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    Post by Mirari Sun Feb 22, 2009 10:36 pm

    Due to Annoying shit, this is being redone, ALL MUST resubmit their characters here

    Gender-male/female
    Age-14<Age<40(on request of mage) TBD
    race-tolls, elves, dwarfs, human, goblin, (on request) mage, werecreature
    Hair- blond, red, black, brown (requests allow more)
    Length-in in, or cm
    Eye color- yellow, green, hazel, gray, sky blue, dark blue, brown (request allow more)
    Height-take into account the physic of your race (elves are generally taller than humans, dwarfs are shorter)
    Weight-take into account the physic of your race (elves are lighter than humans, dwarfs are heavier, ask if you don't know)
    Type-Swordsmen: Warrior, Samurai(includes ninja and stuff) | Archer: Assassin(hidden), Warrior(direct) | Mage: Color (see main site)(Not yet up) | More on request
    Pet- Don't fill this out yet, first see species list on the main site (Not yet up), and fill in your stat page (not yet done) please take into account this is optional! If it is select 'none'
    How you heard about us: Optional

    Personality-if you say 'My character is different' I will give you a one day ban. DON'T SAY IT! THE BANBOW IS STRETCHED OUT, THE BANARROW IS ON IT!

    Background

    2 forms (either will do)
    Basic- basic summery
    Exerts- use exerts from their life in parts, two parts that happen within a week are 1.1 to 1.2, otherwise it will be 1 to 2

    If you have a pet request, PM us. If you have questions, to another person PM them. Anything besides applications are now considered spam, and you will be given a warning.


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    Post by Farrell Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:35 pm

    Name: Farrell
    Gender: Male
    Age: 26
    Race: Human
    Hair Color: Brown
    Hair Length: Short
    Eye Color: Green
    Height: 175cm
    Weight: 10 stone
    Type: Archer
    Pet: None

    Appearance: Somewhat threatening
    Face: Thick-set features, square jaw
    Hair: Short brown hair
    Torso: Manly 6-pack
    Arms: Muscly (not bodybuilder-muscles, just...larger than normal)
    Legs: Big thighs
    Hands: Normal (often clenched into fists)
    Feet: Size 9

    Personality: Very protective of the forest. He is suspicious of everyone (especially mages). Usually calm, but gets very aggressive in the heat of battle.

    Background: He was brought up in the forest by his parents. His great-grandfather Athair, the greatest archer of his age, was killed in a fierce battle between the archers and mages for control of the forest. His parents told him the story often, and so Farrell grew up with a deep hatred of mages. This has since cooled to mistrust. Farrell is now the protector of the forest and all mythical creatures within it, and his bow skills are near-unparalleled.
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    Post by Takuso Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:59 pm

    Polop, im going to draw my character and compare it to Raven's and keep whichever i like better, so im gonna put myself down as an artist.

    and also, i want the characters to be in order of when we meet them, which we dont know the order yet, so just keep that in mind

    maybe we should have everyone request the point in which they wish to appear...

    Name: Takuso
    Gender: Male
    Age: 26
    Race: Human
    Hair Color: Dark Brown
    Hair Length: Medium
    Eye Color: Hazel
    Height: 5'11"
    Weight: 150 pds
    Type: Warrior
    Pet: Dolphin Variation

    Apearance: Takuso’s appearance is a direct reflection of his inner turmoil, as nothing is concrete, nothing is organized, no structure. His usual apparel is a tan shirt that covers exclusively the right side of his torso and arm extension, with a slight turtle neck. While his left side is shielded with leather and metal armor, leaving little bare. He wears a simple pair of long black sweatpants that scrunches up at the bottom of his leg. Takuso is very skinny, sometimes thought to be malnutrition, but his body writhes with muscle, though small in stature, he makes up for it with his strength. He has a pure face, protruding an expression of kindness, as one of his greatest qualities is obtaining trust.

    Face: Regular Shape, small tuft on chin
    Hair: Flat down, and protruding to one side to enable sight
    Torso: Strong, solid, beneath his long baggy overshirt, he is covered in bandages, which are slightly visible as the shirt sags down.
    Arms: Well Built, one arm is covered with a long sleeve, while the other has armor all over it.
    Legs: Baggy Pants that scrunch up at the ankle
    Hands: one hand is covered in armor, while the other has a black glove.
    Feet: Small feet, wears wooden sandels

    Personality: Takuso does not think like the average person, and never once in his life did he choose a side, for he has the abnormal ability to see the good in others, in even the most obscure of characters. As a result of this, he is always thinking in two places, and he is always looking at life in many different perspectives other than his own, putting himself in others shoes. But this fact causes great confusion within him, as everybody has values, his are constantly being contradicted by his own words, and he has trouble seeing what is right and what is wrong due to the fact that he always sees the best of every situation. But he has a sense of justice, and he knows that he wants to be the good guy, even though he is so confused it can sometimes be completely overwhelming.

    Background:

    The Early Years

    Takuso does not know when he was born, he does not know where he comes from, and he does not know his own parents. As a baby, he was dropped off mysteriously one day deep within the mountains of Urichi, a small island in the far wast corner of the southern hemisphere. Deep in these mountains, towns and camps are scattered, in these parts, little is known about the outisde world, as these cultures, separated by hieghts, lived their own secluded lives. It was here that Takuso was left, and forgotten from the world. Left on the doorstep of a simple monk, the town that boy was left at was a town of scholars, a town run by wisemen and monks that chose to leave behind the wars and the pain and divulge in their own enightenment. Takuso was raised here, he was taught the art of defending, and grew to be wise, a young wiseman. He had a natural ability to see the world, to see the good in everything, and he grew to look down at the world, not in a hopelss way, but in an ambitios way, he now dreamed of changing the world and sharing his wisdom, which the wisemen were not too thrilled about. The monks were masters at the art of magic and martial arts, and Takuso was trained all his life.

    The Mysterious Girl

    One bright day, while harvesting food at the base of the mountain, Takuso came across a girl, around his age, collapsed in the riverbank, face in the water. He ran to help her, and found she was still alive, he then took her on his shoulders and brought her back to his village and got her a doctor and a room. She then stayed there for about a week until she finally woke up, when confronted, the village found that she did not recall anything of her past, she was stricken with amnesia, and did not know why she was there. Nobody knew where the girl was from, and people of the village took her in without question. She went to live with the head of the town, the great philosopher that everyone looked up to. Takuso also lived with this man, throughout the years, they had grown a father/son bond that was unmatched by anything else he experienced, but that was before he knew what love was. Takuso had seen women before, but not too many of them, the monks wisdom replaced the need for a mothers love, but the absense of pure love kept Takuso from developing in an emotional bank for his mind and body, and instead accepted emotions more than he actually felt them at full force. At first, Takuso took in the girl and they lived like siblings for weeks, but something was beginning to show, coming up from within Takuso, an emotion that dwarfed the logical mind.

    Blissful Days in Darkness

    Takuso still recalls the first day that a man fell, it was his greatest mentor, the man he called father. He had been growing increasingly week, and now he was on his knees, sickness riveting his ever muscle and pain inflicting his bones. His bed was now his only salvation, and Takuso remained at his side, constantly, vigilant on his watch, for the only man that ever led him to a sensful existance. Everyday, the man would continuously cough up large globs of dark blood and tar from his insides, his bones were becoming weaker and weaker as each day passed, at the end, he was like a skeleton. Takuso cried at his loss, but contemplated his last words, which were those telling him that his place was not of this world, that his place was out in the real world, his destiny, to save the world from destruction. In this darkness, Takuso was falling, and the only person there in which he could lean on, was Raine, the mysterious girl. The people had given her the name. Takuso now spent every second with her, telling her the tales of his life, his greatest fears, his lonliness, his pain, his love, everything that he had ever kept from himself. Raine was the catalist for Takuso's lost emotion. These days were of bliss, the happiest days of Takuso's life in the midsts of the most horrors of the world.

    The Sickness Spreads

    Another man caught it. It didn't last as long with this man, he died a mear 3 weeks after his first drop. Then, another man, and another man, and another man, all falling, and never getting back up. Death riddled the air, the stench was quite literal, as it came to be that the loss was greater than that of the efforts of burial, and a ditch at the base of the village was the new grave of all that fell. Soon, half the population was under this curse, and Takuso feared that it was only a matter of time before his life were to come under it. But it never did, it hit Raine instead. Raine now under the swelling weight of death, Takuso feared that the last person that meant something to him would leave before his eyes, and it was now time to take immidiate action. He left the town, in search of a cure.

    Through the Mountains

    Takuso had never left his town, he had never seen any other part of the world. His town was solitary. With a river at the base of the mountain, and fields of crop growing nearby, they had everything they would ever need. But now Takuso was faced with a whole different world. Cold, solitary, the world was different, and Takuso lay down one night, and wished he would never wake up. But his eyes gave him the greatest nightmare of all, the morning sun of the next day. Then, far along this path, walking for days, fearing that each step brings his greatest love closer and closer to her demise, and each step he doesn't take is condemming her to pain, he finds a city, out of the moutains, in the plains.

    Cruel Plot

    The city wasn't very large, and it was here, in his search for medicine, that Takuso came across a group of soldiers. His initial reaction was that of disgust, soldiers, one of the outside abnormalties that Takuso grew to look down on, but that disgust grew and grew as this scene progressed. Upon controntation about medicine, the soldiers didn't know anything, but the Luitenent only chuckled at his despair. In anger, Takuso threatened him, and he only laughed under his tension. Takuso then began preaching upon his ignorance, and the Luitnenant tole him that he knows more than Takuso will ever know, and told him that Takuso is only a pawn to the plans of their nation. Takuso believed his rambling was of no use, until he mentioned the myserious girl. He told Takuso that the girl that showed up in their village was his favorite experiment. Takuso only starred in fear as the plot was explained to him. A new disease was created, and in search for a method of testing, they attacked a poor and starving family that nobody would remember, and took them all in as prisoners. They preformed numerous experiments on them, and they all died, except for the girl, Suiki as their family called her. They injected her with a new poison and decided to drop her off near a small secluded village. Their intention was for her to die in the river, and see how the virus inside her spread, but that they saved her, and as the virus was passed from one person to the next, it grew in strength, so thats why it took so long for it to work in Suiki, because it wasn't as powerful in a first dosage. Takuso now enraged, he attacked the Luitenant, but was overpowered in mear seconds, and the world turned black.

    From the Dust, he Grew

    Upon his wakening, weeks later, he looked up to see a small hospitol within the city. At his first recollection, he ran from the building, and towards his home, only to find it destroyed, burned to the ground. Takuso fell to his knees and cried horrible tears, lost within himself. Takuso then left his village behind, and went to Usha, to find out what happened, a new sense of motivation grown from despair.


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    Post by Sr Lyranardo IV Wed Feb 25, 2009 12:26 am

    Gender: Male
    Age: 24
    Race: Twith
    Hair Color: Brownish Grey
    Hair Length: Medium Long
    Eye Color: Red
    Height: 6'7
    Weight: 197 Pounds
    Type: Assassin
    Pet: He owns a demonic summon feline, whom he names Mr. Tipsy or Tibs for short. It is described as a small white kitten with black at the ears, paws, and tail. It's eyes are a sapphire blue, when in battle mode, it takes the form of a ghost entity, with its feline look still visible but much more bigger.
    How you heard about us: Ickle is an Ad Whore...a good one too

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    Appearance:
    A wirey build with talk stature and stern yet soft look, somewhat pale, and walks with a smooth stride, he always looks distant when not engaged to anything, when angered his eyes will look as if they were fire, other than that, it was rumored looking into his eyes when he is calm and soothe ones soul, but that was only a rumor...His clothes seem to be ragged but also clean, and cover up alot of his body, he also is never seen without his Red Gloves that he admires so much
    Face: Chisled Chin with what looks like a smirk for a mouth and deep and fiery eyes with confindence, has moderate nose
    Hair: Messy and Medium long, looks like it's washed everynight, unkempt and most parts, looks dyed, sticks out in weird areas, has blood red scar going diagonal down the face which heals over time
    Torso: Not to shallow nor portuding, can see a little of the rib cage
    Arms: Somewhat average muscular, has tattoo of blue flames enguling right forarm, and band of leather on left wrist
    Legs: Also average in muscle, looks tarnished if they could be described in a way
    Hands: Many lines from hard working, a bit big, and always chewed off fingernails, many cuts and bruises
    Feet: Average feet, just many bruises from not being able to see in the night

    Personality: Simple and Cocky, tries to find a ruse out of everything, and won't take no for an answer, is somewhat sinister at times, can change mood alot, but mostly a Class A Jerk, though completely oblivous to some subjects, excels in others, he is rude and awkward to strangers, but will warm up after being around them for a while, he has hints of insanity to alot of his sayings, but an experienced riddler could see what he means, though he likes to have a normal conversation from time to time. He isn't what one would call "A Ladies Man" but he has enough experience of past relationships not to be duped, he teases with both female and male people and likes to find displeasure in the ones he knows. His most biggest of virtues is neutrality if it doesn't involve himself and he likes to put personal revenge against anyone who would wrong him. He is a studying man, and waits in the shadows before striking, physically or mentally, and when you least expect it, will come up and make his choice.

    Background:Not much is know about Lyran, he woke up 5 years ago in an alley of a deserted village, finding the blood of the villagers on his hands, since then he has sworn never to kill, if he had, or try an evil act. Unfortunately, whatever or whoever he was before is always lulling back to a more Evil path, his memory is disconnected and his only clue of his family life is a note found in his cloak from his supposed sister. He has traveled far and wide searching for her but with no avail, but at moments of shear panic or if he is to come across a familiar setting or item, he would remember a short flash of memory, and try to piece together. He is mostly a loner and can act cold to strangers, but if he must, he will join up with a group to achieve his goals. He was last seen travelling to the city of Sarkaslion in the western portion of the country.


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    Post by Raven Sun Mar 01, 2009 12:47 pm

    Gender: female
    Age: 30
    Race: elf
    Hair Color: black
    Hair Length: halfway down her back
    Eye Color: yellow
    Height: 6 feet or 72 inches
    Weight: 130 lbs
    Type: archer warrior
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    Appearance:
    [Initial description]
    Face: slender face
    Hair: sort of wavy because it's usually in braids
    Torso: slender fit, thick brown leather vest with a white shirt under it with ripped sleeves.
    Arms: looks scrawny, a small leaf tatoo around her upper right arm
    Legs: quite a bit larger then you'd think a girl her size would have, tight leather pants that stop at her knees
    Hands: small leather gloves, left is fingerless
    Feet: high heeled leather boots that come to her knees

    Personality: She's kind hearted and helps people, althought she will fight for what she believes is right. She usually is happy although sometimes she gets these vibes that usually breaks her good spirit. She is a quick judge of character and a good barganer. She usually has opinions about someone on either extreme. Either she absolutly hates them or she thinks they're best friends. When she is undecicive about someone she usually is quite untill she figures her position about them. She sometimes sees only the bad things in people that are good or only the good things in people that are bad. She doesn't trust humans as much as she trusts other species so it's an extrodinary thing when she doesn't start out hating a human. It takes her a long time to trust someone but little time to like them. Most of the time she likes them before she trusts them. Now just so you know, a long time in her relationshipness thing means a day or two. She's a fast thinker and very observant, so when she first meets someone she imidiately starts to judge them in her head, taking careful notes to help her make a decicion if they're going to live a long life easily or if they're going to have to watch what they eat and try not to sleep near her. She's smart but not extrodanarily smart. She has a good memory and isn't embarassed by much.

    Background: She was born in a small village in a forest to a wealthy family. Growing up she would hide from her parents by climbing the trees. Her best friend was her older sister. When she was 18 she was betrothed but she didn't want to marry. Her sister knew that this wasn't right and convinced her to run away from home, which she did, and joined an army, she didn't care which. It was a human army. She spent 2 years pretending she was someone she wasn't. At the age of 20 she got out of the army and started traveling around making money when she could. Since then she's been traveling around where she wants.

    I'll put more in when my computer isn't freaking out.
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    Post by Donnie Fri Mar 06, 2009 5:56 pm

    Y do i have to resubmit it? My character is completely posted on the site!

    Name: Donnie
    Gender: male
    Age: 17 years old
    Position In Story: Main Character, Good
    Height: 5' 9"
    Weight: 127 lbs.
    Hair Color: Brown
    Eye Color: Blue
    Weapon: Katana
    Personality: He is pretty much a quiet guy, but he will always do what he feels and not what he's told. If you get in his way, he will fight you. He does care about the well-being of others. He has a very strong will to live and ha amazing sword skills. If someone is in need of help, he will be there to save them, though after his past actions it is still questionable if he's good or evil. He does help the main characters instead of the villains.
    Appearance:
    - Head:
    - Facial Features: None
    - Hair:
    - Hair: Long, down to his shoulders. Parted in the middle.
    - Facial Hair: None
    - Clothing (Clothing in the beginning of the RPG)
    - Shirt: Black Long sleeved cloth with pieces of silver armor. Neck covers chin, mouth, and bottom of nose.
    - Pants: Block pants with silver shin guards. Piece of cloth hanging around his waist.
    - Arms: Left arm has a protective guard that cover from his hand to his elbow. Right arm is the sleeve from the shirt.
    - Hands: Left hand is a continuation of the arm guard and is a fingerless glove with armor plating. Right is a finger less gauntlet.
    - Feet: Black Cloth boots.
    Background Story: He was born in a small town. At the age of 4, he was sold into slavery by his parents who needed money to get by. They were offered a deal that Donnie would be freed from the world of poverty in exchange for his services. They agreed to it and were paid enough for two people to live. Donnie was brought to one of the most evil slave camps. They beat him everyday and tortured him until he overworked himself. He lived a childhood of misery and suffering. Everyday he would have to work at a faster pace than the day before in order to stay alive. At age 7 he started being trained to fight for the slavers. He had intense training for 4 years until he finally escaped. they trained him to hard and he began to surpass they in skill. Donnie went through the slave camp slaughtering every slave and officer there. He then searched the world for his parents that placed him in the custody of the evil men. They had become the most richest family in the region. He returned home and was treated as they should have and cared for him. They welcomed him in and neither of them were ever seen again. He disappeared after that. He has been wanted by all authorities for the massacre on the slavery camp. Donnie has now been seen saving villages under enslavement and freeing those that are going through what he went through. He remains as one of the most vicious and mysterious people in the region.
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    Post by Nenga (Vito) Thu Mar 12, 2009 1:13 am

    Name: Vito
    Gender: Male
    Age: 25
    Race: Human
    Hair Color: Darkish brown
    Hair Length: Meduim
    Eye Color: Red when mad, Blue when calm, green when he doesnt really give a fuck
    Height: 6'1
    Weight: 140 lbs
    Type: Archer: Warrior
    Pet:
    How you heard about us: ickle told me


    Appearance:
    Head: Darkish brown hair that kinda covers his eyes
    Face: Young looking and has a scar on his right cheek
    Torso: white shirt with sleeves that end at elbows, under the shirt is a red Anarchy symbol on his chest, Dirty Brown jacket with a full right sleeve but no left sleeve and jacket is about knee long, Thin metal plate that covers the top right part of his chest.
    Arms: Black fingerless gloves, right arm has a metal plating that acts like skin.
    Legs: Brown pants with a Metal plate on the left shin
    Feet: Brown Boots

    Personality:He's sorta quiet, and he sometimes jokes around at innapropite times. he gets pissed when someone calls him a bandit (depending who that person is) and doesnt like it when someone stares at his scar. oh and he smokes.

    Background:Vito was just a simple 4 year old living in a village with his parents, one night the village was raided by bandits and he was taken by the bandits as a slave. at age 6 the leader of the bandist decided to make him as an apprentice, he has trained Vito in brutal ways of the sword and how to handle a gun. he wanted Vito to be the best killer ever imagined, so he decided to perform a ritual on Vito so he can gain powers, They Carved the Anarchist Tattoo on his chest at age 13. During the Ritual, Vito went Blind with rage and killed everyone in the room, The bandit leader survived for he is the only one that can control him. at age 23 he challenged his master to a duel for his freedom, but the challenge was a distraction for his escape, he faked his death and escaped the camp at night. ever since then he has traveled to random places offering his skills for money and food. One day while wondering a town at night, he was attacked by a random assassin, although he killed him with ease, he has noticed the same symbol on his chest and on his armor, he has realized that his master has sent to kill him. now he decided to stay in the town on a low profile and plot for his revenge.


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    Post by Areoin Sat Mar 14, 2009 2:46 pm

    Name: Areoin

    Male
    128 years
    Elf
    Black Hair
    18 in.
    Red Eyes
    6'5
    175 pounds
    Elf Archer
    Black Stallion named Sergio
    Weapons- Elven Roche Bow with Deer Quiver and arrows from the Hills of the Damned. Two Star Wood elven daggers. Ras-Nasgath's Dark War Scythe.
    From Icklejabob on POM.net

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    Appearance:

    Face: Even toned. Not a baby face. Rough around the sides. Sideburns.
    Hair: Long. Black and very straight. It stays where it is. The wind doesn't make blow black.
    Torso: Muscular. Very Flexible. Broad shoulders. A red shirt with a black cape.
    Arms: Muscular and normal in size
    Legs: Strong and fast. Can run faster than most. Shin guards. Black silk legggings.
    Hands: Normal in size. Powerful and very durable. Does not have butterfingers. Red Gloves.
    Feet: Normal. Scar on right foot.Elvish woven boots that never break.

    Personality:
    A infamous guy, Areoin. Smart and quick. He can do well under pressure and always does his job, whatever it may be. Doesn't like to fight close up. He is more of an archer that hides in the trees or fires from afar. If he is to ever get in close combat fights, he will destroy the competitor. He has very strong arms and legs. He is an acrobat, a common trate among his people.

    Background:
    At a young age, Areoin was trained by his father in archery, aerobics, and combat. He did well. In battles and wars, Areoin was infamous for never being seen and his arrows being quick. He went to battle with his father and his father died. Distraught, Areoin started to practice the Dark Arts. While fooling around one night, he accidentally turned his arteries and muscles to rubber. This made him more flexible and speedy. As an added side affect, his eyes turned red and his once blonde hair turned to pure black.

    He was banished from his town and sent to the Dark Forest. He lived there for over 100 years. While there, he met a stallion and his lifelong companion that he named Sergio. He gave Sergio iron bones and a speed that couldn't be matched. One night, the forest caught fire and Areoin took off on Sergio into the stranger countryside. Eventually, Areoin came upon a mysterious town near the river that once led to his old home.

    He followed it to the town. It was the same as it used to be. Fueld by a newfound rage, he used his powers and decimated the town he once loved. He killed everyone and locked their spirits in a glass bottle he calls Firaz. Attempting to run from the scene, he dropped Firaz and the souls flew from the bottle and now haunt the town to this day. Areoin now hides from the world and does not come out much. Everyone knows the story of Firaz and the story of Areoin.
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    Post by Fenix Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:38 am

    Gender-male
    Age-17
    race-human
    Hair-black
    Length-in in, or cm
    Eye color-Brown
    Height-6'0"
    Weight-175 lbs
    Type-Swordsmen: Samurai
    Weapons: 2 swords strapped to his back. 2 Swords similar to the Kroenen Swords (the villian from the movie Hellboy) strapped to his waist and a knife strapped to his boot

    Pet- Don't fill this out yet, first see species list on the main site (Not yet up), and fill in your stat page (not yet done) please take into account this is optional! If it is select 'none'
    How you heard about us: Optional

    Personality-My Character's dedication to his work is completely based on rage and the need for revenge

    Background: ?
    2 forms (either will do)

    Basic- has no other thing on his mind except to get revenge on the people that killed his father

    Exerts- use exerts from their life in parts, two parts that happen within a week are 1.1 to 1.2, otherwise it will be 1 to 2

    YOU MUST USE THIS FORMAT, USE ALL THING THERE EXCEPT THINGS IN []

    Basic Profile

    Gender: Male
    Age: 17
    Race: Human
    Hair Color: Black
    Hair Length: down To Shoulders
    Eye Color: brown...(red when in "Rage Mode")
    Height: 6'0"
    Weight: 170lbs
    Type: Samurai
    Pet: Phoenix if possible XD
    How you heard about us: I know all...i see all...i knew of this b4 it even came out
    In depth profile

    Appearance: Athletic
    Face: some scruffy facial hair.
    Hair: black, straight, and length down to shoulders
    Torso: 6 PACK! large muscular chest...half torn tank top
    Arms: Strong yet fast
    Legs: same as arms
    Hands: faster than the naked eye
    Feet: ummm...normal?

    Personality: is totally sexist...doesn't think women can do anything...totally racist...especially hates the dwarfs...and REALLY REALLY HATES ANYONE that get's in between him and his target

    Background: It started as a young farmer boy...His father never wanted him to learn the ways of violence. But when one day a group of assassains came and attacked his father he was changed completely. His father's last words were..."KILL THE SONSA B*TCHES!!!" and his father handed him a key to a room with several weapons. At the time he was only 8 years old and only had one family member. it was his uncle who was a master in a special form of martial arts that nobody has ever seen.

    One day his uncle finally told him "your ready for.......the test" this test was filled with the most horrific obstacles imaginable..."not a single person has made it to the other side in less than 5 peices before" said his uncle. Fenix at the age of 15 meditated long...and hard before taking the course. Carefully comtemplating every single move he would make to get through the course. One by one he got further through it and finally made it through. His uncle congradulated him and said he no longer needs any master and told him to leave forever.

    Basically banished from his uncle, he set off into an ancient forest that has been known to have..."mystical" features. After spending months in this strange forest he came across a creature. It seemed to be a bird but not quite. It was indeed...a Phoneix. It was young and weak. It seemed to have been attacked by some wild creature. Fenix at 16 took the creature and cared for it and as it became bigger, it turned out to be the greatest ally he ever had

    He is now 17 with skills that are virtually unstopable with a creature practically indestructable and only one word on his mind........revenge
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    Post by lydanen Thu May 21, 2009 12:08 am

    if needed i can get even more detailed i already took the liberty of weaving my character in by means of meeting at a local bar

    Gender:male
    Age:23
    Race:dark elven
    Hair Color: black with red highlights
    Hair Length:short
    Eye Color:yellow
    Height:5'7
    Weight:253
    Type:warrior
    Pet: dipsa small snake that it no one notices ithey have been bitten until they are dead
    How you heard about us: icklejbob told me on the pom site lol names fattyacid7


    Appearance: scruffy looking deep voice look strong for his size
    face: light goatee some fuz under his chin
    Hair: smooth and long enough to cover his head
    Torso: almost buff has 4 pack of abs but light
    Arms: big but not too big about 9" in diameter
    Legs: medium length legs calfs 5" in diameter
    Hands: big hands for big weapons
    Feet:9 in shoes size

    Personality:he can be either good or evil if he chooses he lean towards good hates lawmen because of their attitude will fight
    to the death hates smarter people that get technical argues at anything he doesn't like speaks his mind most of the time
    he always likes to choose the hard route because he is stubborn talks more than he should calm and non tempered knows enough people
    of he were to get in big enough trouble he years of being a mercenary has made him tough strong and ruthless he has mercy if it is needed to continue
    kills first asks quesitons later.


    Background: as a little boy of a sergant in the grand army of new arroyo his mother nurtured him and his father pushes him to his
    imits teaching him how to use a sword and sheild eventually during the night his vilage was raided and his parents were killed watching his village
    burn to the ground after going back to his house
    he found his fathers legendary sword and vowed to take revenge in 6 months he cought up to them in the ice cold mountain tops and slain them in their sleep
    when he went to the nearby city he found a carravan who said they would pay him in exchange for guarding so he followed them until he saw that the raiders he
    killed had a bounty and at that time he was about 18 and from then on for a few years he turned mercenary a few years later when he was 22 he had the biggest
    job in his whole entire carrer he had to disband and kill 15 targeted assassins for the theives guild their leader owned the mercenary corp
    when he killed the last assassin he realized he had been tricked and killed the good assassins and in collecting his reward he killed
    his longtime friend and master after searching his house and the theives guild he had claimed armer a sword sheild the sword was that of a dead king
    when he uses the sword sometimes the ghost of the king attacks his enemy the sheild is that of his family crest the armour is his dads old ivory
    army suite in which he wore every battle soon after he stopped at a city bar where he meets the heroes and overhears they conversation
    interruption he says he would like to join on their journey fearing it might be his last yet somehow even though the heroes are mad they simply reply
    with a yes. If you see inside of his pack you might find his journal in which he writes the details of everyday down to the last detail he lets no one
    see it because it holds his deepest darkest secrets.
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    Post by Alex Fri Jun 05, 2009 4:47 pm

    Gender:Male
    Age: 22
    Race: Human
    Hair Color: Brown
    Hair Length: 50 CM
    Eye Color: Blue
    Height: 6 foot
    Weight: 250 (most in muscles)
    Type: Warrior
    Pet: A chihuahua named Striker, used to attack, solve puzzles, distract soldiers.
    How you heard about us:

    Appearance:
    [Initial description]
    Face: A scar in near his right eye.
    Hair: Needs a haircut (Alex: Oh no, that no.)
    Torso: A green shirt
    Arms: Another scar.
    Legs: White Pants
    Hands: Leather Gloves (OMG! PETA should be pissed! watch out alex! They're going to drop paint on you!)
    Feet: Black Leather Boots

    Personality: Quite a rude guy, needs to pay attention to his manners, is always serious or angry, frustates easily. Sometimes can be an asshole.

    Background: Sit down, this'll take a while... Grab your tea/coffee

    Part 1: Hard Childhood.

    Alex Scott Kennedy was son of Matt Scott Claymore and Rose Kennedy Roy. He showed high IQ since his birth. Since he was FIVE he began hard excersicing with his father. He was strong and smart. It wasn't easy for him. Never knew his mother, as they divorced after Alex's birth.

    Part 1.2: Mr. Necromancer

    One day, Mr. Necromancer, leader of the merchant, moved to the town. Then, he met Matt and Alex. They became good friends. Matt ignored completely the business.

    Part 2.1: The Important Mission

    One day like any other, they were preparing to defend a town agaisnt Gary. They were preparing, and then, Mr. Necromancer came to visit. Necro saw them, and asked if he could go with them. Matt said that yes.
    Part 2.2: Arrival

    "Finally" Necro said.
    "This sounds like fun!" Alex said.
    "No it isn't.", Matt said. "Gary will arrive sooner or later."
    "Gary..." Necro said."He killed my uncle and my mother.I'll never forgive that guy."

    Part 2.3: That night...

    "Dad, I'm getting bored." Alex said.
    Then Gary finally arrived.
    "Rebellion" Gary shouted, "Prepare to be exterminated!"
    Matt heard, and prepared his sword.
    "If you can defeat me", Matt shouted.
    "Dad!" Alex, said.
    "Calm down" Necro said to Alex.

    Part 3.1:Cruel destiny

    After a intense battle, Matt was murdered by Gary.
    Alex was sad and depressed.
    "You'll have your revenge.", Necro said.
    Alex took his father's sword, and started attacking Gary.
    "Are you crazy?", Necro shouted.
    "Please", said Matt on his last breath, "take care of Alex".
    "I will", Necro said. He saw Alex how well he was fightting agaisnt Gary.
    "This rose has thorns!" Gary said, and fled from Alex.

    Part 4: Alex the Assassain.

    6 years of intense training, and became a Mercenary. He was hired for a simple mission: Find and kill Gary's Commander.
    "That's no simple", Alex said, while setting off.
    After 7 days traveling, he finnaly found the base he was looking for. He was tired, but the money was worth it. After killing Gary's commander, he felt something... Like a instinct of a true assassin.Then he was awarded the Black Heart. The next 3 years, he was specialized on Find and Kill missions, Sabotage, Blow-Up, Capture, and Kidnap missions. He won lots of awards in that time. Then he k

    Part 5: Good friends always meet.

    One day...

    Mr. Necromancer: I want to hire a mercenary. A high ranked one.

    Recepcionist: We'll see if there is any high ranked mercenary free.
    *enters door.*

    Recepcionist: There's one. *Pushes telephone button* Alex!!! COme here!

    Alex: Anyone called me?

    Mr. Necromancer: Oh, it's you Alex.

    Alex: Hi Don Necro! How the merchants bussiness going!!

    Mr.Necromancer: Terrible! I can't stand that guy Gary spoiling everything we do! I want to contract you to find and capture Gary, so we can kill him!
    *Opens a suitcase full of money* Is this money enough?!

    Alex. Woah!

    Recepcionist: Contracted.

    *Alex and Necro goes out*

    Mr. Necromancer: OK, here's in this spot *points out a place in The Valley of Blizzards* is a camp that belongs to Gary. Go there, get information from the Sup. Commander, free prisioners, kill ALL of the soldiers, and destroy the camp.

    Alex: it is me, or you seem as young as the first time I met you?
    Mr. Necro: Oh and I'll add a bonus if you mess up Gary's mining work that he has there. The bonus is $ 30,000.

    Alex: And do you think my brother is there?

    Mr. Necro: I don't think so. I thinmk his name was Tagaso, Taluso, Maluso, Taco , or something like that. Oh and BE CAREFUL, the Sup. Commander is a girl, but she's strong. She killed my brother Adam, so be careful...

    Alex: Sounds... A bit like a suicide, but I guess I'll do it.

    Mr.Necro: Good luck Alex.
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    Name: Carvilli Murea
    Gender- Female
    Age- 465
    Race- Elf/Mage
    Hair- Black
    Length- 32"
    Eye color- Red
    Height- 60"
    Weight- 100 lb
    Type- Blue Mage
    Pet- None
    How you heard about us: I IS DE ICKLE!!

    Personality- Carvilli seems lustfully obsessive. She knows how to get under a mans skin, and takes into account her beautiful appearance to get men to follow her every will. She is in no means a slut, because she never goes any further than words. She talks in a cocky tone, as if the world falls into her hands, she is very controlling.

    Background- Carvilli is the daughter of one of the first mages to reproduce with a mortal creature. She obtained immortality from her mage mother, but that mother died during the mage wars. Her elf father died of natural causes at the age of 243, and she has been alone ever since. Nobody knows much about her past after this time, but she seems to be sided with many different races, her motives are unknown.

    Appearance: Carvilli has outstanding features. Perfect curves, an average height, long, gleaming black hair that covers her right eye. Her eyes are vibran, they stand out to anyone and everyone. Her breasts are large and full, and she keeps them mostly in sight for her men to follow.
    Face: Shes got a small nose, and slightly puffed red lips. Carvilli has a sort of tatto on her left cheek, it looks like pixilate black heart.
    Hair: Her hair is long and pure black.
    Torso: Carvilli wears a very revealing leather-like shirt that follows the guidlines of her skin down to her waist, with a small hole so that her bellybutton is shown.
    Arms: On her right arm, a long cloth protrudes from her shoulder and hangs down, connecting its end at the backside of her palm, tucked inter her tight long glove that extends to her elbow. Her upper arm is bare on her right arm. Her left arm is covered in a leather-like sleeve, that works as a glove as well.
    Legs: Her thighs are ultimately bare, and two of the same leather-like substance make up the long black boots that she wears.
    Hands: Both of her hands are covered in a glove, though the one on her left does not cover her fingers.
    Feet: The Black Boots.

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