Character List

Name:Grurg
Age:25
Race:Orc/troll (it's kind of hard to tell with these guys)
Sex:male
Hair:a black Mohawk
Eyeslack (which can be seen when fully open, which isn't often)
Weight:20 stone
Height:6'8

Weapon: Fumpas Club of Fumpin' (A very very big club) and 8 spears (like small trees to a human)

Armor: Armour of Protectines. (this armour was made by Goblins and is of considerable skill, considering it was made my Goblins)

Strengths:Stupidity is a dangerous thing, this is no exception, and on top of that brute strength and troll like stamina. Mild regenerative ability.

Weakness:Troll brain. Not always sure which end of the Harpoon is sharp.

Skills/Magic:Troll hunter. Despite stupidity he is amazing at finding and killing trolls, why we may well never know. Magic, well when he eats a bean field he can make whole towns vanish...but I'm not sure that counts.

Personality:Standard brutal orc with troll stupidity and both of the species aggression thrown in.

Appearance: BIG, in every direction with knobbed skin somewhere between scum green and cess black. Muscles bulge out in of his overly tight armour (don't dwell on this thought, really don't) makes him look like some kind of giant green-black tank that lost to a very large microwave. You would guess that his ancestors included a brick, a tank, a troll, a blender, an orc and lots and lots of radiation to get his current appearance. He's tall, over a mans height even with the distinct stoop of the greenskin races and his fists are easily able to engulf a mans head (the tear it clean off). His long arms nearly drag on the floor and seem to help his tree trunk legs propel him along, like a large, angry, green-black, foul smelling chimpanzee. His thick face contains half-lidded black eyes that make him look half asleep (with he normally is) a flat nose and an oversized mouth full of sharp oversized teeth.

HistoryIC: I doz not remember much of dis) He grew up in a tribe of sorts and fought...well...everything really, even if they were meant to be on his side, but that's greenskins for you. His tribe was overran by a few trolls that the Hyrule soldiers had scared off, most of them managed to survive, except the one orc that may have had something to do with his appearance on this planet, his dad, previous resident troll hunter, was inadvertently squashed by a stampeding cow and the four barrels of fungus brew, then and orc wagon, then some stampeding orcs. So Grurg found himself trying to become a troll hunter because of his unusually close bodily (and mental) resemblance to trolls. His fathers club is still with him.

It was during one of his first memorable hunts (he'd forgotten the rest due to large amounts of fungus brew) he found his armour after tracking a particularly nasty, slimy, smelly troll overran some small, slimy, smelly, nasty goblins and was picking it's teeth with what might have been a Goblins thigh that Grurg grabbed the armour and ran like hell.

He was still running, well blundering (he's always got fungus brew), and now, with a hangover like only a troll can have, he's found his way here.

Name: Shadow Striker
Age: 18
Race: Dark Elf
Sex: Male
Hair: Black and long
Eyes: Dark Blue (Evil Shade of blue)
Weight: 18 Stone
Height: 6’3"

Weapon: Black Dragon Dagger

Armor: Black Dragon Stealth Suit

Strengths: Stealing, Backstabbing, Throwing fireballs (at Orc's)

Weakness: Stone Floors, Stealth Suit (not working) [very rarely does]

Skills/Magick:

Skills: Well He is a very good back stabber, and is very good at stealing. In addition, is good at being unnoticed!

Magick: Fireballs (only weak ones), Death Touch (only works when he is angry)

Personality: Loner, and sometimes aggressive

Appearance: Check picture

History:

Was born on an island far away, and only knows violence and death. As he was beaten when he was younger and seen, his mother killed but his father when he was 6 years old. Moreover, has never gotten over her “Death”, his father was always drunk and beat him every night until he was black and blue or in hospital. Until one dark night he took a long sword that his father kept in the back room and slide the long blade into his father neck and then watch as he slowly die from the lost of blood. All of about 2 weeks later now being at the age of 14 he moved over to this island where he meets a Wizard.

That took him in and teaches him the arts of Fire Magick, he done this for a good 2 years until one day his master hit him with his staff, and then he killed his master, and was on the run from then on. On the travels around the island he runs into what looks like an old cave, inside this cave is the suit of amour and the dagger. However, there was still someone left inside of the amour what ever was eating him had not finished him. However, this did not stop him!

As he was leaving the cave, he could hear someone or something near the entrance to the cave. Being the thief as he is crept out and ran off carrying the suit of amour and the dagger. Until he runs into a merchant, whom he tries to sell that amour and dagger to but he refuses and says, “I don’t deal in Black Dragon Equipment”, he soon remembers what his master told him about Black Dragon Equipment!

“Black Dragon Equipment is very powerful when used correctly!”

Therefore, he puts the armor on and carries the dagger in the little slot that has been made in the armor for it.

Now he continues his travels…. To be continued with the adventures of the future!!!

Finally got aprroved...hehe

Name: Ruben
Age: 19 (aging is the same as a human)
Race: Lamoreann
Sex: Male
Hair:White
Eyes: Opal
Weight: 156lb.
Height: 5’11”

Weapon: He keeps a twin sword strapped to his back. (A twin sword looks like a normal pole, but it separates at the middle revealing two blades sheathed in each other). He made it when he first started his blacksmithing apprenticeship, but he once his skills improved he remade the weapon. As far as he knew it was near indestructible. The blades each measure 19” in length, making the handles/sheaths also measure 19”. The entire pole when on his back is, therefore, 38”.

Armor: None

Strengths: His light weight makes him incredibly fast. Within his race his speed is unmatchable. His appearance will fool the unsuspecting into thinking he has little physical strength, but his strength is at least two and a half times of what he looks to be capable of.

Weakness: The short blades and long handles of his weapons give him a short reach. His small frame makes him look like an easy target so he is challenged quite often, not able to live a respectful warrior life. He always wants to help people who look as if they need it, making him somewhat predictable in that area. His sole goal is to find his sister and whoever killed the rest of his family; this makes him pretty predictable.

Skills/Magic: He has wings that are able to retract into his body when he doesn’t need them. The back stitching of his clothes is specially made to form around his wings and not be torn. He always had a knack for magic and spells, but he prefers close combat to magic wars. He uses his magic abilities when he it is a necessity.

Personality: He is rather humble and rarely underestimates his enemies. He tries to avoid attention and blends in with his surroundings when in towns. Unjust punishment does not set well with him. Warriors with considerable abilities will receive respect; those who result to insults will be dealt with. He’s very blunt, gets right down to business, but likes to have a little humor behind his friendly battles.

Appearance: He wears just a shirt and pants with normal traveling boots. He usually attires a black cloak and hood when around people. His twin sword is strapped to his back underneath the cloak as not to draw to draw unwanted attention.

History: Here goes...

‘Ruben was walking home one day from his job as a blacksmith. The cool autumn breeze made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and his arms formed goose bumps. Little did he know that that cool autumn breeze was not as cold as he thought. As he turned the corner, his boots kicking up the dust on the dirt pathway, he could smell something cooking. He dwelled upon the aroma for a few seconds and then realized that was no cooking. Something was burning! As he came to the next curve in the road, the last one before his home, he could see a flicker of light. He immediately broke out in a full sprint and came around that last bend to find his house engulfed in flames. He started panicking, but he soon regained his composure and started yelling for help. He yelled into the flames for his family, “Mom! Dad! Joseph! Krista!”

He ran to the well, ripped out the bucket of water, and frantically started to douse the flames. Tears and sweat stung his eyes. He sat down and watched his entire life die within hours. The years he had spent in that house. He grew up there, lived there, and even learned to….fly there. At the thought of flying he opened his wings. He started fanning the flames with mighty gusts from his brilliantly white wings. The flames amazingly started to die down. Ruben kept it up. The fire was eventually just a smoldering ember.

Ruben wearily walked into the house. Finding the burnt corpses of his mother, father, and brother he quickly turned his eyes away. He went to what used to be his room. Finding his trunk he opened it up. He came out with what looked like an ordinary pole. It was his first blacksmithing project. He had made himself a twin sword, however, it was, in fact, his first project so it was quite questionable in its worth. He suddenly realized…..There were only three corpses in the dining hall. He heard a crack and the supporting beam was heading straight for him.’

Ruben woke up in a sweat. It had been two and a half years since the sabotage and yet he was still having nightmares about it. The support beam, he remembered, had been caught by another protruding two by four when it fell. He quickly got out of the heaping wreck. Ruben got up and dressed himself, armed himself and made his way down the steps of the hotel. There had been only three corpses in the house. The bodies were those of his mother, father, and brother. They hadn’t been burned to death, rather they had been tortured and killed before the house was set ablaze. Ruben was now searching for his sister, Krista. He had no way of knowing what may have happened to her that day.

After Ruben watched the house collapse he had made his way back to his shop. He pulled out the twin sword he brought out of the house and started on improving. His blacksmithing skills had come a long way since he had originally made the sword. Ruben checked out and made his way to the roof of the building. The sun was just starting to rise above the mountains. He spread his wings and leaped off of the roof. Catching the updraft Ruben soared up into the clouds. He felt home in the sky, he was made for the sky. He made a quick flap and headed toward the mountains....

angel of hell
angel of hell
name: angel of hell
age: 17 (unknown, he never ages)
race: angel
sex: ? (Can be either sex it depends what appeals to the other person)
hair: long, black, and dirty
eyes: brown with a green pupil
weight: unknown
height 6' 6"

weapons: broadsword and demon talisman

armor: a suit of armor stolen from a hurilian knight

magic: super nova, Leviathan (a water guardian), bio flames, mootox ball, demon summoning.

personality: quiet and shy until he hits the field. Does not ally with anyone, but needs to learn to control his temper. Has killed over 100 people including the hero of time seeks a challenge so came to the battle area in hyrule to become the next hero.

history: born in hell during the first age of man. rose to demonhood and came to hyrule in order to try and trick the people in to worshiping a dark god. Believes he can win hyrule over by becoming its next hero. He can summon demons to help him out. Also managed to acquire Leviathan (a water spirit) from the zoras as an eternal piece offering. When he first got into the arena, he could feel the strength of the people inside. He believes he can defeat all in here and win the ultimate battle.

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here's my finaly approved charicter

approved
Character Paka
I hope I'm doing this right...

Name: Paka
Age: she looks about 15, but in reality, she's a few hundred years old.
Race: Sithslian
Sex: Female
Height: 4'11''
Weight: 86 lb.
Hair: Pale pink with darker strands
Eyes: Violet

Weapons: The Fangs and Claws on her person, and her mystical berries.
Armor:none
Magic/Skills: Mystical berries 'appear' in her hands. She throws them and they do whatever she wills on contact.
Strengths: It's easy for Paka to hide in the environment. She doesn't have to be close to the enemy to throw berries.
Weaknessess: She's VERY curious, and she doesn't have a good idea on when to leave people alone...

Description: Silvery colored skin with a blueish tinge on her animal characteristics(catlike ears, hands, feet, and tail). A blue pawmark on her forehead marks her as a gifted Sithslian, but because it's been so long since one has been seen, she was considered a cursed child and shunned. She wears a small tan top with a black shirt underneath, and tan pants that have to be rolled up so you can see her feet. She doesn't wear anything on her feet.
Personality: Curious...too curious. She's always got her nose in one thing or another. Paka uses telepathy to speak, for she can't herself. She loves to help others, and is usually making dark moments brighter by doing something eigther amusing or stupid. She does enjoy fighting.
History: Paka was orphaned at birth, raised by animals till she could survive on her own, and traveled all over, learning many new things and looking for her animal-like people. She found them, but was shunned because of the mark on her head, and they tried to kill her (she just wouldn't leave them alone!) They failed and Paka decided that she should just travel the lands, honing her skills. ... The latest skill she learned was burglary of a sorts, ... Well, because she's so curious, she just...borrows...weapons and stuff from her enemies(she did learn not to steal from her allies, for the stuff she steals usually breaks due to her cat paws.).

*Name: Zaniel
*Nicknames:None
*Sex: M
*Age: 19
*Species/Race: Zora
*Residence: Hyrule-Zora's Domain
*Occupation: Warrior


*Siblings: None
*Hobbies: Playing on his Guitar in his sparetime.
*Talents: Fighting and Music

*Magic used (if any-be specific): The Magic her posses comes from within his sword, its something that he has not mastered yet, but is still learning.

*Weaknesses: Extreme heat, pretty woemn of all races (he thinks hes a charmer with the ladies,) And Link. He feels that you must live up to the Legend of Link the warrior in his Domain. Link is his hero and yet he feels that he needs to be the mirrior image of Link, but thats not the case as you will soon see.

*Appearance: Like any other Zora but in a Blue Tunic similiar to Links. On his wrists are the Jewels of the Sea that the ZoraKing gave him for his bravery in saving the Domain. the Jewels do have powers of thier own that only Zaniel can unlock.
*Skin Color: Like any other Zora
*Eye Color: Black
*Hair Color:None
*Height: 6'4''
*Piercings: None
*Tattoos: None
*Physical Attributes (ie: Cat ears, tail, wings, horns...); Nothing out of the ordinary Zora
*Weapon(s): Sword of the Sea, a mistical sword with powers that are unlocked near the any type of water source. Its Silver with a Aquamarine center. Its powers are only equals to the users strength and heart.....
Bow and Ice Arrow, standard zora bow with the power of the Ice arrow to immobilize enemies
Auquatic Melody guitar, a instument handed down by his father who was a great Zoraian musician. He plays it to clam down the sea or to relax near any source of water

*Personality: He feels that he is the Hero that the Zora race needs but feels that he hasnt proved that yet. After had seen Link courage and strength, he feels that Link is the one whom footsteps he should follow. At times he could be a bit agreesive but he is very passionate, not only about him self and others but about his heritage and his people.
*History: At an early age Zaniel was very different from the others, many of the kids his age wanted to be divers,merchants, or even Sages. But he wanted to be something way different then the others, he wanted to be a Legendand Hero of the Zora race.....Many flet that he dreamed too big and being a warrior was hard work. But he was very talented and exceled above all his expectations in his mid teens. He served the King duirng the greatest of all trails when the water to Lake hylia was blocked by huge boulders that he single handedly got rid of. After a few more years he gained respect from his people almost like the Legend himself,Link. Now he wants to journey new lands and meet new people so he decided to leave everyone behind but still protect his home.


History: At an early age Zaniel was very different from the others, many of the kids his age wanted to be divers,merchants, or even Sages. But he wanted to be something way different then the others, he wanted to be a Legendand Hero of the Zora race.....Many flet that he dreamed too big and being a warrior was hard work. But he was very talented and exceled above all his expectations in his mid teens. He served the King duirng the greatest of all trails when the water to Lake hylia was blocked by huge boulders that he single handedly got rid of. After a few more years he gained respect from his people almost like the Legend himself,Link. Now he wants to journey new lands and meet new people so he decided to leave everyone behind but still protect his home.

Name: Cummingtonitt-gruneritt, but he calls himself Grun for short
Age: 50
Race: He's a Discworld Troll
Sex: Male
Hair: None at all
Eyes: As all trolls: mostly black, but with a dull, red glow
Weight: 747 lbs
Height: 7 feet, 3 and 1/2 inches

Weapon: He lost his axes some time in the past. But he has retained some of his many weights in range from 0,0001-2 pounds.

Armor: The nicked holow head of mentioned god statue and the nicked chest of the staute split in two to give him leg armour. After many battles, he's lost all his armour.

Strengths: Raw strenght, body of stone, size, gets intelligenter in cold.

Weakness: Dumb. Gets dumber in hot conditions untill he sitts still and looks like a rock in the landscape. Can't understand metaphors. Can only count: “one, two, many, lots..”

Skills/Magic: No magical talents. Can find the weight for almost anything weighing under 3 lb, and is good to carry things due to job experience.

Personality: Stupid even by troll standards, and as quiet and unaffected of what goes on as you can be when you're 7 feet and has muscles of stone. And he may quickly be confused as to: where he is, who he is, what he is, who the enemy is and what the enemy is. He likes for things to be evenly balanced and he likes nice rocks.

Appearance: A big, almost-human form. Head is about right between his shouders, wich are imensly broad and compact. His body looks like roughly hewn stone, and he cover himself with a loincloth of leather. And he has teeth of stone.

History: Vandered a long time to find himself. Found himself after a few years, just where he put himself the last night. From then on, he went to the city of Ankh-Morepork and got a job as a “carrier of heavy things” and was contempt until the job got to demanding. After that he went to the end of the world because he had heard a rumour about that you got to balance thing carefully to be happy. Because of that rumour he deducted that since his brother lived on the other side of the world he had to be on the side so that things would even up. At the end of the world he met a munk, a balancing munk. From him he learned the way of balancing and has for many years gone around the world and , in the tradision of the balancing munks, placed weights up to 2 puonds on distant mountains or icelands. Noone exept the balancing munks know if they has any real meaning, but noone whants to try to take one away. After he finished his training, he has vandered to place weights and in search for, as he puts it himself, “Somfing to hit wif my club.”

Approved

Name: Biggs
Age: 14
Race: Kokiri
Sex: Male
Hair: Sandy
Eyes: Green
Weight: 112 lb
Height: 5ft 7in

Weapon: emerald sword
Armour: Poe Shield

Strengths: Fast and Agile. Decent amount of strength
Weakness: light and small
Skills/Magic: Can cast fire magic.

Personality: Biggs is a friendly young boy he is a joker but and sometimes gets carried away with himself. Tends to take some things too seriously. He is smart and sly. He loves to practice with his special sword and magic.

Appearance: Green short T-shirt with white long sleeved top underneath, green trousers with turn-ups at the bottom, black boots with loose shoelaces, finger less gloves, small straight scar on his left cheek and large bright eyes.

History: Biggs has lived in the forest his whole life. He lives with his mother and his two twin baby brother’s who’s names are, Yenke and Leo. Biggs hangs around with two other boys from the forest and get into a lot of trouble by pulling pranks on unsuspecting people. This has earned them a reputation of being troublemakers and not very many people like them. Biggs has always been special he is the only Kokiri who can use magic and he only realised this when hi father disappeared. Biggs is very respectful to his mother and does a lot of work around the house to help her cope with the two twins. Biggs longs for adventure but he can't leave his home because he needs to help his mother.

i think kishin, shaya, and bahamut are great!
all male no clue on others


Kishin Edit: Don't spam! >_<

Name: Terkal, the night blade
Age: 21
Race: Sheikah
Sex: Male
Eyes: Red
Hair: Grey
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Class: Shadow rogue/ assassin

Weapons:
Two Kukri, one in each hand. In his left, a kukri given to him by his father. In his right, a runeblade, containing elemental power of fire, and forged for him by Biggoron when he journeyed to Death Mt.

Bow and arrows

Armor:
Basic sheikah tunic, shoulder armor, and a cloak

Equipment:
His mystical flute, entrusted to him by Impa, after their journey to Hyrule castle. He plays it to remind him of his homeland.

Strengths:
swift, lightning fast attacks, backstabbing and steath.

Weaknesses:
Water and Ice magic

Magic:
Fire arrow, Fire wall (defensive move, surrounds him in flames, protecting him from enemies), shadow strike (coats his kukri with poison, and hurls it at the enemy)

Appearance:
Terkal is a young sheikah and very atheletic. He wears a dark blue tunic with a red imprint of the eye on the gossip stones. His hair is grey, which is fairly common among sheikahs. His face is covered by his cloak, with only his eyes and hair showing. his hands and wrists are bandaged like sheiks, and he wears boots.

History:
Terkal grew up in Kakariko village, where he was born and raised like any other sheikah. His father trained him in combat, and gave him his first weapon. His interests are training to become stronger and music. He has visited Death Mountain many times, and is familiar with many goron customs. He has also been to Hyrule castle, once when he was able to travel with Impa. After the fall of Ganon, all people talked about was Link. While he respects Link, he also wants to become as strong as him. While he is now a skilled musician, his greatest interest lies in becoming stronger to protect the dying race of sheikah.

Name: Miyazaki
Age:24
Race: Half Elven
Gender: Male
Eyes: Gray
Height:6'2"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Class: Wanderer (has no class)

Weapon: Elven Longbow(if that is not allowed then I will just have the other two), Two Silver Daggers, Anaktsu (Those claw things)

Armor: Leather Armor and Clothing Nothing more

Strengths: Recklessness, Quick Movement
Weaknesses: Any attack that has to do with hiding, Any bulky creature.

Equipment: None, he travels by the land only
Magic: Animal Empathy, Keen Sense

Appearence: He looks just like a normal person would with no feelings, he has a long scar on his cheek that goes down to a bit of his neck. He is good with women, and has a kind manner to men, although he will taunt them in battle.

Bio: Miyazaki stod next to the hellhole that was once his home. Everything was burnt down to ashes. His family was gone all except for the fact that his brother Maruki had fled southward for refuge. He had never excpected this to happen. He wasn't even here when it all was taken from him, Miyazaki wished he was here to fight. The oblivion in his mind began to pulse with anger, but even so he wished he were dead, in the very spot he stood, were the terars on his face sank into the soft eath. He had cursed and swore, but nothing would bring them all back.
He fell to his knees as he pulled a dagger out, he lifted it and aimed for his heart, but he couldn't bring himself to death like that. Miyazaki lokked toward the southland. He sheathed his dagger and went Southward for his brother.... leaving hell behind......

Shaya you should make your own topic for a character, please remember this, other then that approved.

Oops, Completely forgot to post my character here. Oh well, Time to rectify the situation. Here's Rein!
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Name: Rein Epnyres Imdesyda Naeh

Age: 19

Race: Ayuvir (Hylian)

Gender: Male

Appearance: "Not your average guy", That would most likely be your impression of Rein upon first sight. A cloak of dark purple stained with red blotches of some type, presumably blood, hung across his broad shoulders and cascaded down his lithe back like a flowing waterfall.

He was reasonably tall, His frame reaching around six feet in height, maybe less. His arms were wide and well-muscled, bearing numerous scars and gashes which were a clear indication of the many battles this youthful warrior had engaged in.

The lad's face was a tanned a healthy bronze, A single scar running vivdly along the right side. Its features strong, firm betraying none of the emotions that boiled within him.

A mane of hair, short spiky and slightly ruffled by the boy's travels thus far bore a whitish silver color that stood in stark contrast to the dark cloak thay adorned his back.

His eyes were a deep striking tone of bluish purple, Its gaze scrtuning and precise not missing a single sign or clue around him. Oddly enough, They seemed to burn with a pale reddish golden aura, Certainly not the kind of eyes one was used to seeing. The amethyst colour of his eyes so deep that one felt as though his soul were sinking into its depths, His most well-kept secrets... Nay, His soul even, bared to the silver haired youth.

Weapons : Of all the treasures of the Ayuvir, Few are of greater value than the twin blades of the Ayuvir. Fafniel and Fragarach. Two blades of extraordinary beauty, astonishing capabilites and many a mystery. It is quite unknown how these swords were forged. Some say that they are the work of some sort of “magical” smith whose hand holds the power to manipulate metals to his will. Others believe them to be the work of Gods. One aspect that all agree on is that the two blades were formed of the four elements, Earth, Fire, Air and Water. But the rest of the truth lies hidden within the shadows of a time long since past. In their current condition, They are only slightly stronger than ordinary swords. Legend says that when the time is right, The link between the twin swords will manifest itself in ways like none that could ever be contemplated. But could a legend such as this be true? Only with the passing of Time can this be determined.

Fafniel: A sword said to have been forged from the combined might of all the elements that make up our world. Earth, Fire, Air and Water. However, It is also believed to have been infused with the remains of the dark Dragon whose name it now bore.The blade was tempered an eerie blood red in colour and on its sides, Faded carvings of some sort could be seen. Its hilt was of a midnight black substance and was adorned by a dazzling Amethyst orb on one side.

Fragarach:The Fafniel’s other half, as some might call it, shares its brother’s relation with the four elements. However, That is where the known similarities end. The Fragarach’s blade was fashioned a wondorous azure blue and it’s hilt was whitish silver in colour. This sword is also known as the Answerer for it is believed that through its blade, The prayers of the weak shall be answered.

Other Equipment: A magnificent silverish gold pendant bearing many faded markings and inscriptions. Both sides of the pendant are adorned by a gem. One side bears a rather eerie gem midnight black in colour while the other side is adorned by a dazzling pure white gem that seemed as bright as light itself. That is the Lufia, The pendant entrusted to Rein just before a catastrophic incident occurred.

History: The Ayuvirs. A name long since hidden in the deep bowels of time, buried beneath the mists of history. They were a clan of warriors unlike any other. Honourable and gallant, They were sworn to protect all those who dwelled within the realm of Hyrule These warriors were masterful in all arts of combat but they especially excelled in wielding the holy arts.

However, The era of peace in Hyrule had come to an abrupt halt through the Gerudo king, Ganondorf. For, with the awesome might of the Triforce of Power on his side, He had called forth one of the mightiest demons of lore and legend. The Demon lord, Vakeil.

Within only minutes of their meeting, Vakeil traversed the plains of Hyrule and arrived at the home of the Ayuvirs. It was a long fierce battle but, after battling over the span of a full day, the combined power of dozens of Ayuvir finally overpowered that of Vakeil. Though they managed to defeat Vakeil, The Ayuvirs could not muster enough power to destroy him and thus he was sealed away within the pendant of Lufia, a magnificent golden pendant adorned by two intricately designed gems, and was placed under the care of their strongest warrior. A man by the name of Naeh.

Many years later, Hyrule was restored to its former glory thanks to the heroic deeds of Link, The Hero of Time, The Ayuvirs had finally begun to recuperate from the demonic attack and peace returned to the realm. All seemed well within Hyrule once again.

Through the years that followed, The pendant was passed on through Naeh’s bloodline. Whenever an Ishtar (That was the name granted upon the descendants of Naeh) reached ten years of age, He would be charged with the protection of the holy relic in a ceremony attended by all the Ayuvirs.

Among Naeh’s descendants, None had shown more promise than a young lad known as Rein. His skills and abilites were quite impressive for his age and he seemed to have a knack for combat. He was quite carefree, inquisitive and reckless. A combination of qualities that infuriated many of his elders and landed him in many a fix.

When the boy reached the age of ten, It was finally time for the ceremonial crowning which, as each Ishtar is told from his earliest years, was one of the most important days of his life. Little did Rein know just how much this would prove true in his case.

The ceremony was far more amazing than anything he had ever seen. Pile upon pile of food were lined along large oak tables, Decorations hung along the walls and people were forming quite a large crowd, each trying to get a good glimpse of the latest Ishtar. An infintismal silence swept the area as Rein marched to the High Elder, His body silently shaking from a combination of excitement and nervousness. The elderly warrior rose and, with a quiet grin on his face, placed the pendant on the youth’s neck.

All of a sudden, A stranger emerged from the crowds. Try as he might, Rein could not see his features due to a thick black hood that covered the man’s face. He suddenly spoke, in a voice that seemed to come from the deepest of graves. “fygah vnus ouin adanhym nacd. E vnaa oui vnus dra lryehc uv dra oijen neca Munt Jygaem!!”

And that was all the young Ishtar could remember before everything had gone dark before his youthful eyes. When the lad awoke, his eyes were met with a most horrific and tragic sight. What was a magnificent cermony that would bedazzle any who laid eyes upon it had, in the span of time that unconciousness had stolen from the youth, been transformed to a bloody masacre where Ayuvir lay upon Ayuvir in a mass of maimed and disfigured corpses. For a while, his mind was numb, determinedly refusing what his eyes showed him. His friends, family and everything he had known for all of his life had been taken away from him in the blink of an eye.

Anguished tears trickled down the lad’s eyes, Each droplet carrying within it more agony and sorrow than should be endured by any one person throughout the world. As his watery amethyst gaze travelled the scene before it, Rein noticed that the hooded stranger was nowhere in sight. What was he doing here anyway? Could he be the one responsible for this? And why was Rein spared?

These questions and many more continued to race through his young mind but no answers came to him. There was but one option left for the youth. To find the mysterious man.

And so it came to pass that Rein became a wanderer. A rogue warrior who travelled throughout the land seeking the only man who held the answers to his long list of questions and the key to the truth about the pendant that the lad continued to protect to this day.

Forte: Rein has many strengths that set him apart from ordinary warriors. The greatest of them all is his ability to quickly assess and react to any given situation. In addition to his incredible agility, He is quite skilled in wielding the long sword with either hand allowing him to wiled two blades at once. Possessing an immense amount of pride, Rein would never give up at anything as he refuses to admit defeat. This allows him to push himself beyond his limitations as a warrior.

Weaknesses: Though Rein has many strengths for a warrior of his age, He has more than his fair share of weaknesses as well. The Ayuvir’s inqusitive nature and curiosuty can land him in many a danger since there aren’t that many people who would want their secrets overheard. Like most youths, Rein has a strong streak of impulsiveness and can rush into things without much thought behind the plan which is a weakness that had caused the downfall of many a warrior before him. Another of the lad’s weaknesses is his pride for there is a thin line between pride and recklessness which the Ayuvir tends to cross at many occasions. Losing the Ayuvirs at the tender age of ten, Rein has missed out on a great deal of training and knowledge of his heritage.

Hey Kishin wahat did you mean by find your own topic for your char?Sorry if this is spam

Eh, you need to have your character approved before you can post it here. Next time, just make a new thread and wait for a member of the BA Council or Kishin to come by and approve the character. Then you can post your character here.

Heh, should've posted this here awhile back. Oh well, better late than never.

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Name: Ilian Norche [Ill-ee-an Norsh]
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Race: Rutigas [Human/Pegasus mix]
Hair: Sky blue; Somewhat lengthy; Kind of 'Tidus' style
Eyes: Ice blue; Silver around pupil
Skin: Fairly light
Height: 6'-0"
Build: Somewhat slim; Fair build; 167 lbs.

Armor/Clothing:
- White cloak
- Worn white top
- Royal blue breast plate
- Lightweight white pants
- Zitagon boots [Royal Rutigas boots; Royal blue in color; Grants speed increase]
- Leather gauntlets

Weapon(s): Syan Blade - The famed blade of the Rutigas race. There are only few said details in defeating this blade and those who knew of its weaknesses have perished.

Magic: Rutigas are known for their water/ice magic, so weaknesses do come into play. Besides the basic cast spells there are three Ilian can perform that are more powerful, but used more often in the dire situations:

Level 1 - Basic Water/Ice cast spells

Level 2 - Cascade
~ Healing Spell
~ Can be derived from any possible water source available or created through own power
~ Water is cascaded down body
~ Replenishes all wounds
~ Ability available only once

Level 3 - Tunnel Vision
~ Water Attack
~ Can be derived from any possible water source available or created through own power
*If from water source: User must spin arm counter-clockwise to create the attack correctly*
~ Semi-large water tunnel
~ 10% Energy drain

Level 4 - Ithcana's Fury [Ithcana - Known Ice Demon from Rutigas' history books]
~ Ice Attack
~ Only derived from own power
~ Various occurances of: Hail, Snow
~ Possibility of freezing opponent
~ 40% Energy drain

Appearance: Ilian is the one outcast from his race. Only being blessed with the wings of Pegasus, the rest of his body is human form. The cloak he wears keeps the wings hidden behind him and are usually only used during battle.

Personality: Around his own kind, Ilian is a very shy and quiet man, but seems to speak up quite frequently among those outside his race. A kind and gentle man at most until he's thrown into battle.

Bio: Growing up into a world as somewhat of an outcast made it difficult for Ilian to get around. Being abandoned by his parents when just an infant, he was taken in by King Riganald, who brought him up as fine young man through the years. But even with the praise from the king, it didn't help him gain friendships with others. Even when put through training, he was pushed way beyond his own limits for his age, for the wariors of the kingdom enjoyed seeing him suffer when the king was occupied.

But Ilian never took the point to tell the king of the trouble he went through, and before long, the suffering became nothing but child's play to him.

Once he became of age [20], he was put through a test to be granted a great power as well as another reward from the king. But as he began the trial, their race had suddenly become in danger by a feirce army, and for being a somewhat more peaceful folk, it paid a toll on the Rutigas.

Only so few were left after the harsh run-in, but none known of remained in the kingdom...except Ilian. Battered rather severly, but not out for the count, he made his way to the king's thrown to find him on his last breath. With what little strength he had, he told Ilian to retrieve the blade hidden behind the thrown. As he did so, he felt a great force of cold breech his body. His eyes widen and he became short of breath as he tried not to show the feirce pain building inside him.

Then suddenly...it had vanished.

As he rose from behind the thrown, something about him seemed different. Like he was a new person. And as he looked down at the king, he realized he was dead. It was something that teared him up inside. The king.. no, his father had been slain, and the only thing on Ilian's mind at this point. Vengence.

As he set forth to the outskirts of the kingdom, he looked back on it one last time, now turned to rubble, clenched his fist for a moment, then made his way on a new journey. Seeking out the army and what was left of his race.

Character: Ilian Norche
Player: Xx Tenkawa xX
Overall Rank: V
Power: V
Speed: IV
Magic: V
Skill: IV

Aproved by Xx Tenkawa xX

Name: Sheba
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Hair: Long, Blue
Eyes: Flaming Blue
Weight: 122 lbs.
Height: 5ft 1"

Weapon: Staff, Sword(Ragnarok), Dagger, Bow, quiver
Armor: Chainmail, Gauntlets, Sheild (Heavy and Dark blue)
Attacks: Firebullet, Fireblade, Thundershock, Thunderbolt, Cure, Summoning, Teleporting. (She learns more attacks as she gets stronger)
Limit Break(She very rarely uses her Limit): Flaming Moon

Strengths: Magic, Speed, Teleportation, Tag teams
Weaknesses: Opponent tag Teams, Water, Ice

Personality: Sheba is a kind woman although very harsh in combat. She seeks vengence on those who destroyed her village and her family.

Appearence: She is tall and slim with long blue hair. She wears a blue robe, chainmail underneath. She wears gauntlets on both hands along with a bag and Dark Heavy sheild. Magic Proof

Hometown: Bleak
History: Sheba walked away slowly from the ashes of her homeland, everything burnt, nothing was left. Hot tears filled her eyes, tears of hatred and confusion. She wondered why they were meant to live while it could be taken with such ease. Her partner, Miyazaki, stayed behind to defend the homeland of Bleak for it was his as well, but he was nowhere in sight. Looking back at the smoke she assumed he was dead although she knew him better than that. Miyazaki was the closest thing to family she had left. Pondering the facts she stumbled and lost her balance and fell against a tree. She heard footsteps behind her and she turned to see Miyazaki standing, burnt, but alive. Tears swelled her eyes evern more at the sight of her friend. Now she seeks revenge on those who destroyed Bleak along with her partner. Vengence is on..

Allie: Shaya (Miyazaki)

Okay here's my character, approved by Kishin. I can't wait for my first battle, though I have serious writers block.... it was hard to create the history for my guy with this kind of writers block...

Name: GoldenChaos
Age: 14
Race: Lemurian
Sex: Male
Hair: Dirty Blonde, styled messy
Eyes: light foggy blue
Weight: 140 pounds
Hight: 5ft. 10in.

Weapon: Staff or Sword, usually staff. Cane/Rod is also acceptable.
Armor: Asura's Armor (Heals him when he's injured, and makes him stronger.)
Gloves: Aerial Gloves (increases his speed, and gives him Wind magic)
Helm: Warrior's Helm (Gives him earth magic and increases the power of his weapon attacks)
Boots: Golden Boots (raise his defense, and make him faster)

Strengths:It is in the weapons he uses. He uses the weapons hidden powers to throw powerful attacks on the enemy. While the attacks from the weapons consume little of his power, magic attacks from his own body consume much of his strengh, those prove very useful as a last effort.
Weakneses: He surprisingly has many weaknesses. The powerful strikes from his weapons only come out at random, so he must learn to use defence effectively while waiting for these attacks. Luckily his armor increases the chance of this happening. Also, he has a very good heart and so sometimes does not always do his attacks fast enough for the battle, as he wants to fight with honor. He will not strike a person when he is down, which could prove fatal for him. He also does many things without thinking, so sometimes acts a little weird or says something dumb.
Skills/Magic: Use of multiple weapons at once (ie if he finds a stray weapon, will use it with his current one.), Whirwind, Inferno, Earthquake, other various magic attacks (like ZF, gains more as he gets stronger)

Personality: He is very emotional, and has just gotten over a long 2 month depression/ mood swing. When someone mentions a topic that affects him, he immediately gets ticked off and starts attacking then with an available weapon. When he is mad, he’s pissed. When he's sad, he cries. When he's happy, he TOO happy, and says "w00t!" too much when he's happy like that. Has a strong tendency to be annoying sometimes, and can relate most things to Wind Waker. He is a very good friend to everyone, but some people prefer not to have him around sometimes. He will sacrifice ANYTHING to save a dear friend. He also has a REALLY HUGE mouth, but it is an honest huge mouth. He always blurts out the truth about everyone, and has a hard time keeping secrets, but is still trustworthy. He is a skilled fighter and will fight when is placed against someone, and never backs down.

Apperance: Dirty-blonde hair styled like Isaac’s from Golden Sun, looks like a typical 14-year old, baggy navy-blue pants with a light blue stripe going down on the side, golden colored boots, a long blue staff that he carries with him everywhere, for an alternate weapon he can switch to a long sword (any sword) and learn to use its powers, he is semi-muscular, wears a medium-sized grey cape for protection (like a coat) and it looks cool when he runs, and has a regular long-sleeve blue shirt with orange writing that says G.C. on it when he is not wearing his armor.

History: Ever since he was a little kid he loved to watch his parents toy with Psyenergy. He watched them clean dishes and fix the house at one time. He always longed to study the miraculous art of psyenergy. His family were decendants of the ancient Lemurian race, and so were skilled in the area of alchemy. But a dark cloud swept over the quiet town one day. Mistaking GoldenChaos for a young boy named Issac, he took GC's parents away. In search of the one who took his parents, he left his hometown for a long journey. Along this journey he created allies, and enemies. He traveled far across the country to find his parents, and when he did, he saw that they were immediately killed, then beheaded. He drove himself into denial and a long 2 month depression. After much thought and time alone, he moved on with his life. He returned to his hometown to find a new home and a place to rest and eat. Every day since that depression ended, he has been training, learning the art of psyenergy, getting himself stronger, preparing for the day that him and Felix (not the GS one, but i liked the name), the person who killed his parents, would finally meet again and fight ot the death. Felix has been trying to eliminate GC, but has failed at every atttempt. As GC works his way to Felixs hideaway, he is blitzed by an attacker. The attacker was none other than himself. A shadow form of himself, sent by Felix, and created by Felix. The shadow GoldenChaos quickly bested the real GC in all skills, and left him nearly dead on the ground. He was found later by a small village girl named Amati, who took him to her house. There He was fed and refreshed, and within a few minutes he had sworn he would repay Amati someday. As he was about to leave her house, she was kidnapped by the evil Felix and he vowed to resue her. So once again set out to kill the one who had killed his family and kidnapped Amati...... along the jorney he faces many foes and battles, which are a part of what makes him stronger. The day he finally reaches the Tower of Death will be the end of the long and perilous toil that he has faced for years and years. His fate is marked in an ancient inscription on a temple far to the north, which is near where the Tower of Death is.

Approved by Mirren

Name: Kazan
Age: 27
Race: Barbarian
Sex: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Grey
Weight: 275 lbs.
Height: 6'2"

Weapon: Hammer (main) and Dagger (secondary)
Armor: Chest Mail and thick leather boots.

Strengths: Massive, Strong, Perservering, Can Deliver Crushing Blows with the Hammer and Quicker Strikes with the Dagger
Weakness: Not the fastest person, can easily be outrun.
Skills/Magic: Can use his Hammer to slam the ground and cause a mini-earthquake.

Personality: Friendly, not very bright, and Sociable. He is a very clan oriented person, and is considered an idol in his hometown.
Appearance: Kazan has long flowing blonde hair that goes down to his waist. His shoulders are very wide and muscular. He also has very muscular arms, abs, and legs. He wears a bear skin around for warmth, and has very thick Leather Boots. He has a sheath for his hammer on his belt on the left side, and a considerably smaller sheath for his dagger on the left.

History: Kazan was born in the town of Rhen, as the newest born of Clan Borong. He grew up with ambitions of becoming a great warrior, so he trained with the local blacksmith day after day, giving him a very large physique. A dark plague struck the town of Rhen, eventually claiming the lives of his parents and siblings. Kazan was driven into a rush of fury and went on a killing spree, killing many civilians of Rhen, until the only person left standing in his way was the local blacksmith. After a confrontation, Kazan was brought to his senses, and is out adventuring, trying to find any way to gain forgiveness of his hometown and Clan.

(approved by Terek)

Name: Ziima
Age: 120 years
Race: Bumblebee Fairy
Sex: Female
Hair: Red
Eyes: Black
Weight: 1 lb (71 lbs in large form)
Height: 8 inches (4’7” in large form)

Weapons: Thin metallic needles dipped in venom; she keeps them in a quiver between her wings. Bumblebee rapier, it’s her sting when in bumblebee form. She can’t loose it, as it is a part of her.
Armor: Spider web armor, very light but stronger than steel. Boots made from the skins of caterpillars, very strong material.

Strengths: Tiny and speedy, Ziima often can avoid her opponents attacks. She can affect her size and adapt for battle. She’s not discouraged of fighting those larger than her, face it, most fighters are larger than a bumblebee.

Weakness: Her size is also a great disadvantage. She can easily be pushed around the battlefield and a well-aimed attack will stun her. Strong wind gusts are her greatest opponent in life.

Skills/Magic: Ziima knows how to shift in and out from bumblebee form. While being a bumblebee, Ziima is slowed down slightly. On the other hand, she’s even smaller and it takes a skilled sniper to be able to hit her.
She also holds the amazing power to buzz!
Her buzzing can be everything from a soothing humming that lulls her opponent into a sleeplike trance, to a shrill shriek that cuts into her opponents minds, leaving them with a great head ache.
If Ziima faces too much struggle for her tiny body to handle, she can grow in size. For her race, she becomes a giant. For everyone else…well, she’s still small. Her strength grows a little along with her body size, but she looses the ability to buzz. Her weapons and armor grows along with her.



Personality: Ziima knows she’s tiny, and she doesn’t mind it one bit. She protects her space with surprising force. If someone ignores her, she often answers with an angry buzz and tries to pick a fight. Her greatest fear is to be ignored or forgotten. Being a bumblebee fairy, she has a strong bond with her hive and fellow bumblebees. The fact that she’s all alone is always nagging in the back of her head and she fall victim for depression from time to time.

Appearance: Here’s Ziima

Bio: Ziima first memories are from the hive. It was built inside a large oak, and through the years it came to fill the whole tree, from the crown down to the roots. It didn’t show on the surface, of course. Inside the tree, great well lit halls and cozy rooms for all the fairies. Outside, a small hive to fool the giants.

In the hive she was born and there her life took shape. She, along with all the other young fairies, practiced using the traditional bumblebee weapons, needles and sting/rapier. She became a good fighter, but not good enough to stand out in a crowd. During buzzing classes, she often dozed off and so she never came to be skilled at that either. The only thing she was really good at was flying away from work, as soon as it showed.

When she was around her 50th year, her first growth occurred. She was out on the fields, dozing lazily on a flower, keeping a look out for her seniors. Getting caught would mean work, and the day was much too beautiful for any kind of activity. The young fairy gazed into the sky, finding fluffy bunnies and fire spitting dragons hidden in every cloud.

The next thing she knew, she was sitting in the high grass. She looked up to see what happened to her flower, only to discover there’s nothing but blue sky above her. Looking around, the fairy realized how small everything was. The flower she had been resting on just a few seconds ago was now crushed under her body. She picked it up and studies the crooked petals. No ordinary Bumblebee Fairy could’ve done such a thing. Something very odd was going on.

Wondering what had happened, Ziima took to the air. It was harder for her to fly now, even though her wings grew with her, they didn’t seem to be used to carry the extra weight. Ziima needed a running start ending in a jump before finally gaining air.

When she reached the oak, Ziima was in for another shock. The guards gave her one quick glance and hurriedly turned into bumblebees. With faint popping sounds, her whole tribe turned into insects. They treated her like an outsider, like a giant. No one spoke to her; all she received was angry buzzing. She tried to buzz in respond, only to find she couldn’t. Tears began to fill the girl’s eyes and soon she was crying rivers.

A week passed without Ziima moving far from the hive. Her new giant size scared her friends and prevented them from leaving their home. Still feeling love and responsibility towards the hive, Ziima took long walks everyday, so as to let the bumblebees out for a while. She always returned though, hoping that being close to the hive would cure her.

One week after her change, dark clouds began to gather across the sky. Rain came pouring down and the fairies took cover in the hive. Only Ziima was left behind, out in the cold rain. Then the wind came. Strong gusts tore in her clothes, pressing them against her already wet skin. She was shivering from the cold, squatting next to the large oak. When she rested her head on the trunk, she could hear something from deep within the tree. Her hive had gathered in the great halls, and now they were singing out a tribute to the rain. Though she was on her own, Ziima joined in. She was disgusted in hearing how deep her voice was compared to the bumblebees but there was an eerie comfort in singing. And as she sung, she could feel her body shrink.

Soon she was back in her normal size, standing at the roots of her hive. The fairies had carved out gates at the bottom of the oak, for letting injured ones in, and Ziima was very grateful for it, as she now could enter her home.
The hallways of the hive were empty; everyone was in the greater halls, high up in the tree. Ziima stood at the bottom floor, her clothes dripping from the rain outside, and just enjoyed being home. The walls were covered with spider web armors and on pegs hanged quivers with poison needles.
For some unknown reason, Ziima took down one of the armors. It only took her a few seconds to slip out of her soaked dress and into the armor. She had to force herself to put on her clothes though. After some thought, she also took down one well filled quiver and strapped it to her back.

She was on her way to fly up to greet her tribe, when a bright light, shining stronger than a thousand suns, appeared before her. It threw her into the wall with awesome force. She sank to the floor, trying to breathe, when the most beautiful voice she had ever heard spoke to her.

Fairy, your destiny has yet to come. Leave now and find the truth to your existence.

It was impossible for Ziima to do anything but obey. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t control it, but she felt her body rise from the floor, turn and leave the hive.
She’s been on the run ever since then, searching for “the truth”. Every time she tries to return to the hive, something comes in her way. By time she learned how to control her growth, and her skill with rapier and needles grew as well.



Notes: Bumblebee Fairies are an ignored race, mainly because very few know they exist (makes sense, neh?). All bumblebees in this world and others are in fact fairies. They just chose not to show it. A bumblebee fairy is a small, loving creature. Their lives are so much longer than one would think; it’s common for them to reach ages above 300 years. As soon as you turn your back on a bumblebee hive, they return to their true self. The hives are only a cover up.
Bumblebee Fairies worship the season and weather gods. Everything from the beating summer sun to the howling snowstorms in winter is holy to the fairies. Each fairy is born under one of the gods and that affects their whole lives. Spring fairies are often whimsical and random, summer fairies tend to be lazy, with great hearts and a tendency to escape work. Bumblebees born in fall act almost like the spring fairies, a little more serious perhaps. The winter born fairies have a cool way to look at things, cold as the snow.
If a fairy is born between seasons, no one knows what kind of personality it will get. Ziima happens to be born right in the middle of summer and fall.