Characters Thread

[Arkaen]

(Two Kinds)

Name : Arkaen Laern

Age : 23

Race : Human Male

Job/Specialties : Ranged//Magical Fighting

History : Originally raised in an average family, living near a southron river, Arkaen was named for all things Arcane. His parents, wanting their son to better the world, thought that magic would be a perfect opporitunity. Raised as a farmhand, while also being fed knowledge through the books his parents had scavenged, he was eventually scouted out by an old, travelling templar. The Templar, surprised at the young man’s intellect in a mostly farming based area, recruited him as an apprentice. Arkaen met with many famous people in the current world, such as Trace Legacy, for short periods, as he and his master travelled. When the templar, now a dear friend to Arkaen, died, he went into a state of shock and, for a few weeks, lost all vestiges of sanity until he wandered into a city where a small group of clerics nursed him to health. With his sanity restored, he did what his mentor had been doing. He travelled across the continent, past the islands of the Basitin and back. Mapping it all out, he became well known in the scholar community, and was regarded as a legend by the few that knew of him. Now on a mission of self rediscovery, he must encounter many strange people; Humans, Keidrans, and Basitins alike!

[Saperaud]

Here is mine
Name: Fayt Kromin
Age:17
Gender:Male
Height:5'10"
Weight: 140 pounds
Race: Human
General appearance:

Personality: Laid back, kind, protective of friends, and smart when necessary

Background: Shortly after Fayt is born his mother disappears leaving his 5 year old genius sister to take care of both of them. As they grow up his sister Dinah takes a liking to experimenting on her brother. These experiments ran from horrible cooking to straight out lethal weapons testing and everything inbetween. All this experimentation and his random bouts of very bad luck led to Fayt developing a high resistance to damage and pain, aswell as a great resitance to the cold, the ability to heal at a very fast rate and reattach severed limbs. His sister's deathly cooking also led Fayt to develop a resistance to most poisons and some chemical warfare. Fayt deals with the large amount of stress of being a test subject by learning many styles of unarmed combat.

Known Family:Dinah Kromin(sister, age 22)

Abilities: High damage, pain, and cold resistance, very fast healing(cuts take 30 min- 2 hours, Minor broken bones 2-4 hours, major broken bones 6-10 hours, reattaching severed limbs 24h+)(beheading though hard is a fatal wound) a resistance to most poisons and some chemical warfare, and cause of all the experimentation he cannot use magic under any circumstances(can still be hurt by though)

Fighting:Since Fayt has learned many styles of unarmed combat he can take on most unarmed foes with ease, armed foes will give him trouble if skilled with there weapon but his pain and damage resistance can make up for it, against magical foes his skill will vary with oponents skill (so a trainee is doomed but a master will be very hard to beat) also larger targets are harder for him to defeat

Equipment:Clothes he wears, and an indestructible pair of boxers (will protect worn area but not from the actual impact so a sword would not cut through but you would still feel it hit)

Weapons:Body?

Weaknesses:Delicious food, random bouts of very bad luck, and a bad sense of direction

Will probably expand on the background at a later date and possibly make one for the sister. (picture is only temporary)

[Lamion]

My warning to you all: When I write something, I go all out. I am what some refer to as a hardcore RPer; I don't do one liners, I don't use characters that have no history and I dislike getting into RPs that degrade into nothing more than constant back and forth one or two line posts. I'm going to post one of my characters that I have modified for this particular world, so be warned that this is a LONG bio. Read it only if you're truly interested in my writing. Also, the original bio was nearly twice as long and far more detailed, so that should give you an example of just HOW seriously I take my RPs. If anyone things this character would fit in their RP, let me know.



Name: Lamion De'Wraith
Nicknames: The Wanderer
Gender: Male
Age: 568, appears to be 24
Race: Human
Weight: 220 lbs
Height: 6'1"
Class/Occupation: Knight of the Sapphire Dragon

Appearance: Lamion's appearance belies his age. Having been linked to the life of his dragon upon her hatching, he has ceased to age since that moment and has maintained his appearance as a 24 year old youth. His jet black hair is often kept in a fairly short, unkempt cut, roughly two inches in length, and is also particularly thick. Through centuries of training and living his life by travelling constantly from village to village, often living off the land, he has managed to achieve a slim, wiry physique. However, his slender frame is quite solid, and his strength and stamina are more than enough to carry him through battle after several days of travelling. His eyes usually sparkle with mischief, and contain a deeper gleam of keen curiosity. His youthful appearance is often highlighted by the quick grin that has a tendency to appear at the slightest hint of humour, and his mirthful laughter can often be heard, even in tense situations. His facial features are sharp and narrow, almost feral in appearance, making him seem more akin to his companion, Reuben, than to other humans. His glacial blue eyes and jet black hair give him a somewhat mysterious and intense look.

Lamion dresses for travel, wearing lightweight, but durable, clothing and a set of worn boots. As a knight, he also wears the armor of his order; namely lightweight silver shin guards, lightweight pauldrons upon his shoulders, and a pair of intricately carved silver bracers. They are intricately etched with the design of dragons in flight, chasing after one another around and around the bracer.
Wrapped around his waist is a thick, black leather belt with silver studding. The belt is adorned with numerous small pouches, and several hooks have also been grafted into the material for hanging various tools, as well as a larger hook for his scabbard.
Topping off Lamion's ensemble is a forest green hooded cloak. Somewhat frayed around the edges, the cloak is clasped in the front by a silver broach in the shape of a dragon, standing on it's hind legs, front claws stretched out to attack, and wings half unfurled.

Being a warrior, Lamion has a number of tools to aid him in the volatile world of humans and Keidren. On his person are three small, concealed throwing knives and a main gauche. This long bladed knife features a simple cross piece with a blue sapphire set in the pommel, and is used in dueling to parry the attacks of an opponent's sword.
However, if there was any doubt as to wear the young man's true talents reside, they are all washed away when one sees the weapon resting on his left hip. Lamion's sword is his life, and that is reflected in the craftsmanship and appearance of his blade. It is the symbol of his order, with black leather wrapping the hilt, a silver crosspiece of a dragon with outstretched wings and a jet-black blade. Sapphires are set as the eyes of the dragon and a large Star Sapphire adorns the pommel.


Traits: Despite his age, Lamion is still human and not immortal. He possesses all of the same physical weaknesses to climate, weaponry, and the like, that every other human being possesses. The only exception is that he is remarkably resistant, though not immune, to disease and illness due to his highly developed immune system. Travelling from country to country exposes him to all different kinds of poisons, bacteria and viruses, allowing his immune system to build up a greater defense.

Personality: Lamion is light hearted and carefree. His duties as a Knight have carried him across much of the world and he believes there is a shred of decency in everyone. Somewhat gullible, he likes to believe that people prefer to tell him the truth, although he has learned to discern liars from a great deal of experience. Lamion dislikes travelling alone and is most often seen in the company of his dragon, Jette, and his Keidren companion, Reuben of the Evergreen Fox Tribe.

History of Lamion De'Wraith
Be advised, the following is not required reading for this character. Read on only if you'd like some insight into the Order I have created. This is an abbreviated history.

There exists within the land an ancient brotherhood that lives in harmony with, and protects, the dragons. Throughout years innumerable these people have lived and died by the sides of the dragons they protected, and with them protected the unknowing races of the world itself. This ancient brotherhood is known as the Order of the Sapphire Dragon.
Lamion De'Wraith was born into the Order, as his father was a senior member. His mother had been a simple commoner whom his father had fallen in love with. Upon Lamion's birth, his father brought him to the summit of Helnath, one of the highest mountains in the northern reaches, where the Order's high council resided. The council approved of the Father's decision to entrust his son to the Order, and thus Lamion became a student of the Dragon Knights.

As a Knight, Lamion's duty was not simply combat, but rather as an equalizer. It was the sworn duty of a Knight to observe the races of the world, and to act as the catalyst which tips the scales when change is needed. A Knight is required to master the use of negotiation, subterfuge, combat and, most importantly, anonymity.

Just before his 24th birthday, Lamion underwent the final test. He was sent into the frozen mountains of the northern reaches, alone, in order to find his dragon's egg. Knights are not simply chosen, they are born, and at the time of their birth a dragon's egg is laid. This egg hatches at twenty four years of age, and the potential Knight must follow the invisible bond that they share with the unborn dragon and locate the egg before it hatches. Failing to do so results in the bond being incomplete, and the newborn dragon dies, while the failed knight, if he survives, lives the rest of his life in pain and misery, having lost half of his soul.

Lamion's bond was strong, and through the frigid, bitter winds of the arctic peaks he trudged, un-erringly, towards his goal. He knew that somewhere within that cold, forbidding wasteland, a spark of life was waiting to spring forth. Just as every Knight before him, Lamion could feel just how important that life was to him. The dragon that awaited his arrival was more than simply a beast, or even a companion. They would share their life force, their thoughts, and their souls. Without his dragon, he would not even be half a person. And, so it was that, after ten days of travelling through the frigid wastes, Lamion found the cave that sheltered his dragon's egg from the unforgiving winter blasts. It was a moment frozen in time as the egg exploded into thousands of brilliantly coloured shards. The sight before the young warrior was one of such beauty and magic that he wept.

And so, Jette, the Black Dragon, was ushered into world. At that moment, the lives of both were intertwined, and they became complete.

Recently Lamion has befriended a member of the Evergreen Fox Tribe and they have begun travelling together. However that is a story for another time...

[Doctor Arse]

Ah, my bio was designed to fit a futuristic dystopian setting in our own world, not a created one, so bear with me here.

Basics:
Common name: Arsenal
Full designations: SWC-PRX-9050 (Araryne), Epsilon-385B (East Star)
Species: Human cyborg
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 3800 lbs
Age: 23 months in service, 6 under East Star
Affiliations: Araryne Corporation, East Star Technologies

Physical description:
Arsenal's basic framework is that of an oversized human body. He is entirely covered by thick unpainted plate armor, except for at a few small joints, such as under the arm and the backs of the knees and elbows. His entire left arm is a solid gun system, that appears to be a standard Gatling gun but holds much more. His right arm has a large, powerful hand. His head is nothing but a small domed turret, armored by a 'jawplate' though he has no visible mouth. Two yellow eyes glow from the slit between the jawplate and dome. At his waist is what appears to be a large belt buckle with a teardrop-shaped insignia, though this is actually his power coupling. His human body, tucked away in the suit's torso, is pale, hairless, and mutilated, having no limbs, and fully integrated into the suit. On his back is a large booster jetpack, directly integrated into his armor.

(Pictures may or may not come later.)

Weapons and gadgets:
Armgun
Gatling gun- A Gatling gun that fires plasma bullets, with its power drawn directly from his own power core. 7-barreled, high rate of fire. Plasma shots both pierce and burn/melt.
Rocket launcher- Forming the center of the Gatling, the launcher can fire two types of small rocket: homing rockets and cluster bombs. The homing rockets are not heat-seeking, but guided by Arsenal himself through a combination of on-rocket sensors and an uplink with the rocket. Cluster bombs break into about 20 smaller explosives just before impact, creating a wider but less powerful explosion. They are not guided.
Mortar- The barrel of the rocket launcher can be extended to fire unguided, unpropelled highly explosive spheres, fired by a massive release of pneumatic pressure. These shells are most often used in a high arcing setup, though can be used conventionally in a pinch.
Flamethrower/gas release- Two items built into the same apparatus, as the armgun works it generates heat, which is subsequently stored and released in a burst of flame (aided by a combination of jet-propelled gasses) at an opportune time. Gasses can also be released without flame. Often the gasses are highly poisonous or otherwise detrimental.
Other- The armgun is meant to be easily modifiable and highly adaptable. It has been known to carry a netgun, lance, dartgun, and even a laser rifle. None of these are considered standard, however.

Off-armgun
Electric Hand- The hand can release a very powerful electrical shock into whatever Arsenal happens to be gripping or touching with his palm. Powerful enough to stun or knock out an unarmored human. Due to ingenious placement of insulative material, the shock is limited to just the hand.
Short blade- An emergency weapon more than anything else, stored in a compartment in his right thigh. Essentially an oversized machete, with smooth angular edges. Very sharp, and can do much damage considering arsenal's great strength.
Analyzer- A small long tool running the length of his inner right forearm, this can scan almost any substance or object and quickly bring up detailed information. Very useful for determining toxicity, acidity, and combustibility of unknown substances.
Sensors- Not a single gadget, but many spread throughout. Arsenal can see/detect in all of the following ranges and situations: Ultraviolet, infrared, very low-light (night vision), slight motion, auditory with enhanced ranges high and low, olfactory, and an advanced sonar-like technology that uses concentrated soundwaves to create a detailed map of any location on the go. He does not have any sense of touch, so to speak, but does have pressure sensors on his armor plates. That is, he cannot feel slight motions against his armor but he can feel, say, a punch or a person pressing against him.

Misc:
Strengths: Very durable, can absorb much damage, packs heavy firepower, acute perception of his environment, almost totally immune to poison and electric shocks throughout the body.
Weaknesses: Extremely slow, runs very loud, large size is difficult to fit into small spaces and is a big target, highly susceptible to EMPs and flooding, and if his chestplate is somehow removed, his controlling human element is virtually defenseless.
Theme song: Granite, by Pendulum

Backstory:
Arsenal was from conception a military being. As a human, he was a clone, nameless and totally subservient to the powerful Araryne Corporation. throughout his whole human life, he responded only to the name 9050. He knew nothing but how to obey, how to command, and how to fight. These things, however, he did very well at. The Araryne Corporation was at the time, unrivaled in its precedence over global markets, and even controlled many governments, namely the United North American States (Which included today's US and Canada, along with Cuba, the Bahamas, Hispaniola, and much of northern Mexico) and the European Union (long ago replacing individual national governments in Europe as a 'supergovernment', so to speak). From the day he was born, 9050 knew that his fate was to become a machine-man. Shortly after his 19th birthday, he was taken into a surgery ward, modified, and placed into the suit from which escape would prove fatal. 9050 was used as both a prototype testbed for radical new weapons and cyborging technology, and as an elite enforcer wherever Araryne faced open hostility (which was very many places). Due to his weapon-packed nature, other soldiers nicknamed 9050 "Arsenal" and the name stuck.

About a year into service as a cyborg, Arsenal first faced East Star Technologies, locally known as Ost-Sterne-Technologie. This small enterprise, though it could not rival Araryne on a global scale, held significant sway in northern and eastern Europe. It would be a large riot in Warsaw, funded under the table by East Star, that would change Arsenal forever.

The records of what exactly happened were destroyed, and many things were unclear. However, as best as analysts could tell, this is how the situation unfolded: Arsenal was subduing the riot when a rare, highly illegal, and expensive EMP grenade was thrown from the crowd. Arsenal was shut down immediately, and before his system could manually recover, he was loaded into an armored vehicle. The vehicle left the scene, destination unknown.

He was taken away to East Star Headquarters, where both his computer elements and his human brain were reprogrammed. His mind for the first time in his life was allowed free thought. He was redesignated Epsilon-385B, though the nickname Arsenal still stuck true. The white, blue, and gold paint that once covered his entire body was washed away, just leaving the gunmetal grey of his plasma-forged steel armor. At East Star, he was taught new concepts, and the one he held most closely to was revenge. He learned that his mind and body were capable of more than he was granted by Araryne. Confined to his suit because removal would be fatal, he began to exact his revenge bit by bit. Utilizing his desire for revenge as motivation instead of brainwashing, East Star gained control of Arsenal as their #1 tool to topple Araryne Europe and control Europe for themselves.

To this day Arsenal fights for East Star, and has 'liberated' almost single-handedly the cities of Munich, Stockholm, and Aarhus in the name of East Star.

However, East Star has always been controversial, and there are rumors that they meddle about in technologies bending time and space themselves...

[WooDoo]

(Two Kinds)

Name: Qui
Age: 20
Height: Was 6' but is now 5' 6" (cause he's now a Basitin)
Weight: Was ~170 but now is ~135 lbs (Its muscle duh )
Race: Basitin
Job/Specialties: Close Quarters Combat, Stealth, Proficient Ranged ability
Weapons: 2 Phase daggers (a "living metal" weapon which can be concealed easily, and is capable of bypassing any protection, even low to medium level energy shielding.)
5 polymorphine pills (gives him the ability to shape-shift. It is one-way shape-shifting so he must take a pill to change back to his regular appearance.)
1 Suppressor built into his wrist like a watch (When on it enables the usage of Psychic powers, when off his natural ability mutes all Psychic activity.)
Everything else was lost
Other: He is a psychic blank, meaning that anyone with psychic powers will be unable to use their abilities. Also all Psychic inclinced people can feel uncomfortable near him or even pain especially if there is contact. He has no recollection of this ability since he found him self in this new place. (GM have fun with this and I know Adam is a psychic so we can play around with this.)

History: Qui was born and raised in an alternate reality where there was no such thing as a Keidran or Basitin. However there were such xenos as Eldar, Tao, and the warped spawned filth of Chaos. An assassin of the Callidus Temple, Qui was tasked with taking out a rather charismatic Chaos Lord who was putting up heavy resistance on Kapus IV. After entering the Chaos Temple the Lord was suppose to be, he suffered from the madding environment in which Chaos resides. He blacks out and seemingly succumbs to the powers of the Warp. Waking up in a strange and primitive world. He cannot remember anything of his past except the names "Emperor" and "Terra". Only surmising that he is an assassin of some sort, but not knowing what or where he is, Qui decides to try and gain his memory back.

[Rikkard The Shadow]

My Charakter is named "Shadoweye". Stupid, I know.

He was an human, but he died. He´s awaken and, like before,
he is an priest. When in live he formed the holy light, to heal
injured men and slay the evil, he is preying the spells of the
shadows now. Short, he is an Shadowpriest and NOT happy
with the fact that he is dead.

Abilitys:

read, confuse and control your mind. attacking your soul with
powerful (and painful!) spells, wich are formed out of the shadows.

With time, there will come more and more, his power and his
arsenal will increase.

His story will be shown, when I think my drawning-skills are as
good to make an webcomic.

At least: Have a nice day

-Rikkard

[red]

Name: Hachi
age: 38
abilities: No ddirect skills, a mediocre swordsman and can only achieve a very low controll over magic. Spent the majority of his life working as a traveling merchant and engineer; so has a relitively good knowlage of the land and the technology at the time.
weapons: carries a family katana and a six inch daggar.
armour/clothing: wears leather leggings and has basic iron shoulderguards. a plain white linnen shirt as well as a leather belt with various pockets that allow him to carry small crystals and explosives.
He also has a necklace made of white and black. each colour contains a soul of a fallen angel and an accended demon, who were both sealed inside the necklace to stop thier power. Each soul can take over from Hachi in moments of extream anger (the demon, hihachi) and in moments of great danger (the angel, himachi) Hachi himself can not controll either soul, rather, they control him.

[isstmich]

i will post both of my characters profiles the first is what the average person knows about him from rumors and such the second is what i know. please take this into consideration my fellow RPers and do not use information that only i should know when we Rp together Thanks.

Name; Bt
Age;Unknown
Race;Unknown
Place of Origin; unknown
Weapons; Very little is know about this person but many claim he is capable of using anything spanning from his bare hands to spells never seen.
Abilities; Wanderers claim to have seen him teleporting.
appearance; His outermost layer of clothing is a simple brown robe, underneath that is a leather body suit.
Profile; not much is know about this man he never travels with others. very few have ever encountered this man and those that have are unable to bring light to any rumors that are said. people have seen him combating with many of the creatures in the known world. many Organizations have hired people to kill/track him but none have every returned with their lives or information.

Now what i know.

Name; Bt
Age; over 4000
Race;human
Place of origin; Unknown
Weapons; over his many years his has mastered every form of martial combat know only recently has be began training in the arts of magic( recently is a relative term when your over 4000 years old.)
Abilities; he is able to teleport, and has blended many combat styles into one,he is also able to the same thing with magic, through his long life he is capable of parroting many things he sees with positive outcome 7/10 times.
Appearance; he looks young no older then 33 is muscular and weighs 231 Lbs he wears an outer robe that is brown and free flowing and under it he wears a leather body suit for fast movements.
Profile; when he was 28 he sought a way to transcend time for the next 20 years he looked. he never found what he was after. when he was 50 he was accepted into a hallowed order of monks. for what he expected to be the rest of his life he meditated for an answer to transcend time. when he was 93 his meditations ceased for he was given the answer he sought and the ability to do so. He accepted the hate of every living thing into himself he rejected his frail and feeble old body and assumed the body he desired. with his new found longevity he had time to begin to learn all the arts of the world. so long as there is hate in the world he is above time. no ones knows his true name but people who encounter him like to guess, his only response when they are wrong is a firm" no that is not my name" followed by" i hate lettuce". he uses his many skills in the changing world do to jobs such as assassinations to protections. although he transcends time he is not above humanity

[hands_of_stealth]

Name: Stealth

Twokinds Race: 5% Angel - 95% Fox Kejideran (Thus, a much longer life span, and almost no chance to go feral...almost)

Age: Unspecified (probably 18)

Class/Sub-Class: Assassin/Mage (ver2) ; a fast and stealthy class, fitted with low level support and offense spells. Stealth has made his own version of the Assassin/Mage Class . fitting it with higher level magic and increased speed.

Weapons: Dual Daggers, which he calls "Tiger" and "Wolf": "Tiger" amplifies his speed and strength while "Wolf" amplifies his magic. Should he combine the two daggers, the effects of the two weapons increase ten-fold.

Choice Armor Type: Light Armor, giving just enough protection and maneuverability.

Backstory: Unknown Origin (First seen in newbie forum @ Aug 23 2009)

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Fun Facts on my character...
- I made him up just now. (except the name)
- He was originally a pilot for a type of mecha called an "Armored Core" (from a game)
- The 2 dagger's names are my 2 top favorite female characters in twokinds...go, guess!
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[Lunaros]

*fireworks go off* Greetings, it is I! Lunaros!

I isht a advanced RPer, meaning I've been RPing for several years now and have gotten quite good at it. :p Infact, four of my RP caracters even got their own book. So, if any of you have read, 'Across the Water' published by HarperCollins, then you already know who it is. *winks* Thats it, tis the amazing, the fantastic, the stupendous-

*is hit in the head by a brick*

Alright. Sheesh. <<; People never heard of effing bragging rights? Yeah, its me, Aron Fang.

And for thoseof you who have never heard of me, or my story...

Wazzup?

My warning to you all: When I write something, I go all out. I am what some refer to as a hardcore RPer; I don't do one liners, I don't use characters that have no history and I dislike getting into RPs that degrade into nothing more than constant back and forth one or two line posts.

Yes, I did rip this off the previous thread. Why? Beacuse this applies to me as well. There are two type of people in this world. Rpers, and Scripters. I trust you know the dfference. And I refuse to RP with scripters. *seethes* But, if your not a scripter, then huzzah! Lets party!

Name: Tirno Tirithon
Nicknames: The Vigilant Watcher by some, but to his 'sister', he's just Tir-Tir.
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Race: Human
Weight: 135 lbs
Height: 5'6"
Class/Occupation: Wandering Mage

Appearance:

Abilities and 'special' atrributes: Tirno is a 'symbolist', and a magic crafter. He'll draw/carve runes, symbols and arcane circles onto the surface of things and 'make' his own magic. Unlike other humans who use spells and enchantments to make magic happen in the world, Tirno lets his symbols do the work. He has a rather wide variety of symbols, and the more symbols there are, the more complex (and sometmes powerful) the magic.

Tirno has also tattooed a small portion of his body with his own spell symbols to give him a small variety of spells. Merely basic magic if he doesnt have the time to make a larger spell.

However, sometimes his clothes with brush one way or another, revealing a series of scars carved into his body. And not just any scars. Because these scars resemble symbols whose meaning only Tirno knows. Scars that were once part of a dark piece of magic...

Maybe they have something to do with the reason that Tirno is always coughing up blood.....

Personality: Tirno is very light hearted and easy going, though occasionally stubborn at impromptu moments. He is still very innocent and childish in more than a few ways, and always has time to work some young mischeif. Feels that life is to short for walking, and prefers to run as though he's racing. If he's your friend, congrats, because you've just made a friend for life. But if he's your enemy (and believe me, he only has one), he won't heisitate to attack first if he so much as sees you. Fortunately, only one man falls under this category...

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As of recently, Tirno is traveling with his tiger Keidran 'sister'.

Name: Calie
Nicknames: Cal
Gender: Female
Age: 5 (looks ten)
Race: Tiger Keidran
Weight: 95 lbs
Height: 4' 4"
Class/Occupation: N/A

Appearance:

Abilities and 'special' atrributes: Trully none, aside from her fangs, claws, and enhanced senses.

Personality: Calie is even more childish then Tirno, looking up to him like and older brother. He's protected her from human and keidran alike, and has tried their hardest to find a safe place forthe both of them to live. The 'siblings' are still searching.

Calie doesn't remember much of anything up to two years ago. No matter how hard she tries, she cant remember her mother, or father, or anything. Infact, the only prominent figure she can remember in her life is Tirno.

Actually, she remembers one thing...

She remembers dying.

[Lycanshero]

Here's my character to rp with.

Name: Datsu Inach
Gender: Male
Race: Shifter (Human/Keidran)
Age: 24
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 147lb

Physical Description:
Datsu in his human form is about six feet and one inch in height with an average built body. His charming face blessed with frost blue eyes that seem to view a person’s soul, but yet cursed to bear scars; one across his left eye as the other is on his right cheek. He’s a little rugged at times, but he does try to clean his face. Even with the exalted feature of his eyes, he has a serious look to them. His hair long and loose of the prettiest shade of silver.
Mostly wearing a black jean jacket with a dazzling tribal design to it. He also wears blue torn jeans with a black belt around his waist and black leather boots. Underneath his jacket is nothing, but bare skin. A black flaring starburst tattoo over his bellybutton. His ring finger of his right hand carries a silver skull ring.
In his Keidran form is in the form of a wolf, which has a beautiful silver coat with a shiny shade of white mix and glossy black, but yet hardly noticeable patches of fur. Datsu’s body in this shape is strong, but yet agile and has a slender, but fluffy tail along with cute short ears. The features that don’t change for both forms are his blue eyes and scars

Likes: Kids, Nature, Rain, Wolves, Kindness

Dislikes: Taking a life, Fights, Torture, Seeing other’s Suffer, Vegetables

Strengths: Highly Tolerable to pain, Mastered his hand to hand combat (Martial Arts), His Kindness, Accurate Prediction, Keen Eyesight, Loyal

Weaknesses: His Stubbornness, His Kindness, Can’t Stand Death, Risk Taker, Fire

Personality:
Datsu is the most bizarre and mysterious person in the world. A person who shows no emotion what so ever, but has a serious attitude toward everything in the world. Even though without emotions he does know how to be a smart aleck to anyone he meets though mostly he stays quiet and usually shoots his sharp-tongue out when he feels the time is right. Once people get to know Datsu, they’ll learn that he is more than meets the eye. He’s always loyal, kind, and generous to those he knows and cares for. Towards other’s opinions, he’s neither positive nor negative, but most of the time he either stays silent or speaks the truth of the outcome.
Having a fighting spirit from his past help know how to defend himself with any kind of weapon, but he prefers to guard himself with his fist or a sword. Datsu has a high tolerance level; he can take a hit and still stand. After all his fights, he is always merciful and leaves his opponent to live another day, but if they choose to attack him. He won’t think twice about end their life without mercy.
History:
Datsu was born in a simple village that was slaughtered when he was out hunting, but during his hunt he found an artifact which cursed him. The hex was that half a month he shall be his blood and the other half he’ll be the blood of the thing he feared from his past; Keidran. Now wandering the forest and land to live his life.

Just wanted to use Keidran instead of anthro, so if you want me to change that then I would be happy to oblige.

[Bart95]

TO MS WORD!!
*begins to type furiously*

[Little Jake]

I have several characters in mind which would be great for a Roleplay, but I haven't really developed them much.

Name: Dorian Brandon Fitzgerald
Age: 21 Years.
Height/Weight: 6'2", 152 lbs
Build: Average, Slightly muscular.
Facial Appearance: A clean shave, most of the time. He has shortish fair hair and bright Green eyes. (Fantasy: Black Cat ears with red fur tips.
Bodily Appearance: Zip-up hooded jacket: Black with a brown and fake fur inside, Black casual T-shirt underneath. (Medieval/Fantasy: Brown sweater with a white undershirt, a red flowing cape.
Black and Grey Camo Jeans (Medieval/Fantasy: Brown trousers
Black Sports Shoes (Medieval/Fantasy: Brown boots
Likes: Outdoor Activities, Sports etc. (Very fit and active) (Medieval/Fantasy: Sword-fighting. (Defencive and Aggressive)
Dislikes: French Toast (Medieval/Fantasy: Small Areas

Small Bio:
Dorian is not a man you would need to feel sorry for, He rarely shows his emotion and rarely needs the help of his friends. He is tough, and can stand up for himself most of the time. He can put his faith and trust into anyone, so long as they show respect back to him. He's not the sort of person to be alone; He likes to socialise with his friends and family members. He behaves well, too. If he is ever out drinking or having fun with friends he will never go overboard, he would never break the law for the entertainment of others. All in all Dorian lives a happy and clean life...

(Medieval/Fantasy: Dorian is not one for social antics. He used to be a blacksmith, then trained in the art of sword fighting. For three years he lived alone in the wilderness, away from the annoyance of other contact. He prefers to be alone, and can't trust anyone since his entire family were betrayed by a corrupt estate agent. Nowadays he spends his time wandering the world, or fighting, or being alone. Occasionally you would see him but don't expect a passing "Good Day". If you are REALLY lucky, he might sit down and talk to you, but he would soon be on his way.

Thats.. Pretty much him for now. Ofcourse I'll develop his characters some time soon, but this is all you get for now.

Now then

Can I haz Roleplay? hehehehe.

[Keklily]

my Character.

Name: Keklily of the northern white tigers
Age: ~8
Sex: Female
Race: Keidran
Species: White Tiger
Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Keklily is an adventurous female who dislikes the tribe rules of loyalty! Outgoing as she is her greatest fear of beeing captured by humans again!

Born in captivity with a "normal tiger keidran" as mother making her feel kinda of outsider in the white tiger tribe's. Wishing to see her Mother again since beeing freed by the Wolf clans and brought to the white tigers against her will. Now she longs to travel to the Tiger Keidran terretories and find her mother and other family members.

[rayne_lyon]

I've got 3 characters but ill only describe one for now

Name: Rayne

Age: 8 (human years)

Race: wolf kiedran

Job/Occupation: mostly a slave

Skills: hand to hand fighting, archery, cooking and repairing things

random things: Hes about 6 feet tall and is thin. His fur is dark brown, leading into black in certain places. He has a black patch over one eye and ear. He wears blue trousers and a white open shirt. His eyes are a very deep dark blue with a tiny ring of brown going around his left pupil. Hes right handed and can read and write human. He was born and raised in captivity and because of that he has grown used to humans. He doesnt fight often but when he does he used his speed to his advantage, clawing or slashing at his enemies with whatever weapon he can get his hands on (if his claws dont do enough damage). The thing that takes away from his edge in combat is that hes clumsy, often falling over his tail.

Personality: Hes very friendly and makes friends easily but sometimes he can end up being used by people. He wont hesitate to fight for his friends if he sees them in trouble but due to his upbringing hes a little naive and might misunderstand some situations and end up making a mess of it even though he means well.

I might adjust some parts of his story to fit different rps but thats basically him