[CHAR] The Fantasy Isles

[Minimum]

Name: Kilgaris Fort
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Class: Demon Hunter
Weapons: His heavily enchanted staff, called the Spiritbringer, completely made of green crystal empowered by ancient arts. Armour (as shown in the picture), heavy protection from most dark energy attacks and is completely invulnerable to all but the most powerful demonic attacks, acts like superweight stronger than iron armour that is flexible. Doesn't need anything else because of the power in his fists allowing his martial arts to be one of his greatest weapons.
Stats: 40% Strength, 40% Bloodlust, 37% Intelligence, 30% Spirit, 20% Vitality and 24% Agility! (which means I ACTUALLY got the Hex Blade that time but hey I got the Demon hunter all 4 times before that)
Backstory: Born in a normal, small and rather poor town Kilgaris was the son of the towns tavern owners. He often spent a lot of time by himself silent in the back away from the loud, angry drunk customers. In these times he used to read a lot of books and punch the wooden post in anger of not being able to make too much noise. One day however a mysterious man walked in to the tavern near the end of the day holding a stick heavily injured and asking for a place to sleep. Suspicious Kilgaris' mum tried sending him out but as Kilgaris saw (as he was collecting tankards to go wash) the man waved his hand and his mother then let him in. Gasping Kilgaris wanted to find out more. When the man was well enough to leave Kilgaris waited by his horse. When the man came Kilgaris begged the man to take him with him. The man peered at Kilgaris and saw potential. Nodding he pulled the young boy up on his horse and galloped off before the boys parents or anyone else could stop them.

Kilgaris was now the apprentice of Markos Koe, a demon hunter with great power. He learned many things from the man, creating his staff using the ancient arcane methods of the demon hunters and how to bind the deadly demons within it. As well as tapping in to his own powers he learnt how to use the demons powers, how to enhance his strength and how to summon them. He also gained his armour. In the end, many years later, it reached the point where his master wouldn't teach him any more in fear that he would become to strong and that any of the more powerful demons they encountered he would take for himself. In the middle of the night he silently fled their mountain taking all his belongings with him to find his way by himself in the world.

[Shayd]

Name=Bree Arianell

Age=22

Gender=female

Apperance=http://fav.me/d5wj288

Class=Silver Hand

Weapons=She carries only a deceptively simple staff of dark, unpolished wood.

Stats=18% Strength, 12% Bloodlust, 33% Intelligence, 57% Spirit, 43% Vitality, 25% Agility

Backstory=Since Bree was apprenticed to Master Eliath eight years ago, she's lived her entire life by his rules. But one of those rules is that he would never train more than one apprentice at a time....Now, he has found another, and his last instructions to her were, "Find your own way." And what way might that be? she is left to wonder. She could go home, back to her parents' farm, and become a simple healer in her native village. But she's always believed that her destiny was...something more. So now she wanders, feeling lost and struggling to suppress the resentment she can't help but feel, seeking to find her way. As she passes through unfamiliar places, she lends help where she can, using her magic to heal and aid. There are those who are grateful, and there are those who view her powers with suspicion, mistrusting of her benevolence. And perhaps they should be.

[Swagmeister]

Name: Miles Gardenston

Age: 49

Gender: male

Appearance: images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2013051..

Class: Gear Enchanter

Weapons:
The flamethrower on his back (needs fuel).
I guess he would have different gizmos, fuel, couple generators, a mechanical golem.
A enchanted letter opener (the blade is skin-melting, when it hits an enemy).

Stats: 25% Strength, 10% Bloodlust, 47% Intelligence, 25% Spirit, 35% Vitality, and 25% Agility.

Backstory: Miles spent most of his childhood in his dad's lab. He looked up to his dad, who was also a gear enchanter. Miles invented his first gizmo when he was 11 years old. He made a Yo-Yo which would spin itself up, when dropped from the wire. A year later, Miles was taken in on a engineer school, where he learned most of his now-used skills. He stayed there for 8 years, and went out to adventure. When he came back home after 3 years, he had a discovery to present. He learned that troll fat was a great fuel source for machines, but it was too expensive to get your hands on, so only Miles invented further than that. After that he created a small shop, where he would sell various inventions. It never got successful, as the machines cost too much. After 2 years of driving the unsuccessful business, he went back to his school, to become a teacher for the next 12 years. The school was then closed, due to little amount of funding. Miles went out to learn the secrets of magic, and met a mysterious man, who learned him enchanting. He then went back to his old shop, and stayed there until today. Though not incredibly money-making, it makes enough for him to live off of. Unless an accident were to happen

[Mardox]

Name: Adelsean Banebourne
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://static.diary.ru/userdir/3/8/7/5/387532/18406403.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.sourcehorsemen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f%3D29%26t%3D912%26start%3D15&h=565&w=379&tbnid=OGx7YQwcCQBHEM:&docid=o5SP5PsU-LAu1M&ei=5U63VuXGDcGWmQGth5U4&tbm=isch&client=tablet-android-alco&ved=0ahUKEwilzeT86OXKAhVBSyYKHa1DBQcQMwgkKAMwAw
Class: Dragon Master
Weapons: His armor, magic and a large two-handed broadsword forged from a strange dark metal. The sword is named Laradrar which means Despoiler.
Stats:18% Strength, 73% Bloodlust, 38% Intelligence, 20% Spirit, 8% Vitality and 22% Agility
Back story: Adelsean was just a peasant for the longest time. However he was a peasant with ambition which left him resenting his serfhood with a fury that eventually became bloodlust. Just when it seemed he could not take anymore of being ordered about and treated like an animal by nobility, a mysterious hooded man appeared to him in the forest where he was hunted. The hooded man offered him power and vengeance. Not having any family to hold him back (parents died of plague, sister carried off by a lecherous noble who soon disposed of her and never married), he quickly accepted. The man whisked him off to a hidden citadel in the mountains where he learned many dark arts and ferocious killing techniques. During this time, Adelsean forged his own armor and weapon to suit him specifically. However, his mentor was off on business and was ambushed by a band of champions of light. Adelsean was left alone in the citadel with a library of knowledge and some supplies. Adelsean's first priority is to murder execute the noble who took his dear sister. Afterwards, he intends to lead a revolt with whoever will join his banner to conquer as much as possible. Even though he intends to do what Castro did and replace the old regime with a new one, he understands the plight of the commoners better than the nobility and hopes to make things better for them.

[Jinxer]

Name: Julius Ragnulf
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Image linked to source.

Class: Gear Enchanter (from quiz - I can redo if necessary!)

Weapons: Enchanted scythe (entirely metal and collapses into an easily carriable box the length of one's forearm and about a foot in width and depth). Cogs at the joint between the blade and the main shaft allow the scythe to retract easily and the pole itself collapses in half when required by the user (also allows it to be used with half the length/reach when collapsed). The blade is enchanted so that it cuts what the user wishes to cut - the blade is both dull and exception keen as required.

Stats: 55% Strength, 17% Bloodlust, 32% Intelligence, 37% Spirit, 27% Vitality and 22% Agility!

Backstory: Julius is/was an apprentice to an accomplished Gear Enchanter, he's still not really sure whether he's banished or whether he's been sent away to learn a really difficult lesson; he's always had issues understanding the machinations of his Master. Currently he is wandering across the world, perfecting his skills (also known as tinkering on his scythe) and trying to work out what his Master meant by "Get out of here and don't you dare come back without learning why we do what we do!"

For Julius there can not be a clear cut answer to that question. His family died before he could begin to remember them, shadows against a light background with no faces to recognised them by. The village threw him in with the other orphans of the numerous plagues that ravaged their community, large due to their understanding of medicine being rudimentary at best and downright unhelpful at worst. He grew up fighting for his own survival, the orphanage more of a gauntlet of violence and isolationism than a place of support and care.

As it turned out, he was a keen study and good with his hands and the blacksmith took him on as an apprentice. He was good with minute details and passable at the bigger scale things but rather than build up the muscle and stamina needed for the craft he found ways to make do or take the strain off of himself; the blacksmith dislike this and believed him to be dishonouring the craft. A traveller, come to the village for materials, took a different view and offered the young Julius (barely aged thirteen at the time) a position as his apprentice.

Eight years on, Julius is an accomplished fighter (although he dislikes bloodshed) and has begun to perfect his talent for detailed engineering and craftsmanship while advancing into the world of enchanting although he is still quite a novice here; most of his efforts have gone into tinkering with his beloved scythe. No one else could use it and it obeys his every whim through the enchants upon it but he has little to no other creations to his name besides a monocle that can focus on far away objects (hardly original).

[LostDestiny]

Name: Venya Veralla

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance

Normal

Armor

Class: The Champion

Weapons: Venya main weapon is her sword but she is well versed in the uses of many other weapons. She may be seen using staves, axes, spears, or any other form of common weapon she can get her hands on at the time.

Stats: Strength=25% Bloodlust=17% Intelligence=27% Spirit=22% Vitality=22% Agility=18%

Backstory: Venya grew up in a large city. Her father was a member of the royal guars as thus she rarely saw him. Her older brother Thander (older by 12 years) had been training in the art of sword fighting since before she was born. In turn she grew up with her brother always practicing, when she was finally old enough she had asked him to teach her, mainly because she was a bored, and adventurous soul who was ready and willing to learn anything she could. Her brother, being 22 now, agreed. He had stuck around because their mother had fallen ill and without him nobody would be able to take care of Venya.

Thus her training started, she was never very strong so in order to in she had to come up with other ways to beat her brother. She was a fast learner and almost matched her brother's skill by the time she was 15. It was around this time that the sibling's father was ordered to house a traveling Hero. The Hero saw the girl's potential as the siblings trained and eventually agreed to take her on as an apprentice. From there her training really took off. Learning various fighting styles, be it hand to hand or with a multitude of weapons, as well as various minor spells. The training never allowed her to specialize in any one area of fighting, this being because, other than her ability to learn quickly, she didn't show high aptitudes for anything. The best thing for her was to learn as much as she could this way she could arm herself in an arsenal of knowledge and hopefully be able to utilize it when needed.

Venya's training was cut short however when one night her master did not return from the quest he had gone on. The girl, now 22, waited for the old Hero to return for another week before coming to the conclusion that something had happened to him. Thus she set out on her own to find him. She searched for a year but found no trace of him. Even when she returned to his home to see if he had come back she found nothing, everything was as she had left it. A month later she managed to catch a lead which very quickly came to the conclusion she had dreaded most. Her master had been killed while trying to complete his quest. The old man couldn't handle what was given to him and had refused help. His pride killed him. She now wonders the land looking for adventure.

[GodOfChaos]

Ulvkil Alfgeirsson

Name: Ulvkil Alfgeirsson
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Appearance

Class: The Odin Warrior
Weapons:
Weapons consist of the long sword and the spear in the picture.
Stats:
-Strength: 55%
-Bloodlust: 43%
-Intelligence: 8%
-Spirit: 15%
-Vitality: 40%
-Agility: 27%
Backstory: Ulvkil comes straight from a Northern mountain group of ruthless vikings. The tribe is quite kindhearted and has been around for years before other men decided to settle in the valley's and form kingdoms of their own. Ulvkil grew up with other young vikings during a time of peace. The men were still trained for battle and they were always told to show no sort of mercy, specifically to those who are considered the enemy. Ulvkil was raised by his father, Alfgeir Thorlaksson, a true warrior and hunter. Unfortunately, Ulvkil's mother died during his birth, and thus knows nothing of her. The death of his mother has been brought up by his father to be better at everything he does. He was taught to appreciate what he had. he was taught that his traditions should not be broken. Ulvkil learned many life lessons from his father.

When Ulvkil was strong enough to hold a weapon, Alfgeir began to train him, as a hunter, as a warrior. Alfgeir taught his son how to preserve the meats, how to trade fur with outsiders, how to skin, how to gut and clean meat of a fresh kill. He taught his son that a fresh kill was not just for himself but for his village. Splitting the meat evenly between the village was the tradition, even if it was not a scarce resource among the village. Bartering was something that Ulvkil had learned, he didn't understand the language of the foreign settlers that began to take over the green lands down below the mountains.

At the age of 11, Ulvkil went on his first hunt. He had killed the mother and father of a set of wolf pups. Feeling bad, he had begged his father to bring the pups back so the village could care for them. Ulvkil reasoned with his father that the pups could be used to help for hunting, or even war and defense if it ever fell upon the village. After a long argument his father finally agreed. The village was skeptical at first, but they found the dogs to be quite useful after a year when they were grown. Ulvkil was rewarded with keeping a pup for himself.

At 14 Ulvkil was part of his first raid upon a group of settlers that had threatened their way of life and the land they lived on. The vikings were met with no real force. After several warnings, the people were slaughtered mercilessly and left for food. Supplies were taken and so were the survivors. Later in Ulvkil's 16th year of age, his father and mentor, Alfgeir, was killed in a "hunting accident." The death of Alfgeir brought great distress to Ulvkil and much of the village.

Ulvkil obtained some useful information and put the pieces together. Within two weeks, Ulvkil challenged a fellow friends father, whom was just as strong as Alfgeir. The friend claimed blasphemy and swore to defend his father, even if it meant a dying breath. The father tried to get the village against Ulvkil, but they all knew the truth. Instead of exile, which the elder recommended, Ulvkil challenged the father and his son. The elder wasn't quite for it and tried to convince Ulvkil to accept the decision of exile. Ulvkil wouldn't budge and they allowed the challenge to take place.

Ulvkil was armed with a long sword that was forged of mountain steel and the spear of his father, which is probably one of the strongest in the land. The orange cloth wrapped around the end was to honor his father. It was a piece of his own fathers clothing. The battle was long, bloody, and tiring. In the end, Ulvkil won, cutting the heads off of the traitors and handing them over to the elders. Their bloody bodies were placed on large wooden spikes and their heads were jammed on top to remind the villagers that traitors are not an exception. Ulvkil took the white war-horn that the Raider Captain's son had been given. Since the challenge, lives have returned to normal. Recently, raids have been more recent and Ulvkil has been training the younger generation of vikings with his fathers skills. The pup that Ulvkil had raised was now a strong companion at his side.