Oradea [A Torn Land]

[Solace]

I'm just posting right now to say that I'm working on my character sheet as of now, but I haven't been able to make much time because of school and my internet being unreliable.

[Xena]

Name: Ariana Asher

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Hair Colour/Style: Ariana has long dark hair that she usually wears down and free of any hair accessories.

Eye Colour: Ariana has dark brown eyes to match her dark hair. In some light, her eyes appear black.

Skin Tone: Although Ariana spends most of her time outside, her skin is pale.

Class: Ranger

Weapons: Although adept at close quarters combat, Ariana prefers to take down her opponents with a well-placed arrow from a distance. She carries an ornately carved elven bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, as well as a curved dagger at her hip.

Armour: Ariana wears leather armour, black in color that she crafted herself.

Biography: At the age of four, Ariana watched her mother die in childbirth. The newborn babe also died shortly after. So as an only child to a blacksmith father who desperately wanted a son, Ariana learned the ways of the sword, both how to craft one and how to properly swing one.
At the age of sixteen, Ariana, wanting to live the life of a warrior, set out in search of adventure. What she found instead was a world filled with lies and deception. Returning home after only two years out in the world, Ariana discovered that her father had passed away. In her grief, Ariana shunned all human contact and fled to the forests where she planned to live out her life in solitude.
Teaching herself how to hunt and live off the lands proved difficult and Ariana would have died on one particularly cold winter night had a lone Elven ranger not discovered her lying in the snow.
Ariana spent the next three years with the ranger, learning everything she could from him. Unfortunately, he was killed in a hunting accident, once again leaving Ariana alone in the world.
Five years later, Ariana is still distrustful of people, but has decided to come out of the forests to aid the races in the coming war against the King of Ravenknell.

[MacabreFox]

Accepted

[Solace]

Name:

• Varfang Taku Quicksilver - birth name.
• Cero Vitellius Otho - pseudonym.

Race:
Mixed blood - Human and Orcish.

Age:
Twenty-eight years old.

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Cero allows his long black hair to flow freely and isn't bothered by any impairment to his vision as well as not having a set preference for a style of hair, his bright amber eyes deriving from his Orcish heritage easily standing out to those who see them. The pigment of his skin is a very light fusion of yellow and olive, which is difficult to differentiate from the "norm". Under his general clothing and across his chest, a tattoo brands and indicates his initial membership in an Orcish clan. He is naturally large in physique, standing at 6'1 and sporting well-defined features after a childhood and many years of intense training. Cero's young and handsome appearance tends to get him involved in unexpected trouble.

Class:
I'd classify Cero as a hybrid between a Paladin and Warrior, but consider him more as a "berserker" type persona.

Weapons:
Cero has at least minimal experience with all types of weapons, favoring heavier ones to deal more damage while sacrificing some defense but retaining much of his speed because of his physique. He has a set preference for two-handed blades.

Armour:
The appearance picture encompasses this.

Biography:
Cero Vitellius Otho, whose birth name was Varfang Taku Quicksilver, was what his father called a "dire mistake". His mother, a poor Human farmer by the name of Salvia, was kidnapped by an Orcish clan known as "Quicksilver" during one of their raids along the Ravenknell border. She was held captive in their camp, claimed by the clan's chieftain - Titus Masuda Quicksilver, who brutally raped and assaulted her frequently. It wasn't until the orc came to notice that he had impregnated the Human woman, deciding not to execute her and instead showing sanity by supporting her. On the other side of the spectrum, Salvia was completely frightened; she didn't want her child to be born into the type of environment they were around, especially the Orcish people. When the news had came, she made many futile attempts to escape until she eventually accepted her fate.

After a long year, Salvia gave birth to Cero and died in the process. Fortunately, he survived as a relatively healthy child. Titus was astonished to see that his newborn son "looked more Human" than he did as as an Orc, outraged yet sensing the potential in him. He was named in honor of the clan's founder from long ago, Varfang Quicksilver, and intently began to prepare him for his predetermined future as chieftain of the Quicksilvers. From the moment he could walk Cero was taught how to fight and survive under harsh conditions, almost freezing to death numerous times in the deadly blizzard of Norgaroth. By eleven years old after years of a strict training regime, he was already well-versed in utilizing the deadly, aggressive fighting techniques of the orc people and in most weapons known in existence.

At seventeen, Cero's hot-headed and arrogant personality caused him to be challenged by many members of the Quicksilvers, all of whom he killed in duels when summer came to Norgaroth. This generated a large amount of controversy among the clan, effectively resulting in his father having to exile his son from the clan because the blood of their brothers were in his hands. Cero, who found it silly at the time, left Norgaroth with no hesitation and headed nowhere in specific. His travels led him to Ravenknell, where he would take on its grandest arenas. He took on the alias "Cero Vitellius Otho" because he did not want anybody to know of his Orcish history, and because it sounded like an authentic name for a Human to him. Cero spent the rest of his life as a regular contender and duelist, though less ostentatious of his own abilities. Maintaining an undefeated record, he began to garner much attention from the military who constantly approached and requested his compliance. He kindly declined, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. One day, they attempted to take him against his own will and force him to serve the kingdom, but he managed to escape from their pursuits and eventually ended up in mercenary work all around Oradea.
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Sorry this took so long to make! I lost the initial CS about two times, and I had no good ideas for the biography truthfully. This was pretty much rushed. :/

[MacabreFox]

IC Link: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...89#post7789889

Accepted, just be sure to have a reason for Cero to be in Al-Jebra, the city in Anara where we will be starting out at.

[GrayPerdition]

I added a pair of gloves to my CS. I've decided on keeping his history a secret, not for any particular reason, I'm just too laz to do it now. I'll PM it to you, Fox, when I'm done.

[MacabreFox]

Sounds good, and thank you for informing me.

[skeletalremnant]

Name: Traewin
Race: Human with 1/19 elf in his bloodline.
Age: 21
Gender:male
Hair Colour/Style:Brown and unkempt
Eye Colour: Dollar Bill green
Skin Tone: lightly tanned
Class:warrior
Weapons: Plain long sword, a thick steel sword.
Armour: like this.

Spoiler

Biography: A guard of a small villlage, Markus's life has been from squabbling with small bands of savage warriors too fighting off the minor menace of wolf packs. Now he find's himself in a Desert city looking for a job because the town's leader had foolishly believed his guards needed more experience with the world. He regretted the moment he raised his hand in question only to be instantly packed with gear and taken out of the city. No one else had come with him and the man who had dropped him off at the crossroads galloped off the moment he dropped down. it was almost as if it had been planned. This was not by all means because he was lazy, their just happened to be this certain rumor his great, great, great, great, great grandfather had married an elf. He never fully understood the towns distrust of elves.

[MacabreFox]

Accepted! Be sure to post when possible!

[Seltak]

I'll get more in-depth tomorrow, but it's time for me to pass out. But this should be enough to get me approved. If not, then you'll hav eto wait for tomorrow.

Name: Urim Shurkul
Race: Orc
Status: Warchief
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Hair Colour/Style: None, bald.
Eye Colour: Gold
Skin Tone: Dark faded green
Height: 6'7
Weight: 250lbs
Class: Warrior
Weapons: Broadsword
Armour: Leather skins
Abilities: Due to his mother being a shaman, and his meditations growing up, Urim will sometimes gain insight to visions strong enough to pierce into his untrained mind. As he has gotten older, the visions have become clearer, but do not always have a clear meaning or sequence.
Biography:

As a son to a warrior father and a shaman mother, Urim was blessed with both strength and insight. Pushed through the harsh training of any orc child, but subjected through many silent nights of mediation to advance the mind. Hunting game became less of a sport when he was strong enough to compete in the yearly tribal events between orc, and soon was among the top five contenders in his division. As such, he was given the right to challenge adults. Though the other four were swatted away quickly, Urim's quick thinking allowed him to hold his own for minutes at a time, going head to head with full grown orcs before finally being knocked out. Coming to, he was welcomed back into the world of the conscious with a huge feast.

As the years passed, Urim grew in the ranks of the military, his tactful thinking and skill with a weapon making him a valuable asset against warring tribes. He soon began to make his company of orcs train as he did growing up, full days combat, with long nights of meditation. Anyone who couldn't keep up with his training regiment was quickly dismissed. This decision would make Urim have the least amount of warriors in his company. He would also, however, have the most deadly. Soon, his men would be known everywhere by the lion's painted on their chests.

Now, at the age of 48, he has become the Warchief of his tribe, and a highly respected member of the Orcish people. His strength is unmatched in his tribe, and a few others, and his mind is as clear as crystal. As the Evil King begins to break the rules of society, Urim begins to be haunted by visions of a dark time for his race. Calling together some of his best lieutenants, he ventured forth towards the city of Al-Jebra, directed only by his visions.