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#1 gothador_solidus

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Posted 20 May 2004 - 08:27

I figure we need a thread for character profiles, so yeah, this can be it, I guess.

Name: Solidus
Species: Angel...Seraph to be precise.
Age: Ageless.
Occupation: Monster slayer
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'4
Weight: 85kg

Appearance: Medium build, muscle is not sharply defined, but toned. Long black hair tied back, short goatee and moustache. Combat armour, dented and scratched in places, a simple hood hides his face for the most part. Long wavering tendrils of light extend from his shoulder blades and serve as wings, suspending him from the ground and moving as he wills, like the tentacles of a squid.

History: He doesn't consciously remember anything before waking up in a Beltaine Blade encampment. His only possessions were a signet ring, a strange single edged sword and dented and scratched suit of armour when found; laying unconscious on the wrong side of a Hellgate. He has knowledge - that is he knows things, but most of what he knows he cannot explain how he knows it - understanding of the demonic mind and patterns of behavior, social and family structures, close quarter and melee combat tactics. He cannot remember a thing about himself, or the at least twenty years of life before. Since waking up he has fought for the Beltaine Blade, slain countless monsters and pit fiends like it was second nature, it is all he lives for now, his means of survival.

During one of his crusades he came across a decrepit monastery. Taking shelter for the night within, he was haunted by spectres of his horrific past, before the Beltaine found him. A homeworld annihilated in a war between a great evil and two divine races and his salvation from destruction by some unknown agent. Awakening he was in an empty clearing, whether the monastery was but a dream, or delusion of his fractured psyche, is uncertain.

Pursuit of a particularly elusive fiend led him from the physical realms into the ethereal plane, once there he was drawn to the site of a swirling vortex. Approaching, his signet began to resonate as it came closer to the vortex, reaching out he touched the ring to the energy and suddenly he was somewhere else. Blinding white light surrounded him and he felt truly insignificant compared to the light. What followed felt as much a hallucination as real, he was lifted up by the light, borne away, destroyed, and reborn anew, a facet of the light. Snaking tendrils of pure energy, and an inner light marked his ascension to Seraph.

~Solidus
Dark Knight of the Beltaine Blade

#2 gothador_adreadia

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Posted 21 May 2004 - 21:35

so Solidus.. since its your Character that started this would you care to grace us with the first Character description?

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Posted 23 May 2004 - 17:41

Full Name: Tellos-Fane Mooncalf

Title: Arch-Chancellor of the Order of Chaos

Age: 27

Appearance: Shoulder length black hair tied back in a ribbon, blue eyes, clean shaven, heavily tanned and well muscled with a trim middle. Has a scar on the right side of his forehead from a sword-fight during his pirate days.

Height: 5"10

Personality: Reflective, hearty, friendly, ruthless, calm.

Hates: Knights, any undead, rich humans/greenskins.

Will not kill: Animals such as rats and bats.

History:
Tellos was born far east away from the city of Gothador, in the highland city of Yamamiko. His father, Ryoken Mooncalf was a fisherman by trade, but was also a master of both the martial art Hamarike (the way of the magician-fighter), and the sword. When younger, Ryoken served in the imperial army as a well-respected warrior, eventually going on to train the budding imperial guards of the time. But with the death of the Emperor in the war, and also the deaths of his officers, Ryoken was left without a profession after the war, so he turned to fishing to earn a wage for his two sons, Tellos-Fane and Haraki.

Ryoken at last contracted a common fisherman’s disease thought to be caught from a rare breed of fish in the eastern ocean. Before he succumbed to the illness entirely he taught everything he knew of fighting to both his sons. Day in and day out he taught them first how to command the forces of nature around him, to channel the magic energy of the world into one's self and use it to enhance their natural speed and strength. Then he taught them how to use the Katana better than some of the masters of Yamamiko themselves.

When he died, his fishing boat was left to his youngest Son, Tellos, while his blade, and the duty of fighting as representative of the house Mooncalf in the Imperial Army, was given to his elder Son, Haraki. Tellos spent his days fishing out in the ocean, while sailing home every day he would practice with the blade and meditate. Tellos came to love all nature around him, the animals, the sky, the mountains. He would sometimes sit in the forest alone and listen to the very voice of nature, the feelings in the deep of the trees. And while he came to love nature, he came to grow tired of the city and the noise, the order found within and the very structure of living that he came to see as being a prison to the working man - just as his father had been at the end.

Five years passed, and Tellos-Fane Mooncalf went from being a young man of 18 to a man of 23 years old. His brother was sent off in a war against a neighbouring civilization of Dwarves, but sadly, Haraki never returned ... lost in the call of duty they said. Tellos, now the only surviving Mooncalf, came to resent everything about the government that in the end had destroyed and murdered both his Father and his Brother. His Father had died because he was subject to a life of poverty - even after he had served his nation so well in the wars, and his Brother had been ordered into a war against a nation of peoples he didn't hate in the least ... and he had died for his loyalty. All around him Mooncalf saw people starving because rich Lords and Ladies dined every night on jewel-encrusted plates of gold and platinum, he saw disease on the streets which could be cured if the doctors responsible were not off massaging the feet of a fat businessman. Hypocrisy, death and unfairness stared him blank in the face, and all of it marched under one banner - the banner of civilization.

To push him to the last, his Empire came to him demanding that he take his Brother's place on the battlefield against the Dwarves - a battle against a people he actually admired, and for a nation he despised. Tellos-Fane Mooncalf refused and easily killed the guards who came to him, making his escape into the night aboard his small fishing vessel, his destination unknown.

Eventually he was boarded by a pirate vessel named The Fighter and taken captive. The general law of pirates is that they kill captives who might report their position and status to nearby authorities, but Mooncalf put up a fight such as they had never seen the likes of from an unarmed man. The Captain of the vessel, a lady of extraordinary charm and strength, was impressed by the easterling's spirit as well as his command of subtle body-enhancing magic, and so she allowed him to remain on the vessel while they learned more about him. Naturally it took Mooncalf a time to learn the language of the foreign pirates, but by the time he did he had already befriended most of the crew and the Lady Captain Maria Hawk. They believed his story about his rebellion and got him to work as a general crewman, who also took the time to teach swordplay to the younger crewmen.

The young easterling would spend his free time drinking and telling lewd jokes with the likeable rogues on board, for, by nature Tellos was a hearty person - warm hearted and a lover of humour and common people. Mooncalf soon got to know Captain Hawk intimately, and before long they were officially lovers. She told him why she was a pirate, and her story appealed to him; they took back all the blood money of greedy merchants, slave traders and war galleons, they sunk ships which carried gold, and let pass ships that carried food. Maria Hawk's philosophies on life appealed to Mooncalf and reminded him much of what he had thought over the years. Maria herself had been a rich merchants daughter, but had grown sick of the obsessive materialism, and angry at those who had forgotten what was truly important in life, and more importantly what was not. She introduced Mooncalf to the nature of "Chaos", spoke of with fondness bordering on religious fanaticism. To let nature take over, she said, was to abolish one man's hold on another man's life, and to go back to nature was to go back to how life was intended to be lived. The cities were an abomination - on this point Mooncalf agreed - and no city had been built on the back of the rich, always on the backs of the poor and unfortunate. To take away laws from a civilization would be to make people understand why morals were as morals are - make them understand through experience, not through threats of punishment.

And so she was a pirate, and spread chaos across the high seas, establishing a balance that would be gone if it were not for the likes of her. Every city they came to she showed them the death and poverty and, most despicably the volatile control over every person. And every river they sailed down she showed them the peace and freedom there, what could be available to every person if they could strip themselves from the mindless wrap of the city life.

It was when they came to Gothador, 3 years later that Mooncalf finally understood. Never had he seen such a pool of decadence and empty meaning, and nowhere was there a yard of nature in sight ... it made him sad and it made him angry. It was then that he made his decision to leave The Fighter and his pirate life behind him. He would become a freedom fighter for both the defiled nature in this baron necropolis, and for the oppressed poverty-stricken people chained to the brick streets. Most importantly he would bring Chaos to the streets of Gothador, split order, law and government until vines wrapped themselves up 3 story buildings and trees grew out from under the cobbles themselves.

The Chaos Alliance was born.

#4 Trimere

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Posted 23 May 2004 - 19:42

Wait...isn't the title an oxymoron? OOC(Out Of Character) Character Profiles? lol I'm confused. :? Do I put me...or my character. lol :lol:

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Posted 23 May 2004 - 20:29

hahaha I sat here reading the post over and over thinking about whether to move it or not.. but I was confused too!! Cause like.. its an ooc post to reply ic???? strange.. but w/e

#6 gothador_solidus

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Posted 30 May 2004 - 22:03

It is a description of what the character is like, not their own opinion of what they are like.

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Posted 06 June 2004 - 21:37

Name: Foxine
Species: 2/3 Human 1/3 Fox
Age: 14
Occupation: Unofficial member of Jade Phoenix
Hair: Black
Eyes: Teal
Height: 5'6"
Appearance: A slender girl with a silver fox tail and silver fox ears. Wears a blue/purple kimono, with a cherry blossom pattern, and sliver slip on shoes and a teal necklace with one silver bead that has a star and a tassel on it. Also has her hair up in a VERY loose ponytail.

History: She really, though she looks 14 is about 5... she was a genetic experiment. She was the first combination of an animal and a human. She knew that she was made for more that just tests; she was not only an experiment. She left in the night and left in the cargo hold of a ship. One of the first stops was Gothador, it didn't sound friendly but it was better then a cramped cargo holds. After about a week she meet a girl named Jadis. They became friends and she decided to work behind the scenes in the cult Jade Phoenix.
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Posted 05 July 2004 - 00:08

Name: Nikko

Description: 5'2" 110lbs green (oriental) to the jaw line, straight and black... sometimes worn in a messy bun or untied.

Age: 27 yrs old but appears like 18

Appearance: Often dressed in a school girl uniform (short plaid skirt, white button up shirt with gray vest)...think GoGo

Personality: street girl that isn't above getting her hands dirty, her only goal in life is to survive and have fun doing it

#9 mamori

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Posted 03 August 2004 - 06:36

alias: mamori
Species: Human(kitsune avatar)
Age: 18
Occupation:
Hair: brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'10"
Tail/ears(while hybrid): gray


While not his true name, he goes by the alias Mamori(meaning "protection" in japanese). mamori was sent to the realm of gothador in a last attempt to escape from being captured by spirit hunters. his unique form of avatar allows for immortality as his fox spirit(which keeps him ageless) is not so much spirit as soul. This result leaves him with a rare trait among his kind.

mamori is very skilled in his sixth sence and has practiced in Akasic, Ju-Fo, and wind/ice elemental magics. On top of these studies he has practiced various form of martial arts and the japanese sword style "ice wind." however, there is also a mysterious mark on his left palm, which he keeps wrapped in runeward bandages,refuseing to show the mark to any.

while the spell he cast to bring him to gothador succeeded, it also somehow managed to strip him of most his power. So for now he fights, as it seems the more experience he gets, the more of his power returns, perhaps even stronger than before...


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Posted 03 August 2004 - 08:43

Name: PolarBear.
Species: Ursus Maritimus Sapien.
Age: Hold paws up to monitor to represent bear-years.
Occupation: Traveller on the road of existence.
Hair: Translucent hollow fibres, with softer warmer layer underneath.
Eyes: Black and glinting with a gleam of hidden menace/passion.
Ears: Only one, which give his head a slightly lop-sided appearance.
Tail: Short and stumpy. :?
Height: 10' 4".
Weight: About a tonne (and it's all muscle babe).

History: The result of the union of an inquisitive Polar Bear and an over amorous animal handler, PolarBear is the future of bear/humanoid evolution. Able to cope with any situation the realms of Gothador can through at him, he ventures ever onward hoping to meet his equal in mortal combat.

Special skills: Innate cunning which has seen him quickly rise to be one of the top ten player killers :twisted:

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Posted 03 August 2004 - 15:02

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha :lol: I love it polarbear(still chuckling)

Name: Timass
species: formerly a human
Age: alot older than I seem
Occupation: Mistro
Second Occupation: Looking after myself, and more resently other members of the Shetani
Hair: Black and very messy
Eyes: Blue like the ocean and just as volatile
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 175 Lbs
wears: A long black non-descript trench coat
Plays: An organ of bone, a fender strat, and a varo. Oh yeah and hamsters, can't forget the hamsters :twisted: .

I look really skinny, but appearances can be quite distracting, especially right before a dagger ends up in you back :twisted:

History: none as far as you're concerned, but I might decide to reveal more later(i.e. I don't want to write one out right now 8) )

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Posted 04 August 2004 - 18:59

Full Name: Yvenna

Aka: Mistress Savage (for her notorious ruthlessness & brutality)

Age: appears in her mid to late 20s

Height: 5' 9"

Build: slim & fit - feminine muscle definition

Hair: Thick, copper-red hair that extends mid-back with white-blonde streaks often twisted in various braiding styles

Eyes: sparkling hazel of sea green & aqua blue are narrow and cat-like

Lips: full & soft, commonly have a deep mocha tint that compliments her ivory skin tone

Appearance: commonly clad in suede or leather pants of brown or black, knee or thigh-hi boots, and tops that range from bikini-like to full blouses (it takes a VERY unique occasion to find her in a dress, though it does occur from time to time); always carrying weapons of some sort - her fav & most used being the 6-ft long bullwhip at her hip

Markings: has numerous scars from battles over the years & tattoos that reveal tiny insights to her history and life if she'll allow you to discover them

Personality: Mysterious above all else; cold, abrasive, seductive, tempting, harsh, ruthless, selfish, unforgiving - a softer side is buried deep within but she's found no use for it as of yet

Skills: a survivor and a leader; expert in most types of weaponry and strategy; quickly learns and adapts while pushing the limits of her environment

History: Her earliest memories are of playing in a forest with the first mother-figure she ever knew, a lovely leopard, which had cared for her from infancy to the tiny age of about 5. During one of her adventurous outings, the toddler stumbled across a village and curiously ventured closer. Seeing beings like herself excited and intrigued her, and the girl began regular visitations, learning new levels of thievery and mischief quickly. It wasn't long, however, before the semi-young woman who ran a small bakery finally caught the lil fox that had been nabbing the tasty pastries from her shop, and she was more than surprised to discover the 'wild child'.

The woman, who was unable to have children of her own, talked her husband into allowing them to adopt the small child and dubbed her Yvenna. Of course, the untamed girl was hesitant of the new living arrangements and frequently 'escaped' to the comfort of her wooded origins. It would be almost a year of struggle before her new parents accepted her attachment to the forest AND Yvenna accepted the comfort and security of a 'traditional' family. Love and compromise would indeed make for a unique and extraordinary growth.

Yvenna eventually developed like any other exceptional young woman, and triumphed at virtually any challenge she was presented. She was considered a true native of the people and was embraced warmly. As the teen years came, the usual thrills of adolescence caused as much grief as it did joy, and it was clear that Yvenna was commonly the ringleader of whatever trouble was at hand. Puppy-loves came and went, and as maturity began to settle in her first "true" love presented itself in the form of a young man called Tristan who was 3 years her elder. Her parents could not scoff at this bond because even at 19, Yvenna was a secure and mature young woman.

Yvenna and Tristan spent many hours horseback riding, wandering in the forest (where Yvenna still held strong bonds to the wildlife and cared for her extended, leopard family that had also remained loyal to her over the years), and brushing up on their combat skills. Tristan obviously thought her skill was exceptional for a girl but viewed their bouts more as sport than actual training. She, however, was much more serious about her preparation - still bearing an undying survival instinct that was constantly hungering for appeasement and advancement. Something deep within told her she would need to be able to handle herself some day.

On the eve before she was to wed Tristan after a long and happy courtship, a battle broke out as a neighboring clan attacked their village. All the men rushed to the defense, and Yvenna disobeyed Tristan's wishes and took arms herself. It was a hard and bloody battle, but it was clear that with Yvenna and Tristan in the lead that their warriors would not be defeated. An enemy saw a small opportunity to take the valiant Tristan out of the equation and shot an aggressive arrow. Yvenna, catching the motion from the corner of her eye, dove to protect her love - the arrow puncturing her back brutally. Tristan caught her as she fell from her horse then charged at the shooter in a rage. With a swift swipe of his sword, the foe's head tumbled to the ground. As the remainder of their rivals fled in defeat, Tristan held Yvenna lovingly as she drifted off. He carried her to the temple in which they were to wed and placed her on the alter. There would be a funeral held instead.

Tristan knelt by her side in utter despair throughout the night, and as the dawn came he stood to bid her one last kiss. He didn't notice the depth of warm still to her lips, but he jumped back startled when her hand squeezed his. Her lashes fluttered, and she moaned softly as she labored to wake. Tristan stumbled backward, and as Yvenna rose her eyes clenched shut from a ray of sunlight. When she was able to focus, a warm smile spread over her lips as she looked on her love, but that smile quickly faded as sheer horror and disgust was clear on his visage. She tried to speak to him, but he cut her off instantly, declaring witchcraft and devilry at work. He dashed from the temple bellowing the evil at work and that a demon had arisen. Yvenna sat cold – her entire world crumbling before her. Other villagers gathered to investigate Tristan's hysteria, and they arrived just in time to find Yvenna propped back on her horse with a small satchel of supplies. As they immediately began to spit curses on her, she could only stare blankly at the man she had intended to spend the rest of her life with. She gave a single nod to her silently shocked parents standing behind Tristan then kicked as hard as she could with a resounding "YAAHH" to thrust the steed forward. Galloping into the distance, a bold, spotted beast leapt from the edge of the nearby forest and began following the flaming beauty.

In the following years Yvenna would travel to worlds of all sorts, learning whatever she could to increase her chances of survival. It was not long before she took up piracy and became one of the most feared creatures of the seas – as beautiful and deadly as any siren that had ever existed. Allure surpassed only by aloofness, there is no doubting that there is more to her than meets the eye. Her extensive travels have now brought her into this new and strange land called Gothador. She still knows not what her true destiny may be or what she may still be evolving into, but Yvenna shall face the fates bravely and even callously if need be. Weakness does not become her, and those of this realm will learn that in due time.

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Posted 28 August 2004 - 05:41

Loesch

age:eternally 18
species: angel
Hair: varies deppending on the light and situation, could be any color in any spectrum
eyes: match the hair
height: 5' 9"
appearence: serverly cut musculature, covered in the finest, rarest items from through out the lands

As a human child his parents fleed their planet as the only known survivors only to meet their death upon their arrival to gothador in a bloody encounter with the Ogre King. He grew up in the wilds of Gothador training one thing on his mind to avenge his parents. He awoke one day in a monastery of the Order of the Shadow Oak. He learned quickly and improved himself as he followed their strong leadership and guidance. He became physically stong and mentally tougher. Loesch worked for the monastery as a crusader to try and force the balance in nature back to equillibrium until the fatful day he came upon the Ogre King. After a long and strenuous battle he stood victorious. But this action of revenge began to effect him as he came across the lesser creatures and noticed their sorrow and anguish.

Having fulfilled his promise to avenge his parents he became lost to the teachings of the order. A warrior monk, he wandered the realms of Gothador eventually falling into a group of elite warriors calling themselves the Omega Cell. Working along side some of the best and most deivious warriors of Gothador his skills developed even further until he realized what he had become since he had killed the Ogre King. He saw the devious methods of one of his earliest teachers and became outraged. He swore to not become what the Ogre King had been to him. so he left.

He wandered for a while. Then upon receiving a post from a member of The Sword and The Chrysanthemum and having previously seen the teamwork and variety of skills and talents decided to help them in their works.

A love quickly came into his heart and left even quicker leaving him void of almost every emotion, only anger bubbling to the surface here and there.

More recently his former teacher, respected and experienced through out the realms, came asking for a donation. Unwilling to help in his decietful plans his teacher severly wounded Loesch sending him to the nearest place for help. He awoke once again on the steps of a monastery he opened the large oak door this time and stepped onto a cloud. A breif boiling conversation with the maker and he was soon back walking the Dark Forest a pair of wings on his back, a fallen angel sent back to help the little people ;)

Oh and since there aren't any real drinking spots in Gothador, he likes to wander the Dark forest experimenting with these strange mushrooms and grabs some weed for his pipe everyonce and a while. ;) 8)

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Posted 28 August 2004 - 07:10

Full Name: Prince Arsiquil Greyswandir

Aka: Seraphim

Species: Human

Age: 30

Occupation: Nanaean Knight , Monk.

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 200lbs, Solidly built from years of martial training

Hair: Thick, Mahogany colored hair that is braided

Eye color: Emerald green

Appearance: Moorish and greek decent, from Ard-Byzanthium an empire to the south-east, He is commonly clad in light flowing robes when not dressed in plate armor.

Markings:

Personality: A warrior, defender of the weak, patient, kind, fierce, extreme.


History: His story is posted here, Its a good read
http://s7.invisionfr... ... owtopic=79

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Posted 27 September 2004 - 04:11

Alias: Count Grim
Name: Simeon Grim
Age: Unknown,appears to be about 29-31
Occupation: Formerly an assassin,location currently unknown.

Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Hair: Silver,short
Eyes: Burning red
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 295 pounds
Build: Large

History: Almost completely known.

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Posted 27 September 2004 - 05:19

Full Name: Persuai Time

Species - Elf

Age: mid-20s to humans

Height: 5' 3"

Build: short, and thin, Muscles that shape her body to have perfect curves.

Hair: Shoulder length and layered. Color that changes to match the tone of the weather

Eyes: brillant green eyes, maps to distance realms not certain to the untrained eye.

Appearance: Black tattered rags, a necklace with a glass ball on the end. The necklace holds the key to her existants. She carries herself as if she were the most beautiful creature since the creation of time. She walks as if she were flying over the ground. Her fingernails are a true sight, shaped as if they were claws.

Markings: Birth marks next to both eyes, equally apart. I tatoo on her back of an angel and a devil on a scale.

Personality: True flirt, she is pleasing to the senses. She uses her eyes to hypnotyze the creatures she runs into to fall to her every command. She is very smart in her ways.

Skills: Hypnotyzing, killing without fear, hiding in the shadows.

History: She was human once. When she was a mere child of 6, her parents were angels. She always had a dark side about her, her parents saw it. One day, she was caught playing with her father's doom blade. They had enough of her dangerous behavior. They banished her from their family, with nothing, but a slam of a heavy door. She had no where to go, she had nothing to do. She wandered the woods around the city of Traend, learning the ways of how to kill for food and how to live off the land.

On the day of her 23rd birthday, 17 years of living alone and with no one, she encountered a old women. Persuai thought nothing of her, she wasn't going to help her, no one would ever help. The old women called out to her:

"Preettty giiirrrl, pprreeeetttttty prrrrretttyy girrlllll. Wooulld yoouu bee soo kindd to heeellllpp an ollld woommmen out? I cannn reeewaardd yoouu..."

Persuai didn't know what to do, she had never spoken to anyone for such a long time she didn't know what to do. She looked over the woman, thought for a while and went with her instint.

"What can I do for you, and more important, why would you want to reward me?"

The old woman chuckled, "Yooouu havvve a poooowwerrr to yoooouuu. I ccccannn mmmakke youuu grrreeeaatt sooommmee daaayy..."

Intreged by the womans advances she wondered what kind of a task she had to do to be what she called great.

"What is the task you have in mind? I have no money, or skills that would help you.."

"III juuuusstt nnnneeeddd youuuu too rrreeead meee my chiiiillldd's lllleeettterrr shhhee wroootee meee. Caannn yooouu reeeaad ittt?"

She held out a letter that was short in length, Persuai knew she had no choice, but to read it to her. Persuai walked over to the woman and took the letter.

"Dear ol' Manet,

I can't see why you are even still alive and here. You have fallen off of 20 story trees and lived, been stabbed in the chest 4 times right into your heart and have no scars? I just can't believe it, the town even know about you and are planning your demise. You must run. They will kill you tonight.

Love dearly,
Frain"

The old women smiled, she took the letter and went over to what look to be a cave enterance. She went in and poked her head out again to ask:

"Willll youuuu cooommee innnn. I wannnttt too heeelppp youuuu..."

Knowing she had nothing to live for, and nothing to lose she followed her heart was beating. The inside of cave wasn't a cave really, it looked more like a witch's castle. Potions and a caldron were all the room really had.

"I'mmm gooooiiinnnggg tttooo giivvveee yyyooouuu aa giiiffft. AAA vvveeerry pooowweerrfuuull giiiffft. Sooommmeeethiinngg. Thatttt willll cchhhannge eeevverryythiinngg abbooouuut yoooouu. Youuuu willlll nooott remmmemmbeerrr annnnyyythingggg fffrrrooommm theee mmmoommennntt yooouu goooo tooo slleeeppp annd yoou willll nooottt remmemmberrr mmee. Drriinnkk thhiisss, annddd yooouu will wakkke uppp innn a newww worrrlld."

Not knowing what would happen, wanting to ask so many questions like if she was going to run from the town or if she was going to be alright after she drank the vial, Persuai took the vial from the woman's hand and drank it.

She woke up in the world of Gothador. She wasn't ever the same ever again. She had changed species, and personality. She was ready for a new beginning.

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Posted 27 September 2004 - 06:05

Alias: The End

Real Name: Unknown

Race: Human

Age: Appears to be in his 30's, perhaps 40's.

Build: Almost 6 feet tall, a slightly stalky build, with thick arms.

Eyes: One blue, the other varies between green and brown.

Hair: Dark brown, at neck's length, messy.

Personality: A bite of a loner, The End perfers the company of himself, and sometimes, a select few others.

Skills: An avid miner and smelter, his attention is placed on none else than the eventual mastrey of Zircon.

History: A bit of a mystery, or perhaps there isn't much to know. The End declines to discuss his past, though he carries an obvious burden on his shoulders.

#18 gothador_boogieknigh

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Posted 01 October 2004 - 15:06

Name: Boogie Knight
Age: 19
Race: Normal-ass human
Height(Without hair): 6' 0"
Height(With hair): 6'6"
Appearance: Remnants of rented tux, has slacks, shirt is unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. Dons the most beutiful 'fro you ever laid eyes on.
Occupation: Funk Guardian

Bits of History:
On Earth The Man has been a persistant scourge, finally expeled into the bowels of the universe when nine magic pillars were erected. Among them is the Funk Pillar and like each pillar was assigned a guardian. Those responsible for the pillars were allied to a world called Nosgoth and so enemies of Nosgoth murdered the Funk Guardian. A replacement was chosen by the Pillar at the moment of his birth.
At 13, Boogie Knight was discovered to be the new Guardian and sent to Nosgoth on a mission to help the dying world (as chronicled in The Arena of the Nosgothic Realm). After 6 years he had limited success and returned to Earth to mourn the passing of his teacher, Rick James. At the funeral he had a run-in with his babymama, a succbus named Victoria, who wanted to get back custody and child support.
During the scuffle, Boogie's fiercest enemy, Angra Mainya (The Lord of Terror), appeared. Reincarnated and fueled by revenge, Angra Mainya stripped Boogie of his Guardian powers and sent him to the Realm of Gothador.
Now Boogie has to acquire what powers he can to survive and hopefully escape to fulfill his duty as Guardian. The real question is if Boogie can find a woman that won't violate him in his sleep.

#19 Kayla

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Posted 01 October 2004 - 15:43

Name: Kayla
Age : Around 20
Hair : Black
Eyes : Deep Brown

Likes : Herbal tea
Dislikes : Horses

History : I was born a Gothadorian as far as I know and grew up in one of the many villages scattered around the land. It was just me and my mother, she never spoke of her past or who my father was. I took up the sword to earn coin for the expensive medicines she needed when she fell ill. When she died I left the village. We had always been considered outcasts there anyway, though I never truly understood why. After a year or so, I wearied of my travels, of sleeping lightly every night under the stars, of being cold and sometimes hungry. And then I came to the Temple of Nanaea. I only meant to stay a night or two, to rest before I moved on. But something called to me and deep within me I felt a peace I had not felt in a long time and thus I stayed and was eventually asked to join the order of Knights. And so I took my oath.

#20 gothador_vampmonique

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Posted 07 October 2004 - 21:34

Codename: VampMonique Given name: Monique Chantal LaBarteaux
(Just call me Monique or Mo)

Age: I appear to be twenty-something to humans, but like my father Artheon. I have stopped aging now and I will forever appear to be this age.

Species: Half human/half God(dess) though those in my village of birth called me "Demon Eyes"

Appearance: Ice blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, long and curly. fair skinned. Measurements: 38, 24, 36.

Profession: Seductive assassin and wanderer

Abilities: ShodowSight, Psion, Summoner or Caller, Necromancer

History: Born in a small village known as Al' Maan-Dai, meaning "The Blessed Ones, my birth was one that fullfilled a forgotten prophetic warning. It was said that when my people who were long known for being lovers of peace turned to war to solve their conflicts with less powerful humans and other species that the God s would send forth from the heavens "Demon Eyes..."

From the ancient scrolls of my people: "The babe, that which shall come forth unto you as a womanchild. She shall have the face, voice and ways of one who is an Angel. She shall be placed in the in the womb of one of your firtile young maidens when your injustices are at their ripest. The babe's father shall not be of this world, but rather the God Artheon when his fury can be withheld no more. Ye shall know this event has come to pass when the moon glows crimson and all water boils. Take these warning to heart, least one be born that can overcome even the strongest of your warrors."

As modernization came to pass such scrolls were laughed at and debunked. My once peaceful village became greedy and corrupt. So finally the one who would be my mother, the village elders daughter, Aurelie, went to the temple to ask the Gods that she be chosen to bring the prophecy forth. She was unhappy and about to be married, by arrangement to a man she had no love for. Thus she was chosen, when the signs came that I was to be born, shock went through the village and a plot to kill my mother before I was ever born was formed. She ran and I was born on the run. I have never known a life of not running. My mother crossed over to the spirit realm shortly before my arrival in Gothador. I haven't the heart to wander further at the moment.


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