[CHAR] Six Player Fantasy RP

[McHaggis]

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[SayZun]

Name:Joshua McKenneth

Class/Role: Wizard

Appearance: Joshua has blonde hair which is of fair length. He is skinny and looks tired most of the time. His eyes are greyish and give off a friendly look.

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Weapons/Equipment:
Cloth Backpack- A basic backpack he wears to carry items like his journal, food, and etc.
Journal- A journal filled with spells and other notes Joshua observes. He usually carries it around to recall other complicated spells and or to remember new ones.
Cloak and hood- Joshua wears a cloak which descends above his knees. They cover his arms so that he can cast his spells unknowingly on an opponent. It is brown and has a few patches on it. It looks old yet still usable. On the back of it is a stitched hood on which is just there for Joshua to put on in rain, or harsh weathers.

Background:
Joshua lived a middle class life spending most of his days helping his father run his trading store. From a young age, Joshua was always passionate about one thing: that being magic. If mages ever came to his father's shop he would spend hours on end listening to the man or woman's adventures and ways of casting spells. After years of practicing Joshua learned his first spell. Even though his father wanted Joshua to stay and help him run the shop he knew magic was Joshua's calling. It finally led up to Joshua being accepted into a mage college where he spent his years learning and growing in the ways of wizardry.
At the age of 20, Joshua graduated from the school and joined an elite mage guild force. As much as it was Joshua's dream, he did not agree with much of the guild's corrupted ways which ended up with him leaving the guild. He now spends most of his days adventuring and helping anyone he sees entitled to.

[Kronshi]

(him as a kid)

Name:
Matthias

Class/Role:
Rogue

Appearance:
-Shoulder-Length, Ruffled, Black hair
-Purple eyes
-Pale skin

Gender:
Male

Age:
21

Weapons/Equipment:
-Studded Leather Armor
-2 Shortswords
-bolas
-blowgun
-poison darts

Background:
He was born in a large and crime-filled village, his parents abandoned him and he grew up with the thought of only surviving in mind. No matter what he had to do; break into people's houses, pickpocket rich people of their gold, or simply steal the food if he couldn't make enough money to last the day; as long as he survived.

As he grew up, he started drifting to the darker sides of crime, he began killing people to make it easier to take things from those that had a more watchful eye. Some people even started paying him for his services, assassinating whoever would bring the largest profit.

Eventually, he left the dreadful town and started adventuring, using his skills to retrieve treasure from long destroyed ruins or assassinating leaders of evil organizations. Matthias much preferred his new life, where his skills where respected and needed by many, and where people looked up to him as a hero instead of criminal murderer.

Other:
Allergic to Cats

[Eklispe]

Name: Orthak

Class: Ranger

Race:Half-orc

Appearance: Taller than most humans and very well muscled. Has deep green-brow skin and violently red colored eyes. Wears an assortment of furs and leathers for protection and comfort. Dirt brown hair that is kept to the top of his shoulders with the aid of a knife so it looks rather crudely cut. Wears a quiver on his hip and his shortswords on the other side, keeps daggers strapped on several places around his person. Has several scars across his body from various incidents from his time with the nomads.

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Equipment
-Sleeping bag
-Flint and steel
-Rope
-Hatchet
-Quiver
-Iron rations

Weapons
-Composite bow
-Barbed arrows
-Two shortswords
-Knives

Background Orthak was raised in a nomadic tribe filled with members of all races, a group of misfits. Those who weren't welcome in society wandering in the wilds and were often picked up by this roaming group. A half-orc was unwelcome among humans, despised as crude, smelly, ugly. Orcs viewed him as weak, scrawny, pathetic. Scorned by both paths of his heritage Orthak was one of these wanderers, found by this nameless tribe and adopted by them. He quickly adapted to the skills needed, use of a bow came naturally to him and Orthak demonstrated an exceptional eye for aiming. Sneaking was something of a different story, he was rather flat footed by nature and was often reprimanded for his, "loud feet". Of course an orc's natural tendency to fighting displayed itself in his skill with a blade and he quickly proved himself to be a ferocious swordsman. A basic life and rather pleasant with nothing more than the day to day routine of finding food and the occasional squabble. However Orthak slowly tired of this simple life and desired something greater and left the group of nomads.

Picture: WIP

[KingOfNeverLanD]

Name: Bergan

Class: Paladin

Appearance: Bergan is from head to toe in full black plated armor. Covering his face with a black helmet. His breastplate, helmet, kneeguards, legguards and armguards are all crafted from black ore whose whereabouts are known only to a few. No one who knows his identity seen him unmasked.

Gender:Male

Age: ???

Weapon: Razzia, a silver edged longsword with a black handle in which is carved a symbol of a lion's head. The blade is extremlly sharp that is said that it can even peirce the toughest dragon's skin.

Background: Black Knight, Dragonslayer or most commonly known as Bergan the Dark, a nickname he was given because of his black armor. He is a wandering knight from old fallen republic that fell under the banner of opposing nation. It is said that he is the only one left, the sole survivor. Some says that he is not human,for not showing his face to anyone ever. His past remains a mystery or his furher goals as he roams the earth frightening the hearts of men and beasts.

[Avanhelsing]

Name: Jack
Class:Fighter
Appearance:

Jack

Gender: male

Age:22

Weapon: A standard issued great sword for a city guard. The sword is as basic as it comes but is blessed. Very few can pick it up but Jack can just throw it over his shoulder and walk with it should need be. He is rather skilled without his sword as well. His armpit is heavy plate. He can move at a decent pace with it but he is no sprinter.

Equipment: A small back filled with guard rations. A sleeping bag.

Bio: Jack was born in the Lower Ward of the city. His parents left him on the doorstep of a church funded orphanage. From when he was small he loved to fight and was good at it. When he was seven he was adopted by a guard and his wife. The man taught Jack how to fight as a way to deal with his anger and turned Jack into the man he was to become. When he was 18 Jack joined the City Guard and chose to patrol the Lower Wards. However it was not enough for Jack. He had wanderlust and needed to go out. So he took his sword and left the city walls for the first time in his entire life.

Other: When he is not with his sword it is not odd to see Jack fist fighting or wrestling anyone who will challenge him. He loves a challenge. Also Jack will hit on anyone regardless of gender and species. Unless it puts his friends in danger.

[Morric]

Name ~ Athull Tharizdun

Class ~ Scorcerer

Race ~ Human

Gender ~ Male

Age ~ 25

Appearance ~ Just under six feet tall with an ample build for a man of his profession. Raven hair cuts out just above his rather mulish jawline and his skin is light complected with a few subtle scars here and there. He walks with a disciplined gait from years of training on how to be a civilized young man. Despite his upbringing, he carries on in a rather rebellions manner, giving him an often disinterested or bored disposition. Athull usually wears dark colored tunics with royal colored cloaks or robes, and loose fitting trousers tucked into armored grieves. He typically carries a coal colored wolf pelt satchel which he keeps stocked with basic ingredients for certain brews and potions, along with a couple tomes filled with an array of useful enchantments and spells. Finally, as a adolescent, he snuck away from he caretakers and servants to get spiraling war tattoos usually dawned by battle mages down the spine of his back.

Equipment
-Pelt Satchel
-Tome of enchantments
-Tome of black magic
-Small stock of potion ingredients, brewing supplies,and glass vials.
-Medallion marked with the Tharizdun family crest.

Weapons
-Hexblade Dagger enchanted to temporarily incapacitate enemies with fear educing magics
-A small rarely used wand

Background ~ Raised in a wealthy family with sorcery in their bloodline, Athull grew up learning to be a well mannered young man. It was discovered fairly quickly that, even at a young age, Athull had a very vague command of sorcery and magic, though he couldn't do much more than levitate small objects animate toys. As a teenager, Athull grew spiteful of his parents, who gave him everything but any real affection or freedom. Because of this, he would have occasional fits and behaved rebelliously. As soon as he hit adulthood, Athull took whatever wealth he was entitled to and left the kingdom, never looking back or thinking twice of the life he left behind.