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Name: Kytar Tayruo

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Race: High Elf

Weight: 114lbs

Height: 5’ 4’’

Class: Ranger

Appearance: Elf by ~Vatina on deviantART

Weapons: A unusually large bow which is about the size of her body but is carried in a folded position that can be unfolded quickly and easily. She has a hidden blade that is slotted into her gauntlet and can be used for killing in battle of assainations for the highest bidder.

Items: Around a hundred or so arrow, carried in a quiver on her back.
Basic means for survival such as food and a small drink of fresh water.
A flint match for lighting fires easily.

Skills/Abilities: Like most elves she uses a bow in a most angelic fashion and almost never misses her target. Her running speed is that of an athletic runner as she practises free running around the town and is arrested for improper use of skill.

Bio: Kytar was born in a royal family and treated with luxury as she grew up, not knowing that a growing threat was appearing in the far regions of the high elfs lands. Trolls had invaded Hyuthiar, and where attacking cities and towns. When news reached Kytars ears of this she couldn’t believe that somebody could be so horrible, so she had private classes on how to fire a bow and how to escape the scene incase of need which then tie in with her free running skills. After a few years of conflict the trolls fled Hyuthiar and the country was free but as Kytar grew older she started to drift away from royalty and live like a normal person.

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Name: Akasha Morena Rubia Fostillovitz

Gender: Female

Age: Looks mid twenties

Race: Vampire/Human

Weight: 92lbs

Height: 5’ 0"

Class: Bard

Appearance: Akasha is a petite and pale beauty, light brown freckles sprinkled lightly on her cheeks and long auburn hair framing her white face, perfectly matching her gold/brown eyes which twinkle when she smiles, revealing terrifyingly sharp teeth, which all though not as long as some, are still enough to instil fear into the hearts of some. She dresses for the seasons, wearing long flowing robes of sun yellow and midnight blue in the summer and warm wolf furs in the winter. It has been said that her biggest tragedy is that the sun shall never see her dancing.

Weapons: Her wits and charm (Oh and her canines)

Items: An exquisite violin she made herself, along with her clothes, which she takes with her on a palomine horse, who loves her dearly.

Skills/Abilities: Immortality, unnatural speed and strength, which diminishes with the sunrise and the absense of living blood. Her seductive powers are surprisingly good considering her frail demeanour. She dances, sings and plays the violin wonderfully, but is painfully shy.

Welcome

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hiya! join in whenever you'd like to!

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Shepard: "You? I said a badass, not some scout whining like a Quarian with a tummy ache!"
Tali: "I'm standing right here!"

Shepard: "If I know Grunt, your answer is coming at muzzle velocity."
Grunt: "You do know Grunt..."

"Why did I stop you from blowing it up? If you haven't noticed, everything you've shot at it is getting reflected back! I'm not about to die because you're a slow learner, so give me the rocket launcher and I'll show you how to kill the thing." - Marcus, from Behind the World

Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods

My blog.

Is it allowed to use a race that does not belong to the standard fantasy setting? See, I've got this one I'd like to try out and blend in an RP, see how it works out.

If yes, I'll put up a description for the species besides the profile. If not, good luck with your RP.

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so long as you can make it fit, then it's fine with me.

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Shepard: "You? I said a badass, not some scout whining like a Quarian with a tummy ache!"
Tali: "I'm standing right here!"

Shepard: "If I know Grunt, your answer is coming at muzzle velocity."
Grunt: "You do know Grunt..."

"Why did I stop you from blowing it up? If you haven't noticed, everything you've shot at it is getting reflected back! I'm not about to die because you're a slow learner, so give me the rocket launcher and I'll show you how to kill the thing." - Marcus, from Behind the World

Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods

My blog.

Ah great. Well, then let's begin, shall we?

Large, broad shouldered, covered in a thick grey fur, large eyebrows and a very muscular build. The Wildrim is a survivor. Some of their bones grow outside of their body and can be seen as claws and spikes. Their shape is a combination of an ape and a large canine. Featuring a tail and a long nose, a bulky chest and large hands. They can stand and walk, but not run, on their hind legs unsupported.

A Wildrim has immense force in its forelegs and the rest of its body is also very powerful. It will rip through many kinds of materials with relative ease. It's hair is stiff on the outer layers and the inner layers are soft and keep it warm. Making it resistant to attacks and cold weather. Wildrims also heal injuries quickly.

Wildrims have long life spans and grow fast. Which is the cause they mature much earlier than other species. The race itself is rather primitive, relying more on their own strength than the help of tools and magic. Don't be mistaken however, as Wildrims are quite intelligent and very resourceful.

In the past, their forefathers travelled cold and barren lands and hunted by ambush. Nowadays they have blend in with other races, many of them fulfilling heavy labour jobs, some as body-guards, some as scouts and some as hunters. They have no nation or even cities of their own.

Name: Llew

Gender: Male

Age: 17 (Wildrim equal to the human mid 30's)

Race: Wildrim

Weight: 524

Height: 6.4

Class: Champion

Appearance: Grande, muscular and decorated with spikes on his back, shoulders and elbow. A typical Wildrim at first sight. His coat is a light grey tint, and bears darker signs over his forehead, nose, back and chest. Llew’s nose is short and his head broad, his thick eyebrows hide his green irises.

Weapons: A really large "labrys", a two-headed axe.

Items: For a human/elf/w/e, heavy armour. But for it it does not restrict a Wildrim's movement by much. Further more some quick first aid items and antitoxins. Nothing special.

Skills/Abilities:

Strengths;
The obvious immense power, size and weight.
Great stamina, defence and recovers quickly.
Doesn't need tools to survive or to fight.
Beast-like instincts and senses.
High resistance to cold.
Weaknesses;
Limited vocabulary.
Not used to things that other races consider normal.
Can't stand in smaller openings.
Big target.
Less dexterous in handling items than other races.
May break things unintentionally.
Poor resistance to heat.

Bio:
Llew is just a Wildrim trying to live his life in the strange lands that is referred to as "the empire". Unfortunately for him, humankind is a lot less simple and fair than he is himself. Llew is tricked into becoming an attraction, or more specifically; a gladiator. Fortunately for Llew, he met some more reasonable and fair humans, who have learned him a thing or two about the Colosseum and the empire. Now, having obtained and defended the title of champion for a year, the Wildrim has rewon his freedom and is now exploring the new and strange lands.

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Name: Alexian Cutter
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Human
Weight: 148 lbs.
Height: 6'2"
Class: Druid
Appearance:
Weapons:He carries no weapons
Items:He carries a flute made of eagle bone.
Skills/Abilities:He has the ability to speak with animals, Extremely intune with nature, kinship with animals, skilled at hunting and tracking, the ability to shapeshift (lycan)
Bio:Alexian is a druid with a unique gift of shapeshifting into a lycan. He is from a local tribe who live deep within the forest where not many city dwellers dare to travel. He has been taught to respect and live in harmony with nature and will do anything to protect his home and the people and creatures who live there.

awesome! I'm looking forward to this RP more and more! Get a posting, folks!

and to everyone else who's been posting alot today, sorry for my absence. I'd intend to take a short nap and it turned into a very long one. :P

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Shepard: "You? I said a badass, not some scout whining like a Quarian with a tummy ache!"
Tali: "I'm standing right here!"

Shepard: "If I know Grunt, your answer is coming at muzzle velocity."
Grunt: "You do know Grunt..."

"Why did I stop you from blowing it up? If you haven't noticed, everything you've shot at it is getting reflected back! I'm not about to die because you're a slow learner, so give me the rocket launcher and I'll show you how to kill the thing." - Marcus, from Behind the World

Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods

My blog.