The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))
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				Title: <strong>The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Benen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2015, 18:47:14</strong>
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				Hello ladies and gents to the character page for the saga.. for those of you playing here is the code needed for your characters, once they have been made for the live games, for their Forum personas<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=500]URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[b][u]Name[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Race[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Age[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Hair Color[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Eye Color[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Skin Color[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Height[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Weight[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b]<br>[b][u]Sexual Preference:[/u][/b]<br><br>[b][u]Class[/u][/b]<br><br>[b][u]Special Items[/u][/b]<br><br>[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]<br><br>[b][u]Back story[/u][/b]&nbsp; At least a good two to three paragraphs of back story if not more.. get in touch with your character, and try to see things through their eyes, rather then looking at them from the outside.<br><br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 20:16:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/16/a6/b6/16a6b6668472d57f34ca1c2ae6039aa2.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong> Suffering <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Court Name</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Tamyn zovlong , khuntaij </div></div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong> Tiefling<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong> 19<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong> Brown with black streaks<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong> Burnt orange<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong> Reddish-white<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong> 5'6<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong> 172 lbs<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender</span></strong> Male<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference</span></strong> Heterosexual<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong> Monk<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong> None<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong> Distant, reserved; generally only speaks when spoken to, or when he finds it necessary. Some times good, but has occasional very dark moments. A grim sense of humor. Well disciplined. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>&nbsp; Suffering was born to two Tieflings who lived in the outskirts of a small farming village. Though they were not respected, they were at least tolerated by the other inhabitants; primarily humans. They were poor, but they had each other, a nice field of crops, a cozy home, and a child; they were happy.<br><br>One season, while Suffering was still a young lad, there was a lot of rain. It rained, and rained, and rained. And that year, the crop was miserable, and pitiful; the vast majority of crops had rotted in the ground due to all the rain.&nbsp; The people, angry and desperate, turned their attention to the Tiefling family. It didn't matter that their potatoes were good for little more than composting, like the rest of them; it didn't matter that they, too, would have to resort to desperate means to survive through the winter.<br><br>They were devil-spawn. They were evil. They must be responsible! The villagers got whipped up into a frenzied mob. Their farm was torched, and his parents were stoned to death. The young one fled, though; escaped his captors. He took refuge in an old monastery, overgrown with vines. Most of its contents were in shambles, but the structure itself--made of stone--was well preserved and intact.<br><br>He found the place free of nasty critters--a shocking bit of good luck, that--and hid there. In time, he decided to make this place his home. He had never heard the villagers talk about it; it was far away from the roads. It would be safe. As he grew older here, he sealed off the more vulnerable areas, made a single entry point. He scavenged and cobbled together enough things to make his own bedding, and a few essentials one would expect in a house. <br><br>The monastery itself had some nice gardens, a well, even an apple tree, and while young, he had already learned a thing or two about tending crops. They had seeds, and he worked hard to clear the garden of weeds and debris, to plant; to become self-sustaining. He occasionally tried his hand at hunting, but more often then not, this has resulted in little more than him wasting his time.&nbsp; Every bit helps, though. Foraging, too, has seen him not wanting for sustenance; the wilderness is full of edible berries. <br><br>The other interesting thing of note about this monastery, was the fact that it still contained many old books in very good condition. The library itself managed to escape the ravages of the elements and time, due to its location. The majority of books were in Common, and so he was able to read these. When he was not tending to the basic, daily chores of keeping this little safe haven functional, he spent his time reading, learning, studying.<br><br>As the years went on, he grew; physically, as well as mentally and spiritually.&nbsp; He practiced, and occasionally had reason to put into practice the martial arts he studied. Some times, wild beasts intruded upon him; or the occasional ne'er-do-well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 06:20:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17130263/images/1323251002947.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong> Janquiri Eilsrret<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong> Drow<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong> Female<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong> 213<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong> White<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong> Blue<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong> Black<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong> 5' 8"<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong> 130 lbs. <br><strong><em>Sexual Orientation:</em></strong> Bi sexual<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong> Fighter<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong> A horn earring <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong> Respectful but has a mouth on her. She will have no problem telling you how she feels about anything unless its too personal. It takes her a while to trust someone but she has her reasons. She is loyal to her friends and comrades. She will fight for her comrades. She has her quiet moments and is rarely angry but when she is, look out. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>&nbsp; Life has never been a easy one for Janquiri. As a child, her family was at the bottom. They barely had food most of the time. Her parents worked hard but got paid little. They loved her or at least she believed they did. Some days her parents would stay away from home and would leave her alone. When they returned they would have a little more food than normal, which was good for them and Janquiri never thought twice about it. <br>One day, while her parents were away, Janquiri decided to leave the house for once. She wandered around for a while. For the first time in her young life, she got to see the other denizens of her home. She actually enjoyed seeing the shops and shiny objects. Often times, she would get yelled at for her appearance but she couldn’t help it and would just leave to move on. As always though, she would return to her family’s little hovel waiting for her parents. <br><br>This became a common thing for her while her parents were gone. It gave her something to do and she even managed to meet other children her age. Sure, she got teased for her ragged clothes but she didn’t care too much. She actually found others her age and that mattered a lot to her. Her fun didn’t last very long. There was a day that she didn’t leave to make it home at her normal time. That was the day her parents had actually made it home before her after being gone for a few days. They were in a rage that she was not home and had disobeyed them. Thus, she was forced to stay locked in the house. <br><br>Her parents now viewed her as ungrateful and a disobeying little shit. It wasn’t long until her parents returned home a few days later with a strange person with them. The giant male took her from them even while she kicked and pleaded to stay with her family. The man handed over a large bag of coins to her parents. She had never seen so much money before but she knew what they had done. They sold her. <br><br>Since she was still rather young, only 9, she was made to clean and serve food. Any wrong doing resulted in a beating even if it wasn’t her fault. Things only became worse as she grew older. Her owners renting her out to fill their pockets as a sex slave. For years, the woman was a broken and empty shell. She did whatever she was told in order to keep herself from being hurt. Her owners hated the broken slave and pushed her throughout those years. They hoped she would either die or push back. For a long time, she did neither. <br><br>As she came into adulthood, things seemed the same but her mind clicked on suddenly. This was never how she wanted to spend the rest of her days. It was on that day she started making her plans for her escape. Some months later, her hands were stained with the blood of her owners. A satisfied feeling running though her as she watched them die especially when she plunged her knife into the male while he had her on top of him. The female was not far behind. She was finally free. She made her escape and climbed herself to the surface. <br><br>She was extremely lucky to reach the surface and it not be daylight. However, she heard tales of the surface world and knew it would only be a matter of time before that unforgiving orb would raise into the sky. She wandered in the forest until she heard sounds of laughter. Coming close to the group, she noticed weapons and heavy looking armor. They must have been soldiers but they were certainly a strange mix. However, an elf in the group spotted her and she was soon captured by the soldiers. <br><br>At first the elves viewed her as a threat and letting their comrades know she should be killed or locked up. The humans in the group didn’t think she was dangerous from the way she was dressed. It was then an elf noticed one of her ears had the tip cut off, she was a slave. They took her to a tent for her to await her fate. She was foolish to watch them and now they might send her back. It was the human that returned to throw a cloak at her and told her she could stay with them but she would be helping them as well. <br><br>Everyday she worked hard to earn her keep. The elves were still not very trusting of her but she didn’t care. She would even watch them practice when she could and eventually she was allowed to learn as well. They trained her to fight with them until she joined their group. They traveled around with their orders. She went with them back to their headquarters and her commander got in trouble for taking in a wandering drow slave. After listening to all the members of their unit, they put her to the test. While her unit, her friends, were sent away on another mission, she was made to stay behind. <br><br>After a couple of long years of training, she was able to join her friends once again on the battlefield, only now she could help them a lot more. She was placed on night duty most of the night which was fine with her. Her cloak only did so much in the sun to protect her and nothing when it came to helping her see in sunlight. One night during her watch, her friends were celebrating after another victory. The fighting had become intense over the past couple of days but they won. Nightmares were starting to bother her at night and even sometimes in her waking hours. <br><br>One night, one of the guys invited her to join in the fun and games. She didn’t want to leave her post but a little convincing got her to go have some fun.&nbsp; It became a common occurrence for her to spend a few of her nights with the others. She spent her years this way. Enjoying life when she could and fighting with her unit. She rose in rank over the years until she was able to stand beside her commander as a equal. <br><br>During one of their battles, her commander was killed and in a rage, she commanded the troops to go after them. The enemy was defeated but at a cost. Only one of her friends survived along with her. She went over to the leader of the enemy troops and cracked off one of his horns. Together, they rested up before taking the time to bury their friends. After they split up and never saw each other again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-07-2015, 00:02:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/453455/6e8d8f958b7f1842b43926e49b827d6b.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong> Aryl Domishae<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong> High Elf<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong> 125<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong> Black<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong> Azure<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong> White<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong> 5'10"<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong> 110 lb.<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong> Male<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong> Heterosexual<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong> Wizard<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong> I'm used to helping out those who aren't as smart as I am, and I patiently explain anything and everything to others.&nbsp; <br>I'm willing to listen to every side of an argument before I make my own judgment. <br>Emotions must not cloud our logical thinking.&nbsp; <br>I've been searching my whole life for the answer to a certain question.&nbsp; <br>Most people scream and run away when they see a demon.&nbsp; I stop and take notes on its anatomy.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>&nbsp; (Still needs done; I've got the rest written out.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>22-07-2015, 21:58:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mir_with_worl_cedric%27s_campain.jpg)</div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong> Zyaiasvanna She'lianri Dwinelrvis (goes by Zyais, or Zya)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong> Elf<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong> 129<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong> White Blonde<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong> Sea Green<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong> Pale White<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong> 5'6"<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong> 125<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong> Female<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong> Bi-Sexual<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong> Druid<br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong> She left everything behind to start her soul searching, to figure out the path her Godess wanted her to follow.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong> Hesitant towards people, never easy to trust, but once she does, she's loyal to the end. Laughs easily. At peace with the chaotic nature of the world. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>When Zya left home ten years ago she never expected that it would be easy to find the path she was meant to follow. For some Elves it's simply inbred. Like the Keeper of her village. She selects an Elf at birth, trains that elf to be the new keeper, it's that simple, that is what you are. Zya hadn't gotten the luxury of her life chosen for her, but what fun would that have been? Zya had left to find herself as soon as she was deemed old enough, ready for the adventure of the finding. It would be fun, easy, she'd be home in less than a year.... Dwyin would still love her, they'd be married and... well that didn't happen. <br><br>Zya came back 18 months after she'd left home with this idea of being a bard, weaving tales with her music and voice, she'd fallen in love with music and that's what she would do. That was her calling, and she was so excited to share it with Dwyin. she knew he'd love to listen to her play. She walked into the ashen remains of her village, torn from her daydream with a sob. Gone. Everyone. She put the lute she'd barely learned to play on the remains of her family tent. She set out with a new fire in her heart, set on revenge for her family, for Dwyin, She trudged through the scorched remains, back into the forest without so much as a backwards glance. <br><br>23 months after she walked out of her village, Zya was bathing in a stream, she'd tuned the world out and barely caught the sound of a soft feminine voice calling to her. She followed the voice out of the river, into the<br>trees. The Druid Encampment was something like she'd never seen before. She'd lived among the trees her whole life, but never IN the forest, the trees had opened themselves up to the entire druid family, making homes for them. Zya instantly felt that is where she belonged. She had finally found a connection that she'd never had before, Finally found peace where she'd had nothing but turmoil before. She set her quest for vengeance aside, and was welcomed into the family.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hades</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 05:03:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://solutionhole.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/character-drass.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong>&nbsp; Norixius Bharash (Norixius is his clan's name, so goes by Bharash)<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong>&nbsp; Dragonborn<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong>&nbsp; 20<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong>&nbsp; Golden<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong>&nbsp; Red scales<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong>&nbsp; 6'2"<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong>&nbsp; 275<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong>&nbsp; Male<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong> Bi-Sexual<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong>&nbsp; Warlock<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong>&nbsp; A piece of an eggshell suspended in a pendant<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong>&nbsp; Self-confident without being arrogant about it much of the time, though he does hold that Dragonborn are at least near the top of the list of the best if not at the very top of any sort of category.&nbsp; Bharash seeks knowledge, both for its own sake and specifically for his driving goal, and is willing to trade for books or access to libraries as often as he is to accept coin for services rendered.&nbsp; With strangers he is reserved almost to the point of being anti-social until he has had an opportunity to gauge what their personalities are like.&nbsp; To those who earn his friendship he is fiercely loyal, though he expects those around him to be able to carry their own weight as well rather than relying too much on their companions.&nbsp; Self-sufficiency is a trait to be pursued regardless of class or race in his mind. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>&nbsp; <br>Born as one of five clutchlings in a small village, there was little that would hint that anything out of the ordinary awaited Bharash.&nbsp; The village was for the most part self-reliant, supplementing what they couldn't grow of make on their own through seasonal trade runs with other Dragonborn nests along the river and generally ignoring the rest of the world and being ignored in return.&nbsp; Not the most exciting of lives, but the citizens there liked it that way.<br><br>The summer of his eighteenth year, that tranquility was shattered.&nbsp; It started with a few simple coughs as workers unloaded the trade cogs.&nbsp; A sudden fever, weakness and then death came to claim them.&nbsp; One, then a couple more, then a handful, and before long it was clear that some sort of plague was running through the nest.&nbsp; Word was sent up and down the river to seek the help of healers, but the plague was just as relentless there as well.&nbsp; Everyone was suffering from the same disease but no one knew where it came from or how to treat it.<br><br>The only true cleric in the area was among the first to perish in a neighboring nest, leaving herbalists to try and do what they could to hold back the tide.&nbsp; But their efforts were spent mostly in trying to make the final hours of the victims as comfortable as possible.&nbsp; Bharash went to a hill overlooking the nest to consider whether to stay or leave the only home that he knew, as thus far his family had escaped the disease.&nbsp; While there he heard a voice calling his name along the wind.&nbsp; Looking around and finding no one else around, he was ready to think he imagined the whole thing before hearing it again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Without considering what he was about to do, he started to follow the sound of the voice away from the nest and towards the deep forest.<br><br>Following the dis-bodied voice deeper and deeper into the thick forest, Bharash eventually came across an abandoned building in the process of being reclaimed by nature.&nbsp; Descending into the depths of the structure, he finds the library still intact and housing hundreds of ancient tomes and scrolls.&nbsp; Realizing that he had been lead here for a purpose, he began to read through all the material that he could.&nbsp; Those he couldn't he pushed to the side with the intention of trying to decipher them later.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would read until he was exhausted, hunting and foraging when his hunger got too great to ignore, and each night his dreams were filled with voices with no bodies or faces, promising him more secrets and more answers each night, until he finally was unable to remember why he had been resisting in the first place.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When he came back outside, a year had passed.&nbsp; Rushing back to his nest he found it abandoned entirely.&nbsp; Running to his old home, he found that things looked like they had been packed up for travel, and a new clutch had been born as he found the cracked shells of their eggs in the hatchery.&nbsp; But there was no sign of where they went or how many had set out for the journey.&nbsp; &nbsp;And so now he travels as well, looking for the dual answers of what the plague was that wiped out his people, and what was the fate of his family.&nbsp; &nbsp;To solve either of those questions, he was willing to pay any price for the answer.&nbsp; After all, he had already done so once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 22:32:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/fCyn7XN.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong> Aera<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong> Aarakocra<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong> 18<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong> Dark red<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong> Amber<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong> Medium light<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong> 4'9<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong> 83<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong> Female<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong> Straight<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong> Rogue<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong> A silver flute, the only reminder she has of her home and family. It was passed to her from her ancient ancestor who gave her this odd mutation. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong> She speaks her mind, and falls in love easily. Beauty in all things is her highest ideal, though her idea of beauty and that of others may not always tack. She's a very alert person, though as with most birds can become a bit distracted by shiny objects. She has little concept of ownership and shes no real issue with liberating things from those with much to help those that have little, often this ends up being herself. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>&nbsp; Aera was something of an oddity to her parents, a little known and less often seen mutation of her kind. She aged too slowly, and as such lost her parents before she reached maturity. The nest into which she was born not only accepted her but found her fascinating. She gained a taste for the spot light this way, and was more than happy to entertain them in whatever ways she could think up. For all that she'd lost her parents, she had a happy, rather well adjusted childhood, and never felt the lack. As she grew older however, she started to feel a bit like an outsider, everyone was growing up before her, finding mates and moving on with their lives, and she was still just a youngling. She requested to leave the nest. <br><br>The elders were reticent to allow her to leave. They had had few dealing with the humans that she so closely seemed to be mimicking the aging of, but they knew that by their standards she was still just a child. It was however clear to them that her circumstances were beginning to cause her harm, and so with great reservations they saw to it that she was safely taken into a large city. They had of course expected the people there to take in the young one, and someone did. Aera ended up in the hands of a strict but fair thieves guild where her pretty face and guileless demeanor quickly made her a favorite. That she seemed to have no real compunction about stealing at all didn't hurt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((Characters))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 18:31:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/FrankElvis.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Frank Elvis (of the Branson Elvises)<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race:</span></strong> Human / Were-Corgi<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 33<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color:</span></strong> Black<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color:</span></strong> Brown<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color:</span></strong> White<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span></strong> 6'2"<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span></strong> 185<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong> Male<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong> Bisexual, although he's really in love with himself<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class:</span></strong> Bard<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items:</span></strong> Lucky guitar pick, made from a piece of skull<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong> Frank is hot shit and he knows it.&nbsp; He's arrogant and narcissistic to the extreme.&nbsp; Unless he's a Dire Corgi.&nbsp; Then he just loves everybody.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story:</span></strong>&nbsp; Frank Elvis comes from a long line of Elvises, all of whom have been kick-ass bards.&nbsp; &nbsp;One day, while playing a concert in the small town of Nashvilleshire,&nbsp; his music was so bitchin' that all of the female groupies yelled and screamed to get with him after the show.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were three that snuck past security:&nbsp; a hot blond, a hot redhead, and an older woman who looked like some sort of gypsy.<br><br>"Choose wisely," said the gypsy.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Frank did not, and chose to get it on with the blond and the redhead.&nbsp; To punish him for his shallowness, the gypsy turned into a Were-Corgi and bit him on the butt.&nbsp; Since then, Frank turns into a Dire Corgi every full moon.&nbsp; In that state, his adoreableness means that all his enemies must make a Willpower save or be instantly charmed.<br><span class="bbc_u"><br>Quotes:</span><br><br>"I come from a long line of Elvises."<br>"I'll be in my trailer."<br>"Not the face! Not the face!"<br>"I whip out my guitar."<br>"Oh, baby, don't be cruel."
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