A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)
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				Title: <strong>A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 20:43:18</strong>
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				Hello everyone, and welcome to the character thread. It's kind of sad that I let us go this long without one... Anyway, here it is. I'll link to the characters that are currently active, once they're posted in this thread. I'd also, maybe like to see this used for character logs(journals) if anyone wants to do something like that. I know some people enjoy doing so.<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><br>Active Characters:</strong></span></span></div>Rain: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg5758243#msg5758243) A Bard, and the teller of our tale.<br>Belark: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg5759418#msg5759418) A Dwarf with nothing left to loose but his life.<br>Naomi: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg5762224#msg5762224) A drug addicted dueling instructor looking to start a better life for herself.<br>Fenneil: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg5953562#msg5953562) A man who's looking for answers.<br>Neneil: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg5959121#msg5959121) A roving Elven ranger.<br>Karath: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg6022299#msg6022299) A necromancer of uncertain origin.<br>Lynnaria: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg6028659#msg6028659) A rather childish mage.<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Inactive Characters:</strong></span></span></div><br>Coinin: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129916.msg5762479#msg5762479) A wolf who occasionally takes the guise of an elf, though some may call it the other way round...<br>Nox: A Nixie on a mission...(Removed as post has been erased.)<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><br>Current NPC's:</strong></span></span></div>Daemion: Rain's companion and "protector". It is clear that there is tension between the two. How long will he will be with the party is unclear as are his motivations and means.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 20:43:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Please answer as your character unless otherwise indicated.</span></em></div><strong>I am called,</strong> Rain by most, Little One by the plagues of my life.<br><strong>I am</strong> approximately 27 years old.<br><strong>I would identify myself as</strong> human, what else?<br><strong>I earn my keep by</strong> singing for my supper, sometimes literally. I am Court Bard to the Duke of Mist Haven, wretched man that he is.<br><strong>I consider myself to be</strong> female, isn't it obvious?<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong> perhaps 20 or so, at least that's what people who don't know me say.<br><strong>My hair is</strong> unnaturally red, long and thick enough to act as clothes if I drape it just so. Maybe I should cut it...<br><strong>My eyes are</strong> large, the color of cherry amber, and a bone of contention among my critics. As if I needed another reason to be considered demon kin by some.<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> 4'11" and 73lbs<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong> I am small, there is no getting around it. I look as if a strong wind could blow me over, and when I was young, they did. I have no tattoos, or other such adornment, though I have seen some that have made me consider going through the pain. I wear clothing of several fashions, depending on my location and what I am about. When traveling you will often find me in sturdy cotton, or leather in rich earthy tones. When I am on stage I wear dazzling colors that draw the eye, and fashions that flow with my movements. At court, you will often find me dressed in the highest fashions, in dark mourning colors whenever I can get away with it. The one unifying theme to all of my clothing is that it will always fully cover my back and shoulders, though my front may be exposed to with an inch of indecent when I am onstage. I'm very self conscious of my back, and the scars that it bears. Elsewhere, my skin in pale and smooth. No matter the amount of sun that I take, I only ever acquire the lightest of tans.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> I have no clue of my age. I can be flighty, at times, and curious beyond what is good for me. Despite this, I can also be very serious, and have seen many nasty things leaving me with scars beyond those common of my years. I don't always hide them well.<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong> animals and children, and I am extremely curious about new, or novel things. I love kind people, and above all I adore music, and dancing.<br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong>bullies, or those that use their power to destroy others. I do not like being stuck in the Duke's court, and I'm not overly comfortable with strange women as they are often far from kind to me. I do not know why.<br><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong> being alone. I have never been truly alone, not since I was very small.<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong>am often the one to initiate the conversation. I enjoy people in general, and the new ideas that they can give me to ponder. I am always looking for new stories to tell, and where better to look than those around me that deserve for their tale to be told.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong> if you love someone, you will do everything that you can to see them well, and happy. If you believe that something is right or true, you will not stop until you have done all that you can to see it come to pass. That affection should be shown, in some form, to all that are open to receiving it, regardless of what others think, or feel about you doing so. Most of all I believe in seeking answers, where others see only questions.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong> Rain carries a well made rapier, but wears no armor or protective gear.<br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>A flute, the first instrument Morrin ever gave me, and locket. A gift from Daemion when I was young, before he showed me what he was truly capable of.<br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong> never in a position to be concerned. I always have coin in my pouch, and my voice could always put more there even if I wasn't so "pampered" by the Duke.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>cry, but do all I can to hold my ground anyway. I do not scream.<br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong> To gain back the one person in the world who ever loved me for all that I was, good and bad. Failing that, to rid the world of the pox that stole him from me.<br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong> I am surrounded by others that don't care to know me, and when I can not begin to understand those around me.<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong> Others hurt. When I realize how stupidly naive I have been, and begin to question my own motives and beliefs.<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> I have no family. I was an orphan until Morrin took me in. I lived with him for several years learning all that I could, it made him happy, and I liked to please him. Then he disappeared, I never saw him again. I did some stupid things when I could not find him, out of fear and desperation, out of pain. Then I met the Duke, and I learned that he had destroyed Morrin. He took me into my court for my voice and looks, and out of a wish to have me in his bed. I refused, and I was beaten for the sin of refusing to become his wife. I was a little rude about it... Still he wanted to have me, and so I have remained in his court, hoping that I could find, and restore that which he had destroyed if I just tried hard enough. Every year I lose more and more of my freedom as he attempts to subvert me into in marriage bed, but I have no wish to be a Duchess. <br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong>&nbsp; I would destroy the Duke, and regain that which he has stolen from me.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 02:01:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Please answer as your character unless otherwise indicated.</span></em></div><div class="floatright">(http://www.playkon.com/uploads/2009/01/Warhammer-Online-Call-to-Arms.jpg)</div><strong>I am called,</strong> Belrak, which means First Hammer in the Dwarf language<br><strong>I am</strong> 78 in age, still an adult and far from my middle age.<br><strong>I would identify myself as</strong> a dwarf. What, the beard isn't hint enough?<br><strong>I earn my keep by</strong> doing nothing. I'm a Slayer and that doesn't generate any income besides what I can scavenge from my fallen adversaries, though I hope to one day find my death in battle as I have sworn an oath due to a horrendous crime I committed in my past.<br><strong>I consider myself to be</strong> male.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong> to be much older than I am, thanks to the patchwork of scars that cover my body and all of the tattoos that adorn it.<br><strong>My hair is</strong> all but shaved off except for a bright red crest of hair.<br><strong>My eyes are</strong>, or that is, the one eye I can see with is a light brown while the other, which I have gone blind in due to a poison from a goblin arrow, is a dull gray.<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> I'm 4'2 and I weigh about 160 lbs without all my gear.<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong> that I look terrible. My body, while fit, is scar ridden and blue in some spots that are still recovering from my latest fight. A gold ring in my nose, which is nothing more than a bit of cartilage due to how often it breaks, and my ear are connected by a gold chain while my other ear is half-missing as an old injury from when I fought an orc. My beard, which is the same color as the crest of hair on my head, almost reaches the ground and brushes it whenever I kneel or bow. It's also kept in three separate braids with the middle one being the longest and each are adorned with a gold trinket about halfway down. About half of my teeth are missing due to improper eating and my excessive drinking doesn't help much either.The only thing I wear is a pair of dusty brown leggings that are torn at the knees and at the edge and a worn belt to keep them on.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> I'm older than my actual age. Traveling the land and seeking out strong foes has made my view on life a bit grim, and a bit pessimistic as well I guess. When it comes to a fight, however, I act a bit younger as I go charging in, screaming my head off and shouting curse after curse at the enemy until either they die (which always happens right now) or until I die.<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong> drinking dwarven ale. Nothing is better than a good dwarven brew like Bugman's best, but I'll drink just about anything thats considered ale, just expect me to complain a lot about it tasting like piss. I also tend to get into fights whenever I drink or someone makes comments like, "the circus is in town."<br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong> goblins, orcs and Elves, Elves being at the top of my list with how noble they act and also how treasonous they can become in a matter of seconds.<br><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong> nothing except the thought of failing at my sworn oath so that I will let nothing else scare me to fulfill it, whether thats fighting giant demons or an army of undead.<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong> tend to be a bit rude. I don't beat around the bush or pretty things up with confusing words. If your ugly, I'm gonna say it as plain as that. "Your ugly." I'm not in the mood to be making friends right now as they'll only get in the way of my doom.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong> family and honor come above all other things. Should your family be in trouble you should go and help them, and if I had any family alive then I would gladly suspend the seeking of my doom to assist them in any way I could.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong> Belrak has no armor that he can speak of thanks to the oath he has sworn at the Slayer's altar, though one look at his weapons shows that he doesn't mess around, wielding a ax with a serrated edge and a hammer that on its opposite end tapers off to a point like a pickax.<br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong> anything. Since I've taken my oath, I no longer have a home and so carry all of my belongings on me.<br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong> considered poor. Though I do carry some coin on me, it isn't much to consider me all that rich, though the gold bracelets I wear are each worth a small fortune.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong> freeze up for a few moments before I overcome that fear and charge in headfirst.<br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong> that I wish to be able to return to my clan hold once more, to walk its halls again with my families honor restored.<br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>ever I travel. I don't normally travel with others unless I happen upon a group who is going the same place I am, then I'll tag along until I either find my doom or defeat whatever was at the location and move on.<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong> I fight, obviously. Honestly, thats the only time I do hurt as I've reached the point that I honestly don't care what others think of me. Think I'm rude, obscene, a jerk? Go ahead, think away. All that matters is that I restore my families honor.<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> rather private, though I will let you in on a little bit about my past.<br><br>I was born to a pair of parents within Io, my father working as a miner in one of the numerous mines while my mother tended to stay at home. Growing up, life was a bit dull and as a child I often worried that I might not see my father again as cave-ins, while rare, did happen and whenever they did my mother and I would wait outside of the mine he worked until he would come out carrying some of the other miners. He always helped those who got hurt whenever a cave in happened.<br><br>As I started to mature some, I would eventually start working with my father in working in the mines and was happy for awhile. It wasn't until around my fifties that an earthquake struck Io. Night was approaching and we were getting ready to leave when it hit and the mine we were working wasn't as stable as the others as we hadn't placed in support columns yet. The ceiling started to come down and my father pushed me out of the way because I had frozen up, saving me while his own life was ended right there as tons of earth fell upon him.<br><br>Devastated that because of me, my own father was dead, I left the mine in a bit of a daze and stumbled around for a bit until I somehow reached home. My mother wasn't there, so I assumed she was at the mines waiting for me and my father, who wouldn't be leaving the mine this time. I left her a note on the table explaining what happened and afterwards, I took a knife and shaved my head except for a small crest of hair and took the Slayers oath right there while also vowing to pay a visit to the true Slayer's altar if my travels brought me near.<br><br>Leaving home with my fathers ax and the pickax that I used to mine, I began to start roaming Io and the surrounding countries to seek the Doom I so deserved for being the cause of my own fathers death, facing trolls, orcs, and just about anything else that would get in my way and try to kill me. So far though I always come out on top the victor and while it would be easy for me just to let the enemy kill me, it wouldn't be right. I HAVE to fight, I HAVE give each encounter my best or I will never restore my lost honor and join my ancestors in death.<br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> I feel that it can prevent the terrible crime I committed in the past, and by re-writing the past, restore my honor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 18:55:10</strong>
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				(http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/6053/31146695.png) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/836/31146695.png/)<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><br><strong>I am called:</strong>&nbsp; Naomi DeMonet<br><strong>I am </strong> 19 years old. <br><strong>I would identify myself as:</strong> Human (for the most part)<br><strong>I earn my keep as a:</strong> Fencing/Dueling Instructor<br><strong>I am:</strong> Female<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><br><strong>Others think I look </strong>&nbsp; 17<br><strong>My hair is:</strong> Blonde<br><strong>My eyes are:</strong> Blue-green (almost turquoise)<br><strong>I am:</strong>&nbsp; 5`9” 135lbs<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say :</strong>&nbsp; I have strong features and unusual eye color that harken back to the traits of the Elves of Eden.&nbsp; Although I am human it has been rumored that there might be a slight trace of Elvin blood in my linage, but this had never been substantiated.&nbsp; I am physically very well toned, not overly muscular, but solid.&nbsp; I sport a small tattoo of a Fleur-de-les on the outside of my left ankle.&nbsp; I generally wear light flexible leather armor when traveling, training or teaching otherwise I wear plain breeches with shirts or tunics.&nbsp; I wear little jewelry save for a jeweled pendant that belonged to my mother and a leather cord with a glass vial attached around my neck.&nbsp; My blonde hair is quite long and I wear it in tight braids when traveling or teaching.&nbsp; Otherwise I wear it loose or held back with simple hair clasps.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><br><strong>I am 19 years old but behave as if I were:</strong>&nbsp; Much older<br><strong>My favorite things are:</strong> During my mandatory two-year service at one of the border garrisons in Yvan, I became addicted to an extremely potent drug known as “Pornicia”, street name; “The Dark Sleep”.&nbsp; The drug is made from the leaves of an extremely rare plant found only in the high deserts of Mikhal.&nbsp; Although the drug is difficult to obtain, I have no trouble getting it.&nbsp; I am also fond of good food, strong drink, gambling, expertly designed weapons, well bred horses, strong men and handsome women.&nbsp; <br><strong>Things I can’t stand are:</strong>&nbsp; Politics, politicians, braggarts, dim witted nobles, incompetent officers, disorganized individuals, milk and cooked vegetables <br><strong>Nothing scares me like:</strong>&nbsp; heights.<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others:</strong>&nbsp; I am suspicious of strangers or newcomers and I constantly tests the loyalty of the few friends I do have.&nbsp; I am normally quiet and soft spoken but at times I show a hair-trigger temper.&nbsp; I am self-effacing and do not take complements well.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong> It is the duty of all citizens to protect the nation of Yvan against the barbaric hordes.&nbsp; It is everyone’s responsibility to train the next generation for that purpose and to guide them in the ways of loyalty and honor.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><br><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong>&nbsp; I carry a 12”, double edged dagger at all times.&nbsp; It is usually attached at the hip on my ring-belt and sheathed in an intricately carved scabbard.&nbsp; I wear leather armor and carry a 36” or 42” rapier of exquisite quality, balance and craftsmanship.&nbsp; <br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>&nbsp; My weapons, armor and a small leather pouch or purse in which I carry a small amount of gold, hair clips, several small glass vials and other sundry items.&nbsp; <br><strong>When it comes to money I:</strong>&nbsp; live hand to mouth from the monies gained by teaching and the odd bodyguard job.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><br><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>&nbsp; Stand my ground.<br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong>&nbsp; To rise to fame and glory and rule the largest and most wealthy city in all of Yvan.&nbsp; <br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>&nbsp; I am always lonely<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong>&nbsp; I think about my father's failure<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong>&nbsp; I am the only surviving member of a prominent family that challenged the rule of a City Lord.&nbsp; Upon my father’s death and my mother’s suicide I was sent to serve at a distant garrison on the border with Navar. <br>I was considered a prodigy in the art of fencing and dueling using the rapier and began my training at the age of four.&nbsp; It is rumored that I have killed six opponents in separate unsanctioned duels, but that has never been confirmed.&nbsp; I served well during my time at the garrison and took part in numerous raids against the barbarian hordes.&nbsp; I train an average of four to six hours daily and am an instructor of the art.&nbsp; Shortly after my arrival at the garrison, I became addicted to the drug known as “Pornicia”; street name “The Dark Sleep” *see medical notes attached*; so addictive is the drug that I will do anything or pay any price to secure it.&nbsp; Preferring to keep to myself, I operate a small fencing school in a quiet, unassuming quarter of the city.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> I am sick of my life and wish to rise to fame and fortune and rule over the richest city in Yvan.&nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>Medical Note:</strong><br><br>Pornicia: The Dark Sleep:<br><em>“Pornicia Exteramertis vertti”: as belonging to the family “Pornicia veracitus.”</em><br><br>A rare plant that thrives in arid desert areas above 6500 ft.&nbsp; Known for its black flowers and blood-red variegated leaves this rare plant produces a thick black oil, which, when extracted by a skilled apothecary or mage can be distilled into a highly potent and extremely addictive drug known as “The Dark Sleep.”<br><br>In minute quantities the drug acts as a mild sedative to counteract highly agitated states.<br><br>In moderate quantities the drug grants the user enhanced tactile senses as well as enhanced reflexes, speed and strength.<br><br>Larger doses bring about a dream-like state known as “The Dark Sleep.”&nbsp; This trance like state is reputed to cause the user to experience dark visions and hallucinations.&nbsp; In extremely rare cases or in highly sensitive individuals the user may experience a type of foretelling as in the outcome of future events.&nbsp; It should be noted, however, that this state has only been documented once in the past five hundred years and should not be assumed to be a normal side affect of such high doses.&nbsp; It should also be noted that death is the usual outcome of using this drug in such quantities. <br><br>This highly dangerous and addictive drug should only be handled or prescribed by a trained and recognized medical practitioner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 20:15:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Basic Information:</strong></div><br><strong>I am called:</strong> Coinin Ailpein<br><strong>I am:</strong> Old, I guess. Much time has passed, the leaves have changed again and again, the snows have come and gone over and over...(Somewhere around 200)<br><strong>I would identify myself as:</strong> A wolf. Also a wood elf. But a wolf whether on two legs or four..I remember a name...<em>Majay-hi</em>...<br><strong>I earn my keep by:</strong> ...taking care of myself.&nbsp; I am a hunter! <br><strong>I consider myself to be:</strong> Sneaky....stealthy... also a male. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Appearance:</strong></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Wolf-1.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/76091_115428135189725_100001676162291_113214_5020492_n.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Others think I look:</strong> Intimidating, in either form. This can work in my favor most times...if not, I can turn on the charm.<br><strong>My hair is:</strong> White and soft as fur.<br><strong>My eyes are:</strong> Brightly golden.<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> (Human) 5' 125 Lbs <br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say:</strong> I am not comfortable on two legs. I am not comfortable speaking. I remember a time that I was. Laughter surrounded me, curling with the warm bodies of my pack was normal, listening to the bass rumble of my lover was a treat, hearing his promises whispered in my ear brought shivers of delight. But I am the last of my kind that I know of, and it's much easier staying on four legs. I have not found a man I thought might understand what I am to love since then, and I am scared to try. It's so much easier to be the wolf...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><strong>Personality:</strong></div><br><strong>I behave as if:</strong> Nothing can touch me. Life is full of adventure, and there is always time to play.<br><strong>My favorite things are:</strong> Companionship. Being petted. Roasted rabbit. A warm fire to lay beside.<br><strong>The things that I can't stand are:</strong>Being wet. Do you know how horrible it is with wet fur?<br><strong>Nothing scares me like:</strong> A red moon... bad things happen during the red moon...<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong> Tend to turn on the charm. When I'm the wolf. If you can get me to human, I tend to stay in the background.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong> Rabbits are good for two things. A good chase and a good meal.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Equipment:</strong></div><br><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong>&nbsp;Teeth and claws. I am very skilled with a bow, but I can't carry one. Well I could... but have you ever tried to lug a bow and quiver around on four legs?<br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>&nbsp;Home? What is that?<br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong>&nbsp;Not needing it. I am quite self-sufficient. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Other Important Stuff:</strong></div><br><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>&nbsp;<br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong>&nbsp;The tribe of High Elves that killed my pack to die with my teeth tearing out their throats.<br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>&nbsp;I am utterly alone for overly long. It's why I tend to haunt the edges of woods surrounding villages.<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong>&nbsp;I see violence upon someone else for no reason, as it brings up memories best hidden.<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> It was violent. I remember blood, and screaming, my parents, my siblings, my pack were slaughtered. Killed for what we were...are. Not a true elf, we were told. Abomination, we were called. How could this be so? Is it true? I don't have answers to many questions...<br><br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong>&nbsp;The lovely Lady who told the story seemed so...nice. Kind. Warm. It sounds like a wonderful adventure, with the added benefit of companionship. Besides, perhaps in my travels, I'll run across someone who deserves....death.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maverick Hunter Cake</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 18:42:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><br><br><strong>Ah am called, </strong> Fenneil Barkon, but ya'll can call me "Fenn" fer short.<br><strong>Ah am</strong> 28 years old. Ah can start to feel ol' father time's effects on me. But I ain't old yet.<br><strong>Ah would identify mahself as</strong> a human bein'. T'aint anythin' special about what ah am, unlike other folk.<br><strong>Ah earn mah keep by</strong> reparin' and makin' weapons, armor, tools, anythin' with metal. Ah'm a blacksmith, even if Ah go travelin' too.<br><strong>Ah consider mahself to be</strong> a man. It's what ah am.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think ah look</strong> like Ah'm a year older then ah am. Kinda annoyin' sometimes.<br><strong>Mah hair is</strong> the color of a gold coin, Ah suppose. That's what other folk say it looks like. It's also a bit wavy, and short.<br><strong>Mah eyes are</strong> a lime green color. They look the same color as the fruit, Ah swear.<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> 5'9(height), 170 pounds<br><strong>If Ah were describing mahself in a story Ah would say...</strong>Ah'm a slightly muscular and very pale man. Ah ain't no string bean! Ah wear a green and black striped with the stripes goin' up and down. Mah right ear is pierced with a single earring. Ah wear shirts that are a lil' too big fer me and cuff em' up at the elbows and wear a pair of large brown gloves. On mah left elbow there's wrappin' to keep a nasty old burn scar outta sight. Can't be scarin' anyone now, can Ah? I wear a brown, old belt round mah waist, where I keep mah blades sheathed. Ah wear an old pair of tough cloth pants that are gray in color. There's a big hole in the right knee of em', so Ah cover it up with an ol' red checkered bandanna. There's also a few holes at the very fringes of the pants, right underneath a wavy, white line design on both legs of the pants. Ah wear a pair of ol', beaten up brown boots with steel on the toe tips...mainly so Ah don't hurt mahself when I am forging.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> Ah am a little younger, like 25. No need to get all grumpy if Ah ain't old yet.<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong> sweet foods, adventure stories, mead(ale), dogs are mah favorite animal, the color green<br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong> seein' someone hurting someone else because of differences and injustice, bitter foods and medicine<br><strong>Nothin' scares me like</strong> seein' mah friends get hurt badly, spiders, ghost stories and the creatures who are in em'<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong> Ah treat them kindly, Ah ain't a mean spirited person.<br><strong>Ah believe that:</strong> If there's trouble an' you can stand up for fer yerself and everyone else, then ya gotta do what's right.&nbsp; Ya should also be ready to fight for what you love...<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong> Fenn has a slightly rusty chest piece of armor, covering the upper torso. His arms and shoulders are not covered. There is a brown leather strap that runs down from his right shoulder to his lower left side. There is a very small hole in the upper left part. It very close to his armpit. He uses a small, slightly chipped but otherwise still good shortsword and a longsword in about roughly the same condition. These were his father's blades, and their sheaths are attached to a belt worn around Fenn's waist.<br><br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong> Mah trusty hammer, never know when it can be mighty useful outside the forge. As well as supplies and such for a long trip, but that's somethin' everyone traveling should know.<br><strong>When it comes to money ah'm:</strong> Not a rich man. I make enough to support mahself an' keep a simple, small home.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared Ah:</strong> tend to stutter, it gets bad if Ah'm scared out of mah damn mind. Ah also tend to get a little kluzty, from the nerves and all.<br><strong>The thing Ah want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong> Someone who loves me. Ain't the most manly thing to want.<br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong> Ah am by mahself, mainly at night....Mah mind tends to wander on what and who I don't have in my life.<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong> Others shun me for bein' a poorer man, like ah'm just an bug. Same thing goes for me bein' human too, like Ah would hurt somebody for bein' different. Ah know what it's like for someone to hurt me for bein' different.<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> Mah daddy was killed by a band of elf thieves when Ah was younger, when we were movin' to the village Ah lived in for a good time. We were travelin' with another family we were friends with, who were also elves. The bandits wanted to kill the humans but let the elf family go. The elf family refused to leave us dead in those damn bandits' hands. The adults managed to fight em' off, but mah daddy...he....he got hurt badly....too badly to survive and get help, along with a lady from the elf family...They both died, workin' together to keep their families and friends safe...That's where I learned that you gotta fight to keep what ya love safe, also why Ah won't and can't stand hurting someone else for bein' different....Besides that, mah life ain't really too much different then other kids in the same place...<br><br>But Ah got one more story to tell that a little more...recent...The reason Ah'm travelin' now is because mah town has been wiped clean off the earth...I managed to escape the same fate by bein' out of town to get more supplies...When Ah got back, all the homes had been destroyed, with not a single. trace. to what caused it....or where anybody was...Ah want to find out what happened.<br><br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> Ah want to know what the hell attacked mah home and who had the guts to make off or kill all those who were in it. Ah want to bring the attackers to justice, and the Shadow might be where they are hiding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 23:19:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><strong>I am called,</strong> Neniel. In more formal settings, Neniel Uonwe of the House Duiran.&nbsp; <br><strong>I am</strong> one and ninety by the reckoning of men.<br><strong>I would identify myself as</strong> Elvish.<br><strong>I earn my keep by</strong> virtue of my calling. Ranger, I am named, a lonely wanderer of strange places. A roaming sentry, one might say. I help when help is required, preserve the peace of the wilderness, and defend the boundaries of my people's homes if needed. My feet are seldom still, and never in one place for long. I can survive on my wit and woodlore for a very long time, though there are occasions when I find myself in more peopled areas. When in need of gold, I have little trouble trading useful herbs or pelts. <br><strong>I consider myself to be</strong> male.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong> equivalent to a man in his early twenties.<br><strong>My hair is</strong> long, well past my shoulders. In coloring, it is fair with a hint of red.<br><strong>My eyes are</strong> dark.<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> 5'11 and 160<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong> I am an elf, fair of skin and delicate of face; a not altogether unusual example of my kindred. My tapered ears are larger and longer than that of men and two golden rings pierce the helix of my left. A gray, hooded cloak typically adorns my slender frame; a bow and quiver are ever at my back. The rest of my garb is simple enough, jerkin, tunic, leggings and boots; all in shades of green or brown. Though not shabby, there is a well worn look to me as of a lifelong traveler or campaigner. I suppose I am both of these things, after a fashion.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> appropriate for my age and occupation, I would imagine.<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong> a hot meal accompanied with tea and a warm fire out in the wilderness. I am not old as my kind count it; but spending much of my life wandering the wild has given me a strong appreciation for the simple luxuries in life. Thinking on it further, I suppose it is this life in particular that I take pleasure in, and I would rather it never change. In addition, I am rather fond of halflings when they are not attempting to steal my purse. The little folk can be a charming lot.<br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong> intrusions into this life of mine, if disruptive in nature. Bandits and poachers are two nuisances I have had to deal with more often than I like; but at least there is little mystery in their handling. Then there are men, ever hungry for wood and land. The dwarves too, gouging out holes in the earth for their mines. The matter becomes political in nature and complex. I cannot necessarily hate them, but it is ever a reminder of change, slow but inevitable, and not for the better.<br><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong> certain tales our elders tell us of ages past. There are strange things in this world that should not be; powerful, unnatural, and ancient even when all was young. They are anathema to our entire race. Worse still, these tales hold truth in them. I do not look forward to the day I find myself standing before the darkness. Yet my very nature foretells that I must. <br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong> am generally courteous. I can come off a bit dry should my patience be tested.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong> peace is precious. Laughter in a tavern, a couple gazing up at the stars, celebration at harvest's end; all these things and more are possible because of peace. No matter the reason, no matter the justification, war puts an end to them and marks us forever. <br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong> Bow of silvery yew strung with elf hair. Broadhead arrows and a few bodkin. Hunting knife and dagger. Toughened jerkin, bracers.&nbsp; <br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong> my family crest, attached to a silver chain I wear about my neck and keep hidden beneath my clothes. While it may be considered sentimental, the only purpose of the crest is to identify my body and have it returned to my people, should I fall. <br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong> never found with much. Outside of some mending and fletching material every now and then, I am seldom in need of gold.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong> used to have a habit of freezing in place when I was but a child. These days, I might end up overcompensating and attempt to solve the problem on my own, heedless of the consequences. <br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong> to be free from my responsibilities, go where I would, and do as I wish, with whom I wanted. When did I become so selfish? Well. 'Tis a passing thought. <br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong> I watch a harvest festival in some small village from afar. There is something sweetly nostalgic to it. Memories come unbidden of more innocent days when all the world was fresh and new and simple in nature. I have joined such celebrations occasionally; but they must end sometime and the feelings return five-fold. <br><strong>It hurts when:</strong> others are hurting. There are times my innate empathy threatens to overwhelm me, though those times are thankfully few and far these days. <br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> nothing terribly special. Not long after I came of age, I was already accompanying patrols near the boundaries of our land. I witnessed firsthand that this wilderness I had grown fond of was always under constant threat from something or another. The point was driven home when we watched men clear a portion for their settlement. There was nothing I, or anyone could do, for it was negotiated peaceably. Birds and animals fled as their homes in trees that had stood for ages, were destroyed. This was, apparently, the way of the world. I bitterly wished otherwise that day.<br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> duty compels me to investigate any promising leads should it prove a benefit for my people. Perhaps there are other, less selfless motives within my heart. <br>And there they shall stay, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 15:12:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><strong>I am called,</strong><br>Karath Hokem<br><strong>I am</strong> <br>Nineteen<br><strong>I would identify myself as</strong><br>Human. What, humans can’t have hair and eyes like mine? It is a new spell, called exotic-tis-nism, maybe you should try it sometime. (Half-Nymph / Half-Unknown)<br><strong>I earn my keep by</strong><br>Poison. Everyone likes poison, right? It can be delicious or bitter, but it still paralyzes and kills all the same. <em>And taboo magic.</em> (Necromancy) <br><strong>I consider myself to be</strong> <br>Either. Sometimes pretending to be a girl can lure others into false security. Though I have dangly parts so I am male.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong> <br>I pay no attention to what others think, whether it comes to my appearance or else what. <br><strong>My hair is</strong><br>Ivory.(From nymph blood)<br><strong>My eyes are</strong><br>Amethyst (Inheritance Unknown)<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> <br>None of your business. (5’8” / 130lbs)<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong><br>I don’t describe myself to blind people. <br>( The youthful lad’s build is scrawny, but not necessary, completely gaunt in stature. Karath’s faintly, tanned flesh holds a smoothness to it, his legs and chest alike bare from any bodily hair. Even the old saying befits his oval face, smoothed as a baby’s bottom, and quite so at that. The only facial hair he could be considered to have would be those thin, slightly bushed, ivory eyebrows of his and nothing more; yet, these only add up so far to give him that girlish appeal. No scars are visible upon his skin, no bruises, as if he has been pampered through childhood or rather he may of strayed from most conflicting paths with other species in his life. Those hands of his hold a soft grip to them, unshaped from that of a worker’s hard grip, giving him more of a silken touch on contact of an individual’s body. What does put the icing upon the cake is the way Karath wears his hair. Ivory locks, both long and short, could be seen cascading themselves down over his forehead, the tips of his hair passing or touching the margin of those brows of his. The rest of that hair of his is tied back into a ponytail, which length meets its end halfway down along the youth’s spine. Any abnormities he possessed in looks could be reflected towards the unnatural color of his hair and eyes alike, those eyes of his consisting of a bright amethyst hued. The reasoning behind this is quite explanatory, Karath isn’t, how one should say, human. He is unsure if he even has human blood in him; though that of being half nymph contributes greatly towards his rather, dashing, feminine looks and even grace alike.<br><br>As for the way he dresses, well you could say it is enough to rouse suspicion. Usually one could find him clad in a black, necromantic robe, where the bottom of the hem of cloth could be seen dragging along the ground. The clothing itself is enough to hide nearly every aspect of his body, save for his face and hands. What he wears underneath that robe of his is nothing more than rags of cloth, suitable for a peasant’s attire. Those boots upon his feet nearly worn out, the, God only knows how far the boy had to travel upon his feet alone, walked such great distances by himself, which inevitably lead to the heels nearly coming off of his boots. Even the previously mentioned robe that he wears had lost its glamour as well, the bottom of it covered in grit, dirt, mud and anything else alike. The fabric worn out, its texture close to being ruined from the constant rain it had to endure when the lad was a long way from any shelter.<br><br>Although, beauty itself is also in the eye of the beholder, given this above factor it is apparent that everyday he isn’t necessary clean, as far as his body goes. In fact, it is quite common for him to be dirty and thus he doesn’t have all the time in the world to keep a ‘nice’ image for himself. Of course, he does try to in the least, given the nymph in him wouldn’t have it any other way; though on other days one might find his lovely flesh tarnish with dirt, his hair bedraggled by filth, tangled in messy tresses. The only thing that may not suffer a cracking in his looks from time to time would be those eyes of his, that always contain their gem like beauty.)<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> <br>… (Like someone old and worn with age and knowledge.)<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong><br>Crypts, alchemy, writing, vampires, spiders, and all other dead and undying things. Oh! And berries, I do love my berries, especially the poisonous ones. I saw a man take my whole bag of berries and scarf them down in starvation, then he kept vomiting till all that was coming up was blood. I dub those berries, crimson droplets.&nbsp; <br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong><br>Idiots. Heroes. Whores. Idiotic Heroic Whores! And my familiar, the lesser of the other evils, I mentioned, I assure you.<br><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong><br>The world filled with rainbows and sunshine and jolly elves frolicking all over the place; where everything is consumed with peace and love and harmony and all manners of evil of that nature.<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong><br>Keep my distance, analyze the situation, respond sarcastically when time warrants. Or let my familiar do the talking for me; yes, using her mouth seems to be the only thing she is good at these days.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong><br>Death comes and goes. There is no need to tie yourself to moral values, there is no such thing as honor or heroics in death, just a fated end. The strong live, the weak perish, that is the reality of life. Feel free to challenge me on that, I will show you the cruelty of living.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong><br>Karath doesn’t arm himself as others may, he doesn’t have physical combat prowess. He does, however, have magick, but most schools would frown down upon the forbidden arts. Everything has a price that must be paid when dabbling in necromancy.&nbsp; <br><em>Curse:</em><br>Curses, a basic principal for all necromancers. There are many types, from weakening to even ’voodoo.’ More often than not for a curse to be placed on an individual, Karath requires something physically belonging to them or on the rarer of occasions, something from himself given to the victim. Cursing can range anywhere between inanimate objects to people and being proficient in this area of magick he is also able to detect anything may be curse. However, he doesn’t have the means to break curses themselves, unless he was the one to create them. Most curses require ample time to perform and various supplies. Karath generally avoids the use of curses as it has no proficiency in open combat.<br><em>Bone:</em><br>The manipulation of bones, the requirement? Well, bones. Karath can do various things with them at his disposal, bending and warping their properties, transforming and manipulating them into something far more dangerous. Why chicken bones can be turned into deadly needles and unleashed at an individual. A femur can be transformed into a sword, mace, axe, or whatever weapon one desires(Karath personally the use of spears when molding bones into attack though.) A whole corpse could make a lovely suit of armor, but the armor itself would be light and strongly resistant to piercing or cutting attacks(bludgeon and fire is another case entirely.) Also with bodies at his disposal he can use them to manipulate a wall to fortitude himself or others(if he chooses) and unless that is destroyed he can still further manipulate the wall of bones into object of offense. A fascinating technique, but it all has a price. Blood, his or someone else’s; but as always from his blood the spells are more reliable and powerful. <br><em>Blood:</em><br>There are other tricks Karath uses, he is not just limited to having to have things at his disposal, his whole body is a walking weapon; another reason necromancy is frowned down upon as the user can easily kill themselves if they aren’t careful. Up close physical confrontation is something Karath often tries to avoid, but if he can’t, he can be just as deadly without corpses, bones, or other things nearby. He can ‘rot’ away places upon a victim’s body, but to do this he must focus his dark magick somewhere upon his own figure(usually his hands) and transfer it to his victim’s, blood necessary to control the chaotic magick, but the effects are satisfactory. He can also siphon another’s life, a similarly to how vampires may replenish themselves,&nbsp; but Karath must physically lay hands on the victim and not being much the warrior type, his only ways to pull this off would be to cripple his opponent or if they were already dying. (Keep in mind that it is impossible to siphon from the undead, even vampires.) <br><em>Reanimation:</em><br>The bringing back of the dead, but requirements of this too must be met like any other spell. There has to be corpses at his disposal, a basic necessary. There has to be blood to allow control over those bodies, more importantly it must be Karath’s own if he wants access to manipulate the lifeless creatures. Any other blood would place the undead into a frenzy, an amusing concept given situations, but no use to him if he cannot control them. Time is also a factor as the blood itself serves as countdown, A pint is usually more than enough to have control over one corpse for a whole day. Also he can communicate with undead humanoids whether they are under his control or not.<br><em>Nature:</em><br>Karath is, half-nymph, after all. He does have a natural prowess in nature magick, but he has warped it with Necromancy. He can use vines to wrap around a victim’s body, although they are often tainted from the dark arts and decay as a result. In honestly nature control is pretty useless, unless there are ents or other alternative living creatures for Karath to corrupt. He can communicate with all other non-humanoid undead critters out there. <br><em>Familiar:</em><br>Karath is always followed with his familiar, most mages do take on some creature or being, but the ties are deeper than having a ‘pet.’ Familiars are permanent, they can’t be unsummoned. A familiar is an extension of the mage, if the familiar dies the mage weakens as a result. A mage can only have one familiar and usually they benefit their pactmacker in some way. What is Karath’s? An impudent, tiny, female imp. More often than not she could be mistaken for a pixie or fairy, but that would be a compliment to the wretched, beautiful creature. She is mischievous in nature, her finer of abilities is possession. She can take control of another’s body, but only if their will can be overcome; it is easier to control frightened individuals than someone pumped up waiting to bash your face in. <br>&nbsp;<strong>I never leave home without:</strong> <br>My..clothes..?&nbsp; (His journal and familiar- not like he has a choice in the latter.)<br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong> <br>Money? (What he has he loots off corpses.)<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong><br>Tactically retreat. <br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong><br>Divinity. <br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong><br>I do not feel that emotion, because I am never alone. And I don’t mean that in a good way. <br><strong>It hurts when:</strong><br>I get hit by something. Being punched, kicked, and whatever else is never a pleasant sensation; nor is being a masochist. <br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong><br>I don’t want to talk about it. <br>( Karath was born in Eden, he could even be taken into consideration as a bastard child. His mother, though he remembers hardly anything about her other than her being extremely beautiful, took it upon herself to beg to the High Queen to allow the child to stay; though she didn’t allow it. Maybe the rareness of a male having nymph blood in them unsettled something in her or perhaps there was more that met the eye. Instead of having the boy killed- a merciful doing for the rest of the world if she knew what he would become- she had him escorted out of her border once he finally was of age enough to walk and talk.<br><br>Whether it was by fate or luck, Karath ended up stumbling in the lands of Alexandria, Sometimes he wonders today on the crossroads if he would of live a different life in Io, perhaps a simple peasant of some sort helping the blacksmiths; but it was willed in Alexandria that he was discovered by a group of adventurers. Being wild and bare, the boy didn’t know what to think of the people nor did they of him, they were dressed in various robes; but to see a strange child wonder aimlessly far out from civilization could easily rouse any suspicion. They decided that it may be best to take him back in Alexia, properly dress him, and study if he had any merit about him.<br><br>Would it be hard to fathom that the boy had a strong magical aptitude, something many of the mages were astonished by. Not that he was casting spells at a young age, but he easily grasp the basic principals of magic quickly. As he aged his interest waver in the fields they had to offer. When he discovered an older of tomes in their library, that was where his life hit another bridge. Necromancy, Karath was fascinated with the concept of the dead, enthralled with the idea of poking at the boundaries of life. The first time he was found he was strictly punished, told that this was taboo, that he would have been otherwise kicked out if he had any sense or was from these lands to know of this. He was lucky to get off with a warning, but this didn’t stop him. He study in secrecy, but what gave him away in the end was the familiar exams that he took at fifteen- a considerably young age for most participants.<br><br>Most of the students summoned an animal companion, but Karath, Karath pact with an imp. It is often said that the familiar represents its master in some shape or form, to bring forth an evil entity- despite her cutesy image and behavior,- quickly warrant him a removal from the school. They thought it best that he be banished from the schools, the path he was taking was presentably a dark one. He was even imprison in the school grounds, though with the aid of his familiar he escaped, taking with him the taboo book they forbidden him about.<br><br>For four years he study the tome by his own accord, traveling, experimenting, sharpening and refining his craft. His eyes had seen many things in those four years, his hands had been tainted, and one could question if his heart held any humanity about it to all those he had killed and experimented upon to increase his expertise.)<br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> <br>Boredom. Research. Power. Knowledge. It doesn’t really matter, my reasons are my own.&nbsp; (To find a means to become a God)<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">NPC Familiar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Chicks/Dorian20Cleavenger2057-1.jpg)</div></div><strong>I am called,</strong><br>Stupid, idiot, many mean things my master deems fit. He has yet to properly name me, but you can feel free to compliment me, darling.<br><strong>I am</strong><br>How rude to ask a lady her age! (Centuries)<br><strong>I would identify myself as</strong><br>I’m a Familiar now. (Imp)<br><strong>I earn my keep by</strong><br>I earn my master’s keep by bewitching his enemies. <br><strong>I consider myself to be</strong> <br>Well I am naked all the time, tell me what you see. (Female)<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong><br>I don’t know or care.<br><strong>My hair is</strong><br>Ebony<br><strong>My eyes are</strong><br>Hazel<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> <br>6 Inches Tall. I’m not telling my weight. (Nor am I adding it cause I don’t know how to weigh tiny people.)<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong> <br>(See image.)<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> <br>I deem fit. (Spoilt, impulsive, bratty)<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong><br>Shiny things, blood, my Master, pretty things. <br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong><br>Mean people, rude people, ugly things. I put up with my master cause he doesn’t fit all three. <br><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong><br>Going back to my realm.<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong><br>Speak my mind.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong><br>Whatever my master believes, but me being stupid. Oh and I am pretty!<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong> <br><em>Possession:</em> She can possess another’s body, but only if certain conditions are filled. One is if they allow such an act to begin with freely(a doubtful cause.) Two, if they are completely frightened, their will power is usually easier to overcome. Three, in their sleep, but their subconscious also has a possibility to kick out the invader and may wake the intended target. <br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong> <br>My master.<br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong> <br>I have no need for money. What am I going to buy? Tiny clothes? <br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong><br>Hide in my master’s clothing.<br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong><br>To be tall, so I can do all sorts of bad things to Kar-Kar.<br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong><br>I’m never alone.<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong><br>I cry. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself.)<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> <br>I don’t remember. (One because she is NPC. Two, because I figure familiars will usually have their memory wipe in a summoning ritual.)<br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> <br>I only wish to go wherever my master wishes to go. I have no choice in the matter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate(Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 00:09:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Please answer as your character unless otherwise indicated.</span></em></div><strong>I am called,</strong> Lynnaria<br><strong>I am</strong> 19.<br><strong>I would identify myself as</strong> half-elf.<br><strong>I earn my keep by</strong> magic.<br><strong>I consider myself to be</strong> female.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong> between 17 and 19.<br><strong>My hair is</strong> frost white.<br><strong>My eyes are</strong> sapphire blue.<br><strong>Height and Weight:</strong> 5'6", 135 lb.<br><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong> that I wear some awesome silken robes denoting my status as a wizard.&nbsp; If I had any magical jewelry, I'd wear that too, but I'm still trying to snag some.&nbsp; I never get any scars because I always heal them up, and tattoos are dumb.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong> I'm 18!"&nbsp; This question obviously infuriates her, but after a few seconds, she pauses, muttering, "...in elf years..."<br><strong>My favorite things are</strong> being able to do whatever I want because I'm a wizard.<br><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong> people who are rude and obnoxious.&nbsp; Last week there was this total moron who started laughing after my light spell made a thousand lightning bugs, so I turned him into a toad.&nbsp; Yeah, so what if it didn't work and he just ended up with a bunch of warts?&nbsp; You want some warts too?&nbsp; Shut up.<br><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong> growing old.&nbsp; Elves aren't supposed to grow old but I'm not supposed to be growing as fast as I am.&nbsp; Maybe I can find a youth spell that will keep me young forever.&nbsp; Then I'll be able to live even longer than elves, and they'll beg me to teach it to them, but I'll be all, nuh uh, you were mean to me when I wanted to learn magic from you.&nbsp; They'll be so sorry.<br><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong> am always nice and perfect.&nbsp; Unless people are mean, but then they have it coming.<br><strong>I believe that:</strong> good is good and evil is evil, and you help good people and stop evil ones.&nbsp; I don't really get why that's so hard for some people.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong> During battle, she surrounds herself in a glowing blue field, part of which breaks off into a blade of pure energy.&nbsp; Wounds don't actually hurt her but do tire her out, and it's entirely possible for her to collapse under repeated minor blows.<br><strong>I never leave home without:</strong> me.&nbsp; They didn't let me keep any of the awesome stuff I was supposed to have!&nbsp; Maybe I can get some new stuff, like a pair of boots where you click the heels together and you can teleport anywhere you want!&nbsp; That'd be so cool!<br><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong> usually able to turn something into something else, like when I made a rock into a glass swan.&nbsp; Yeah, so what if I wanted crystal?&nbsp; They don't know that.&nbsp; Crystal is hard!&nbsp; Don't even get me started on gold.&nbsp; If they'd let me stay at the academy I'd be able to do gold by now.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong> tend to freak out sometimes.&nbsp; One time I ended up burning down the house where there was a monster in it, or at least thought it was a monster.&nbsp; He shouldn't have put that mask on and started screaming things.&nbsp; Besides, I healed him afterwards and he said that it was his fault anyway.<br><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong> to be a full elf.&nbsp; I don't like being half of one thing and half of another, and it makes people always be so mean to me about it.&nbsp; Nobody ever thinks it's cool and it only ever comes up when people want to be rude about it.<br><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong> nobody wants to talk to me or marvel at my amazing powers.&nbsp; Aren't I so cool?&nbsp; Why don't people pay attention to me more?<br><strong>It hurts when:</strong> people don't accept me for me.&nbsp; Most people either want me to be human or elf, but I'm not.<br><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong> that I got kicked out of the academy because I wasn't willing to go through all the stuff like the other elves.&nbsp; I'd be old and gray by the time I actually got to do some real magic!&nbsp; Why don't they get that?<br><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong> I want to get more magical power.<br>
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