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||Author's account name ~ Liquid Fart
||Author's posting availability ~ At least once a day or every other day.
||Character species ~ Locathah
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||Character name ~Lansral Spinefin
||Character theme song ~ Dragonfly|:|Ziggy Marley
||Character gender ~Male
||Character class ~ Druid
||Character combat tendancies ~ Would rather reason with his adversary before engaging in battle. When a physical altercation is inevitable Lansral uses the environment through his magic to aid his defensive fighting style.
|*|Character inventory ~ Stone club, metal shield, leather armor straps with hard shells and scales attached, nature holy symbol, backpack~sized rucksack, water canteen, 25cp, 5sp, scrollcase, several blank pieces of paper, ink&quill, invitation to see Silverhendrix officials
||Character's motivation for coming to this new land ~ Lansral's grove sent him as their representative to ensure that nothing unnatural is afoot in this new continent.
|*|Character's skills/abilities ~ Communication with plants and animals, medium plant command, minor water command, speaks Common, scales provide natural armor similar to thick hardened hide
||Character bio ~ Lansral has been with his grove since his youngest days. He has been trained as a druid all his life. Little of the world beyond interests this protector of nature. Lansral has been to several distant regions as a representative of nature.
The grove is located in the nation that discovered this new land. Meddling with colonisation and aiding the disturbance of the natural order doesn't catch the attention of any of the druids. However, this little rhyme the beast shamans coined has shook the surity of the Locathah community's security. A decision was reached that events in the new world were to be monitored.
None of the leaders gave Lansral an ultimatum for his assignment. Funds are running low having been in Silverhendrix for a month now. Lansral's investigation of the area has turned up travelers being murdered with no concrete information to build off of. The letter from Silverhendrix authorities asking for direct assistance came to his inn door in a matter of days.
||Character Alignment ~ Chaotic Neutral
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||Author's account name ~ Battlebrew
||Author's posting availability ~ how often you visit the roleplaying section
||Character race ~ Half Elf
||Character appearance ~ Image
||Character name ~ Alair Silverwind
||Character theme song ~ By the Sword - Slash
||Character gender ~ Female
||Character class ~ (Mobile) Fighter
||Character combat tendancies ~ Despite her martial prowess, and occupation as a sellsword, Alair prefers to reason with her enemies rather than charging headfirst into fights. Unfortunately in her line of work she deals with many unreasonable characters, and is usually forced to engage them in combat. When in battle she never stays in one place for more than a moment. She is constantly dashing about, cutting through enemies, helping allies, and keeping a eye on the situation. In larger scale conflicts she shines when acting as a battle courier, her agility and stamina allow her to cut and weave her way though battles to deliver important information between those overseeing the battle.
|*|Character inventory ~ Alair's only true possessions is her sword; she tends to do jobs for food, armor, or a place to stay, rather than gold.
(1x)Poison Antidote(1x)Antivenom Antidote(5x)gp
||Character's motivation for coming to this new land ~ Work. With all that is going on in the "New World", Alair has had no trouble at all finding something to do. She's travelled between the two continents a few times already, acting as a body guard for merchants, or simply to help defend the ships from pirates. After growing bored of a life at sea (and after a particularly sticky pirate encounter.) she took up work as a sellsword on the New World. Having participated in a few scouting expeditions, and a couple small scale conflicts, mostly over land disputes, she has begone to make a name for herself along the coast of the New World. She knows how to get the job done, and word is quickly spreading of that fact.
|*|Character's skills/abilities ~ Acrobatic, Diplomatic, Survival, extra proficiency with scimitars and short swords, Leaping Attack, since you're half elf you're predetermined to be a little aluring/charming, understanding of common and elven tongues
||Character bio ~
Alair was born to a human mother, in a small mostly human town. Alair never knew her Father, and her Mother was never one to speak of the man. Her Mother passed away when she was a young girl, and she was taken in by the local Blacksmith and their wife, as they had thus far been unable of having any children of their own. It was through her new Father that Alair discovered her love for swords, and swordplay. Dissatisfied with her life, Alair left her home soon after becoming a women, and hoped to become a travelling swordsman. The first few years were very tough, but through perseverance and determination Alair eventually achieved her goal.
She spent years honing her skills, and avoiding death before the New World was discovered, and has recently begun to make a name for herself as a mercenary and sellsword along the coast. Someone, somewhere must have heard about her about her accomplishments, because she recently received a letter from the one of the Silverhendrix leaders, requesting her services.
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||Author's account name ~RainTheifAustin
||Author's posting availability ~ Often
||Character race ~tiefling
||Character appearance ~ He is tall and slender, standing about 6'1" and weighting approximately 160 lbs. He has burgundy skin and a pair black horns that slide from over his brows to the back of the crown of his head, they have a standard curve alond the shape of the head, no others. They are somewhat flat aganist his head, but not lacking in depth, they are about an inch deep. His eyes are more human-like in the fact that his eyes have two colored segments, the white, and then a blck iris. He has a shorter tail then the average of his species, it spans only two feet. His hair is black and short, kept in a small ponytail that only reaches his neck. He has digit-grade legs, but cloven feet.(double jointed legs and hooved feet.)
||Character name ~ Nevarm Jelrus
||Character theme song ~ track|Kashmir:Led Zeppelin|author
||Character gender ~Male
||Character class ~Hex-Blade Pirate
||Character combat tendancies ~ His first approach is to use his Hex Blade magic to secretly dwindle the skill and luck of his enemies, his natural racial allure, plus his swashbuckling cleverness and speechcraft allow him to get anyone into a conversation. If his speech and stealth magic fail, he turns to his physical training from both his father and mentor, which involves a vary defense based fencing-like style developed around dual shortswords. He also uses stealth to eliminate targets, those of which speech would be pointless.
|*|Character inventory ~ two Ebony shortswords, a set of black leather armor donned (adorned isnt a word :P) under a black pirate Captain's coat, a compass, a map, a coin pouch(47sp), a satchel made to hold alchemical reagents which when mixed creates a somewhat steady volatile mixture, one empty glass flask for aformentioned "pirate impact explosion hand grenade", an amulet of feather fall, and a backpack used to hold everthing else.
||Character's motivation for coming to this new land ~ A free life, a new life, and a life that he can start away from the ghosts of his past.
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||Character bio ~ His life was not brilliant, bt it was not the sorrowing tale of a poor or mistreated orphan either, his life as simple and dull as anyother, until he turned thirteen, on that day he ran into a man with an odd set of skills for his job. A farmer used his skills to create dismay for the farmers around him, he hexed them one by one, causing their luck and skill to run dry, with no farms aside from his own he made a killing, and none knew otherwise, but Nevarm caught onto his tricks while working as a farm hand. He could see subtle changes in the farmers voice or posture, which were ticks that came when using Hex Blade magic. When Nevarm confronted the farmer, he simply laughed, and then praised the boy for his keen eye. The Farmer offered Nevarm his mentoring and soon the boy grew into a man, a very skilled man. He had become a great fighter and a skilled hexer. His life from that point became much more exciting he took into a life of freelancing and from their into piracy. His freelancing years were nice at first, but some jobs were more devastating then others, some even dwell on him to this day. His pirating years were much more carefree and hefted a much better pay. He used his guile to get other captins and pirates to agree to meetings and dinners, from which he used his hex magic to bring them to their demise, death only took them if they tryed to fight him, but surrender and fleeing gave them their lives.
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