Me-
Name:Morlan
Race:Mage
Allegiance:Grey
Age:16
Weapons:Staff of Marishan
Bio:a mage who chose to be grey, he uses chaos and order to mantian peace throught the lands.
Desrciption: a young man wearing grey robes.
Name: Hebon
Race: human
Allegiance: Wizard
Age: ancient
Weapons: magic + sword + mace
Description: wears white robes which have a hint of different colors as the light hits them (ie it can be white with a light hint of blue and then White with a light hint of red depending on the light. Long white hair and a beard. appears about 60yrs but still built well and standing up strait.
Name: Fenix
Race: Dragon elves
Allegiance: Freelance
Age: unknown
Weapons: Twin Dragon Sabres and the Bow of the Ninth Dimension
Bio: Not much is known about him. He arose from the Kazakh mountains and annihilated the army of Cendar the Twelth on his own as he was defending his people. Sadly, however, he was banished, for once you step foot out of the mountains, you are banished from the village. He became an assassin for hire using his thieving skills and amazing agility to kill his targets.
Description: Red, dragon- slit eyes with a large scar going across his now blind right eye, with long ears and spiked red hair and very fine facial features. Wears a black cloak over a strange, red translucent armor that blocks most melee weapons but is susceptible to magic.
thought I'd come back out of my cave and start up again. glad to be here and can't wait for it to start
Weapon: Death Crescent (a sickle shaped blade with no handle which can only be handled with genji gloves) and Genji Ehrgeiz (mix of genji gloves and Zell's Ehrgeiz
Bio: after being seperated from ally Clyde (FFIIIUS Shadow), when they were working as theives then shadow thought Fundaa had died so he left him. since then he has been working as a freelance warrior, working for whoever pays the most, and searching for Clyde(Shadow)
Appearance: black ninja clothes with sickle and ehrgeiz. black mask over his face.
Apearence without mask: my avi, more info coming soon.
Name: Luria Gondry
Race: Snow Elf
Allegiance: Pure Neutral
Age: 741 (19)
Weapons: None.
Bio: Eh, she doesn't disclose much.
Description: Luria is five feet tall, with snow-white skin and hair. Her eye are a pale silver. She wears a white English cape that conceals her entire body excluding below her knees, and then just below her knees her white boots lace up. She can be.. impulsive.. and very.. whimsical, is the word.
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Luria slammed her hand down onto the counter of the local tavern of.. wherever it was she may have been. She lost track a lot of the time, but it never bothered her. She travelled so much and so often that towns and cities came and went like dreams.
The bartender turned to look at Luria. She pulled out a couple of coins and laid them down on the counter. "Butterscotch. I'll take it straight, as long as it's over 60 proof and on the rocks."
The old bartender eyed Luria. "What are you, twelve?"
Luria pushed the coins forward. "No, but I am a paying customer who is willing to tip if the drinks are good. Get me drunk, I pay you."
The bartender walked over to the counter and picked up Luria's coins, pocketing it into his waist-pack. It clinked against the other coins he had collected. He poured the drink and gave it to Luria by the pint.
Taking a sip, Luria looked around the tavern. One rule she always lived by in a new town: getting drunk with the locals always makes for an interesting night. And night was falling.
Melkor
Posted:
Thu May 03, 2007 1:27 pm
Ultima Weapon
Age: 24
Joined: 24 Apr 2006
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Location: In the arms of my lover and master
OK ^^ since we have another creative person in the RP maybe I will still play then... it might still be interesting.
Hebon reaches the study in his tower hours and hours of study of ancient prophesies. Hebon unrolled one scroll on the table ... it seemed blank to the untrained eye but he knew better. He places a hand over the paper and says a few words. Slowly like a mist gathering in the early morning images begin to appear. They move around the paper like tiney actors on a minerature stage, his hand begins to shake partly because of what he saw and mostly because of the energy it required to maintain the image. he finally needed a break ... "I believe the local town has a nice tavern ... maybe I will retire there for a while."
Fenix observed the snow elf from the corner of the bar underneath the cover of his cloak, but his eyes always gave him away due to the slight luminesant glow that comes from them. Continuing to sip his ale, he watches her with a strange feeling that something was going to happen.
Hebon walks in ... just upon looking at him anyone could tell that he was a proficient magic user. He surveyed the area... Ther was a girl (clearly trying to get drunk) the strange thing about it was that she was an elf ... they don't get drunk easy. But her silver eyes told him that she was a different sort of elf he had never met before... curiosity on the new race stung him but he resisted the urge and sat somewhere else at the bar. He ordered a normal pint of ale but when he got it, he put in some powder which made it turn a luminesent purple.
Fenix continues to look on as another man, seemingly old for a human, Noticed the strangeness of the snow elf as well.thinking to himself, * He is well endowed with magic, as anyone can see, but there is something different about him* Fenix lights his dragontooth pipe and takes another swig of ale.
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