Appearance/Bio: He is headstrong and never plans ahead; rather, he charges blindly into battle. He has only a small patch of black hair near the back of his head in a greasy ponytail, he has bear skin armor, and a necklace covered with the index finger bones of anyone he killed.
Weapon: A large sword named, Ukari.
Last Edit: May 7, 2005 11:18:55 GMT -5 by Grog-min
"She's so obviosly a vampire queen drawing you close so her minioins can stick straws in you're heads!" "Then the purple rabit did a 360 in flap jawed space. I need scizzors. 69!"
Ooh I love Fantasy rpg's, can I join? If so this is my profile, if not ill delete my post.
First name: Ancaria
Last name: Ithirion
Nickname(s): Anca, Ith
Special 'super' powers: She is able to heal herself (though not always, her ability to heal herself depends on how tired she is). The ability to slow time (this is very energy absorbing, she doesn’t use this power much).
Race: Cantherion. A proud race that look and are much like humans. Their only exceptions are: - They live longer then humans do. - At the side of their ears they have an notch that is about 3 millimeters deep. - Their reflexes are a lot faster which makes them very agile.
Age: She’s over 584 years. No-one knows her age precisely. Age does little to appearance of her people, Cantherions are not immortal but they can reach the age of 3000 years.
Interests: She’s very interested in birds, especially eagles. Her mother once told her that at the time of her birth an eagle landed on the window frame of their house.
If there’s a fight she almost always joins the side/person she thinks is the good one. Fighting is one of her ambitions, she enjoys a good fight. Drawing is her other ambition.
Appearance: She is very tall(6’) due to her long legs, she is also slender. Her light crystal blue eyes give her a somewhat mysterious look. She has dark-brown waist length hair. Some of her tresses curl, her long hair is kept out of her face with a braid at each side of her head. Ancaria mostly wears green, red, blue and black. Therefore she wears an elegant red shirt with wide and long cut-in sleeves, dark blue pants with some tapes here and there. Under her trousers she wears knee-long black laced boots.
Personality: Ancaria has a somewhat fiery personality. She cant stand people who listen with half an ear, she thinks of it like this. If you aren’t interested then get out of my way, if you are you better pay attention. When a person meets her she can be a bit cold hearted and patronizing, Ancaria learned from the very beginning not to trust people quickly. They must prove themselves first of their good intentions. If their intentions prove to be wrong/bad they will be the ones who will get hurt. But when you get to know her she's a nice person to be around and she doesn’t make friends easily, but those she considers her friends are very dear to her. If there is anything she can do to protect them she will.. She is also very strong in her will and in her body. A natural ability of hers is fighting with knives.
Favourite hangout: Forests. Trees that is. She loves to sit/hang in a tree.
History: Ancaria grew up in a little family, her mother, her father and herself. Blindly she trusted her mother and father, and who can blame her after all they were her mother and father. But her father was not the right person to be trusted. When Ancaria was 15 (4 human years) he left them, never to return. Ancaria had grown stronger and better in fighting since he left. At the age of 55, when her mother died, she left her home to wander the worlds.
Special skills: The ability to heal others (little wounds) with her herbs and healing skills. Of course she cant fully heal some-one, there will always remain a scar. Very big wounds are beyond her healing powers. She can fight very good (with her sword). And she is very accurate when shooting an arrow from her bow.
Last Edit: May 8, 2005 20:20:34 GMT -5 by k'Zhirael
Appearance: She wears a brown hood over her light amour so she can move easily, but hide her face. Shoulder-length, wavy, light brown hair and green eyes. She's rather petite.
Personality: A quick, cunning little woman with an eye for treasure. She can lower herself to anything if she gains enough for it. Though she has a weakness for money, she's not stupid. Her skills are mainly things like pickpocket and persuade so she can get the best out of everything. A highly charismatic, intelligent and dexterous little rouge, though her constitution is low.
Background: She came from a family of rouges and so was taught a lot since childhood.
Name- Tham Rivencrest Age- 20 Weapon(s)- A long spear. It consists of a long metal pole, with a curved blade on the end. The pole is painted black, and the blade is etched with ornate designs. He also has a long knife in a red sash at his waist.
Appearence- He has short, black hair, with ice blue eyes. He wears black leather armor, giving him a better range of movement. His best armor, however, is his tremendous agility. Tham has three scars on his face from a childhood accident, which he keeps covered with a black piece of cloth wrapped around his head, showing only his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He usually keeps his armor covered by a cloak of some kind, usually either crimson or black.
Short History: After the destruction of his home village by the maurading undead hordes of the warlord Vain, Tham was forced to bring a second death to his newly reanimated father. Tham left his father buried under the burning embers of his home and made his way to the nearby city of Kerin, where he promptly hired himself out as a mercenary to one of the many opposing kingdoms.
Vain fell two years later when a cadre of magically enhanced warriors and wizards broke into his vault and found the series of amulets that powered his undying war machine. In the final battle, Tham was forced to fight his father again, though this time, the old man had been encased in enhanced armor of his own. It was only when Tham discovered that his spear was strengthened by the blood of his foes. It was only when that blade had drained the last drop of blood from the corpse that had been his father that Tham knew he had achieved victory.
Within hours of his father's final death, the wizards in the cadre had broken the connection of the amulets, and Vain's undead warriors fell where they stood.
Enhancements: In order to give him an edge against the deathless warriors he faced, Tham collected an assortment of items.
His boots increase his overall speed.
A silver pin in the shape of a raven allows him to form a gateway from the shadows once each day. The only downside is that it also gives him a constant sensitivity to light.
His spear absorbs the blood of his enemies everytime it pierces the skin. Over time it builds up a charge, evidenced by the orange glow that dances along the runes etched into it's surface. When released, the pent up energy runs along the blade before leaping towards the target in a whiplike fashion, wrapping around nearby enemies and cutting their flesh wherever it touches.
Name: Jason Joy Nickname: boss or jeff Age: 18 Wepons: the sword he killed his father with race: human Hieght: 6foot 7 appearance: Powers: changeing into smoke, minions, reading pasts. Makeing people relive his own past. Past: Born in Birchville, His parents never cared about him so he had to feed himself, and help himself to everything. When his parents divorced(when he was 6), he ran away to search for love. He lived on the streets for about a month, when an old man took him in. At the age of 10 he learned his way with words, and dreamed at becomeing a poet. he had watched what he had called his fatherput exparaments on animals, seeing pain was almost delighting. You know what they say if you see pain, it doesn't hurt if it's the only thing you saw. His father was ashamed of him. To keep his dignaty, he told Jeff to work out everyday until his mussles hurt. He did. He loved his Father as he just treated him poorly. He just wanted to fee loved, so he did whatever as his father pleased. At the age of 16, His father knocked him out, and tested on him. Replaceing his soul with all the bad feelings in the world. He also plaied with his back. Makeing his similar to a crow's.
((sorry.. it bothered me not haveing some sort of BIO....)
Appearance: he is short and scrawny. All of his clothing is white.
Powers: The power summon one of two beings, a demon or an angel, to aid him in case of danger. He has the ability to levitate himself as well as other objects or beings. He has a few other powers which will be revealed through rping.
Here is the picture of the angel:
here is a picture of the demon:
Animal: A white falcon
Personality: He is quiet and usually emotionless. He will sometimes show another side to himself, which is the kid that was trapped in this world.
Extra Details: There is a certain word, that if muttered to Alraith will knock him unconscience.
Last Edit: Jun 29, 2007 20:21:53 GMT -5 by Deathchill
Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Halfling Paragon (Elite Halfling) Class: Master Thrower (Rogue Base) Height: 3'1" Build: Thin but well muscled Eyes: Green Skin tone: Relativly pale, but not amazingly so Length/Color of Hair: Shaggy Light Brown Alignment: CG Deity/Religion: Luck Carries him/herself: Slouch, moves quickly all the time Expression: Curious Features: nothing special Odd Characteristics: Rides a half-dragon State of Mind: Relativly sane? Jewelry/Weapons: 2 Rings (Lockpicking, Filchers Friend), Throwing Knives (21 Masterwork, 8 +1 Returning Surestriking (2 Flaming 2 Frost 2 Lightning 2 Acid) Hand of the Mage, Cloak of Arachnia, Celestial Armor (Silver, dulled) Small Earring Mobility: Walks most of the time, rides Slesh, or flys w/ Celestial Armor Secrets: Likes: Slesh, gold, knives, shiney things Dislikes: Traps, open spaces, close combat Fears: Traps, being crippled/hurt, financial ruin Languages: Common Halfling Gnomish Dwarven Elven Orcish Draconic Thoughts about the World/Life: Too many traps and people (or things: Daemon, Devil, and Dragon alike) that want him dead, and not enough good knives or gold peices to make up for it. Dreams/Goals: Get more money, better daggers, and a nice place to store it all. And minions. Lots of minions. Ethics/Morals: Rob from the rich, abusive, basterdly, and undeserving, give to me. Politics: Doesnt really care, as long as it doesnt affect him overly much. And since he can get around 90% of it, very little affects him. Faults/Weaknesses/Vulnerabilities: Impulsive, Easily Distracted, Trap magnet Priorities: Survival, help Slesh become a dragon, Find shineys and get a place to put them Past Experiences: General Personality: Happy and curious