Character List

okay, my character was approved! here she is:

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Name: Crystal
Age: 16
Race: Icarii (basically a human with wings)
Sex: Female
Hair: Silver-Blonde
Eyes: Green
Weight: 120 lbs.
Height: 5” 2’

Weapon: White Ebony Staff

Armor: Silver Chain Mail, Silver Helmet

Magical Abilities: She can fly (she has Wings people!), can throw fireballs, lightning, gusts of wind (that are powerful enough to sling someone against a wall), and has a healing aura that she can bestow on herself and her allies.

Personality: She’s very independent, has a hard time accepting help from others, very stubborn, but she is also very caring of those who are weaker than her and will help someone out if she see them in trouble.

Appearance: A very beautiful girl who looks like she’s actually 25, she has long silver-white wings on her back that has a 10 foot wingspan, hair is a beautiful silver-blonde that she always keeps in a French-braid, wears a light green dress with an open back, wears silver chain mail over her dress, and wears a silver helmet upon her head.

Bio: Not much of where she comes from is known; she had been abandoned on a doorstep of a wizard. The wizard took her in and raised her as his apprentice. She learned the magic faster any ordinary human could, and it was discovered why when she became ten. Crystal had started having major aches in her back for weeks until the wizard took a look. He noticed that the girl had bumps on her back other than the ones from her spine. When he looked it up in his magical ailment book, he found that this was the most common among the Icarii, the race of humans with wings upon their back. So her race had been discovered then. Her wings fully grew in six months later. When Crystal had become 15 and had learned everything she could from the old wizard, and she left him to be her own mage, her own person.

Now that she’s experienced a whole year of surviving on her own, she has decided to make a name for herself as an archmage and perhaps learn something of her heritage.

My character is aproved
here he is:
Kiren
Name:Kiren
Age:16
Race: human
Sex: male
Hair: long black hair to his shoulders
Eyes: brown
Weight: 60 kg, 65 with equipment
Height: 1.72 meter

Weapon: long sword with the family crest on it, his only memory to his father
Armor:

Strengths: he is fast, because of all the hunting for food to stay alive
Weakness: he isn’t thinking defensive..
Skills/Magic: he uses thunder sometimes but isn’t skilled at it (yet?).

Personality: shy..doesn’t want to get involved in other peoples business, just wants his parents back
Appearance: skinny, tanned by the sun, dark cloak, scar on his forehead in the shape of a sword, sword on his back

History: When he was five his city was attacked by orcs. His city was completly destroyed and his parents were taken captive. He went on a yourney, searching for someone to help him find his parents.
One day he came to the city Bane, where he met a strange man in a pub. This man said:”I’ll help you if you become the league champion”. The old man told Kiren there is a tournament in Bane every year. Kiren asked the tournament leader to participate but he laughed at him and told him to become stronger first. Since then he has been on a journey to get better and win the tournament.

My character is approved and here he is.


Haku

Name: Haku

Race: Demon Possessed Human

Birth Place: Shadows Realm

Age: 14

Eye color: Red

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5' 11'’

Weight: 110

Weapons: This demon possessed teen wields two 1' daggers made from Gold Dust, mixed with Titanium. His sword will never break and will never grow dull. He also can transform into a might and powerful demon named Imoteph.

Weakness: He is vulnerable to ice and water and spirit moves. He is also a high magic fighter, and can combine his magic with his weapons. He is not able to do hand to hand combat attacks.

Bio: As a young boy, he was raised up in the cult, where they preformed satanic worshiping. At the age of thirteen, each man gets a demon guardian that will protect them as long as they are together. Haku didn’t want to be inhabited by a demon. He refused and tried to escape, but it was no use. They took them to the place of worship and preformed an ancient satanic ritual which raised the demon that was inside of him to rise and flourish. The last words before his possession was, “I will not give.” When the ritual was complete, they realized that his demon guardian was the great and powerful Imoteph, which was on the same level as Lucifer. He who gained the demon was to be crowned king, and to fulfill his destiny which was to damn the whole world to hell. Although he was Possessed, Haku managed to keep in control and planned an escape route to his freedom. The demon would command him not to, and for his insolence, would torture him with boils and diseases. Haku would spend his days in a dark corner, rotting himself to insanity. He was about to give into the demons wills. He was about to lose it.

Imoteph

Name: Imoteph

Race: Demon

Birth Place: Hell

Age: unknown

Eye color: Red

Hair Color: Black

Weight: 700 lbs.

Height: 10' 11'’

Weapons: He is a master of magic, which he knows all magic. He has a barrier of flame that is used when being attacked. This attack can only be used three times in an individual battle. He is also a master of hand to hand combat.

Weakness: He is vulnerable to ice water and spirit moves. He is also vulnerable to silver weapons, much like a werewolf. He can absorb his energy through lava flows, when in them, is invincible.

Bio: As Lucifers right hand man, hew was sent to the upper world to inhabit a boy named Haku, and would rise to greatness like he once did so may years ago. He inhabited a boy named Haku, who had a will of his own; but Imoteph’s will was stronger, and each time his will was not fulfilled, he would plague the boy with diseases and boils. His time of greatness was coming. Once he had his full will, he could once again, come to the outside and damn the world.

Here he is!!!! *or a he as everyone thinks....*

Duke Brinshaw
Name: Duke Brinshaw (opponents call Brinshaw)
Age: 28
Race: 50% Hylian...... 30% Goron..... 20% Zora.......
Sex: Male.......so everyone thinks.........
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: brownish
Wieght: 189 lbs.
Hieght: 6" 5'

Weapon: Great Bladed Sword......with edges......sharp edges
Armor: Magic resistent shield; basic...not super body armour...and roman helmet
Skills: Long distance teleportation; mind-reading...phycic talking...phycic repel...Goron-Zora slam

Personality: stubborn,evil,mildly noisy, but keeps to himself
Apperance: Scruffy..unshaven...scars all over...blood dripping from new cuts.

Bio:
Before Hyrule was what it is now....His ancesorts were born...Two Hylians met and had a baby......Then the world was engulfed by fire, the parents died but the kid survived and was now adult......a Goron and the Hylian were stranded on an island in another world with the other inhabinents of "Hyrule" landed on the mainland. The Goron and the Hylian fell in love and had a baby.this baby was part Goron and part Hylian.

Years later The Goron and Hylian died..but the baby was now a man (thing)...and inherited the trait to swim from his mother the Hylian.....so he swam to the main-land. Years later he was venturing into a Zora cove....he fell in love with a Zora and had a baby.....This was Lord Brinshaw...by this time Hyrule was itself. People mocked Brinshaw...but he pays them no mind and stays in the shadows.

Helmet: http://images.google.com/images?q=tb...met_image1.jpg

Name: Seichak Daigorai (See-shak Day-gore-eye)
Age: 16
Race: Was Veroishan, but now disregards his race completely.
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Weight: 65kg
Height: 180cm

Weapon: Two short blades, held by a small hande, are Sei's weapons. He uses these, along with his swift movements, to silently take down all those who oppose him. They are his perfect weapon because of their mobility and strength.
Armor: Sei doesn't use armour, but a small shield that he holds on his back. It has the design of the Veroishans scratched out, with Sei's personal sign over it.

Strengths: Sei is deadly fast, and, because he dresses in black, is very good at stealth. And because his blades are small and very mobile, they allow him to conceal them easily. He is also strong against head on attacks and face-to-face fighting.
Weakness: The only weaknesses that Sei has is his weakness to magic attacks, which can take him down easily, and his eyes. Because his eyes glow red when angry, enemies can sometimes easily see him in dark area's.
Skills/Magic: The one main skill other then blade fighting that Sei has is the ability to temporarily vanish and teleport across short distances.

Personality: Sei's personality is based on his childhood experiences. He is moody, and doesn't usually open up to many people. When he is antagonized he gets very angry, and his eyes glow bright red in fury. But, when Sei is calm, his eye's can change to an azure blue, and he loses all of his anger. When like this is usually when he is most open to attacks.
Appearance: Sei is from the royal family of Veroishia, and because of this, his clothes are that of nobles. But, because of the many years he has spent in hiding from his family, they are quite shabby. His body is clothed with a pair of long, black, baggy pants, with a sleevless, dirty silk red cloak. Over this Sei wears a long black coat, which is ripped along the edges. Because of this appearance, Sei is usually looked on as a homeless savage, and no one cares.

History: On the 13th of December, of the year 4000 BC, a boy was born. This boy, the son of the King, went forward and grew into a strong being. 16 years after his birth, an evil sorcerer took over the world, and enslaved the entire population. This boy took on and defeated the sorcerer, freeing the world and making him a part of history forever. What the world didn't know, was that history always repeats itself ...

On the 13th of December, of the year 1000, Sei was born . This day, coincidentally, was the day that, exactly 5000 years ago, the great hero of Veroishia was born. Because of this, and that he was a descendant of the great hero, all of the land looked toward him as their hero. Ever since he could walk he was trained and trained for the day when the evil may rise again. He trained all the way up until his 15th birthday. This, was the day that he was to be married to the princess of Berna and become heir to the throne. Sei didnt want this ...

When they were travelling to the wedding, Sei erupted. Using his finely tuned skills, he killed the coachdriver, and, along with his sheild and blades, ran away to the forest of Darunst. There he has lived until now ...

Name: Rhavyn

Age: 4,700 years

Gender: Female

Race: Avarite (Yes, I made this up)

Height: 5’3"

Weight: 125 pounds

Hair color: Raven black

Eye color: Yellow, almost cat-like in appearance

*ahem* And now for a rather lengthy history/bio. Better get comfortable…

Bio: 20,000 years ago, the Avarites first appeared on the earth and slowly began to build themselves up into a prominent civilization. These unique creatures were humanoid beings with retractable talons in their hands and feet and midnight-black, feathery wings protruding from their backs. Due to their ability of flight, the Avarites built cities that floated in the sky as well as cities on the ground. Their main focus was their worship of the moon, especially the moon goddess, Selene. They built numerous and gorgeous temples and shrines dedicated to Selene and the moon.

Over the next 5,000 years or so, the Avarites developed into the dominant species on Earth. Through sheer force, they declared themselves the rulers of the planet. The other species on Earth were forced to accept this, because the armies of the Avarites were too large to struggle against. For a period of about 5,000 years, the Avarites dominated the earth without so much as a protest from the other species.

During the height of the Avarites’ power, the first Avarite child able to use Lunar magic was discovered. This child’s name was Nathelyk, and this Lunar magic ability, at first, seemed to be of great fortune for the Avarite civilization. However, the corrupting side-effect of Lunar energy was then unknown to the Avarites, and, as time went on, Nathelyk became power-hungry and sought to rule the entire Avarite nation as a dictator. Civil war erupted and tore the nation apart. Hundreds of thousands of Avarites were slain, and whole towns and cities were destroyed, mostly by the sheer ferocity of Nathelyk and his power. He was finally slain in battle by the great, heroic warrior, Gallain, but in the moments before he died, Nathelyk uttered these words for Gallain’s ears only:

“By you I’m slain, and yet I’ll live.
You know not what pow’r I’ll gain.
Your bloodline shall bring your death.
And I shall not die in vain!”

After the forces of the king at that time had suppressed the bloody civil war, all Avarite children discovered to possess Lunar magic ability were taken from their very mothers’ bosoms and slain. This caused great strife among the common Avarite people, and they prayed to Selene for an end to this madness.

Unknown to any of the Avarites, the soul and spirit of Nathelyk had ascended to the moon just moments after he had died. There, he had drawn every last ounce of Lunar energy his soul could hold and assaulted the palace of Selene. He soon had broken into the throne room without much difficulty and stood transfixed for a moment, awe-struck by the beauty of the moon goddess. His fascination, however, didn’t last very long, for Selene had broken the silence.

“I know your heart, Nathelyk. It has become blacker than the innermost parts of a black hole. Why have you assaulted my palace? Do you think to rip my power away from me?”

Nathelyk smiled, a knowing and cunning smile, and his eyes glinted evilly. “You cannot fool me, Selene, goddess of the moon. I have become this way because of the Lunar energy. The moment it contacted my soul, I became power-hungry and corrupted. Don’t think to fool me into thinking that you can use the power of the moon and remain untouched by its taint!”

Selene, her face remaining impassive, blinked once before replying. “You still have much to learn about the workings of the universe, Nathelyk.”

Without warning, Nathelyk roared in rage and lashed out at Selene with all his might. Selene sat there and took the fatal blow, and her body fell limp to he floor. Cackling insanely, Nathelyk stole the powers of the late moon goddess and set himself to the task of creating his own palace and his own servants.

“Those fool Avarites on Earth will not know what has transpired here and will continue to worship Selene. Little do they know that they will actually be worshipping me! HAHAHA!!”

Back down on Earth, time passed, and another Avarite child possessing Lunar magic ability was born. However, the mother of this child acted quickly and hid her daughter away in an abandoned mansion left from the Great Civil War. She named her child Rhianna and reluctantly left her with a single servant to grow up without knowing who her parents were or what was transpiring in the outside world.

18 years passed, and Rhianna grew into a lovely Avarite woman. One fateful day, she wandered down into the basement of the massive mansion. On one of the walls, something caught her eye. Silvery writing was slowly beginning to emerge from the stones. Rhianna, fascinated, watched the writing as it slithered across the stones. When it was finished, Rhianna read, her eyes growing ever larger as she went.

“Whosoever reads this will have supreme power if only he or she will perform the ritual inscribed below.”

Rhianna’s eyes shifted downward and skimmed the ritual. Swiftly, she gathered up the necessary objects, including a long, shining, ornate dagger and a jewel-encrusted dish. Heading back down to the basement, Rhianna performed the ritual to the letter, finishing by slitting her palms and letting the blood drip into the jewel-encrusted dish she had procured. The moment the blood splashed into the dish, she heard a maniacal, triumphant laugh and lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she was no longer herself. She had a menacing air about her, and she didn’t seem to remember who she was before. A voice suddenly echoed inside her head, and she jumped a bit in surprise.

“How do you feel, my pretty one. Can’t seem to remember your name, can you? Your name is Rhavyn, and you are MINE!”

A plain, sliver collar immediately encircled her neck, and matching silver manacles encircled both her wrists. Against her will, Rhavyn suddenly slammed into a wall. She was then picked up and thrown into the ceiling. After being held there for a few moments, she plummeted to the floor. The voice cackled incessantly inside her head. Furiously, Rhavyn attempted to tear the manacles and collar off but to no avail. The laughter crescendoed to a fever pitch.

“Give it up, Rhavyn! You can never escape me. You will do as you're told to do, or you will suffer the consequences of disobedience! Now, take your weapon and destroy the entire Avarite nation!”

A deadly looking glaive materialized in the air beside Rhavyn. A dark power emanated from it as Rhavyn took it within her grasp. Abandoning herself to her master’s will, she set out to unleash her fury upon the Avarite nation. The voice laughed again.

“Yes, go and destroy your people…descendent of Gallain!”

Now, 4,682 years later, Rhavyn wanders the earth, seeking to please her master by carrying out his will. The entire Avarite race has been completely wiped out. Rhavyn is alone with only her master to speak to. She lives a cold and lonely existence, but the Avarite she used to be has been lost to her. Her master dominates every fiber of her being. She is, in effect, an earthly reflection of him. Not wanting to displeased her master, Rhavyn searches for whomever or whatever her master desires to be destroyed.


Weapons: Rhavyn’s primary weapon is her enchanted glaive (For those of you who don’t know what a glaive is, find a picture of Sailor Saturn holding her weapon. That’s a glaive). Rhavyn can also use her 6-inch talons in her hands and feet to cause serious damage to her opponents. Due to her light frame, she isn’t the physically strongest in the world and usually relies more on her Lunar and Shadow magic in battles.

Armor: None (it hinders her freedom of movement)

Appearance: Rhavyn has striking yellow eyes and waist-length raven black hair. She is short with a light frame for easier flying. She can retract her talons and absorb her feathery wings into her body whenever she doesn’t need them. She has very sharp features and pale, almost white, skin. She wears a black hooded cloak when she travels as well as all-black pants and tunics. The most mysterious features of Rhavyn are the plain, silver manacles that encircle her wrists and the matching silver collar that encircles her neck.

Personality: An evil and menacing aura surrounds Rhavyn. She is cold, calculating, and always obedient to her master. She does not hesitate to kill or torture if it is her master’s will that she do so. She shows almost no emotion whatsoever, even while speaking to her opponents.

Name:Anglachel
Gender:Male
Race: Necromancer (well, human)
Age: Unverifiable
Complextion: White skin, black hair that has given way to gray.
Height/weight: 5'11'', 170 pounds ( fit body)
Weapon: A daggar when forced to hand to hand combat, or when in need of more devious alternatives. Knows a decent amount of Judo with which he can fend off an attacker, but cannot use it succesfully on the attack.
Magic: Dark and strong. Necromancer: dark sorceror. Not limited to any specific group (I'll keep it pretty much on theme for him though).

Character Notes: Stong on magic, and skill. Strength, low. Dexterity, moderate. Also, this is his name after his tribulations and ordeals. His birth name may or may not differ.

Bio: Long ages forgotten, Anglachel began his search for knowledge. Many years later, damned from his studies, he emerges to test his skill upon the world. His soul burns for desire of his former life, and he has strange recollections of the sea. Memory of the past are clouded, and foul images infect his mind, leaving the past a murky and mostly impenetrable mystery. He questions greatly whether or not his quest for knowledge was worth damning his soul, and gropes for meaning and searches for salvation through the cracks.

His knowlege of his work is unsurpassed and his command is unquestionable. With mere words he can summon indescribable horrors, and with small motions can release chaos from the abyss.

ooc~hey kishin, im back. this is my RP character from the XG boards.

Name-Morwinyon(Mori for short)
Nickname-Atalante Anar (Fallen Sun)
Age-173
Gender-Male
Race-Erudite/Elf
Eyes-Brown
Hair-Dark Blonde/Light Brown
Height-6'0"
Weight-173 lbs

Class-Gunblader
Rank- Z Class
Weapon-Anor's Sword/Dagger of Calim
Garbs-Completely decked out in red

Strengths-Excellent close range and long range combat. Speed and Agility. Decent strength.

Weakness-Doesnt have titanic strength. Courageous to a fault sometimes. Has a softspot for the females. Has somewhat of a temper and tends to not think too much when he loses it.

Bio-Morwinyon was once a prominent understudy of the legendary knight Galudred. He was handpicked by Galudred because he showed amazing talent and heart. He was trained by Galudred for 20 years. He rose to popularity even while he was under Galudred, and when he finally became a knight, he was already praised as a hero in his hometown.
Unfortunately Mori let the all the popularity go to his head, he left out to go 'adventuring' when he was supposed to keep his watch to gaurd his hometown. He traveled only a few mere miles away.
While he was out, a band of Goblin raiders invaded his town. Without Mori to give a good forwarning and help in the fighting, his town was easily overrun and pillaged. The goblins showed no mercy to the town. They slaughtered men, women, and children all the same. When Mori heard a piercing scream a few miles away he ran home, but was too late.
When he arrived he found his home smoldering. Dead bodies lay everywhere. As Mori slowly walked slowly thru his home, beholding the carnage of what had happened; a young boy, barely living and on the brink of death called out to him. The boys dying words would haunt Mori for the rest of his days,
"Mori, why werent you there for us? why couldnt you save us?"
Mori's life began to spiral from that day forward. He slipped into drunkeness, and began taking mercenary jobs. Many a time he would recount his sad story in his drunkeness, and others heard his sad story other ways. They began to call him the Atalante Anar, the Fallen Sun. One so prominent, so bright, so much talent, yet he had fallen.
Mori's life was about to take another turn. He took a job to assassinate a mayor and his family. He snuck into the Mayor's house and decided to kill the family first. He snuck into the children's room and was about to kill the son when he unexpectedly woke up. The boy's face resembled the boy from his hometown. Mori became haunted once more and vowed to never hurt innocense again.
Now he lives to fulfill his vow.

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Name: Blezin the Enbloodied
Age: 21 (He does not age because of the Triforce)
Race: Gerudo
Sex: Male
Hair: White
Eyes: White/Black
Weight: 298 Ib
Height: 6.7

Weapon: Double Bladed Sword (This has the ability to use fire, ice and magic abilities, His Dragon Shield, Master Sword, Soul Calibur, Razor Shield and a Deity Bow.
Armour: White, Thick Diety Armour that absorbs many enemy attacks, thick dragon scale boots and gauntlets

Strengths: Immortal to fire, ice, water, extreme heat and cold and medium magic powers and is very strong. He has the ability to absorb enemy attacks and fire them back at them when they least expect it. He cannot die because the Triforce is embedded inside him and it keeps pumping life into his evil heart. He also uses the power of the Three Pendants, The Three Spiritual Stones, The Six Sage Medallions, Segments of the Soul Edge and the One Ring

Weakness: The Strongest Magic Attack known in the world. When he uses his toughest and strongest attack, it wipes everything out, including himself

Skills/Magic: His standard skills are a Double Spin Attack, Thunder Punches and Magic absorber. These are used to wear his enemies down enough so he can disembowel them with ease. He also has the ability to run super fast and slice his opponents in two. His sword attacks are fire swipe, ice slice and death blow. These attacks are used to weaken the tougher opponents. When he uses the Triforce of Power, he has the ability to transform into a gigantic beast with razor sharp teeth and claws. Its scales are tough enough to withhold attacks from supernovas and fire swords. When he uses the Triforce of Wisdom, he becomes a creature that is immortal to all attacks thrown at him including fire, ice, water and wind. When the Triforce of Courage is used, he can dispose of huge armies with a flick of his thumb. When he uses all three parts of the Triforce at full strength at the same time, he can wipe out the toughest things out there including Demons and Angels. When he uses the Triforce, The Pendants, Spiritual Stones and the shards of the Soul Edge, he can produce an attack so devastating, it wipes out everything in its path.

Personality: Tough dude with a tough Attitude. Anyone who messes with this man should be in a different place.
Appearance: See Picture

History: Worships Ganondorf and Protects the Gerudo Tribe from all outsiders. He discovered the source of the Sacred Realm power and he destroyed it. This allowed the great king to emerge and allow his evil to spread once again. His reward for the rescue was the Triforce of Power. He used this power to go back in time to get the other two pieces of the Triforce.

He trained himself in the Gerudo Fortress using everything in his disposal. He used a Double Bladed Diety Sword to dispose of the threats that came from the East. The Three Pendants of Hyrule were given to him from the Gerudos. He used the magic that was passed down to him by the Gerudos to help win the Hylia War between the Gerudos and Zora Tribes and the Hylian Soldiers of Hyrule. He also helped to disembowel the Stalfos and DarkNut Warriors bought on by the Great Wizard.

Names: Evasonce and Alamos Icewood
Race: Ice Sheikan, aka Fairy Herders
Sex: Female and Male
Age: 19
Hair: Evasonce: Black w/blue highlights; Alamos: Brown

Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Weight: Evasonce: 120 pounds; Alamos: 140 pounds

Armor: Evasonce: Blue mail shirt with tough black leather thigh high boots with though black leather mini-shorts; Alamos: none

Weapons: Ice ring (magic), Tarvar and Alumbil (enchanted swords), and ice arrows; Alamos, Claws of the Reaper or Nirvana and Ethril, two weapons that look like seperated chucks, only on the side there is a button, which when you push them extendable claws come out. His armour also, I guess.

Weaknesses: Evasonce: Magic a bit too powerful. Sometimes harm her or Alamos because of its power. Alamos: Can't attack long range. Sometimes's hurt by Evasonce'sstrong ice magic.

Spells: Evasonce: Ice magic: the ring makes her shoot out ice beams which can freeze an enemy. The problem? Since it's so powerful, Evasonce has bas aim with it, sometimes hits herself or Alamos. She also has an intersting healing spell: When one of the two gets hurt badly, Evasonce freezes themwith enchanted ice which heals yet doesn't freeze, and can only be broken when the other of the two is greatly hurt. Alamos: none.

Appearence/personality: Both are fearsome looking.Alamos is very jaded and only trusts two people, Evasonce, and a poor weapon maker named Tzualo, also the name of his father, by a weird coincidence. Evasonce is very untrusting, trusting only Alamos, and a few peasents.

Bio: The two are twins, but their mother died when they were young. Their father, Tzualo, was a cruel ruler but hid this from his children. When the twins were 15 they found out the truth. One day Alamos was discovered to be a rebel, so Tzualo had him banished from his realm. He knew not of Evasonce's betrayl (sp?) so she stayed in her father's hall until she was 18, when she felt an urge to find him,so she snuck away and has been chased by her father's 9 elete agents for a year. Alamos had nothing, so he went into apprenticeship under Tzualo (coincidence) as a weapon maker, and made his weapon. When they were 19 Evasonce found him, and now they are banding together to overthrow their father and make Alamos king, while Evasonce has been selected by the ancient Order of the Sages to be the Sage of Ice.

Name:Expellementor
Age:14
Race:Unoknown
Sex:Male
Hairlack w/red highlights
Eyes:red w/ black pupils
Weight:128
Height:6 ft.

Weapon: a overlarge sword that is hoisted on the back
Armor:the same sword,

Strengths:Water
Weakness:Water
Skills/Magic:Summons and controles fire.

Personality:Agressive and angst.
Appearancelack traviling cloack, red shirt, blue jeans, hair all spiked up, lots of scars, pale skin, angry face on him all the time,and black wings that don't work.Name:


History:Just turned 14 and is mad at the world. So he spends time killing people weaker than him.

Here's my new char. Sorry about making my old char a new topic. Didn't realize Kishin meant in here.
Name: Alex Renosot
Age: 12
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray
Weight:64 pounds
Height: 4 ft. 5 in.

Weapon: none
Armor: none
Strengths: Ability to use moves of video game characters. He is also a super genius.
Weakness: Is physically a weak nerd
Skills/Magic: If a character he copies has skills, he can use them.

Personality: He is shy most of the time, but when he gets insulted he goes insane.
Appearance: He has a round head with a bowl cut. He wears a white shirt with green sleeves and green sweatpants.
History: Alex was a genius. His parents were proud. But he is weak. He gets teased b everyone except for his 2 or 3 friends. He doesn't even wear glasses. He hated the teasing. At his house, his brother had some mental problems, giving him a harder life. He was a master of video games though. He owned a GBA(Gameboy Advance), a PS2(Playstation 2), a GCN(Gamecube), a DC(Dreamcast), an N64(Nintendo 64), and a SN(Super Nintendo). He loved them all. One day when he was home alone, a freak power surge happened and he was knocked out. When he awoke, he found himself in a familiar place. The Black Mage Village from FF9! He saw Vivi, his favorite FF9 character. He said, " Come with me Alex Renosot, your destiny awaits. Alex followed. They ran into a monster. Alex was all of a sudden in a Black Mage outfit. He helped Vivi beat the monster. After the monster was gone, in a blink, he was at a new place. He wa sat a site of many Reploids. Megaman X7! Axl walked up to him, and motioned him. Alex followed, and ended up in a green reploid outfit. All of a sudden, Red appeared. Alex took him down with some help from Axl. Then a second later, he was in a similar city. Sonic Adventure 2! He saw Tails in his mech. Alex gained a green mech, and followed Tails. They blasted off Eggman when he appeared, and Alex was whisked off. He was now in a forest with lots of sprouts around him. Pikmin! He got a spacesuit and helped Olimar and the pikmin take down a huge monster. Once again, somewhere new. He appeared to be on the internet. Megaman Battle Network! He saw Megaman fighting Bass. He had a green Megaman outfit, so helped. He was sent to another place. It loooked like a star. Kirby 64! He became a small green puffball and helped Kirby beat Deedeedee. He was sent off one last time. He saw a giant sword in a castle. Super Mario RPG! He saw Mallow and became one of his kind, a cloud person. He helped Mallow beat the sword and then was in a vortex. All of the characters gathered around him and faised their arms. He felt soemthing inside. Then he woke up. Thinking it was a dream, he left the house. He found the world different. He was in a new world. He felt inside him and he changed shape! He could now become everything he had become in the dream... errrr...... adventure. He decided a new world would be a great place for a new life. He set off to put his abilities to good use.
Edit: Here is my first characters bio. He was approved in the old thread.
Name: Axel
Age:11
Race:deku
Sex[/b[male
[b]Hair:leaves
Eyes:green
Wieght:40 pounds
Hieght: 3 feet
Weapon: a short metal rod with a green jewel
Armor:

Personality: easygoing but very sensitive about being insulted. he can get ticked off really easy, but is generally very nice.
Apperance: sorry no picture. so the best i can do is explain him. he is like a deku guard from majoras mask with strange green markings on his body and a green loin cloth.
Bio: Axel began his life as a normal deku scrub. He lived so far in the lost woods, no humans even knew it went that far. When he was 5, other deku scrubs began teasing him. Eventually he got fed up with them and entered the world. But there, no one respected him because he was a small 7 year old deku scrub. He got mad with the world and soon had an idea. He would fight the most powerful warriors and make a good name for deku scrubs everywhere and then other deku scrubs wouldn’t insult him. He then found a relic to farore and called upon her. She did not come, but gave him mysterious green markings. For 4 years he trained in magic and became a master deku scrub mage. At age 11, he set out into the world to show the world what he had become.

Name:Vincent
Age:31
Race:Human then Super human
Sex:male
Hair:Long flowing black hair with two spikes of hair in the front
Eyes:blue
Weight:176
Height:6 ft. 11

Weapon:2 dual pistols encrested with the mark of teraq'u.A 12 gauge shotgun occupies his back.A 5 foot sword with also the mark of teraq'u is by his side.

Armor: A body case of metal.Let me explain this very carefully.Say if someone shoots at his chest.Right where that shot is going to hit, a plate of solid mythril pops up and defends him.So anywhere you shoot him a plate of solid mythril pops up and defends him.It does have its draw backs.Each time the metal protudes out of his body he gets a sudden nervous jolt, making him suceptable to magic and stuff.Sometimes he just encases himself in it except for the head and charges at his opponent.

How he got this metal I will explain.Vincent was driving to teraq'u headquarters one night from a mid night sweep.He noticed something suspicious out in the streets and decided to take a look.Since it was his duty anyways.All of a sudden this huge mac truck comes flying out of the distance and slams into the two suspicious and heads straight for vincents car.strangely it had the mark orf wings with a man look towards the heavens.The teraq,u mark.Vincent slammed his car in reverse in a desperate try to get out of the way.Too late.The mac truck hit him full force.Vincent flew out of his car and thudded onto the cold pavement 20 feet away.The truck swirved into the alley.Vincent was left out cold.

I think we should know Vincent was the top leading commander in the teraq'u army.Teraq'u was first built for intelligence reasons to bring the country back to power.Oh they did, but at a price.....further explained in bio....back to armor.The reason he was out that night on a sweep, was a bet from another commander.But that commander had more up his sleeve than making a joke of vincent.

Vincent awoke in a lighted chamber.All was white.He struggled off the bed and stretched his legs and torso.He opened his eyes.He chukled,"This must be heaven."A voice boomed on the intercom above,"Step out of the door."So he did.He was greeted by a gunshot and a sudden nervous jolt."WHAT THE HECK!!!!"

"Very interesting,"murmured the man in white that just shot him."Did you see what just happened?"
"Im alive?"
"Very."
"HOW!!"YOU JUST SHOT ME!"
"look down."
Vincent could see metal seeping back into his chest.
"You sir have been privaleged enough to be our prototype for the new generation of warfare.We needed a near death specimen for our expirements to work.You sir,you are the most advanced specimen now I have ever worked on."
Vincent looked down his coat.The mark of teraq'u was laced onto his scientist jacket.
"Have you told my wife?"
"I am sorry sir, they were killed last night.You got in a car accident and you were the only one breathing.We decided to save your life by giving you this gift.
Vincent fell on the floor gasping for air.The scientist grabbed him and hauled him to his bed and applied a sedative to him.

Vincent woke once more in a chamber.But this time not lighted, it was actually very dark.It was a prison chamber.he felt his way through the darkness and felt soft skin touch him.
"Who is this?"he wispered.
"Vincent?"
"Sarah!!""Your alive!?A person told me you were......."
"Vincent."
"No!!!!!!"Vincent screamed
"You must accept that I will die, but I want you to know something.They took us from our home and killed our children.The teraq'u are behind this.They have used you for an expirement.But have wiped out all your evidence of living.Escape......Vincent.....
"NO!!!!"
Vincent could feel coldness sweep throughout his body.He yelled out in rage.Metal serged out of his body and encased him.He got up and kicked the prison door right through the next cell and flying out of the building.All these thoughts serged through his mind....truck......gasping for air......him.Vincent flew out of the building still and encased with metal and landed on the ground 80 feet down.Vincent was going berserk, adrenaline rage grabbed his body and never let go.You could call it a high.He leaped back up inside the building.He landed inside the building right where this nightmare had began.He screamed out in rage.
"WHO DID THIS TO ME!!!!!"
A man cassualy walkdown the stairs and greeted vincent as no more than a visitor.
"I see our tests have proven positive.We just took those humans out so no one could trace you.If they traced teraq'u it would be the end of us, you got to understand Vincent, friend."

Vincent leaped at the man and threw him straight out of the building.But before he left he grabbed two pistols, a shotgun and an old sword from the stock before he left.He would not use the sord on anybody since it was only for one person, the person responsible for this madness.He lept out of the building never to be seen again.






Strengths:Shooting,physical strength
Weakness:Magic, electricity magic
Skills/Magic:Shooting

Personality:Vicious in a split second, he still has compassion reserved but no human being could ever see it through his vicious ways
Appearance: You already know about the hair.When hes mad he always has a vicious scowl.A long brown over coat conceals most of his weapons.Brown khaki pants are his usual choice of concealment from people seeing his metal surge out sometimes.(It sometimes seeps out when hes angry.)His overcoat on the back has the mark of teraq'u.But instead of having the man just looking towards the heavens with wings, it has the fires of hell burning beneath him.He has no shirt on.He likes it that way, he never really figured it out.Very muscular.

History:Well Vincent at the age of three was very intelligent and at the top of his class.As Vincent grew older he majored in bussiness and science.Techy science.After graduating from a rough year at college he saw that a new bussiness promising very good pay was a one way ticket to the good life.Vincent journeyed inside the teraq'u building eyeing the grand architecture riddling all the walls.A man to the left was bussily making out paperwork.Vincent walked up and cassualy addressed the man as Bud.

"Hey bud, where can a guy like me get work around here.The man looked up and eyed him carefully.Down the hall and to the right, talk to the man with the army suit he show you where to go.So Vincent walked down the hall and came upon that same man he described.The man looked into his eyes hard the same as the other man did at his desk.
"Follow me."
"I got the job?"
"What do I do?"

"Your name is Vincent I believe."

"How did you know?"

" I am trained to know, you will be too."
"We are no push around bussiness sir, we require the elite, and much more than that.We require everything."

"Yes sir."

"Good."

Follow me."

Vincent followed him up the stairs.

"Put this on."

It was a coat that had the mark of Teraq'u on it.Once he put it on it seemed to absorb him.It seemeed to grab him and make him stronger and more cunning.Vincent followed the man back downstairs and let him out of the building since it was late.

"Feel free to keep that coat on Vince."

"Yes sir."

From then on Vincent started to work at Teraq'u headquarters.Always one step in front of his peers he grew in the ranks.He finally came to reside at commanding general of the Teraq'u army.The most advanced warfare unit on the planet.One night Vincent had to do a sweep since he lost a bet.......A bet that was rigged and directed straight towards Vincent.

my approved character
Name:Kaon
Age:about 18 but he can't quite remember
Race:human(he thinks, later learnes he is the reeincarnation of an acient mythical beast)
Sex:male
Hair:white
Eyes:blue
Weight:150
Height:6'

Weapon:sword(in his normal form when merged with an animal he uses his body)
Armor:a shirt ment for undetected protection

Strengths: speed, strength, determination and benevolence(reduces his amount of enemies)
Weakness: no abilities with magic, stubborn, easy to anger(makes him sloppy), and benevolence(almost killed him once)
Skills/Magic: beast merger

Personality: shy mysterious serious in certain situations but otherwise carefree. loves animals and helps people expecting no reward.
Appearance: headrefer to attachment) body: gray unbuttoned overcoat white t-shirt brown pants.

History:I don’t remember where I came from or how long it’s been since my parents died, I barely even remember what they were like. I know my mom was a kind woman who said I was destined for great things and my dad wanted me to be something I didn’t want to be. I have been traveling pointlessly for as long almost my whole life. Always been alone; animals were the closest things I had to friends. They didn’t fear me like they did other people. One day a monster attacked me, I usually could hold my own in battle (my travels have made me strong) but it totally overpowered me. Just before the finishing blow a nearby wolf came to my aid. I can’t explain how but I somehow merged with it. My strength, speed, stamina just about all of my physical aspects became better. I easily defeated the monster and then separated from the wolf. How did I do that fusion with the wolf, where did I get the ability? I later learned I could fuse with almost any animal. After that I now have a purpose for traveling, to learn more about my special ability.

Name: Rùn Kai. EXE
Age: 25
Race: Net Navi
Sex: Female
Hair Color: silver
Eye Color: silver
Weight: 180
Height: 5’10

Weapons: Mega Buster, a weak Buster Sword, or Battle Chips
Armor: Strong armor Willy programmed on her, will sometimes change style.

Strengths: She’s extremely fast/agile, pretty strong.
Weaknesses: coldness and non-battle chips.
Personality: Extremely Vengeful, Loves to Battle, Will destroy anyone or anything...at the right price
Appearance: Looks pretty much like Protoman (she’s supposed to a copy of his dark side...in bio) except no shades, the face looks like a girl, the chest sticks out, and a visor comes down whenever a battle is on.

Bio: Willy got a tiny bit of Protoman.exe’s data copy it’s dark side into a P.E.T. but what he didn’t realize is his dark is also his feminine side, so when the copy came out it was a woman. Mad with the results he decided to delete her, when she heard she was going to be deleted she got so mad she broke out of the P.E.T. and her data flew around the room into a port to the Undernet. After that she went around stealing battle chips and programs she kept on getting caught and put in prison P.E.T.s but right when she got the news that she was going to be deleted she got very angry and broke out into the nearest jacking port. One day the F.B.I. officials sent a bug threw out the Internet, Undernet, ect. ect. thinking it would get her and everything else. Now she is as strong as a normal Navi but she still has technique. Then she became a bounty hunter for anyone and just in case she always keeps a program like that on.

Alright, Kishin approved him.
Name: Soumei (japanese word for intelligent one)
Age: 24
Race: Human (japanese if you want to get specific)
Sex: male
Hair: brown, similar to Ryus from street fighter.
Eyes: green
Weight: 120 pounds
Height: 5 ft. 6"

Weapon: Kyuusai (sword, japanese word for salvation) It has a white shief with golden designs at the bottom. The handle is silver with a green gem at the bottom. there are gold designs all over the handle. the blade is of course silver, but also long and slim, like a ninja sword.
Armor:
Strengths: speed, strength, intelligence
Weaknesses: doesn't like to fight, not much defense for his body, very forgiving
Skills/Magic: his one skill allows him to dash and disapear and strike his opponent from above. EDIT: He recently developed, and accesed a technique he was told about during training. He accesses true anger, an then gets an energy aura, as well as slightly larger muscles, making him physically stronger. If he goes to far with the anger, then he loses all control and goes insane. He is able to pull back to himself with extreme struggle, which also causes him to leave his powered up state. He then becomes weak and in poor condition if he is forced to do his.

Personality: he is kind and gallant, but also stubborn for what he believes in.
Appearance: I'll skip the hair and eyes since they're up above. he doesn't wear an undershirt, only a green overcoat with silver linings at the end of the sleeves. on the back is his name in white. he has white pants that have a gold lining at the bottom of the leggings. he wears no shoes.
History: During the time of samurais in ancient Japan, there was a young boy of a wealthy family named Muteki (japanese word for invincible). He longed to fight for his country, and when he was eight, he met an man of about 50 years during a storm. He helped the man get to his home, so he stayed. the man soon learned he wanted to be a samurai. he told the boy that he was once a samurai, and that the boy could learn all from him. the boy accepted, and they wrote a letter to his parents. they did not mind, for they wanted him to be happy. the man revealed himslef to be named Genrou (the japanese name for elder). Genrou got a wooden sword out of a trunk and gave it to Muteki. Muteki saw a door that was tightly locked, and asked what was behind it. Genrou said that if he ever asked again, he would be expelled. for ten years Genrou trained Muteki, and he became a fine warrior. One day, Genrou said he had something to take care of, and he told Muteki to watch the house. After Genrou was far away, Muteki followed, because Genrou had brought his sword, and he never brings it on business! so he followed him and saw he met with a young 30 year old man who appeared to be evil. Genrou could not defeat him beacuse his arthritis kicked in, so Muteki jumped in. with his wooden sword, he defeated the man. impressed, Genrou took out a key when they got home. he used it to unlock the locked closet. he led Muteki down a large staircase. when they got to the bottom, Muteki saw a large wall with rare swords all over. Genrou picked one and brought it to Muteki. "This sword has great power. it is one of three legendary swords. it is called the Saikyou (which means strongest). Muteki thanked Genrou, and left because his training was complete. he became a master samurai, and at age 22, married. at age 26, he had a son. he left the role of samurai to take the role of father. for 4 years, their son had no name, for nothing suited him. Then when he was 4, he proved himself to be very smart, so they named him Soumei (like in the beginning, means intelligent one). He was raised to be strong, smart and fast. but, Soumei hated fighting, so he despised his fathers role as samurai when he entered it again when he was 31 and Soumei 5. When Soumei was 14, his father pleaded him to join the samurais. Soumei abrubtly said no, and the two got into an argument. Soumei left. hours later, he saw his father and his samurais fighting a bunch of evil samurais. his father won, but Soumei had despised watching. Then, the souls of the fallen samurais gathered together, and in darkness, formed an evil monster samurai. it injured his father, and left. Soumei was angry at the monster and sad hoping that his father was ok. then, he realized someone else was watching. He chased him until they arrived at a small house. Soumei bursted in and demanded if the man had anything to do with the monster. The man said why would he, he nearly killed his best pupil. Soumei realized that this man must be his fathers master. They talked, and Soumei realized that it was Genrou. Genrou led him to the wall of swords and gave him a sword. "This is the Kyuusai. It is the last of the three legendary swords that has not been wieled yet. Your father wielded one, and I wield one. The beast was awakened because so many evil souls were killed by a legendary sword. the only way to kill it is with another legendary sword. your training begins tomorrow, get good sleep." "Genrou, what if I don't want samurai training?" "You do, my boy, you do." so Genrou trained him, and ten years later at age 24, he set out to find the beast and destroy it, as well as fight others and increase his skills if he has to.

Here is my newly made character

Name: Kuunas
Age: 18
Race: Unknown
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Weight: Unknown
Height: 2m

Weapon: Twin Enchanted Scimitars, powered with holy powers. Has the hammer symbol on the hilts of these weapons.

Armour: Green enchanted breastplate, with a yellow hammer symbol on it.

Strengths: Great strength and speed, excellent sight and hearing.

Weakness: Stubborn at times and never asks for help.

Skills/Magic: Has elemental powers, tracking skills, weapon and armour/shield forging skills.

Personality: Doesn’t like fighting but will fight to help others. Mysterious, keeps to himself.

Appearance: He is a fairly tall youth but has very broad shoulders; he is fairly well built. He has blonde spiky hair with green eyes, with pointed ears. He wears a green sleeveless tunic underneath his Green breastplate. He wears a green pair of grubby long pants held up by a brown leather belt with his hammer symbol on the belt buckle. He wears brown leather gloves not only for making and fixing weapons and armour, but for better grip when fighting. He wears brown leather knee high boots with soft soles to reduce footprints and make his movements unheard even over twigs and foliage. He wears his scimitars on his back, with leather scabbards to hold them in place, the straps crisscross his chest.

History: Kuunas was the son and apprentice of a blacksmith in the village of Mangas Efinol, on the Island of Effinusia. He lived a strenuous life, moulding weapons and armour for many fighters that went through his village. He had a happy life though; the village was quiet and peaceful. During his life a big yellow chest fascinated him in his home, which held many things known only by his father. His father promised him that when Kuunas was 21 he would show him what lied in the mysterious chest. Then one day a warlord named Hellias destroyed his village and killed his father and many others.

Before his father died he opened the chest for Kuunas, revealing a strange breastplate and pair of scimitars. His father quickly explained that these items held great magical power and will protect Kuunas, and to use them only to vanquish evil. With that, the blacksmith died in Kuunas’ arms. From then on, Kuunas has roamed throughout the lands, not only to help the needy but to also find the man that destroyed his life.

Name: Skargrim
Age: 19
Race: Orc
Sex: No thanks I’m waiting for the right person…oh wait…I see. Male
Hair: None
Eyes: Red
Weight: 19 stone
Height: 6’7 (7’ if he stood up straight)

Weapon: Kleeva’s Cleaver of Cleavage (Scimitar, or ‘Choppa’ to an Orc)

Armour: any bit of metal he can strap to himself

Strengths: err…strength? Relative skill with the above scimitar (Bladed end hits enemy)

Weakness: Mother inadvertently mated with two short planks, squigs (throw the squig away and the big dumb Orc brings it back to me!) habit of chasing fire-throwing Elves

Skills/Magic: Orc??? Magic??? Nah!!! Immune to backstabs and being hit on the head

Personality: dumb, aggressive, blunt…Your standard hateable Orc

Appearance: Big, green and mean. This muscle-bound nitwit is literally bulging with feral aggressiveness and the instinct to kill. His armour, although light by Orc standards, provides adequate, again by Orc standards, protection when coupled with his natural brutishness. He’s as tall as most men and would be taller if he stood up straight, his long arms end in fists as large as a man’s head and only marginally more dexterous. His great fat skull encases a small brain and holds two small but very vicious-looking eyes and a gaping maw lined with sharp, ragged tusks.
The armour and clothing of this beast does nothing to please the eye, and neither does his personal hygiene. His armour and equipment are worn and rusted but pretty serviceable his hands.

History: As all Orcs he grew up in a tribe and fought with them…usually against other Orcs, even those who were supposed to be on his side. After a particularly vicious battle with the King of Hyrule his tribe was practically wiped out he fled to the mountains where he took refuge in a cave after evicting the resident Troll. As it turned out the previous occupant had entertained a recent guest, whose equipment was still intact even is his body left something to be desired…head, limbs and internal organs for example. Not really knowing what they were or how to use them he sat down to figure it out

The sun shone on the seventh day to the sound of “Now if I do Dis…” sound of clanking and magical discharge “…My hand turns black”. Figuring it best to leave ‘Da Armour of Da Black Hand’ alone he went out to get some food…of course there’s not much to eat in the mountain aside from rocks, stone and the occasional goat so the very hungry and downright annoyed Orc headed back to his cave with a goat over on shoulder, a boulder over the other and some firewood strapped to his back that he’d scavenged from a nearby farmer’s shed…the farmer didn’t seem to think carrying a lot of wood was necessary while running as fast as your legs can carry you. Now most people, when confronted with a small Dark Elf trying to steal something from them would yell “Hey you!” and give chase. The Orc however, oblivious to the elf, sat down and made a fire with the goat in order to cook his rock and wood. It is assumed the Elf escaped sometime while the Orc was eat, sleeping or otherwise engaged as there are no mental records of the Orc noticing that his new armour had gone, but that’s Orcs for you.

Notes: on the above strengths which are immunities I realise it may seem a bit unfair to most players but I would like to assure everyone they are purely for role-playing purposes. If, for example, someone does hit him on the head the Orc will most probably just stare dumbly for the duration of the reply post allowing the player to ‘try again’ as no action has been lost.

Mine seems so short in comparison, i will add more later...

Name: He is often called Sabre because of his sword skills
Age: 19
Race: Human - pirate
Sex: Male
Hair: Dark brown, curly and usually messy
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 125 kg
Height: 6,4

Weapon: Pirates sabre, metal sword
Armor: none

Strengths: His Strengths would probably be his speed and Sword skills

Weakness: Low forms of defence and his Sword isnt too usefull when it comes to a heavy armed foe.....

Skills/Magic: Excellent sword skills

Personality: Lively, kind hearted, and has a terrible temper. When he becomes angry of frustrated he will take it out on the nearest person or object.

Appearance: Normal everyday person at first glance, carries two swords on him, one strapped to his back and a sabre on his belt, has a torn white shirt underneath a black vest, a scar on his left arm an ever lasting reminder of that stormy night when his boat was boarded by another group of pirates, really curly hair that can only really be hidden by a hat.....hence brushing is pointless, light blue eyes and tanned skin...thats about all.

History: Born upon a pirate ship and learned the ways of a pirate almost since he was able to walk, at a young age Sabre was extremely talented with a wooden sword and eventually with a metal foil which earned him the nick name Sabre.
At the age of 15 his boat which he had been on his whole life was boarded by a group of pirates and ended up in his parents being killed and himself being taken captive and forced into a life of slavery, Traumatised (sp?) by the sight of both his parents being ruthlessly murdered Sabre wouldnt work very hard for these new pirates who didn't care for him at all and beat him periodically....... but by the age of 17 Sabre was sold as a slave to a group of pirates who did not work or beat him but cared for him and taught him the ways of a pirate and the ways of swordsmanship.
On the eve of his 19th birthday Sabre set out on his own journey out to sea on a small yet effective vessel, he didn't know where he was going and frankly he didnt care he was free at last to roam the seas at his will, without the torture of other pirates beating up on him

Now I have a second character. Yay for me.

Name: King
Age: Mid-fifties. Ish. At least that’s what he says.
Race: Human, Fat, Scottish-in-Descent
Colour: Sort of ruddy-over-white.
Sex: Male
Hair: Rusty-red with strands of grey; long and wavy, commonly tied into braids; likewise his long beard.
Eyes: One brown. For the other, see ‘Armour.’
Weight: 350lbs
Height: 6"5'

Weapon: Axe. And anything that happens to be on hand (eg. chairs, tables, livestock, people).

Armour: Finely woven dragon hide, which is reputed to be impenetrable. Funny story: King was given the suit as ransom for kidnapping Princess Helen of the dragon-riders of the North, and he demanded that it be bourne of Flickerspit, the Princess’ prize mount. Helen found this somewhat upsetting, and unnecessarily cruel; she had found memories of her time with King, namely because he fed her, whereas any other Barbarian King (and she’d had experience with her share) would have fed on her. In her time as captive, she gained intimate knowledge of the encampment, and stole away from her father one night to exact revenge. It came as a dart blown hastily in the dark - King rose the next morning apparently blind in one eye... but those close to him swore his sight was better than ever.

Strengths: His physicality is imposing to say the least - his combined height and breadth storming over a hill gives one the impression of a boulder rolling at great, terrible speed. His reflexes belie his size - you could be halved by his axe before you saw his big arms move. Equally impressive is his cunning, by which has felled great cities with only a handful of men and women, and conquered whole countries. A fearless warrior and daring strategist, King knows few equals.

Weakness: King knows few equals. Therefore he is cocky, and on occasion careless. He has lead armies to their grisly, certain death, and while he always manages to escape alive (and has no intention to stop now), he is willing to sacrifice others for his own gain, which has lead to some unrest in the camp of his followers.

Skills/Magic: One of the reasons he is seemingly untouchable in battle. King displays an uncanny prowess when fighting enemies, as if he knows what move his opponent is about to make. And somehow, when things go wrong, he is never there to be held accountable. All this has something to do with a ‘deal’ he made. With a certain ‘devil.’

Personality: He’s the sort of man you notice when he enters a room - namely because he fills it, both in terms of his size and his gregarious attitude. Though known as a fearsome warrior he has a wicked sense of humour, and more often than not has the pub roaring with laughter as he stands and recounts his adventures. Big, bold, arrogant and sly, he is surprisingly possessed of refined social graces that have flattered and seduced Kings and Queens alike. Reckless at times, but always grinning with his big, broad teeth, many people have tried to figure King out... and failed miserably. Ultimately, he is unpredictable, and most clearly insane.

Appearance: Huge, distended belly; arms the size of tree-trunks; dragon-hide armour hidden under a facade of exotic furs and a flowing regal cape; helmet fashioned with sharp ivory tusks; large broad-headed axe strapped either on his back or hip; blue tribal tattoos covering every inch of his body; big, bushy eyebrows, braided beard and hair; every inch the proud king and vicious warrior.

History: His father once told him, “An Axe is all the accuracy you need.” As a boy, he took this lesson to heart, especially when his father illustrated the point when he brought the young King to the front lines of his most recent campaign. There he watched fascinated as the senior King confronted a line of riders alone; as they passed him he wove his axe through their ranks with eerie accuracy, leaving many limbs of horse and man littered in his wake.

King never had a home, not precisely - he was reared in encampments and strongholds, always with an army outside the barricade. The fruit of King Sr.’s rape of Queen Lily (who was before her demise the forerunner to unite the disparate kingdoms of In-World), King comes by his regal heritage honestly if sinister. Queen Lily the Wise was kept alive by the senior King and dragged from town to town as the boy in her womb fattened, sapping her strength from within while his father beat her carefully and viciously. Bruised and battered, carrying her newborn son tightly to her bosom, Queen Lily made a desperate gamble for freedom the night of his birth. She got nearly three miles from camp but easily became lost and disoriented in the thick surrounding wood, and died with her baby clutched to her chest. The senior King found his son days later - he survived by feeding off his dead mother’s soured milk, instinct and an uncanny will to live driving him to her bloated breast. Pulling his son from the corpse, he immediately brought the baby to the resident witch and charged her with his care. The witch insisted she not be forced to leave her centuries-old home, and for that King Sr. cut off her legs, stating, “Your roots will stay planted here.” And he laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

The legless witch did not speak after that, but did care for the child most ardently, at first scrutinized by the senior King but soon left to her own devices as he all but forgot he had a son. The years that followed were happy for King, and he grew to love the silent and kind Brea Slipswitch. Though she appeared mute to everyone, she communicated with King most efficiently, and filled his head with ideas about power, planting the seed of her revenge. At the time of her escape King was only five, and very recently re-introduced to his father, who was quite happy with his son’s rearing at the hands of the cunning witch. For all appearances, King was every inch his father’s junior. But inside, Brea Slipswitch had kept the ghost of his mother very much alive. These two women were such strong influences on the young King that, on his fifteenth birthday when his father lay trembling at his feet, the senior King’s last vision was of his kidnapped Queen and Brea Slipswitch staring out of his son’s shining eyes.

After slaying his father, King took up his mantle - few spoke against him, all fearful of the witch’s influence and the boy’s innate power. And so he continued his father’s legacy of bloodshed and conquest, but gained a reputation for being a fair and cunning leader, never killing without reason, and often leaving towns to rule themselves under his banner. In some countries, he became known as a hero, freeing oppressed townsfolk from the rule of distant and careless monarchies. Because of his helm he was often called the Red Elephant, and soon adopted it as his sigil. His goal was complete world domination, but the whispers decried the pomp of such statements, noting in his progress from Out-World to In that he carried his father’s strength but his mother’s sense of justice. Born into local legend before the age of twenty, some saw King as the Coming of the New, a long prophesied social messiah that would herald the start of a united people and a common destiny.

Of course, all that changed when King faced his deadliest adversary, the King of Rats. Dominating a small but vicious band of warrior tribes, the King of Rats seemed unbeatable - sweeping through cities and towns with unbelievable precision and ability. In his wake he left his own propaganda, rivalling King’s implied claim of the Coming of the New. Faced with the prospect of losing to this enemy, King sought out the council of his nurse-maid, who informed him the King of Rats had made a deal with a powerful demon and could not be conquered. Never one to admit defeat (and fairly inflated by his own accomplishments), King would not be undone - against Brea Slipswitch’s council, he sought the protection of the most vile and powerful demon in Other-World, who brokered a deal with him, the details of which are still not known to this day. He defeated his adversary easily... but had changed somewhat, now prone to rage and acts of senselessness completely out of character with who had been all this time. His repute dropped among the masses, and in each town he met increasing resistance - some of his own troops abandoned him, no longer sure of his destiny but quite sure that he had gone mad with power. The faithful remained, but were not silent in their confusion.

King still presses on, still thinks of himself as the Coming of the New; it is his duty to free all people from disparate rulers and unite them under his banner. But his bouts of madness get stronger. And he barely sleeps, for fear of dreaming.