Druijden's Wall - Character Deposit

[Asuras]

For all characters accepted or waiting to be accepted!

[Baylie]

(so this is where they go..? The Cs, I mean. Er, if this isn't <_< >_> I'll move it n.n )

Name:
Anya Silverhood
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human

Personality:
When away from her blades for a long enough time to purge the recent memories and emotions from the blade, she much like most females of her family is a bubbly, carefree individual, only caring about things a normal teen might care about on addition to getting better at her training with a deep secret cauldron of temper that has yet to boil over, yet threatens to every time the blades are used. Though she insists she is fine, her mental stability has declined steadily as she has used her weapons, often forced to relive periods of the creators lives on both sides of the story of both the rage of the black blade to the utter depression of the white. Though she denies she has had any affects because of it due to the blades allowing her for optimal fighting, she has taken up smoking and other self destructive habits such as drinking and starving herself and for short periods of time becoming anti social and distant. The times between this and her time actually happy leaves her feeling like a yo-yo, dizzy from the change in her emotions that brings her to frustration, ticking down the time bomb that is her temper before she snaps and really hurts someone.

Short Bio:
Anya has a very happy childhood that would resemble that of a gypsy caravan yet more lavish with expensive campers and parties everywhere, though always tested by her stronger siblings for the iron backbone that is needed for one to be utterly free much like the rest of her family was. It was not surprising that she wanted another way of life then the one her family had settled into, she wanted stability especially after seeing the results of late night partying and hard liquor did to the body, especially one with a lethal temper. With a small girl as the target of her relatives aggressive seduction that left the woman shattered and broken, a bloody spot on the ground with no choice in the matter. Though her family covered it up from being known, to not only the authorities but with the higher knights of her family and surrounding roots, she still knew what had happened. Because of this one might think she learned a different fighting style then the traditional one of her blood and even going as far to running away from her family to the school at the first moment given.

This likely gave her the courage to take up the blades again and again as not to be possibly rejected from the school to be sent back with what was in her eyes a corrupted family, along with her deep suspicion of anyone with a known temper.
Root:
Silverhood root.

The Silverhood used to be a section of a larger family of counts and dukes, distant cousins to the more powerful royalty whom were driven from the land and scattered due to the instability of one of the rulers calling a witch hunt on their family, pushing them to the northern regions where they discovered the root they named after their family colors on the hoods of their cloaks. Though not as ancient as other families and their roots they are very renown for their temper, though rare to erupt are very dangerous and explosive, being the reason they were hunted in the first place because one of their members tempers snapped. Things got out of hand real fast, leaving carnage in his wake in the form of dead bodies.

The element for this family much like their movements and emotions in history is wind, never able nor content to stay in one place for long, always moving and changing yet very loyal and much like a pigeon, always returning to the roost of where they came from at some point in their lives.
Rank:
Knight
Class:
Sword Dancer

A sword dancer is a mixture between a thief fighting style of speed and dexterity mixed with the delicacy and silence of a ninja, a desert style of fighting that requires a steady step and an even mind to pull off the difficulty of the moves that require flexibility honed from a very young age. Essentially the style of their fighting as the name implies resembles a violent dance using blades, not only distracting to the enemy at times with the long streamers and scarves tied to the weapons slipping through the air but deadly in it's precision and calculated movements.

Weapon/Armament:
Armament (listed bellow)
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Names:
Ying and Yang
Type:
Weapon type
Affinity:
Fire
Description:
Two blades, one of black and one of light. Two opposites creating two different blazes of fire. Much like it's ancient creators are Siamese twins, forever joined together through a magic chain binding the two blades together into one yet its own. The very magic of these blades involves much instability, highly dangerous without it's companion it is suspected, yet no one has dared to separate the two.

On the silver chain binding the two is the description,

"Blades wrought of terra corrupt, quelling purity yet defending it, something so chaotic not even they, the creators sharing one body could understand. Behold Chaos of an unholy creation yet the Beauty of a holy bonding."

The blades themselves are a work of art, ironic to her root's birthplace and the further curiosity to the style of her fighting, these blades come from the east, ancient blades that for centuries had been hidden deep in the temples of a distant country still of 3rd worldly in its operations, seen as an unholy merging yet at the same time holy in it's symbolism. One blade is made of sterling silver plated over strong steel, glowing a faint dim of white all on it's own from the magic planted within while it's mate is of the same build yet blackened in color and seems to suck in the light around it like a black hole, both swirling with intricate designs of their opposite colors on the hilt, where a large ring on the ends is connected by a thin chain. Lightweight and hardly noticeable, the the lightweight gold chain is surprisingly strong, holding up to multiple people pulling on it, allowing the magic between the two to flow and stabilize in finding an opposite to keep it's powers from overwhelming the user. As a symbol of her dedication, she has entwined the rings with strips of ribbon, each a different color for every reason she has to fight for the cause of the knights. She only has two, which are kept exclusively secret to herself.
Ability:
The blades are able to light ablaze, the one of white metal burning a yellow flame while the other darker half burns a red flame. It has indeed been confirmed they are both fire affinity because of the white blades coloring it is often mistaken to be of a light element blade while the other is of dark for its color but it is not the case, otherwise the magic would be even more unstable and unsafe for a young knight as herself to wield.

Of course the blaze around the handles do not burn her, but the heat coming off the blades is hard for her to bear, thus only used when needed and is otherwise a emergency measure she uses only for show to intimidate of when she feels very frightened. Also there is something that all but a select few do not know, that the blades have been imbued with the very creators souls, giving her flashes of painful memories and the conflicting feelings of both the creators while using the blades.

The flashes are so strong it has already heavily affected her psychologically.
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Spell Class:
Wind Class

(Sorry If I made her sound so depressing! Though shes going to start depressed at the beginning of the story and cheer up as we move along, as she gets used to the bursts of memories from the blades so no worries there, but if anything is amiss pm me it as I must head to bed because I start my first day of school in the morning )

[Asuras]

Several issues...

For one, the setting of Druijden's wall is not in our own universe; the English, Scottish, Chinese, and North American continents do not exist. It is a completely fantasy universe separate from our own.

Two, having "Otherworldly blood" is possible, though highly unlikely. The most prominent reason is due the rarity of Otherworlders who are capable of breeding with humans, and the second being the fact that the appearance of Otherworlders is relatively new. The start of the war occurred mere years ago, which would mean for the Silverhood Root to have any blood they would've had to get it on with an Otherworlder pretty much as soon as they had appeared, which further makes it less likely that one actually engaged in sexual relations with an Otherworlder.

And for "Type" in the Armaments sheet, you should say whether or not it's a Weapon-Type, Armor-Type, etc... Not what kind of weapon it is.

(Note I am posting the PM message here as well so things can be further clarified for other individuals)

[Asuras]

Anya is accepted! *stamps forehead*

[GrayPerdition]

Sorry about that. -facepalm-

Spoiler

*Not my artwork*


Name:
Ayrthell Ru'ioutha

Age:
48 (He's an elf. >>)

Gender:
Male

Race:
Elf

Personality:
Ayrthell comes off as a warm, inviting person. He always seems to have a cheerful demeanor, albeit a bit distant. Although many consider him a weak person because of this, Ayrthell is really none of these things at all. He is, inside, quite cold and calculating, with a surprising intelligence despite his young age. Even so, his is often a subject to his own naivety, overlooking small details and underestimating those he is against. His front is really just because he knows agreeing and 'liking' people without causing problems makes his life much easier as opposed to stating his mind(which is often cruel and incredibly insulting). He isn't necessarily a bad person, and he doesn't wish harm to others, he is just a bit of a narcissist.

Short Bio:
Ayrthell was born in the far northwest, above the Dresden root's influence. His parents were wanderers, as were many elves in the area. They traveled across the forest's expanse with the herds of elk and other wildlife that migrated with the seasons' passings. Despite his humble beginnings, Ayrthell had a surprisingly easy childhood. He learned magic from his father and survival techniques from his mother, and even had a little sister. Because of their nomadic nature, the whole family was quite close.

When he came of age, Ayrthell traveled on his own for a while. He didn't leave the forest, as he had very little desire to join civilized society. Years later, while crossing a random stream, he was reunited with his sister, now an adult, though she was distraught. He then learned of their parents slaughter, and his sister's enslavement by rogue anomalies just recently. She had managed to escape with the father's legacy; his spellbook, Abyssal Affliction.

This lead to an intense hatred of the creatures, and Ayrthell eventually made his way towards the College of Ollerus because of his growing abhorrence of the creatures. He left his sister in a small town on the edge of their home forest before he left, and always sends whatever extra money or resources he has to her.

He has been a student for only a few short years, and is now finally high enough in rank to use his father's spellbook.

Root:
None

Rank:
Knight

Class:
Mage

Name:
Abyssal Affliction
Type:
Weapon: Spell Buffer
Affinity:
Necromancy
Description:
A spellbook that once belonged to Ayrthell's father, he is unsure how it came into the family. Never the less, Ayrthell know considers it a family relic, and will die, quite terribly, before he lets it stray from his hands. Its cover is high-quality leather of a midnight blue color, and is decorated with silver inlays and silver gilded pages. The front of the book is branded with this symbol. He believes it to have something to do with a certain Othersider in the netherword, though he doesn't know for sure.
Ability:
It magnifies spells Ayrthell casts, therefore does more for him the more powerful he becomes. There are many secrets of the book he has yet to unlock, and without its original wielder, he is flailing when it comes to discovering its power.

Spell Classes:
Water
Necromancy

I made him a magic user, so I hope this allows him to have more powerful magic than others, and be able to be decent in two classes.

[Asuras]

Looks good. Accepted!

Although, actually. You technically have to be a Knight to use an Armament.

[GrayPerdition]

Thanks~!

[Asuras]

I'll be continually updating this with the characters I'll be playing as. Most will be NPC-like.

Name: Serrus, the Grey
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Great Wolf
Personality: Serrus has been known to be fairly intolerant to loud noises and irrational behavior. As a Great Wolf, he still retains some of his more feral instincts and customs, becoming anti-social or vicious with others without justification. Otherwise he is wise, quiet, and respectful of others privacy and needs. As a High Knight, he conducts himself with a silent pride, and is quite grateful to the College for allowing him to stay on their grounds.
Short Bio: Born in the Northern tundras, Serrus was immediately noticed for his innate ability to learn language as opposed to his wordless brethren. Taken in by a local family, he was taught how to speak with humans, and soon became adapted to life among them. During the War, Serrus was brought as a war beast to combat the Otherworlders, and was additionally trained to use small swords in his mouth. Over time he developed his own fighting style and became the first Knighted Great Wolf of Oristania. Currently he resides within the College as one of the many on-call Knights fighting against anomalies.
Root: N/A
Rank: High Knight
Class: Heavy Striker
An extremely taxing class that utilizes heavy weaponry in combination with conditioned muscles allowing for fast strikes. The weight and speed in which the weapons take on forces the user to time and plan attacks precisely, lest their energy be expended on misses. Contact nearly guarantees a injurious or fatal blow, as the mass in combination with speed brings about massive kinetic force. Heavy Strikers are forced to recover for longer periods of time after each attack due to the rapid rate of endurance expenditure.
Weapon/Armament:
Name: Rainbow
Type: Weapon
Affinity: Light
Description: A massive greatsword created solely for Serrus' kind (though it could potentially be used by a Giant) and fitted for comfortable use in their jaws. The inner broad-side of the blade is colored a bright pink hue that irradiates some magic energy. The edge is colored a light blue and is mottled with splotches of a darker blue stone. The weapon glows under darkness and seems to emit a lasting after-image of itself when moved at high speeds.
Ability: "Reversal"
Rainbow has the innate ability to actively disguise itself in various ways, from changing color to apparent speed, though its most potent skill is the capability for it to mask its position within the user's grasp. To an enemy, Rainbow may appear to be in the right hand when it is in fact in the left, and it can actively switch its mirage image. Technically, it reverses the image of the user itself, as incoming strikes appear reversed, and not just the swords position.
Spell Class: As a Great Wolf, Serrus cannot utilize Spell Classes of any kind.

Name: Hilfesteminah "Hilfe" Nalmosonrakden
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: Though she generally appears lazy, incapable, and untrustworthy, when Hilfe actually sits down to do something, it gets done; though one could argue that such a thing only happens because she can succeed in completing things quickly, and that her patience is truly negligible. Nevertheless, she is known for her incredible Armament creations, though is relatively new to the scene and has little history within it and thus seems slightly distant from others. Hilfe tends not to display much variance in her emotions, generally ranging from poker face to poker face on a daily basis.
Short Bio: Born under a doubly mercantile and smithing family attached to the Far Branch of the Ludiien Root, Hilfe grew up as a rather lavishly treated girl with little trouble on her mind. Even during the War she was influenced little due to the distance her land had between the portal and themselves. As she aged, however, she eventually decided it was in her best interest (and also a noble deed) to make Armaments for the College of Ollerus. She doesn't talk about how much money she was offered to do so. Currently she also serves as a teacher for the North Wing Students.
Root: Ludiien - Far Branch
Rank: Grand Knight
Class:
Weapon/Armament:
Name: Duster
Type: Armor
Affinity: Sand
Description: A yellow kimono designed and created by Hilfe herself, displaying repeating circular symbols across the material. Outwardly it appears like any simple piece of clothing, but in fact is painted with a black ink formed by the crushing of several Otherworld obsidian stones into powder. The magic attributes grant it its preposterous ability.
Ability: Eastern Wave
Upon usage, Duster emits a blast of wind and sand that envelops a large surrounding area. The ensuing sandstorm can severely blind enemies within it as well as deafen their ability to pick out specific sounds. Each sand particle is capable of temporarily 'hosting' Hilfe, allowing her to teleport to any singular sand particle within the tornado-like sandstorm.
Spell Class: Earth

[Thoughtless]

Name: Logan Oseld

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Personality: Quiet and calm, but does not take injustices lightly. His calm demeanor extends in battle, but he is far more prone to anger when fighting if one of his comrades is injured heavily. Logan takes after his father in that he is very intelligent. Hopefully he isn't quite as prone to extended fits of insanity.

Short Bio: Logan was born the son of a very gifted inventor and armament smith. His father was a quiet man who would often spend days at a time locked away in his workshop tinkering and enchanting. Few knew it, but Logan's father was a true genius when it came to utilizing armaments in new, ever more complex ways, though little of his true work saw the light of day as his commisions usually involved more mundane things.

Logan's upbringing was quite normal for a long time. He was an only child, and because of how busy his father was he was always closer to his mother. However, he knew his father loved his wife more than anything in the world. Logan did see his dad plenty, though, as he would often spend hours watching him work, always careful not to get in the way. His father even taught him a few things when he was not so engrossed in his work to remember Logan was there.

Everything changed when Logan's mother died. Killed by muggers in the street on a trip into town, a thing she often did alone despite the dangers. Logan's father changed after that. He spent even more time in his workshop, but unlike before, Logan was absolutely not allowed inside. In fact, no one was. He stopped taking customers altogether, and the family's savings slowly dried up.

One night, under circumstances he does not speak of, Logan was attacked and knocked unconscious by his own father. He does not detail what he did or what was done to him that night, but it left him forever physically changed. His father, the brilliant inventor, had surgically implanted his finest work directly into Logan's spinal cord.


Root: Dresden

Rank: Knight, although he currently does not use an armament at this time.

Class: Accupuncturist.

In his quest to find a way to remove the seemingly useless armament his mad father implanted into him, Logan has learned much about anatomy and especially about the nervous system (for the device is connected to his spinal cord). He has combined this knowledge with martial skill in order to create a style of fighting unique to himself. In combat, Logan calmy analyzes an opponent's movements, and strikes only when it will be most effective. He attacks pressure points and vital areas of the body using fingertips, thin blades, or thin blunt objects, in order to drop opponents with minimal effort.

Although anomaly anatomy often differs greatly from humans, Logan is able to guage the existence and location of vitals and pressure points by studying the way creatures move and react in battle. The downsides to this are that it is not 100% accurate, and it also takes a lot of time to determine these things, even if Logan is getting much better at it. Therefore much of his time is spent dodging blows. Against mere men, however, Logan may be skilled enough to take on higher class Knights than himself. Assuming he could get close enough before they blast him away with powerful magics.

Weapon/Armament:

Name: X3255a7 Magical Neural Stimulator
Type: Augment
Affinity: Thunder
Description: The X32 (shortened for convenience) is a device invented and surgically implanted against Logan's will by his father. It appears as a slightly raised metallic disc that periodically pulses with blue light. It is located at the base of Logan's neck.
Ability: Logan doesn't know what it does. If it does anything. His father was so far gone at the time of its implantation its a wonder Logan didn't die during the operation. He only knows its name from his father's mad ramblings shortly after he came to on the operating table.

Spell Class: Thunder

[Asuras]

Accepted! Though i'd like to know exactly what MNS does.