<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3657889#msg3657889">Quote from: Drift on 20-09-2010, 17:05:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lord Arnst Wrackenmul<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Skyfarer<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><br/>(http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/twilightcrescent/Elliquiy/fantasy20western20m-49.jpg)<br/><br/>Arnst is a relatively young fool with black hair that is often wind-toussled and a neatly trimmed beard.  He's not heavily muscular as one would expect since his lifestyle is more about studying and tinkering than pumping iron or hard labor.  His eyes are bright brown and often lit with enthusiasm.<br/><br/>While his hands aren't overly rough, they do bear the calouses and scarring one might expect from tinkering extensively with a large air ship like the one he flies.  <br/><br/>His Ship, the <em>Eva Nurray</em>, is large enough for four to travel on it comfortably but Arnst is a bit of a slob leaving his belongings and tools and notebooks everywhere.  The ship itself is not exactly brand new.  It is wracked with heavy rust spots and frequently breaks down.  With access to more materials Arnst could probably repair it almost as good as new but since he doesn't have that luxury he frequently patchs it with the equivalent of chicken wire.  Most ground-dwellers would fear it to be a death trap.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/>There is rarely anything exciting to say about life in the clouds.  Whether it's in the far mountain sky villages or the airborne floating cities, the Skyfarers rarely had much to contend with short of the occasional dragon passing by and thinking that one of those fiery ships might make an awfully nice quesadilla.<br/><br/>This is what inspired Arnst to become a gentleman adventurer.  With family fortune in hand he reconfigured one of the old flying ships, made it is his own and set off on a life of adventure.<br/><br/>That's not to say there have not been a fair number of bumps in that road.  Arnst for all his enthusiasm has very little understanding of the cultures of the dirt-dwellers.  So far his efforts to rescue damsels in distress and play the part of the hero has read more like a tyrant's visitation of fiery destruction and death.  Of course, that's not how Arnst would tell the tale.<br/><br/>Arnst is naive, having been raised by overprotective Skyfarer parents who seemed to think it best that their son remain airborne most of his life.  He was raised to fear and avoid most animals.  And if that is not already a recipe for disaster, he is quite the adept tinkerer.  Knowing full well that he would need powerful tools to brave the unknown wilds of the dirt world he has rigged his fire belching air ship with all manner of instruments of death.  Let's just say the first cow to threaten him did not live  to fight another day.<br/><br/>The title of 'lord' is accurate in Skyfarer terms since he is 'lord' of his flying ship.  It does not bear any weight with ground-based kingdoms however and is very apt to get laughed at.<br/><br/>Arnst is slowly coming to understand the error of his ways, but he is currently wanted in three kingdoms, dead or alive.  He is completely oblivious to this fact.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3658279#msg3658279">Quote from: abandoneddolly on 20-09-2010, 18:44:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i331.photobucket.com/albums/l448/lisaries21/girls/Ice.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name-</strong> Elizabeth Arin<br/><br/><strong>Race</strong> ice elemental <br/><br/><strong>age</strong> 23<br/><br/>Elizabeth skin is pale blue and moist. her hair is a light almost white color to it and have pieces of ice frozen in it. The area around her is always cold and when she breaths you can see the little wisps of breath out of her mouth. She wears elegant dresses.<br/><br/>Having been raised up in an influential h ouse in the north, Her views on things are a bit naive. She likes to help people if she can. She also has to think out each action and weigh the benefits before she acts. This means it takes her quite a while to do anything, but once she starts something its hard to get her to change her mind.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3660546#msg3660546">Quote from: Wyrd on 21-09-2010, 02:42:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Klaid.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Klaid Sword Bearer <br/><br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Age:26<br/><br/>Bio: Klaid was born and raised on a small farm for on the out reaches of the Human lands near the Doomforests. At the age of fourteen, while trekking the three day journey to the nearest town for supplies, his mother, father and two sisters were killed be by Strange creatures that came from the shadows of the Forest.Upon his return he was traumatized by the sight of his mutilated family. He sat in the silences of death next to his parents bloody remains for two days until a strange spirit of a woman appeared before him. She had no words but instead bestowed upon him the ability to use magic rune stones of power, A companion in the form of a silver dragon and a sword the had the words "Sword Bearer" engraved on the silver blade in the ancient human language. Since that day, Klaid has roamed the land with a lust for revenge and justice to any and all magical creatures that he sees to be evil. Many  from all races of the land have fallen bloody to his mighty skill and blade. His Dragon companion, Liara, is the only friend and voice of reason to Klaid. but if told by Klaid to kill those he sees as a threat, she would not think twice about it.<br/><br/>Klaid and Liara tend to stay away from big cities. Roaming mostly in the forests and wastes.  <br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Yksilo_6.jpg)<br/><strong>Liara</strong><br/>         <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3666687#msg3666687">Quote from: sinoraa on 22-09-2010, 06:09:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/115/9/9/996ca897d8abf025c6304707b16bf6e6.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Anora<br/><br/>Alias: Lady of the wild<br/><br/>Race: High elf<br/><br/>Bio: Within the great wild, the humans speak of a woman with flowing silver hair, which shines even threw the darkest nights, and who's beauty go unrivaled, through out the world. Some call her a spirit, some even call her a god, and other believe her to be nothing but a myth, conjured up by superstitious commoners.<br/><br/>In truth, the spirit is nothing more, then a ancient high elf, named Anora, who has separated herself from her people, to live in tune with nature. For years now, she has been running with the wolves, and speaking to the trees, serving as a guardian, and a protector to the forest, and everything within it. While traveler would make her out to be some wrathful being, she is content with leaving most alone, or simply letting them off with a warning.<br/><br/>And here is a short template for her companion.<br/><br/>(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/257/3/b/Spirit_Wolf_by_Corza334.jpg)<br/><br/>Name:  Safiya<br/><br/>Race: Spirit<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3671847#msg3671847">Quote from: skyline339 on 23-09-2010, 11:12:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Cellious<br/><br/>(http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/3835/elfbysandarah.jpg) (http://img135.imageshack.us/i/elfbysandarah.jpg/)<br/><br/>Uploaded with ImageShack.us (http://imageshack.us)<br/><br/>Alias: Prince of the Sun<br/><br/>Race: High elf<br/><br/>Bio: There was once a moment, where an elf was born. The moment of his birth, his mother had passed away, but the story had come to pass. On the death of a birth the Prince of the Sun shall be born. During his early years, he had lived with the elders, learning the ways and magics from the Sun Wells, and now, will must leave the forest in search of the other Wells, scattered around the world. The Moon well, The Life Well,  and the Death Well. <br/><br/>It is a great honor, to be dubbed the Lord of the Wells, but that is not how he would like the rest of his life to go. Deep down, he wants to explore the world, and learn its many many secrets, find treasure, history, and maybe the love he searches for.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3672064#msg3672064">Quote from: Galanthor on 23-09-2010, 14:33:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Galanthor<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/ce/Galanthor.jpg/413px-Galanthor.jpg)<br/><br/>In Aluminiere the Stronghold of all that's true and the only place where equal rights have formed. The knights of the white flame, best compared to paladins, watch over the City and suroundings. They don't serve the people or the ruler, they merely serve peace. Not even the rulers of Aluminiere, can save themselves when the knights found that they abuse their place.<br/><br/>Galanthor is merely a novice of this brave warriors, but he raged out by his views and the way he used magic...oh and the fact he was a lunatic. Galanthor soon left Aluminiere as he knew, the world needed the Knights of the white flame more than anyone else, but he would need help. Much help.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82413.msg3677627#msg3677627">Quote from: abandoneddolly on 24-09-2010, 19:07:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t220/Silent_Othello_Fan/cat.jpg)<br/><br/>Name- Reign<br/>Age-22<br/>Personality- Reign is stuborn, and very proud of her abbilities of the jungel. Outside of the jungel though she is very naive to the world. She has never even seen any of the other races before.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>