
Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor.
Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color.
History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight.
Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: :Mjolnir |
53,363 | 1,453 | 15 | 2,002 | 2,688 | Ton was to distracted at first to notice the lighting woman talking to him but once she made the huge amount of rocks and debris come down on them Ton took his hands off his head as he heard the voices from topside. As the voices left and the lighting woman got them out she told him her name and extended her hand. Ton didn't know exactly what to do with his enormous hand but he did his best to shake her hand "I Ton." He said to Amy Zander. "How long you been out here?" He asked out of curiosity trying to drown out the sound of Patrick in his head. | Reposted!
Real name: Patrick Raggenford
Hero Name: Ton
Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet.
Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short.
Hulk form:
Human form:
History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves.
Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding.
Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant.
Affiliation: Hero/Thug
Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy. |
53,364 | 1,453 | 16 | 1,886 | 369 | Mantis boy buzzed from one roof top to another, He had just seen some stuff go down and he was trying to keep a low profile. He was not sure who all these powerful people where but knew that he didn't want any part of it. He had kept himself hidden pretty well while watching. He had seen more then one of them, hammer girl, huge lug, flame skull jerks. Tyler wasn't sure what to do anymore, he landed on the side of a crumbling building his hands and feet sticking to the vertical wall. He crawls up the a window and slides it open. He crawls inside the boarded up apartment that acted as his current hide out, it was small but worked well. The room was cluttered with empty canned food and supplies, a small bed rests in the corner. Tyler walks over to the bed, his bio armor is sucked back into his upper spine like melting wax slithering off his body. (Kind of like the Venum suit.) Tyler sighs, he was lonely and his head was a mess but that was life. He throws the handful of pecans he found on the bed along with the diet Pepsi he found buried under some rubble. "Woo hoo, diet soda!" Tyler thinks to himself. Tyler doesn't care for soda, he wises he had found something at least with a bit of vitamin c.
Tyler lays back on the bed thinking about where he should go next. | re posting this here.
Real name: Tyler Mcgraw (age: 22)
Hero Name: Mantis Boy
Powers: Tyler has an alien bio-tech chip/"artifact/paracitic creature" imbedded inside his brain. This gives him spider-man like strength, the ability to wall crawl, boosted adgility, slightly hightend sences (Vibration sence, inhanced eye sight. nothing to brag about) His bio-tech thow hidden away inside his brain can grow at a single thought to cover his whole body in the alien bio-tech. This armor can withstand harsh blows, bullets, blades to a certin extent. The armor can heal it self and Tyler if given enough time (around 10 min to heal the armor/ about a day to heal Tyler) The bio armor has some hidden weapons as well. A sharp katana like blade can be ejected from each hand (like wolverine only katana like blades. one for each hand.) He can also create sharp boomarang like projectiles from his wrist that can be thrown at enemys. If thrown properly thay can return to Tylers hand. The armor also has the capeability to pop out a pair of mantis like wings on his back, giving him the ability to glide from roof to roof, although the wings do not grant him full flight he can hover for a bit and glide from perch to perch, wings a buzzing.
History: Tyler was forcefully abducted by an evil alien race and implanted with a paracite that was sapose to make him into a super strong long lasting mindless slave/soilder who would always serve loyaly. This alien race had endless numbers of these slave warriors. Some worked the labor yards, some sent into battle to fight on behalf of this evil race. All abducted from diffent planets across the cosmos. As unlucky as Tyler was, haveing been abducted by aliens he was lucky in the fact that his implanted paracite is "lame". Meaning that it grants him all of the power of the soilders with out the mindlessness and without the need to follow the "master".
Tyler still able to think for him self manages to escape the mother ship and crash land back to earth. He vows to use his power to stop corruption and help the earth. He wants to take down the alien race that did this to him. Though he dosent know who they are or where they came from.
Personality: quick witted, goofy, lazy, free spirited young man with a dislike for law and corruption of goverment. He would give his friends the shirt off his back while not thinking twice about taking down an enemy.
Affiliation: Anti-heroish hero.
Equipment: Blades, boomerangs, bio armor. |
53,365 | 1,454 | 0 | 1,963 | 1,055 | It was the middle of Autumn, each coming day, the tree leaves browned and fell from their branches as the frigid wind swept past. It was raining tonight. The calm sound of droplets splashing onto the tiles of the balcony of a small apartment room. But there was nothing calm about the air that stilled in the room of a young man.
There were 4 men in the darkened apartment. Three wearing suits and one wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Two tall, broad shouldered, look-alikes stood beside a slightly shorter man. He looked very young. At least in his mid 20's. He looked like a mix between an Asian and a Caucasian. A half if you will. His thick black hair made his sharp, icy blue eyes stand out. The young man looked very calm, in contrast to the other young man who was backed up against a wall by the three other's sheer presence. "So, Mr.Stafford. Where is my money?" the blue-eyed man inquired with a slight smirk.
"I-I said I could get it to you by n-next month!" the blond responded in a panicked fashion. The man's smirk turned to a slight frown. "Cocaine is a very expensive commodity, my friend. And it looks like you've been using it rather than selling it." He paused as he slowly pulled out a silenced pistol from his inner jacket pocket, cocking the slide before pointing it at the blond man. "We're lucky that we didn't give you very much to sell. However we've already lost money trusting you with the trade. I'm sure this bullet is more valuable than your life right now."
Fear took hold of the cornered man, "P-Please! I-I-I beg you! I-I'll get you the money! I p-promise! Please don't kill me!" He panicked. It was natural. He was about to die after all. Stafford's thoughts ran wild, his life flashing before his eyes as his mind started to break down.
"Father's orders are absolute." he replied simply, his cold gaze piercing mercilessly into the fear stricken man.
Clack.....Thud.
A rather pitiful scene. Stafford's body slumped to the floor, the wall behind him painted with his blood. The blond's body lay still on the carpet as the blood ceaselessly poured from the hole in his skull.
He nodded to the two men that stood beside him as he put his pistol away. Their job was done. Onto the next one. And with that, they slowly made their way to the apartment door. | Full Name
Yuuma Markovic
Nickname
"Yuu" or "Young Boss"
Birth Date
April, 24
Age
23
Zodiac Symbol
Taurus
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
"I'm human, but people like to think otherwise."
In Depth Appearance
He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars.
He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like.
TRAITS
Quirks | Habits | Oddities
He likes classical music and that's about it.
Has a habit of double checking that things are locked
He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket
Hobbies | Talents
He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts.
Likes
Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food
Dislikes
Loud people/Spicy food/
Fears
Disappointing his father/Being cast aside
Personality
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary.
He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities.
He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business".
HISTORY
History
Will be revealed via RP
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time. |
53,366 | 1,454 | 1 | 2,257 | 1,563 | The sound of boot heels clicks almost silently down the hall way of the building. The smell of liquor and Autumn drifted along with the body. Rain barely drenched the soft waves of her hair a soaked umbrella hung by the side of a satchel type purse. Clad with an envelope marked belated birthday with a name seemly faded from what would be seen.
It didn't seem hard to figure this wasn't a business call for the lady. She was dressed in leather. Her jacket complimenting the black tank and baggy jeans. A large belt wrapped around her waist. Keeping her jeans to stay on the small waist that accompanied the body. Her boots traveled half way up her thighs keeping the jeans from straying to much.
Knock. Knock.
Her fist hit the door of the apartment Accompanied by her lazily checking her watch. He should have known she was coming. Did she even get the right door? They all looked so similar, he probably confused the number on his door. Stupid addict. She was only doing this because surviving family wanted her to check up on him.
" Hell If you don't open the door. I'm leaving and telling Auntie your dead. "She would say leaning against the wall sticking a match stick in her mouth. The end having been smothered by the rain. If anything she wanted to return too work but that wouldn't be open until later that day. Black-ish hair puffed about her face in as she growled in a frustrated tone. | Full Name
Viviana Ashiona
Nickname
"Vivi"
Birth Date
March, 30
Age
22
Zodiac Symbol
Aries
Gender
" Do I look like a idiot? Female."
Sexuality
"Heterosexual blgehhh"
Race
" Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human
In Depth Appearance
She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say.
She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off.
TRAITS
Quriks | Habits | Oddities
She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple.
She enjoys rock but not Metal
Classical music but not Blues
She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small.
She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons.
Hobbies | Talents
She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect.
Likes
Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music
Dislikes
Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/
Fears
Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/...
Personality-W.I.P
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome.
HISTORY
History
TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone.
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
She isn't one for smoke or drugs. |
53,367 | 1,454 | 2 | 1,963 | 1,055 | As the three men made their way toward the door..
Knock. Knock.
To answer the door, or not to. Those were the only two choices that wouldn't end in another bullet being wasted. However, they were under a schedule. The blue eyed man glanced at his watch. They'd already wasted 2 minutes in silence after killing the drug addict. They couldn't afford to waste any time waiting for this woman to leave. He turned his head slightly to one of the taller men, nodding slightly, "Capture." He ordered simply. One of the men produced a small handkerchief from his inner pocket. The smell of chloroform was strong. The other brought out a longer rag and a small cloth bag.
The paced toward the door in unison, unlocking it and swinging it open with minimal effort. They pulled the woman into the room hastily before closing the door again. The man with the handkerchief pressed it firmly against the woman's face, covering her nose and mouth whilst his other arm wrapped around her, preventing any movement. Anything she tried to say would be muffled by the pressure of the man's hand and the fabric he held.
Unintentionally, she was held in such a way that allowed her clear view of the dead body and the icy blue, menacing gaze of another man that stood nearby. It wasn't long before she passed out from the chloroform. The other man tied the longer cloth around her mouth like a gag before putting the cloth bag over her head.
The man holding onto her hefted her over his broad shoulder before they all moved out.
-----
Several hours had passed, the woman would awaken in a small room. The walls were a dull gray, cracks of age were visible all around it, there were quite a few bullet holes in the ceiling too. A few light bulbs lit the room, but it wasn't very bright. The woman would noticed that she was tied to a chair and surrounded by a few older men who would be easily identified as 'thugs' or 'gangsters', their attire very sloppy and casual. The smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air as some of them had decided to smoke.
"Didn't the boss say not to smoke down here?" One of them muttered, which was given a very nonchalant response, "Aah who cares, he's not even here right now." As disobedient as always. | Full Name
Yuuma Markovic
Nickname
"Yuu" or "Young Boss"
Birth Date
April, 24
Age
23
Zodiac Symbol
Taurus
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
"I'm human, but people like to think otherwise."
In Depth Appearance
He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars.
He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like.
TRAITS
Quirks | Habits | Oddities
He likes classical music and that's about it.
Has a habit of double checking that things are locked
He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket
Hobbies | Talents
He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts.
Likes
Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food
Dislikes
Loud people/Spicy food/
Fears
Disappointing his father/Being cast aside
Personality
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary.
He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities.
He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business".
HISTORY
History
Will be revealed via RP
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time. |
53,368 | 1,454 | 3 | 2,257 | 1,563 | She seems obedient in being dragged into the room. Not screaming as a hand and cloth was over her face. She had been in this situation seemly before. Her legs kicking back in unison towards the man her legs bending back to try and hit him. The smell of chloroform becoming very strong. . Her own blue eyes staring own at the other less buffy man. Barely giving the body a second though. Stupid druggie probably got what he deserved. She would have started making remarks ut her vision went fuzzy as she past out. A letter drifting from her purse towards the ground. The fully title shown.
She wondered silently where she was. She wished to be ungagged its not as if she would scream. Even though she was currently cracking her neck. Drawing attention towards herself, as the her head turned side to side. The men infront of her looked like customers she would have. Well at least they dressed slightly better on her side of town. She would tap her fingers against the hair swell. The short and simple nails making noise as welll. Even if she was muffle by a gag se still wanted to comment on them being disobedient to their boss. " If he said no smoking, wouldn't you not want to be smoking when he gets down here?"
Her own smell of liquor and seemly that leafy smell of autumn hung loosely from her. Mingling with the smell of smoke. Her dress, if they tried anything was modeled with a long unitard. As if to stop people from seeming anything they shouldn't. her Glaze seemed icy, as much as the man from before's gaze was. | Full Name
Viviana Ashiona
Nickname
"Vivi"
Birth Date
March, 30
Age
22
Zodiac Symbol
Aries
Gender
" Do I look like a idiot? Female."
Sexuality
"Heterosexual blgehhh"
Race
" Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human
In Depth Appearance
She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say.
She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off.
TRAITS
Quriks | Habits | Oddities
She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple.
She enjoys rock but not Metal
Classical music but not Blues
She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small.
She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons.
Hobbies | Talents
She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect.
Likes
Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music
Dislikes
Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/
Fears
Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/...
Personality-W.I.P
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome.
HISTORY
History
TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone.
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
She isn't one for smoke or drugs. |
53,369 | 1,454 | 4 | 1,963 | 1,055 | The men eyed their captive lecherously, muttering amongst themselves, "Ya think we should try her out? I bet the boss is gonna do it anyway. No harm in having the first taste eh?" one of them chuckled.
Click.
The sound of the only door in the room, unlocking. The thugs went silent when the door began to open. A suit clad woman calmly walked through, with a slight look of disgust on her face. Her gaze turned to one of the men that was smoking. In a quick, swift action, she pulled the cigarette out of the man's mouth before pressing the butt into the man's cheek, searing the skin. He howled in pain, doubling back, his ass landing firmly on the floor with his hand on his burnt cheek.
"I don't know why he bothers to hire you mongrels." She growled as she flicked a switch near the light switch. A vent opened, causing a vicious gust to flow through the room. The vent closed again as quickly as it opened, all the smoke was gone, save for the little streams that floated from the butts that the men had dropped. The woman strolled up the to man who had fallen, promptly stepping on his crotch with her heel. "You are to listen to your boss's orders. Do not touch the captive and do not smoke. Is that clear?" She said icily, as cold as her gaze. "Is that clear?!" She shouted as she stepped off the man's crotch. A resounding "Yes ma'am" echoed around the room before they all hurried out.
The auburn haired woman turned to see that the hostage was awake. She slowly sauntered over to the captive, taking the gag out of her mouth. "My apologies for such a display. I hope they didn't do anything rough to you." She said in a rather concerned tone. Her overall expression had changed from very aggressive to very calm within the past few seconds.
"The boss should be here shortly, hopefully he is in a forgiving mood." She sighed. | Full Name
Yuuma Markovic
Nickname
"Yuu" or "Young Boss"
Birth Date
April, 24
Age
23
Zodiac Symbol
Taurus
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
"I'm human, but people like to think otherwise."
In Depth Appearance
He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars.
He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like.
TRAITS
Quirks | Habits | Oddities
He likes classical music and that's about it.
Has a habit of double checking that things are locked
He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket
Hobbies | Talents
He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts.
Likes
Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food
Dislikes
Loud people/Spicy food/
Fears
Disappointing his father/Being cast aside
Personality
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary.
He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities.
He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business".
HISTORY
History
Will be revealed via RP
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time. |
53,370 | 1,454 | 5 | 2,257 | 1,563 | She contiuned tapping her finger against the chairs arm as they muttered and talked. Glaring holes into heir skulls. She hated thugs, especially ones who would try and touch the merch. As a new woman walked in the room she chuckled Sightly choking on the gag which for some reason nwa still in her mouth. She didn't know why. What good did it do than cause her to be annoyed. Watching the woman take down the guy she marked a mental note that she should learn some of that. Maybe the lady could teach her. So she wasn't the boss either. Vivi was wondering why she was here in the first place. Her cousin not even on her mind.
" Best entertainment I've had all day." She would say clearly as she pulled of her gag, in a tone laced with charm. A smirk gracing her mouth and her finger continues to tap against the chair. She would examine the ladies features on by one marking them down in her mind before growing bored and staring at the wall again. A cough coming from her mouth. Instinctively swallowing a few times to wash the taste of puke from her mouth. " Disgusting nicotine. The things are cancer waiting to happen. Do you happen to know the time? I have a job I need to be at by 9." She would state plainly " She if i could out on my way before then it would be great. " Her outfit didn't show much of what her job was. More or less it just showed off her figure and tried hard not be reveal anything it shouldn't. | Full Name
Viviana Ashiona
Nickname
"Vivi"
Birth Date
March, 30
Age
22
Zodiac Symbol
Aries
Gender
" Do I look like a idiot? Female."
Sexuality
"Heterosexual blgehhh"
Race
" Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human
In Depth Appearance
She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say.
She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off.
TRAITS
Quriks | Habits | Oddities
She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple.
She enjoys rock but not Metal
Classical music but not Blues
She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small.
She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons.
Hobbies | Talents
She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect.
Likes
Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music
Dislikes
Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/
Fears
Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/...
Personality-W.I.P
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome.
HISTORY
History
TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone.
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
She isn't one for smoke or drugs. |
53,371 | 1,454 | 6 | 1,963 | 1,055 | The woman snickered a little at the captive's comment. "Oh I'm sure you'll be see more of that later." She replied with a smile that leaked with sadism. Her smile disappeared after the woman mentioned going back to work. Did she not understand the situation she was in? Or did she simply not care about her wellbeing? Perhaps she was so dumb that she couldn't understand what was happening.
"Unfortunately, you won't be going anywhere. I hope you understand that being tangled in Mafia business is dangerous. Please do take your position a little more seriously." She explained in a serious tone as she leaned on the back of the captive's chair. If this girl's smart mouth kept going, she'd have to be less kind. Of course, the boss always said to do what's necessary. What is excessive is normally necessary, for her anyway. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, hm? It would be such a shame~ | Full Name
Yuuma Markovic
Nickname
"Yuu" or "Young Boss"
Birth Date
April, 24
Age
23
Zodiac Symbol
Taurus
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
"I'm human, but people like to think otherwise."
In Depth Appearance
He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars.
He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like.
TRAITS
Quirks | Habits | Oddities
He likes classical music and that's about it.
Has a habit of double checking that things are locked
He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket
Hobbies | Talents
He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts.
Likes
Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food
Dislikes
Loud people/Spicy food/
Fears
Disappointing his father/Being cast aside
Personality
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary.
He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities.
He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business".
HISTORY
History
Will be revealed via RP
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time. |
53,372 | 1,454 | 7 | 2,257 | 1,563 | Mafia? Oh so he was being a junkie forghe Mafia. Ahh sounds about right. She would say uncannily. It seemed as if she really didn't care if she would die. It didn't matter to her. She had nothing to live for. Going out by the Mafia wasn't the worst way she could go. "Oh darling if I took life seriously.." She would chuckle " Everything would be so so much different. "
Her head would doll to the side and watch the door. Patiently but with a bored look on her face. Totally uninterested in the situation she was in. Thinking of a nice hot shower and maybe some takeout, or she could make. Who was she kinding. Food poisoning before work Was never a great oppertuinity. | Full Name
Viviana Ashiona
Nickname
"Vivi"
Birth Date
March, 30
Age
22
Zodiac Symbol
Aries
Gender
" Do I look like a idiot? Female."
Sexuality
"Heterosexual blgehhh"
Race
" Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human
In Depth Appearance
She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say.
She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off.
TRAITS
Quriks | Habits | Oddities
She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple.
She enjoys rock but not Metal
Classical music but not Blues
She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small.
She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons.
Hobbies | Talents
She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect.
Likes
Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music
Dislikes
Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/
Fears
Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/...
Personality-W.I.P
♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦
At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome.
HISTORY
History
TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone.
OTHER
Extra
Anything Else
She isn't one for smoke or drugs. |
53,373 | 1,455 | 0 | 1,613 | 286 | Allright before the to starts here are some rules regarding posts
1.) Post must have a minimal of 2 paragraphs. If you want to do more then that's fine. Heck it would be great.
2.) This is an roleplay that most surrounds magic and nearly impossible feats so get creative and descriptive with your posts especially when your fighting.
3.) There must be at least 2 posts after your before you post again. That way there is a fair amount of turns between role play.
Locations:
Outside dungeon:
Babel Plaza-This is the main shopping area for adventurers and non adventurers alike. The area is comprised of many stands and shops for equipment, armor, accessories, and every day things. Surprisingly enough this area is still in the vicinity of the Tower of Babel where most purchases are made for the best equipment.
Black Soil Fields- This area is mostly used for farming and agriculture. The soil is black which according to Eqyptian Myths signifies fertile land. The fields are rich with nutrients and the animals raised are healthy and large.
The Cauldron- A pub that is popular among adventurers for cheap and tasty food. It also works as a part time inn for new adventurers.
Adventurers HQ- This area is where you will turn in magic stones and item drops from the creatures you slated in the dungeons for currency. Platinum, gold, silver, and bronze are the current exchange currency. There is also quests that can be filled out here for adventurers wanting make a little more money.
Familia Lodgings- each familia has their own place of stay. Where you put it is up to you as is everything else. (When you post about your familia make sure post it as a location) | Name: Ruric Thar
Age: He claims to be in his early twenites but it's hinted he's older
Level: 8
Race: Ogre Blood (Half Ogre)
Affiliation: Verethragna Familia
Equipment:
-Elemental Weapon Kaizer Glave: A glave spear comprised of Mithril with a spear head capable of dealing almost any elemental attack.
- Ethereal Beserker Sword Slade: A giant beserker sword that has killed so many dungeon monster it is capable of killing any creature (Forbidden from using)
-Tsumogami Obi: A magic obi sash capable of transforming to its master's will and restraining his enemies. (often takes the form of a scarf around his neck)
-Dove Armor Set: A set of armor that mostly consists of chain mail and strong leather for speed.
-Item Box: A ring that is capable of storing items.
Skills:
-Hidden Armory: Allows him to manifest weapons and armor from a pocket dimension similar to Verethragna's Armory. Includes 4 sets of armor and weapons Verethragna has forbidden him to use.
-One Man Squadron: Can call forth superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina and healing to aid him in battle.
-Cursed Hunger: Allows him to eat anything whither it be poison, cursed or raw and not be affected by it. (If eaten enough he can get a higher boost in stats.)
Magic:
Pyrokinesis- Allows him to summon fire and flames from his own body.
Shadow Run- Allows him to meld travel in between shadows in order to stealthy break threw his opponents defenses.
War Summons- A form of summoning magic that allows him to summon his familiars in times of crisis.
Doves Flight- A form of magic that increases his speed to near teleportation.
Talents:
Ruric is a skilled warrior whether armed or unarmed. He is capable of mastering any weapon, and learning any form of fighting style. Though he is not artisan level he is also a skilled craftsman often making tools, clothing, weapons, and other everyday things from the remains of monsters he slain. While taking a liking to having is food cooked he is also a skilled chef. And while it is not often seen he is a master tactician and is often stated by Verethragna a genius is the art of war and battle.
Class: Demon Swordsman/Beserker
Personality: Ruric is a gluttonous fellow whether it be his appetite or his hunger for power. But even under all that hunger a loyal warrior resides. Though he seems like a laid back joker he is serious when it comes to his party members or anyone he considers a friend. If you dare anger him, be warned for he will devour you.
Biography: When he was a child he was a mercenary with people giving him the name he 1000 man slayer. At the age 13 he was found by Verethragna the Persian God of War on top of a mountain of slayed enemies covered in blood. As Verethragna described it he was no warrior but a beast with a weapon no different than the monsters the god claimed to have slain over the century. Out of pity or perhaps faith Verethragna saw potential in Ruric. The potential to be a hero. So was a deal was made, they would duel if Ruric one he would get Verethragna's god slaying sword, but if Vereth won Ruric would become his disciple. Rruic lost, and 10 years later he is now one of the founding members of the 7 swords with the title the Savage Swordsman
Other: His familia are the care takers of the orphanage in the dungeon city |
53,374 | 1,455 | 1 | 1,613 | 286 | Inside Dungeon:
Grand Forest: Floors 1-5. A thriving majestic forest. Home to forest like creatures and a few demi humans. Example: horned rabbis, 3 horned stallions, goblins, Dire BeastWolves, and Hind Bears etc. Boss is the Red HindBear a variant of Hindbear that is twice the size and is stronger and faster than a normal one and is capable of breathing fire.
Labyrinths: Floors 6-11 A long maze like labyrinth.Mostly home to half beasts. Example: minotaurs, orcs, ect. Boss is the Minotaur Executioner a giant Minotaur that wears rusted armor and wields a giant hammer axe.
Swamplands: Floor 12-17 A large murky swampland. Home to insect, fish and reptile creatures. Example: lizardmen, grand catfish, giant mosquito etc. Boss is DakaGator a six legged alligator that is capable of using water magic.
Desert Ruins: Floors 18-23 An ancient forgotten ruined that is home to many species of undead and desert creatures. Examples: Rotting Mummy, Desert Lizard man, Living Hieroglyphs. Boss is Desert Pharaoh Setamun an undead mummy king capable of casting power curses and magic.
Victorian Ghost Town: Floors 24-29 A old abandoned Victorian England city that houses many of the forgotten and undead. Example: War shadows, ghouls, the restless(evil spirits), Igors, is Boss Franky the Butcher a Frankenstein like monster standing at 20 feet tall that kills with his clawed werewolf right hand and a rusted cleaver in the left. Mostly uses buff spells.
Frostlands: Floors 30-35 A frozen tundra and arctic like landscape where mostly arctic creatures or Frost Giants are capable of residing. Example: Polar Hindbear, King Orca's, Giant Leopard Seals, Frost Giants. No current boss for this area.
Treasure Trove: A cavern like landscape filled with treasure. Home to mostly lesser dragons, or dragon like creatures. Example: Wyvern, Dragonnewt, Drake. Boss is Cavlog the Draon of Greed. A dragon with scales of multicolors like the jewels inb its cavern. It's fire is capable of melting platinum and gold.
(Btw the creatures used in the listing of floors are only example of what could be found in each floor. If you have a creature taht fits the setting use it. Even if it isn't real or not.)
(Will be updated if you have any idea's for more floors or outside dungeon locations please let me know) | Name: Ruric Thar
Age: He claims to be in his early twenites but it's hinted he's older
Level: 8
Race: Ogre Blood (Half Ogre)
Affiliation: Verethragna Familia
Equipment:
-Elemental Weapon Kaizer Glave: A glave spear comprised of Mithril with a spear head capable of dealing almost any elemental attack.
- Ethereal Beserker Sword Slade: A giant beserker sword that has killed so many dungeon monster it is capable of killing any creature (Forbidden from using)
-Tsumogami Obi: A magic obi sash capable of transforming to its master's will and restraining his enemies. (often takes the form of a scarf around his neck)
-Dove Armor Set: A set of armor that mostly consists of chain mail and strong leather for speed.
-Item Box: A ring that is capable of storing items.
Skills:
-Hidden Armory: Allows him to manifest weapons and armor from a pocket dimension similar to Verethragna's Armory. Includes 4 sets of armor and weapons Verethragna has forbidden him to use.
-One Man Squadron: Can call forth superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina and healing to aid him in battle.
-Cursed Hunger: Allows him to eat anything whither it be poison, cursed or raw and not be affected by it. (If eaten enough he can get a higher boost in stats.)
Magic:
Pyrokinesis- Allows him to summon fire and flames from his own body.
Shadow Run- Allows him to meld travel in between shadows in order to stealthy break threw his opponents defenses.
War Summons- A form of summoning magic that allows him to summon his familiars in times of crisis.
Doves Flight- A form of magic that increases his speed to near teleportation.
Talents:
Ruric is a skilled warrior whether armed or unarmed. He is capable of mastering any weapon, and learning any form of fighting style. Though he is not artisan level he is also a skilled craftsman often making tools, clothing, weapons, and other everyday things from the remains of monsters he slain. While taking a liking to having is food cooked he is also a skilled chef. And while it is not often seen he is a master tactician and is often stated by Verethragna a genius is the art of war and battle.
Class: Demon Swordsman/Beserker
Personality: Ruric is a gluttonous fellow whether it be his appetite or his hunger for power. But even under all that hunger a loyal warrior resides. Though he seems like a laid back joker he is serious when it comes to his party members or anyone he considers a friend. If you dare anger him, be warned for he will devour you.
Biography: When he was a child he was a mercenary with people giving him the name he 1000 man slayer. At the age 13 he was found by Verethragna the Persian God of War on top of a mountain of slayed enemies covered in blood. As Verethragna described it he was no warrior but a beast with a weapon no different than the monsters the god claimed to have slain over the century. Out of pity or perhaps faith Verethragna saw potential in Ruric. The potential to be a hero. So was a deal was made, they would duel if Ruric one he would get Verethragna's god slaying sword, but if Vereth won Ruric would become his disciple. Rruic lost, and 10 years later he is now one of the founding members of the 7 swords with the title the Savage Swordsman
Other: His familia are the care takers of the orphanage in the dungeon city |
53,375 | 1,455 | 2 | 1,613 | 286 | (reserved for floors) | Name: Ruric Thar
Age: He claims to be in his early twenites but it's hinted he's older
Level: 8
Race: Ogre Blood (Half Ogre)
Affiliation: Verethragna Familia
Equipment:
-Elemental Weapon Kaizer Glave: A glave spear comprised of Mithril with a spear head capable of dealing almost any elemental attack.
- Ethereal Beserker Sword Slade: A giant beserker sword that has killed so many dungeon monster it is capable of killing any creature (Forbidden from using)
-Tsumogami Obi: A magic obi sash capable of transforming to its master's will and restraining his enemies. (often takes the form of a scarf around his neck)
-Dove Armor Set: A set of armor that mostly consists of chain mail and strong leather for speed.
-Item Box: A ring that is capable of storing items.
Skills:
-Hidden Armory: Allows him to manifest weapons and armor from a pocket dimension similar to Verethragna's Armory. Includes 4 sets of armor and weapons Verethragna has forbidden him to use.
-One Man Squadron: Can call forth superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina and healing to aid him in battle.
-Cursed Hunger: Allows him to eat anything whither it be poison, cursed or raw and not be affected by it. (If eaten enough he can get a higher boost in stats.)
Magic:
Pyrokinesis- Allows him to summon fire and flames from his own body.
Shadow Run- Allows him to meld travel in between shadows in order to stealthy break threw his opponents defenses.
War Summons- A form of summoning magic that allows him to summon his familiars in times of crisis.
Doves Flight- A form of magic that increases his speed to near teleportation.
Talents:
Ruric is a skilled warrior whether armed or unarmed. He is capable of mastering any weapon, and learning any form of fighting style. Though he is not artisan level he is also a skilled craftsman often making tools, clothing, weapons, and other everyday things from the remains of monsters he slain. While taking a liking to having is food cooked he is also a skilled chef. And while it is not often seen he is a master tactician and is often stated by Verethragna a genius is the art of war and battle.
Class: Demon Swordsman/Beserker
Personality: Ruric is a gluttonous fellow whether it be his appetite or his hunger for power. But even under all that hunger a loyal warrior resides. Though he seems like a laid back joker he is serious when it comes to his party members or anyone he considers a friend. If you dare anger him, be warned for he will devour you.
Biography: When he was a child he was a mercenary with people giving him the name he 1000 man slayer. At the age 13 he was found by Verethragna the Persian God of War on top of a mountain of slayed enemies covered in blood. As Verethragna described it he was no warrior but a beast with a weapon no different than the monsters the god claimed to have slain over the century. Out of pity or perhaps faith Verethragna saw potential in Ruric. The potential to be a hero. So was a deal was made, they would duel if Ruric one he would get Verethragna's god slaying sword, but if Vereth won Ruric would become his disciple. Rruic lost, and 10 years later he is now one of the founding members of the 7 swords with the title the Savage Swordsman
Other: His familia are the care takers of the orphanage in the dungeon city |
53,376 | 1,456 | 0 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Right you a- I said to the lion, with my speech getting cut off by a roar that, surprisingly enough, didn't come from Ymahr, and made the cat flee. I turned around to see an illusory creature disappear, and someone flying away with a chunk of our wurm. "Hey, next time you guys should just ask!" I shouted to the thieving duo. Normally, I would be against thievery, however, since it was just food, and I didn't really need what they stole, I didn't mind too much. Heck, for all I knew, those two were desperate for food and or money. Did I really look so intimidating that they preferred to do that instead of just talking, and maybe asking me for some of the wurm? Maybe it was just the fact that I recently slayed a wurm that was bothering them... speaking of... "So, I'm all for just cutting this thing up for rations and leaving the rest to random passers-by, but I'm not sure everyone else is," I really wanted to see what weirdness this enchanted forest held, let alone the treasure, but it seemed like our fox... who I may have to talk to later... would rather we haul this thing all the way back to some starving village. It didn't seem like we were getting anywhere, and that kinda bothered me. Sure, this was just a pit stop at first, it could turn into a detour if we all agreed to get rid of this thing before moving on. Then again... we COULD get some armor, but... the armor wouldn't really be useful to us, as I couldn't wear heavy armor AND fly at the same time, Erion was more geared for speed, and Ymahr didn't seem to want any armor at all. While I waited for a response, I started cutting up what we had with my spear, making portions that were normal to me, but probably somewhat small to the others. | Thorvald Greyfeather
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod
Race:
Shael, falcon
Gender:
Male
Age:
30
Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.
He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.
Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.
Height:
4'2"
Weight:
80lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.
Class:
Dragoon
Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.
Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.
Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.
Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.
Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.
Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.
Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.
Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case. |
53,377 | 1,456 | 1 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion breath deeply as he went to approach the group again. He looked at everyone and then headed to the creature and then cut some of the meat out, before getting some cloth in his bag and then putting the meat in his bag, surrounded by cloth. He looked at the group calmly.
"Well... before we attract some real problems, ya, we should keep going." he says softly as he moves back to the group.
"Names Erion by the way.... Erion Silverwind." he then says. He didn't want to pronounce his real family name, for a reason that... well... it would take lot of explaining and maybe have some people know about the past, and god knows that he didn't want to be associated with his family. He looked at the bird guy that asked about the meat and such and what to do with it. He breath deeply.
"With the size of the thing, I guess we could leave it for random passerby... It would be best to have it feed hungry people, but we can't really drag something like this. Either we leave it be, or we inform a village and then move on our way if you ask me." he says calmly to the group. He was unsure what the others would want here. He breath deeply. He was ready to move on now. Unfortunately he didn't have enough salt to salt the meat for better preservation. Well.... that was one resource he would need to buy in the next town. | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,378 | 1,456 | 2 | 982 | 1,162 | The lion stopped in his tracks to see the two cutting piece of what remained of the Wurm, idly he realized that was getting hungry himself and while Wurm meat certainly wasn't the best thing out there, it was better than nothing. He approached the beast's carcass and began to cut some for himself, picking out pieces that were average at best, no sense in over-excess after all. The two were debating on what to do with what was left of the remains of the beast, the Shael suggested leaving it here for other wanderers and it certainly was an idea. The Nin'tah on the other hand said that they couldn't drag the thing it to a starving village, and that certainly was an act of charity that Ymhar would have to commend him for if it they had the manpower, that is. Right now, that option was out but still, the world would be better if others could learn to help each other more, but that's not saying a lot about the lion himself really.
"I say we inform those starving people, we can move on from there."
The forest had its fair share of adventure to be had, but the battle took out a lot out of the three of them and the lion was sure they were tired. Maybe a quick stop at an inn or tavern would be nice and they could come back to this forest later, who knows what secrets are lying underneath the foliage? Then again, it might be home to more creatures that could surpass the power of the Wurm they've fought earlier. Rather than mulling it over, the feline began to walk again, motioning for his two allies to start moving. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
53,379 | 1,456 | 3 | 978 | 145 | Zack had excused himself from the company of his three brothers to wander around the city for a while. Helpfully he was able to procure from Ezekiel a hooded jacket with which to conceal himself, although it was a tight fit on the far larger coyote. "Well," Zack had thought to himself as he winced in the constricting hood, "At least it's not the sack I was wearing over my head on the way into the city."
The farmer Zack had acquired that sack from was pretty pleased with the arrangement, ultimately. As it had turned out, he had long ago received a curse from Zack himself: he was hexed in such a way that if he tried to say the word "fish", he could only do so backwards. When Zack, unfazed by the farmer's yelling and threats, agreed to at last reverse this curse in exchange for a simple potato sack, the farmer was at first stunned, and then overwhelmed with joy. The farmer couldn't believe his luck! And so it was that Gort Symons, lah'na farmer, could after so long order his favorite foodstuff with minimal embarrassment. When he broke the news to his family, they were overcome with tears of joy. Zack couldn't for the life of him remember what the farmer had even done to earn his ire in the first place, but at least he had got a potato sack out of it several years on. The eye slits he had to leave with his teeth; as he learned, the blunt head and butt of his staff didn't quite do the trick.
And so Zack wandered the streets, looking inconspicuously conspicuous. People who saw his overly tightly bound hood mostly just assumed him a member of some obscure religious order most masochistic. It certainly beat self-flagellation as a practice, and was at the very least much easier for parents to explain to their children. You also don't need to cover a child's eyes from a man wearing overly tight clothing, usually; you always had to do this when a shirtless man came by, lashing himself. Unless if the child had a particularly strange upbringing, but maybe that's not for me to judge.
Zack had no destination in mind, it was simply just refreshing to be able to walk among actual crowds of people again. He had spent many months out in the woods, just like the fairytales said he does. From time to time he had even bumped into the children who had gone out on dares to find "Cackling Zack's Shack", or whatever it was his supposed abode was called in their imaginations. Zack merely took amusement at these visitors, although they were arguably his most consistent contact with anything but wildlife during those months of isolation. To keep up appearances, he would often threaten and scare the children away, although he had never actually cursed any he could recall. But if the threat was enough to do it, was following through with the actual action that needed?
He glanced up at the sign of an inn with longing. He promised his brothers he wouldn't be out long, but he had not enjoyed the pleasure of a drink for such a long time. As if to assuage his guilty conscience, he began to consider that maybe if he made lodgings here, he wouldn't burden his brothers with having to make space for him in their already cramped house. This was enough to spur him to wander in.
"Hail, inkeeper. Some mead, please!" said Zack merrily as he rifled through his pockets for some coin. | Name: Zack Itzhak.
Nickname/Alias:
"Cackling Zack."
Race:
Nin'tah. Coyote.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Age:
38.
Additional Info
Personality:
Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him.
While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power.
He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion.
He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others.
He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating.
Appearance:
A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions.
Height:
6'2.
Weight:
142 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from.
Class:
Warlock.
Weapons/Items:
A relatively plain iron staff.
Strengths:
- A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic.
- He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around.
Weaknesses:
- Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless.
- It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment.
Techniques:
It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis |
53,380 | 1,456 | 4 | 732 | 8,842 | Nile slid next to the coyote gracefully and with practiced ease, flipping a coin between her fingers and spinning it casually on the tabletop. "Two." was all she said and at the sound of coin clattering on wood the innkeeper quickly snatched it up and nodded, returning in moments with two mugs filled to the brim with foaming mead. Nile gave the coyote a not at all subtle searching glance, "Those clothes are rather tight for a caster aren't they?" she murmured to herself as she examined his body and paused a moment. Her hand reached out and a single finger curled around his scarf for a moment, "Maybe they could do with some loosening, especially if you're anything like your staff." She said with a wily grin then turned back towards her drink and swigged it, easily taking half the large container in a single gulp.
Nile would've taken the coins she'd felt in his bottom right coat pocket if she'd felt the need to but she wasn't strapped on cash right now and she hadn't even played here yet. From the guilty look on his face as he'd walked in he'd come here for a rare, but much needed splurge, perhaps she could convince him to splurge just a little more. Drunk people were always fun to watch. Lordy he was a tall one though, nearly two feet taller then herself, though that wasn't that much of a surprise in it of itself. He was obviously either a religious person of some sort, some sort of magic user, or both. She had fun playing with those religious folks and she found those with magic often made for the most exciting tales. | "Beer's on me! Well really on you, but I'm holding the coin purse."
Name
Niles
Nickname/Alias
-I prefer Nile
-Pest
-Rodent
-****
Race
Neth: Rat
Gender
Female
Age
19
Personality
Nile is a care-free spirit, more interested in having fun then responsibilities. Seriousness is like a plague, it just drains your strength and is a bunch of trouble. You don't deserve to laugh at someone else if you can't laugh at yourself a little. Still, if you manage to find something Nile has taken a stand on, don't expect her to back down. Some might accuse her of being frivolous and naive, they'd be dead wrong. It's not like Nile is an assassin beneath that happy face of hers but she knows the rough and tumble of life.
Appearance
Much like shown, though remove the boiling flask and make the robes a little more baggy and covering. The hood covers her ears and masks her face while pulled up. The color of her fur is similar to tan lines, the parts more protected from the sun and covered by clothing are more white, well the other exposed hairs and turned brown.
Height:
4 feet 8 inches and not getting much taller.
Weight:
100 pounds-ish
Magic:
Illusion
Class:
Trickster
Weapons/Items
-Small knife, good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, also good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, you know you can never have too many meat cutting knives.
-Several more small knives.
-Small bottle of poiso- seasoning. For meat. It makes sure it doesn't move for a while. Yeah...
-Small lute, good for making money.
Strengths
Musician
Nile is a natural hand at playing instruments and her music is surprisingly enthralling, even without a little magic to make things more exciting.
Expert Novice
Nile can't create an army out of thin air, but she's very experience with the little magic's she does know how to do. Full on invisibility is a little out of her reach, but she can spit out smaller cantrips like a woodchuck. Can chuck wood. If a woodchuck could chuck wood. But she can't chuck wood because she's not a woodchuck that can chuck wood. You get the idea.
Quick Hands
Nile has fingers that only a musician can boast of. Long, nimble, strong, perfect for plucking strings, tossing a knife, or pocketing some cash thrown at her. Don't be surprised if they move faster than you can keep up with.
Weaknesses
Gimp
Nile's right arm is a bit smaller than her other one and is good for little more than making obscene gestures and holding small objects.
Troublemaker
While Nile has a very good danger sense, or perhaps because of that, she has a tendency to get into trouble. Whether its a particular rowdy song, a snide remark too many, Nile has a way of making things worse.
Smol
Neth are just naturally smaller than other races and Nile is no exception. She would never win an arm-wrestling contest with a Tothum or be able to bust down a solid oak door. Nile has many strengths, but none of them are in her strength.
Techniques
Ooooh fighting. Yeah, Nile tends to avoid that. If she had to Nile would rely on using her illusion magic to distract her opponent long enough to stab them or run away. Maybe both. Call it "Stab and Run"?
Theme Song
Possible TBA |
53,381 | 1,456 | 5 | 2,529 | 75 | I hate being in Shava'ren, All these Ravens, you have feeling that they will steal something when you don't watch them.
Varm was in Tarner, a coastal port located in the North of Shava'ren, he was going to g
et on the first ship sailing to Lahria. He was Travelling to meet his friend, a Lah'na named Reker, an innkeeper in one of the cities. His tavern was called "White sword", where he planned to go, Varm have a deal designed to bring him some money. Varm had a rare item whose name could not be divulged and that is why so much afraid of being robbed.
After eating a meal in the coastal tavern he decided to look around for ship. One of them called "Black Rose" had planned to travel to Lahria. The Captain was Rakonai.
"Hi, may I go on a journey together with you? I have to be in Lahria in four days."
The captain was not too nice,
"you can sail with us, however you will need to pay".
"I don't have too much money but I have to go along with you, so I'll pay."
After the transaction, Varm went back to the tavern to pack. "The ship sets off in an hour, so I advise you to hurry up" Captain yelled. An hour later, the ship was already on the waves, carried by sea to Lahria. | Name: Varm Qua'reth.
Nickname: "Meditator"
Race: Sak'all, Crocodile.
Gender: Male.
Age: 29.
Additional Info
Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business
Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage.
While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid.
He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve.
Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored.
Height: 6.1 feet.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Fight related
Magic: Enchanting
Class: Monk
Weapon :
Self maded Blades, like This on picture
Strengths:
Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal.
Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed
Weaknesses:
Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks
Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo
Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training. |
53,382 | 1,456 | 6 | 2,396 | 104 | The two companions had found their room with ease. It was rather small, but did hold two beds that Atlas could actually fit on. This was a whole lot better than their usual accommodations of the cold hard ground. Atlas got comfortable, throwing her bag to the side, she collapsed on the bed with a content sigh. The jingle of her coin pouch sounded as she had laid down, and the Toth couldn't help but feel a little guilty. About the whole stealing thing they did earlier as well lying to the innkeeper about their situation. However all her grumbling into the mattress had easily faded when a knock had sounded on their door, indicating the food was there.
Atlas nearly flew to the door, a small cart held plates of many various dishes, fit for both of their tastes. Atlas gave a coin as a tip before wheeling in the cart between the two beds excitedly. The last thing she remembered eating was a rather suspicious mushroom Rykiar dared her to consume. All she recalled was waking up three days later even more hungry than before. At least their suffering had all paid off as the Tothum took her first bite. She wanted to cry tears of joy, it was just that delicious. Or rather they were so starved anything tasted good. Either way, this could have been described as the best moment of her rather uneventful life.
They ate quietly, the sounds of the town filled the room from the open window as a relaxing background noise. Avisthelm was certainly a nice place, or a dump. She really had no clue, having not been to enough towns for references. Either way, Atlas wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer if possible.
The cow turned on her bed, munching still on a piece of freshly baked bread, to look out the window. As diverse as the town may be, there was an excess of Lah'na in the town. Atlas of course had no trouble with this, her upbringing taught her to look beyond race, but she couldn't help but wonder if this town was more accepting than the last one they were at. Of course, traveling with a Neth made it easy in this land, she did recall some poor Shael being denied a room at an inn in a Neth run town before. All in all, she was more than grateful that her own race never seemed to have problems.
Distractedly, she reached for her mug for a drink, only to realize she was all out. Atlas looked over at Rykiar's own drink to see it was also empty. They had a brief stare down, both wanting the other to get more. The mouse of course won, in victory he laid down, pretending to be asleep to make sure the Toth would fetch the beverages. With a playful snort, Atlas got up, the mugs clinking as she made her way out and down the stairs. Hooves clunking on the wooden stairs, she realized it was more busy than when they first arrived.
She shuffled toward the bar, placing the mugs up for a refill. She reached in her pouch to pull out a couple of coins. With a brief smile at the innkeeper, Atlas waited patiently, standing off to the side from the two seated nearby. She looked around at the little knickknacks that decorated the room, just wanting to go back to her room. Her and Rykiar still needed to discuss plans for the next day, or at least after a good nap. | Name: Atlas Bentpine.
Race:
Tothum.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
23.
Additional Info
Personality:
Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do.
Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at.
She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh
Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar.
Appearance:
Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray.
Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance.
As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily.
Height:
7'3 ft.
Weight:
250 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Transformation.
Class:
Wanderlusty Nomad
Weapons/Items:
Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings.
Strengths:
-Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack.
-Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to.
Weaknesses:
-Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough.
-She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count.
-Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right.
-Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her.
Techniques:
Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as:
Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense
Sharp claws/fangs/horns
Wings
Growth in size and strength
But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
Come on you hermit, you never fight back |
53,383 | 1,456 | 7 | 1,448 | 3,925 | It seems like the other two came to a conclusion, that we'd inform a nearby town of the corpse just so we won't have to drag it around with us. "Alright then! Heck, if I can recall where the nearest town is, I can just fly there, and, while I would prefer if you stayed here and waited, there IS an enchanted forest just to the north of here. It's kinda where I was heading before I ran into... well... this," I told the two before flying up, and then due south, where... wait, it was actually more of a city than a town, but I'm sure there are starving people in there, too. Avisthelm... now I remember, this was the first place I visited in Laharia. Had to take a boat for the first time in my life, even had fish here for the first time in my life... wait... was it fish? The other man kept calling it 'hsif' or something... maybe that's just their language for the word, or something. I thought, remembering just how much I disliked fish, and how strange it was that the other guy, who supposedly loved the stuff kept calling it by a different name. In the time it took me to reminisce that day, I made it back to town, and started looking around for someone who might be able to carry off the thing. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to want to deal with the thing, even after I told them they could keep the reward. My searches eventually ended up with me at some inn with a strange group of individuals... a rat person, a cow lady, and... what I could only guess was either a cat or a dog. "Hey! Any of you willing to do some work for some money? There's a slain wurm up to the north, and my group doesn't want to deal with dragging the thing over here. You can keep the reward if you bring it here, I just want to continue on with my adventure!" I repeated this message so many times that I wasn't saying it with my usual energy... of course, that could just be because I kept giving my food rations to the beggars that lined the streets of this place. Oddly, most of the beggars were either nin'tah, or fellow shael who might have been having problems with the local lah'na. | Thorvald Greyfeather
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod
Race:
Shael, falcon
Gender:
Male
Age:
30
Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.
He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.
Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.
Height:
4'2"
Weight:
80lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.
Class:
Dragoon
Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.
Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.
Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.
Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.
Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.
Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.
Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.
Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case. |
53,384 | 1,456 | 8 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion looked as Thorvald started to fly towards the town... or city to tell the people about the creature the group ended up beating up. He though a bit and looked at the lion.
"You know, I hope we do get to another town soon though. I know we have to stay here... but still." he says, shaking his head.
"And I feel like these scales might sell for a bit at a blacksmith or something... also the fact that I need some resources for some... personal business." he says as he remember Jim. A normal banishment won't work again for long. He needed to go with something else. A kind of forceful binding of his soul and leave it behind or something. Make it that he won't fallow him again and annoy the heck out of him. Although it might not get rid of him completely probably.... knowing that last time he did that, he came back 3 days afterwards... Erion shook his head as he though about that. He remembered what the other souls told him about Jim. That he was actually thrown overboard by the crew itself into the sea for annoying the whole crew one too many times with his comments and his.... pranks. And even after death, he continued his annoyance, this time towards necromancers and those that could see souls. God... why was he the victim here of that guy? He had no idea. Although there was one thing that he had in mind for a long time. What if he bounded his soul onto something.... and slip that thing into another necrecmancers bag. Then Jim might annoy that necromancer instead and finally leave his dang side.... Ahhh the dream of having him gone... every night he had that. But that would probably not happen, cause of how Jim was.... He sighed as he sat down waiting | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,385 | 1,456 | 9 | 982 | 1,162 | The lion looked at the Shael as he took to the skies in search of a nearby city to inform others of their conquest, and while exploring the forest up north piqued his interest, he would rather wait until the situation was sorted out. It would be rude to leave out Thorvald anyway, perhaps tomorrow or another day to follow. With a wingbeat and some of the avian's feather's falling, the two were left for themselves. With the fox making mentions of finding another town soon, a blacksmith who could've used the Wurm's carapace. He said something about "business" which made the feline raise a brow in confusion, just what kind of business was he talking about?
He sighed as he tried to make small talk, he certainly wasn't one for talk but the conversation had to go somewhere.
"If there's something on your mind you should speak up."
The leonine man grunted as he looked down at the vulpine. While it was certainly too early to be doubting his new allies, it wouldn't hurt to take be cautious and mindful about their actions, you'll never know when one will try to sneak up on you while you sleep, or just straight up reveal their intentions once you put your trust and faith in them, whichever comes first. He sighed thinking back at his past for a few moments before shaking it off, there was no use dwelling in such a menial thing after all. He grumbled, waiting for the eventual return of the avian, wondering how he's been holding up and hoping that he hasn't encountered any sort of conflict. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
53,386 | 1,456 | 10 | 978 | 145 | Zack turned to regard the neth with a blink, although with his constrictive clothing it was more like a momentary squint. Unable to fully grin, he made a happy mouth at her as he overheard her order. "-Two-, huh? Oh, another for me? How nice! Thank you!" He gave a slight snort then gave a restricted wiggle of his head, "Kidding, of course." He hastily added, "U-unless if you really are paying for me, in which case that'd be one of the nicest things anyone has done for me for, uh, a while."
The coyote returned the gesture of the search-over as she examined him, although his examination never went beyond simply glancing over her and her attire. "Yeees, yes. Quite... tight." He whined in agreement. "But the scarf never comes off, no matter what. However, I could do without the hood, maybe...?" He gave a searching, paranoid glance around the inn's space. In the corner he recognized the face of one of his earlier victims, who wore a crestfallen expression as he clutched his beard which now resembled a shrub. "On second thought, perhaps not." Zack murmured.
He returned his attention to the neth by him. "But no, I didn't see you creep up on me there. Not at all," he remarked, "Although it's hard to see lots of things in this... this hood. I imagine it's like being in the blinders they put on horses." He pointed to her own garb, "Now, a hood like yours doesn't seem so... burdensome to wear." He nodded. "Probably because yours was actually made for people of your size." He concluded with a slight grumble. "Anyhow, what's your name?" | Name: Zack Itzhak.
Nickname/Alias:
"Cackling Zack."
Race:
Nin'tah. Coyote.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Age:
38.
Additional Info
Personality:
Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him.
While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power.
He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion.
He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others.
He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating.
Appearance:
A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions.
Height:
6'2.
Weight:
142 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from.
Class:
Warlock.
Weapons/Items:
A relatively plain iron staff.
Strengths:
- A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic.
- He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around.
Weaknesses:
- Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless.
- It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment.
Techniques:
It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis |
53,387 | 1,456 | 11 | 2,529 | 75 | During the second day of the trip something happened.
"Sea bandits," observer on the nest
Yelled
"I expected this," Rakonai Captain said.
"Prepare to fight"
The boat was getting closer, Varm pulled out his blades.
"Finally, I'll show them what I can".
The first Thug jumped on the ship. Immediately he was knocked off by massive Orion. However right after him 4 new jumped on the deck , one of them, lah'na attacked Varm with daggers. Varm avoided his attack, however lah'na attacked again, this time opponent was faster and cutted Varm's shoulder. "Damn it". Varm decided to use his Strength, grabbed barrel standing beside and threw her into the opponent. Lah'na dodged this attack and started gearing up for the next attack. Varm this time was prepared and when the opponent jumped hit him in flight with the shoulder. Lah'na fell down heavily on wooden boards of the deck, he seemed unconscious, nothing more wrong. After a moment he broke from the ground simultaneously throwing one of his daggers, fortunately the blade hit the armour on the left Varm shoulder Varm decided to risk charging At enemy, thanks for deafening caused by the blow in the deck lah'na didn't expect such a move. Powerfully he was hit with the Varm's fist. It threw him back and then he was hit with the blade of the Varm weapon. Blood poured over with the stream. In order to finish lah'na Varm punched him in the face with the fist. He fell down unconscious to the ground. Varm turned to remaining fighters, 2 thugs lay on boards of the deck and one of yachtsmen was in the bloodstain. Varm noticed that one of thugs had stood to him by his back, Varm charged and hit him in the back with one of blades, as a result of the blow both they fell down to the ground, fortunately this one heavy blow was enough for thug to be dead.
Thugs started to retreat. The crew decided to let them go. It was a good fight captain said, I hope that such an Accident won't happen again. Thugs as soon as possible swam away not caring about the injured. Varm came up to the body of lah'na he fought, lah'na still lived, Varm decided to cure his wound and next laid him with the consent of the captain in the bed of killed crew member.
Of the following day lah'na woke up and wanted to attack somebody and then escape from the ship, fortunately in time he was caught by Varm guarding him.
"Where are you going to go?"
"Everywhere anyhow farthest from you."
"Your mates left you, so I can see no reason for you to be supposed to come back to them."
"Not him but her!"
"You are a woman?" Varm thought whether the eyesight wasn't getting him mixed up
"You look like the boy, it most probably because of spending time with these thugs".
"Enough, right away you will see what I can do".
"Calm down, you are wounded and I am fighting only in reason, I hope that we will reach an agreement, we still have a day of the trip." | Name: Varm Qua'reth.
Nickname: "Meditator"
Race: Sak'all, Crocodile.
Gender: Male.
Age: 29.
Additional Info
Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business
Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage.
While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid.
He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve.
Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored.
Height: 6.1 feet.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Fight related
Magic: Enchanting
Class: Monk
Weapon :
Self maded Blades, like This on picture
Strengths:
Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal.
Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed
Weaknesses:
Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks
Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo
Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training. |
53,388 | 1,456 | 12 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion just looked at the lion, and then looked down a bit. He looked to the side. They probably would figure out sooner or later... figure out that he was a necromancer... at least... one that only use soul powers. Last time he tried to raise the dead... it made him so sick and felt so wrong cause how the soul itself reacted to this.... he just stopped and let the soul be in peace. And other kinds of necromancy like using bones? Well... he tried that before also. Sure, it was useful, but then again, people saw that kind of magic as wrong. So he sticked to soul magic. He look down. He was just unsure about this. He was a bit... intimidated by the lion. But if they were to travel together... maybe it was best to tell them... but deep down he was a bit fearful.
"It's.... nothing.... nothing you need to really concern about. It's a personal trouble that I have that I been trying to get rid of for about a year..." he ended up saying. He breath deeply.
"I really don't like talking about it." he then says. just avoiding eye contact there, although he had a slight look of... sadness also. He wished a bit to be able to tell someone, but he just didn't know if he could trust him. He looked at the lion afterwards.
"With the amount of prejudice with the type of magic someone uses..." he just end up saying, now a bit fearful that he would put 2 and 2 together in this. Maybe he already knew about his type of magic. But with the fact that this type specifically of magic saved his life and helped him so much in the past... He just breath deeply and prayed he won't attack him suddenly. | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,389 | 1,456 | 13 | 982 | 1,162 | Ymahr grunted under his breath at the uncooperative nature of the fox, if the lion wasn't already suspicious before he is now. The vulpine's body language was already saying as much, he looked as if though talking about the particular subject caused him grief and for a while the feline thought he should just drop the subject to protect his privacy but if he was going to be accompanying both him and Thorvald, he had better be comfortable with opening up to the both of them, lack of communication is what often severs bonds.
He grumbles at the words of the fox, rather than telling the truth he chooses to hide it under his own skin, or rather fur in this case. Granted it was personal, but bottling up your own problems generally leads to more problems along the road. The vulpine was avoiding eye contact, which just raised his suspicions even more, call it cliche' but cats were always curious little beings, and the lion was no exception to this rule. Eventually, he flashes back at their earlier quarrel with the Wurm and tries to recall what kind of magic he had used earlier. It was offensive, that was obvious enough, he was throwing ball-like projectiles here and there. And the fact that he said, "With the amount of prejudice with the type of magic someone uses.", the lion soon figured out that his travelling ally was none other than a Necromancer, no other school of magic would be faced with such discrimination other than those who practice the dead arts after all.
The feline closed his eyes and cast aside his spear, looking at the fox directly in the eye.
"Pathetic."
He crossed his arms and spoke up once more.
"You are pathetic for doubting others, but more pathetic for doubting yourself. One should not be defined by their magic, but with their actions. If you yourself know that what you are doing is right, then who are you to fall victim at the words of others? To fall for such petty words, that is weak. But showing the world what it has not is strength."
The words came out like a sage to his disciple. His sentences may have come off as rude or rather blunt, but it had to be said. The feline picked up his spear and with a slight grin on his muzzle continued,
"But bear in mind that should you ever betray me, I will not hesitate to hunt you down to the ends of this world just to see justice be delivered."
The tone in his voice made it ambiguous whether or not he was joking. And he would like it be left that way. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
53,390 | 1,456 | 14 | 2,396 | 104 | As the innkeeper had served others before her, Atlas was able to do a little listening around the room. Well not purposely, but standing around doing nothing makes you look for something to do. The two beside her were having a questionable conversation that she tried her best not to pay attention to. Something staves and removing clothing? Um, anyway...
Meanwhile, there was a curious little Shael the Tothum decided to attune her attention to. He was calling for someone to help, of course, with a slain wurm. I knew that whole mess would come back to bite me in the tail. Atlas thought, shuffling her hooves with mild apprehension. It would be the right thing to go back and help out, who knew what would happen if they left a dead monster carcass out there. The scales were sharp, someone could get hurt if they fell near it. Or most rather, it would attract more terrifying creatures that could harm the citizens of this city.
Her freshly refilled drinks came to her, and she quickly dismissed herself, weighing the pros and cons of whether or not she and most likely not, Rykiar, should help strangers. Making her way back upstairs and in their bedroom, she placed the mugs on the bedside drawer, occupied in this internal struggle. She did just do her Beast form, and was pretty dang tired. Her meal did help regain some energy, so maybe should could just help carry the rest of the creature by foot if others helped. Flying did always take a lot out of her. Although, that butcher certainly did rip them off. That was probably grade A, recently kill wurm. They could have at least gotten a couple more hundred coins at least. Well, then again, she knew next to nothing about bargaining as much as Rykiar thinks she does. She usually ends up just eventually agreeing with whatever price the opposite party wants and she never had the energy to keep going. Hell, this was probably the longest she'd ever think over something.
"Atlas? Hello in there? Please don't tell me you've fallen asleep with your eyes open. We're going to have to sleep in different rooms if you-"
Atlas rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at the mouse to quiet him. "Shush no. I just saw one of those guys that we stole the wurm from downstairs. He was asking for help to carry it back here." She could already see that Rykiar wasn't interested in hard labor, and neither was she. It was a lot coming from her, being the biggest lazybones there is. I mean, I guess I am bigger than most others, well unless they're a Rakonai or an Orius. Well I suppose it just depends on the person, there's always variation.
"The whole thing is I'm a bit worried about the dead thing attracting more scary things, and said things attacking this cute town."
This still didn't really change the Neth's mind. She looked around for some sort of motive. Atlas' eyes fell upon the last of the baked bread. She looked back up Rykiar and he's brow furrowed, daring her to do her worst. Faster than she's ever been, and fortunately faster than her mouse, the cow snatched up the bread. She held it up out of the much shorter Rykiar's reach, which was quite easy.
"Oh no! Is this the last of that bread? The same bread we both agreed must have been made by angels?" She glanced down, waggling her own brow in playfulness. "I'm so full, but I guess a little bite will be no trouble." Atlas then slowly lowered the bread toward her mouth threateningly.
"Alright! Alright! We'll go help them!" Atlas then of course handed him the mediocre at best bread with a grin.
Helping others felt almost as good as sleeping for twelve hours, which she'll make sure to do as soon as they got back. Making their way back stairs, which she grew to hate the more she climbed them, She spotted the poor Shael who kept repeating his need for help. Atlas gave him a sheepish smile as well a little wave to get his attention. Rykiar obviously spoke for the two of them and did so.
"We'd like to help!" He exclaimed a bit too enthusiastically, most likely swayed by the mention of pay. Now they'd have more spending money, which meant of course more food. | Name: Atlas Bentpine.
Race:
Tothum.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
23.
Additional Info
Personality:
Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do.
Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at.
She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh
Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar.
Appearance:
Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray.
Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance.
As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily.
Height:
7'3 ft.
Weight:
250 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Transformation.
Class:
Wanderlusty Nomad
Weapons/Items:
Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings.
Strengths:
-Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack.
-Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to.
Weaknesses:
-Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough.
-She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count.
-Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right.
-Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her.
Techniques:
Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as:
Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense
Sharp claws/fangs/horns
Wings
Growth in size and strength
But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
Come on you hermit, you never fight back |
53,391 | 1,456 | 15 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion just stared a bit at the lion, and grumbles at what he said. He just looked angry a bit.
"Calling me pathetic... Want to know why I don't tell people about my type of magic?! Yes I use necromancy, the soul aspect to be exact! I know that the tpye of magic dosen't define the person, but what they do with it! I should be the first to even know that with what happen to me in the past!" he says, walking forwards.
"Ever had someone try to kill you at night, someone from your own party cause he though you were evil and were going to kill the group? Ever had people you believed to be friends just turn you in to a group of people that want to get rid of all type of necromancy, even the soul aspect?! I am sorry, but that is a good reason to not trust people with that information." he adds, then calming down a bit as he look at the lion, standing there. His spirit energy had been moving around him right now, visible, but it dissipated.
"And you tell me that I am pathetic for doubting others! Ever had your own family end up killing your best friend cause he discovered a large scheme crime organization in your own family that you didn't even know about at all! And the irony here is that they used miracle magic, healing victims of their own scheme to get money!" he then adds, then calming down again as he looks at the lion. Erion didn't know how the lion would react to all this... but maybe it was best to come clean with him. Maybe it was best to tell him the reasons so that he understands why he was unsure about telling about his type of magic... and the fact that he didn't trust others
"Sorry that I don't trust others, but with how many times I ended up with people not giving me any respect or even trying to kill me, as well as not even knowing who to trust or believe in anymore..." he then ends up saying, a small tear in his eye... but he cleans it off afterwards. Then... Jim showed up.... again...
"Awww... cry baby gonna have a br..." he was able to say before Erion turned to him and then yelled.
"SHUT UP JIM!" he says before using a large soul blast and pronouncing some necromancy words, banishing the spirit once again.
"S.... sorry.... that dang spirit.... That... is my personal problem. I hear the spirits and everything they say.... but there is one that keep coming back and back and annoying me and... ugh.... I just want to get rid of that one. Even the other spirits want him gone... giving you an idea of how annoying he is..." he says, trying to cheer up a bit. He hoped that the lion would understand a bit more now. He didn't say though his real family name... but knowing how that scheme had been revealed before.... Letendre familly... If he heard about them... well... he would know they are now rotting in a dungeon now... That was a good reason why he didn't want to carry that cursed name with him... A new family name... one that he would stay with from now on. | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,392 | 1,456 | 16 | 982 | 1,162 | The lion was taken aback at the sudden aggressiveness of the fox before him, in that moment it was as if he wasn't the same person he knew earlier. The words coming out of his mouth were vitriolic but at the same time were tinged with grief and sorrow. Granted, the vulpine had been through a lot up until now, something that the lion was witnessing first-hand, truth be told it made him feel a bit uneasy and slightly guilty. Listening to Erion ramble about his past, the leonine man was reminded of his own. He avoided the gaze of the young man, looking forlornly at the ground as the fox was still talking, it was almost like he was being scolded for something he shouldn't have done. When it came to distrust, he was no stranger, in fact many people would be with the way the world is right now.
The words of the fox eventually culminated with him talking about his family and how they killed his best friend, a very sensitive subject it would seem, and one for many. The lion was no exception to this and thoughts of his own family come back to him and he sighs, he does miss them a great deal, but coming back now would just...He shook his head, trying to abandon the thoughts and discarding them. The conversation ended with the fox with tears in his eyes. The pangs of guilt were taking over the lion, the one thing he didn't need right now was to deal a crying fox, he wasn't geared for these sort of things!
"My...apologies."
The lion was gritting his teeth and was trying to avoid eye-contact with the fox, all the while salving the pride he had just lost. Then again, it was through his own foolhardiness that he was in the predicament in the first place, so really it was his own fault. Right now there was little he could do to comfort the tearful young man, he might just make it worse. Deciding to risk it, the lion was about to say something to soothe the pain of the fox but...something interrupted their little conversation.
Erion referred to him as a spirit, but from the looks of it, "pest" or "annoyance" might have made for better names. At the very least the tension had dissipated-somewhat, and the fox was looking better than before. The lion closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to decide whether he should be the one to speak up this time or stay silent, lest he cause more trouble again.
"He seems fond of you at the very least." | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
53,393 | 1,456 | 17 | 1,448 | 3,925 | At first, it seemed like nobody wanted to help us, heck, even WITH me offering the reward, everyone just sort of went back to their own business, as if it was taboo to leave the city, or something. A few of them even looked at me as if I was a freak, or a monster. Thankfully, they didn't try to attack me, though, a few thieves backed away from me once they figured out that I killed one of those things. Yes, somehow, even thieves weren't interested in helping me with my problem... thieves who were desperate for money didn't want to help me move something back into town for some serious pay. I just finished asking a group of thieves, one of them a neth, another one a nin'tah, and a third an orius, all of whom were just about to try to steal from me, and who all ran off once I mentioned the wurm. That's when I heard someone say that they'll help. Two someones, in fact. They were the rat and the cow from the inn I visited a few moments ago. "Hm? You've changed your mind, then? Great! I was starting to think nobody here wanted the money, or wanted to help me," I gave a sort of cackling laugh, and added "Come on, I know the way... relatively speaking, anyways," I was quickly reminded of how easily I get lost on foot, though, thankfully, I wouldn't have to land until I got there, so that wasn't much of a problem. While I was almost tempted to not tell them my name, I eventually figured that they should probably know if they're going to help, or if I'm going to see them, again "Name's Thorvald, by the way, but most folks around here know me as lightning rod. Thanks for the help, by the way, it's not always a good idea to leave a corpse out in the wilderness... could attract a group of direwolves, or something," I ended up saying to the new guy and... er... girl?
The flight there was really peaceful, as the sky was free from any sort of clouds, storm or otherwise. Days like this reminded me of my early years, back when I lived in Sha'varen, where we almost never got stormy weather, and where it was always warm, perfect for flight. I even recalled why, exactly I came all the way to Laharia in the first place... my parents said that the cats there would eat me alive, and I just laughed at that, almost as if I knew it was just some schoolyard rumor made up so we young fledglings don't fly away to more dangerous countries. I ended up... sort of living here since. While I'd visit my home once a year, I spent most of my last thirteen years here, in the land of the cat, and I even built a reputation as an adventurer, one who isn't fazed by the sight of some of the stranger or more disgusting monsters and demons out there, and one who is often found lost in some cave, or flying over a forest, even one who was known to literally laugh in the face of danger, for better or worse. I finally made it back to where we might as well have set up camp by now, looking back to make sure that the two were following me, and saying "Found some help, but... there's only two of them, so we might still have to carry the thing back to town... sorry. I guess people don't like me for some reason," I shrugged at the last part, and noticed that the two of them seemed to be in a foul mood. "Um... something happen while I was gone?" I ask the two of them, hoping that I can find some way to fix it, or at least make it better, whatever it was. | Thorvald Greyfeather
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod
Race:
Shael, falcon
Gender:
Male
Age:
30
Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.
He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.
Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.
Height:
4'2"
Weight:
80lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.
Class:
Dragoon
Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.
Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.
Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.
Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.
Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.
Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.
Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.
Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case. |
53,394 | 1,456 | 18 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion looked at the lion as he frown and shake his head.
"Now you know what I didn't want to talk about it..." he says to him, calming down soon, but still in a bad mood right now. He hated having to talk about all this, but calling him pathetic cause he didn't trust others... He shakes his head. Just then, Thorvald came back, although saying that he only found 2 people to help bring the creature back. He then asked if anything happened while he was gone. He stayed silent a bit.
"Just that we had a serious talk." he said, not wanting to get into detail right now. He really didn't want to talk about it much, and last thing he needed was more people knowing about his past. Never know when his dang parents might escape prison and hunt him down... he was the reason why they were caught anyway, after he found out about all this... with the help of his friend at least... To think he was the reason why he went to necromancy in the end instead of using miracle magic... He shook his head.
"Lets just get that thing to town please." he says. He then look at lion.
"You tell him if you want about what I said. I don't feel like repeating myself after all this." he then says, in a voice that sounded a bit like he wanted to cry, but he hold back. He shook his head afterwards as he goes to move the thing. | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,395 | 1,456 | 19 | 732 | 8,842 | Nile's the name, pleasure's my game. Nile said, rather pleased as she'd just thought that up. "The second ones for me too but I guess we can share." Nile's curiosity was perked by his strange comment. "Doesn't come off does it? Oh I'm sure I could get all of your clothes off, one way or another . . ." Any further speculation was cut off by someone bursting in and asking for help. Normally she was against work but she did enjoy wurm meat and could make a bit more cash on the side. Sounded like a pretty good deal. "Well we can worry about that later tall and handsome. Lets go after that shael before he gets too far off, k?" Nile asked and downed the rest of her mug with a loud sigh indicating her pleasure with the drink and got up, heading off in the right direction, seemingly assuming that her unwitting companion would follow. Whether he did or not was not really any concern of hers. | "Beer's on me! Well really on you, but I'm holding the coin purse."
Name
Niles
Nickname/Alias
-I prefer Nile
-Pest
-Rodent
-****
Race
Neth: Rat
Gender
Female
Age
19
Personality
Nile is a care-free spirit, more interested in having fun then responsibilities. Seriousness is like a plague, it just drains your strength and is a bunch of trouble. You don't deserve to laugh at someone else if you can't laugh at yourself a little. Still, if you manage to find something Nile has taken a stand on, don't expect her to back down. Some might accuse her of being frivolous and naive, they'd be dead wrong. It's not like Nile is an assassin beneath that happy face of hers but she knows the rough and tumble of life.
Appearance
Much like shown, though remove the boiling flask and make the robes a little more baggy and covering. The hood covers her ears and masks her face while pulled up. The color of her fur is similar to tan lines, the parts more protected from the sun and covered by clothing are more white, well the other exposed hairs and turned brown.
Height:
4 feet 8 inches and not getting much taller.
Weight:
100 pounds-ish
Magic:
Illusion
Class:
Trickster
Weapons/Items
-Small knife, good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, also good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, you know you can never have too many meat cutting knives.
-Several more small knives.
-Small bottle of poiso- seasoning. For meat. It makes sure it doesn't move for a while. Yeah...
-Small lute, good for making money.
Strengths
Musician
Nile is a natural hand at playing instruments and her music is surprisingly enthralling, even without a little magic to make things more exciting.
Expert Novice
Nile can't create an army out of thin air, but she's very experience with the little magic's she does know how to do. Full on invisibility is a little out of her reach, but she can spit out smaller cantrips like a woodchuck. Can chuck wood. If a woodchuck could chuck wood. But she can't chuck wood because she's not a woodchuck that can chuck wood. You get the idea.
Quick Hands
Nile has fingers that only a musician can boast of. Long, nimble, strong, perfect for plucking strings, tossing a knife, or pocketing some cash thrown at her. Don't be surprised if they move faster than you can keep up with.
Weaknesses
Gimp
Nile's right arm is a bit smaller than her other one and is good for little more than making obscene gestures and holding small objects.
Troublemaker
While Nile has a very good danger sense, or perhaps because of that, she has a tendency to get into trouble. Whether its a particular rowdy song, a snide remark too many, Nile has a way of making things worse.
Smol
Neth are just naturally smaller than other races and Nile is no exception. She would never win an arm-wrestling contest with a Tothum or be able to bust down a solid oak door. Nile has many strengths, but none of them are in her strength.
Techniques
Ooooh fighting. Yeah, Nile tends to avoid that. If she had to Nile would rely on using her illusion magic to distract her opponent long enough to stab them or run away. Maybe both. Call it "Stab and Run"?
Theme Song
Possible TBA |
53,396 | 1,456 | 20 | 2,396 | 104 | Atlas was glad Thorvald, as he introduced, was relieved someone came to his aid. Although it made her wonder as to why no one else would help him. She disappointedly wondered if it was because he was a Shael. He seemed so nice as well, although there could be more than meets the eye with strangers. For all they knew, he was leading them to their death. Instead, the way back to where they last saw Thorvald and a few others was rather pleasant. They kept at a decent pace as Atlas and Rykiar, who lazily rode on the cow's back once more, gazed at the scenery. Well, it was nice now that they weren't wandering around in circles starving and had a decent idea where civilization was.
As they walked, following the flying Shael, Atlas was of course having an internal dilemma once more. This time about whether or not they should apologize or at least say something about it being them who stole part of the wurm. It felt kind of wrong going back to the scene of the crime, and making more coin off of these people. Is it actually a crime to steal half a monster from someone? I mean some places cut off your hand for stealing bread, what about a wurm? the Tothum thought with worry. She then wondered why she was worried in the first place. Perhaps something having to do with her mouse friend's safety.
They had arrived not too long, or it was long, she wasn't really paying attention. A light snoring sounded behind her, indicating Rykiar had fallen asleep on the ride over. She downright smacked him with her tail, figuring dropping him twice that day was a bit too much from the already tired Neth. He of course woke up, and could already feel the burn of his glare at her from waking him.
"I'm Rykiar and she's Atlas." The mouse introduced to the group, acting as though they haven't seen them before. Atlas played along, not saying much as always to others but giving an acknowledging nod to them. She could feel the tension in the air between the two who may have been left behind as Thorvald went to fetch help. Perhaps the two needed another sort of help, something along the lines of couple counseling. The traveling companions both looked at each other, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.
The vulpine wanted to get right to business, seeming to be a bit on the emotional side. How in the world were they going to do this though? Between the five of them, the Lah'na and herself had would probably do most of the heavy lifting. She knew Rykiar wasn't going to much, and she sort of wished she wasn't able to as well. This thing was heavy the first time she carried it. That time she was also using her transformation, but now she feared they'd recognize her. Was the money even worth this? | Name: Atlas Bentpine.
Race:
Tothum.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
23.
Additional Info
Personality:
Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do.
Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at.
She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh
Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar.
Appearance:
Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray.
Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance.
As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily.
Height:
7'3 ft.
Weight:
250 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Transformation.
Class:
Wanderlusty Nomad
Weapons/Items:
Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings.
Strengths:
-Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack.
-Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to.
Weaknesses:
-Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough.
-She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count.
-Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right.
-Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her.
Techniques:
Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as:
Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense
Sharp claws/fangs/horns
Wings
Growth in size and strength
But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
Come on you hermit, you never fight back |
53,397 | 1,456 | 21 | 982 | 1,162 | Eventually, the silence and awkwardness of the situation was alleviated with Thorvald's timely return. Alongside the avian were a bovine woman and a small rodent man, the lion just grunted in displeasure, great more people to worry about. It was somewhat fine when it was just him, Thorvald and Erion, but how many more must they take alongside them? Will they have to pick up everyone who happens to have a sob-story with them and make them join out of pure pity? Will they have to pick up every ragtag duo or trio of adventurer's they happen to come across? If he didn't know any better, they must be building an army of some sort. Perhaps he was just overthinking things and reluctantly introduced himself to the ones named Rykiar and Atlas. After the formalities were over, Ymahr turned to face Thorvald, telling him that nothing in particular happened. He was lying by the skin of his teeth, if only to avoid making things worse.
The fox glanced back at him and he simply turned the other way saying that he would rather not. If at least to protect his privacy. Without another word the lion approached the carcass and waited for the others to come and lift the thing. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
53,398 | 1,456 | 22 | 2,529 | 75 | While Getting off the ship, Varm one more time watched lah'na. Her name was Faela, she was low, about 5.3 feet and it was possible to determine her age for about 22 years.
Are you going with me or you are going to stay here?
I am going with you, but it doesn't mean that I like you. Where are you going to go?
I am not sure I hope that we will manage to get to Tel'eth.
Varm bought supplies for several days in the tavern and headed to the gates of city, on the way he met many beggars sitting along the road and having hope to go through another day, after the exit from the city Varm decided to not held with main route and move to side foot-path, it was exposed to the attacks of monsters but being attacked by the bandits was equal zero, this Varm was afraid of most, losing a valuable object he was walking with. Varm decided to hold with main route after reaching it, together with them a lot of Other species was trying to move forward.Crowd - good place to hear many gossips and tales.
I heard that the group of warriors defeated vurm in the areas of city nearby.
Someone served you a nice tale, impossible, defeating vurm, maybe it was small one.
Varm listened to these and other tales, knowing that majority of them is the devised steak of flummery.
Defeating vurm, someone would be so much insane to do that or maybe someone was that crazy to imagine this. | Name: Varm Qua'reth.
Nickname: "Meditator"
Race: Sak'all, Crocodile.
Gender: Male.
Age: 29.
Additional Info
Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business
Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage.
While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid.
He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve.
Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored.
Height: 6.1 feet.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Fight related
Magic: Enchanting
Class: Monk
Weapon :
Self maded Blades, like This on picture
Strengths:
Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal.
Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed
Weaknesses:
Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks
Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo
Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training. |
53,399 | 1,456 | 23 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Even with all the help we got, transporting the heavy creature took longer than I wanted it to... I suppose that had something to do with the fact that I wasn't all too great at using my legs... heck, the only times I'd normally use them is if I was forced to the ground, or if I was inside a building or cave. Once we got there, we sold it to a few folk, including the blacksmith, a nin'tah, and probably a foreigner like myself. He didn't like getting pulled away from his work, and his accent was almost too thick for me to understand him, but, thankfully, just like the others, we negotiated a price for the scales of the thing... and, just like the rest of the times, I decided against keeping any of the money for myself, which, in turn, made everyone else's cut of the pay larger. We finally made it back, and the other two didn't seem to want to join us, just as well, it seemed like Ymahr wasn't very comfortable around them. "Well, sorry that took so long, but, at least now we can explore that enchanted forest, right?" I tried to cheer my teammates up, a little bit, but, judging from what I know of their personalities, that was a tall order. Why do I always get the stone-faced loners? I thought to myself as I cheerily headed into the forest that somehow JUST recently became enchanted. Any number of things could happen to us as soon as we step foot in there, heck, for all we know, one of us could change into a frog, or we could grow a second head, or something. Of course, the most common thing would be nothing at all to happen JUST from stepping foot in the forest, but, sometimes it pays to know what might happen coming into a situation. | Thorvald Greyfeather
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod
Race:
Shael, falcon
Gender:
Male
Age:
30
Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.
He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.
Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.
Height:
4'2"
Weight:
80lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.
Class:
Dragoon
Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.
Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.
Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.
Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.
Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.
Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.
Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.
Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case. |
53,400 | 1,456 | 24 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion nodded as he moved and breath deeply, shaking his head a bit. He probably gonna need to tell that bird later... about what kind of magic he uses. Also.... he may have to go and tell his story to the others to make them understand the reason why he even is like this now. He hated a bit having to tell his story, but he didn't see any other choice here.
"Enchanted forest... wonder what kind of magic we will find there. Hope we don't end up having to fight a creature that knows hexes... cause that would definately not be fun." he then says calmly. Some spirits around him were flying around, talking.
"Who wanna bet that Jim gonna come back in less then one hour?" one of the spirits said.
"Nah.... 3 times in one day like that. He is probably taking a break now... or trying to find another way to be annoying" Another one of them said.
"Like what... playing the trombone and breaking our ears?" another said.
"We don't even have ears. What you even talking about." The first one to talk said.
"You know what I meant." The last one said. Erion breath deeply as he heard what the soul said. He said something in a low tone.
"Hes probably come back at night to annoy us like heck again." he says. The souls turned to him, and then sighed all together.
"Right... like last time..." One of them then said | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,401 | 1,456 | 25 | 982 | 1,162 | Ymahr panted and heaved, that Wurm certainly took a lot out of them more than he expected. Even then, it almost looked like he and Atlas were the ones doing most of the work, which was understandable for the most part, he couldn't really expect much from the others, but even then their efforts weren't in vain, for the most part. When they set foot in the village, the lion could't have been more glad to get the thing off their backs, everyone even got a fair share of gold for all their hard work. Right now, what the man could't do to just get a room at an inn and rest for the entire day, maybe even put that money to good use, however Thorvald made mention of the Enchanted Forest that piqued their interests a moment ago and his ears lit up, resting can wait, exploration of that forest could definitely yield some sort of bounty. Even then, the experience alone would be enough to satisfy his need. Although he wasn't exactly welcoming of the bovine and rodent from earlier, he wouldn't have mind exploring with them in the forest, maybe, just maybe.
"Well what are we wasting time here for? Let's make haste."
He said to the two, as he looked back at Erion the lion could only hope that their entire misunderstanding from earlier was now water under the bridge. Besides, arguing about it anymore than that would just cause more disparity, and right now they needed to get their heads together if they want to make their venture into the forest at least somewhat enjoyable. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
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