- Nerom DeGrasse - Ethir
- Bruce Stronghart - Torack
- Cerise Mansfield - River
- Haljon - VoiD
- Annekra Blyuthstyl - The Mad Hatter
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- Aurora Floren Eveneens - AliceZaru
- Jan Helmski Krazowicz - SillyGoy
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Nerom DeGrasse
Age:
257
(Has the appearance of a 37 year old Human)
Appearance:
Credit to:CG-Warrior on DeviantArt
Race:
Dark Elf
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class:
Assassin
Profession:
Assassin
Personality:
~Merciless//Immoral~
Nerom's line of work requires him to show no mercy to his enemies and such, have no morals, meaning he'll have no qualms about slitting somebody's throat should the need arise. Therefore, he's certainly not one you want as an enemy.
~Quiet//Observant~
Nerom has never been one for getting involved in huge debates. He prefers to sit back and let others squabble, observing their actions and thoughts and deciding his input accordingly. When meeting someone new, he may come over as cold and unloving, but this is due to him observing your character and checking you're the right kind of person he wants to get to know.
~Logical//Intelligent~
Nerom is not dim, though there may be times he comes across as such. However, you'd be wrong to assume that, and he'll waste no time in pointing that out to you. When it comes to strategy, Nerom can sometimes be a useful ally to have.
~Secretive~
Due to his profession, Nerom has a need to be secretive and withhold a lot of information from people, even his friends and family. He doesn't claim to be the best at hiding things from other people, but he is skilled at it. His facial expression is terribly hard to read a lot of the time, giving away nothing of his true thoughts.
Biography:
Nerom was born deep in the city of Kathar, his birth taking place in the hidden hideout of the Assassin's Guild. His mother sadly passed away during childbirth, and his father was unknown to all the members of the Guild. They suspected she had perhaps started a romantic affair with one of her targets, but in the end had to fulfil her contract and kill him, but not before they had conceived a child. Given his situation, the Guild members took it upon themselves to raise Nerom, and treat him like one of their own.
As he grew up, Nerom was placed under the care of Ghalin, a wisened old man that would, in time, teach the young elf everything he would need to know about becoming an assassin. His training began as soon as he was old enough to start, and Ghalin wasted no time in teaching him all he could. Nerom spent the next few years learning the arts of sneaking, pickpocketing, lockpicking...and murder. It appeared as if he had a natural talent in each of these arts, and Ghalin theorised these gifts were passed from his mother, and perhaps even his father, given that nobody knew who he was or what he did.
As time went on, Nerom continued his training, one day reaching the level that Ghalin himself used to work out back in his day. But alas, time got the better of the elf's master, and death took him as his own. Nerom felt alone in the world, despite having many friends within the Guild. In the time they had together, Ghalin had become the closest thing Nerom had to a father, and the devastation of his loss ripped through him like a lion ripping into its prey. For days after his death, Nerom moped around the Guild like a lost child, unsure what to do now his master had passed on. But unfortunately for him, the Guild's work was never finished, and he was forced out of his grief and back to work in no time.
More and more time passed, and Nerom, being an elf and outliving the human friends he made, watched as the Guild grew both in reputation and in size as word of their network got out. He saw old members pass away and new members join several times over, often paying his respects from the dead and heeding warnings of morbidity to the younger newcomers. He never once stopped training though, continuing the work of Ghalin with other Guild members, often being commended on the work he carried out after returning from a contract.
Nerom's work continued to get better, and soon he worked his way into the ranks of the more highly respected Assassins of the Guild. On the day of the Empresses' Parade, a group of them were contracted by the City Guard to keep an eye on the proceedings when the Empress paraded through the city. Nerom was among the few asked to go, and he was honoured to be given the task. Protecting the Empress, that had to be one of the most honourable jobs to have. How could he refuse?
It was agreed the Assassin's would work in shifts, starting from when the Empress began her Parade to when she finished, then they would be dismissed and the City Guard would take over from them for the night. Nerom was asked to work in the morning, the time at which she was most vulnerable, as the crowd was at its largest. His shift was relatively quiet. He hopped from rooftop to rooftop, keeping a watchful eye on both the Empress and the crowds, but nothing of interest came to pass, and he was soon relieved from his duty. In the afternoon, he joined in the celebrations of the parade but soon got bored and headed to The Rat's Tail, the most popular Inn in the city. There, he drank away the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening, where he found his curiosity piqued by an old man sitting at a table with an ever increasing crowd gathering around him. And so, Nerom stood up from his place at the bar and sauntered over, taking a seat amongst the crowd, and listening to his story.
Weapon of Choice:
Nerom favours his dagger (pictured), and uses it in almost every aspect of his profession. He prefers the up-close-and-personal feeling it gives him when he tends to his targets, often taking delight in watching their eyes betray them and their inner thoughts.
Occasionally, he may be seen using a crossbow to take down enemies from afar, and on even rare occasions be seen with a sword in his hand, but it is his dagger that is his true combat companion.
Powers & Abilities:
~Pickpocket & Lockpicking Extraordinaire~
If ever you were to need a lockpicking, or an item retrieved from somebody who keeps it on their person at all times, Nerom's your man..or rather, elf, for the job. He is well known for his light fingers and ability to bypass almost any lock he comes across.
~Magic~
Being an Elf, Nerom has an affinity for magic, and sometimes uses it to aid him during his contracts. Often, he will use it to make his footsteps quieter, or perhaps blur the senses of guards surrounding a building he needs to get into, making it easier to sneak by. He rarely uses it to wound people, and will sometimes use it to heal himself or others if the situation calls for it. He is unable to use magic for long periods of time however, and is often fatigued if he uses it for longer than he should.
Relationships:
Rwantu DeGrasse - Mother
-Deceased-
Ghalin - Former Master
-Deceased-
Assassin's Guild Members
-Acquaintances-
Other:
Nothing at this time.
I'm too tired to post a CS tonight. I'll have 1 up tomorrow.
Torack The Golden Apple
Member
Seen
3 days ago
Name:
Bruce Stronghart
Age:
33
Appearance:
credit goes to TawnyFritz on DeviantArt
Race:
Human
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class:
Warrior
Profession:
War General
Personality:
~Optimist//Idealist~
Bruce sees the good in everyone and doesn't believe that anyone or anything is wholly evil. To think that something was wholly evil, in his mind, would be an affront to the immortals as it would mean that they allowed something out of their control into their beloved world. Because of this, he is a cheery fellow who always try to see the best in most situations. Bruce is thoroughly convinced that goodness will come out of every situation, no matter how bleak or destructive.
~Narcissist//Full-of-Himself~
Bruce is strong, powerful, handsome, and a general. Narcissism comes naturally to him. No one can love Bruce as Bruce loves himself and he makes sure everyone around understands that. He is constantly praising himself for the smallest and greatest achievements and never fails to explain to people just how amazing he is. Of course, he understands that at some points this can annoy people, and thus he usually expresses his narcissistic side as a sort of joke.
~Charming//Intelligent~
If you're going to say one thing about Bruce, say that he's charming. Despite being considered one of the strictest generals in Kathar's army, he believes leniency outside of the military is a must, and does this by showing off his charm and quick tongue.
Coupled with his charm is his intelligence. He is a skilled tactician in warfare, learned in sciences and mathematics, and a decent merchant if he puts his mind to it. People are quick to assume warriors with thick armour and large muscles are brutes with little to no knowledge, and Bruce learned the value of knowledge at a young age from an unlikely group of urchins and began teaching himself for his own gains.
Biography:
Bruce grew up raised only by a single mother with three other siblings, their father having died in battle against a bandit raid. As he was growing up, his mother used to tell them tales of their father's great achievements and what a great soldier he was. Bruce, at a young and tender age, made a promise to himself that he would become a soldier like his father and began "training" every afternoon and evening on trees and other kids, constantly getting into fights and causing all sorts of trouble.
At the age of eight he joined a street gang comprised of rebellious kids, street urchins, and older teens who had nothing better to do with their time. His presence in the gang grew throughout the years and at the age of eleven he was voted on as it's leader where the gang experienced it's most prosperous period yet. With Bruce as it's leader, the gang raided the local bakery, butcher, and various other buildings to get their hands on items and trinkets to sell to other merchants. However, as the gang grew, the city guards grew tougher within the area and eventually at the age of fifteen, Bruce thought it best to disband the gang before they all ended up dead. A few agreed with his idea, while most called him cowardly and unreasonable.
After he left the gang he signed up for the military along with a few members from his previous gang. It was clear from day one that his superiors thought very little of him and they made sure that he knew it by abusing his rights and making him do the most menial tasks. However, his goal to become as great as his father drove him to mostly ignore his superior's bullying and practice relentlessly to prove his worth as a man and a soldier. It eventually paid off as his rank within the army grew quickly and was promoted to Captain at the age of twenty.
Around that time he took a year off to go back to his family and check up on them, revisiting his younger siblings to note that one of them had joined the second oldest, a young woman, joined the assassin's guild, and the next joined the merchant's guild while the last, a boy, stayed behind to watch over their dying mother. He told his youngest sibling to go and pursue his dream while he took over for him and towards the end of the year witnessed his mother's death.
The siblings all came back together after Bruce sent them word of their mother's death and once the burial was complete, he went back to the army and they welcomed him back with open arms. Inside, he partook leading in a few raids and skirmishes, proving his tactical prowess which eventually got him to be promoted to general at the age 31. Most thought his promotion to be a poor choice, mostly the older generals, but despite the prostests he wasn't demoted and continued to be a general and one of the most influential amongst them.
When the party drew near, the Empress sent a letter of invitation to him to join her at the party and to feast with her during the afternoon, as a recognition of his amazing feats within the army. He gladly accepted the invitation and once the feast was over and the sun was beginning to set, he went to the Rat's Tail with a few of his former gang mates where they saw a crowd forming around an old storyteller and decided to listen in.
Weapon of Choice:
Bastard Sword
Powers & Abilities:
~Supreme Tactician & Warrior~
Bruce's tactical skills are surpassed by only a few individuals within the kingdom and he is often considered as something of a prodigy. Spending more than half of his life within the army have given him skills and intuition often unknown to most bandits and mercenaries; his discipline, strength, and skills make him a formidable enemy and an equally great ally.
~Leadership~
One of the main focuses of the military is leadership, and being a general within the army proves Bruce to be a capable and well talented leader. He is cool under stress, quick of mind, and uses all of his skills to dish out orders that will give the best possible outcome of any situation.
~Magic~
Although his magic isn't the greatest as his main focus is on melee combat, but it is enough to heal himself from small wounds such as minor cuts, bruises, and injuries related to that. However using even that tires him out extraordinarily quickly, and because of that he uses it sparingly. He also has the minor ability of slightly intimidating his enemies with a small aura, causing those weak of mind to cower from his presence.
Relationships:
Luther Tamehart - Father
-deceased-
Lara Tamehart - Mother
-deceased-
Fiona Tamehart - Sister
-within the Assassin's Guild-
Connor Tamehart - Brother
-with the Merchant's Guild-
Bran Tamehart - Brother
-A mercenary-
Other:
Bruce has an unnatural love for apple pie; it is often joked that should the enemy leader present Bruce with apple pie during a war he would stop it in order to eat the pie and continue it once he was done.
Cerise Mansfield
Age:
26
Appearance:
Race:
Human
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class:
Mage
Profession:
Noble Healer
Personality:
~Level-headed/Calm~
In general, Cerise maintains a calm demeanor, even if she is panicking internally. As the oldest child and a caregiver for the ill, she learned that it is always important to keep a cool exterior and to assure others that they are safe in order to maintain order. By keeping her emotions in check, she can make decisions based on the most logical solution.
~Cold/Distant~
A seemingly unusual trait for a healer, Cerise can often seem as if she keeps others at a distance. However, she does this only in their best interest, as she believes that it is an important step towards not becoming emotional when someone is ill or hurt so that she can do her best work to help them. To her, healing is a science that must be approached empirically. Getting too attached or too emotional with her patients will only lead her to make more errors.
~Logical/Intelligent~
As mentioned previously, Cerise's typical approach to problems is to use logic. Over the past six years she has spent living within the castle walls, she has read almost the entire palace library. She has a hunger for knowledge and is always eager to learn more, as she sees her knowledge as being practical and applicable to her daily life. She finds use and meaning in everything she learns, even things she learns from fictional stories.
~Stubborn/Spoiled~
Cerise grew up being idolized for her talents. As a result, she doesn't take criticism too well, if she takes it at all. She doesn't like being told by others how to do things and believes that her method is always right. Even in areas she admits she doesn't have much proficiency in, such as sword-fighting, she is slow to warm to the idea of criticism. It takes a very patient and tolerant trainer to teach Cerise.
~Family-oriented~
In her very core, Cerise loves her family, and it is the only thing that she allows herself to get emotional about. She is also slightly self-conscious of her strong feelings when it comes to her family, but she will defend them with all her being.
Biography:
Cerise was born and raised in the port town of Ronin, where she was the only trusted healer by the age of sixteen. She was following in the footsteps of her mother, Mara, who had become too ill to work. She learned magic by watching her mother as a child. Mara was a very gentle and soft-spoken women, and as a result, her magic was gentle and soft-spoken.
Around Cerise's 20th birthday, Mara passed away, leaving her and her father to care for her four younger siblings. However, they were fairly poor, living off only Cerise's earnings as a healer and her father's earnings as a fisherman and with six mouths to feed. They survived together, though, and were generally happy.
Several months after Mara's death, two guards from the palace in Kathar approached Ronin. They had heard rumors of a mage with considerable potential living in those parts, and they had arrived to recruit her. They explained that the Empress was growing old and frail, and that she needed a healer to stay by her side at all times to ensure her good health. They promised Cerise and her family comfort and wealth for the rest of their days, if only Cerise would leave immediately with them to Kathar to beginning her training and work. They also promised to teach her more extensive magic, something she had little experience with. Cerise barely hesitated to leave. She wanted what was best for her family, but she was also excited by the idea of learning new things and seeing places beyond her small port town.
Now having lived in the palace of Kathar for six years, she's become accustomed to the lifestyle of a noble, and has perhaps become a bit spoiled as a result, but never forgets her roots. She has also become an incredibly skilled white mage. Unlike her mother, she went beyond simple healing spells and learned to use magic in the defense of herself and others. Her mentor, an old mage named Kuzin, taught her that magic is so powerful and rare that it should never be used to lash out at others. Instead, it should be used to defend and protect those you love and treasure. To this day, Cerise take her mentor's message to heart as best as she can, but can't help but feel overwhelmed with how much power she has and how little she feels she actually does with it. On the day of the Empress's assassination, Cerise was only rooms away, and was the first to find her dead, alerting the guards with her screams.
Weapon of Choice:
Generally unarmed, but carries a staff to channel her magic when she travels outside the kingdom
Powers & Abilities:
~Healing~
Cerise's healing abilities are considered to be at the level of expertise. She can heal using magic alone, or with the use of herbs and potions.
~Herbology/Potion-making~
Cerise knows how to identify and use plants in the wild to heal ailments, such as poisoning. She can also use these plants to make potions that can heal or harm others in various ways.
~Magic~
Cerise has as a strong understanding of light magic and can effectively apply her knowledge in moments of danger. She can create force-fields and barriers, manipulate refracting light to strike enemies, and even temporarily cloak herself or others to be unseen by enemies, among other more minor skills.
Relationships:
Mara Mansfield - Mother
-deceased-
Calvin Mansfield - Father
-Fisherman living in Ronin-
Quinn Mansfield - Younger sister (age 16)
Luc Mansfield - Younger brother (age 21)
Oliver Mansfield - Younger brother (age 14)
Noelle Mansfield - Younger sister (age 12)
VoiD Perpetually mediocre
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name:
Haljon
Age:
34
Appearance:
Race:
Human
Allegiance:
Follower of Erthantis
Class:
Warrior
Profession:
Mercenary Knight
Personality:
Haljon is an affable, boisterous character whose mood is rarely darkened. However, he is always in state of pain and rage, and the face he puts on in public is mostly for show to hide this fact. Though he is rarely grim, and makes for a hearty companion otherwise, he is a terrifying man when his public persona is dropped. Haljon is brave and loyal to a fault, a rare thing to find in sellswords such as him. He lives for the thrill of combat, especially with whom he deems a worthy foe; which is a rare thing.
Biography:
Haljon was born into an impoverished noble house with a small amount of land to it's name, his father a Knight of some renown and his mother of low-nobility. From a young age, Haljon had a keen interest in martial pursuits, and could often be found sparring in the courtyard or against other boys, including commoners (though this detail was much frowned upon by his mother). His father began teaching him swordplay at age seven, and while he mainly focused on these lessons, he also managed to learn to read and write, though his penmanship is horrid and his reading laughably slow. Haljon learned basic manners and some arithmetic, though he was never good at either. However, Haljon proved to have a keen eye for strategy and tactics, and he adored military history.
Haljon was formerly taken into his father's tutelage at age fourteen. By this time Haljon was the size of a full-grown man, and his growth showed no signs of slowing. By sixteen he would be taller than his father, who was considered a fairly large man, and by eighteen he would reach his full height of nearly seven feet tall. Along with his enormous size came a tremendous strength, and he was often compared to an ox in that respect. Haljon also proved to be a more than competent swordsman, and one with a surprising amount of speed and agility. Coupled with both a weight and reach advantage, he proved to be quite the formidable foe after he was formally knighted in his twenty-first year.
However, his father's liege-lord was apparently quite power hungry, and decided he was in a prime position to rebel against the Empire and forge a Kingdom of his own. As a vassal of this lord, his father was obligated to obey, and thus Haljon found himself marching to war against the forces of the Empire, much to his dismay. The war was, as could be expected, brutal and swift; the rebellion was crushed mercilessly in a single great battle, the rebellious lord slain on the field. His parents were executed for high treason, though Haljon was spared. Apparently he had acquitted himself quite well in the battle, and he was given the option of swearing fealty to a new lord. With little choice, Haljon accepted, swore an oath, and, in the dark of the night, absconded away to a nearby town. There he bought a horse and traveled to a far corner of the Empire, near it's very frontiers.
He drank away his grief and sorrow in a tavern, selling his horse and most of his clothes and armor to support his new-found love of ale. The only thing he kept was his sword Limbcleaver, a gift from his father. At some point whilst he was drowning his misery in the cups, he was approached by a man who introduced himself as Rikard, the leader of a mercenary company of some renown. He offered Haljon a place in the company, which Haljon accepted with a significant lack of grace. Over the next several years he traveled, fought, bled, ate, shit, and sweated with the company. He learned new skills and made many friends, some of which he believed to be his companions for life. OVer time the company became more and more famous, and thus their services were required by wealthier and more powerful men. Their battles became harder, but they endured and became stronger from it. Until, however, a day came when they were simply far too outnumbered. Rikard had insisted that they could handle any foe, and thus they found themselves surrounded on one lonely hilltop by three times their number. The company fought long and hard, but their numbers slowly dwindled; and although they killed two for every one they lost, they fell one-by-one until not a single one of them was left standing.
Haljon had slain a dozen or more of the enemy, and was only taken down after he was knocked over a shallow cliff ace onto several rocks below. He was presumed dead, but in reality alive, albeit gravely injured. He cursed the nine as he fled the aftermath, and once again turned to the cups to drown his sorrow in. Over time, a deep-seated hatred of the Immortal Nine took root in Haljon's soul, blaming them for the deaths of his parents and brothers-in-arms. He dreamed of the day he could take his vengeance, and that day seemed to come a few short weeks later in the form of a robed man. He spoke to Haljon of Erthantis and his followers and offered them a place in their ranks, and of course he accepted, recalling Rikard approaching him in the same manner, years ago...
Weapon of Choice:
Limbcleaver, his massive five-foot steel longsword.
Powers & Abilities:
Haljon is an excellent tactician and soldier, but has little talent in anything else. He also knows how to ride a horse proficiently, and his tremendous strength coupled with his large height give him a significant advantage in any sword-fight, on top of his already impressive swordsmanship. Haljon knows enough magic to heal minor wounds, but his magical talent does not extend any farther than that. Though some may consider him dim, in reality he is a quick, logical thinker; though sometimes his choices may be clouded by emotion. He can read and write passingly and knows quite a bit about military history.
Relationships:
-Father (deceased)
-Mother (deceased)
-Rikard (deceased)
-Other company members (deceased)
Other:
N/A
GM
Torack - My only issue is that you've written 'Queen' instead of Empress. However, if you fix this, your character is accepted!
River - Your character is accepted!
As for anyone else wishing to post a CS or already has a spot reserved, I'm not forcing you, but having a couple of Followers of Erthantis wouldn't be a bad thing...we don't want to overpower the good side too much ;)
River - Your character is accepted!
As for anyone else wishing to post a CS or already has a spot reserved, I'm not forcing you, but having a couple of Followers of Erthantis wouldn't be a bad thing...we don't want to overpower the good side too much ;)
Torack The Golden Apple
Member
Seen
3 days ago
Whoops I fixed it. It was like 3 am or so, so you'll have to forgive me for that! :P
GM
Then you may consider yourself accepted. I'll update the list later
Hold up! Im Join this sexy...ehmmm...FINE! Rp ;3
The Mad Hatter ... All the best people are
Member
Seen
10 mos ago
I may make a character for this. Consider this a reserved spot until otherwise noted.
.:EDIT:.
Name:
Annekra Blyuthstyl
Age:
Forty-two.
Race:
Gryorga
The Gryorgan bodily structure is mostly humanoid. They are more muscular, in the sense that gaining muscle is easier for them than it is for humans and that growing fat or even just heavy is next to impossible. Their bones are stronger, thicker and heavier than human bones, almost as if they were made from rock.
Their skin is course and rough to touch, much like running your hand over a piece of sandpaper. It varies greatly in color; from dark brown to almost-white gray.
Almost all Gryorga have freckle-like spots on their shoulders, hips, hand and feet. Some have them other places, such as the face or the back, as well.
Their hair is thicker and courser than most human hair and come in the same variety of color as human hair, with gray and white being normal colors, as well.
Their eyes are made up of only pupil, which gives them excellent night vision, but also makes them incredibly sensitive to light and sunlight in particular. They are nocturnal by nature, though some choose to roam the daylight.
A Gyrorgan tail is made of their rock-like bones; an extension of their spinal cord, which is just as visible as their tail. Despite the appearance of the structure, the entire spine is actually covered in a layer of hard, transparent muscle and a layer of course, transparent skin.
Gryorga have antlers growing from their hairline; these antlers follow the shape of their scalps until their puberty. Depending on the age that a Gryorga hit puberty, their antlers may be more or less curved. The antlers seem to serve no actual purpose, other than determining maturity and/or attractiveness.
Gryorga males are usually taller and leaner than Gryorga females, but their antlers usually grow bigger and wider.
Gryorga have a longer living span than humans. They are considered “children” until they hit puberty, when their antlers stop following the shape of their scalp, which happens sometime between the age of thirty and the age of fifty. They are then “teenagers” until they mature, when their antlers stop growing, which varies from just a decade to a full century. Once they are matured, they seem to stop aging.
Both Gryorgan males and females are able to carry children. Male Gryorga, however, can only carry male children, whereas female Gryorga can carry both males and females. Male Gryorga cannot breastfeed their children and male Gryorgan pregnancy cannot happen by “accident”; in fact, it is a quite odd ritual.
As per tradition, Gryorgan children's surnames are decided by which parent carries them. Their surname will be their “mother”'s first name followed by -tyl if the carrier was a female and by -tael if the carrier was male.
Gryorgan attractiveness is decided by the size of the antlers; especially for the males. Wide hips, large feet and large “freckles” are also considered attractive.
Large breasts, for females, are considered unattractive as is visible muscle mass for both males and females.
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class:
Warrior & Merchant
Profession:
Weapon Smith
Personality:
>Curious/Nosy<
Annekra is very curious about almost everything. She has an urge to know every- and all things that are going on around her. More often than not, people find this behavior annoying and state her to be nosy.
>Protective/Loyal<
By nature, most Gryorga are very protective of their kin, be they close family or a different “tribe” altogether. They are especially protective of their mates and children and will oftentimes sacrifice themselves in order to keep those they hold dear safe.
Such a bond can, obviously, also be made outside of their own kind. What we call “friends”, a Gryorga will call an “Illyu”, which roughly translates into an “off-kin”. They treat these “Illyu” like they would their own children.
>Social/Talkative<
Annekra loves to meet new people and she loves it even better to get to know these people. She wants nothing more than for everyone to be her friend. She even tends to butt into other people's conversations in an attempt to get to know them and their situations.
>Ill-tempered<
Unlike what most people would believe when first meeting Annekra, she has a temper that is not to be messed with. It does not take much to tick her off and when she does, she will throw tables around and scream bloody murder.
Annekra was born during the late summertime, just as the fruits on the trees and bushes were ready to pluck and eat. For the first two weeks of her life, her mother carried her around without ever putting her down. She even slept curved around her newborn daughter. Even her mate and son were not allowed to touch the little female. For three weeks after that, only the father was allowed near the child. Then the son. When Annekra was three months old, her mother finally allowed for the rest of their family to see her.
Annekra was the first female to be born for close to a century. This was not uncommon, though. Many a time had it taken several decades before another female would be born, but the Elders of their tribe had begun worrying.
For the first few years of her life, Annekra had nothing to do but grow, as per Gryorgan customs. Children were to play and grow; no reason to worry their little heads with anything more than that. Some races had their children work or train to become adults, but the Gryorga saw no reason for that; with the length of their lives, there was no rush.
So Annekra grew. Her older brother, Marvia, mocked her about her height; he stood a whole head taller than her, despite him being just a few months older. Annekra, however, was stronger and easily wrestled her brother's face to the dirt. He did not find that funny in the least. Their parents explained to them that it was normal; males were taller than females and females were stronger than males. It was just the course of nature.
By the time Annekra was fifteen, she was done growing. She reached her brother to the chest, but could still ground him like a feather. Her younger brother, Petli, who was six years younger than her had already outgrown her. She could ground him, too.
She had discovered that her small, compact body was easier to maneuver than their long, lean limbs. She could dance around them like a bee circling a flower and they could never touch her.
Her mother, the Weapon Smith of their little village, chose her twentieth birthday to hand Annekra a hammer and smoldering piece of iron for the first time. Annekra thought it was fun. She was a quick learner, too. It was just around her thirtieth birthday that she was promoted from apprentice to courier. She was to transport the weapons to the places they were to be sold.
For nearly a decade, Annekra spent more time away from her family than she did with it. Whenever she was home, she and her brothers would sleep in a pile on their living room floor, rather than their respective beds. It was never long before she had to travel away once more, though.
Many a time, during her travels, did she come upon a group of bandits out to loot her wares. Luckily, she was strong as an ox and would allow no such things. The ones with blades, though, tended to be a bit problematic.
On one of her periods in her home village, she took it upon herself to make some weapons that she could defend herself with. Even if her skin and muscle served like a protection to her inner workings, it still hurt very badly to be cut and it took several months to heal. This was when she made her curved hunting knives. She learned how to use them in real-life situations during her travels.
Her antlers stopped following the curve of her head when she was thirty-eight. There was a party to celebrate the end of her childhood and the beginning of her journey to maturity. Her brother, Marvia, had yet to reach puberty, so Annekra was smug about it. It was a joyous occasion, nonetheless, and ever her brother found it in his heart to be happy for her.
Not that long ago; a month perhaps, at most, Annekra was asked to go to Kathar. Thinking it was a normal courier job, Annekra immediately agreed. Only when she saw the proud sadness in her mother's eyes, did she realize that she would not be returning from this task. She had been asked to smith weapons for the city; the City Guards, even.
She slept in a pile with her brother's, that morning, much to their delight. She left before the sun had set without a goodbye to anyone. It was simply too much, saying goodbye. With a bag full of weapons and the letter from the city, she left her home behind without plans to ever return.
Weapon of Choice:
Annekra carries with her more than a few weapons.
She carries a pair of curved hunting knives in sheathes on the back of her belt as her main weapons of choice.
Her other weapons are in her duffel bag.
Powers & Abilities:
-=Weapon Smithing=-
As the daughter of a weapons smith, Annekra was taught how to make weapons, how to tell metals apart and to see the quality, or lack thereof, of a blade. With their keen eyesight and incredible muscle mass, Gryorga are known to be some of the best Weapon Smiths around.
-=Enhanced Strength and Durability=-
Like any and all other Gryorga, Annekra is much stronger than a human. Her muscle mass is much thicker and more compact, like a bullet-proof vest below her skin. That, along with her thick bones and hard skin make her about as tough as a rock.
-=Knife Wielding=-
As taught by her trade, Annekra carries a weapon on her person at all times; her usual choice being a pair of curved hunting knives. She is quite talented at the use of these and her compact build allows her swift movement for the use of them.
Relationships:
Mother – Blyuths Tannematyl
Father – Greplia Oprelahtyl
Oldest brother – Marvia Grepliatael
Younger brother – Petli Blyuthstyl
Youngest brother – Nianda Blyuthstyl
Other:
Dictionary
"Illyu" - The Gryorgan word "Illyu" is a word they use for friends, though the bond they are describing is much stronger, like a sibling or a child. "Illyu" roughly translates into "off-kin".
"-tyl" - "-tyl" is the ending of the surname given to a Gryorga that has been carried by their mother. Their surname will be the mother's first name followed by "-tyl".
"-tael" - "-tael" is the ending of the surname given to a Gryorga that has been carried by their father. Their surname will be their father's first name followed by "-tael".
"Threabon" - "Threabon" is an expression used by Gryorga that expresses the burning sensation in their eyes when it is too light out. Also used as a word for "day".
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Name:
Annekra Blyuthstyl
Age:
Forty-two.
Race:
Gryorga
The Gryorgan bodily structure is mostly humanoid. They are more muscular, in the sense that gaining muscle is easier for them than it is for humans and that growing fat or even just heavy is next to impossible. Their bones are stronger, thicker and heavier than human bones, almost as if they were made from rock.
Their skin is course and rough to touch, much like running your hand over a piece of sandpaper. It varies greatly in color; from dark brown to almost-white gray.
Almost all Gryorga have freckle-like spots on their shoulders, hips, hand and feet. Some have them other places, such as the face or the back, as well.
Their hair is thicker and courser than most human hair and come in the same variety of color as human hair, with gray and white being normal colors, as well.
Their eyes are made up of only pupil, which gives them excellent night vision, but also makes them incredibly sensitive to light and sunlight in particular. They are nocturnal by nature, though some choose to roam the daylight.
A Gyrorgan tail is made of their rock-like bones; an extension of their spinal cord, which is just as visible as their tail. Despite the appearance of the structure, the entire spine is actually covered in a layer of hard, transparent muscle and a layer of course, transparent skin.
Gryorga have antlers growing from their hairline; these antlers follow the shape of their scalps until their puberty. Depending on the age that a Gryorga hit puberty, their antlers may be more or less curved. The antlers seem to serve no actual purpose, other than determining maturity and/or attractiveness.
Gryorga males are usually taller and leaner than Gryorga females, but their antlers usually grow bigger and wider.
Gryorga have a longer living span than humans. They are considered “children” until they hit puberty, when their antlers stop following the shape of their scalp, which happens sometime between the age of thirty and the age of fifty. They are then “teenagers” until they mature, when their antlers stop growing, which varies from just a decade to a full century. Once they are matured, they seem to stop aging.
Both Gryorgan males and females are able to carry children. Male Gryorga, however, can only carry male children, whereas female Gryorga can carry both males and females. Male Gryorga cannot breastfeed their children and male Gryorgan pregnancy cannot happen by “accident”; in fact, it is a quite odd ritual.
As per tradition, Gryorgan children's surnames are decided by which parent carries them. Their surname will be their “mother”'s first name followed by -tyl if the carrier was a female and by -tael if the carrier was male.
Gryorgan attractiveness is decided by the size of the antlers; especially for the males. Wide hips, large feet and large “freckles” are also considered attractive.
Large breasts, for females, are considered unattractive as is visible muscle mass for both males and females.
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class:
Warrior & Merchant
Profession:
Weapon Smith
Personality:
>Curious/Nosy<
Annekra is very curious about almost everything. She has an urge to know every- and all things that are going on around her. More often than not, people find this behavior annoying and state her to be nosy.
>Protective/Loyal<
By nature, most Gryorga are very protective of their kin, be they close family or a different “tribe” altogether. They are especially protective of their mates and children and will oftentimes sacrifice themselves in order to keep those they hold dear safe.
Such a bond can, obviously, also be made outside of their own kind. What we call “friends”, a Gryorga will call an “Illyu”, which roughly translates into an “off-kin”. They treat these “Illyu” like they would their own children.
>Social/Talkative<
Annekra loves to meet new people and she loves it even better to get to know these people. She wants nothing more than for everyone to be her friend. She even tends to butt into other people's conversations in an attempt to get to know them and their situations.
>Ill-tempered<
Unlike what most people would believe when first meeting Annekra, she has a temper that is not to be messed with. It does not take much to tick her off and when she does, she will throw tables around and scream bloody murder.
Annekra was born during the late summertime, just as the fruits on the trees and bushes were ready to pluck and eat. For the first two weeks of her life, her mother carried her around without ever putting her down. She even slept curved around her newborn daughter. Even her mate and son were not allowed to touch the little female. For three weeks after that, only the father was allowed near the child. Then the son. When Annekra was three months old, her mother finally allowed for the rest of their family to see her.
Annekra was the first female to be born for close to a century. This was not uncommon, though. Many a time had it taken several decades before another female would be born, but the Elders of their tribe had begun worrying.
For the first few years of her life, Annekra had nothing to do but grow, as per Gryorgan customs. Children were to play and grow; no reason to worry their little heads with anything more than that. Some races had their children work or train to become adults, but the Gryorga saw no reason for that; with the length of their lives, there was no rush.
So Annekra grew. Her older brother, Marvia, mocked her about her height; he stood a whole head taller than her, despite him being just a few months older. Annekra, however, was stronger and easily wrestled her brother's face to the dirt. He did not find that funny in the least. Their parents explained to them that it was normal; males were taller than females and females were stronger than males. It was just the course of nature.
By the time Annekra was fifteen, she was done growing. She reached her brother to the chest, but could still ground him like a feather. Her younger brother, Petli, who was six years younger than her had already outgrown her. She could ground him, too.
She had discovered that her small, compact body was easier to maneuver than their long, lean limbs. She could dance around them like a bee circling a flower and they could never touch her.
Her mother, the Weapon Smith of their little village, chose her twentieth birthday to hand Annekra a hammer and smoldering piece of iron for the first time. Annekra thought it was fun. She was a quick learner, too. It was just around her thirtieth birthday that she was promoted from apprentice to courier. She was to transport the weapons to the places they were to be sold.
For nearly a decade, Annekra spent more time away from her family than she did with it. Whenever she was home, she and her brothers would sleep in a pile on their living room floor, rather than their respective beds. It was never long before she had to travel away once more, though.
Many a time, during her travels, did she come upon a group of bandits out to loot her wares. Luckily, she was strong as an ox and would allow no such things. The ones with blades, though, tended to be a bit problematic.
On one of her periods in her home village, she took it upon herself to make some weapons that she could defend herself with. Even if her skin and muscle served like a protection to her inner workings, it still hurt very badly to be cut and it took several months to heal. This was when she made her curved hunting knives. She learned how to use them in real-life situations during her travels.
Her antlers stopped following the curve of her head when she was thirty-eight. There was a party to celebrate the end of her childhood and the beginning of her journey to maturity. Her brother, Marvia, had yet to reach puberty, so Annekra was smug about it. It was a joyous occasion, nonetheless, and ever her brother found it in his heart to be happy for her.
Not that long ago; a month perhaps, at most, Annekra was asked to go to Kathar. Thinking it was a normal courier job, Annekra immediately agreed. Only when she saw the proud sadness in her mother's eyes, did she realize that she would not be returning from this task. She had been asked to smith weapons for the city; the City Guards, even.
She slept in a pile with her brother's, that morning, much to their delight. She left before the sun had set without a goodbye to anyone. It was simply too much, saying goodbye. With a bag full of weapons and the letter from the city, she left her home behind without plans to ever return.
Weapon of Choice:
Annekra carries with her more than a few weapons.
She carries a pair of curved hunting knives in sheathes on the back of her belt as her main weapons of choice.
Her other weapons are in her duffel bag.
Powers & Abilities:
-=Weapon Smithing=-
As the daughter of a weapons smith, Annekra was taught how to make weapons, how to tell metals apart and to see the quality, or lack thereof, of a blade. With their keen eyesight and incredible muscle mass, Gryorga are known to be some of the best Weapon Smiths around.
-=Enhanced Strength and Durability=-
Like any and all other Gryorga, Annekra is much stronger than a human. Her muscle mass is much thicker and more compact, like a bullet-proof vest below her skin. That, along with her thick bones and hard skin make her about as tough as a rock.
-=Knife Wielding=-
As taught by her trade, Annekra carries a weapon on her person at all times; her usual choice being a pair of curved hunting knives. She is quite talented at the use of these and her compact build allows her swift movement for the use of them.
Relationships:
Mother – Blyuths Tannematyl
Father – Greplia Oprelahtyl
Oldest brother – Marvia Grepliatael
Younger brother – Petli Blyuthstyl
Youngest brother – Nianda Blyuthstyl
Other:
Dictionary
"Illyu" - The Gryorgan word "Illyu" is a word they use for friends, though the bond they are describing is much stronger, like a sibling or a child. "Illyu" roughly translates into "off-kin".
"-tyl" - "-tyl" is the ending of the surname given to a Gryorga that has been carried by their mother. Their surname will be the mother's first name followed by "-tyl".
"-tael" - "-tael" is the ending of the surname given to a Gryorga that has been carried by their father. Their surname will be their father's first name followed by "-tael".
"Threabon" - "Threabon" is an expression used by Gryorga that expresses the burning sensation in their eyes when it is too light out. Also used as a word for "day".
Name:
Aurora Floren Eveneens
Age
16
Appearance
Outfit -
Race
Human
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class
Mage
Profession
Battle-Mage
Personality
Quiet/Shy <> Aurora, born in a small town her mother and father kept her out
telling stories of people killing and tearing each other apart. These stories went
on through-out her life..and now she is scared of humanity. Though many people
have attempted to help her meet new people to try and overcome her fear. A lack
of socializing leads to a quiet life, standing in her bedroom all day, doing simply
nothing. Quiet as she only stays inside and outside when needed.
Optimistic/Un-Trustful <> Though she is scared of humanity she attempts to be happy
of life, hoping and encouraging others. As she is very hopeful of the future that many bring.
Aurora is very untrustful of others, stories from her childhood had..her not even trust a soul
unless they were her parents.
Loyal <> Once Aurora gets to know a person its as if she is attached to them like a sticker.
Staying by there side at all times and protecting them if needed. Like a small companion
those who are loyal to her are recalled as Friends
Ambitious <> Aurora is very ambitious when she is alone, completing many goals when she
is in this type of mood. As she works harder and harder than most. Cooking, cleaning, fishing,
seemingly everything can be done when she is in this mood. Though she has some longer goal
that she hopes someday completes but first has to build the base of these goals.
Cheerful <> As she is able to get to know someone she will oftenly smile and be more active around
them, friends who do know her, know the hapy side of her..as she is very friendly and calming when
she is near her friends or her relatives. Active...as always she would always be talkative and hyper
around them.
Biography
(6-11yr)
Aurora born in the north of a cold area, "Hamuri" which is known for growing various, unique types of trees.
As Aurora was a child her mother and father teached her about 'humans' which they stold stories of
men and women sucking blood, ripping each others guts out. Aurora, stunned by these stories she had stayed
alone from humanity itself with only for her moher and father to care for her.
(11yr)
As Aurora got older she began to learn something odd, unatural to human life, mahoi-magic, it was very odd
to learn learning spells that were dangerous....but passive at the same time, seemingly young at the time
she learned how to fight but also heal the wounds..of others. Though know one had teached her this
magic she had naturaly summoned it. Odd it was, keeping as a secret from her parents she would
live on..keeping a secret.
(13yr)
Times seemed to get worst for her family. Her father became ill as he..began to get treated by my
mother the cold was swirming around...floating like an insect holding all the virus to kill man/woman
itself. Her father died that day..once he got the sickness..died of the flu, cold it was...as my mother
left me. Leaving the house in an instant with my dads body....were am I going to go?
(13-present)
After the incident, many of the nearby neighbors..had gotten worried as they began dropping by
the small cottage that I lived in. Aurora, scared for her life she needed to go, only packing a few
foods and a red cloak to support her in the cloak. Years and years of walking in the dephs of the
earth. Suddenly a 'special' years came..an odd year it was..meeting up with people that supported
the immortal nine, guessing this was my large step...It was time for me.
Weapon of Choice
Aurora has no weapon of choice but she does
defend her self with a few spells up her sleeve.
Powers & Abilities
Healing - Aurora has began to heal, healing others if needed...though still scared she is barely
skilled to heal anyone yet, only having much force to only heal scars and scraps on the skin.
Magic - Having a very, unknown understanding of magic as she has trained herself to study magic
physically. Though she doesn't use the elements or any sub-elements, using sound as her defense.
Sound magic is very unique as the user can stun or hurt..the opponent with large, banshee, like
screams.
Relationships
Having no relationship as she only relates to herself.
Though she is fixing to meet the 'people'. Currently
though she has know one that she currently knows.
Other:
If the RP is full then, mind keeping this reserved?
Aurora Floren Eveneens
Age
16
Appearance
Outfit -
Race
Human
Allegiance:
Supporter of the Immortal Nine
Class
Mage
Profession
Battle-Mage
Personality
Quiet/Shy <> Aurora, born in a small town her mother and father kept her out
telling stories of people killing and tearing each other apart. These stories went
on through-out her life..and now she is scared of humanity. Though many people
have attempted to help her meet new people to try and overcome her fear. A lack
of socializing leads to a quiet life, standing in her bedroom all day, doing simply
nothing. Quiet as she only stays inside and outside when needed.
Optimistic/Un-Trustful <> Though she is scared of humanity she attempts to be happy
of life, hoping and encouraging others. As she is very hopeful of the future that many bring.
Aurora is very untrustful of others, stories from her childhood had..her not even trust a soul
unless they were her parents.
Loyal <> Once Aurora gets to know a person its as if she is attached to them like a sticker.
Staying by there side at all times and protecting them if needed. Like a small companion
those who are loyal to her are recalled as Friends
Ambitious <> Aurora is very ambitious when she is alone, completing many goals when she
is in this type of mood. As she works harder and harder than most. Cooking, cleaning, fishing,
seemingly everything can be done when she is in this mood. Though she has some longer goal
that she hopes someday completes but first has to build the base of these goals.
Cheerful <> As she is able to get to know someone she will oftenly smile and be more active around
them, friends who do know her, know the hapy side of her..as she is very friendly and calming when
she is near her friends or her relatives. Active...as always she would always be talkative and hyper
around them.
Biography
(6-11yr)
Aurora born in the north of a cold area, "Hamuri" which is known for growing various, unique types of trees.
As Aurora was a child her mother and father teached her about 'humans' which they stold stories of
men and women sucking blood, ripping each others guts out. Aurora, stunned by these stories she had stayed
alone from humanity itself with only for her moher and father to care for her.
(11yr)
As Aurora got older she began to learn something odd, unatural to human life, mahoi-magic, it was very odd
to learn learning spells that were dangerous....but passive at the same time, seemingly young at the time
she learned how to fight but also heal the wounds..of others. Though know one had teached her this
magic she had naturaly summoned it. Odd it was, keeping as a secret from her parents she would
live on..keeping a secret.
(13yr)
Times seemed to get worst for her family. Her father became ill as he..began to get treated by my
mother the cold was swirming around...floating like an insect holding all the virus to kill man/woman
itself. Her father died that day..once he got the sickness..died of the flu, cold it was...as my mother
left me. Leaving the house in an instant with my dads body....were am I going to go?
(13-present)
After the incident, many of the nearby neighbors..had gotten worried as they began dropping by
the small cottage that I lived in. Aurora, scared for her life she needed to go, only packing a few
foods and a red cloak to support her in the cloak. Years and years of walking in the dephs of the
earth. Suddenly a 'special' years came..an odd year it was..meeting up with people that supported
the immortal nine, guessing this was my large step...It was time for me.
Weapon of Choice
Aurora has no weapon of choice but she does
defend her self with a few spells up her sleeve.
Powers & Abilities
Healing - Aurora has began to heal, healing others if needed...though still scared she is barely
skilled to heal anyone yet, only having much force to only heal scars and scraps on the skin.
Magic - Having a very, unknown understanding of magic as she has trained herself to study magic
physically. Though she doesn't use the elements or any sub-elements, using sound as her defense.
Sound magic is very unique as the user can stun or hurt..the opponent with large, banshee, like
screams.
Relationships
Having no relationship as she only relates to herself.
Though she is fixing to meet the 'people'. Currently
though she has know one that she currently knows.
Other:
If the RP is full then, mind keeping this reserved?
GM
Hatter- Thank you for reserving a spot. Please PM me when your CS is completed and ready to be reviewed.
To the rest of you (and any newcomers) - I will not be accepting or rejecting any new characters until all the currently reserved spots have been edited with a CS and I have made a decision with them. This is to give the reservationists a chance to get their creation reviewed before I start taking on too many characters. I hope you don't feel I'm being unfair, but I run things on a first come, first served basis.
To those who have reserved a spot - When your CS is ready, please PM me to let me know so I can read through them and make a decision.
To the rest of you (and any newcomers) - I will not be accepting or rejecting any new characters until all the currently reserved spots have been edited with a CS and I have made a decision with them. This is to give the reservationists a chance to get their creation reviewed before I start taking on too many characters. I hope you don't feel I'm being unfair, but I run things on a first come, first served basis.
To those who have reserved a spot - When your CS is ready, please PM me to let me know so I can read through them and make a decision.
The Mad Hatter ... All the best people are
Member
Seen
10 mos ago
Yes, of course. Just a quick pick, though; how do you feel about my character's race?
GM
I see no issue with your race description, feel free to use it.
Lol, I don't even have a character, but I've already been accepted.
I should probably fix that.
I should probably fix that.
GM
Oh, no I put the current reserves in the accepted list to show people there are places to be filled before I accept any others..:o
Mind of Madness Sanity overrated
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Reserve a spot for me please, I am near done with CS.
GM
Consider yourself reserved~
Mind of Madness Sanity overrated
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Name:Jonah (No last name) Nickname: Ghost
Age: 156 (Looks like he is in early twenties)
Appearance:
Credit to Mineworker of Deviant art~
Race: Elf
Allegiance: Supporter of the Immortal nine
Class: Assassin
Profession: Strategist
Personality:
Quiet/Analyst: Jonah has never been a man of frequent words and mainly speaks with those apart of his guild those who can sympathise his need to end ones life before they know it has slipped like sand through there fingers. He is quick to assess a situation and react according to that situation, he can come up with a masterful strategy of combat before the enemy knows that a blade has been shoved through there ribs.
Talented/Quick: He has been known to surprise an opponent in battle while he wields his hald hand blades taking his young appearance for granted, to hide his elf nature he cut the tips of his ears off similar to a humans to give people the idea of humanity. He can hold his own against opponents many times larger then he is.
He is nimble and fast able to close distances between a room and to someones heart in a fraction of a second, has had many jobs where the target was a party of people and quickly went about the room cutting people down like sacks of potatoes.
Ghost: Most people other then his guild has seen him in person, those who see him usually don't live past those few seconds of seeing his white hair and blue eyes, before everything goes red and life slips out in a short agonized breath.
Biography:
Jonah was found out in the rain by a member of the Assassins guild and brought in side and cared for by a female human assassin who raised him like her own even though he was an elf. She was in her early twenties and was the child of another member of the guild who had recently died so she had taken Jonah to sooth her wounds and prevent Jonah from experiencing the same. Raised from such a young age Jonah learned the art of killing at the age of six when he pressed a dagger into the heart of a man who was attacking a women in a dark alley way, ever sense that moment Jonah would never be the same and felt his bloodlust grow day by day.
He began training night and day for many years honing his blades and preparing to one day become an assassin of the guild, when he turned thirteen he was assigned a job with another member of the guild. During the task he was to support the superior assassin with distractions and other things needed, though as a test the other member told Jonah to be the one who snuck into the room and to deal the killing blow to the target. Jonah entered the room without a word, he saw a young man, wealthy and strong sleeping soundly in his bed. He did not waste time with observing the sleeping target nor did he ponder the reason he was a target in a graceful arc he brought his blade through his targets throat spraying the walls with crimson.
From that day Jonah would be a member of the Assassins guild and carried out his tasks with quick, deadly percision that got him his nickname, Ghost. Having being an elf his mother passed well before he was considered to be an adult of his race, realizing this he toke the tips of his ears off in comemoration to his passed mother. People caught on that he did this and suspected he had done it to blend with humans better not knowing the real reason behind his purposes so he allowed them to think the way they did. He is now 156 and has lost count of the people he has killed for his guild.
On the day of the Empresses parade when the guild were assigned shifts in order to watch her and make sure things were going smoothly Jonah was blending with the crowd disguised as an old woman who was following the empress every move to make sure nothing happened. Then Jonah saw Nerom a highly respected member of his guild listening to the story of an old man, Jonah blending with the crowd joined him from the opposite side to listen to the banter of the old man.
Weapon of Choice: Two Half hand swords.
Powers & Abilities:
Magical prowess is very good as he uses his magical powers to create illusions upon his enemies, or to change his appearance to hide his actual look to avoid further issues. He in turn is an illusionist with his magic but has also been knowned to increase his movement speed with his magic.
Relationships:
Acquaintences:
Nerom Degrasse.
Other:
N/A
Age: 156 (Looks like he is in early twenties)
Appearance:
Credit to Mineworker of Deviant art~
Race: Elf
Allegiance: Supporter of the Immortal nine
Class: Assassin
Profession: Strategist
Personality:
Quiet/Analyst: Jonah has never been a man of frequent words and mainly speaks with those apart of his guild those who can sympathise his need to end ones life before they know it has slipped like sand through there fingers. He is quick to assess a situation and react according to that situation, he can come up with a masterful strategy of combat before the enemy knows that a blade has been shoved through there ribs.
Talented/Quick: He has been known to surprise an opponent in battle while he wields his hald hand blades taking his young appearance for granted, to hide his elf nature he cut the tips of his ears off similar to a humans to give people the idea of humanity. He can hold his own against opponents many times larger then he is.
He is nimble and fast able to close distances between a room and to someones heart in a fraction of a second, has had many jobs where the target was a party of people and quickly went about the room cutting people down like sacks of potatoes.
Ghost: Most people other then his guild has seen him in person, those who see him usually don't live past those few seconds of seeing his white hair and blue eyes, before everything goes red and life slips out in a short agonized breath.
Biography:
Jonah was found out in the rain by a member of the Assassins guild and brought in side and cared for by a female human assassin who raised him like her own even though he was an elf. She was in her early twenties and was the child of another member of the guild who had recently died so she had taken Jonah to sooth her wounds and prevent Jonah from experiencing the same. Raised from such a young age Jonah learned the art of killing at the age of six when he pressed a dagger into the heart of a man who was attacking a women in a dark alley way, ever sense that moment Jonah would never be the same and felt his bloodlust grow day by day.
He began training night and day for many years honing his blades and preparing to one day become an assassin of the guild, when he turned thirteen he was assigned a job with another member of the guild. During the task he was to support the superior assassin with distractions and other things needed, though as a test the other member told Jonah to be the one who snuck into the room and to deal the killing blow to the target. Jonah entered the room without a word, he saw a young man, wealthy and strong sleeping soundly in his bed. He did not waste time with observing the sleeping target nor did he ponder the reason he was a target in a graceful arc he brought his blade through his targets throat spraying the walls with crimson.
From that day Jonah would be a member of the Assassins guild and carried out his tasks with quick, deadly percision that got him his nickname, Ghost. Having being an elf his mother passed well before he was considered to be an adult of his race, realizing this he toke the tips of his ears off in comemoration to his passed mother. People caught on that he did this and suspected he had done it to blend with humans better not knowing the real reason behind his purposes so he allowed them to think the way they did. He is now 156 and has lost count of the people he has killed for his guild.
On the day of the Empresses parade when the guild were assigned shifts in order to watch her and make sure things were going smoothly Jonah was blending with the crowd disguised as an old woman who was following the empress every move to make sure nothing happened. Then Jonah saw Nerom a highly respected member of his guild listening to the story of an old man, Jonah blending with the crowd joined him from the opposite side to listen to the banter of the old man.
Weapon of Choice: Two Half hand swords.
Powers & Abilities:
Magical prowess is very good as he uses his magical powers to create illusions upon his enemies, or to change his appearance to hide his actual look to avoid further issues. He in turn is an illusionist with his magic but has also been knowned to increase his movement speed with his magic.
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Acquaintences:
Nerom Degrasse.
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