Well, he would be the prince, and she serves under him, so he would get a sammich.
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Well, he would be the prince, and she serves under him, so he would get a sammich.
No objection here.
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[Name] Naxx'rus
[Age] 28 in Human years
[Race] Elven
[Gender] Presumed Male
[Weapon] Uses Telekinesis
[Class] Necromancer (Darkness)
[Position/Occupation] Alchemist
[Element] Spirit
[Starting Ability] Psychic Scream - Sends Psychic shockwaves towards the opponent, disorientating them for a short time.
[Physical Description]
[Personality]
Cool, calm and collected. Naxx knows his limits, and takes precautions to ensure he can either win or escape. He has a vast knowledge in the practice of using corpses and the element of pain to hurt his foes. He doesn't particularly like fighting, but he doesn't like people disturbing him while he's working, either.
[History] Naxx grew up in a small country town on the outskirts of Umbra. He was just an ordinary boy, untill he decided to run off into the nearby woods, where he saw a group of Necromancers practising their magicks, ressurecting one of their fallen comrades. He ran away quickly from the scene, but was later caught by the leader. he was given a choice. Die where he stood, or run away with them and learn the desecrated arts of necromancy.
He decided to learn the arts, and has never looked back ever since.
[Age] 28 in Human years
[Race] Elven
[Gender] Presumed Male
[Weapon] Uses Telekinesis
[Class] Necromancer (Darkness)
[Position/Occupation] Alchemist
[Element] Spirit
[Starting Ability] Psychic Scream - Sends Psychic shockwaves towards the opponent, disorientating them for a short time.
[Physical Description]
[Personality]
Cool, calm and collected. Naxx knows his limits, and takes precautions to ensure he can either win or escape. He has a vast knowledge in the practice of using corpses and the element of pain to hurt his foes. He doesn't particularly like fighting, but he doesn't like people disturbing him while he's working, either.
[History] Naxx grew up in a small country town on the outskirts of Umbra. He was just an ordinary boy, untill he decided to run off into the nearby woods, where he saw a group of Necromancers practising their magicks, ressurecting one of their fallen comrades. He ran away quickly from the scene, but was later caught by the leader. he was given a choice. Die where he stood, or run away with them and learn the desecrated arts of necromancy.
He decided to learn the arts, and has never looked back ever since.
Jesse, I think it's a great idea. It'll make the three villains even more diverse.
And Lee, I'm just waiting on a possible other applicant for that position. I'll let you know tomorrow either way dear. <3
Accepted, Anty <3
And Lee, I'm just waiting on a possible other applicant for that position. I'll let you know tomorrow either way dear. <3
Accepted, Anty <3
Well, as I'm allowed to have a fist-fighter.... LET THE BE STREET-BRAWLS!
[Name] Orion Smith (you expected anything else?)
[Age] 18
[Race] Human
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] His body
[Class] Warrior
[Position/Occupation] Erm... doesn't really have one... we could say bum.
[Element] Earth
[Starting Ability] Earthen Knuckle: Literally bury fists into ground by slamming them, Orion brings them back up as two massive fists made of earth that have spikes in the knuckle area. Really slows Orion down, and they break after a few blows, but hey, that's all he's learned.
[Physical Description]
Add in a liquor bottle in his right hand. And your set.
[Personality] That depends on how much alcohol he has. If he's sober (almost never) he's a sour man who doesn't talk much and doesn't like the world. He can fight more calmly when sober, though.
When he's merely tipsy (sometimes), Orion is a bit more open, a bit less calm, and all-around friendlier. Still doesn't like people he doesn't know, though will talk with friends.
When he's drunk (Most of the time), Orion is very happy and open. Always cheerful, his optimism never leaves, even during a fight. He can also use drunken master to it's full effect while drunk, which is his main style.
When he's hungover (first thing in the morning), he will be very pissed until he gets a few drinks. He will literally rip people apart if bugged while he has a hangover. IE don't touch him.
Surprisingly, the fact that his liver hasn't died yet doesn't seem to concern him. He attributes it all to his master's training. AND HE'S NOT A GOD-DAMN PEDO, YA FRICKIN IDIOTS, SO SHUT IT AND GO DRINK YOURSELF UNDER THE DAMN TABLE, YA HEAR?!?!?!?
[History] First ten years of his life, he doesn't remember, due to way too much alcohol. He was living as a hermit with his family then, anyways, so it doesn't much matter.
When he turned eleven, he woke up to find his family all disappeared, and a drunken man sleeping on the floor. After kicking the drunk in the head and subsequently getting his ass kicked, he learned that his parents had sold the house to said drunk, named Bradley, and had forgotten that he was there.
That's love for ya.
Bradley, feeling sorry for the kid since he was currently hung-over and wasn't thinking straight, adopted the kid and started teaching him how to defend himself, both when he wasn't drunk and when he was drunk. More so when he was, as Bradley didn't drink anything but alcohol, and the nearest water was about two days away.
So, both of them weren't morning people.
As Orion learned under his master, he found himself also growing stronger and smarter under his tutelage. You know how most people can't move when they've drunken themselves under the table? Yeah, Orion can drink himself under the table, and can still think straight and beat the living shit out of you, let alone move. He proved this one day when he and his master went to a bar, and a bouncer tried to kick the drunk Orion out.
Is that high alcohol tolerance or smarts?
When Orion turned 17, he woke up to find his master disappeared with a note, saying that his final part was to find his master, and beat the living shit out of him. His master did do him one favor, however, and used his element, that of Aura, to keep his liver from not failing. And so Orion left.
Currently, Orion doesn't know where he is. Then again, he doesn't care, as right now he's just traveling around the world looking for his master in every bars in all the towns. And, you know, getting his supply of alcohol. He makes money by being a bouncer in said bar while he stays for a while until he's drunk enough to know which way's north and he has some information to the next bar or his master. He also makes traveling easier by hiring on to guard caravans.
Orion is neutral in the big picture of the world.
[Name] Orion Smith (you expected anything else?)
[Age] 18
[Race] Human
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] His body
[Class] Warrior
[Position/Occupation] Erm... doesn't really have one... we could say bum.
[Element] Earth
[Starting Ability] Earthen Knuckle: Literally bury fists into ground by slamming them, Orion brings them back up as two massive fists made of earth that have spikes in the knuckle area. Really slows Orion down, and they break after a few blows, but hey, that's all he's learned.
[Physical Description]
Add in a liquor bottle in his right hand. And your set.
[Personality] That depends on how much alcohol he has. If he's sober (almost never) he's a sour man who doesn't talk much and doesn't like the world. He can fight more calmly when sober, though.
When he's merely tipsy (sometimes), Orion is a bit more open, a bit less calm, and all-around friendlier. Still doesn't like people he doesn't know, though will talk with friends.
When he's drunk (Most of the time), Orion is very happy and open. Always cheerful, his optimism never leaves, even during a fight. He can also use drunken master to it's full effect while drunk, which is his main style.
When he's hungover (first thing in the morning), he will be very pissed until he gets a few drinks. He will literally rip people apart if bugged while he has a hangover. IE don't touch him.
Surprisingly, the fact that his liver hasn't died yet doesn't seem to concern him. He attributes it all to his master's training. AND HE'S NOT A GOD-DAMN PEDO, YA FRICKIN IDIOTS, SO SHUT IT AND GO DRINK YOURSELF UNDER THE DAMN TABLE, YA HEAR?!?!?!?
[History] First ten years of his life, he doesn't remember, due to way too much alcohol. He was living as a hermit with his family then, anyways, so it doesn't much matter.
When he turned eleven, he woke up to find his family all disappeared, and a drunken man sleeping on the floor. After kicking the drunk in the head and subsequently getting his ass kicked, he learned that his parents had sold the house to said drunk, named Bradley, and had forgotten that he was there.
That's love for ya.
Bradley, feeling sorry for the kid since he was currently hung-over and wasn't thinking straight, adopted the kid and started teaching him how to defend himself, both when he wasn't drunk and when he was drunk. More so when he was, as Bradley didn't drink anything but alcohol, and the nearest water was about two days away.
So, both of them weren't morning people.
As Orion learned under his master, he found himself also growing stronger and smarter under his tutelage. You know how most people can't move when they've drunken themselves under the table? Yeah, Orion can drink himself under the table, and can still think straight and beat the living shit out of you, let alone move. He proved this one day when he and his master went to a bar, and a bouncer tried to kick the drunk Orion out.
Is that high alcohol tolerance or smarts?
When Orion turned 17, he woke up to find his master disappeared with a note, saying that his final part was to find his master, and beat the living shit out of him. His master did do him one favor, however, and used his element, that of Aura, to keep his liver from not failing. And so Orion left.
Currently, Orion doesn't know where he is. Then again, he doesn't care, as right now he's just traveling around the world looking for his master in every bars in all the towns. And, you know, getting his supply of alcohol. He makes money by being a bouncer in said bar while he stays for a while until he's drunk enough to know which way's north and he has some information to the next bar or his master. He also makes traveling easier by hiring on to guard caravans.
Orion is neutral in the big picture of the world.
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*interrupts bio making long enough to comment* Aw, I was going to be the Earth Element. =P My next element choice would have been Wind, so yeah, Wind. >.>
Woops, sorry Wolfie! I can totally change it to water if you want!
I think water would be more fitting for an alcoholic, wait he doesn't drink water....
I think water would be more fitting for an alcoholic, wait he doesn't drink water....
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Nah, 'tis okay. Crimson Wolf sort of fits the "Wild and untamed" bit of the Wind description anyways, except he isn't completely untamed, biggest reason I wasn't planning to go with it at first, but Wind is fine. 
Also, it's not one person to an element. XD More than one person can be that element.
After all, there's 3 mains that are Darkness. and two that are light.
After all, there's 3 mains that are Darkness. and two that are light.
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While that is good to know, I now think I am going to go with Wind anyways. 
Thanks for saying that though, the information is appreciated, but I have a good starting ability for that Wind element already made up. 
Thanks for saying that though, the information is appreciated, but I have a good starting ability for that Wind element already made up.
So.... is my bio approved or no? You didn't mention... and I'd kinda like to know.
May I join this cool sounding RP? 
[Name] Jastan Rull
[Age] 26
[Race] Human (Crystairian)
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] 2-Handed sword aptly named Holy Seeker and it looks like this:
[Class] Warrior
[Position/Occupation] Sword for Hire
[Element] Lightning
[Starting Ability] Shock Sword - Calls upon the elemental power of lightning to imbue his sword with enough electricity for one massive attack.
[Physical Description] Jastan is a well built man mostly because of the line of work that he is in. He has dark brown hair that is kept well trimmed. He looks like this minus the white hair.
[Personality] While he is a sword for hire he has a extreme sense of justice and faith in the Kingdom of Crystair. He would rather help a complete stranger than harm him, and would have died in the service of his King and Queen but was unable to join the Royal Guard.
[History] Jastan grew up in small town in the Kingdom of Crystair an orphan of war, his father was a warrior in the Army and his mother was brutally murdered by some wandering rouges. He was raised by his grandparents and was taught how to use a sword by his grandfather who was a retired Sergeant of the army. He was also taught the usefulness of virtue and righteousness. When he became the age of 18 he left his small town and traveled to the nearest big city to become a Royal Guard. Sadly he failed and was rejected from the Royal Guard, after his dream was broken he took to taking odd guarding jobs and soon became a big name in the sword for hire business. When Umbra started it's rampage of the Kingdom of Crystair he knew that this was time he would be able to prove his loyalty by doing anything necessary to put the rightful heir on the throne again.
[Name] Jastan Rull
[Age] 26
[Race] Human (Crystairian)
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] 2-Handed sword aptly named Holy Seeker and it looks like this:
[Class] Warrior
[Position/Occupation] Sword for Hire
[Element] Lightning
[Starting Ability] Shock Sword - Calls upon the elemental power of lightning to imbue his sword with enough electricity for one massive attack.
[Physical Description] Jastan is a well built man mostly because of the line of work that he is in. He has dark brown hair that is kept well trimmed. He looks like this minus the white hair.
[Personality] While he is a sword for hire he has a extreme sense of justice and faith in the Kingdom of Crystair. He would rather help a complete stranger than harm him, and would have died in the service of his King and Queen but was unable to join the Royal Guard.
[History] Jastan grew up in small town in the Kingdom of Crystair an orphan of war, his father was a warrior in the Army and his mother was brutally murdered by some wandering rouges. He was raised by his grandparents and was taught how to use a sword by his grandfather who was a retired Sergeant of the army. He was also taught the usefulness of virtue and righteousness. When he became the age of 18 he left his small town and traveled to the nearest big city to become a Royal Guard. Sadly he failed and was rejected from the Royal Guard, after his dream was broken he took to taking odd guarding jobs and soon became a big name in the sword for hire business. When Umbra started it's rampage of the Kingdom of Crystair he knew that this was time he would be able to prove his loyalty by doing anything necessary to put the rightful heir on the throne again.
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[Name] Crimson Wolf
[Age] 20
[Race] Ferfnir (Race description can be seen here)
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] Claws & Fangs
[Class] Hunter (Fast, Agile, quite strong, good at Stealth, uses feral attacks like a wolf)
[Position/Occupation] Rebel Army
[Element] Wind
[Starting Ability] Scattering Wind (forceful blast of wind that forces those around within fairly short range down to the ground, knocking them away some as well, but does little to no damage, merely creating slightly more distance between himself and others nearby)
[Physical Description] In his humanoid form:
Credit to Hillary at DeviantArt for the image.
His height is 6'0, weight is 210 pounds. Crimson Wolf, like most of his race, prefers to be in his Humanoid Form. He has a fairly muscular body, though it would normally not be too noticeable for all the fur a Ferfnir has, his superior strength is apparent, and he doesn't attempt to cover up his entire body to hide it.
Overall appearance, for the most part, is the same as that of a Wolf, as any Ferfnir's is. In his Humanoid Form, he usually walks on two legs, though in either this form or his Feral Form, he must run on all four legs to run at his top speed.
His eye color is light brown, nose is also brown, fur is quite long, and primarily black in color, but has some crimson colored fur of unusual markings across the left side of his face, torso, low in particular, and on his tail. There is also crimson colored fur along the sides of his tail.
He wears a long, sleek black and silver coat, open, and a pair of sweat pants that are all black, and fit him loosely, so he uses a brown belt with a silver belt buckle to keep it held up well.
He never wears shoes, partly due to the problem of not being able to acquire any that will fit, though he never really looked much, because it is also his preference, feeling more free without any to be trying to walk awkwardly in with his paws.
Only wears his light weight clothing as opposed to armour, he never wears armour, be it considered light armour or heavy armour, one time that he tried it, he disliked the restricted movement greatly, he values his kin's natural capabilities highly, and has no intention to negatively impact his mobility with heavy armours.
In his normal Wolf shape (Feral Form):
He is basically a Black Wolf, but due to the odd, crimson colored fur on him, he calls himself Crimson Wolf.
Other than not wearing any of the clothes he does in his Humanoid Form, just having a couple of patches of crimson colored fur instead of markings, and his actual shape being the same as that of any Wolf, he maintains the same overall appearance otherwise, black fur all over everywhere other than the two areas, being across the left side of the face, now covering the front of the ear as well, and at the end of the tail, that have red fur.
But as a result of the shape change differences, his height and weight are altered, and become more like that of a regular, quadruped Wolf's. Height: 3'0. Weight: 140 pounds.
When shifting to this shape, it may seem odd going from having strange, inexplicable markings, to the area just becoming all crimson colored fur across the one side of the face, with no pattern to it, or on his tail, but the markings only appear in his true form, his Humanoid Form, of which he was born into.
[Personality] Crimson Wolf generally has a cool, laid back personality, and is quite tame and approachable. There are two sensitive subjects for him though; his past, and any serious reasoning to fear for his sister's life, he is very protective of her.
He would from time to time get scolded by the others in the Wolf pack (details in History), but he would just apologize then move on from it.
When he is alone and bored, he may sometimes play with his tail when he is not very tired and suddenly in a playful mood (only if in Feral Form, however), while other times he will look up at the stars and the moon in the sky at night.
If alone, bored, and tired, he will simply go to sleep. Strangely, when in his human-like shape, he prefers to sleep lying facing down. This is most likely just to avoid laying on his tail, since every once in a while, when he is sitting down somewhere late at night, he sometimes nods off, shortly after falling back and landing on his tail, which would cause it to sting a bit for a while.
As for his level of tolerance, if someone were to accidentally trip and spill water on him, but then apologizes, he wouldn't really let it bother him, just say something along the lines of
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. But now I'm all wet...if you'll excuse me, I have to go get dried off..."
Even though his fur is of dark colors, and he wears dark colored clothing, he isn't the least bit sinister, and is strongly against the killing of the innocent, and despises criminals, but even them he will not always just attack mercilessly, but bring them to justice rather than to their graves.
As for someone killing another in self defense, the other brought it upon them self when they went looking to pick trouble, just a matter of time before they pick on the wrong person and get what they have coming to them. Sounds cruel, but such is life.
Though he tries to be unnoticed doing this, if he knows there will a tough fight just ahead of him or a series of fights, he will go aside and think back on the more harsh experiences from his past to intentionally shed tears, he will be able to fight better after getting this out of his system, an odd but indeed a useful, not meaningless course of action to take as a battle preparation from time to time.
If someone sees him doing this, they may not understand how doing this gives him strength. But one would have to see his face to tell he is being emotional, as he always has his eyes closed during this, and is silent, so someone would have to see at least a tear trickle down his furry face to be able to tell if he is doing this.
[History] On the day a ruthless army of Dark Soldiers came into the Kingdom of Crystair, some time leading up to then and at that time, Crimson Wolf was as a shadow to Crystair, observing it, but unseen by others.
Thinking he could in secret defend it from opposition as it draws near, he continued to watch over it from a distance. But never was it anticipated that an army of soldiers would approach, and he knew he alone could hardly put a dent into their numbers, and it would be suicide.
Dreadfully, Crimson had merely stayed with them to follow them, unseen, and unheard as the footsteps of many created a far greater noise than his own footsteps. Despite their numbers, keeping his presence concealed from them came fairly easily to him.
But once they were reaching Crystair, he was reluctant to enter into the Kingdom, and following along the outskirts, as the soldiers advanced further in, keeping ears open to be able to hear, even when he couldn't see them.
It seemed nothing was going to get in their way, as the moment any did, it resulted in a bloody massacre for them. Seeing and hearing this, he felt that he had failed miserably, for the one thing he had been watching over the kingdom for, was something he was unable to prevent.
As he looked off toward the castle, he recalled seeing two individuals fighting through to get into it, one of them had wings. After some time, he saw those same to rush out of the castle, it would seem as if they were being chased, which under the circumstances, would be understandable enough, as someone likely wants those two dead.
Feeling some amount of regret for how things had turned for the worse, Kingdom Crystair getting completely overrun by dark soldiers, the two that came out of that castle certainly were not with the enemy, and as such, Crimson determined he would follow them until a good opportunity presented itself for him to reveal his presence...or by chance he is detected by one of them.
If any of this doesn't fit, needs to be edited in any way, just let me know, as I am sure you would anyways.
[Age] 20
[Race] Ferfnir (Race description can be seen here)
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] Claws & Fangs
[Class] Hunter (Fast, Agile, quite strong, good at Stealth, uses feral attacks like a wolf)
[Position/Occupation] Rebel Army
[Element] Wind
[Starting Ability] Scattering Wind (forceful blast of wind that forces those around within fairly short range down to the ground, knocking them away some as well, but does little to no damage, merely creating slightly more distance between himself and others nearby)
[Physical Description] In his humanoid form:
Credit to Hillary at DeviantArt for the image.
His height is 6'0, weight is 210 pounds. Crimson Wolf, like most of his race, prefers to be in his Humanoid Form. He has a fairly muscular body, though it would normally not be too noticeable for all the fur a Ferfnir has, his superior strength is apparent, and he doesn't attempt to cover up his entire body to hide it.
Overall appearance, for the most part, is the same as that of a Wolf, as any Ferfnir's is. In his Humanoid Form, he usually walks on two legs, though in either this form or his Feral Form, he must run on all four legs to run at his top speed.
His eye color is light brown, nose is also brown, fur is quite long, and primarily black in color, but has some crimson colored fur of unusual markings across the left side of his face, torso, low in particular, and on his tail. There is also crimson colored fur along the sides of his tail.
He wears a long, sleek black and silver coat, open, and a pair of sweat pants that are all black, and fit him loosely, so he uses a brown belt with a silver belt buckle to keep it held up well.
He never wears shoes, partly due to the problem of not being able to acquire any that will fit, though he never really looked much, because it is also his preference, feeling more free without any to be trying to walk awkwardly in with his paws.
Only wears his light weight clothing as opposed to armour, he never wears armour, be it considered light armour or heavy armour, one time that he tried it, he disliked the restricted movement greatly, he values his kin's natural capabilities highly, and has no intention to negatively impact his mobility with heavy armours.
In his normal Wolf shape (Feral Form):
He is basically a Black Wolf, but due to the odd, crimson colored fur on him, he calls himself Crimson Wolf.
Other than not wearing any of the clothes he does in his Humanoid Form, just having a couple of patches of crimson colored fur instead of markings, and his actual shape being the same as that of any Wolf, he maintains the same overall appearance otherwise, black fur all over everywhere other than the two areas, being across the left side of the face, now covering the front of the ear as well, and at the end of the tail, that have red fur.
But as a result of the shape change differences, his height and weight are altered, and become more like that of a regular, quadruped Wolf's. Height: 3'0. Weight: 140 pounds.
When shifting to this shape, it may seem odd going from having strange, inexplicable markings, to the area just becoming all crimson colored fur across the one side of the face, with no pattern to it, or on his tail, but the markings only appear in his true form, his Humanoid Form, of which he was born into.
[Personality] Crimson Wolf generally has a cool, laid back personality, and is quite tame and approachable. There are two sensitive subjects for him though; his past, and any serious reasoning to fear for his sister's life, he is very protective of her.
He would from time to time get scolded by the others in the Wolf pack (details in History), but he would just apologize then move on from it.
When he is alone and bored, he may sometimes play with his tail when he is not very tired and suddenly in a playful mood (only if in Feral Form, however), while other times he will look up at the stars and the moon in the sky at night.
If alone, bored, and tired, he will simply go to sleep. Strangely, when in his human-like shape, he prefers to sleep lying facing down. This is most likely just to avoid laying on his tail, since every once in a while, when he is sitting down somewhere late at night, he sometimes nods off, shortly after falling back and landing on his tail, which would cause it to sting a bit for a while.
As for his level of tolerance, if someone were to accidentally trip and spill water on him, but then apologizes, he wouldn't really let it bother him, just say something along the lines of
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. But now I'm all wet...if you'll excuse me, I have to go get dried off..."
Even though his fur is of dark colors, and he wears dark colored clothing, he isn't the least bit sinister, and is strongly against the killing of the innocent, and despises criminals, but even them he will not always just attack mercilessly, but bring them to justice rather than to their graves.
As for someone killing another in self defense, the other brought it upon them self when they went looking to pick trouble, just a matter of time before they pick on the wrong person and get what they have coming to them. Sounds cruel, but such is life.
Though he tries to be unnoticed doing this, if he knows there will a tough fight just ahead of him or a series of fights, he will go aside and think back on the more harsh experiences from his past to intentionally shed tears, he will be able to fight better after getting this out of his system, an odd but indeed a useful, not meaningless course of action to take as a battle preparation from time to time.
If someone sees him doing this, they may not understand how doing this gives him strength. But one would have to see his face to tell he is being emotional, as he always has his eyes closed during this, and is silent, so someone would have to see at least a tear trickle down his furry face to be able to tell if he is doing this.
[History] On the day a ruthless army of Dark Soldiers came into the Kingdom of Crystair, some time leading up to then and at that time, Crimson Wolf was as a shadow to Crystair, observing it, but unseen by others.
Thinking he could in secret defend it from opposition as it draws near, he continued to watch over it from a distance. But never was it anticipated that an army of soldiers would approach, and he knew he alone could hardly put a dent into their numbers, and it would be suicide.
Dreadfully, Crimson had merely stayed with them to follow them, unseen, and unheard as the footsteps of many created a far greater noise than his own footsteps. Despite their numbers, keeping his presence concealed from them came fairly easily to him.
But once they were reaching Crystair, he was reluctant to enter into the Kingdom, and following along the outskirts, as the soldiers advanced further in, keeping ears open to be able to hear, even when he couldn't see them.
It seemed nothing was going to get in their way, as the moment any did, it resulted in a bloody massacre for them. Seeing and hearing this, he felt that he had failed miserably, for the one thing he had been watching over the kingdom for, was something he was unable to prevent.
As he looked off toward the castle, he recalled seeing two individuals fighting through to get into it, one of them had wings. After some time, he saw those same to rush out of the castle, it would seem as if they were being chased, which under the circumstances, would be understandable enough, as someone likely wants those two dead.
Feeling some amount of regret for how things had turned for the worse, Kingdom Crystair getting completely overrun by dark soldiers, the two that came out of that castle certainly were not with the enemy, and as such, Crimson determined he would follow them until a good opportunity presented itself for him to reveal his presence...or by chance he is detected by one of them.
If any of this doesn't fit, needs to be edited in any way, just let me know, as I am sure you would anyways.
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looks like my spellsword has an arch nemisis in the loyalist camp lol
and a fellow merc friend
and a fellow merc friend
And your character is an aura while mine is lightning... they could make a good team.
[Name] Gennaen (jen-NAY-en) Lifegrip (sh, Vikki)
[Age] 45
[Race] Human (Umbran)
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] Twin-bladed Dagger (Mentalius) The dagger Mentalius consists of two 9-inch long blades that drive outward from a 5-inch long cured leather grip. The blades are rectangular in shape, ending in a sharp point on the outward edge of the distal part of the metal. The steel is tempered and darkened, and flecked with chips of silver imbued with arcane magic. The handle is made of the same darkened steel, and the grip is a shade of blue so dark it is nearly black.
[Class] Shadow Priest
[Position/Occupation] Dark General, Second-in-Command to the Tyrant of Umbra
[Element] Charlie Murphy
[Starting Ability] Transfixion - After a short incantation, two psionic spikes appear above the enemy's temples, pointed inward and down, so they would meet at the base of the skull. After a split-second pause, the spikes drive downward sharply, impaling themselves into the enemy's mind. The spikes cause no direct physical damage, but can disrupt several mental processes, and causes a significant, and against a weaker target almost paralyzing, amount of pain. Transfixion has the capability of disrupting a spell mid-cast, as well as the capability of causing an opponent to drop a weapon. It may also disrupt sensory perception for a short amount of time (five seconds at the most). The spell drains 15% of Gennaen's base mana pool.
[Physical Description] Gennaen is an imposing physical specimen, standing 6'6" tall, with broad shoulders, belying his distaste for virtually all forms of physical combat. Weighing at 245 pounds, his body weight is distributed evenly across his frame. With medium-length black hair, and eyes of a brown so dark it looks black in the daylight, Gennaen's facial features do little to hide the dark energy emanating from his being. The Dark General is usually dressed in a flowing robe made of enchanted spellthread, colored midnight blue, dark purple, and black. The robe is full-length, its hem brushing the tops of his feet. At times, and whether it's an optical illusion caused by the colors of the robe isn't clear, Gennaen seems to dispel momentarily, becoming pure shadow.
[Personality] Gennaen rarely if ever shows any form of emotion. His personality, while not cold per se, has no excessive warmth. No one is above his contempt, from the lowliest common foot soldier, to the highest ranking officer in the Tyrant's army. The only person he holds in any amount of esteem is Rhade, the Dark General.
[History] Gennaen's origin is unknown. At the age of sixteen, he appeared in Umbra and signed up to join the military. Showing a strong inclination toward magic, he was given to the dark priests of Umbra for training purposes. Gennaen advanced quickly through the ranks, finishing in four years a program which took most novices ten (or more) to complete.
At the gala in which Rhade overthrew the Queen of Umbra, Gennaen took his usual position of silently watching the goings-on from the shadows at the outskirts of the ballroom. When the ritualistic slaughter of the loyalists to the Queen took place, Gennaen had his subordinates do much of the dirty work, not deigning to get his hands dirty.
In later years, the invasion of Crystair was largely possible to the subterfuge of Umbran double agents directly under the command of Gennaen.
[Age] 45
[Race] Human (Umbran)
[Gender] Male
[Weapon] Twin-bladed Dagger (Mentalius) The dagger Mentalius consists of two 9-inch long blades that drive outward from a 5-inch long cured leather grip. The blades are rectangular in shape, ending in a sharp point on the outward edge of the distal part of the metal. The steel is tempered and darkened, and flecked with chips of silver imbued with arcane magic. The handle is made of the same darkened steel, and the grip is a shade of blue so dark it is nearly black.
[Class] Shadow Priest
[Position/Occupation] Dark General, Second-in-Command to the Tyrant of Umbra
[Element] Charlie Murphy
[Starting Ability] Transfixion - After a short incantation, two psionic spikes appear above the enemy's temples, pointed inward and down, so they would meet at the base of the skull. After a split-second pause, the spikes drive downward sharply, impaling themselves into the enemy's mind. The spikes cause no direct physical damage, but can disrupt several mental processes, and causes a significant, and against a weaker target almost paralyzing, amount of pain. Transfixion has the capability of disrupting a spell mid-cast, as well as the capability of causing an opponent to drop a weapon. It may also disrupt sensory perception for a short amount of time (five seconds at the most). The spell drains 15% of Gennaen's base mana pool.
[Physical Description] Gennaen is an imposing physical specimen, standing 6'6" tall, with broad shoulders, belying his distaste for virtually all forms of physical combat. Weighing at 245 pounds, his body weight is distributed evenly across his frame. With medium-length black hair, and eyes of a brown so dark it looks black in the daylight, Gennaen's facial features do little to hide the dark energy emanating from his being. The Dark General is usually dressed in a flowing robe made of enchanted spellthread, colored midnight blue, dark purple, and black. The robe is full-length, its hem brushing the tops of his feet. At times, and whether it's an optical illusion caused by the colors of the robe isn't clear, Gennaen seems to dispel momentarily, becoming pure shadow.
[Personality] Gennaen rarely if ever shows any form of emotion. His personality, while not cold per se, has no excessive warmth. No one is above his contempt, from the lowliest common foot soldier, to the highest ranking officer in the Tyrant's army. The only person he holds in any amount of esteem is Rhade, the Dark General.
[History] Gennaen's origin is unknown. At the age of sixteen, he appeared in Umbra and signed up to join the military. Showing a strong inclination toward magic, he was given to the dark priests of Umbra for training purposes. Gennaen advanced quickly through the ranks, finishing in four years a program which took most novices ten (or more) to complete.
At the gala in which Rhade overthrew the Queen of Umbra, Gennaen took his usual position of silently watching the goings-on from the shadows at the outskirts of the ballroom. When the ritualistic slaughter of the loyalists to the Queen took place, Gennaen had his subordinates do much of the dirty work, not deigning to get his hands dirty.
In later years, the invasion of Crystair was largely possible to the subterfuge of Umbran double agents directly under the command of Gennaen.
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Your element is Charlie Murphy? I FUCKING APPROVE. Quickly, someone make a character with the element Rick James.
They'll fight for the couch.
In all seriousness, looking forward to the rest of that bio, Jesse. I liked the concept of your starting ability. Seems interesting.
Also, I think this will be the first RP in which I'll be getting to RP with you.
They'll fight for the couch.
In all seriousness, looking forward to the rest of that bio, Jesse. I liked the concept of your starting ability. Seems interesting.
Also, I think this will be the first RP in which I'll be getting to RP with you.
DARKNESS!
I think we were in an FFIX one together, Ringo, but we never interacted.
I think we were in an FFIX one together, Ringo, but we never interacted.