Name: (Your name, chucklehead.)
Concept: (This is kinda just the general idea. Just a phrase, like "Edgy Swordsman" or "Disturbingly Happy Necromancer". Really all you need is an adjective and a noun, but feel free to do whatever. Just no longer than a short sentence.)
Role: (Hero/Adventurer or Villain/Dungeon Keeper?)
Age: (How many times has the Sun gone around the Earth with you there to see it? You should all be in the 14-18 range)
Sex and Orientation: (What you have... Down there. Also, you into boys, girls, or both? Or is it more complicated that?)
Appearance: (What you look like.)
Personality: (How you act, along with any weird mannerisms or other quirks.))
Background: (I'm not looking for a whole biography, but like... A few sentences at least.)
Skills: (What are you good at? What are you bad at? Can you cast spells, or do backflips? Other crazy stuff you do?)
Equipment: (What kind of gear you have, weapons and armor and the like. Any inherited items you should go into greater detail in the Inheritance section.)
Parent: (Who was your parent? Hero or villain? Dashing rogue or mad sorceress? Valiant knight or demon lord? Wise wizard or ancient lich? Also, how was your relationship?)
Inheritance: (What have you inherited from your parent? A magic sword? An eldritch tome? An army of imps? Heat Vision? Sharks with frickin' laser beams on their heads (don't actually put that)?)
Notes: (Anything else about your character?)

Name: Strider Darkwood
Concept: Loud-Mouthed, Ranger
Role: Hero
Age: 17
Sex and Orientation: Male, and Straight
Appearance: like this just without the elf ears.
Personality: Strider is a loud mouth to the extreme he loves to talk and make friends and make lame jokes. But when things get serious his loud mouth demeanor is set to the side for an eerily silent ranger. He does however sleep walk

Background: Strider's Father and Mother were rangers, Strider's father got called away shortly after his birth and never returned, so alone with her son Strider's mother taught the boy how to be a ranger how to hunt,track,shoot a bow, and be mysterious after he completed his training his mother revealed something to him that shook him to the core, his mother revealed that his father and the group he was with died taking out some evil guy but he had left his son his Falchion, and throwing daggers, as well as two of his silver arrows that always strike true with this information all Strider did was sit and mope for weeks.

After weeks of moping, and throwing himself into sword and dagger training only stopping to sleep and eat. But one day someone approached the little cabin him and his mother shared together, the man was talking to his mother about sending the boy on a quest to get some sort of artifact when his mother asked if he wanted to go the boy quickly agreed and set out with the man.

Skills: Strider is a master archer able to hit a target from a good distance away and able to shoot someone on horseback, Strider is also a master hunter and great at Alchmey able to track game and differentiate the different types of plants in the wild, Strider however isn't very good at close combat and has absolutely no magical ability, he also doesn't do very well in environments like cities and towns.
Equipment: Strider uses an Oak long bow he built when he was a kid as well as light flexiable leather armor, he also uses a green cloak to blend in with the forest.
Parent: Strider's father and mother were rangers and heroes though his mother is the only one of the two who are still living, But his relationships with both are kind of strained due to differences, like his parents being mysterious silent rangers, and Strider absolutely failing at being quiet unless things are serious.
Inheritance: A steel falchion, ten throwing daggers, and two enchanted silver arrows that never miss their target.
Notes: N/a

Name: Cedric Robin Cooper

Concept: “You must accept me as I am!”

Role: Villain/Dungeon Keeper

Age: 16

Sex and Orientation: Sex: Male, Gender: Agender, Orientation: Pan-romantic asexual

Appearance:

Personality: Robin may act calm and serious. One could almost think that ze has no feelings at all. That’s not really the case but others may see this only if they get Robin to talk about something ze has passionate feelings about. Otherwise, ze is pretty indifferent towards everything.

If you want Robin to start talking, say something, anything, about genders. You instantly get a firm passionate opinion about how this society revolves too much around genders. If you don’t manage to stop zir, ze may broaden the subject to prejudices in general. Robin thinks that people should be valued by their actions and words only. Ze isn’t really wrong about this, but tends to go overboard. Ze hides zir sex by wearing rather shapeless and covering clothing and using zir second name because it’s unisex, and gets instantly mad if someone dares to ask whether ze is a boy or a girl because “can’t see why it matters”.

Robin is almost obsessed by the idea of being a person who ze is and being accepted as such. Ze wants to find a place where ze belongs and where is someone who loves zir. Obliviously, it’s not easy for you to find love if you’re asexual and don’t even reveal your sex, plus you act serious and somewhat distant and to the top of all, are pretty obvious to flirting because you think no one would be interested in you. Thus Robin often feels lonely and misunderstood. Ze dreams about changing the world to a place where ze would be accepted, though because of zir tendencies to go overboard, a world created by zir wouldn’t probably be that great place.

Robin absolutely loves fantasy books and about everything else which resembles it at all. Paranormal love and “Adventure-Horror” (I don’t know what stuff like Vampirates and Skulduggery Pleasant should be called) are close to zir hear as well.

Background:
Robin’s mother was always far away. She used to call zir once a month and that was pretty much all the connection they had. She never told Robin about zir father, even though ze started every call by asking it. They talked only about things like weather and boring news. Sometimes the mother mentioned something about some enemy she had defeated or a spell she had learned but never gave Robin a proper explanation about what she did. She rarely asked Robin about zir life. The fact that she didn’t know about ze being agender tells something.

Robin never had a firm home. Ze was handed from relatives to more distant relatives and their distant relatives, because everyone could keep zir only until ze found another place to stay. People ze lived with were usually nice but zir terms with them were always distant.

When Robin was small ze used to dream, that zir father was some sort of a king and ze wasn’t told zir heritage to keep zir safe. Ze knew that it was a foolish dream but couldn’t really come up with anything else, until one time when ze was talking with zir mother when ze was 13.
“Hi mom.”
“Hi Robin.”
“Mom, who my father is?”
“The weather has been nice there lately, hasn’t it?”
“Mom?”
“What Robin?”
“Could it be that you don’t know who my father is?”
There was a long silence and Robin knew ze was right. That was the last time they talked. The mother tried to call Robin every month until her death, but Robin never answered. A couple of days after her death Robin started to wonder why she hadn’t called zir yet in the current month. The next day ze got a letter which told that zir mother was dead and ze was supposed to keep some sort of a world shard safe.

Skills:
Robin can use magic with a wizard staff ze inherited from zir mother. Ze is able in rather powerful earth magic, but because one spell takes at least fifteen seconds, mostly more, it’s not very practical in fighting unless someone is protecting zir while ze does zir spell. Robin can also use magic to little practical things, like lighting up a fire, but ze is only learning things like that.

Robin rarely uses magic in fights. Instead ze uses knives, which ze sometimes throws at zir opponent. Robin has almost unnatural strength and speed and while not exceptional, good, aim. Zir Achille’s heel is defence. While ze can avoid attacks well, ze is moderately easy to hit when ze attacks because ze has no protection and unless ze takes risk and throws zir knife, ze needs to get rather close.

Equipment:
Robin has a wizard staff and five knives of different length. The shortest knife can be hidden in zir palm while the longest is almost like a sword.

Parent: Robin’s mother was an evil wizard. As told in background, Robin and zir mother barely knew each other. Ze knows nothing about zir father, except that ze may or may not have some elfin heritage (I can change this if there are no elves in this world or an offspring of an elf and a human is impossible), as Robin has some elfin-like features including zir speed, strength and slender body.

Inheritance:
A staff from zir mother. It includes zir mother’s magic power, though Robin can’t yet use it properly.

Notes: Robin asks people to refer zir by pronoun ze. (Ze smiled, I met zir, zir dog, this is zirs, ze can do it zirself).

Name: Shasi Lim
Concept: “Extremely Unlucky Psychic”
Role: Villain/Dungeon Keeper
Age: 17
Sex and Orientation: Male, asexual.
Appearance:


Personality: Shy at first, but once more comfortable with a person or group he gets… testy, to say the least. He’s sarcastic, mostly uncaring, and entirely uninterested in anything that won’t lead him to his goals in life… or to a fun time. He can easily be persuaded to join in on a group endeavour, but he won’t do anything involving others of his own accord. He doesn’t like to be alone, though he won’t seek out someone to be a confidante. He prefers the company of the cold-blooded--that is to say, his pet salamander.

Background: He saw his mother once a year at most, twice when things were going well. She was too busy making heads explode to visit him any time other than on his birthday (or more often, a few weeks after his birthday). He lived with his aunt, his father having long been absent from his life. His mother would tell him, once or twice, that she was just ‘too busy’ for a man, but that didn’t answer the question of where his father had gone. He’s still waiting on an answer for that, actually, though he isn’t likely to get it from his mother.

He was never interested in doing much of anything other than exploring and reading, so when the opportunity came up to do something else, he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea. World heart? Dungeon? Why would he care? In the end, his aunt had to convince him to go, more for her sake than his. He was starting to drive her crazy with his constant comings and goings, coupled with the days he never left his room at all.

And so, after his aunt promised it would be a ‘character building opportunity’ and a ‘way to honor’ his mother’s memory, he reluctantly left to go assist in building a dungeon.

Skills: He calls himself a psychic, even though he can’t read minds. He can feel, more than anything, an event that is going to happen… but only in relation to himself and the person nearest to him. It’s that useless kind of ability. If he’s going to trip, he’ll feel the fall before he actually does fall--though this never prevents him from not falling. On the rare chance that he does get a vision of the future, it always has to do with a misfortune involving him, and he can never avoid it. If he focuses and is not interrupted by movement or sound, he can temporarily disable a person (or animal) by overloading their brain with sensations, though his opportunities to do this tend to be few and far between. He’s useless with weapons, though he can fight hand to hand in an incredibly scrappy, self-taught manner, having practiced with friends but never actually training or having been in a real fight. He’s not entirely helpless--after all, he isn’t dead yet, but he can’t say he’s anything other than below average when it comes to fighting.

Equipment: An old set of armor belonging to his mother, refitted for him, and a staff that doesn’t do much of anything, though he doesn’t know how to use it correctly. He’s been told to use it to ‘channel his powers through’, but has taken that to mean ‘concentrate really hard on the jewel and hope something happens’.

Parent: His mother was Valerie Lim, a centuries old wraith of the not-terribly-attractive sort. She would do anything for any amount of money, fueled more by a sense of adventure than any knowledge of economics. She wouldn’t call herself a villain, but the thousands of families with lost loved ones would beg to differ. Valerie made it a point to visit her son every year on his birthday, and they got along quite well. He loved his mother, in a detached sort of way, and she loved him in the same way. Her sister hoped a son would tie her down, but the promise of distant lands and exotic enemies proved to be more enticing than being a maternal figure.

Inheritance: Vague psychic powers, and a suit of armor. He’s not terribly pleased with the armor--it’s been refitted for him, but it still looks exactly like it did when his mother once wore it. Still, he wears it to honor her memory… and because it was incredibly expensive, and waste not, want not.

Notes: His favorite color is blue, and his pet salamander is named Jia Li.

Still in WIP mode


Name: Jonithra "Jonnie" Rastran

Concept:
The Rebel
"I'm not completely convinced that I should even be a villain. I don't think my parents have anything to do with who I am."

Role: Villain/Dungeon Keeper

Age: 15

Sex and Orientation: Bisexual Female

Appearance:


Personality: Fire Starter - Jonnie doesn't take things sitting down. She's pretty hot tempered although kind. She doesn't like tradition and she craves to be her own person. She's just not sure who that is yet. She can be a bit sarcastic but once someone gets to know her, she can be a very loyal and caring friend. She defends the people she loves to the end of the earth, even if it meant having a fist fight with the devil himself. She is very stubborn, however, and will continue to do the wrong thing several times before she realizes she can do it a different way. She doesn't take advice well, thinking that she, herself, is always right. She doesn't like being proven wrong and she has a bit of an authority problem.

Background: WIP

Skills: Fire Starter - Jonnie is rather adept at casting fire magics. Pyromancy is her thing. She's hot headed and her skills match that. She knows how to use a sword but she also prefers to go in, fists blazing[literally]. She's not one for sitting things out but she has an intense fear of water and will not go near the stuff. It's hard enough drinking it!

Equipment:

Sword and Shield

Spell book

Red Armor

-Will be explained further in Inheritance Section

Parent:

Father - Nicholas Rastran -Villain - Demon Mercenary - Relationship: Strained

Mother - Sera Tyler Rastran - Heroine - Bounty Hunter - Relationship: Decent

Inheritance:

Enchanted Armor; Enich

-This is a set of red armor given to her by her father. Well, her uncle gave it to her after her father's death but it was from him. What she didn't know was that when she put it on, it came to life. Well, sort of. It held a soul in it. Enich. He was once a demon that her father trapped into the family armor. Apparently, just before he died, he had the armor enchanted so that it would grow with her. Enich is an old spirit but likes to keep the form of a small boy. Jonnie often calls him a Loli because he enjoys his small child form more than what he should really look like.

Enich has the ability to form outside of the armor but he is in spirit form and therefore intangible. He can't do a whole lot considering how weak he is currently. But he's growing stronger so Jonnie needs to find a way to get stronger so that she can keep control over the armor because if he gets stronger than her, he can take control of her when she has the armor on and even when it's just laying dormant.

Notes:

Only Child

Ignorant of Love

I'll add more later. :P