So, why don't we start this one out ?

Sorry guys. I've been busy. Cs anf first ic post up in a few hours

No worries, I'm still interested.

Name: Agrin Stonebrook
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 102
Sex: Male
Skills: Excels in the use of Healing spells, knowledgeable in the art of alchemy(Specially when it comes to making potions) and can perform surgery(Such as removing arrows that has struck an individual, stitching wounds and sometimes reattaching limbs)
Appearance: Agrin is a 6'9 feet Dark Elf that has purple eyes, dark-bluish skin and a scar that spans from the left side of his chin to the left side of his upper lip. Agrin usually carries a monk's staff and is usually clothed in a monk's hood.
History: Agrin was born to the tribe of Dark Elves that live in a cave in the Fallen Wood. The young Agrin was the son of a village shaman. The Shaman, Jabrall, would be the right hand of the village chieftain, advising him and giving him protection from dark magic his enemies might use on him to either kill or hurt him. Jabrall would also heal injured or ill tribes-members, cast other evil sorcery that the tribe's enemies might cast on them, drive away animals that would venture into the cave and appease their gods. If he does not make this gods happy, their belief is that their tribe would suffer as a result. Pestilence, strife, drought, floods, chaos and havoc and death are just among a few curses the gods could instill on the tribe if they failed to please them. As such, the tribe's shaman is seen as a vital link to the gods, as the gods would communicate through him and order them what they must do. Usually, this would involve a few animal sacrifices and ceremonial activities. On one morning however, Jabrall woke up from his slumber shouting that the gods needed blood, the blood of his son. The tribes folk had no choice but to bound the boy and let his father, still possessed by the gods, slaughter him. As Jabrall swung an axe, Agrin dogded the blade and ran out of the cave. He ran into the forest while being chased by his tribes kin. He managed to escape them but was still bounded by rope and was tired and thirsty.

A group of travelling Human monks found Agrin unconscious on the road they were traveling. They unraveled the ropes around his body and nursed him back to health. They took him back to their monastery just a few miles off the city of Theratin. Here, the monastery's and the monk's high priest and leader, Oliver Stonebrook, asked the young Dark Elf where he was from and how they could help him. Master Stonebrook spoke in all of the Dark Elvish's languages but Agrin did not mutter a word. It took some time before Agrin told them his story. Master Stonebrook took pity on the Dark Elf child and adopted him as a son. He was then taught by the order to be a monk. The Servants of the Light was a monk brotherhood that helped the poor and the needy. They taught him the magic of healing spells, how to create healing potions and how to perform surgery on people who's wounds could not be healed by arcane means.

As Agrin finished his lessons, he found joy in his duties to the order. This became his new life and for 91 years, Agrin has spent his life in service to the order and to the light. Agrin makes regular trips to the city of Theratin, where he helps the poor, pays for the freedom of slaves and performs he's healing miracles on those who need it.

Name: Marcus Kingston
Race: Human
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Skills: Skilled in various arts of magic including fire, ice, and healing
Appearance: Marcus stands about 5' 10" he has brown hair, green eyes and a scar that runs across his cheeks over his nose. He wears the traditional guard armor which looks something like this:
History: Marcus was born to a high class family which is how he got his training in magic. Growing up other kids used to despise him and called him names. He grew up believing that being superior was bad. This drove him to train harder than the others. To prove that he was more than just some well off child. At the age of sixteen he decided that he was going to join the king's army. It was a job mostly held by those who were lower class as they had few options. The training was much easier than he had expected, yet most still struggled. He assumed this was because he had been training for a long time and strove to help the others.They accepted his help until word that he wasn't poor began to spread. Suddenly no one wanted him around. His captain began to pick on him and make him do extra training. Finally after three long grueling years, graduation day came around. Every student was given their post and a select few were given duty to protect the king himself. Marcus was chosen as one of them. Over the years he began to discover that protecting the king wasn't any work at all. The king never left the castle. In fact, he almost never left his chambers. Most had never even seen him. When news hit of the impending attack, everyone became on edge, but the king still never showed his face. Soon enough, Marcus' captain gave him a special assignment. Apparently the king had gone missing. Marcus was to round up some civilians under the guise of taking them to train as a makeshift backup force and look for him.

Trying to figure out what to post.

Still waiting on posts...

Don't wait for my post...!
=.=
Still trying to figure out how to enter my amnesiac elf.

Just wandering, Am I accepted?

I hope this hasn't died off. I'm sorry for not posting but I was very busy this week. I'll probably get a post up tomorrow.

I'm still around so far, periodically checking back.

Name: Maria
Race: Elf
Age: 300
Sex: Female
eye colour: Blue
Skills:
- cooking
-stalking pray
-sword fighting.
-traking
- high sence of sight and hearing
Appearance:


History: born as the only female to one of the noble family of her tribe. Grew up in the grove with her kin in the forest of gold, and spent most of her eleven years training with her trusted long sword. many of her tribe doubted her for many century's because she was a Female. they though because that she wasn't tall and strong that she posed no threat and it is because of this that spends a lot of her time outside the boundary of her tribe and wanders the forest. her cold outer attitude was built to protect her from sneering eyes. despite her noble blood she often those this title away to help those who are kind to her like the children of the tribe. and she sneaks out a lot, sometimes meeting a few Elves from different clans and tribes. being born in the time of the winter moon meant that she was destined to become a warrior and she was proud to call herself a swords woman despite what her people said. (usually turning the sword on them if they insult her family honorer).

I'm working on a human character right now~

Harmony White
Character Theme - House of the Rising Sun

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"The world shows only ignorance and cruelty to my kind, yet they are smart enough to know not to cross a witch"

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Full Name - Harmony White
Gender - Female
Age - 24
Sexuality - Pansexual
Race - Human
Affinity - Chaotic Good
Class - Witch

Magical Skills - Using ancient witchcraft, Harmony is able to perform rituals and spells for almost any occasion but is limited to using specific conduits and offerings for her magic to work. Her magical talents cannot be invoked on the spot and require a decent amount of preparation. She is also skilled with brewing potions and elixirs that can either aid or afflict enemies with a variety of plagues.
Combat Skills - Lacking in any brawn, Harmony tends to avoid physical combat as often as possible. She isn't skilled in any weapons and usually relies on her hexes and spells to disable enemies from a distance. She carries no weapons on her but she does carry an assortment of spell bags, which are collections of herbs, oils, bones and other items which have been magically blessed to serve a certain purpose.
Spell Bags
- Red Leaf Charm : A Spell Bag that dangles from Harmony's left earring. The Red Leaf Charm protects Harmony from magical invasions of her mind such as attempts of mind control, illusions or telepathy. The magic inside the bag drains over time and the charm will need to be reassembled.
- Sapphire Charm : A Spell Bag that Harmony wears as a necklace. The Sapphire Charm burns hot when potential danger is near Harmony.
- Faerie Charm : A Spell Bag that Harmony wears as a bracelet so she can reach it easily. When opened a blinding bright light emits from the bag, offering cover for Harmony to escape.
- Diamond Dust : A large pouch filled with enchanted dust, a small handful of dust blown into the eyes and nose of an unsuspecting victim will put them into a deep sleep. If consumed through the mouth, the dust acts as a truth serum. When a small amount of dust is blown into the ears of the victim, they become oblivious to what is happening around them and walk away from Harmony in a random direction. Diamond Dust is a versatile concoction that Harmony always carries with her, as it is her main method of dealing with those who would wish to harm her.

History - Even in this magically advanced world, the practice of witchcraft is an art that has been frowned upon since the reign of Kotun's merciless father. Any odd occurrence that could not be explained by the humans was blamed upon the witches, who were human themselves but were believed to have given themselves to the darkness. While witch hunting is now illegal, there are still those who would wish to cause harm to the witches; convinced that they were the cause of all their misfortune. This was how Harmony lost her mother, a respected witch of her coven who had only ever invoked her magic for good. She was captured and burnt at the stake by underground witch hunts. The coven had told Harmony that her mother had simply left her, but as they began to notice her potential grow the truth was slowly revealed. They knew that secrets never remained silent around a gifted witch, and that the truth would be revealed eventually. Harmony once believed in the ideals her mother had taught her. That she should only do good by others and use her magic to help people, but hearing the way she had died changed Harmony. After nearly 7 centuries, the world was still ignorant and cruel to her kind. She wouldn't be caught dead showing kindness to anyone who wasn't a part of her beloved coven, and she even began to look down upon the more modern forms of magic that she had once admired, believing that they were beneath the dark arts.

Harmony and her coven had a new agenda. They were going to stop offering their aid to the world and began to look after their own kin. It quickly became known throughout Theratin that they would not tolerate anyone claiming to be a witch hunter, securing their spot as a recognized minority in the city. Harmony was proud to be a part of such a movement, but she knew that if she was going to continue living as a witch she would need to be extra careful. Adorning herself in charms and spell bags, she began to try and live a normal life in the town. For the first time she no longer had to hide what she was, and that freedom made risking her life worth it. She began working as a street performer, working mostly in slum areas of the city where there is less money to be earned, but less risk of harassment from guards and others who dislike the coven.