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Name: Baralough Race: Human Age: 28 Group: Murderers Background: Baralough's background before meeting Astrolanoid is hidden to any but himself. Born to a brothelgirl, Baralough was left on the streets to die when his mother tired of the task of raising a hungry boy. He was 'rescued' by a thug of a loanshark who had an appetite for the younger set. Raised by fist and boot, Baralough grew lean and tough, smouldering with a cold, calculating anger that culminated in the murder of his protector. Baralough fled into the night, and soon turned his blade into profit. He became the best in his city, knew every shadow and cracked stone. His name was whispered with fear, his services commanding a high price. Now grown to his full measure, Baralough continues to ply the murderer's trade. Physical Appearance: On the short side, due to a starved youth, Baralough is almost gaunt; nothing but bone and sinew. Pale and nicked with old scars, his face is set in a semi-permanent scowl. His eyes are green; like plants that'd paled and withered for lack of sun. Every motion is smooth and calculated, like a serpent coiled to strike. He wears grays and deep browns; the better to blend into shadow. Weapons: Longknife with poison chanel, crossbow, throwing knives, climbing claws, flashstones (enchanted pebbles that emmit a burst of light when thrown). Talents and Skills: Baralough is silent and efficient. A cold man who never stops in his quest to discover and know, he has accumulated an impressive store of personal knowledge, and remembers every detail of it to an exacting degree. His skills with the blade are hard-won, and he is a deadly threat with his preffered long knife. Finaly, he is a tenacious combatant. He knows what his body can take, as he'd been beaten to that precipice before; often bulling through the pain of wounds that would drop a normal man. |
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Name: Aradi Tai'em
Race: Tiefling Age: 43 Group: The Travellers Background: Aradi prefers not to speak of his past, he was taken from the lower planes at a young age and taken in by priests as an experiment, - trying to turn the 'naturally evil' into a good guy - he took a great liking to the magics of healing, abjuration* and enchantment, he began to study those three subjects and eventually came to devote a good portion of his life to them, shunned for his demonic heritage, he tries to fit in anywhere he can while he studies his arts. He never truly knew where he came from, though he does know that one of his parents is human, the other, well, he can only speculate. ((*Abjuration is basically just protective magic, it encompasses most defenses, though it has no offensive capabilities.)) Physical Appearance: Aradi is not exactly handsome due to certain demonic traits that show themselves along his body, his nose is bent to the left from several breaks throughout his life, his skin has a slight red tinge to it and his raven black, shoulder-length hair hangs tied back in a 'warrior's tail', his eyes are dark blue and behind him swings a demonic tail, this reaches down to the ground when he stand up straight. Through his hair, about 3 centimetres back from the top his forehead protrude two horns, these curl back over the top of his hair and end in a point that points up from his head, they are only about 6 centimetres long. His fingernails are also slightly thicker and sharper than a regular man's. He can usually be seen wearing a midnight blue tunic along with long, dirt-brown pants, his boots are made of a thick leather and look as if they have seen many a road, upon his hands he wears white gloves. He is tall and thin, yet has a bit of muscle due to his demon blood, though when compared to a soldier he would only last a short while as he is not as skilled in hand-to-hand as someone who has actually trained. He carries about a backpack that holds whatever he thinks he might need during any random wanderings he may suddenly undertake, though most would find that books with scribblings and words in orders that could only make sense to Aradi alone are useless. Weapons: Magic, a small knife that looks as if it wouldn't even hurt an insect and, of course, his body. Talents and Skills: Minor hand-to-hand combat, enchantment, healing spells, defensive magics. ((Hope that's alright))
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Name: Jarvax
Race: undeath human (lich) Age: 96 Group: Murderers Background: Jarvax was a wizard in life and is still in death. He was born into a wealthy family which was rumoured to ahve gained its wealth by shadowy operations. Jarvax was teached the secrets of magic by one of his father's friends, he seemed to be quite skilled at it and did all sorts of experiments. When he was 40 he discovered that his body was decaying from a unknown disease. Afraid of dying before his time had come he changed the whole course of his magical experiments, focusing all his attention on seeking ways to stop his disease or find a other way of survival. He found one, the only way to counter his disease and continue to walk this world he had to become a undeath, or more specifically a Lich. To become a lich he had to transfer his life energy, his soul to a container, called a phylactery. After several attempt he succeeded transferring his soul to his chosen container, his body died immeadatly after the transfer but Jarvax lived. Since then he's been living a solitary life, he was still conducting magical experiments but these were far more gruesome than before. Completely given himself over to the necromantic arts he began experimenting on death tissue or even liiving sentient life. Killing or capturing new testsubjects when he needs them. ((Necromancy is magic mostly concentrated on creating undeath and the stealing of life energy)) Physical Appearance: Jarvax wears a long black, hooded robe covering his entire body, only 2 glowing orbs where his eyes should be can be seen from his face when he has the hood over his head. Underneath the robe his flesh is rotten and decayed, at some places chunks of flesh are completely gone showing his bones. The flesh has completely dissapeard from his hands, which gives away he's an undeath almost instantly but he never covers them up. On each skeletal finger he has 2 rings and each ring is set with a precious gem. Around his middle he has a belt with a magical pouch (magical as in that the storage ability has been increased) attached to it in which he has stored components he needs for his spells. Weapons: Magic and if allowed his 2 'servants' Talents and Skills: bringing the death back to life in the form of a undeath warrior (skeleton, zombie, etc). But only if there's enough death tissue on the site. Life-stealing magic, sucking up life energies to energize himself and make his opponents weaker (not killing them) and some minor attack spells. And becouse he's a lich he can't be really killed unless the container of his soul is destroyed, his physical body can be easily destroyed but it would regenerate within days and Jarvax would walk again. But if the container is destroyed he would simple dissapear. The phylactery is usually a a valuable and powerful gem (hint one of his rings). I also would like to add (if it's ok) these two travelling 'companions': Cane: Cane was Jarvax's first succesfull experiment on creating a undeath warrior who answers to his commands. Created for the purpose of serving Jarvax as a bodyguard or a gatherer of new testsubjects. Cane was once human in appearance but Jarvax transformed him for his own purposes. Strong, powerful legs and arms, claws instead of hands in other words a frontal assault melee fighter. Sivrael: Sivrael was created 3 years after Cane, Jarvax was delighted when he had found the corpse of a winged humanoid and started to experiment to turn it into a undeath servant. After several attempts he succeeded and Jarvael was born. Jarvael serves Jarvax as a winged emisary of death, striking from the air to claw at the faces of his enemies. Cane and Sivrael are undeath servants of Jarvax who posses some minor intelligence (a little more than the average zombie or skeleton but nothing like the intelligence of a living human) and let usually these 2 fight for him and only using his magic when it is really needed (he's kinda a crook and magical componements are expensive) As for how they look like (along with my character): ![]() Last edited by Sarzum : 06-27-2008 at 07:04 AM. |
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Sarzum's in.
Ginger Baron, I've noticed that all of your previous posts have in in Beginner's RPing. Have you had much experience in advanced roleplay?
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