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Sry guys I'm back. Had a little minor internet issue but its all fixed now. The long ass sword was bugging me too so I'm tweaking things a bit. I'll have a full cs up shortly :)
"Real World"
Name: Richard Onamor
Birthday: May, 4th 2048
Appearance:
Red short messy hair, and blue eyes compliment his light stubble. His body is thin and weak. Barely able to support himself up for a couple minutes let alone walk.
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 145lbs
Occupation: Richard is stuck in intesive care due to being stricken with a neuro-muscular disease still uncurable with modern medicine. It is treatable but the treatments are quite expensive, thus using Dust to work off his growing debt.
Biography: Imagine being stricken with an illness at birth that rendered you so weak that the act of simply eating tires you out to the point of feinting. Imagine a boy who wasn't even able to walk until the age of ten. Not because he couldn't figure out how but the fact that simply standing on his own weight caused extreme fatigue. Got all that? Now just imagine THAT boy, had parents that could no longer pay the excessive medical bills to simply take care of him due to the poverty stricken area they lived in. Leaving them no choice but to abandon him at age 17 and figure out a way to survive on his own, barely able to leave a hospital bed.
Richard almost gave up with life. Smart enough to see that there was no possible way to survive on his own he was tempted to just check himself out of the hospital and try to see how far he can go before he dies from excruciating pain and exhaustion, (Most likely not far) that was until one of the nurses handed him a Logic pad and a headset. "They are giving these things out now, hopefully it'll help you in some way." The nurse said before turning it on.
Almost instantly Richard was transferred to an entire new world. Seeing, feeling even smelling an entirely different place unlike his depressing hospital bed. What he loved most of all was when he looked down he was standing! His bare feet touching the grass. Moving his toes and feeling the warm dirt without the pain he was used to. Wandering the tutorial section of the game pushing his avatar to the limits. Running, jumping, rolling and even swimming was painless! It was truly amazing. He promised himself he would thank the nurse first thing when he logs out. When brought back to reality he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, still the smile on his face was wider than his ears. He thanked the nurse a million times over and she quickly explained the ins and outs of the game and how he could earn money to pay for his treatments. "Richard, you can survive... possibly even beat this using that game." The nurse said with a whole hearted smile. Richards eyes grew with hope and instantly dove back in now with a life altering goal in mind. To survive... to live and grow in Dust so that he may live in reality...
"Dust Persona"
Alias: The Laughing Drake
Race: Enlightened
Style of Play: Drake is a mix between a swordsman and a pyromancer. His quick reflexes mixed with his moderately high endurance and pain tolerance proved this style to be best suited for him. Since he usually plays alone he tries to get a variety of different ranges in his style to keep the enemy guessing. Ranging from a head on duel with his blade dancing around like group of fireflies in the night, to straight up volleys of fire blanketing a handfull of unsuspecting enemies. He is also suprisingly agile thanks to his enlightened body, obviously sacrificing raw strength in trade for agility, he's unable to weild anything heavier than a longsword. His cloak, sword and armor are all quite high end pieces thanks to his consistant adventuring in Dust as well as quite intimidating. The downside of being bright red and shiny gold is it tends to be very hard to sneak up on anything blinder than an 80 year old man with cataracts. Even though he is quite agile, stealth was never his strong suit anyway.
Appearance:
Although you'll probabbly never see it, his appearance in game is not unlike his own in reality. The only difference is his overall physique is more athletic in nature as opposed to just plain skinny and emaciated. His eyes glow a pure white which hint a very light gold hue. He also wears a white and gold mask that hides his face along with a thick red halfcloak that is suprisingly light and flame retardant. His armor looks impressive but is more flashy than really protective. Its a little too light to be hit head on with something heavy and would not fare well against hammers or spears.
Name: Richard Onamor
Birthday: May, 4th 2048
Appearance:
Red short messy hair, and blue eyes compliment his light stubble. His body is thin and weak. Barely able to support himself up for a couple minutes let alone walk.
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 145lbs
Occupation: Richard is stuck in intesive care due to being stricken with a neuro-muscular disease still uncurable with modern medicine. It is treatable but the treatments are quite expensive, thus using Dust to work off his growing debt.
Biography: Imagine being stricken with an illness at birth that rendered you so weak that the act of simply eating tires you out to the point of feinting. Imagine a boy who wasn't even able to walk until the age of ten. Not because he couldn't figure out how but the fact that simply standing on his own weight caused extreme fatigue. Got all that? Now just imagine THAT boy, had parents that could no longer pay the excessive medical bills to simply take care of him due to the poverty stricken area they lived in. Leaving them no choice but to abandon him at age 17 and figure out a way to survive on his own, barely able to leave a hospital bed.
Richard almost gave up with life. Smart enough to see that there was no possible way to survive on his own he was tempted to just check himself out of the hospital and try to see how far he can go before he dies from excruciating pain and exhaustion, (Most likely not far) that was until one of the nurses handed him a Logic pad and a headset. "They are giving these things out now, hopefully it'll help you in some way." The nurse said before turning it on.
Almost instantly Richard was transferred to an entire new world. Seeing, feeling even smelling an entirely different place unlike his depressing hospital bed. What he loved most of all was when he looked down he was standing! His bare feet touching the grass. Moving his toes and feeling the warm dirt without the pain he was used to. Wandering the tutorial section of the game pushing his avatar to the limits. Running, jumping, rolling and even swimming was painless! It was truly amazing. He promised himself he would thank the nurse first thing when he logs out. When brought back to reality he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, still the smile on his face was wider than his ears. He thanked the nurse a million times over and she quickly explained the ins and outs of the game and how he could earn money to pay for his treatments. "Richard, you can survive... possibly even beat this using that game." The nurse said with a whole hearted smile. Richards eyes grew with hope and instantly dove back in now with a life altering goal in mind. To survive... to live and grow in Dust so that he may live in reality...
"Dust Persona"
Alias: The Laughing Drake
Race: Enlightened
Style of Play: Drake is a mix between a swordsman and a pyromancer. His quick reflexes mixed with his moderately high endurance and pain tolerance proved this style to be best suited for him. Since he usually plays alone he tries to get a variety of different ranges in his style to keep the enemy guessing. Ranging from a head on duel with his blade dancing around like group of fireflies in the night, to straight up volleys of fire blanketing a handfull of unsuspecting enemies. He is also suprisingly agile thanks to his enlightened body, obviously sacrificing raw strength in trade for agility, he's unable to weild anything heavier than a longsword. His cloak, sword and armor are all quite high end pieces thanks to his consistant adventuring in Dust as well as quite intimidating. The downside of being bright red and shiny gold is it tends to be very hard to sneak up on anything blinder than an 80 year old man with cataracts. Even though he is quite agile, stealth was never his strong suit anyway.
Appearance:
Although you'll probabbly never see it, his appearance in game is not unlike his own in reality. The only difference is his overall physique is more athletic in nature as opposed to just plain skinny and emaciated. His eyes glow a pure white which hint a very light gold hue. He also wears a white and gold mask that hides his face along with a thick red halfcloak that is suprisingly light and flame retardant. His armor looks impressive but is more flashy than really protective. Its a little too light to be hit head on with something heavy and would not fare well against hammers or spears.
Looks fun :)
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Yea actually I think I'm going to back out. Growing lessinterested in days past. Sry guys ttyl
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Name: Drahcir Omahazet "Drake"
Age: 21
Class: Sage
Race: Human
Appearance:
*ignore the pointy ears*
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Weapons: None, but he does have a satchel full of books.... its quite heavy :)
Armor: None aside from thick leather boots.
Likes: To read, Study, train, read some more, and ride horseback, nature.
Dislikes: Fighting, death, ignorance, stupitidy, people in general...
Goal: Drake wants to find out the story behind his mother and why is it that fire does not hurt him.
History: Roughly two decades ago there was a tale of a Duke whom fell in love with a woman. A woman with no name, no lineage, no history. She appeared in the church one night without her memory during the Dukes coming of age cerimony. It was love at first sight. Dismissing the rest of his party he put all his energy into helping this woman figure out who she was. Using any connection possible to spread news of this "Red haired, green eyed woman with no recollection of her past and mysterious birthmark on her shoulder" Years past and no new information came to them. Meanwhile, the Duke spent every moment with her and both enjoyed eachothers company. A year passed and still no news but neither cared anymore. They were both madly in love and the woman no longer cared, she loved her new life and the family they were soon to have.
On their wedding night during their cerimony a ragged old woman wearing a unique dark garb crashed the wedding bearing info about the bride to be. The old woman came bearing an old tome stating a prophecy. Inside this tome it shown a drawing with an eerie resemblance of a woman with red hair simply named "The Phoenix witch." In the picture the womans dress draped low, showing the same birthmark in the shape of a wing. The tale tied to it spoke of a woman born of fire whom was destined to bear the child of royal blood and bring forth a new world. Most would call this the Apocalypse, and once the Duke read the prophecy, he convinced himself he was under some kind of spell, there was no way it could be true love with something considered so evil. He sent her away to be burned at the stake, along with the book and the ragged old woman. He just wanted to forget it all, purify his pain with fire.
The next day the two were sent to the publuc circle where many gathered to see this "Phoenix Witch", all they saw was an old woman and an eight month old pregnant woman still in her wedding dress which was now soiled and torn from spending the night in the dungeon. Both were escorted and tied back to back on a large stake in the center of a massive bonfire. The Duke himself at the base with a torch in hand. Both women were in tears as they stood there arms bound behind eachother. A tear fell from the Dukes eye as he dropped the torch and set them ablaze. Screams of agony filled the fire and the dry straw and wood quickly turned to ash. The Duke refused to blink as he watched the love of his life turn to nothing but cinder. The screams slowly turned to feint crys and what could be heard next sounded like a babys whimper. The whole crowd went into an uproar "There's a baby in there!" "Get some water!" "Its only a child!" The Duke simply stood in disbelief as the crowd gathered buckets of water and doused the flame until a thick white smoke covered the pit.
A Baby born in the fire, a story to be told for years to come. The Duke despite his whole display took the child in as a way of repenting for what he did. His love despite burning the witch never faded, proof it was not a spell. He taught the child all he knew and then some. Named him Drahcir meaning "Fireborn" in old tongue. Called him his son, never told him of his mother but word of tongue is hard to muffle.
Drake grew up to be quite the intelligent young man, learning to read and write at a very young age, and often thinking up new ways of war. Before he was even ten. His days spent in the libraries took a toll on his physique, unable to wield a sword himself but reading every book on swordsmanship in the vast library as well as many other subjects proved him to be well versed in many subjects regarding war or nature. Drahcir
Every once and a while he would visit the court mage whom taught him some spells, he managed to learn quite a few but his affinity was for incantations relating to fire. The court mage grew fond of the boy and was impressed with his abilities. One day the mage accidently slipped about his mother. Out of hatred and anger Drahcir fought with his father whom did not deny him the truth any longer. He stormed out in a rage and took off into the village.Incidently this was also the time in which he "accidently" found out about his immunity to fire no matter how big. Flinging a fireball into a rather large pile of horse excrement in an attempt to subdue his anger ended up in burning the entire stable along with twenty horses, cows, pigs and half the villages wheat supply.
In fear of the consequences of his actions, Drahcir ran away. His death was assumed by all except his own father whom knew of his gift from his mother and sent guards in secret searching for the boy, hoping to forgive him about the barn and apologize himself about refusing to tell him about his mother. Drachir took this differently and assumed his father was out for justice. Still on the run today he goes by the name Drake and lives as a Vagrant.
Personality: Id prefer to play out his personality in game since I'm still unsure which way I will go with it yet. Hope that's okay.
Age: 21
Class: Sage
Race: Human
Appearance:
*ignore the pointy ears*
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Weapons: None, but he does have a satchel full of books.... its quite heavy :)
Armor: None aside from thick leather boots.
Likes: To read, Study, train, read some more, and ride horseback, nature.
Dislikes: Fighting, death, ignorance, stupitidy, people in general...
Goal: Drake wants to find out the story behind his mother and why is it that fire does not hurt him.
History: Roughly two decades ago there was a tale of a Duke whom fell in love with a woman. A woman with no name, no lineage, no history. She appeared in the church one night without her memory during the Dukes coming of age cerimony. It was love at first sight. Dismissing the rest of his party he put all his energy into helping this woman figure out who she was. Using any connection possible to spread news of this "Red haired, green eyed woman with no recollection of her past and mysterious birthmark on her shoulder" Years past and no new information came to them. Meanwhile, the Duke spent every moment with her and both enjoyed eachothers company. A year passed and still no news but neither cared anymore. They were both madly in love and the woman no longer cared, she loved her new life and the family they were soon to have.
On their wedding night during their cerimony a ragged old woman wearing a unique dark garb crashed the wedding bearing info about the bride to be. The old woman came bearing an old tome stating a prophecy. Inside this tome it shown a drawing with an eerie resemblance of a woman with red hair simply named "The Phoenix witch." In the picture the womans dress draped low, showing the same birthmark in the shape of a wing. The tale tied to it spoke of a woman born of fire whom was destined to bear the child of royal blood and bring forth a new world. Most would call this the Apocalypse, and once the Duke read the prophecy, he convinced himself he was under some kind of spell, there was no way it could be true love with something considered so evil. He sent her away to be burned at the stake, along with the book and the ragged old woman. He just wanted to forget it all, purify his pain with fire.
The next day the two were sent to the publuc circle where many gathered to see this "Phoenix Witch", all they saw was an old woman and an eight month old pregnant woman still in her wedding dress which was now soiled and torn from spending the night in the dungeon. Both were escorted and tied back to back on a large stake in the center of a massive bonfire. The Duke himself at the base with a torch in hand. Both women were in tears as they stood there arms bound behind eachother. A tear fell from the Dukes eye as he dropped the torch and set them ablaze. Screams of agony filled the fire and the dry straw and wood quickly turned to ash. The Duke refused to blink as he watched the love of his life turn to nothing but cinder. The screams slowly turned to feint crys and what could be heard next sounded like a babys whimper. The whole crowd went into an uproar "There's a baby in there!" "Get some water!" "Its only a child!" The Duke simply stood in disbelief as the crowd gathered buckets of water and doused the flame until a thick white smoke covered the pit.
A Baby born in the fire, a story to be told for years to come. The Duke despite his whole display took the child in as a way of repenting for what he did. His love despite burning the witch never faded, proof it was not a spell. He taught the child all he knew and then some. Named him Drahcir meaning "Fireborn" in old tongue. Called him his son, never told him of his mother but word of tongue is hard to muffle.
Drake grew up to be quite the intelligent young man, learning to read and write at a very young age, and often thinking up new ways of war. Before he was even ten. His days spent in the libraries took a toll on his physique, unable to wield a sword himself but reading every book on swordsmanship in the vast library as well as many other subjects proved him to be well versed in many subjects regarding war or nature. Drahcir
Every once and a while he would visit the court mage whom taught him some spells, he managed to learn quite a few but his affinity was for incantations relating to fire. The court mage grew fond of the boy and was impressed with his abilities. One day the mage accidently slipped about his mother. Out of hatred and anger Drahcir fought with his father whom did not deny him the truth any longer. He stormed out in a rage and took off into the village.Incidently this was also the time in which he "accidently" found out about his immunity to fire no matter how big. Flinging a fireball into a rather large pile of horse excrement in an attempt to subdue his anger ended up in burning the entire stable along with twenty horses, cows, pigs and half the villages wheat supply.
In fear of the consequences of his actions, Drahcir ran away. His death was assumed by all except his own father whom knew of his gift from his mother and sent guards in secret searching for the boy, hoping to forgive him about the barn and apologize himself about refusing to tell him about his mother. Drachir took this differently and assumed his father was out for justice. Still on the run today he goes by the name Drake and lives as a Vagrant.
Personality: Id prefer to play out his personality in game since I'm still unsure which way I will go with it yet. Hope that's okay.
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Working on.my post slowly while I work lol
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Sadly guys I need to sleep for a while. I'll post what I have so far just so you know I'm serious and finish it up as soon as I wake back up XD I got great idea for my cs so I can't wait to finish :)
Name: Drahcir Omahazet "Drake"
Age: 21
Class: Sage
Race: Human
Appearance:
*ignore the pointy ears*
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Weapons: None, but he does have a satchel full of books.... its quite heavy :)
Armor: None aside from thick leather boots.
Likes: To read, Study, train, read some more, and ride horseback, nature.
Dislikes: Fighting, death, ignorance, stupitidy, people in general...
Goal: Drake wants to find out the story behind his mother and why is it that fire does not hurt him.
History: Wip *halfway done
Personality: WIP
Name: Drahcir Omahazet "Drake"
Age: 21
Class: Sage
Race: Human
Appearance:
*ignore the pointy ears*
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Weapons: None, but he does have a satchel full of books.... its quite heavy :)
Armor: None aside from thick leather boots.
Likes: To read, Study, train, read some more, and ride horseback, nature.
Dislikes: Fighting, death, ignorance, stupitidy, people in general...
Goal: Drake wants to find out the story behind his mother and why is it that fire does not hurt him.
History: Wip *halfway done
Personality: WIP
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Awesome illhave something up shortly
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Would y'all mind if I join? Id like to try my hand as a Sage class if that's okay :)
Just gonna leave this... right... here...
CS
Name: Rin Emris
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Physical Appearance:
Skills: Rin has been accustomed to the forests and mountains much much longer than he could he remember. He is adept at tracking and hunting game. Survival is also another strong point of his due to pretty much not having an actual home. Everything he needs he carries with him or uses the resources of the land. His bow is his weapon of choice as opposed well as his main source of income. Hunting and trading the skins and meats he smokes and salts in return for equipment. If there is one thing he prides himself on is that Rin is a very good shot with a bow.
Personality: About as antisocial as any lone huntsman would be. Not exactly disliking humanity, but just more comfortable with the creatures of the flora and fauna. Knowing that people can decieve and lie while beasts cannot as far as he knows gives him some underlying comfort. Rin has defended himself from bandits and highwaymen before but is no more adept with a blade as any other, besides his dislike for unecessary killing. He would rather run than fight unless there is someone in danger, then his stubborn gut takes over and recklessly at that.
Biography: To be revealed in game... Just note that Rin has been noticing the dissapearances as well and has been looking for others who have noticed as well. Because of his antisocial personality and overall lack of trust has proved his search for others much harder.
CS
Name: Rin Emris
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Physical Appearance:
Skills: Rin has been accustomed to the forests and mountains much much longer than he could he remember. He is adept at tracking and hunting game. Survival is also another strong point of his due to pretty much not having an actual home. Everything he needs he carries with him or uses the resources of the land. His bow is his weapon of choice as opposed well as his main source of income. Hunting and trading the skins and meats he smokes and salts in return for equipment. If there is one thing he prides himself on is that Rin is a very good shot with a bow.
Personality: About as antisocial as any lone huntsman would be. Not exactly disliking humanity, but just more comfortable with the creatures of the flora and fauna. Knowing that people can decieve and lie while beasts cannot as far as he knows gives him some underlying comfort. Rin has defended himself from bandits and highwaymen before but is no more adept with a blade as any other, besides his dislike for unecessary killing. He would rather run than fight unless there is someone in danger, then his stubborn gut takes over and recklessly at that.
Biography: To be revealed in game... Just note that Rin has been noticing the dissapearances as well and has been looking for others who have noticed as well. Because of his antisocial personality and overall lack of trust has proved his search for others much harder.
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