Characters of the Town (OOC)

[Valdus]

Name: Valdus
Race: human
Age: 26
Height: normal
Weight:
Eye Colour: blue
Sex: man
Class: thief
Alignment: chaotic good
Description: A dark shape moves towards you face concealed if you look closely you see a handsome face with messy black hair the he wears a loose black T-shirt with long black trousers whispering at his heels.
[Backstory]
His parents died when he was young. He joined the thieves guild when he was 8 then came to live in the town. Nothing that spectacular happened to him otherwise, although he had a few brushes with the law.

[Common Knowledge]
He is secretive

[Notes]
None

[Ongoing Storyline]
None

[Nekulor]

Name: Lord Nekulor Dyrr
Home City: Menzoberranzan, recently moved via extradimensional door.
Description: Nekulor looks like a normal drow upon first inspection, but if one looks closer they will notice he seems to be missing small parts of his flesh. He is a lich of decent power and great weapons finesse, an oddity for an undead. While he is mostly an arcanist, he also dabbles in the priestly arts as a summoner and disciple. His left arm seems to bear some sort of scarring and his face has burn marks upon it. Otherwise, he'd consider himself pretty sexy for an undead guy. He is limited from casting spells while maintaining illusionary form. He must case spells 2 less than actual caster level to simulate the energy reqs. for maintaining the illusion in semi-permenancy.
Alignment:CE
Classes: Priest 5
Wizard 14
Lich 5
Story: A recent addition to the AMEN alliance, he now seeks to outfit himself and his crew on board his airship with top of the line equipment, as well as perpetuate the general tenants of evil.
Public Knowledge:
He's somewhat scary looking, fairly charismatic and he's covered in arcane and divine symbols. Little else is known.

[Glaivemaster]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Glaive-sensei
Title: (The) Glaive Master
Race: Human
Class: Monk
Age: 54
Height: 5’10” (175cm)
Weight: 160lb
Alignment: Lawful-Neutral
Hair: Grey, shoulder length, balding
Eyes: Light brown (white when channelling ki)
Weapons: Glaive, ki

[Backstory]

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Glaive knows very little about his life before the age of 21, due to a meditation ritual designed to make him forget his past life. All he knows is that he had been training for 10 years, and that he entered the meditative state on his 21st birthday. He is unsure of when he awoke, but believes that it was no more than a year after he started
The meditative state was designed by Glaive’s teachers as a way of making him more focused on his learning and his mission. By forgetting his past life, it was reasoned, he could only see the present, and thus he would become more focused. It seems to have worked, as since his ‘purging’, learning has come much more easily to Glaive, and he is far more devoted to his mission, spreading purity throughout the world.
Glaive continued his training for another 10 years, learning to master himself, physically and spiritually. This involved much physical training and exercise, as well as teaching him how to control his ki, his spiritual life energy. Putting Glaive perfectly in control of his own body would make him more ‘pure’, as well as helping him to protect himself on his travels later in life.
Glaive spent the next 10 years learning how to teach others what he knew, helping them to master their ki to the extent that they could be considered pure, and how to preach to them about spiritual purity. These 10 years of training involved Glaive travelling the land to pass on his skills to everyone he met, peasants and nobles alike. Anybody he could not convince was considered ‘impure’, and was killed.
It was during these travels that Glaive met a peasant by the name of Ishikuro, who claimed to have known Glaive in the past. He claimed to have been Glaive’s brother, and that the monks who had taught Glaive intended to convert the populace to their way of thinking, and thus rule the country. Although Glaive put the man down as being ‘impure’, it continually plagued his mind after that that his teachers could have been lying to him.
After Glaive finished his 10 years of training as a teacher, he asked the head of the monks more about his past. The fact that he continually avoided all the questions put to him further convinced Glaive that he had been deceived, and then brainwashed. He killed the head, and battled the rest of the monks at the monastery.
During this fight he learned that he could focus his ki to do more that make himself spiritually pure, that he could use it as a weapon. Through a combination of martial prowess and his new-found skills with ki, he managed to kill the rest of the monks, though at no small cost to himself.
In the aftermath of the battle, Glaive found himself fatigued, more than he usually would be after a fight. He decided to meditate while he recovered his energy, thinking about how he had used his ki in the battle against the monks. Through deep thought and, after he recovered, practice, Glaive learnt how to properly master his ki, channelling it through his weapon, or using it as blasts of pure energy. In this way, he could literally devote his entire self to a fight. However he found that he must be careful, as the ki was his life energy, and using too much would leave him fatigued, or even kill him.
Glaive has spent the last 12 years travelling, trying to discover what he can about his past life. During this time he has learnt to full master his ki, and use it in moderation, allowing himself to devote himself fully to any task he carries out, especially combat.

[Common Knowledge]
-Glaive is a master of ki, and often uses it in battle, channelling it through his weapon, or unleashing it in blasts of pure energy
-Although old, Glaive is still physically fit, and quite agile

[Ongoing Storyline]
-Search for the past – Glaive is still searching for the truth about his past

Glaive will speak in blue

[Lobucodo]

Zuek-Zyek (The Fool)



Stats and Description:
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Class: Knight 10
Alignment: Lawful good
Temperment: Very quixotic and chivalric. Often very cheerful, and energetic. He is also a bit delusional, believing that he is a human, and his armor is the best that money can buy. He belives that even the most mundane tasks are quests to prove himself.
Age: 17
Height: 3'1"
Weight: 40 lbs
Hair: None
Equipment: An old rusted full plate armor, an old rusted helmet, a wooden shield (few planks of wood tied together), a used short spear, which is still in good condition.

Backstory:
As a child, Zuek wandered off into human lands, away from his tribe. There, Zuek saw band of knights defending a village from a small group of orcs. The event inspired him, and he wanted to learn more about the protecters. Zuek would often wander off from his tribe afterwards to observe the exploits of the knights and try to emulate them. One day, Zuek gathered his courage and introduced himself to the knights. The encounter went surprisingly well as the knights realized that Zuek was peaceful and simply curious. The knights shared some stories, and parted ways. The next time Zuek came to see them, one of the knights gave Zuek some old armor that he got off of the animated remains of a halfling warrior as a joke saying "Now you're a knight too! Just like us!". Zuek took this to heart and proclaimed himself a knight and almost never took off the armor. Some time passed and Zuek eventually deserted his tribe to follow the knights. The knights got a good laugh from him, and Zuek got some good tales and adventures from the knights. Eventually Zuek started to belive that he was a human in an effort to further emulate the knights. Wanting to join the knights in battle, Zuek begged the knights for a weapon, but to no avail. One day, when Zuek woke up, he found that the knights were gone without a trace, with the exception of one of the knight's spears and a note carved into a tree saying that they had left on a dangerous quest, and not wanting to endanger Zuek, left him behind. With nowhere to go, Zuek took the spear and fashioned a makeshift shield, and set off looking for the knights.

Common Knowledge:
His wisdom stat is abysmal.
He will never harm anything without a good cause
He is fluent in goblin and orc
He refuses to wear any other armor except his rusted plate.
He lacks a horse or any mount, but considers anything that he can get onto a sutable mount.

Ongoing Storyline:
None

Zuek talks likes this!

[terranbloodrage]

Terran Bloodrage

Stats and Description:
Race: Dracorion
Gender: Male
Class: Blood Knight
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Temperment: Dark, Short temper
Age: 18
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 170 lbs
Hair: Jet black, long at the front, covering his left eye
Equipment: Pitch black robe that covers whole body, Hidden under is a pitch black armour with blood red trims, Dark Crusader blade

Backstory: Little is known about Terran except that he has no family but a sister, Serra Bloodrage, who went missing over a year ago, he never stays in one place for long but has devoted himself to hunting metakirb, who Terran believes is responsible for his sisters dissapearance, currently believes metakirb is dead

Common knowledge:
Blood trails behind him wherever he goes
has never lost in battle
all who have fought him have never survived

Ongoing storyline: Terran has left to find Serras kidnappers, also to reforge his armor with dracorloth ore.

Terran speaks Like this



Serra Bloodrage

Stats and Description:
Race: Dracorion
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: unknown
Alignment: good
Temperment: good, long tempered but if truly angered will become very bloodthirsty, as is the nature of the Bloodrage family.
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 170 lbs
Hair: Long flowing light blue, mostly hidden under helm though
Equipment: Pitch black robe that covers whole body, Hidden under is a Blue armor with black trims, carries a light crusader blade and crusader bow, for her protection. She also carries another weapon of great power.

Backstory: Little is known about Serra except she is Terrans only remaining family, she went missing over a year ago and has suddenly appeared in the town

Common knowledge:
is almost the exact opposite of Terran
is the only person who can keep Terrans temper under control
Despises fighting
sometimes likes to keep who she is a secret, for multiple reasons
is in love with Metakirb
she has a pet cat

Serra speaks Like this, however when she is approaching a new person or is hiding her identity she more often speaks Like this

Ketra

Stats and Description:
Race: cat
Gender: male
Class: unknown
Alignment: catlike
Temperment: good, long tempered
Age: 4 years
Height: small
Weight: average cat weight
Hair: tortushell (spelt like that?) fur, fluffy
Equipment: claws

Backstory: a cat Serra found before she entered town.

common knowledge
can teleport

[The Great Skenardo]

The Great Skenardo
A tophat-wearing maniac with the white gloves and polished smile of a true performer and a mind like stained glass.
Standing barely 5' 4", this half-elf is not a terribly intimidating sight, but her flambuoyant feats of prestidigitation and her penchant for sibilant soliloquies often offer her an attentive audience.

With hands quick as lightning and an almost supernaturally-talented juggler, The Great Skenardo is one to watch...

Race: Half-elf
Gender: Female
Class: Bard/Mountebank/Infernal Juggler
Eye color: dark brown
Alignment: Chaotic
Age: seven-hundred and ninety-two, if you believe her story.
Hair: short black ringlets.

[Martini1992]

Name
Martini (The 1992nd)

Age
16

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Class
Graduated Jedi Cadet

Alignment
Good

Temperment
Kind, Long Tempered, But If Angered WILL Hunt To Kill.

Height
6' 4"

Weight
Unknown

Weapons

Primary
Lightsabre

Secondary
SSK-7 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Backstory
Martini first came to the town as a wild-west style gunslinger. This is
because he loved spaghetti westerns when he was a kid. He was kicked
out of his parents house at the age of 12, on the streets he was forced
into the gun culture and so therefore followed his childhood dream of
becoming a gunslinger.
During a heist in a gang he got caught up in, he was stopped by a
half-dragon named Metakirb, Upon realising that Martini was forced into
the gang he took pity on him, and the two fast became friends and when
metakirb moved to the town Martini followed a little while afterwards.
After being in the town a while he went through several different
weapons, but none of them were good enough for life in the town so he
decided to enrole to a jedi academy to extend his skills in ranged and
melee weaponry... several months have passed since martini left for the
academy, and has returned to the town... to be continued...

[Goblin Music]

Name: Valic Sithano
Race: Raptoran (Male)
Class: Bard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Temperment: Secretive about his past never speaks of it
Age: 36
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs.
Feather Color: Flame
Eye Color: Crimson

Backstory: no one knows his past and only know that one day he flew in to town a few years ago

Common knowledge: He has feathers instead of hair, has huge wings, and is stunningly handsome but this is not usually known due to a cloak he wares.

Valic talks like this

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Name:Syn
Race: Grimalkin (Male)
Class: Ninja
Alignment: True Neutral/ CE
Temperment: Dark/Playfull
Age: no one knows
[ranges depending on form]
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 90 lbs
Fur Color: Dark blue
Eye Color: Black
[/ranges depending on form]
Backstory: long ago before he came to town his master was slain and Syn was sold on the black market soon after he was sold however Syn escaped and fled changing his form to loose his captors after a while he found the town and decided to stay here for a while.

Common knowledge: Syn can change his form at will.
Syn talks like this

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Goblin Music
Race: Goblin (male)
Class: a mix of them
Alignment: Evil
Temperment: calm
Age: no one knows
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 90
hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red

Backstory: no one knows

Common knowledge: none as of yet
Goblin Music talks like this
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(awesome pic by NecroPaladin)
Name: Dall Selon (Shadow Spy to you KNAVES)
Race: Elf (Male)
Class: Warlock
Alignment: CN
Temperament: good but not the best
Age: 120
Height: 5'
Weight: 100 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Red

Backstory: Unknown

Common knowledge: Hansom likes to use his Eldritch Blast more than his longsword
Dall talks like this

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Name: Eneloth
Race: Elf (Male)
Class: spellcrafter
Alignment: N
Temperament: calm
Age: 1,000
Height: 5'
Weight: 184 lb
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: blue
Backstory: he just sorta appeared out of nowhere

Common knowledge: none so far other than he likes to be called En
Eneloth talks like this

[Landaro]

Landaro Amlugsereg



Stats and Description

Name: Landaro Amlugsereg
Race: Elf (male)
Class: Caster
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral Good; peaceful and mediating, but strongwilled and fierce if pushed.
Faith: Miylanarith, elven goddess of nature and renewal.
Languages: Common, Elven, Sylvan, Draconic (still relearning)
Age: body itself: about 70 years; soul caught in body: about half a year; soul itself: unknown, but much older.
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 170 lbs
Hair colour and length: His long black hair appears to have a slight blue metallic sheen if you look closely.
Eye colour: The irises are coloured in a deep forest green, while sparks of violet and blue appear occasionally on the edges.
Weapons: Landaro always carries a finely ornamented quarterstaff he can use quite proficiently if need be, but usually relies on his magical skills in battle. The dagger he carries is never used as a weapon.
Detailed Description: Landaro is a tall elf of noble heritage. He is polite and thoughtful and while he is not lavishly dressed, his modest clothing still shos his status. Most pieces are unembroidered but crafted from fine silk, in different shades of green and blue. His shoes are fine elven leather-work as is his belt that is typical for a caster with lots of places to store ingredients, scrolls and potions. He is usually seen with his darkgreen hooded riding cloak, whether on on horseback or not. He is often a little reserved, but not unfriendly towards unknown persons, but he warms up quickly, when he meets honesty on the other side. At times he suddenly drifts of in the realms of his extensive but often foggy memory, midway through a conversation. This is never a token of rudeness but his way to cope with unlocking the vast knowledge hidden in his mind.
Whenever there is need of instant action, he moves quickly and determined. He is seldom mistaken with his decisions.
Possesions:

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-A black stallion named Onyx
-A masterwork quarterstaff that occasionally serves as a divine focus
-A mysterious dagger fashioned from pale red stone, but sharp as steel
-The Draken Sigil (a silver amulet in the form of a dragon in flight, with saphires as eyes and a greenish sheen)
-Two portable holes (extradimensional space not yet allocated)
-Two bags of holding (extradimensional space not yet allocated)
-A large amount of seeds and plants
-House inventory

Story

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Part One (In his old body)
A long long time ago, a clan of elves who lived in the woods split in two groups. Due to a conflict about succession to leadership between the heir and his twin, a feud evolved that countless siblings of the clan had to pay with their lives. This was in a world which is still known as the Lands of New Hope.
One day, after several generations slaying their own kin, one elf who never had experienced a lot of notice before found the courage first to spare the live of a defanceless opponent and then, only seconds later, to sacrifice his own live for that of an opposed kinsman. This selfless act of true elven virtue and nobility put a hold on the raging fight. Both sides dropped their weapons in shame, when they they saw the shattered heap of debris, that once had been their culture. They returned to their camps and for weeks the woods were filled with the sad songs of regret.
Later that year the leaders of both parties met on neutral ground to settle their disputes and unite the clan once again. Most was agreed on but one question always hovered in the air: Who was to lead the united clan? They argued back and forth and claims were spiked with threats of new violence because both of the current leaders could trace their bloodline back to a single forefather. This went on until the conflict was on the brink of a new feud when another elf stood up. “I am the son of the one who gave his live for your peace. I won't tolerate that you waste his gift. Thus I claim leadership of the clan if the clan will have it!” The two former leaders were stunned by this demand but the crowed cheered. The two had no other choice but to step back and give their approval.
The young elf was named Landaro Tawarael and he was going to father a line of clan leaders that would bring back the old prosperity of their ancestors. Each of them passed his name to his son and so forth until the day when a vile evil entered their homelands. They tried to fight it but soon losses overwhelmed gains and they had to flee the woods that had been shelter, once. Landaro Tawarael XXVII lead them on their exodus. Once again, the clan had lost almost everything but the small group of survivors could make it out of the corrupted woods and across the land. They encountered other clans as well as the realms of other races, orcs, men and dwarfs. Hostility was commonplace but Landaro could seal a few friendships along the way. Starved and exhausted they finally reached a range of mountains and a forested high plain between the snowcapped summits. They had no power left to go any further and Landaro decided to settle down and form the principality of Sil'varâs. Again they started from scratch but they made quick progress. A son was born to Landaro and the nation prospered again.
But fate hadn't settled its grudge against this elven clan. The evil things that had once driven them from their homelands had now reached the boundaries of Sil'varâs. Bitter war was waged on the slopes near the pass ways as the elves didn't want to give up again. Again, countless elves coloured the snow crimson with their blood, but the invading forces were kept at bay for days. Nonetheless the evil pressure was increasing constantly and the elven armed forces dwindled. At last, seeing no other opportunity, the last Landaro Tawarael channelled all his arcane power and all of his life into a plea that shook the foundations of existence. He called out to the ancient dragons that had build the world to put an end to their bitter fate.
Against all odds one did answer Landaro's plea and channelled his strength through Landaro's body to wipe out the evil threat. Both paid a high toll, though. The dragon had broken his codex by meddling into the affairs of mortals and was dispelled from the ranks of ancient dragons. His corporal form was reduced to that of a normal dragon that would no reside in the high plain of Sil'varâs. His divine spirit was crushed but a single shard manifested in Landaro, altering his blood. But he wasn't able to enjoy his new gained power, because the magic outburst that freed his people, burned away every living aspect of him as well. All that was left was a steaming statue of purest obsidian. And his young boy, who received the same imprint of the ancient draconic soul.
He was then appointed a new surname that resembles his heritage, no longer simply elven but dragonborn as well: Amlugsereg, Dragon blood.
One of his new traits was immortality and his empire rose and fell, one age after another. Often it was shattered but he brought up the strength to make it rise again. Friends, who resisted the current of time like he did, accompanied him, their ways parting and then meeting again. Along the way he picked up powers that a mortal being could never gather in a lifetime and he always strived to employ them to the common good.
But his days in the Lands of New Hope, though many, were limited. He had withstand countless dangers and threats but on one fateful day, the fabric of existence turned on him and no spell, no forgotten lore and no weapon could stop his doom. To most of Sil'varâs' inhabitants it appeared like a small ripple of reality, but when Landaro Amlugsereg disintegrated into nothingness, every trace of him vanished. He never returned to this world and his names and deeds vanished from the records. A hand full of his closest companions still remember him but also their memory is failing.

Only his soul survived, together with the draconic imprint. It is caught between the worlds, waiting to be redeemed.

((NewHope is a German / Swiss Browser-MMORPG; for more information go to http://newhope.webtales.4players.de/portal.php))

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Part Two (After being caught in a new corporal form)
-following soon

Common Knowledge

- He can rely on considerable financial resources, but it is unknown how he built up his wealth.
- Now he is making his money with occasional jobs like helping out and equipping adventuring parties with scrolls, potions and items of his own creation. At times he is even seen acompanying such groups.
- He is an outstanding healer, but never asks payment, even for the toughest deeds, due to his faith and codex.
- Something has gown awry, as Landaro's mind appears to struggle with his (new) body. (That his current body is not his original one is not yet known).
- Some believe to have seen small marks of a draconic heritage (barely visible scalelike patterns on his forearms and such).
- He appeared one day out of nowhere, standing at the gates. Since then his calm nature helped him to avoid trouble.
- At times there are some arcane outbursts about which Landaro apears to be surprised himself.
- He is usually but not always accompanied by a small dragon with colour changing scales (who is named Shorodar). Because of Landor's taste he mostly decides on green, though.
- Landaro lives in the Town Hills district and settled in at Dragon Manor.

Notes

Dragons and clans that have declared for the bearer of the Draken Sigil:

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Shorodar - type unknown (mutual allegiance)
Clan Iliosh (Karanduul among others) - Silver
Clan Tollnohr (Gengareth among others) - Silver

Ongoing Storyline

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When Landaro arrived at the town he first settle in at Trog's tavern (where he encountered Shorodar) and then created a home at Town Hills. He encountered the severly wounded Baeleck, whom he healed. After a short visit to his hut in the mountains he went to the forest, where two dragon clans passed him the Draken Sigil and declared their allegiance. Into the woods, Landaro then came across the shop of Elune. When they went on a trip to gather some herbs, Landaro witnesses Elune becoming a Chosen of Aryn. After their return to her hut he got caught in a powerful area of deadtime. He was released only to learn that Elune left for Tirganach and thus returned with Shilea to his manor, where he continued with his research, while Shilea began to sort out the household. When Shilea left one day, Elune visited him after her return and he showed her around the house. During this Elune's former mate appeared within the manor and caused some confusion.

Landaro speaks in darkgreen!
Shorodar speaks (seldom, rather thinks) in plum!

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Shilea Calistari



Stats and Description

Name: Shilea Calistari
Race: Fire Genasi (female)
Class: An adventurer with a little bit of Caster and a good amount of Rogue in her.
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Neutral (with tendency to Good); She is of a mercurial nature and has a hot temper. She has a basic sense of justice and fairness as long is this doesn't hinder her own goals.
Faith: Kanuki, god of fire and humor.
Languages: Common, Ignan, Celestial
Age: 27 years (she has just reached adulthood by her native standards)
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair colour and length: You cannot decide whether it is actually hair, or whether it's a small fire on her head. It can be orange, hanging down shoulder-length or rise like a red-hot fire about one feet into the air, as well as anything in between, depending on her emotional state.
Eye colour: A warm hazel
Weapons: Several daggers, for throwing and close combat, and her inborne and trained magic abilities. As a focus she uses her magical cooking spoon.
Detailed Description: Shilea is a beautiful young woman, who could be easily taken as human, if not for her strange hair. She is choosy about her outer appearence and always tries to make the best impression, although she is not shallow-minded, but rather witty. Her clothing consists of soft leather boots, darkred leather trousers and an asian-style, buttoned up shirt. The shirt is ornamented with golden patterns and crafted from a shiny red fabric. It leaves her shoulders and arms bare. These clothes are chosen to underline her well formed body. Additionally she likes to wear a hooded, water-resistant brown cloak and she always carries a long white apron with her, which she puts on, whenever there is some cooking to do.
Her movements are quick and graceful.
Possesions:

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-A wooden cooking spoon with mysterios arcane powers
-Several masterwork daggers hidden all about her
-A ring with a finely cut ruby she recieved from Baeleck as a token of their love

Story

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Shilea's story begins in a small hamlet in the backcountry. One night, a young merchant stopped at that place. She was only around for a short stay to fill up water and food supplies of her caravan and then move on to a greater city. That evening she met a formidable looking man and they engaged in a one-night relation. The next morning they parted and never met again. What the woman didn't know, was that the man wasn't a human, but an efreeti in disguise. He originated from another plane where he worked as a chef at a small royal court. He travelled the material plane in search for new recipes and chose a human disguise to avoid too much attention.
What both didn't know in the beginning were the consequences of that single night, for Shari, the merchant, became pregnant. As she was living a rather casual live, she wasn't able to point at a probable father and thus decided to raise her young daughter alone. She named her Shilea in memory of a long gone relative.
The next five years went by without any major event, though Shilea proofed to become a hot tempered woman one day and didn't make life easy for Shari. Nontheless their relation was dominated by a deep compassion and love for each other.
But then, Shilea had just celebrated her fifth birthday, disaster struck. They camped somewher in the countryside, when their caravan was attacked by bandits. When the first attack hit, the few guards and Shilea's mother fought brave (Shari wasn't unused to harsh circumstances), considerably reducing the bandits numbers but they were outmanned three to one. At last only Shari and her terrified daughter were still living. The bandits' second in command approached them, while the others were already looting their wagons. He demanded their submission, if they wanted to live, but Shari was defiant to her last breath. With a cruel smile on his face, the man punched his sword deep into Shari's ribcage until there was no life left in her. Shilea wittnessed all this until she wasn't able to stand it anymore. The magic she had inherited from her father finally broke through.
In a wail of desparation the five year old girl unleashed a firestorm that engulfed everything around her, burning the murderer of her mother as well as the whole caravan with all the looting bandits to ashes. Those who had survived the all consuming flames fled in terror, the leader of the gang unfortunately among them, and left the young Shilea alone in the cold night.
She would have died that night if it wasn't for the ripple the violent outburst of raw magic had created. The ripple touched not only the material but also several adjacent planes, where her father finally noticed the event and recognised his own blood as the origin. He came to her that night and took her home to his own plane.

The following years she grew up among efreeti, djini and other beings with strong affinity to fire. She liked hanging around the kitchen and learning from her father, where she acquiered her outstanding kitchen skills. The everyday contact with strong magical beings lead to two other developments. First she started to develop an immunity to the devasting damages of great heat until she was able to go swimming in the pit of active volcanoes. The other thing that grew in her body was an ability to shift to adjacent planes at will. After this she was often found on the plane of fire which enthralled her, but all too often she met beings that had succumbed to the plane's violent nature.
The last seven years before reaching adulthood at the age of 27, she ventured across the planes as it pleased her, gaining considerable knowledge of hidden passageways and escape routes that proofed live-saving more than once. Nontheless, she always returned to the kitchen of her father.
Finally, he raised her to adulthood, by awarding her the surname of his lineage, and then send her to the material plane where she should build up her own life.

The now grownup Shilea Calistari followed the advice of her father and set out to fulfill an oath she made long years before: Tracking down the leader of the bandits that killed her mother 22 years ago and makeing him pay for his crimes.

On her quest she got into trouble on several occasions, often due to a lack of financial support, but most times she could find a way to get out of the mess, usually on the expanse of someone else. A naive young elf proved especially useful for this, who later turned out not to be that naive at all, unfortunately. This she was going to find out a little later. The wooden magic spoon she is carrying with her all the time is a parting gift from her father.
Eventually her search lead her to the town, where she is now making her living.

Common Knowledge

- She is working for Landaro Amlugsereg.
- The two have a complicated backstory.
- She is an outstanding cook.
- She is lively but also quick to anger.
- The more her hair resembles fire, the more intense are her emotions.

Notes
- none

Ongoing Storyline

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Shilea arrived at Trog's one night and ran head first into a battle with a werepanda. She also encountered Landaro later on and after they settled their dispute (in the process of healing Baeleck from the werepanda-bite) they went to Baeleck's hut. During the few short encounters with him, Shilea fell for Baeleck and they are currently engaged, spending their time together, although Shilea is expected to work for her new employer - Landaro.
When Shilea and Baeleck returned from a romantic trip to the Beach, she got caught in a severe area of deadtime, lasting almost five weeks. Meanwhile, Baeleck left for Tirganach, and she went with Landaro to take up her profession and move into his manor. Shortly after Baeleck returned from his journey they met and he asked for her hand in marriage during a delicious dinner at Sneak's.

Shilea speaks in darkred!

***

Italic text indicates either thoughts or mental / telepthic speech.

[V Junior]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Velvet
Age: Does it matter? I'm immortal!
Race: Elf/Fiend
Class: Wizard
Gender: Female
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 5 stone
Looks: Most of the time I'm red-haired and white skinned. My hair is short, and in bobs either side of my head. I have a major tan, and I tend to freckle.
Weapons: Natural weapons and spells are all I need...

Past
My past is obscure. Those that do know me- and that's not many people- know that I came into town a week ago- and that I came upon the Red-Blooded Rascal Tavern, my current home.

Story
It's near impossible to tell, but my past was torn by an attack- an attack from a native colony of kobolds, spanning 70 miles in diamater. I no longer trust them- they destroyed what past I had...

Personality
Demonic; sometimes.
Cheeky; sometimes.
Responsible; default.

I speak in red, hinting my demonic nature!

[ValKey]

Crystal True
race:True (look at ValKey for more info)
eyes:blue Hair:red.
Chaotic Good
Crystal is rather insane, and cleans most of the time.
Only speaks until she is spoken to, unless someone catches her interest.
She is ValKey's younger sister, and currently lives with the man who kidnapped her who treats her like a slave. But she loves him and thinks of him like a father.
wears a yellow maid outfit and bracers at all times

[Charles1984]

I am new and will be making a character.....will edit post later with charator info

[darkwind]

dark wind
race spectral demon
eyes red with black slits hair long and black
gendar male
hight 8ft 3
darkwind is a 8ft tall red and black demon with sharp claws and two long horns ******* from his head he only talks to those who he takes interest in and those who he relates to he also he weilds the long sword of hell and controls all fire and lightning
past
left in the prison in hell for a few centurys he broke free and fled hell to this strahge town
stroy
hides from suspicious men or bieng from hell

[Copacetic]

Feire Jaike

Class: Alchemist/ Wizard
Race: Human
Apperance:Tan color of skin( though you can never tell with the almost ever-present soot) with a Pair of well-worn goggle constantly strapped over his eyes.
Gender:male
Posseins: ALways enough Ingredents to make up SOMETHING explosive.
Story: Feire was always a bright little boy. Everbody in his village knew it, Just didn't like him for it. And when he created his own laboratory, everyone frowned on him. They decided they best way to get rid of him was to mess wit his mixtures. So they did and it warped him al the wat to the "town" Were he found magic and sought a way to se it in his mixtures. And always worn goggles. Always.
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[Seng Lu]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Seng Lu
Race: Human?
Class: Sorcerer/Monk
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 107 lb
Age: 17
Hair: White
Eyes: Red serpentine eye on the left, normal blue eye on the right

[Backstory]
Seng Lu was born with the magics of a sorcerer. But he needed the study of a temple disciple due to a secret he held. He learned quickly, and soon became a head monk of his temple. Some of the monks became jealous, saying it was only because of his lineage. He soon had to leave to quail their protests.

Since then, Seng Lu has become a demon hunter. Why, most are unsure, as killing any life (no matter how evil) goes against his religion.

[Common Knowledge]
He's a monk.
That's about it.

[Notes]
((Nothing yet.))

[Ongoing Storyline]
((Nothing yet.))

[the hunters]

[Stats and Description]
Name: the hunters
Race: hunterrans
Class: hunters
Alignment and Temperment: unknown
Age: unknown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175 lbs
Weapons: Each carry a hunter blade of thier own element
Armor: A full body armor (colour of each same as thier text colour)

Warretran is female and speaks like this
Silvris is female and speaks like this
Erthran is male and speaks like this
Blakerran is female and speaks like this
Firallis Wildaran is male and speaks like this
Thurrestian is male and speaks like this
Froskerron is male and speaks like this
Lirallan is female and speaks like this

Backstory: they wander seeking strong foes to fight in one on one duels, thier rule is no killing and that they must all be defeated consecutively to class as beaten, they fight in order of weakest to strongest which is Warretran, Silvris, Erthran, Blakerran and Firallis, Thuresstian does not fight often.

Ongoing story: Firallis returned, having found Thuresstian, two strange warriors, Froskerron and Lirallan have arrived looking for them though.

[Dollar]

Same as my avatar:



[Stats and Description]
Name: Teske
Race: Half-elf
Class: Fighter
Profession: Traveller
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Temper: Medium
Age: 21
Height: 1.65 metres
Weight: 50 kg.
Build: Half-muscular
Hair color and length: Half-long and black
Eye color: Green
Weapons: Elven Two-handed Sword
Armor: Leather Armor
Clothing: Noble and traveller mix.
Distinguishing features: Goatee. Blue tatoo in face.

[Backstory]
Noone knows.

[Common Knowledge]
Son of a nobleman.

[Franziska]

Name: Franziska
Race: Human
Class: (13)wizard(10)Fighter
Profession: Wanderer
Alignment:Neutral Evil
Age: 19
Height: 5'09"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Build: small athletic
Hair color and length: Short silver hair
Eye color: amber
Weapons: Long sword, a cusom made whip that is actually a bunch of linked small blades.(It looks like a normal whip, but she can change it at will.)
Armor: Leather Armor
Clothing: Khaki colored pants with a cream long sleeved button down shirt, the teather armor is under the clothing, if you focus hard enough, you can seethebracers and vest under her shirt.
Distinguishing features: An arrogant "I'm perfect" smirk and her eyses change colors depending on her mood.(If you want toknow what color means what, try to get her to talk.)

[Pantler]

Name: Percival Hidebrant, Percy for short
Race: Gnome
Class: Psion, mostly
Profession: Claims to be a "pilot". In fact, he is at least (in alphabetical order): an alchemist, blacksmith, boatbuilder, carpenter, distiller, gunsmith, metalurgist, physician and tailor. Gods know what else. Plus a general tinker.
Alignment: Hard to tell
Temper: Prone to swinging moods
Age: 42
Height: 3', short even for a gnome
Weight: 20 kg, thin too
Hair: Black, straight, reaching down to the shoulders, kept in order by alchemical gel
Weapon: Flamegun
Armor: None
Clothing: When at work, an artisan's outfit. When out in town, a plain white shirt and black leather trousers.
Distinguishing features: Curly moustache

Backstory: Complicated. Few know it, though.

Common Knowledge: Appeared in town like a shooting star.

[Rainspattered]

Nithrik
Race: Goblin
Class: Probably rogue, later on
Profession: Inventer, Tinkerer
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 21
Height: 3'2"
Weight: 38 lbs
Build: Thin, scrawny.
Hair: None
Eyes: Bright blue
Weapons: An ancient, unbelievably sharp goblin knife, used to slay an evil tyrant sometime very far back in Goblin history, a retratractable hand claw on his left hand.
Armour: We'll say "cloth armour" and pretend like it's more than just clothing.
Clothing: Cheap, dark brown, white, grey, or black. Wears a grey GSA sash.
Distinguishing features: A very bright green, even for goblins.

Background:
A goblin engineer, inventor, and tinker from a once-proud, effectively royal goblin family. The intellect tha tallowed his family to come into power in the past has been passed on through generations, although the positions of power were certainly not; for generations, Nithrik's family has been living in poverty on the streets. His keen mechanical mind is the first in a long line to make money. As his people became a nation again, Nithrik marched out to defend him against the dwarven assault, prepared to die as he felt the once-proud blood of his family boil for vengeance on those who had kept them down all this time.

Common Knowledge:
Skillfull engineer, otherwise "just another goblin" to those who don't know him.

[Nekulor]

Name: Silas Dyrr
Occupation: Priest of Dyrr
Background(OOC/meta info): Silas is the brother of Nekulor, and a powerful drow wizard in his own right. He tends the temple they both built in the town, and officially is unconnected to his brother. However, Nekulor has been seen in the temple, and strange things seem to go on there...
IC Info: Silas is the High Priest at the Temple of Dyrr. He seems very capable, and well versed in the divine and arcane arts.
Age: 350 (older dark elf)
Height: 5'4
Eyes: Blackish red
Hair: Silvery Grey
Class Levels: 25 Wizard
5 Priest (of Dyrr, though Dyrr lacks a following right now, so priest of the causes of shadow and undeath right now)
2 Arcane Archer (a master of bows, both magical and nonmagical)

Silas's posts will be in red

[Ivius]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Rolun Grey
Race: Half Elf
Class: Wizard 3
Profession: Wizard, artisan
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 148 lb.
Build: Medium height, slightly thin
Hair: Dark brown, relatively long, and disorganized.
Eyes: Green
Weapons: A long, wooden spear. The head is made of stone, and is relatively dull.
Clothing: A worn, dark green cloak. The right sleeve is strangely missing.

[Backstory]
Rolun grew up in a family full of Sorcerers. He tried to emulate his siblings by teaching himself a few spells. Since then, he has developed a genuine interest in magic. In his home he owns a small library of books. He makes a living painting and sketching in his spare time.

[Common Knowledge]
Grew up in a magic loving family.

[Notes]
Anything else.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Nothing yet.

[Minky Boodle]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Cleveland "Cleave" Tromp
Race: Human
Class: none really
Profession: Aspiring Business Owner/ Vagabond
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 18
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lb.
Build: Thin, but Athletic
Hair: Light Brown with a small blond patch over left eye
Eyes: faded blue
Weapons: A pointy tree branch and a fist sized rock
Clothing: Dark green torn pants, no shirt, black fedora with a red feather in it

[Backstory]
Cleveland was born into a wealthy family. His father was an extremely shrewd businessman who ran a small restaurant and owned most of the buildings in a secluded mountain village. Beginning at the age of 6, Cleveland was instructed in the ways of business. Cleveland wanted to leave his village and set up his own chain of businesses. Instead, his father wanted him to take over his business so that could retire. Cleveland left his home and family one night taking his savings with him. His destination: The Town. Unfortunately, Cleveland quickly became lost in the wilderness. Within a week, he was robbed by bandits. He spent a year barely surviving in the harsh invironment. A turning point came one afternoon as he was picking berries for food. One moment he is happily sampling the juiciness of a few berries, the next he is on the ground bleeding from a huge cut in his chest. His attacker searched him for valuables, but finding none left him for dead. Luckily, a tribe of nomads found him, restored him to health, and gave him directions to The Town. They also helped arm him with crude weapons in case he is attacked again.
[Common Knowledge]
Spent time roughing it in the wild
Has little or no skills in combat


[Notes]
Cleveland sports a scar running from the top left of his chest to the bottom right.

[Ongoing Storyline]
none

Cleveland speaks in this color

[Perducci]

The Perducci Family

[Stats and Description]
Name: Antonio Perducci
Race: Human
Profession: Mobster
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Age: 59
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 220 lb.
Build: Heavily muscled with a chubby belly
Hair: Balding on top white
Eyes: dark brown
Weapons: A snub nose .357
Clothing: Black suit with a red P on the left, red tie, black shoes, black cane with a gold globe on the top, gold ring with a red dove on it

[Backstory]
Antonio's life of crime began at an early age. Forced onto the street by poverty, Antonio quickly joined up with a group of petty thieves to stay alive. He later became a hired gun for the Maconni Family. He made it big by taking two bullets aimed for his current employer. When Jerome Maconni became the head of the Family, Antonio became his right hand. Antonio was sent out to expand Maconni operations. His three adult children came with him. His wife died a year before they left their town.
[Common Knowledge]
Wealthy
Likeable
Reasonable
Probably involved in crime

[Notes]
He tends to baby his youngest son.

[Stats and Description]
Name: Marco Perducci
Race: Human
Profession: Mobster
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Age: 31
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190 lb.
Build: Big Boned
Hair: black, short and slicked back
Eyes: dark brown
Weapons: a .45 kept in his jacket
Clothing: suit matches his fathers, glasses

[Backstory]
Marco is the oldest son of Antonio. He knows that his father will most likely leave him in charge when he retires/passes on. He tries to emulate the behavior of his father, but can't quite match his fathers congeniality. Constantly fighting with his sister.
[Common Knowledge]
He's a Perducci
Likes to be in charge

[Notes]
Marco is called "little daddy" by his siblings

[Stats and Description]
Name: Amanda Perducci
Race: Human
Profession: Mobsteress???
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: 26
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lb.
Build: Athletic
Hair: long black
Eyes: dark brown
Weapons: a katana worn at the hip and sometimes a shotgun
Clothing: Amanda usually wears long flowing black and red pattern dresses

[Backstory]
Amanda is the most violent of Antonio's children. She's been known to kill people for fun. She is often the cause of stress in her father's life. Amanda is also stunningly attractive, though it is often unwise to approach her. She thinks that her father will leave her in charge, which leads her and Marco to fight.
[Common Knowledge]
She's a Perducci
Cold-hearted and cruel

[Notes]
Unlike the rest of her family, she has no bodyguard. This is due to her hacking her last one to pieces for "watching her too much".

[Stats and Description]
Name: Carl Perducci
Race: Human
Profession: Unwilling Mobster
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 24
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lb.
Build: stocky
Hair: blonde and worn in a ponytail
Eyes: green
Weapons: a small caliber pistol, but only when he's made to wear it
Clothing: black pants, white shirt with a wide collar, white shoes

[Backstory]
Carl is the odd one in the family. He gets all his looks from his mother. He also wants little to do with his "Family" but stays because he loves his family. Carl rarely inflicts pain on others. Even when ordered to, he usually just lies about it.
[Common Knowledge]
Generally not assumed to be a Perducci
Good guy trapped in a bad place

[Notes]
Carl want to be a chef, and is often made fun of by his siblings for it.

Antonio speaks like this
Marco speaks like this
Amanda speaks like this
Carl speaks like this

[Malick]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Malick Carth
Race: Tiefling
Class: 10 Cerebremancer/7 Psion/7 Wizard
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Neutral. He really doesn’t care for anything but his studies. He has one hellava bad attitude and a temper to boot. He may act rude at times but he can be a good friend.
Age: 23
Height: 4 foot 8 inches
Weight: 150 pounds
Hair colour and length: Blood red hair tied into a pony tail
Eye colour: Red
Weapons: He doesn’t appear to have any sort of weapons on him

[Backstory]
He doesn’t really care for his heritage. His mother was an Elan and his father a demon. He was an outcast everywhere he went. Names that he was called were “half breed” and “Demon child” and those where the more “Friendly” names that he was called. Whenever he get mad things would start blowing up around him. He tried to master this power with little success until he came across a wizard who was very interested in him. The wizard told him that he would train him how to control his powers and also teach him some of his powers. Malick was a quick learner and in just 10 years he learned everything that he needed to know. So Malick set off to find a place to accept him and to gain more power.

[Common Knowledge]
Very easy to piss off

[Notes]
Don’t call him short….that will piss him off

[Ongoing Storyline]
Nothing as of yet

[Grabe]

Grabe


By Baeleck

Race: Half-dragon
Gender: Male
Class: Monk 11/Assassin 7
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Temperament: Grabe is a rather deceptive character, and probably a bit wrong in the head. He is impatient but not very impulsive, and rather quiet.
Age: 24
Height: 7’5”
Weight: 211 lbs
Hair: Unknown, kept under mask
Eyes: Black
Equipment: Grabe wields a short sword but is also very skilled in unarmed combat. He wears a traditional ninja outfit, reinforced underneath for improved armour. His reddish wings protrude out of the back.
Speech: Dark Red

Back-Story
Grabe has lived most of his life in the slums, having moved to the town after being forced to hide there from his brother, who accuses him for murdering his wife. During his time in the town, he has had very little to do with anyone else until recently.

Common Knowledge
Grabe is very manipulative, but he usually doesn’t keep much from anyone he knows and trusts.
He is rather well-off considering where he lives.
He likes betting.

Ongoing Storyline
None.

[Galin]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Galin, 'the Simple', Hucklethorn
Class: Gnome Druid (Seeking Employment)
Age: 142
Height: 2.0 ft.
Weight: 45 lbs.
Skin: Shady tan.
Hair: Bald; White trimmed beard.
Eye colour(s): Forest green/navy blue

Appearance: Modest and plain, Galin is often seen in light-grey robes. He wears leather sandals and has a pair of sturdy goggles hanging from his neck. He wears a small pouch.

[Backstory]
Galin was born in the forest. No one seems to know who his parents were, nor does anyone know where they went. Nonetheless, a small group of druids took him into their care and gave his the name of Hucklethorn. After learning all the druids had to offer, the young gnome decided to set off in search for adventure. Many years pass and Galin eventually grows tired of traveling.
All he desires now is a nice small town where he can settle in and maybe

[Common Knowledge]
Galin is a short, bald, druid with a neatly trimmed white beard.
Stress goes on the 'lin'.

[Notes]
We think he has an animal companion named Barin...
No one really remembers what she is though...

[Ongoing Storyline]
None other than stuff in Backstory.

[Dartonus]

Name: Sha'rall

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Race: Illithid (mind flayer) Lich (AKA alhoon)
Class: Abberation 8, Archmage 5, Wizard 27
Alignment and Temperament: Lawful Evil, Short tempered to sorcerors, helpful to wizards, Tends to rob fresh graves for brains
Age: 4,792
Height: 7 ft
Weight: 90 Lbs
Hair color and Length: Hair? What Hair? I'm a lich, I don't have hair!
Eye color: Pinpricks of red
Weapons: Magic (necromancy specialized, Divination+illusion banned), Prismatic blade (Keen Flaming burst, Icy burst, and shocking burst Shortsword), Greater prismatic blade (same, except longsword), Soulcutter (Keen Vorpal scythe with the ability to cast lightning bolt 10/day and chain lightning 5/day, CL 32), Drowslayer (Flaming burst, icy burst, and shocking burst light crossbow of humanoid (elf) Bane

Story: Not much is known about Sha'rall, except what the few survivors of his coordinated attacks say. He was an Illithid prince in the house of Rall in the Illithid city of Sur'ran, growing up in an Illithid city where Drow and illithid lived in harmony. At some point during this time, he slew a goblin who had in his possession one of the shards of oblivion. He unwittingly became a pawn of themortiverse, and, guided by the Mortiverse's cruel whispers, went to the local temple of Ilsensine, and led a massive force of clerics of ilsensine, goddes of the illithids and drove the Drow out, slaying many. Horrified by what he had done, he tried to drop the shard, but It had been bound to the goblin's skull, which was on a string around his neck. The skull is now bound to him, perhaps permanently. He self-exiled him for many years, became a lich, and tried to ascend to the throne of the city, but was rejected by the Elder Brain because of his Lichhood. Angrily, he slew the Illithids of his city, defaced the temples, and killed the elder brain of the city, scattering its pieces through the city. Horrified, He fled the city after attempting to resurrect the slain Illithids, but turning them into Necromantic abominations instead. He later met a group of incompetent adventurers who became quite powerful before his plain to make them slaves to the Illithids and redeem himself could come to Fruition. He Later Drowned the most powerful with a sudden attack of Rock To Lava spells (what a waste of tasty Brains) And turned on the others, Leaving only the weakest alive, but placing a great curse on him (a hated sorceror), Reducing the Hapless sorceror's Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, and Charisma to 1. Some time after the event(he disappeared for a 400 year period, rumors say he created 49 phylacteries in highly inconspicuous places around the planes), He reappeared and started a large weapons company in a canyon, Heavily guarded by his loyal awakened undead.

Common knowledge
-The form of one of his 49 phylacteries is known, but its location is not: A gold piece
-Rumors speak of a phylactery in Howler's crag in pandemonium
-Stealing from his workshop is no easy task - Prismatic spray spell traps are everywhere, and so are his loyal arrow demons
-He supposedly gives discounts to fellow Illithids
-Rumor has it He knows Bel, Lord of the first layer of Baator
-Prone to possession by the entity he is attempting to destroy

Notes
In addition to worshipping Ilsensine, He also worships Midnabar, Little-known greater deity, lord of famine, droughts and the desert, and The Mortiverse (created by speeblefreak on the WoTC boards), Bringer of doom and despair who could crush you by looking at you.

Ongoing storyline:
None

Name: The Panda Bandit

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Race: Human Werepanda (lycanthrope)
Class: rogue 20/assassin 10
Alignment + temperament: Chaotic Evil, tries to stay true to the dictionary panda definition- at taverns, he eats, shoots, and leaves.
Age: 35
Height: 6 feet
Weight: human 95 lbs, hybrid 400 pounds, animal 850 pounds
Hair color: white with a few black patches
Eye color: Human black, Hybrid and animal red
Weapons: hand crossbow, heavy repeating crossbow, Masterwork +5 Vorpal Katana
Story: born a lycanthrope, the panda bandit was very shy. He rarely talked. upon discovering the dictionary definition, he set out to clearly define what a panda does: eats, shoots, and leaves. During his childhood as the son of the captain of the royal guard in the bamboo forest, he saw a coup overthrow the king and goblin mercenaries kill his father. He hooked up with Krall to help get revenge and got drawn into Sha'rall's service in a very confusing affair.He recently caused a nuclear explosion at trog's in an incident involving a Uranium-238 elemental's death throes.
Common knowledge: It's not safe to be near him when he is eating.
Notes: has faint black, mask-like marks near his eyes.
Ongoing storyline: Attempting to kill Eric Kidd for wrecking his copy of The outlaw animal field guide

Name:Krall, demonic bounty hunter

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Race: arrow demon
Class: ranger 6
Alignment + temperament: CE, tends to shoot the enemy full of holes first, asking questions later (if at all)
Age: 670
Height: 6 feet, 6 inches
weight: 150
Hair color: blood red
Eye color: blood red
Weapons: 2 +3 large composite longbows, 4 +2 keen scimitars, claws, 2 large oathbows
Story: Krall was a common arrow demon until he discovered bounty hunting. He immediately made it his career. always looking for faster craft, he stole from Sha'rall to get his hands on The demon wing. Sha'rall eventually caught up to him and forced him into his service.
Common knowledge: He is willing to hunt down anybody except Sha'rall - For a price
Notes: none
Ongoing storyline: None

RIP Bob the Uber commoner.

Name: Grist

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Race: Half Farspawn Human
Class: Cleric 20 (Death, destruction)/Hierophant 5
Al and temperament: NE, cold, calculating, and ruthless.
Age: 24
Height: 5 foot 8
weight: 120
Hair: white, down to ears
Eyes: brown, piercing
Weapon: + 5 vorpal greataxe
Story: unknown
Common knowledge: Leader of the clerics of the mortiverse:
Aust: Drow cleric 20, Keth: shadow half orc 20, Edath: half fiend dwarf cleric 20 (all above destruction, evil) Zelt: kobold cleric 15, Vern: svirfneblin cleric 10/rogue 5, Wezt: duergar cleric 10/wizard 5, Xaryl: skullcrusher ogre cleric 10/fighter 5, Zenn: human cleric 10/barbarian 5, Treft: elf cleric 10/Monk 5 (all above evil, death), 10 human cleric 10s (destruction), 10 gnome cleric 10s (death), 10 halfling cleric 10s (evil), and 40 half elf adept 5s.
Ongoing storyline: none.

And now, a nintendo homage!
Name:Vaati

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Race: Picori
Class: Wind mage (Coming soon!) 30
Alignment and temperament: CE, playful, self-centered, selfish
Age: 20
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Weight: 85 lbs
Hair color and length: Light blue, over one eye, two flops down sides are shoulder-length
Eye color: red
Weapons: Magic, +5 short sword

Story: As a young minish, Vaati was apprentice to the local sorceror, Ezlo. He one day stole Ezlo's magic hat that granted wishes and was given ultimate power. He got beaten by link 3 times, and eventually moved to the town when he got fed up.

Common knowledge:
-Don't leave Anything that grants wishes around him, or he'll steal it.
-Enjoys scrabble and boggle
-Can shrink down to 1 inch height.
-Good swordsman

Notes: All credit goes to Nintendo. Please don't sue me.

My Megaman from BN3: Blue
Name: Megaman Woodbug

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Race: Navi
Class: Deleter 50
Alignment: N
Temperament: fairly cheerful when a bug is not affecting him
Age: No Idea.
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 100 pounds
Hair color and length: brown, short
Eye color: green
Weapons: Buster and a whole lot of battlechips, including Murmasa blade.
Story: Play Battle Network 3. you won't be dissappointed. after that, he jacked into a computer and wandered into the town.
Common knowledge: random bugs affect him upon entering battle, such as temporary invulnerability
Notes: Capcom gets credit for making megaman such a good character that I had to add him to my town portfolio. please don't sue me.
Ongoing storyline: None

[Flying Elephant]

Flying Elephant

Stats and Description
Race: Celestial Elephant
Gender: Male
Class: Outsider 11
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 9,435
Height: 12' 2"
Weight: 5,652 pounds
Eyes: brown
Weapons: The Flying Elephant uses his tusks to fight.

Story: The Flying Elephant often travels to different places when he feels like it, or is summoned.

[Copacetic]

Theron

Race:Outsider
Class:Paladin
Alignment: Chaotic good.
Possiens: A silver holy symbol of his god, Posell, A Bright Steel longsword, Light Chain mail.
Apperance: A tall figure with and Angel-like wings And Blond hair with almost Silver eyes.
Story: A human boy raised In a village as a farmer. When he grew up he traveled to the Capital to study At the church of Ere'thull, the ice god of his pathenon. He rose through the ranks and eventually became a paladin at the age of 14, something no one else had ever achieved. Then when he was sent with his rival from church school,Horget To banish a evil spirit. They banished the spirit but his god, Ere'thull required a persons energy and suffering to banish it to The neverworld. His friend volunteered to and Their god accepted. He took his friends energy and took his will and banished the spirit. But instead of letting him tend his friend his god domanded that he return to the church. When he didn't His god forced him. When he regained control of his body Theron flew into such a rage that he killed every one of his fellow preists and turned to another god, Posell,the fire god, Who was Ere'thull's mortal enemy. Posell excepted him into his religion and Theron made his name knew. He slew man who hurt others and hid behind the excuse of greater good. He threw of the shackles of slaves and freed prisoners. Because he knew what this greater good actually was. Posell Was so pleased with Theron he Blessed him with wings and a Holy symbol crafted by his very Deity himself.
Common Knowledge: He is very relivable. Nothing matters to him more than his friends.
Age: 22