Player: IrishSamurai
Character: Patrick O'Dwyer, The Irish Samurai
OverAll Rank: IV
Strength: III
Speed: V
Magic: III
Skill: IV

Name: Patrick O’Dwyer, and The Irish Samurai
Age: 36
Race: Human (Irish)
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 68 kilos or 150 lbs
Height: 5’11”

Weapon: A Magical Katana aiding in strength and speed and ability to use special magical attacks
Armor: The Spirit of the Land of his Fathers and agility

Personality: Calm, Strong Willed, independent, angry
Appearance: Wears a White Kimono, covered by a Green Hakama and sword at side.
Bio:

NOTE: History has no real meaning here
If you are English, no hard feelings. I have nothing against you guys!

During the time when England controlled Southern Ireland, the British Army would show no mercy to the villages of the Irish peasants. They would march and burn every town in sight. In 1814 A British Commander brought his troops to the small but prosperous village of Tipperary.
Earlier that day
Kevin O’Dwyer, a blacksmith by profession brought his son to work as he done since he was 8. But today was a special day, his 12th birthday. It was the day that he could give young Patrick his present: a sword. This blade had been in the family for over 200 years. It was not Irish made, as during those times swords were not to be found, but it came from a far away kingdom, known as Japan. Going from merchant, to merchant, to merchant the sword traveled great distances. It eventually came into the ownership of Lord William James Hunterberry, a British General and Noble. When he controlled Tipperary, a man by the name of Philip O’Dwyer led a great revolt. Acquiring the sword during the revolt, O’Dwyer kept the sword and passed it to his son on his 12th birthday. It had been that way for years, and not Patrick is to get it. It seemed to Kevin that he could always do more with the sword than with his hammer and even the other swords he made. He also felt more at ease. When young Patrick walked through the door it would be the last time the sword was his. Upon receiving the sword, Patrick thanked his father and asked to run off to play with the sword. He ran up the hill outside the village and when he reached the summit he looked down and saw the little people go about their daily business. He played and fought with the imaginary opponents. He could do things he normally could not. He was strong, faster and more powerful. The odd feeling continued even when he dropped the sword to lay down on the ground to go to sleep. As he slept, the spirit of Irish Fathers past spoke to him.
“Patrick, you are the one who can save your people. The English will destroy us all! You must resist.”
“My father told me about the fools in the North who go on and kill any protestant they see! Then the Brits come and not only kill him but many innocent Irish too! I want no part of it!” screamed Patrick.
“If you don’t, the world we know of will be destroyed. Many English are good hearted, but there is one…one who will kill us all. He is not like most English in that he believes in the Dark Arts. Worst off, he has control of English troops. You are our only hope,” Spoke the voices.
“But why me?”
“You have the spirit of Ireland flowing through you. You must do this…”
With that Patrick woke but with different clothing on. Cloths he had never seen, ever. It was some sort of dress and weird wooden shoes. He stood up and saw a mass of red and white on the hill on the far side of town. In town the people were running frantically when shots from cannons came from the top of the other hill. Patrick watched as the Red Coats marched into the town, looting and burning. He watched until the stars came up and the British left to the East. He grabbed his sword without looking and ran down the hill as fast as he could to the ashes of his home. No one escaped alive. He saw dead men and women as he ran towards his father’s shop. When he arrived, he saw his father almost dead clenching a sword.
“Pat…rick. You…must…fight…them…he…is…evi…” with that Kevin O’Dwyer gave his last breath.
Patrick looked at his new katana and noticed that it was glowing green, which it had not before. When he drew the sword he noticed that it said “The Irish Samurai” on it. He remembered the spirits’ voices. And ran to the east.
The Irish Samurai trained for several years and then went to face the Demon General. His legend continues until today…


My second character

Player: IrishSamurai
Character: Jean De Paris, The Parisian Valkyrie
OverAll Rank: IV
Strength: V
Speed: V
Magic: III
Skill: III

Name: Jean De Paris or The Parisian Valkyrie
Age: 24
Race: Human (French)
Sex: Female
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Wieght: Never ask a woman’s weight, 110 lbs
Hieght: 5’5”

Weapon: A great sword with magical powers and strong attack
Magic: Different Attacks including Levee En Masse, and French Soothe (Makes the opponent sleep)
Armor: The Valkyrie Armor of Callas. It is blue with white specifications on it. It is not only light but it increases the stamina of the wearer of it. It covers the torso and some of the upper arm. She wears a helmet (think bugs bunny in Kill the Wabbit!) Armored Gloves and Long Boots Cover and protect the other parts of her body

Personality: Spirited, Patriotic, Beautiful yet strong
Apperance: Beautiful in every way. She is like an angel. Her skin radiates beauty. Her eyes shine with love. With her armor on she looks like a thin blue Valkyrie (the Viking people, female warrior…Bugs Bunny’s costume in Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit). With out it she wears a white skirt (long) and a blue shirt. Overall in battle she looks like Sailor Moon except the hair thing balls are not there and the shirt and gloves and boots are armor…the skirt is not. Her sword is behind her.
Bio:
Being born into a family of French Farmers, Jean had no intention of ever becoming a warrior. Even when war broke out with the English, her family still stayed out of the fighting. They had no need to fight as the knights have protected them for years. But one day the English Army, led by a man known as the Demon General to the villagers, came to the city of Paris. Burning it to the ground many of the women and children fled from the coming army. Jean, her mother, and her sisters fled to a neighboring of Saint Germain en Laye village’s church. Jean, an independent little girl watched the city from the top of the bell tower. With that she ran back to her home only to see her husband’s dead charred body. She held his hand and realized he held a piece of paper. On it he had written, “The Saint Germain en Laye church…X marks the spot.” She ran back to her mother and sisters where she searched for the X on the chapel floor. When she found the only X in the entire city, she realized that it was apart a map to caves in the south. She had been past the caves there so that night; she kissed her sister’s heads and wrote a note to her mother telling her plans.
She ran to the Callas Caves and she went deep inside them. She soon came upon a great door, which had strange writing on them. She touched the door. It did not move but when she pulled her hand away the writing began to illuminate and the door began to open. As the massive stone moved a great white light shined through. Jean walked into the room and the door closed behind her. The room was all white except an alter with a great sword on top of it. She walked towards the sword and she heard a voice.
“Jean de Paris, you have been chosen to be the savior of your people. Take this sword and you will become a great warrior. You shall fight to protect your land and people from the Demon General. Now go!”
Jean picked up the sword and instantly a blue light shown through out her body. She felt her rags being stripped away and new rich clothing coming on her: a small short sleeve shirt and a small skirt. She then felt her hair moving about into a braid. She soon felt the feeling of metal touch her. When the transformation was completed, she looked at he new cloths and her new self.
“You are now the Parisian Valkyrie” said the voice. “When you want to change into normal cloths just feel the armor going away. You will then look normal. The sword will disappear too. When you need it feel it coming back.”
Jean did what the voice told her to do. She soon felt that she was no longer in a skirt that would not be accepted by the villagers except as heresy. She was now in a long skirt and a nice shirt. She ran out of the cave and went to the east to join the French Army. Although the men were reluctant to let her join, she was quickly accepted when she showed her transformation she was promoted to be the leader of the French Army. She accepted and the army moved towards the Demon General. The armies came together and the great battle began. Jean approached the Demon General. The fight began and when it seemed as though she would win the Demon General disappeared.

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