Excited about these submissions! I have a few notes for the latest CSs, I'll post them later. For those who have yet to submit anything, deadline for submission is 01/24/15. After that date has passed, I will go over all the sheets again and accept the characters I think will work best. I plan to start the game on the 25th.

And here's Ramzi al-Sahar. --- **Name** Ramzi al-Sahar **Description** Ramzi al-Sahar is dark skinned, human male with sharp features and a face creased with age. A salt-and-pepper beard goes under his chin, around his lips and up the side of his face to meet into a crown of receding, black curls ([Bearing a resemblance to His Imperial Majesty](http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2011/iconic_leaders/icon00000000010.jpg), of course). Age has taken its toll on Ramzi, as his once imposing physique has become noticably weaker in recent years and his height has developed a slight stoop. Despite his physical weaknesses, Ramzi is still sharp in mind and skilled in his use of the spear. Ramzi has adopted the cultural norms of Belencrest and his clothing fits the norm of the city. **Backstory** Ramzi al-Sahar is of a small, desert tribe in the far-south, called the Sahars (hence the 'al-Sahar' surname). He was born into nobility of this tribe and as tribal culture dictates, this required him to become skilled in the art of warfare. The deserts were (and still are) a land of constant bickering among the patchwork of tribes and this meant that before he reached adolescence, he had already killed another human being. In his youth, Ramzi was known as being rather aloof and arrogant and this gained more enemies than allies. Ramzi's father often called Ramzi his favourite son, which inflated his ego and made him colder than ever. When he turned 16, Ramzi's father decided he was to be married off to a female of another tribe in a ceremony that would cement an alliance and cool the growing tensions. He met the bride on his wedding day and they were married without any hitches. Ramzi never showed any interest towards his wife, however and this lead to an unhappy marriage that never bore children. As was common in tribal culture, Ramzi also took on several other wives in political marriages, none of whom he showed any interest in after the wedding day. Instead, Ramzi enjoyed hunting, horse riding, fighting wars for the tribe and was rumoured to have relationships with other men, which is frowned upon in Sahar culture. Shortly after his 30th birthday, Ramzi's father died and the head of the family was passed to an older half-brother. Ramzi began facing intense lines of questioning from his family, who had previously stayed silent while his father was alive, as to why he had not yet bore a child. Although at first waved off as impotency, he was eventually accused of homosexuality, which he strongly denied. Due to his noble blood within the Sahar tribe, he was given two choices - face death publicly or quietly live in exile for the rest of his life. Despite choosing the latter, rumours of his alleged homosexuality spread like wildfire and Ramzi was soon forced to escape the entire desert region into the western lands, where he took up mercenary and bodyguard work. He learned common tongue quickly enough and was fluent by the time he was 35, despite speaking with an accent. His darker colour of skin and deadliness with a spear has often seen uneducated people refer to him as an evil demon but problems with race/colour end there, as people of all races can be found in his line of work. Ramzi joined the White Guards 12 years ago after hearing stories of their prowess on the battlefield. In his earlier days in the organisation, he often fought in the vanguard of several famous battles and was involved in the defence of Belencrest two years ago, during which he was injured. The injury to his knee, mixed with his older age, has lead to Ramzi taking the backseat in the White Guards, doing work in the administration, training of new recruits or doing rounds in the guard. He will not hesitate to fight if provoked but is also careful not to get himself killed. Ramzi's dedication to the White Guard, as well his older age and experience, has led to a certain respect developing around his character among the younger or green-eared White Guards. He is vague when the subject of his own past come up, thinking of his time spent amongst the Sahar as an old life, one he does not wish to dwell on. **Goals/Fears** Ramzi, at this point in his life, is looking forward to a retirement when he reaches his 60th year. Although he has already amassed a small fortune, he is going to try and squeeze as much money out of his line of work until he retires to a southern city, far from the dangers of mercenary work. Ramzi fears an early death. He holds his own life in high regard and looks forward to the day he can hang up his spear and armour for retirement. A particular fear he holds is that someone will discover his homosexuality, which he has gone to great lengths to keep secret. **Mastery** _Long Weaponry:_ Ramzis speciality is with longer weapons, such as spears, pikes and javelins. In his youth, he often used feeble wooden spears and javelins but as an older man, he finds himself turning the previously clumsy pike into a weapon of deadly accuracy and defensive capability. Spears and javelins are still occasionally used but the pike is now Ramzis weapon of choice. **Equipment** Ramzi is usually equipped in lighter armour, as the heavier armour bears a lot of pressure on his weaker shoulders. His pike is 10 foot long and is usually carried casually over one shoulder. It is not a weapon for strapping to ones back. A short hunting knife, a remnant from his year in the deserts, hangs from his belt for non-combat use. **Personality** Ramzi has grown from a brooding bed of adolescent arrogance into quite a cheerful, friendly older man. His interactions with people are generally quite positive and as shown by the creases in his face, he enjoys laughing and loves life. He is shown to have a serious side in dire moments and in his rare moments of anger, he is said to become reminiscent of his younger self. True love is not something Ramzi has ever experienced, instead preferring short flings with male prostitutes. He has his moments of brooding sadness when reminded of his beloved father or his exile from his family but is never nostalgic when it comes to the past. He is often rather vague when it comes to his past in the desert, preferring not to talk of days gone by. **Totem** Ramzi's totem is a smooth, brown pebble with Sahar markings embedded in the stone. When near water, it begins to lightly glow and pulsate. He often found this useful in the desert, where water sources were few and far between but rarely finds use for it in Belencrest. He keeps it as a memento from his time in the desert and usually doesn't carry it on his person.

Question. When do humans mature/ what is their life expectancy in this world? Is it more like modern day or what?

Alright, I changed my CS. I hope you like it now!

NOTE: I also made up some names to make the backstory and such more readable and real, these aspects are up to you though. I hope this all posts right. Name: Juren Description: Juren is a large man with a broad build, standing at nearly 6’4”. He is a light-skinned, black-haired man who was born of a woman in the north colonies. His father, however, was a mountain-dweller, and as such he inherited their signature black eyes, sclera and all, which he hides with a small totem hung around his neck. He keeps his hair neatly braided when he can, otherwise he keeps it in a short pony tail that reaches to just between his shoulder blades. He allows his beard to grow to about an inch long before he deems it too much trouble, and cuts it off again. He wears a light gray tunic and pants when not on duty. Juren appears to be in his mid to late twenties, and as such shows little signs of the rapid aging that a mercenary experiences. Juren isn’t an educated man, not by a long shot, but he’s no fool, and knows how to handle himself independently. Backstory: Now, anybody from the far-south of Verloren will tell you that the people who live in the Isachaar mountains far to the north are giants and demons, made of frost and stone and seething hatred for anything, or anyone, that ventures into those mountains. Tales are told of the brutality of its denizens to keep the youth of the southern provinces in line. The truth is, however, often not as it seems, and there even exists trade between those that live in the mountains and the northern provinces. The people of the mountains usually keep to themselves, venturing down only to collect berries and let animals graze when the seasons are right. They are frightening people though; they grow to almost seven feet tall and have eyes black as night. Although the trade has become more commonplace, any kind of relations beyond that were completely unheard of, until Juren’s mother, Aloise, gave birth to him. Instantly, the young woman became an outcast. Quickly finding out that even begging could not feed her and her newborn, she made for a different, larger settlement, and began to beg there, occasionally peddling her skills as an apprentice seamstress to gain whatever she could. Eventually, when Juren was around twelve years old, Aloise earned enough to have a totem crafted that made his eyes seem normal, with dark blue irises. They began to beg together, but before long, Alois discovered that she could make more money selling her body than simply begging for their supper, so she took to prostitution. They made more money and found a place to live for a few years, until Juren’s mother didn’t come home one morning. Her body was found in the street a ways up the road, whether lost to some nobleman’s twisted passions or simply an accident, he did not know. Juren raged when he saw his mother lying in a pool of her own blood on the roadside, tossed aside like a crust of bread. He turned on the first man he saw, beating the man senseless and spending several nights in jail because of it. When he was released, he soon discovered that he could exploit his advantage of size, and found a small mercenary company to work for. He learned how to handle a sword and bow, but it never seemed to suit him as much as the more blunt weapons did. He learned quickly how to handle a greathammer, adopting heavier plate armor to compliment his style and larger frame. The outfit he was with was absorbed into the White Guard about five years ago, allowing him more freedom to travel, which brought him to Belencrest. Goals/Fears: For a long time, Juren swore revenge on whoever killed his mother, but as time passed, the idea faded in his mind. His goals moved towards finding a wife and having children, settling down when the time was right and he’d earned enough money. He is unsure of this, and fears that since he knows almost no trade or skill than that of a sellsword, he will not be able to provide for his family. As a result of this, he fears that he may be a sellsword for the rest of his life, and fears that he will die before he makes a family of his own. Mastery: Juren is adept with the bow and shortsword, but excels at combat either unarmed or with a two-handed maul. His style relies on closing distances to his opponents, and overpowering them quickly. Equipment: Aside from plate armor and his greathammer, he carries two daggers and a backpack with basic necessities, a pipe and tobacco, leather strips and a sharpening stone. Personality: Juren is a quiet man, though not an unpleasant one. He finds arrogance irritating, especially from people who claim to be better than others. As a resident on the fringe of society, he finds it hard to judge people who do what they need to do to get by, and Juren himself has been known to bend rules to get what he wants. He has always had a bit of a dislike for following orders, the more frivolous ones gaining most of his ire; like the silly fabric the White Guard made them wear, and guarding things that didn’t need to be guarded. Totem: Juren’s totem is a spherically-shaped piece of steel, with a simple, angular three-dimensional design inside of it. It allows him to pass as a human, for all intents and purposes, and hides his nature as a half-breed of humans and the folk that live in the mountain. If he takes the totem off and gets more than arm’s length away from it, his eyes fade to black again.

Last day to sign up if you wanted a chance in. Tomorrow I'll be posting which characters have been accepted. I'm working on the first IC post, though some things may change depending on the final roster. If the final cut doesn't alter things too much, I'll have the first post out this weekend. Thank you to everyone who has signed up so far!