Elemental Amulets- Hunt for the Duo (OOC)

[Shingaku]

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The Elemental Amulets
Shingaku’s RP
By: Shingaku


Plot: Long Ago, a Group of Mages Gathered, With the Intent to Make Items, With Control of the Nine Elements; Fire; Earth; Water; Wind; Lightning; Poison; Blood; Light; and Dark. After Many Attempts, the Mages Were Finally Able To Make These Items, In the Form of Amulets. Unfortunately, And Explosion That Occurred Soon after the Amulets Were Made Caused the Amulets To- not only scatter the Amulets across The Land of Lostoria- But also destroyed the Mages, Along with The Knowledge to Create Such Items. Many Years Passed, with people believing that The Amulets Were Just That: Amulets. Slowly, People Started to learn about The Amulets Powers, But only a few Knew As to Where the Amulets Came From, and even then, they were at best, Rumors. One Day, At a Village, A group of 10 Travelers Came, Each in a Different Colored Robe. The Tenth was Just in a Plain white Robe. With Them, The 9 travelers Said- “I have spoken to the Soul of The Amulet; and it has in return, great power of my Element.” The 9 Travelers seemed to be led by the 10th Traveler. The Travelers Said They only wished to help any and all who requested it. With Their Amulets, The 9 Travelers Performed Miracles, Which The Villagers Thought Impossible… All Except their leader. He Merely Helped as any Normal Person Would. One Day, A villager asked one of the Travelers “Why Do You Follow Him, If He Does Not Even Possess an Amulet?” The Traveler Merely Responded, “He Has More Power, Than The 9 of Us, Put Together.” A couple days later, The “Amulet Masters”- As They Called Themselves- Vanished without a Trace, Leaving All That They Had Done. However, At the Same Time, A Traveling Duo Would Travel, Find a Village, And the Next Day, It Would Be As Though the Place was ransacked by an Army, Leaving No Survivors. Just As This Duo Appeared, The 10 Travelers Disappeared. Now, By order of King Venlor, A Group of Amulet Users Is Being Gathered, With Two Objectives: 1: Find the Amulet Master’s, Or 2: Destroy the Traveling Duo. You Have Just Received The Letter Asking For Your Assistance… Will You Accept?


Character Sheet, Races, Classes, and Elements
Shingaku’s Character Creator
By: Shingaku



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Character Sheet: Delete any subjects non Applicable

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Name:
Sex: (Male/Female)
Race:
Class:
AmuletPiece of Jewelry)
Age:
Weapon(s):
Element: (If Any. You Can Have only At Most Three.)
Loves:
Likes: (Things Your Chara Likes)
Dislikes: (Things Your Chara Dislikes)
Hates: (Things Your Chara Hates)
Fears: (Things Your Chara Fears)
Personality:
Description:
History: (A Brief Summary of Your Chara’s History.)
Animal Companion: (Druid, Shaman, and Possibly Beast Rider and Beast Tamer Class only)
Spirit: (Spirit Container and Shaman Class Only)
Pupil: (Sword Master, Martial Master, and Undead Lord Class Only)
Master: (Sword Apprentice, Martial Apprentice, Necromancer Apprentice Class only)
Mastered Element: (Element Master Class Only)
Fighting Style: (Martial Master and Martial Apprentice Class Only)
Sword Style: (Sword Apprentice and Sword Master Class Only)

Race: Race Main Element: Descrip.

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Aquarian: Water: The People of the Sea; Their Body’s are- What Looks Like- Living Water. A Very Peaceful Race, the Aquarians Do What They can to Help Anyone, And Anything. Being From the Sea, They Are Very Capable Swimmers, But, However, Are Incapable Of Breathing Underwater.

Dragoon: Lightning: The Race of Lizard Folk, They Originate From the Mountains. A Mostly Peaceful Race, But A Very Strong, And Prideful Race As Well. Mainly Staying to Their Homelands, the Dragoons Rarely Venture far From Their Homelands and Mostly stick With Their Own Kind.

Drow: Poison: The Race Of Fallen Elves, The Drow Are Banished Elves That Let Anger Consume Their Very Souls. Most Drow Live Their Lives Despising The Elves; And Try to Think of Ways to Get Vengeance upon the Elves For Their Suffering. They Mainly Stick With Own Kind, and Avoid Other Elves If Possible.

Elves: Blood: The Protectors Of Nature; The Elves Are Unable To Die Of Old Age, But Will Still Feel The Effects Of Time. The Elves Are Very Kind- Except When It Comes To Drows And Undead- To All Creatures Of Mother Nature. The Elven Race Is On Very Good Terms With All The Other Races As Well.

Half-Elves: Wind: The Half-Elf Race is Very Nomadic, Depending On Their Personality. They Try to Form Good Ties With Most Races, Except The Undead, The Drow, And Especially The Half-Orc Race. The Half-Orc Race- In The Eyes Of The Half-Elves- Are Fouler Than The Undead, And Cruder Than The Drows.

Half-Orc: Earth: Another Nomadic Race, The Half-Orcs Go Where Either The Best Conditions Are, Or Where The Most Meat is. The Half-Orc Race Isn’t the Sharpest Tool in the Shed, But Their Physical Strength Is Only Rivaled By the Strength of the Dragoons. Being Not Too Bright, the Half-Orc Race Very Easy To Please, yet at the Same Time, Very Easy to Anger.

Holy Monks: Light: The Holy Worshipers of God; They Have Given up Their Sight and Smell, In Return For Their Gods Blessing of the 6th Sense. With It, And the Blessing of Their God, They are Capable of Seeing the Aura of Everything. The Holy Monks Do Not Use Weapons, For They Do not wish to Kill Anything, Except the Undead, Or If a Creature Has Murdered Many, Including Other Holy Monks, In Which Case, They Will Use All of Their Might.

Humans: Fire: One of The Most Rounded-Out Races; The Humans Are The Most Productive of all the Races. Because of Their Rounded-Out Nature, Humans Can Become Any Class. Some Humans However, Bring A Bad Name Upon Their Race due to Their Selfish Ways. Being So Rounded-Out, -Except For Undead- Most Races Respect Humans, And Let Them Have The King Be Of Their Race, As Long As He Was Fair To All Races On The Outside.

Undead: Dark: The Race Of Living Dead; The Undead Are a Race That Was Brought To Life By Dark Arts. This Race Most Of The Time Wish To Cause Others To Feel The Pain That They Did, Causing Most Races To Dislike The Undead. However, A Few Undead Have Made New Lives for Themselves, but aren‘t Very Trusted.

Element: Element Main Race: Descrip.

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Blood: Elves: The Life of All Living Creatures; The Blood Element Controls Any Blood That Is in the Open, and can be Seen by the User. The Blood Element Has Given Rise to the Legends of Vampires, Due To People using This Element to Strengthen Themselves.

Dark: Undead: The Element of Night, And All Things Of a Dark Nature; The Dark Element Can Be Used to Create Walls and Weapons of Pure Dark Energy. Upon Further Training of This Element, a User Is Capable of Melding into a Shadow, and Coming out of any other Shadow That They Can See.

Earth: Half-Orcs: The Element of Rock and Nature; The Earth Element allows you to Mold Earth as a User See's Fit. Upon Learning More Of The Element, A User May Become Strong Enough To Open Fissures, Or Create Earthquakes.

Fire: Humans: The Element Of The Sun, and Heat; The Fire Element Is One of the Most uncontrollable and most devastating Elements, in the Hands of an unskilled User. With This Element, A User Is Capable Of Making Walls, Lighting Weapons On Fire, And Even Able To Throw Fire At The Enemy. Upon Learning More Advanced Techniques, A User of The Fire Element will be Able to Create Inferno's.

Light: Holy Monks: The Element of Good and Light; This Element Is Especially good at fighting creatures Of Dark Nature and Power. With This Element, A User May Create Flash Bombs, Create Walls of Holy Energy, Bless Weapons or Water, and Even Heal Injuries. Upon Further Training, A User May Banish Zombies, And Other Creatures Of Dark Power From The World.

Lightning: Dragoons: The Element of Storms; the Lightning Element Is One of the Most Accurate, and Fastest of the Elements. This Element is Good against the Water Element, But Is Weak- If Not Useless- Against the Earth Element. With This Element, A User May Stun an Opponent, and Hurl Lightning-bolts At Enemies. A User May Also Stimulate Muscles For Brief Bursts Of Strength Or Speed, Upon Further Teaching Of This Element, But Will Still Feels A Bit Of Pain.

Poison: Drows: The Element of Sickness; the Poison Element Is About Making Enemy's Sick, Nearly to the Point Of Death. Users of the Poison Element are Capable of Creating poison's and- If Skilled enough- New Poison's. Poison User's Are all about getting their poison into their enemy's blood. With Training, A User of this Element Will Be Capable of Controlling Where The Poison Will Go, Once An Enemy Is Infected.

Water: Aquarians: The Element of the Sea and Rivers; The Water Element is Used for Overflowing enemy's with great Masses of Water. A User of the Water Element, Can Manipulate Water, Freeze it, and Control it at will, as Long as there is Water Nearby. When a User Has Learned More Advanced Techniques, a User May Create Tsunami's if there's Enough Water Nearby.

Wind: Half-Elves: The Element of the Sky; The Wind Element is an element that can be used either for distraction, or full on attacks. The Wind Element can be as hard as a Mace, or as Sharp as an Arrow. A Wind User, If Skilled in it, May be able to guide an arrow, or could create walls of Wind. When a User Has Trained Hard With This Element That User Could Possibly Make a Tornado, or Twister.

Classes:

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Class Rank: (Permission Required or Not).

Class: (Description): (Possible Weapons): (Possible Races).

Basic: (No Permission Required).

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Archer: The Class of Arrows; the Archer Class has very little up close Combat Skills, But Is Very Skilled with a Bow at Distances: Bow; Short Sword; Dagger: All Races except Aquarian and Holy Monk.

Barbarian: The Class of Muscle and Anger; The Barbarian Class is Built for Brute Strength. Vulnerable to Magic, but Capable of Short Bursts of Anger Fueled Power, The Barbarian Class, Can become a Very Good Addition to a Team In Combat: Axe; Mace; Hammer; Club; Sword; Dagger: All Races Except Aquarian and Holy Monk.

Druid: The Protector of the Forest; The Druid Class Most of the Time has an Animal Companion at Their Side. The Druid Class is Also Very Versatile due to Being able to Fight on the Front Lines With Naturally Made Weapons, or from a Distance With Spells and Naturally Made Bow and Arrow: Anything That can Be Made Naturally, Bow: All Races Except Undead.

Monk Fighter: The Beginning Class of Fist Fighters; The Monk Fighter Class Fights For What They Believe in with their Bare Hands, Feeling that Weapons Were Meant to do A Cowards Job: Fist; Feet: All Races.

Necromancer Apprentice: The Beginning Class of Undead Sorcery; The Necromancer Apprentice Class isn't capable of summoning big Skeletons, or very many, but has a Master nearby If Necessary: Scythe; Staff; Short Sword; Dagger: All Races except Elf, and Holy Monk.

Priest: The Class of Healers; The Priest class Is Good at Healing, and Fighting Undead. Unfortunately, They Have Few Skills other then that. They Have Very Little Fighting Skills, and most of the time, don't wish to Cause others Harm: Staff; Short Sword; Dagger: All Races except Half-Orc and Undead.

Ranger: The Class of both Sword and Bow; The Ranger Class is another protector of Nature. The Ranger Class has no animal Companion, and fewer spells, but Makes up for it with more Combat Skills: Long Sword; Sword; Short Sword; Bow; Dagger: All Races Except Aquarian, Half-Orc, Holy Monk, and Undead.

Samurai: The Beginning Class of Swordsmen; The Samurai Class Uses Katana's With Great Skill and Speed, But Will Not Stab people in the Back-Literally or Metaphorically- Due to Their Teachings of Honor, Unless The Person Has No Honor Himself, For They Feel, That People With No Honor, Should not Die Honorably: Katana; Short Sword: All Races Except Aquarian, Half-Orc, and Holy Monk.

Thief: The Class of Pickpockets; The Thief Class- Most of the time- Don't Pay for What They "Acquire" From Shops. Very Good at Stealth and Distraction, The Thief Class is Good at "Get in- Do the Job- Get out" Missions: Short Sword; Dagger: All Races except Aquarian and Holy Monk.

Warrior: The Basic Class of Foot Soldier; The Warrior Class can use a Variety of Weapons, and is Very Durable. Unfortunately, They Have no Special Quality’s, and are not very Resistant to Magic: Sword; Spear; Etc.: All Races Except Aquarian and Holy Monk.

Wizard: The Beginning Class of Spell Caster; The Wizard Class has no up-close Combat Skills, but is meant to cast spells from the back: Staff; Short Sword; Dagger: All Races except Half-Orc.

Advanced: (Permission Required)

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Beast Tamer: The Animal Lover Class; The Beast Tamer, if able to Calm the creature down, is capable of fighting alongside that Creature, for devastating combo attacks: All weapons except Large And Heavy Weapons, Bows: All Races Except Undead.

General: The Class of Heavy Knights; the General Class wears huge heavy armor, and wields a variety of weapons. Unfortunately, the Armor makes the General very slow, and doesn't provide any Magic Protection: All Weapons except Bows: All Races except Aquarian, Elf and Holy Monk.

Great Mage: The 2nd class of Spell casters; The Great mage Class Has more Spells, More powerful Spells, and a Greater Range for those Spells: Staffs, Swords, Short swords, Daggers: All Races except Half-Orc.

Martial Apprentice: The Next Stage up from the Monk Fighter Class; The Martial Apprentice Class has More Mastery over a Specific Fighting Style Than When they were a Monk Fighter, Taught By The Martial Masters. The Martial apprentice is also slightly able to focus some of their Element into their attacks: Fist, Feet: All Races.

Necromancer Adept: The 2nd Stage of Undead Sorcery; The Necromancer Adept Class Is Capable of More Skeletons, and more, and more powerful Spells Than the Necromancer Apprentice Class, Unfortunately though, this Class doesn't Have an Undead Master nearby, Like the Necromancer Apprentice Class does: Scythe; Sword; Short Sword; Dagger: All Races except Aquarians, Half Elves, and Holy Monks.

Ninja: The Class of Assassins; the Ninja Class is Far more stealthy, and Deadly Than The Thief Class, but Most Ninja will only Steal from Evil People, and will only Kill People Who Deserve Death: Katana; Sword; Short Sword; Kunai; Shuriken; Dagger: All Races Except Aquarian, Half-Orc, and Holy Monk.

Paladin: The Holy Warrior Class; The Paladin Class is Capable of fighting Up Close with Blessed Weapons, or From afar with holy Spells. Able to Sense Evil presences or intentions, The Paladin Class are sworn to Help all those possible: Great sword; Long sword; Sword; Short sword; dagger: All Races except Half-Orc and Undead.

Shaman: The Link between this world, and the Spirit World; The Shaman Class Is Capable of Seeing Ghosts, and Talking with Them. The Shaman Class is Able to Cast Spells, along with temporarily Combining with Spirits, to Gain That Spirits Skills or abilities: Staff, Sword, Short Sword, Dagger: All Races Except Holy Monk

Shape Shifter: The Class of Many Faces; The Shape Shifter Class is capable of looking like anything, at any time. Depending on the amount Changed, The Shape Shifter May Be Able to Change a little almost instantly, or A Whole lot, Over A Period of time: Any Weapon, Depending on Form: All Races.

Spirit Container: The Class of Sealed Demons; the Spirit Container Class almost always has a Split personality, due to the spirit sealed within them. Depending on the Spirit, the Spirit Container may have Characteristics of their spirit, Such as Scales, or Fangs. If the Spirit Container has been with the Spirit for a long time, The Spirit Container may be capable of Shape-shifting into That Spirits Form Temporarily: All Weapons, Depending on Characteristics, or Spirit: All Races.

Summoner: The Class of summons; The Summoner Class is Capable of -Depending on How Many Creatures have agreed to Be Summons- Can Summon a Multitude of Creatures. Once a Creature has agreed to be a summon, The Summoner is Able to understand that summons Language: All Weapons, Depending on Characteristics: All Races.

Sword Apprentice: The 2nd Class of Sword Men; The Sword Apprentice Class is Faster, And More agile Than the Samurai Class. Also Can work together with their Sword Master to Form Massive and Devastating Combo Attacks: Long Sword; Sword; Short sword; Dagger: All Races except Aquarians, Half-Orcs, and Holy Monks.

Master: (Permission Required)

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Beast Rider: The Class of Animal Riders; The Beast Rider Class- If Able to Calm the Creature down- Can Ride any Creature that is Capable of holding up the Beast Rider. Capable of working with the Creature, to Form attacks More devastating Than The Beast Tamer: All Weapons except Heavy Weapons, Bows: All Races Except Undead.

Death Knight: The Class of Dark Crusaders; the Death Knight Class Mainly Use the Dark Element. Death Knights- Depending on their Personality- Can Wear either Heavy or Light Armor, and Can Wield a multitude of Weapons. The Death Knights, Most of the time, Will Either Work Solo, or Lead a Small Band of Strong People: All Weapons, Depending on Characteristics: Dragoon, Drow, Half-Orc, Human, and Undead.

Death Paladin: The Class of Corrupted Paladins; The Death Paladin is the Exact opposite of the Paladin Class, Fighting for Evil Deeds. Capable of sensing Good Presences, The Death Paladin Class Absolutely Despise any acts of Kindness: (Same as Paladin): All Races except Aquarian, Elf, and Holy Monk.

Element Master: The Class of Skilled Element Users; The Element Master class Has Full Control of any Mastered Element. Depending on the Element, The Element Master Class can do Devastating Moves: Any Weapon, Depending on Characteristics: All Races.

Great General: The Heavy Soldier Class; the Great General Class Has More Authority than the General Class. Wears a little less armor, But Moves a bit faster, and Can Come up with Great Strategies: (Same as General Class): (Same as General Class).

Martial Master: The Final Class of Fist Fighters; The Martial Master Class Have Fully Mastered their Unique Martial Art, and Are Very agile and Strong: Fists, Feet: All Races.

Master Mage: The Greatest of Spell-casters; The Master Mage Class Has a Massive array of Spells, And a few Destructive Spells. Depending on the Master Mages Element(s), They Can Cause Eruptions, Or Can Create Illusions that will Scar People Mentally for Life: Staff, Sword, Short Sword, Dagger: All Races except Half-Orcs.

Sniper: The Sharpshooter Class; The Sniper Class trades in The Up close Defense Skills of an Archer, For Greater Range and Accuracy. The Sniper Class can Shoot from One side of a city to the Other, and Split an ant in Half, as long as The Sniper Knows where it is: Bows, Great Bows (Huge Bows): Same as Archer Class.

Spartan: The Class of Shield and Spear Wielders; The Spartan Class Have Extreme Skill in up Close Combat, Having been trained since Birth. In Great enough Numbers, Spartans Can Form a "Phalanx Formation", which is what makes the Spartan Class So Famous: Spear, Shield, Sword, Short Sword, Dagger: All Races Except Aquarian, and Holy Monk.

Paladin: The Holy Warrior Class; The Paladin Class is Capable of fighting Up Close with Blessed Weapons, or From afar with holy Spells. Able to Sense Evil presences or intentions, The Paladin Class are sworn to Help all those possible: Great sword; Long sword; Sword; Short sword; dagger: All Races except Half-Orc and Undead.

Shaman: The Link between this world, and the Spirit World; The Shaman Class Is Capable of Seeing Ghosts, and Talking with Them. The Shaman Class is Able to Cast Spells, along with temporarily Combining with Spirits, to Gain That Spirits Skills or abilities: Staff, Sword, Short Sword, Dagger: All Races Except Holy Monk

Shape Shifter: The Class of Many Faces; The Shape Shifter Class is capable of looking like anything, at any time. Depending on the amount Changed, The Shape shifter May Be Able to Change a little almost instantly, or A Whole lot, Over A Period of time: Any Weapon, Depending on Form: All Races.

Spirit Container: The Class of Sealed Demons; the Spirit Container Class almost always has a Split personality, due to the spirit sealed within them. Depending on the Spirit, the Spirit Container may have Characteristics of their spirit, Such as Scales, or Fangs. If the Spirit Container has been with the Spirit for a long time, The Spirit Container may be capable of Shape-shifting into That Spirits Form Temporarily: All Weapons, Depending on Characteristics, or Spirit: All Races.

Summoner: The Class of summons; The Summoner Class is Capable of -Depending on How Many Creatures have agreed to Be Summons- Can Summon a Multitude of Creatures. Once a Creature has agreed to be a summon, The Summoner is Able to understand that summons Language: All Weapons, Depending on Characteristics: All Races.

Sword Apprentice: The 2nd Class of Sword Men; The Sword Apprentice Class is Faster, And More agile Than the Samurai Class. Also Can work together with their Sword Master to Form Massive and Devastating Combo Attacks: Long Sword; Sword; Short sword; Dagger: All Races except Aquarians, Half-Orcs, and Holy Monks.

P.S.: If You Wish to Submit a Personal Class, or Race, or a Class you wish Others May Use as Well, Then PM Me, With Your Class Descrip., Or Race Descrip. (I Hold The Right To Deny Any Classes That Are Too God Like.)

For the first Nine Characters, I request that people do not make a character with a Race or Element already Chosen. If your character has two Elements, please designate a the primary, and secondary, and tertiary if applicable. I will Have how Manipulation of Elements is controlled later, but for now, think something akin to Avatar; The Last Air Bender.

And, with at least one of every race and Element, Character creation is Now completely open. Make whatever Character you want*.

*(Class permission requirements still the same)

~~~~~Accepted characters!!~~~~~

Name: Millinder
Sex: Male
Race: Drow
Class: Ninja
Amulet:2 Earrings in right ear.
Age: 126 (equivalent to 28)(used a system where an elf year was the equivalent of 4.5 human)
Weapon(s): Katana; Kunai; Dagger,
Element: Dark(Primary), Poison(secondary)
Loves: Wolves, dancing, and clear nights.
Likes: Well sharpened weapons, travailing, forest, and a good ale/wine
Dislikes: cats and cheap ale/wine
Hates: overly optimistic people, snow/cold
Fears: very cheap ale/wine, freezing to death.
Personality:
Millinder is a very complex and many sided person. Years of training have made him very calm in even the most chaotic of situations. Because of this he also has a tendency to try to plan for every possible situation, Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. He is also very Passive aggressive(sarcastic) and normally very laid back goofy at times even, and if he ever starts to trust you, he could be your greatest ally and is a loyal friend. But he does have a darker side, on the rare occasion that some one pushes him over the edge, there is almost nothing that can stop him from killing you and he can hold a grudge for a very long time. Raining terror down on his personal enemies. He will not rush in with a fit of rage, no instead he will sit back and systematically plan your demise, taking years sometimes. In the end you will be left with nothing and only then will his vengeance be satiated enough to kill you.
Description:
Bluish skin, white hair, red eyes, and about 5'9 with an athletic build.

History:
Millinder was offered to a ninja clan as payment for a job. So as soon as he was born they came and took him to their hidden encampment where he was trained to be one. Because of his separation from other Drow, he lacks their prejudiced against other races, as well as there cruel twisted nature. But he did have an affinity for poison, being his races element. As years went on he was one of the more accomplished of his clan and also out lived most due to his races slower aging process, only a few other Drow and elves as well living as long as him. He revived his first amulet of Dark when he was fifty as a reward, and his second, A Poison amulet, at a hundreded and twenty. Six years after this the clan received a letter, through on of there fronts, asking for amulet users. The clan had a few but Millinder was chosen for this honor, one which he humbly excepted, and thus his journey began.

Name:*Xao (pronounced sou)

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Class: Archer

Amulet:
A wrist band which holds the power of the blood.
A ring which contains the element of dark.
A circlet bound with the knowladge of wind.

Age:*340

Weapon(s):
Eleven longbow.
Blood Scourned Dagger.
Greater Elven short sword.

Element:
Primairy Blood.
Secondairy Dark.
Minor Wind.

Loves:
Night sky.
Darkness.

Likes:
Bows.
Sneaking.
Comradeship.

Dislikes:
Bards.
The rich.
Guards.

Hates:
Vermin.
The Undead.
Tavern Whenches.

Fears:
Drowning.
Execution.
Torture.

Personality:
Xao tends to keep herself to herself when it comes to people she doesn't know or trust. She is more likely to sit in the back and pay attention whilst withdrawing her opinions. To her friends Xao is a kind and caring person, strangers would never see this side of her though.

Description:
Tall and Slim, Wondrous Blue Eyes and long blonde hair and She is easily defined as a elf.


History:
Xao was born and raised in the Capitol of her homeland. It was a hard upbringing for Xao she was born an orphan to a creul mistress. When Xao was a child she longed to escape the hell hole she was forced to call home. At the age of 14 she tried her first attempt at escaping although she wasn't successful It would be the start of Xao's amazing stealth skills. When Xao was old enough to leave the orphanage she did so without hesitation, she just wanted to get out off the city she had been trapped in. I as beautiful as the city was it felt like a prison cell to Xao.

When Xao left the city she found a small holding where she took up labour as a farm hand. But this isn't what she wanted, she wanted to see the world and enjoy the the fresh unrestrained freedom that the world had to offer.

Xao spent 7 years on the farm, her pitiful wage was bearly enough to survive on. In her time in poverty here she learned many tricks of sneaking and stealing both food and coin when need. She did not want to take for greed she just wanted enough to survive on.

After many years of what felt like slavery she was pushed over the edge. The famer who employed her tried to do unspeakable things to Xao, she managed to shake him off and kill him. She knew after doing this she couldn't stay but she wouldn't survive in the wild as she was. Xao ransacked the farmers house and took a few supplies and a iron sword.

She imeadiatey feld the farm and spend the next 100 years of her life as a drifter.

And this is the next chapter in Xao's life.

there! Twins. Tell me if there need to be anything changed or whatever.

Name: Serea Dandarlis
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Amulet: An earring on her left ear.
Age: Appears to be around 24
Weapon(s): Dual short swords.
Element: Wind.
Loves: -
Likes: Fiery hot spicy food.
Dislikes: Food that has those sticky texture to it.
Hates: Anything that threathens her sister, bad food
Fears: Being alone, the deep dark.
Personality: Serea is very unelf-like in behaviour, and is more like a raging torrent of water, or a tornado. She is rough, direct and very loud. She does not like being subtle and will often rush straight into things. Brash, foolhardy, and brave, this girl had often been compared to some of the more boisterous animals by disapproving elders.
Description: She is about 5"7' tall, with long silver hair that obscures the left half of her face. Her most striking feature is her green eyes, or eye since usually only the right will be visible due to her hair being parted to the left. She usually wears a leather vest over a long sleeved shirt, with tight leather pants and a pair of boots. Satchels of various sizes and shaps hang on the two belts encircling her waist. Both shortsword is strapped to her left side.
History: Details about her mother and father was always sketchy, especially since they would clam up whenever her parents were mentioned. From what she could make out her mother had fled here somehow with her second husband, her first chasing after her. More than that they refused to say. She thinks her mother died while giving birth to her half sister, and her foster father went out of the village and never returned.
Most of her childhood is spent in the elf village. She had liked the forest very well, loving the sight and sound of it, the feel of the forest air, the smell of it. It came as no surprise to her people when she began to learn under another ranger alongside her half sister. Serea took to his teacher like a duck to water, though her sister struggled with some of the Master's teaching.
The years passed, and they were soon rangers by their own rights, inseperable, and always together. It was a few weeks after when they had discovered animals dead, killed not out of hunger, but out of bloodlust. They tracked the thing into an abandonned ruin. What they found there was no mere beast however, it was the undead, skeletons and corpses reanimated by foul magic. And among them, the culprit, an abomination of bones that stood nine feet tall. They fought bravely but were sadly outmatched and out numbered.
It was then that their former Master showed up, along with ten other rangers. With their combined efforts and the quick thinking of their Master, the abomination was vanquished, and the other undead with it.

They never did find out the reason why that thing was there. They speculate that a necromancer might be practicing there, and died, leaving his creation to run berserk. The sisters did find two earrings in a small box however. Seeing no reasons to deny them, and sensing nothing particularly evil about them, the master let the sisters keep the earrings. They could hardly know what power lies inside the earrings.



Name: Metea Dandarlis
Sex: (Female)
Race:Half-elf
Class:Ranger
Amulet:An earring on her right ear.
Age: Appears to be 22
Weapon(s): A longbow and arrows. A longsword.
Element: Water
Loves: -
Likes: Her sister, furry animals
Dislikes: anything suffering, green peppers
Hates: Anything that threathens her sister, uncivilized behaviour.
Fears: Height
Personality: Metea is the opposite of her sister. She quiet, like a cool breeze or the calm waters of a pristine lake. She prefers to weigh her options before acting, being able to reason and figure out how to approach a problem as tactfully as possible. This also means she is harder to read than her sister, as her emotion is most always kept under control. Logical, intelligent and sometimes deceitful, she is a well mannered example that some mothers wished their child was.
Description: She looks exactly the same as her sister with matching clothings. However, her hair is parted to the right, obscuring the right side of her face and revealing her left eye. On her back is strapped a quiver of elven make arrows, and a longbow, with the longsword strapped up her right hip.
History:she never really knew how she was born or who her parents was. The only family she really ever had was her older half sister, and that was all she needed. For as long as she can remember, she had walked in the shadow of her sister, Serea, though Metea hardly blames her for it. She stuck to her older sister wherever she goes, regardless of where it was, how she was feeling or how tired she was. Metea was also the one who kept her bolder sister from going into places she deemed dangerous. From early on, Metea found out she can manipulate her sister into doing something, something she always exploited when she can, whether to get her sister out of danger or to pick that apple for her.
When her sister went to a master to become a ranger, Metea felt that her control over her sister would weaken, and that her sister would not be able to have much time together, and so Metea went to be a ranger as well. As they became rangers, Metea was once again secure.

Her feelings for her sister grew stronger however, as they had fought the abomination in the ruins. Metea was battered and injured, but Serea still remained strong. Metea was surrounded, thus leaving Serea with a path with which to escape. Metea cursed her sister as she tried to reach her side, threathened her, shouted, and pleaded with Serea to escape. It was the only time she had not been able to control her sister. As they were cornered in that ruin, battered and bloody, she was happy and sad at the same time. For it was a short lived gesture of loyalty, soon to disappear as they both died under the weight of the undead.

It was then that the master arrived, and rescued then both, defeating the undead. Upon searching the ruins, Metea found a set of identical earrings in an ornate box, and with the permission from the master, gave her sister one of the earring and kept the other for herself.

Here we go! ^_^
Name: Thaýrnn
Sex: Male
Species: Aquarian
Class: Shapeshifter/Summoner
Amulet: Three rings, one one the index finger of each hand, and one on the ring finger of the right hand.
Age: 19
Weapon(s): Summoners staff, scrolls, a shortsword, and a katana.
Element(s): Lightning (primary) Water & Wind (secondary)
Loves: Sweets, Mead, Swinming, The ocean, Stormy weather
Likes: Summoning, Getting a creature to agree to being summoned, shapeshifting
Dislikes: Various foods, and people against summoners & shapeshifters
Hates: n/a
Fears: loss of powers, inability to protect loved ones, disruption of harmony between the spirit world and the real world.
Personality: Generally nice and kind-hearted, normally cheerful, but serious when it comes to his work, fiercely loyal, prone to extremist behavior if his profession or friends are made fun of or endangered.
Description:

Spoiler

History: Thaýrnn is a general "nobody" in the world of aquarians, he was born to an average family, lived an average life... until his fifteenth birthday. On his fifteenth birthday, he went out for a swim to an old ruin with his friends, to explore. After a few hours, they uncovered a secret back chamber, being young, and brave, he swam in with little concern for the dangers that may await. Once inside, he discovered the skeleton of some long-dead priest, holding a small chest. When he picked up the chest, a massive shift in the room caused a ton of rubble to block the entrance. Sealed inside, with no way to escape, thaýrnn struggled until, running out of air, he collapsed. That was when he first discovered his powers. A flash of light exploded in the room, and a man, with the apperance of an angel gloated in front of him, and rescusiated him. He then touched thaýrnns forehead, which prompted the awakening of more of his abilities, growing gills, he was able to breathe in the water, the first signs of his shapeshifting prowess. The man set to work, freeing the entrance of the rubble, then bowing to Thaýrnn, he disappeared. Tharýnn returned to the surface, to his village, where his parents and friends celebrated his return. He opened the chest, to find three strange rings, which his father told him to put on, and never take off. A few weeks later, a group of aquarians, all shapeshifters or summoners, apppeared, taking Thaýrnn with them, to train. He has been training with them to this day.
Powers: Shapeshift characteristics of various people or animals almost instantly if a minor change, or over a period of time if a major change. Various summons ranging from animal spirits to normal spirits, to monsters.

Name:Lantana Nightshade(given by the church)
Sex: Female
Race:Holy monk
Class:
Entertainer- A off class that mostly focuses on strengthening there allies, and moving attention around. There a good mix of spell caster and melee, but this varies depending if they choose sub branches especially depending how the class branches off from the others, but they tend to always specialize in agility willpower, charisma and endurance as intellect and strength do not affect there combat abilities as much as the usual fighter. A unique feature of a bard is they can have both familiars or pets, but lower class bards can only have one as they will get jealous and slaughter each other. Weapons- they cant use anything as a weapon although this changes later.
Amulet:It's in a holy symbol on her chest.
Age:11(not like shes a combat type so i think it's fine)
Weapon(s):
Element: Poison(main), light, and lightning(secondary)
Loves: poetry,
tricks,
and making food
Likes: Entertaining others
compliments
water,
and animals.
Dislikes:The opposite sex a little
Hates: People who think power is absolute. As there is only one absolute and its the fact that you are slowly dying.
Fears: loneliness
Personality:A bit weird, but always tries to be helpful, her main goals in life are to give joy to others and spread good virtues. Sadly shes a bit of a dunce all in all. though her hearts in the right place. The one rule she stands by is be happy and giving your going to die anyways. Her out look seems kind of depressing for her age to most people, but wisdom is not associated with age just experience
Description:
History: A recent addition to the holy monks she has shown more progress then some do in there entire lifetime the past three years. Being true in her virtues and devotion yet they noticed a problem with her care for the gods. Her only response was "They may not know who said it, but the message is clear is it not." Threw her good working of the year after she had been nominated to go to the king. Her will, magical abilities, and ability to spread light made her a perfect choice.
Animal Companion: A very young oxit. The animals have lifespans of 1000 years and age accordingly, but are known for both being powerful riding animals, and being incredible hard to get near as if scared they spit a oil much like a skunk, but spit it as someone. Luckily it washes off a little easier, but the smell is much worse so the experience is mortifying enough were most people avoid them. It's name is jinx and it is female as well.
It looks like the thing on her shoulder in the picture.
Pupil: Technically she is trying to teach jinx how to be more social and entertaining after getting spat on the first time they met.

Name: Fissure
Sex: Male
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Martial Master (Crushing Monkey Fist)
Amulet: Braided leather cord bracelet, with embedded Jade.
Age: 58 (Human equivalent 34)
Weapon(s): Fists; Feet
Element: Earth
Loves: Drinking, 'Purty ladies', Fighting
Likes: Shiny objects, Playing games
Dislikes: People not playing games, Insults, whether to him or someone else
Hates: People threatening his Friends, being called a weakling
Fears: Mythological creatures
Personality: Fissure is like, a great big kid. A great big kid, with the muscles and training to punch his fist through a solid wall. He is very easily appeased, just offer him a mug, or promise him something comfortable, and he instantly smiles, happy. However, Half-Orcs are known for their white hot temper, And Fissure is no exception. When Fissure gets enraged, he flies into a flurry of fists and feet, gorging pathways and swaths through the Earth. This destructive habit, has earned him the title of 'The Green Tornado', especially among almost all Taverns, pubs, and inns.
Description: Stands about 7'2", Very muscled, and rather scarred, Fissure appears to be the epitome of the phrase, 'All brawn, no brain'. Has wild tangled, messy brown hair, that appears to be unkempt at all. Tusks jut upward from his lower jaw, to be about level with the bottom of his nose, giving him a rather menacing look, when he smiles. Wears a very tight leather studded vest, and shorts that appear as though he's grown into them, rather then put them on.
History: Ever since childhood, Fissure has been trained in the destructive Martial Style, The Crushing Monkey Fist. After he had finally become the recognized sole master of this Style, he began wandering around, aimlessly, simply living, continuously training his body, through means of survival of the fittest. Once he finally returned to civilization, he found that by simply smiling, many gave him stuff he asked for. Unfortunately, this didn't work with the barmaids he tried it on, when he'd go drinking. often times it ended with him getting a palm to the face, and then passing out from the alcohol. After a while, Fissure heard of the Kings request, seeing as he couldn't read the Letter, and decided to undertake this job, suddenly feeling like he wanted to do something, something meaningful. Not be known as a raging drunk. Course, those weren't Fissures actual thoughts, but that's the closet a description like this can get.
Martial Style: The Crushing Monkey Fist; A style that lacks any form of finesse, this styles main aspect is pure brute strength, purposed to withstanding blows, until you get the chance to land one of your own, and devastate your opponent in one swift strike. Used properly, this style is rumored to be able to chop fully grown trees in a single kick, or create caves, by simply punching. However, these are mere rumors, exaggerations of the ones who do not understand the Power of the Crushing Monkey Fist. The Crushing Monkey Fist specializes in slow, crude punches and Kicks, with no fanciful twirling, or useless jumping or weaving. No, The crushing Monkey Fist blows straightforward, bent on breaking through any and all obstacles in its path. Punches from The Crushing Monkey Fist style can change the shape of armor, bend shields, to have large indentations, and even break weapons.

Name: Arguile
Sex:Male
Race: Undead(zombie)
Class: Death knight
Amulet: A necklace(Fire)
A ring(Dark)

Age: 68
Weapon(s): Claymore(one in the picture)
Element: Fire(primary), dark (secondary)
Loves: Fighting, killing
Likes: War, and battle
Dislikes:
Hates: Lots of things
Fears: Small spaces
Personality:
Arguile is very quite, and ofter detest being around people. Preferring to work alone he never feels more "alive" then on the battle field or during a fight. Also he seeks his own death, but he would not let somebody simply kill him, he must find someone worthy enough to beat him before he would let them end him.

Description:

History:
During life Arguile's life was very your typical life. He was born in a small town and always dreamed of adventure, so at the age of 20 he left off for the world and became a mercenary. His career how ever was not long. For five years he traveled the lands as a mercenary, he was even pretty good at it. That was until the day he was killed. Left to rot on a battle field for weeks his lifeless body lay their, sinking into the mud with comrades and enemies alike. A powerful necromancer came to the field looking for bodies, As his injury was simply a stab wound to the chest he was taken and loaded up into a cart with a few others. The necromancer brought him back to life as he rose awake, in some dank draft hold. The necromancer explained everything to him and when Arguile looked in the mirror he saw his face had rotted, His left cheek bone showing his lips all but gone showing his teeth and forever scaring him with a perverse from of smile. The necromancer explained how he had been brought back to be his guardian, and with the will the necromancer had he controlled Aruguile, the the while his hatred and anger would build. The years went on, he was giving armor and a sword, as well as mystical amulets to be the champion of this old frail man. How easily he could kill him, but he was unable to draw any harm to him. But time proved to be his ally, for the Necromancer was old and feeble, and in his dieing breath he bound Arguiles soul permanently, something arguile will always despise him for. So he left into world and again started up as a mercenary, his armor hiding what he was, he stopped accepting gold and fought simply for the fight of it, almost wishing something would kill him. It was from a messenger that he killed that he found the letter, asking for Amulet users. This was something that Arguile could do, and maybe they might find something that would finally beat him, and lay his soul to rest.

Name: Mica
Sex: (Female)
Race: Dragoon
Class: Warrior
Amulet: A gem inset in her right bracer.
Age: 25
Weapon(s): A Large great sword
Element: Light
Loves: -
Likes: Food
Dislikes: Weakness
Hates: Those with no honor
Fears: Having no food.
Personality: Aloof and precise, she is serious in almost any matter, making every decision one she would not regret, often pondering over a choice a good long while. While she may seem distant to anyone who approaches her, she is quite willing to converse and talk with other people. Mica has a hard time expressing her feelings, and will sometimes just give up rather than try.
Description: She is 5'9" tall, wearing a breastplate over chainmail, and steel bracers on each of her arms, the left is inset with a rounded gem. Her scaly skin is quite hard as well, making it a sort of a natural armor. She is of a dusky gray color, almost the same color as her armor. Her face is almost completely obscured by her helmet, with only her eyes visible.
History: Every once per year, the clans would gather to fight in a festival, with several events such as the biggest potato, food eating contests, and the arm wrestling competition. Mica however, took part in a tournament.

The fighting was fierce and her competitors were very skilled themselves. After several elimination rounds of grueling battles, she finally emerged as the winner of the cooking contest, her special pork bowl blowing the judges away with its taste. With that a prize, a pair of ancient mittens ensorcerelled with powerful magic, to make the mittens completely heat proof for easy retrieval of baked goods from the oven, and an enchantment to keep it in good condition. Of course, being the passionate cook that she is, she was delighted to have won such a valuable and useful prize.

A few weeks later, she found that a seam had burst from one of the mittens, and a corner of what seemed to be a piece of paper was visible. Curiosity overwhelming her, she managed to get the paper, to find simply a sketch of a landscape and an arrow pointing to an X. No one can ever resist such an enticing piece of mystery, and so she set out to find the spot, which, quite oddly, seemed to lay in her garden. The landscape sketch showed no houses or anything, but the three stones were there and that tree that kind of looks like a face. If you squint at it long enough. So she dug up a box, containing two bracers, one of which had a gem set in it.

Which then attached themselves onto her arms.

She then went to the elder, seeking advice and a crowbar to get the stupid things off her. However, she was given a very long speech about some history, how her people got here, and his groceries and the sheep. The elder then grabbed her and whisked her away to several places, much to her dismay. At first she was taken to an armorsmith, to be measured for armor, then to a weaponsmith to be assessed for which weapons suits her, then to several sacred places for vows, then back to the armorsmith and the weaponsmith to get her armor and weapon on. Her mind still spinning from trying to make sense of everything, she tried asking the elder what he was going on about, and why she was going to all these places.

The elder told her she needed to find her answers out there.

And now, confused and rather annoyed, she set out to find the answers, and a crowbar to hit the elder with.

IC IS UP! -->Elemental Amulets; Hunt For the Duo<--

[DesertRat]

Name: Millinder
Sex: Male
Race: Drow
Class: Ninja
Amulet:2 Earrings in right ear.
Age: 126 (equivalent to 28)(used a system where an elf year was the equivalent of 4.5 human)
Weapon(s): Katana; Kunai; Dagger,
Element: Dark(Primary), Poison(secondary)
Loves: Wolves, dancing, and clear nights.
Likes: Well sharpened weapons, travailing, forest, and a good ale/wine
Dislikes: cats and cheap ale/wine
Hates: overly optimistic people, snow/cold
Fears: very cheap ale/wine, freezing to death.
Personality:
Millinder is a very complex and many sided person. Years of training have made him very calm in even the most chaotic of situations. Because of this he also has a tendency to try to plan for every possible situation, Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. He is also very Passive aggressive(sarcastic) and normally very laid back goofy at times even, and if he ever starts to trust you, he could be your greatest ally and is a loyal friend. But he does have a darker side, on the rare occasion that some one pushes him over the edge, there is almost nothing that can stop him from killing you and he can hold a grudge for a very long time. Raining terror down on his personal enemies. He will not rush in with a fit of rage, no instead he will sit back and systematically plan your demise, taking years sometimes. In the end you will be left with nothing and only then will his vengeance be satiated enough to kill you.
Description:
Bluish skin, white hair, red eyes, and about 5'9 with an athletic build.

History:
Millinder was offered to a ninja clan as payment for a job. So as soon as he was born they came and took him to their hidden encampment where he was trained to be one. Because of his separation from other Drow, he lacks their prejudiced against other races, as well as there cruel twisted nature. But he did have an affinity for poison, being his races element. As years went on he was one of the more accomplished of his clan and also out lived most due to his races slower aging process, only a few other Drow and elves as well living as long as him. He revived his first amulet of Dark when he was fifty as a reward, and his second, A Poison amulet, at a hundreded and twenty. Six years after this the clan received a letter, through on of there fronts, asking for amulet users. The clan had a few but Millinder was chosen for this honor, one which he humbly excepted, and thus his journey began.

[Shingaku]

0.o Dang, first character, and No corrections necessary. Sweet. Nice job. Accepted. If you could though, expand on the personality please.

[DesertRat]

sure thing

- - - Updated - - -

and done, what do you think?

[GreenGoat]

Mind if I reveal everything related to their personality(likes dislikes etc) via RP? I'd quite like to expand them IC than a character sheet.

Which means not writing things related to personality in my cs.

[DesertRat]

I would say just put up something that is vague, and plus a character sheet is what your character is like before the RP, so events that can happen might change the person and by the end their personality can be completely diffrent

[Shingaku]

Exactly as Rat says. For now, put something, and then, you can arrange with me to have events happen, to change your charas personality.

[DesertRat]

you could also use other peoples Chara as well, say yours starts to admire some one else so they start to try to be more like them.

[GreenGoat]

I feel new all over again lol.

[Xaiolin]

Name:*Xao (pronounced sou)

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Class: Archer

Amulet:
A wrist band which holds the power of the blood.
A ring which contains the element of dark.
A circlet bound with the knowladge of wind.

Age:*340

Weapon(s):
Eleven longbow.
Blood Scourned Dagger.
Greater Elven short sword.

Element:
Primairy Blood.
Secondairy Dark.
Minor Wind.

Loves:
Night sky.
Darkness.

Likes:
Bows.
Sneaking.
Comradeship.

Dislikes:
Bards.
The rich.
Guards.

Hates:
Vermin.
The Undead.
Tavern Whenches.

Fears:
Drowning.
Execution.
Torture.

Personality:
Xao tends to keep herself to herself when it comes to people she doesn't know or trust. She is more likely to sit in the back and pay attention whilst withdrawing her opinions. To her friends Xao is a kind and caring person, strangers would never see this side of her though.

Description:
Tall and Slim, Wondrous Blue Eyes and long blonde hair and She is easily defined as a elf.


History:
Xao was born and raised in the Capitol of her homeland. It was a hard upbringing for Xao she was born an orphan to a creul mistress. When Xao was a child she longed to escape the hell hole she was forced to call home. At the age of 14 she tried her first attempt at escaping although she wasn't successful It would be the start of Xao's amazing stealth skills. When Xao was old enough to leave the orphanage she did so without hesitation, she just wanted to get out off the city she had been trapped in. I as beautiful as the city was it felt like a prison cell to Xao.

When Xao left the city she found a small holding where she took up labour as a farm hand. But this isn't what she wanted, she wanted to see the world and enjoy the the fresh unrestrained freedom that the world had to offer.

Xao spent 7 years on the farm, her pitiful wage was bearly enough to survive on. In her time in poverty here she learned many tricks of sneaking and stealing both food and coin when need. She did not want to take for greed she just wanted enough to survive on.

After many years of what felt like slavery she was pushed over the edge. The famer who employed her tried to do unspeakable things to Xao, she managed to shake him off and kill him. She knew after doing this she couldn't stay but she wouldn't survive in the wild as she was. Xao ransacked the farmers house and took a few supplies and a iron sword.

She imeadiatey feld the farm and spend the next 100 years of her life as a drifter.

And this is the next chapter in Xao's life.