Player Characters

Name: Ra'shah Tik'shir
Race/Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 30's
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Vocation/Class: Swashbuckler/fighter; former Monk

Physical Description (as desired)

Eyes: blue-orange-red iris
Hair: short, 1/3 inch.
Skin Tone: tanned
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 lbs or so
Clothing/Gear: He'll use weapons, and proficiently as far as I am concerned. Swords, spears, and staffs mostly. Pretty much his environment. He carries no weapons, but that might change on circumstance. He uses his surroundings as his weapon. Clothing/Gear: Tunic, pantaloons, and sash about his waist, all of silk. He wears boots of a thick and stiff leather about his shins, and the shoe portion of it has a supple leather about the ankle and then continues to be a thick stiff leather from there on. THe sole of the boot is another layer of thick leather upon the already thick leather of the boot.

Brief History/ Bio: A former Monk, who thought that they not just limit themselves to the same form of fighting and spiritual enlightenment as their ancestors and masters before them. Times change, he realized, and they are getting lost in an ancient world that no longer exists. As people change, dieties change, and fighting changes. So must the old ways to conform this changing world.

A believer, since he left, that one may use a weapon in extension of his body to serve a purpose, he does use weapons. Something (if i am not mistaken that is) that Monks are not willing to do conventionally.

He knows that the eating habits of his former way of life is the best. He also knows the fighting styles are superior to most others, but he evolves and changes them. Not all fight as a Monk, and he must adapt for different weapons in a different world, outside of the temples and circles. He eats meat, but the right kinds, and mostly vegetation (fruits, veggies, etc.) and has a strict training schedual, for a traveler. However, no where near the temple's strictness and intensity.

He does miss the companionship and brotherhood, but he has chosen to leave himself. He wishes to bring more knowledge and wisdom into his reletively short life. Perhaps to teach his fellow Monks of the new world and new ways and offer a way to stay with the changing times. Not to be assimilated, but to keep simply living. The old ways are dying, and the numbers of dwindling of their kind.

slowloris
Name: Karne
Race/Specie: Tinker Gnome
Gender: Male
Age: 90
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Vocation/Class: Bannished monk, freelance Assassin

Physical Description: Karne is always seen wearing a red cloak and a hood. He passes himself off more of a Gnomish wizard then an assassin. The only spell he knows is to make a physical illusion of himself and that take out alot from him. So he usually uses a mix of various chemicals to create minor fireworks to pass off his "mage" disguise.

Eyes: Blue
Hair: White
Skin Tone: tanned
Height: 3'5
Weight: 40Kg
Clothing/Gear: light leather armour. 2 daggers are kept in his belt with various other equipment such as blow darts and other trinkets he can rummage up. ( can't really think of gear right now, but will not make him outrageously equipped)

Brief History/ Bio: Karne grew up as any normal Gnome. Enjoying the sunshine and pretty much being left alone. But Karne was different. Somehow within him he knew he was looking for something, lusting for something.

He left his family at the age of 20 and joined up with a group of outcast Gnomes who called themselve "the Brotherhood of Solace". They were Gnomes who had stolen the martial arts from a temple and used its teaching to set up a training ground for would be Gnomish monks. Karne spent a good part of his life with them, 40 years.

Throughout his time there he mastered the art of unarmed combat, stealth and meditation. But after so many years there he still felt something lacking. The turning point in his life came when he accidentally killed his sparring partner. The first time he ever killed anyone and in some twisted way it felt good. Karne was not remorseful at all and the Brotherhood felt it was better for Karne to leave.

With his skills in combat, he sold his services as an assassin to the highest bidder. But after so many years of killing, there was a bounty on his head and he used the clothes of his last Gnomish mage contract to carry off the part of a Gnomish mage as a disguise. For most to all Gnomes in the region were mages. He learnt a minor mirror image spell from a passing Gnome who had too much to drink at the bar.

Mireldeyn
Name: Giuliani Periaptor
Race/Species: Sylvan Centaur
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Vocation/Class: Sorcerer

Eyes: Ice blue as the iris, but her pupils are brownish-orange in color
Hair:
head: brown streaked with white-blonde
Horse body: Chestnut with a flaxon mane and tail...in normal-people terms, look at this horse(the second pix):

Skin Tone: very dark...think Asian skin tone
Height: 15 hands 3 inches at her whither, but to her head she is 7'5"
Weight: 1073 lbs (hey...she has a horse body...what did you expect? 8-p)

Clothing/Gear: wears a beaded headdress that's intricate metalwork and green beads go down to her shoulders; the brow band has three beads hanging down past the 4-rows of links of chain mail brow band to almost between her eyes. She wears a leather top that fits kind of tightly, but is not all that loose, either, incase it gets in the way of her charts and books. She carries around an assortment of throwing daggers, and keeps a bow with a quiver of arrows for hunting purposes.

Geco
Name: Astyl
Race/Specie: Sea-Elf
Gender: Make
Age: 214 years young
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Vocation/Class: Swashie

Physical Description: Astyl is fairly tall (I think) for an Elf at about 5'9". He is slender without much in the way of huge muscle tone, but the reduced weight has made him extra light on his feet and highly dexterous. His hair is a bleached grey contrasting heavily with his heavily bronzed skin from so many years as sea and a pair of golden eyes rounds it out. His hair is shoulder length to cover his gills if neccessary (some people tend to freak I would imagine) and his ears stick up through his hair. His face is long with high cheekbones. He has an ace of spades tattooed on his right forearm and a ace of diamonds on his left.

Eyes: Golden Azure
Hair: Cloudy Grey
Skin Tone: Bronze
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 141 lbs
Clothing/Gear: He wears a standard sailors linens with a black vest, crimson sash and bandanna, small wrist guards and dark brown leather pants and boots. He wields a single weapon which he has become most proficient with, a rapier, keeping a stiletto as a safeguard in his right boot. He is Captain of the "[name to be thought of later]" a small but steady and swift Caravel with which he loots from those he has deemed overly wealthly.

Cala
Name: Delyth Misara
Race/Specie: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Equivalent to 25 in human years, no idea what that would be, and suggestions/clarifications would be greatly appreciated ^_^;;
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Vocation/Class: Ranger

Physical Description: Delyth is slender and athletic. She wears a leather necklace around her waist, and a matching bracelet on her right wrist. A leaf charm is found on both. She has a scar above her right eye, going from the middle of her forhead to almost the top of her ear. Her hair reaches her waist and is normally tied in a single braid.

Eyes: dark green
Hair: light brown with streaks of silver
Skin Tone: tanned
Height: 5'6
Weight: 115 lbs
Clothing/Gear: She wears green leggings, green tunic, brown belt, brown boots and brown knuckle gloves. Wears a pouch at her waist. Bow over her shoulder crossways and quiver secured over both shoulders like a backpack. She carries a dagger on her belt and another in one of her boots.

Brief History/ Bio: Delyth was raised by her father and half-brother who were both rangers. Her mother disappeared soon after she was born, she was told, never to be seen again. Her father, Osric, and her brother, Kane, began teaching her how to use a bow at a very young age.

SoHee
Name: Ari'Rhyianna Dwin'arnith
Race/Specie: High Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 124
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Vocation/Class: The Aristocrat

Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Black, thick and long, reaching her butt
Skin Tone: Fair, if not even a tad pale
Height: 1.75 cm (I'm too tired to calc it)
Weight: 53 Kg

Clothing/Gear: Ari has never worn anything else than gowns and dresses. She prefer's gowns with a low cut, long sleeves and laces in the back (think corsette). She often wears sky blue, to match her eyes. Her fingers and ears are filled with jewlery in various sizes and colours. She has a cape with a large hood in her House's colours/emblem, dark green with a golden pattern embroided. The pattern has she shape of a large serpent encoiled around a staff. The only weaponry she owns is a long, thin silver dagger, hanging around her waist in a silver chain. In her chain is also a black leather pouch hanging, filled with coins. And if she is travelling she needs at least a smaller trunk to follow with her belongings. ;)

Brief History/ Bio: Ari'Rhyianna is born in a noble family, The House of Dwin'arnith, which have led to the fact that she is very spoiled. She has always gotten everything she could ever want, and more. And does one need to say that apart from her natural charm (that indeed effects most, when in the right mood) the girl is useless. She knows how to handle her dagger, not well, but well enough if angried. But why would she have to bother with such things, since she never travels anywhere without companions who are more "able" to look after her. Politics bores her and she sees no reason to why she would have to do any kind of work. At the moment a rich elven merchandiser is courting her. Not that she cares or would like to marry him, but he DOES give her a lot of jewlery, since that is his trading. Which is his only perk at this moment.

Goldeneyes
Name: Yelam Den Nojany
Race/Specie: Golden Tiger Wildling
Gender: Male
Age: approximately 25
Alignment: Neutral Good
Vocation/Class: Paladin/Ranger

Eyes: Like cats eyes they can change appearance depending on angle and lighting, in daylight theough they appear to be a Briliant green, at night they are a glowing burnished gold, if you catch them at the right angle.
Hair: Golden Tan Fur covering his whole Body
Skin Tone: lighter version of his fur
Height: 8'4" if standing on two feet, 3'2" if on all fours
Weight: 500lbs
Clothing/Gear: N/A

Brief History/ Bio:
Yelam belongs to a sect of Tiger Wildlings that has taken it upon themselves to protect wildling society (such as it is) and all the creatures within their domain. They are singular and solitary creatures, coming only together to mate, and that rarely. They normally stake out a portion of wildenress containing a population of wildlings, protecting that area as fiercly as any army protects their nation.

They follow their own morality, and so cannot be said to be truly Lawful, but they would never hurt an "innocent" and will prosecute any "evil" they find unto the ends of the earth. Of course "innocent" and "evil" may vary from case to case.

Yelam is even more of an outsider than his bretren because he was Born deformed. You see, while he has a nearly "perfect" form, perfect meaning he is nearly a perfect tiger, having only been lightly brushed with the magic, he has no stripes. This has made him a bit of an outcast, and, though he is well past the age to have been mated, he has never sired an offspring. He does not even seek the companionship of his protectorates, instead those who see him are rarely the innocent.

However he has still managed to earn a nickname, from those few who have seen him and not been his prey, and those fewer still who have been his prey and escaped, he is known as "The Lion" for his stripeless, tan coat, and the fact that the fur around his head is thicker, longer, and slightly darker than the rest of his coat, giving him the semblance of a mane.

Yelam has learned basic common from the many Brigands he has captured and... interogated, though he is, at best, crude in his common.

He has spent his entire life after he left his mother protecting his quadrant, and lately a newcomer has been making trouble, a rival for the area, another Golden Tiger. The Newcomer is fast and strong, but no real rival to Yelam who has far more experience. He has however learned of instnaces in which the newcomer has, against all protocal attempted to attack Brigands in his quadrant. This is a grievous offence against Yelam's honor, one he expects to rectify shortly.

Kulatu
Name: Kilanyia
Race: Sun Elf (Sounds cooler than Fire. :D)
Gender: Female
Age: 247
Alignment: True Neutral
Vocation/Class: Sorceress

Physical Description: Kilanyia radiates what would be an "aura" of power. She seems intimidating to most and powerful to others. She is somewhat skinny; this appears to be from lack of nourishment.

Clothing/Gear: Brown breeches, Green tunic, gray cloak. Belt with a dagger secured against it. Numerous pouches full of various herbs and rations.

History: Kilanyia is an orphaned child. Her home lay in a small village nestled in the trees. One day when she was still a young child, bandits attacked her home. The village was sacked and she barely escaped with her life. She fled deep into the woods where she hid.

From there the child learned to survive on her own. She became mildly feral, and for a hundred years she lived in the wilderness. Finally she was discovered by a travelling ranger named Vergibond, who cared for her. For another 75 years she lived and travelled with the young elven man.

He taught her the ways of modern life, the common languages of the world. One day during their travels brigands ambushed them on the road. Her companion was mortally wounded staving them off, and perished soon after. In a fit of pure rage her powers were unleashed and for the first time she learned of her magic.

After putting her friend to rest, she set out on her journeys. With her new powers she seeks to find a purpose in this world.

Amber
Name: Korrath Gil'nev
Race/Specie: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 236
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Vocation/Class: Ranger

Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Soft brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: 2 meters
Weight: 175 lb.
Clothing/Gear: Korrath wears clothing of leather, including shirt, vest, pants and boots. He is a skilled archer, and can hold his own in hand-to-hand combat, nothing fancy, and a hunting knife. He carries with him his bow and a big quiver of arrows, his hunting knife, and a small pack of survival items when travelling, including stuff like rope, a bit of fire starters, and the like.

Brief History/ Bio: Korrath spent the first half of his life learning how to be a good ranger and fighter. After that, he spent a good portion on patrols, until he got injured in a fight that took out more than half of his friends and fellow patrol members. So he contracted himself out at the Dwin'arnith house, and has served as Ari'Rhyianna's bodyguard since she was born. He puts up with her patiently, and a lot wonder how exactly he manages it.

Name: Szarri Jaehnaeth
Race/Specie: Twilight Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 150
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Vocation/Class: Common/Serving maid

Eyes: Black
Hair: Navy blue/black, about the lgnth of her mid back, usually plaited into a braid.
Skin Tone: Greyish
Height: 1.65 meters
Weight: 130 lb.
Clothing/Gear: Szarri usually wears a grey dress that matches her skin and hair, along with an apron with various pockets of things, among them combs, pins, thread, scissors, and other little accessories her Lady might require.

Brief History/ Bio: All of her life, Szarri has been a servant in the Dwin'arnith house. And, unfortunately for the poor girl, she's been assigned as Ari'Rhyianna's maid for the past ten years, and is by now getting used to it. In her spare time (if any) she loves to read, and write, often able to keep her lady amused with regaling stories.

Sypress
Name: Travan Dwin'eplith
Race/Specie: Wild Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 157
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Vocation/Class: Druid

Eyes: Forest Green
Hair: Mossy Green
Skin Tone: Murky Green
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 155Lbs
Clothing/Gear: Travan wears robes of a muddy brown with faint designs of leaves imprinted in a slightly darker brown. He carries wooden staff with him, though he is rather clumsy with it and is rather useless as a fighter.

Drice
Name: Draven
Race/Specie: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Vocation/Class: Thief/Summoner

Physical Descripition: Strength is not a trait normally mentioned with Draven, he relies more on his speed and agility then actual strength. He has shoulder length silver hair and a nasty scar that runs from just below his right eye to his chin.

Eyes: Blue
Hair: Silver
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: 5'8
Weight: 138 lbs
Clothing/Gear: Dark green traveling clothes and a black cloak. His weapons include five throwing knives hidden about (One up each sleeve, two sheathed at his back, and the fifth in his right boot), a long curved knife tucked in at the waist. His traveling bag holds items of his craft including a grappeling hook & rope, his money pouch, a change of clothes and most importantly the 'Angeis Der' the book of Summoning.

Brief History/ Bio: Orphaned young Draven relied on his 'darker' skills to survive the streets. As a child he needed to believe in higher things in order to make sense of the cold reality he lived. The belief became magic. Wizards were uncommon in the darker allys where he grew up and magic became something like a faery tale captivating his mind and filling it with hope. He dreamed of one day becoming a wizard a fast ticket out of his mercilous existence.

However his dreams were dashed when he finally grew the courage to try. When he was fifteen he went to one of the Magic Schools hoping to impress someone enough to teach him. Only then did come to learn that he had only the barest touch of magic within him. Not enough to ever become a true wizard, and certainly not enough to warrant any teachings.

Angry he struck back the only way he knew how. Late one night he broke into the Library hoping to procure something that would help him. In his haste he found the Angeis Der, a rare and sometimes cursed book. It was during his escape that he was given the scar on his cheek, his price he calls it. The Angeis Der is a book of preconstructed spells that already holds the necessary magic within it's pages to cast the spell. Instead it requires another cost from the user. The cost is split in two, the power and a catalyst. The power is the users own life energy. The catalyst can be anything from a sprinkle of dirt to a drop of blood depending on the spell type.

Idril Celebrindal
Name: Niyara
Race/Species: Fire Elf
Gender:female
Age: youngish *grin*
Vocation/Class: swashbuckler/duelist

Physical description:
Quite tall and very slender, Niyara has sculpted, delicate features like most any elf's. Hers are, perhaps, a bit sharper and narrower than many, but not particularily noticably. Pointyish ears.

Eyes: red amberish (i.e., not completely red ^-^)
Hair: red
Skin Tone: tannish
Clothing/Gear:
2 swords

Niyara decided early on in life that a few conclusions could sum up the world- People are stupid, and Oh well, I'm not. This arrogant summary led her to an early obsession with the arts of the sword, despite the tendancy of her people to specialize in sorcery. She was decent enough at magic, especially liking spells involving large, violent explosions, but far preferred the 'greater art' of a blade.

This reasoning and phrasing was not popular with herfamily, who were a rather devoted group of sorcerers, and Niyara left as soon as possible to travel the world- despite her opinion that "people are idiots", she enjoyed this imensely, although rarely let anyone else see this. Rudeness and a certain disregard for other peoples' skill dumped her into various prisons- and to the bottom of several ditches.

Despite this, she managed to survive, bearing with her no lesson but only a scar and a greater conviction of her own skill and immortality in the face of potentially foolish actions.

gurney
Name: Jimminee
Race: Wild Elf
Gender: male
Age: ???
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Vocation/Class: Druid

Physical description: Thin, lanky, pointy ears, long fingers, big feet, covered in mud, naked as the day he was born, usually spotted sleeping or talking to something.

Eyes: really green
Hair: really green
Skin-tone: pale
Height: 5ft 5in
Weight: 120 lb
Clothing/Gear: None

Brief History/Bio:
Jimminee would stick out like a sore thumb in the forest where he's lived all his life, if he wasn't covered in all that mud. He leaps like a rabbit and climbs like a squirrel, and he's probably talked most of the rabbits and squirrels on the island. He's going through the list that he got from an old whosamabah and talking to everyone. He once sat down and listened to one old tree for an hundred years before he got up and cracked his back. His memory is very good, but he's heard so many things that he's forgotten some minor details of his life, like his family and when/where he was born. He's never in one place for very long, unless he's caught up in an interesting conversation, and then he might stick around for a couple of centuries.

Jimminee usually talks to animals, insects, plants, rocks, waters, and other spirits that inhabit the forest. He knows many languages in and out of the forest, but he seldom talks to people anymore, because they tend to go insane when he tries to hold an "interesting" conversation with them in their own language. Jimminee usually forgets to mention that he's a charmer, so it hasn't helped when the person he's talking to has sudden mood swings or dizziness or forgets who he is and what he's doing there. There was a very famous wizard in a tall, bright tower who invited Jimminee to "see the view", and less than an hour of straight conversation had passed when the wizard set himself on fire and jumped out the window. Since then, Jimminee's being living in the woods, covered in mud, talking to things.

huntess
Name: Rhalis Rivervale (Lord of Winter's Keep)
Race/Specie: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown (looks about 49 maybe 50ish)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Vocation/Class: Cleric/Fighter

Eyes: Ice blue - sometimes Cerulean
Hair: Short, black w/ streaks of grey
Skin Tone: Peachy
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164 lbs w/ armor
Clothing/Gear: When not seen in furs, he is seen regularly in black, soft-leather breeches, soft-leather boots, and a belt. His tunic is of a dark cerulean and has modified grey leggings into sleeves (of which the end hooks around the middle finger of either hand). At his waist, hooked to the belt, are two hand axes. A dagger is concealed within his tunic. A battle axe is sometimes seen strapped to his pack, which carries various adventuring gear for those long treks through the wilderness. Sometimes he can be seen with small rimmed spectacles...whether or not he needs them is unknown.

He was born in another world that many of Eseran's inhabitants have forgotten or insist is merely legend. He carries the name Rivervale and prides himself little of the awe that comes of it. He remembers little of the other world, save a recurring dream filled with disturbing images of dragons, fire, and a dark figure left behind. He was only ten years old at the time...

Tormented by such dreams, he travels the Northern Reaches knowingly in search of the Destiny he deems as a vision in dreams. None of this, of course, stops the incessant worship from those young ladies willing to do what they must to acquire a position in his court. -_-

Name: Duina Faling
Race/Specie: Fae/Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 394 years
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Vocation/Class: Ranger (Scout)

Eyes: Amber
Hair: Medium length (to shoulders), Amber in color
Skin Tone: Light chestnut
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 123 lbs
Clothing/Gear: Various greens and browns in spring. Various shades of gray and whites in winter.

Brief History/ Bio: She found Rhalis washed ashore in the Elven wood and cared for him until his trek north where the cold weather would soothe his burned skin. She has considered herself a surrogate mother and his guardian until either one dies. This motherly instinct has kept Rhalis out of many troubles so far, but one never is certain when that will end. Not much else is known of her past and she rarely speaks of it herself.

Seasons of Time (All Links will open into new windows.)

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