Darach

To Teluval, Farewell

<Snipped quote by PrivateVentures>

Much like wizards, Con-men arrive exactly on time, neither late nor early.

@Goldeagle1221

Well the wizard has arrived....where are you? lol

To Teluval, Farewell

A flash of light poured into a shallow cave. It touched everything within, including a hooded man sitting atop a crate wrapped in strange glyphs.

A voice followed… “The Sun is gone, as should you be…gone that is!” …It was a watchman.

The hooded man spoke with a baritone that could rattle the earth, “I move when I have reason...” The watchmen twitched a bit at the tone of this hooded man’s voice and readied his hand above his baton. “…. And my reason has not yet appeared.” The hooded man planted his feet firmly and began to lean forward off the crate as if about to pounce.

The watchmen began, “I know your kind…,” he draws his baton slowly, “One false step and…” he shifts to the side slightly to give himself a better angle, “I will deal with you accordingly.” He was prepared for anything. Or, so he thought.

The hooded man scoffed. “To think the likes of a lowly watchmen would draw a weapon without knowing his enemy.” No sooner upon finishing that sentence, he exploded from his seated position with amazing speed.

The watchmen stepped back in shock, eyes widened, jaw dropped. The hooded figure was less than 2 inches from his face. A flicker of what looked like hair set in flames, a stiff smirk on his face, eyes swamped in death. He couldn’t think, his voice was gone, all he could hear was…

“Smolder”

A cloud of black engulfed the watchmen from the mouth of the hooded figure causing him to flail in a panicked frenzy. Coughing, wheezing, and cursing as much as he could in-between.

The hooded figured moved almost knowingly through the watchmen’s clumsy swings and stepped out of the cave as if nothing had occurred. The watchmen, still trying to hit a ghost in the dark. He had no time to kill watchmen, he was here to find a lead.Without a second thought, the hooded figure dove from the ledge of the ash filled cave and landed lighter than expected upon the cobblestone road below.

As he stood his gaze fell upon the door before him. “The Squished Fish” it read decaying and damp across the door.

‘He’s right inside I am sure of it. That tall man in black. I’ve followed him all day, watching him doing something to every person he passes. I have him cornered now.’ The hooded figure thought hard to himself as he reached for the handle on the door.

Just then the door opened, something came out, but it was so fast the human eye couldn’t track it. The hooded figured side stepped and stumbled into the door. ‘Did I just stumble’ puzzled he regained his balance.

Still puzzled he stepped into the winery, the floor boards squishing beneath him yet holding their ground. The phosphorous light bathing his hooded figure as he headed towards the bar. 'What made me stumble?'

A flick of a tail caught his eye, A lizard, Obviously hung over sitting with what looks like a small child and a taller man with white hair. He knew the lizard was Dali. He had heard a few of his stories while training under his ophidian master. The other two were unimportant and he still didn't know what almost knocked him off his feet. He continued to the bar.

“Chamailéontas!” The barkeep bellowed.

Chama lowered his head and growled as he sat at the bar “call me Chama, I keep telling you that.”

“I’ll do no such thing! Your father would have had my head.” The barkeep smirked at the memory of Chama’s father.

“Except someone took his first...” Chama spoke with nonchalance cutting short any sort of humor.

“Indeed” the barkeep chose to lose this battle on words. “How about a pint?”

“Sure, Lizard Lager...” Chama began shooting a death glare as he reached into his pocket for a few coppers to cover the price. This will be the perfect distraction from that slip up at the entrance.

Chama rummaged and came forward with five pieces of… wait… four pieces of copper… and… A fifth coin with an image the likes of what he has seen in only the darkest of places in Teluval. The cyclops stared him down, as if showing him the stumble at the door was his destiny. His lead, THE VAULT.

Chama paid for the pint and placed the coin back in his pocket. He would sit here and figure out his next move. Pulling back his hood he released his red hair from its encasing. It lit up like a flame beneath the phosphorous fish. This, he knew would draw a lot of attention, but this was a damp back-of-the city winery. There was no way anyone who mattered would be there. ‘and yet here I am’ he thought as he sipped from his cup.

Forgotten. Memories of A Different Day. (Accepting!)

Miku

What Name Would You Like To Go By?: Miku or Mimi

What Do You Want Your Gender To Be?: I'm a girl ya big idiot!

What Do You Think Your Age Is?: That's a little personal don't cha' think? But, if you must know, I'm 16.

What Is Your Biggest Strength?: I see everything as artificial. Reality is "relative". A sense of noticeable pain falls over Miku.

What Are Two Of Your Weaknesses?: I move to fast to be weak, and there is no way I could ever lose. Wait is thinking this way a weakness?

What Is Your Favorite Thing?: Rythm, Sound, Vibration... Music!!!

What Is Your Appearance Like?:

Anything Else You Would Like For Us To Know?: How much else do ya need know?!? What are you a pervert?!?

Forgotten. Memories of A Different Day. (Accepting!)

@Darach Sounds like a good character! So you'd say her two biggest weaknesses would be arrogance and what else?

@Mikanu

@Mikanu Im going for Arrogance and Impetuousness

To Teluval, Farewell

Chamailéontas

Name: Chamailéontas (Chama for short)

Race: Human

Profession: Wizard

Age: 27

Biography:

As a child, Chamailéontas was known as Jaled. He was raised by his father, a Wizard hellbent on retrieving the worlds most precious treasure, and his mother, a simple house wife of sorts. He was too young then to understand his father's ambitions, but soon after they would become the cause of both of his parent's death.

One night thieves stole into their home and murdered them in their sleep. It was rumored to be an assassination set to kill Jaled's father for stepping over the treasure hunters code and taking that which he did not acquire of his own skills. Found alone by some towns people, he was swept off to an orphanage with what remained of his fathers things. He did not enjoy his experiences there. This caused him to run away and subsequently wander aimlessly for days. Until one day, an Ophidian assassin spotted him and decided not to end him as he normally would a hopeless little runt. Instead he took him in and trained him in the art of assassination. Once Jaled came of age he accepted the name Chamailéontas meaning chameleon. Considering he looks like a human wizard and uses magic but fights like an Ophidian assassin, its fitting.

From then till present, he has traversed the lands and has taken contracts both small and big. Whether it was murder or treasure hunting, he had a taste for adventure and vengeance. He remembered the pain he felt when his family was killed. One thing is still certain, he will find the people who killed his father and use their corpse as he pleases. He swears by it! Although he doesn't speak on it often.

Magic:

• Ignite-- A minor spell-- used to summon fire as a weapon or as defense. The magic is within a ring left to him by his father.
• Smolder -- A minor spell-- used to summon clouds of extremely hot ash from the mouth as a defense or diversion. This magic was self taught from the books his father left him on The Wheel.
• Reanimate --A Major Spell-- (Once per day) Revive a recently killed creature that is in a line of sight of caster. When casting the spell, you must issue a simple command (defend ____ , attack ____ etc.) . The target will attempt to perform this command for the duration of the spell (up to 5 minutes) even if it leads to their destruction. If no command is given, the creature will attempt to attack the nearest living thing. The creature turns to ash and dissipates once the spell has ended.

Inventory:

• Dual serrated Scythe with chain adorned with bejeweled skulls on the hilts, retrieved from his Ophidian trainer.
• Leather water flask (self-replenishing) acquired from his fathers belongings left to him upon his demise.
• One satchel filled with dried meats and berries.
• Metal flask filled with [indescribable] fluid used to quell major magic's adverse effects (only goes so far).
• Metal flask filled with multi purpose oil.
• Large leather chain bound book with a wheel on the front. The pages noticeably shines a hint of red whether the book is open or closed.
• Small leather bound book used for daily writing and epiphany.
• Small silver mirror with a visual spell magically sewn into it. Gives the ability to see any one living being in your given plane of reality. Found during one of the many treasure hunts Chama has been on.
• Rock candy. *Because a serious man needs a little bit of joy*

Description:
Chama stands at 5'11, with broad shoulder, golden brown skin, and fiery red hair in two braids that crown and fall free to the back of his head. This hair hidden by a hooded cloak, mostly so as not to draw suspension, due to the fact that improperly taught magic dyes the hair permanently to the color of the wheel you are bound to.
He is quite brooding. As he should be, considering he was taught beneath the tutelage of a Ophidian assassin. His reflexes are swift and is often seen checking the surroundings in plan for a possible ambush. Although, through all this menace, he is still human and does enjoy a little bit of happiness. Only enough to sustain him, that is all.


Optional Questions: There are no wrong or right answers, and you may interpret questions as you please.

What is your characters crime?
** The need for vengeance and The murder that comes of it.

What do you treasure most?
** A real Trust, one bound by soul ties and not by love's false ideals of grandeur.

Given the choice, how would you die?
** With the throat of my enemy crushed between my fingers.

To Teluval, Farewell

@PrivateVentures Reading your characters bio was a huge help in the creation of mine. I must thank you!

To Teluval, Farewell

Chamailéontas

Name: Chamailéontas (Chama for short)

Race: Human

Profession: Wizard/Fighter

Age: 27

Biography:

As a child, Chamailéontas was known as Jaled. He was raised by his father, a Wizard hellbent on retrieving the worlds most precious treasure, and his mother, a simple house wife of sorts. He was too young then to understand his father's ambitions, but soon after they would become the cause of both of his parent's death.

One night thieves stole into their home and murdered them in their sleep. It was rumored to be an assassination set to kill Jaled's father for stepping over the treasure hunters code and taking that which he did not acquire of his own skills. Found alone by some towns people, he was swept off to an orphanage with what remained of his fathers things. He did not enjoy his experiences there. This caused him to run away and subsequently wander aimlessly for days. Until one day, an Ophidian assassin spotted him and decided not to end him as he normally would a hopeless little runt. Instead he took him in and trained him in the art of assassination. Once Jaled came of age he accepted the name Chamailéontas meaning chameleon. Considering he looks like a human wizard and uses magic but fights like an Ophidian assassin, its fitting.

From then till present, he has traversed the lands and has taken contracts both small and big. Whether it was murder or treasure hunting, he had a taste for adventure and vengeance. He remembered the pain he felt when his family was killed. One thing is still certain, he will find the people who killed his father and use their corpse as he pleases. He swears by it! Although he doesn't speak on it often.

Magic:

• Ignite-- A minor spell-- used to summon fire as a weapon or as defense. The magic is within a ring left to him by his father.
• Smolder -- A minor spell-- used to summon clouds of extremely hot ash from the mouth as a defense or diversion. This magic was self taught from the books his father left him on The Wheel.
• Reanimate -- A Major spell-- used to bring to life the most resent fallen enemy as a weapon or as a defense. This magic was self taught from the books his father left him on The Wheel and takes a noticeable toll on the user.

Spell Addendum

GM's Addendum: Reanimate:Major Spell (Once per day) Revive a recently killed creature that is in a line of sight of caster. When casting the spell, you must issue a simple command (defend ____ , attack ____ etc.) . The target will attempt to perform this command for the duration of the spell (up to 5 minutes) even if it leads to their destruction. If no command is given, the creature will attempt to attack the nearest living thing. The creature turns to ash and dissipates once the spell has ended.

Inventory:

• Dual serrated Kunai with chain adorned with bejeweled skulls on the hilts, retrieved from his Ophidian trainer.
• Leather water flask (self-replenishing) acquired from his fathers belongings left to him upon his demise.
• One satchel filled with dried meats and berries.
• Metal flask filled with [indescribable] fluid used to quell major magic's adverse effects (only goes so far).
• Metal flask filled with multi purpose oil.
• Large leather chain bound book with a wheel on the front. The pages noticeably shines a hint of red whether the book is open or closed.
• Small leather bound book used for daily writing and epiphany.
• Small silver mirror with a visual spell magically sewn into it. Gives the ability to see any one living being in your given plane of reality. Found during one of the many treasure hunts Chama has been on.
• Rock candy. *Because a serious man needs a little bit of joy*

Description:
Chama stands at 5'11, with broad shoulder, golden brown skin, and fiery red hair in two braids that crown and fall free to the back of his head. This hair hidden by a hooded cloak, mostly so as not to draw suspension, due to the fact that improperly taught magic dyes the hair permanently to the color of the wheel you are bound to.
He is quite brooding. As he should be, considering he was taught beneath the tutelage of a Ophidian assassin. His reflexes are swift and is often seen checking the surroundings in plan for a possible ambush. Although, through all this menace, he is still human and does enjoy a little bit of happiness. Only enough to sustain him, that is all.


Optional Questions: There are no wrong or right answers, and you may interpret questions as you please.

What is your characters crime?
** The need for vengeance and The murder that comes of it.

What do you treasure most?
** A real Trust, one bound by soul ties and not by love's false ideals of grandeur.

Given the choice, how would you die?
** With the throat of my enemy crushed between my fingers.

Forgotten. Memories of A Different Day. (Accepting!)

Miku

What Name Would You Like To Go By?: Miku or Mimi

What Do You Want Your Gender To Be?: I'm a girl ya big idiot!

What Do You Think Your Age Is?: That's a little personal don't cha' think? But, if you must know, I'm 16.

What Is Your Biggest Strength?: I see everything as artificial. Reality is "relative". A sense of noticeable pain falls over Miku.

What Are Two Of Your Weaknesses?: I move to fast to be weak, and there is no way I could ever lose. Wait is thinking this way a weakness?

What Is Your Favorite Thing?: Rythm, Sound, Vibration... Music!!!

What Is Your Appearance Like?:

Anything Else You Would Like For Us To Know?: How much else do ya need know?!? What are you a pervert?!?

Forgotten (Plot Twists GALORE! Hopefully.)

I am in!!!

To Teluval, Farewell

@Polybius So, to be sure, are we posting our character sheets here? Or, should I use the character tab?

Also, is it possible for a character to be essentially raised by another race? This way, by osmosis, my character could be "somewhat" of a hybrid. Maybe a few things rub off due to their upbringing? For example, a human raised in part by ophidians.