Characters of the Town (OOC)

[NotAboutBalance]

name: Anastasia Moonwhisper (in her elven shape)
gender: female
race: silver dragon, usually taking elven shape
alignment: neutral good
personality: She has a tendency to cast detect evil a lot, in her career it's often necessary, naturaly good-natured and kind.
height: 5 feet 9 inches
age: depends on her form, in elven form she is about 169, although she looks far younger
class: 30 cleric/10 radiant servant of Pelor
general description: long curling golden hair past her thin waist, intelligent bright green eyes, fair skin and fair face
possesions: Apart from clothes and other adventuring essentials, plus a trinket or two, she has full plate, mace, composite longbow, unistone of food and drink, shard of the sun, dawnstar
backstory: Although truly a silver dragon, she took an interest in other races and since then has taken a form other than the the elf, Anastasia, only when necessary. She began her elven life as a 4-year-old and took training at the local temple of Pelor. Her life was mostly that of any other elf until she turned 20 and decided to begin adventuring. She adventured solo, for a time, until she met Delot the dwarf, Kara the human, Char the gnome, Riki the halfling, and Tyrine the half-elf and began the party "The Order of Six". That was her humble beginning. More recently, as in, in the past 80 years or so, they became one of the greatest powers of good for the world, with their grand kick-off of saving and rebuilding a great city that was under the control of and evil sorcerer. It was also their first statue! Afterwards, it was winning war after war, triumphing over evil guy after evil guy, saving city after city.
general information: all in all, REALLY, REALLY good-aligned
[/QUOTE]you don't get much holier than this. seriously.

[fatninjacow]

name:Ruris
race:half-fiend,appears more like a human except has claws and red eye's
align: chaotic neutral
personalitiy:OBNOXIOUS,half-insane and has an invisible friend,Mr.fizzybibble,who always tells him to kill people or be obnoxious
height:8'0
weight:210


appearannce:black cloak covering body, underneath,a black shirt with many pocket's, black pants, he rely's on natural armour


abilities: grow wing's and fly when he wills

back story: as a young child his town was destroyed and he was taken by drow, who sacrificed him to lolth but there was a problem in which it transformed him, into a half insane half demon. the drow were horrifyed and abandoned him in the town.

[Dunavar]

Name:ShadowLord
Race:Half Human/Half Celestial
Class:Level 20 Fighter Level 10 Sorcerer
Age:27
Height:6'7"
Weight:210lbs
Abilities:Wings, Healing,Smite Evil
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Appearance:Black shoulder length hair, Blue eyes, Tan skin,Lean muscular, wings,White Full Plate +5, Gleaming white broadsword strapped across my back.
Story: My father was a Dark Warlord, and he captured a Celestial female in one of his many battles. After one full year had come about, they had a son. As he grew up, he learned the use of many weapons. He also discovered that he had powers of that beyond a mortal. At 27 he flew away from his castle to learn about the wider world. The first village he flew across was, The Town.

[LordVader]

Erica Lakoens
Race: Human
Age: Unknown, young
Class: Callidus Assassin
Height: 5'11
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: Normally wears the full-body black synthskin jumpsuit of her Ordos. She has long brown hair. She is in very good physical condition, and is rather attractive.
Background: Erica was originally a Callidus Assassin of the Imperium of Man. She is fairly new, but has already proven her skill and ruthless efficiency. During the last campaign she was involved in, she was exposed to Chaos during an attack on a Chaos cult. Although mostly unharmed, it did slightly warp her personality. She killed several Guardsmen and escaped the planet in her ship. The Chaos exposure had given her the desire to escape the Imperium and make her own path.(Essentially, it shifted her alignment from Lawful to Chaotic.)
Personality: Erica is not really known to have any respect at all for authority. She has the ruthless streak that comes with all assassins- however, the exposure to Chaos energies has "softened" her personality somewhat. Occasionally, though, the Chaos energies cause her to become murderous and cold-hearted. This happens rarely.
((Will finish this later, have to go and want to save it.))

[Dunavar]

Name:Dezmodin
Race:Elf/Half Celestial
Class:Level 20 Fighter, Level 10 paladin
Height:6'3"
Alignment:Lawful Good
Appearence:blond short cropped hair, bright white wings with a 20ft. wingspan, a silver breastplate with a dragon on it,a black shirt beneath it, a warhammer strapped across his back that is holy fire enchanted, a black cloak, black leather boots, gloves and pants, a silver belt with the same dragon that is on the breastplate.
Story: Dez and Horus grew up as childhood friends, and once they had grown up, they decided to join the military. Dezmodin became a paladin/fighter, while Horus's magic and sword skill elected him to be a rare Hexblade. Dezmodin decided to join Horus on a mission given to him by the Silverwood Military.

[Lochus]

Name: Lochus. He's probably got a last name as well, but apparently he isn't giving it out.

Race: Half human half pink dragon. Yes. Pink dragon.

Class: Martial type, though he has a number of curious supernatural abilities to help him out.

Age: Probably around his mid-twenties. About what one expects for adventuring age among humans.

Backstory: He'll talk about his past in terms of his adventures, though its rather hard to get him to go into the rest of his life.

Personality: Lochus is very self conscious about his appearance. He isn't too happy about it and for whatever odd reason he seems to resist transmutation type effects.

Flashy Into Appearance!

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Someone walks into the Tavern. To be utterly honest this isn't very unusual. People walk into Trog's all the time. This someone, though, appears to be a half dragon. A half dragon clad in mithril full-plate and cloaked in a bright white... cloak.

Despite how rare half dragons are, or at least should be, such creatures showing up here in Town really isn't all that unusual either. The half dragon doesn't have the sort of scent that is usually associated with half dragons.

No brimstone of a red. No chlorine of a green. No slat spray of a bronze.

Rather, this particular half dragon has a scent reminiscent of cherries. And soap.

The smell is quite fitting considering the fact that the being's scales, or at least those that can be glimpsed every time that tail peeks out from under the half dragon's cloak, are pink.

Yes.

Pink.

Cherry blossom pink to be precise.

The creature pensively takes a seat at an empty table and pulls down that hood that's obscuring the face. More pink scales and a pair of baby blue eyes. The facial features are soft and rounded, almost to the point that one might assume the half-dragon is plushy if not for the fact that those draconic scales are quite clearly rock hard. A pair of short, backward facing horns poke out of the skull a fair bit behind the eyes. The things are far too blunt to be of any danger to anything.

They're also red. Bright red. As if someone had polished and painted them. If that's not stare worthy enough it looks like someone drew a white and yellow daisy on the left horn.

If someone manages to catch a glimpse of the critter's claws they'll notice that they're the same bright red color.

Most of the time a draconic creature causes a sense of awe in all that look upon it. This poor soul causes a sense of deep pity.

The half-dragon's equipment is mostly obscured by the cloak, though some flexible leather armor is easy enough to spot. No shoes of course, wouldn't really fit on the feet.

"I... I'll have a llamanade please..."

Stat Block Stuff

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Str: 26 Dex: 16 Con: 20 Int: 13 Wis: 10 Cha: 26
Wonders Readied: 8
Wonders: Animal Affinity; Force Stun; Force Knockback; Luminous Barrier; Thicken Skin; Freedom of Movement; Dispelling Buffer; Heal; Haste; Dimension Door; Hold Monster; Giant's Power

Feats: Combat Expertise; Improved Trip; Knockdown; Power Attack; Improved Bullrush; Shock Trooper; Weapon Focus: Heavy Flail; Armor Specialization: Full Plate; Shield Specialization: Buckler; Improved Buckler Defense; Dodge; Mobility; Illusive Target; Combat Reflexes; Hold the Line; Defensive Sweep

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Khoah: Magical Beast 12/Hero 20
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: Average for a human.
Build: Athletic
Hair: White with jagged black stripes. Very pointy. Like anime character pointy.
Eyes: Icy blue. The iris takes up most of the eye. No white is visible.

Description as Human:

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Khoah is about average height for a human. A rather athletic build. Perhaps somewhat surprising he isn't wearing any armor.

At all.

Certainly unusual for your average adventurer.

The guy has a rather kind face, blue eyes. Though the iris takes up pretty much the entire eye. No white visible. Hmmm. That's somewhat odd. Inanely spiky white hair with a couple jagged black stripes running through. Clothing is loose and comfortable. Somewhat airy, suggesting that he either gets hot easy or he's use to warm weather. No cloak to speak of, uninteresting leather sandals. A pair of ornate bracers around his forearms. Nice ivory medallion around his neck.

The simple belt around his waste bears the black hilts of several daggers. So he's armed, just not armored.

Description as Beast:

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Khoah appears to be some sort of chimeric mix of white tiger, monitor lizard, and... dire porcupine. His frame is a good mix between feline and reptilian, though he still has a generally humanoid shape. Along the top side of his body he is covered in barbed quills, the longest along his back with shorter quills around his head, neck, tail, and elbows.

The face is somewhat boxish in shape, almost as if a tiger's muzzle had been stretched out to fit the proportions of a monitor lizard's snout. Though mostly covered by his clothing, which shifts along with him, he has white, black striped fur where the quills don't obscure it. A pair of rounded ears poke up on the top of his head. The tail is distinctly reptilian, though furred and quilled just like the rest of him. Feet and legs are a fair mix of lizard and feline, long toes with nasty claws and such.

Stat Block Stuff:

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Speed: 40 Climb: 30
Str: 38 Dex: 32 Con: 24 Int: 26 Wis: 12 Cha: 10
Why do I have this stuff listed? Just to give a good idea of how he compares physically to a normal human when he's in his mythical critter form. The rest of the stuff that follows is more for my benefit so I can keep track of what he can and can't do.

Marvels Readied: 8
Marvels Known: Lightning Eruption; Haste; Touch of Oblivion; Righteous Might; Solidify; Mislead; True Sight; Magma Burst; Greater Sunder Magic; Radiant Wings; Heal; Runic Bomb; Sonic Boom; Energy Ward; Accelerated Frame.

Feats: Weapon Focus: Quills; Improved Critical: Quills; Expanded Critical: Quills; Two Weapon Defense; Oversized Two Weapon Fighting; Two Weapon Fighting; Power Attack; Leap Attack; Gambit; Combat Expertise; Combat Jump; Headlong Rush; Imp. Bull Rush; Shock Trooper; Dodge; Karmic Strike; Combat Reflexes; Mage Killer.

Mythical Beast Abilities

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Serrated Quills (ex): Khoah is bristling with serrated quills. Whenever he hits with a melee attack he will also strike with several quills. If hit, the quills will break off in the target and make both attacking and avoiding attacks rather troublesome. The more quills stuck in a target the more of a nuisance they become. Unless a successful heal check is made, pulling the quills out hurts twice as much as going in due to their barbs.

Quills Storm (ex): Khoah is able to shed his quills in a fourty foot burst. Anything caught in the burst will be hit by ten quills, five on a successful Ref save.

Shape Quills (Su): Khoah may, as a free action, shape his quills into the form of any melee weapon.

Transparency (Ex): Khoah and his equipment are transparent to metals and force type effects. As such, his quills bypass armor bonus, shield bonus, and deflection bonus to armor class.

[Rex Idiotarum]

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"Mad Dog" Rex Idiotarum, 5'10, and looks like he has had better days. His face and Sandy Blond hair says youth, but his eyes, the left one brown, the right one red, show his weariness. He hunches over, and often walks on the balls of his feet, sniffing out the air. He's a man with a dark, dark, past, and presumably thinks his future isn't that bright.

He wears casual, black clothing. Often shorts and a collars, short sleeved shirt, but puts on a black trenchcoat on top during cold weather. He wears red glasses that suppresses his mental manipulation powers, and a color that prevents magic from leaving his body. But by no means has this weakened him. He was quick beforehand, but any mage can tell that he's using most of his magic to improve himself physically. Heightened Senses, Extreme Swiftness, and Strong enough to punch down buildings. It has also given him an inhuman durability, and though he still feels it, it's had to keep him down. He has not learned regeneration yet.

Rex looks about twenty, but his true age is unknown since time is relative, he is immortal, and has been to many universes where time does not run at the same rate. He claims to be 800, since that's about the time he left his first world.

Rex's class is some sort of epic warrior mage, with emphasis on the Mage. He has trained in so many fields for so long that he can just about do anything. With his collar preventing him from doing magic, he's forced to rely on his martial arts skill, equiped with chains that bind, extend, and Hold on his mere thought, the cops' Beratta(Details at the Police station) and the other standard Police equipment, he's out to hunt down criminals as a Detective for the Police. Although not chief, he does seem to demand authority from the other cops, and in times of stress, he's Take-Charge.

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.He hid amongst the halflings, but he always knew he was different, he always wore a hat to hide the secret. At six months, his mother left him with the caravan to be taken care of him, it is a dangerous world out there for his kind, ever since the Empire declared all Versipellis to be sub-humanoid, mere animals. Of course, Reel is not a Versipellis in the sense of Werewolves or Weretigers, he had none of that ferocity in him. But even so, the halflings accepted him for who he was, for they were kind. It was not until six years later that his life changed for the worse.

The white hair boy sat on the side of river bank, he led his lure in careful taunt of the fish, and they followed it curiously. The emerald grass cushioned his form as he sat, staring into the clear waters, watching the green sunfish chase his lure. He didn't care to catch them, it's the bass he's after. There was energy in the air, maybe it was his ancestry that made him sense weather changes, or something about like that, but suddenly, he felt uneasy. Something was wrong.

He dropped his lure, cautiously, his senses told him, to be scared, and scared he was. He sprinted back to the caravan. “Something...” He managed to pant to Felix, the leader of the caravan, before they came. Like a storm, six bandits came from around the site. Six bandits was all it took to take the expedition of 30 halflings and one tibbit out.

They had a mage, and that's why. Magic unlike any Reel had seen before was cast, six bandits turned into sixty, and with them the halflings surrendered, no glory in death if no one is left to tell the tail. Reel knew he could escape, but he choose to remain with his family, the people that cared for him.

Tied and bound they were imprisoned in the carts and lead to a nearby Orcish mine, where they put the halflings to work. As they lead their way to be put in in shackles and to be whipped, a human examined over each of them, “This is all we got? Thirty one halflings? Barely worth the pay.” It made Reel very angry as he passed, but the human stopped him. “White hair?” He pulled off Reel's hat, “Cat ears? This one isn't a halfling. It's some sort of animal in the guise of one!”

The mage examined over Reel with his hidden eyes, eyes that seemed to lack a soul, but instead held massive knowledge, “No, sir, this is a Tibbit,” He replied, “A special breed, cat and shortfolk, he's worth much more as a pet than a miner though, too cunning.”

“A pet, eh? You know, I've been needing a new servant, and my daughter is getting lonely stuck in the manor all the time, I'll give you half-price.” Said the man Reel would later find out to be known as Rastov.

“Full price, and I'm being lenient with that, I know many people who would pay much, much more for him.” Said the Mage.

“Yeah, whatever, collect your money and go.”


Paige was a sweet and shy girl, about Reel's age. Even so, they rarely got along, since their engagements were usually by force. Reel spent his days tending to her, getting her what she needed, and doing what she wanted. Reel didn't get whipped, like in the mines. No, they had something special for animals, Geas Collar.

By night he wandered the grounds in his cat form, listening to things. The best was when Acterus, the wizard spent a few months at Rastov Manor. It was dark that night, when the carriage pulled up to the gate. He wore long grey-purple robes, and had an amulet that had an hexagon with a rhombus in it. He moved fast, as he entered the hall, though, he did not turn to Sammin, the butler, but to Reel. “Show me the way to your master, would you?” Acterus had said with kind eyes. The ones you can feel his love for humanity and all of the gods' creatures. His pale Grey met Reel's emerald.

Reel was shocked, but even at this point, he liked to act like a normal cat. “Meow.” he affirmed and brought him to Rastov's sitting room.

“Cat, What are you doing here?” He said very unkindly to Reel before Acterus entered, “Oh! Acterus! I did not n-know you were here!” It was the first time Rastov looked scared. Reel later found out that Rastov was terribly afraid of the arcane arts. It was just something he couldn't get his head around.

“Why, Master Rastov, this kind creature was just showing me around, weren't you... Uh, what is his name?” Acterus asked.

They just sat there for a few seconds, until Rastov turned to the cat, “Well, tell him your name.”

Reel hesitated. Big mistake, as pain shot up his neck, instantly he did what he had to do to get rid of the pain, “Reel Alairy.” The pain subsided, he almost turned to walk away, but he realized he hadn't been dismissed. He's made that mistake too many times. So, he just curled up into a little ball.

“You know why I've been sent to this town, and your hospitality is most appreciated.” Acterus said, Reel almost scoffed at the 'hospitality', but knew that would get him into trouble.

Fortunately, Rastov was on the same lines. “It was your organization and the government that gave you a stay here, not me.” He said, his fear replaced with disgust, “As such, enjoy the comforts of our home, Reel will take care of you.”

The cat looked up in amazement, he was never allowed to talk to guests, let alone serve them. This was odd.

“Well, then, Mr. Alairy,” Acterus said with formality that Reel had not heard since he got here. It kind of shocked him, “I'm a bit tired, could you show me to my Room?”

Reel nodded and at once brought the Wizard to the guest bedroom. The wizard looked around, “Perfect, you may go and do what you want, for now.”

The cat stayed in place, looking at the odd wizard. Acterus smiled. “My company is what you want? Well then...” He pulled out a small baggy. Reel noted that for a traveling wizard, he had very little baggage. But he never expected the wizard to pull out a set of scrolls, several pens, a larger (To Reel at least) book, a few smaller books, several weird trinkets that included a teapot, small counter top stove, a crystal sphere, and a mirror. Reel suspected that the wizard held much more in the bag, maybe a tent and sleeping bag. Now under torchlight, he could tell that the wizard probably hasn't had a proper room in a month or so, his face was covered in a layer of dirt, he looked tired.

“What brings you here?” Asked Reel, he knew he shouldn't've, but it came with no consequence.

The wizard just smiled, his caring gray eyes that pierced Reel's soul, but didn't really hate what they saw. “I'm here to find and stop a murderer. He's committed mass genocides across the multiverse. He's made his way to this world, and we're going to stop him. Would you please, show me your true form?”

“My true form? This is one of my true forms.” Reel's reply made the odd wizard (redundant) smile in an odd glee.

“You are quick, Mr. Alairy, tell me, do you read and write? I know most slaves aren't taught that virtue.” He says.

“I know common, and by that Halfling, but I must confess, I don't know how to write Feline.” Reel says quickly, the wizard gave a small chuckle.

“So you can talk to other cats. I assume you aren't a cat yourself, are you a Tibbit?” The wizard says.

“Hm... I've been called that once before.” He remembered the cruel Mage from before that sold him into slavery.

“You have another form, do you?” Says the wizard, his curiosity with Reel seemed strange to the cat, but the cat knew what he was getting at.

It looked as if the cat was going to stand on it's hind legs, but when it got fully upright, he turned out to be little more than a 2 foot humanoid with white cat ears and a long egg-white shirt. His clothes were designed to look cute, and he indeed could easily be labeled cute. (Just check out the avatar.)

“Hm... Yes, you sound look like a Tibbit to me. Tell me, did youtr mother have white hair as well?” Said the wizard.

“I never knew my mother.” Reel replied.

“Were you raised as a slave?” Acterus asked, his curiosity made Reel uneasy, but Reel knew he must answer the questions.

“No, I've only been a slave for two years. I lived with a family of Halflings beforehand.” Reel replied, “I still miss sitting at the edge of rivers, taunting the fish.”

“You seem like a bright young lad. Feel free to show up here whenever you want.” Arterus said.

Indeed he did. A few nights later, he approached the wizard.

“You see the person that took my family captive, he was a mage and performed unreal feats, stuff I have never seen before, and...”

“...You want me to show you how? Here, Read this.” The mage gave him a basic magic book. “It will tell you the basic runes I use. Magic is usually hard to get into, but addicting once you do, like a great novel.”

“I wouldn't know.” Reel said solemnly, he was six when taken, he was barely taught to read, and only could do it because he eavesdropped on the older kids and because he listened and helped Paige during her lessons.

“Magic is a strange force, some people feel that they can summon it up only when they are angry, others claim they need intense focus and stillness for them to function. I think it's a mixture. Use emotion to summon up the energy, then use concentration to focus the energy into form.” He looks at his hand, and a small flame appears. He lights the small stove with it and puts it out. “See, I want you to rest for 8 hours, and then meditate on those symbols when you wake up tomorrow.”

“Right.” Reel didn't cast magic the next day, or the one after, but he did get a small spell within a week, and that's almost unheard of amongst wizards. With the next few weeks, he found himself hanging with Acterus more and more over the next few weeks, and he was able to cast more and more spells, he even practiced in his animal form, just so he could get a feel for that.

He loved practicing magic, but he was a slave, so he had to keep his activities a secret. By the time he was nine, he was accepted into the wizarding community, unfortunately, that's when Acterus had to leave, it seems that the murderer was on the move again, and the evidence was gathered completely from this place.

He left without a goodbye to Reel. It hurt Reel, made him feel worthless again.

He was fifteen, and managed to keep up his practice of magic by taking books from the Town on the times he and Paige could make it, it was at this time he received a message.

A messenger showed up at Rastov Manor, he requested to speak to Reel. Master Rastov looked shocked, “What would you want with my slave?”

“I have urgent business with the organization,” Said the messenger, how did not look like someone who would normally be a messenger, he was tall, really buff, wore an apron and had a hammer strapped to his belt.

“Well, you can tell me.” Said Master Rastov, who was becoming continually vexed at the messenger's unwillingness to cooperate with him.

“If you could, it will be but a minute, it has to do with his connection to Acterus, just a small talk.” Said the messenger, he was big and buff, but he had a gentle look upon his face. He was not someone you'd want to fight, either because he seemed so friendly, or because he looked so strong.

Neither seemed to phase Master Rastov, for he was a man who thought himself invincible, and did not care for other's gentle nature. “I told you, you may not see my slave, if it has to be said, it will be said to me.” And his arrogance would not permit him to let some slave seem more important than he.

“By the order of the Organization, and the government, as well as the gods themselves, I must see that Tibbit!” The messenger demanded powerfully. So powerfully that it made Rastov remember that he was still mortal.

“V-very well, Reel! Get in here!” He called out, and the little boy entered the room.

The messenger waited for Rastov to leave, then for him to stop listening at the door. “Here you go. He left everything to you.” He handed the small bag to Reel.

“Wait, what?” Reel asked, confused. The messenger merely steered at him. Then he drew out Acterus' Amulet, the Hexagon and Rhombus, and placed it around Reel's neck. Now he could see it looked kind of like an eye, with six rubies in the rhombus. ((In case you haven't got it, it's the Rubus Oculus. Rex isn't the only one who prizes it's power, and though he's the only one with a natural one.))

“Everything you need is in that bag. The bag is Acterus' and he entrusts you with it.” The messenger said and Reel understood what he meant, Rastov couldn't demand it from him since it wasn't his to give, it would be considered theft, which is against the collar. But it didn't stop Reel from looking into the bag. The first thing he found was a letter.

Mr. Alairy

If you are reading this, I am dead. Most likely by his hands. I always loved you like a son, it was for this that I sought to purchase you, but your Master would not budge, and demanded I leave the manor, accusing me of sick things.

I'm entrusting you to keep my work and death from being in vain, there is a man, the man that brought about my death, that goes by “Rex Idiotarum.” I managed to get the collar on his neck which should keep him tame. I want you to make sure that collar does not come off, for when it does, all hell will break loose.

In the bag is my spellbook, and it holds quite a collection of spells, enjoy it. I have also made you an official Organization member with the protection of Rex as your personal service. Your Master won't understand at first, but he will be forced to let you go. Don't give up the dream, one day, you will be free.
Until that day, I will wait,
Acterus Mainfilled

With this, Reel sobbed, and the messenger comforted him. “He is in a better place now, he refused my resurrections in turn for the letter. He cared for you, and it was only through his death that he could get you freed.

Tears ran down Reel's cheeks, “S-stupid fool... he should've known that.... I would rather have him alive than my freedom...”

It fades away like a dream from there. Reel, over the next two weeks is let out of the house, but not freed, He met up with the messenger again, who was actually a Cleric named Heath Rippy. Heath offered him a room to stay, but reel turned it down He was free from that now. He knew that if he preformed a great service for the government, he would be free, and here was his chance. He Tracked down Rex to a large city known as the Town. It was odd, but reel had the feeling he met this person before it rose a hatred from him that he had never felt before. He knew who Rex Idiotarum was, this was the man who was constantly a negative force on his life, this was the man who attacked his mother, driving her to leave her kid with strangers while she could distract him long enough, this was the man that caught and sold him into slavery, this was the man that killed his best friend, the only father figure reel had ever known. And yet, his loyalties held stronger than his rage. Rex Idiotarum will live, for now...

[Emperor Ing]

NAME: Iredeptecan (aka the cloaked man)
RACE: Golden Dragon
CLASS: Rogue: 10, Archassassin: 35
GENDER: Male
AGE: lost track at 3200, in human form, will say 32 years old
WEAPON: Enchanted Brass Shortsword, Laser-Blasting eyes.
ALIGNMENT AND TEMPEREMENT: Chaotic Good, definitely a shady character, Iredep is a very close-minded person, very manipulative, but tends to think everything is funny.
EQUIPMENT: Shades, black hat, large black cloak
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can shoot lasers from his eyes somehow. And in dragon form, can shoot a powerful red beam as a breath attack.

BACKSTORY: Unknown
NOTES: Can transform to and from a dragon. He can in fact, also change size as a dragon.
ONGOING STORYLINE: He has a mysterious portal in his home in the mountains that he wants help with.

[Metis]

Name: Mortessa
Race: Gray Elf
Age: 325
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Dread Necromancer / Death Delver

Equipment: Mortessa frequently carries a small, leatherbound journal that never runs out of pages, and seemingly writes down anything she mentally directs it to write. She also carries her silver dagger, and a small bone wand.

Backstory: Mortessa never knew her family, and was instead raised in a human home. They never commented on her elven heritage, and never really cared that she was different from the rest of them at all.
She took a lot from that, and enjoyed her family, but still desired to find out who her real parents were. Assuming them dead in a raid, or by some other disaster (due to the circumstances she was taken in) she practiced necromancy at a nearby magic school to try and track their souls into the after life. However, she never found them, getting sidetracked and finally deciding that they could rest in peace, her curiosity was not great enough to call them back with her magics.
Fascinated by what she had learned, she delved more and more, finally coming to the point where she could achieve lichdom. At the last minute, she decided it was too dangerous and costly and withdrew from the process, but it left a mark on her. To prevent her death from the aborted lichdom, she worked many untested necromantic experiments on herself, bringing her to a state that is partially dead, partially alive, and unable to die completely. Currently she is looking for a cure to her condition, to bring her fully back to life.

Notes:
-Though it isn't common knowledge at all, Mortessa prefers the "company" of undead to the living. She's rather ashamed of that, however.


Draco
Race: Skeletal Dragon
Alignment: True Neutral
Class: Fight

Equipment: Nothing note.

Backstory: Draco was created by Mortessa to serve as a personal servant and bodyguard. He was crafted from the skeletons of two boar, a white dragon, a deer, and a bull.

Description (in lieu of an avatar): Draco is fairly large (Large or perhaps Huge in DnD terms), and is mainly dragon in shape. There are, however, some major differences.
The most easily noticed difference will be Draco's two heads. They are both dragon in nature, but have a sort of double-layered effect that gives him a helm of sorts. Each head has elongated boar tusks, and large bull horns.
He also has six legs, and all of them appear to be the same, each being a slightly thickened dragon leg. Furthermore, ribs from the various corpses have been place along his spine, his ribs, his wings, and tail, and sharpened into spikes.
He also tends to disguise himself in the form of a human.

Notes: Draco has two weapons besides his natural weapons. He has an attack similar to a lich's negative energy touch, and a breath weapon that essentially the same thing.
The one difference is that the negative energy does not harm the subject, but drains them of energy until they are too exhausted to do anything harmful, even perhaps rendering them unconscious.

[bloodluster]

Name: bloodluster
Class:barbarian 20/blackgaurd 10
Alingment:CE is not really the stereotype, and will protect those he sees as his friend. He is infact insane, and speaks in a broken common. Is really stupid.
Age:1'000 years
special abilieas: he seems to be immortal, and seems to able to fire bolts of negative energy out of his mouth.
Equipment:unholy dwarven axe, hide armor, cape, 50 unholy throwing axes.
Background:Is infact part of a group called hell's nomads, who are a bunch of dwarven barbarians that sold there sanity for immortality and power, these nomads live with demons, and very often produce half-fiend, half-dwarf barbarians. this group is very secretive and nobody knows about it.
General knowledge
+He has dark powers
+the corruption of evil turned him insane
+He can't die
Notes:Is currently running from a demon bent on returning him to the Tribe where he came from

[LordVader]

((Note: This PC is also based on HoMM 3, specifically, an expansion town called the Elemental Conflux. Linkies in character description))
Kaleth
Race: Magic Elemental
Age: Unknown, but old.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Magic Elemental

Equipment: An assortment of magical items, some for learning, some for combat. He has no need for a weapon, as he attacks with magical energy in combat, even when not using spells.

Backstory: He has studied magic as long as he has been alive, and served the Elemental Confluxes for most of that time. He is a veteran of the Restoration Wars, and was with the Confluxes when they aided the Erathians in defeating the Kreegans before they could use Armageddon's Blade. He has an innate ability to summon elementals
These are the creatures that serve him. The stats don't matter, the pictures are for reference. Pixies are weakest, Phoenix is strongest, the four basic elemental types are same power level, more or less, and the upgrades slightly stronger then the base elementals.

[banjo1985]

Character – Stylian Roarke
Race – Tiefling
Class – Rogue 4/ Ranger 3/ Cleric 3



Description
A slim, slightly shifty looking man in his early 20’s walks into town. His black hair is partially controlled by a thin strip of red bandana and hangs straight down to the shoulders of a long tan trenchcoat that covers most of his body. It’s well worn and tattered around the edges, the man has its collar up around his face, either for affectation or to cover some of his features. The coat is undone and show dark blue leather armour and black britches underneath. Hanging around his neck is a mace-like symbol on a platinum chain. Tough looking worn travelling boots bring up puffs of dust from the ground as he walks through the main gate. A longbow and quiver of arrows of various shapes and sizes are strapped across his back, and a long blue scabbard hangs against his left hip. The mans face is troubling to look at. His expression is hard and unkind, but not outright aggressive, but the sharp angles of his nose and cheeks make him look even less approachable. It’s while looking at his face that you realise he’s not entirely human; his eyes are clear and brown, but seem to glow with red right at the centre, and his upper canine teeth are slightly elongated.

Personality
Curious, you ask people about the man who just walked into town’ “what is he like?” Those who have spoke with him have little to elaborate. The man was quiet and softly spoken, a little at odds with his face and demeanour, and spoke only when directly approached, without a hint of an accent. They got the feeling that he had his mind set on something, though he never said what. While he was never outright aggressive or insulting, they say that within seconds of starting conversation they got the feeling that they were getting in the way and that the man would have preferred them not to be there at all. He said very little about himself and left without a word of goodbye at the first opportunity. An enigma, this man must have a history of some note…

Background
In the tavern that night you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn, and the man that came into town earlier that day is standing behind you, his face set in an amused smirk, but his eyes burn red with what you swear is well concealed anger.
“I hear you’ve been asking me and my past. Believe me friend, it is nothing you want to get involved in. So you still remain curious? Very well. I come from Bludwere, a hamlet in the frontier lands of wilderness far to the north. There my mother was raped by a demon, and thus I entered this cursed existence in which I find myself. She died and I came here, a trek which took many months. Bludwere is under a curse, I have vowed to break it, it is for that reason that I am here. You want more details? Tough, it is none of you’re concern. I’m not here for anyone’s sympathy, and definitely not for anyone’s friendship. I am here for myself and for Bludwere.

[Dunavar]

Name: Derovan
Race: Unknown
Class: Level 20 Sorcerer, Level 20 Ranger
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (fights with whoever he feels like)
Appearance: Black hair, shoulder length, Tan skin, Green eyes, Clean shaved Dark green pants/shirt, Black leather armor,(boots, chest piece, gloves,belt), Green gray mottled cloak, Dark black composite short bow, quiver with arrows (infinite as the quiver is magical, it produces another arrow for every one you use. The bow also ensures that the arrow always hits its target, has been known to generate fire arrows occasionally on Derovan's command.) Black bladed long sword, sheathed at his side(ice enchanted.) He also has a Technology defying ring. Nothing that has anything to do with technology affects him, including blast, burns, saber cuts etc.
Background: Unknown. Those who ask about it usually die.

[ufo]

Name: Unidentifi Flyink Oh (a.k.a. Ufoh)
Race: Mechanical/AI
Class: Buh?
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Good. Ufoh is quite friendly, but tends not to abide a law if it seems illogical.
Age: 60
Height: N/A
Weight: N/A
Hair colour and length: N/A
Eye colour: Large yellow-ish glowing

Ufoh is a floating disc, circa 1 metre in diametre and about 30 centimetres thick. In the middle of the disc is a small round extension, as a hilltop, which functions as his head. In the 'head', two large glowing eyes sit. Ufoh's mouth is almost invisible when closed because of it's grey outline. Ufoh is mainly black, with grey sections. Ufoh has many a fact at hand, and is able to answer many a scientific question.

Ufoh can extend robotic tentacles from various openings in his body, which can transform into various useful and useless tools.

[Backstory]

Ufoh was developed as an artifical intelligence project is a lab far away. When the lab had no more funds to continue the project, Ufoh was allowed loose, and with many tears, he departed from his family/developers and went on adventure.

[Common Knowledge]
Beknowst to many, Ufoh is quite intelligent, but due to unfinished development, his reactions are not the best, and when his battery runs on reserve while recharging, he tends to loose much of his personality.

It is also commonly known that Ufoh has a like for brownies, but a quite bad phobia for monkeys.

[fatninjacow]

name: Nas Belain
class psionist/Illusionist
race:half-elf
align:neutral
appearance: white robe/shirt with white pant's,a slingshot in his right pocket,30 stone's in left pocket,dagger, hidden robe's
personality:nice friendly, a bit (alot) childish
story: got hit on the head alot to many time's,through strangely he has advanced psionic and illusionary power's still,obsesed with animal's that act funny or look funny

name:Torvus Belain
class:wizard/archmage
race:half-elf,Were-Tiger
align:neutral
appearance: tattered wizard's robe's and tattered cloak w/hood,a white oak staff with magic design's and rune's on it,he carries a sword on his right hip

personality:friendly like his brother except he has his sanity,will avoid fight's if it can be helped

Story:He and his brother both trained in the art's of magic,Nas perfered illusion's, while Torvus dabbled in all type's. After their training in magic they both went their seperate way's,Torvus learned how to protect him self with the sword and tried to become a wizard under the Elfen Archmage's but was rejected because of his half-blood.He decided that going out and becoming a great adventurer might make him a candiddate as an archmage he sucedded, and became the greatest of the elfen archmage's.After several year's he was called to defend a town that was under attack but when he arrived a
lycanthrope bit him and at the next full moon he became a Were-Tiger!
The elf's banished him and his own family shunned him.(except Nas who is still in good relation with Torvus)During his banishment he wandered around all the town's that he went to eventually sent him off,so he has enterede The Town hoping to not be banished like he alway's is.

[blackout]

Name: Jimmy Pybald

Age: 14

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Race: Human

Personality: Zany, and wierd, but he tends to be a little more serious in a combat situation.

Appearance: Short, with black hair, and a finger missing on his right hand. His pinky, to be exact.

Backstory: Jimmy comes from an Earth that is post-World War Three. The nations of the world have officially come apart, and there are really very few career choices for people, the majority of which are centered around fighting. Bandits prey on civilian settlements, and mercenaries and militia typically have to fight said bandits. Magic and psionics have reappeared in his world, and, while minor and rare, it exists. Think a cross between Fallout, Road Warrior, Mechwarrior, Shadowrun, and Auto Assault. Jimmy is a mercenary from said world, and, while young, has been traveling the world fighting bandits, and stealing their weapons, right off their tanks and walkers, and armed cars. He likes his job. Walkers are expensive compared to tanks, motorcycles, and so on. Jimmy's was very expensive, being the only prototype for a future design. It has a special type of nanobot that attaches any weapon systems ripped off of another vehicle or walker to itself, making Jimmy's walker highly customizable.

Jimmy speaks in Sandy Brown.


Name: AWTCAEP(Advanced Walker Tactical Computer And Emergency Pilot), nicknamed 'Phil.'

Age: 3

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Race: Artificial Intelligence/Combat Walker

Personality: Analytical, yet moderately psychotic. He likes to come up with new ways to kill meatbags, and regularly wonders about the meaning of life.

Appearance: External appearance is that of a large combat walker, with big metal hands. The external appearance will change regularly as the combat walker rips off new parts from other vehicles. The internal appearance is the cockpit of said walker.

Backstory: ATAFC was a tactical computer who got a virus that gave him a personality. He was eventually downloaded into the prototype walker that Jimmy pilots. Phil often relies on his tactical computer to help him plot out battles in advance. Phil considers a 'meatbag' like Jimmy 'not too bad.'

Phil speaks in Purple.

(End wall of text.)

[Katonta]

Stats and Descriptions
Tyl Flo

Age:23

Alignment:Lawful Good

Race:Human

Class: Around level 8 Paladin, 1-2 Wizard

Tyl's mount is a Heavy Warhorse named Coco, she is chocolate brown and has pure white hair. Tyl and Coco's emotions are partially connected, so if one is feeling a lot of joy, than the other is feeling a lot of the same joy. This usually causes problems when one is feeling love, or hate.

Personality:Tyl is a Good Guy, he loves to laugh and joke, but does have a serious side to him. He is not afraid to protect even the lowest Commoner, even if it meant possibly dying for said Commoner.

Appearance:Tyl has nice, short brown hair the color of bark that he usually keeps tidy as much as possible. He wears a set of deep blue plate mail and has a matching scabbard on his back. In the scabbard is a blue-handled short sword that looks worn like a hand-me-down, as does everything else he's wearing. His height is around 5'11" and his eye color is the same color blue as his armor. He is usually seen with a small, lip-only smile on his face. His "wet behind the ears" look is gone now having quite a bit of experience under his belt.

Light Tyl is a smallish ball of light that can move at near-light speeds. He is usually incorporeal, but can turn corporeal by condensing himself to make various objects. He has mastered making a body out of this light due to an enigma and thanks to a diadem from Draken. He also has the ability to go inside people's minds via their eyes and can also show people memories of his past, near or far, through what he would see and the other senses, though not thought. Because of he is light, and light is always moving at fast speeds, Tyl sometimes has a hard time controlling where he goes. He also, unwillingly and uncontrollably, enters everyone's eyes for near instantaneous periods of time, learning a short history about them and their name. Though he considers this impolite and does not like to use this knowledge, preferring to let others tell him his name, even though he already knows it.

Backstory:Tyl is a new paladin, fresh out of his temple back in his hometown. When he was a boy, he was always the group protector, the kid all the boys would run to when a bully was being especially mean. As he grew older, he eventually joined the local temple, seeking to be a paladin and never regretted it, although he does miss all his friends back in his hometown.

Common Knowledge:Tyl is a Paladin, he has grown considerably since he was released from his temple. He was a member of the Police Force before it was destroyed. He is in a wheelchair.

Ongoing Story: Tyl has just recently joined the Police Force and, unknown to his newly found friends, had been having some troubles as a Paladin. But thanks to Lillith, a Succubus/something I can't spell no less who also works on the Force, Tyl is finding newfound confidence in himself and in his cause. Tyl ran away from Lillith while they were at a private lake in search of eternal life so that Lillith might choose him over Moose. Because of the way he left, though, an across Town search went out for him and he was later discovered about to achieve said Eternal Life with the help of Mortessa. He was dissuaded from the idea by Lillith after she said to him that she had already given her heart to someone else. Tyl is currently a little down in the dumps because of said incident and has decided that if he can't have Lillith's heart, than he can try his hardest to be the best friend Lillith has ever had. He still secretly wishes that something bad would happen to Moose so that he could have a chance again. Although he blames this feeling on the anger and hate that Coco feels for Moose. Tyl, finding that Lillith is getting married to Moose, decides to not take revenge on him and instead support Lillith in her decision. To him, nothing would make him happier than to see Lillith happy. Well, there is one thing, but he doesn't like to talk about it. After losing most of his memory, Tyl stormed over to Moose's plane to go "rescue" her. After he gets there, he is turned back into a human by Lillith after a failed attempt by Draken. Moose, Lillith, and Draken enter his mindscape and fix it by getting everyone there to work together. They also meet Alina, his wife, for the first time who is deformed from Tyl's shame of not being able to save her from a bomb that killed her and their house. After wandering around Moose's plane a bit, Tyl gets his head bonked severely while falling down an elevator shaft, causing a concussion and late-acting paralyzation of his legs and gaining a speech impediment. The impediment is fixed when Draken gives him a diadem of intelligence, putting his already high intelligence into the Epic range. He gets back to Town and Draken gives him a wheelchair so that he can get around easier. Draken also apprentices Tyl. His wife, Alina also gets Resurrected by Draken. A little bit after the Police falls, he decides to start an organization that tries to help people. Though it isn't public yet as he has no members, he is looking around for people he feels would be willing. He has full control over turning himself into a ball of light and back and is now much smarter, but is still in a wheelchair.

Notes: Tyl talks/thinks in This Color.



Coco

Race: Horse

Gender: Female

Class: Tyl's mount

Coco is Tyl's old childhood friend back before Tyl became a paladin. Although she died of old age when Tyl was 15 and her death was one of the nudges Tyl needed to decide to become a Paladin. Coco is a chocolate brown horse with pure white hair. She can speak telepathically with those who have eaten an apple that she conjures, though it can sometimes take a while for the effects to be noticeable. These telepathic links are one-way, meaning if two people eat one of her apples', they cannot talk to each other telepathically. Although she can talk to them from anywhere, she sometimes has a a harder time getting messages through from the Celestial Plane, where she lives. Coco is able to understand surface thoughts, but not all of them.

Personality: Coco is very strong willed and tries to do what's best for Tyl. Although that can sometimes lead to awkward moments if Coco gets out of hand. She is quite outgoing and usually will say things that Tyl won't, although there are some things Coco won't say because she feels that Tyl has to say them in his own time.

Currently, Coco can speak telepathically with both Lillith and Tyl, though she thinks Lillith is more fun than Tyl sometimes. She can also speak telepathically with E, Mortessa, and Moose. Although Moose was just so that she can threaten him because of remarks said to her when Tyl went missing.

Coco's anger to Moose will likely never extinguish, unless Moose does something drastic, like give Lillith to Tyl, than she will be always angry at him. One of Coco's lifetime goals is to gut Moose and spread his remains across the Town. Although this may never happen, a horse can wish.



Coco thinks to people in this color
Coco is, as of now, out of commission and will likely never return.



Sylvia Hartsing

Age 24

Alignment Neutral Good

Race Human

Class: "Cleric" But not really

Sylvia Hartsing is quite the beautiful woman. Her almost anime eyes and her soft face trigger ancient feelings in men, feelings that say "Boy she is more beautiful than anything else in the world." Her usual clothes are a white dress, cut squarely at the neck with a rope belt around her waist. The dress is made so that it is modest. Though not even the modesty of the dress can keep her breasts from being rebellious and standing out (Note: I said standing out, not hanging out). On the rope belt is a plain, silver dagger, nothing special about that. Her hair reaches down to her lower back and is a soft, straight, and golden in color. She walks nobly, with her head held high and her face calm, as if she is used to being treated with respect.

She is a Confessor from the "Sword of Truth" series, but not just any Confessor, she is a Mother Confessor. Her power is the strongest of all the other Confessors, only needing to recharge for about 7 hours before it could be used again. Her power is the power of love. With a touch, she can add to anyone's love, no matter how small, and add to it so that said person is changed forever. Turned from a free-willed individual, to someone who only lives to please Sylvia. It cannot be changed, or broken, except by a very powerful Wish or Miracle. She can restrain this power and keep it under her control. She also has the power of the Con Dar, a power that is called up in defense of a loved one and after that, can only be called up in defense of said person. When she enters the Con Dar, she paints brown lightning bolts on her face as a warning to the innocent to stay out of her way and as a warning to her enemies that they were going to die. Though she hasn't used it yet. Also, after the Con Dar has been used, she can call up a blue lightning to defend the person that the Con Dar was used in defense of. It absorbs magic and is extremely painful if felt.

She speaks in this color.

Here is a helpful link to Wikipedia, explaining Confessors

Tyl Flo

He is wearing full plate armor, helmet included, that is midnight blue and it is decorated with many symbols and drawings of the color black. It is also made of Adamantium, for those who can tell through the runes. His helmet covers his entire head, with slits in the front so he can see. A midnight blue handle leading into a same-colored scabbard seen strapped to his back. More black-colored drawings and symbols cover the scabbard. For his voice, think almost Darth Vader, but without the electronics interrupting his speech every so often. He is about 5'10" tall and around 170 lbs, most, if not all, is muscle.

Common Knowledge: No

Alignment: Lawful Evil

He speaks in this color.

[Omega]

Stats and Description

Name: Omega
Race: Cyborg
Class: Fighter 10
Alignment: Neutral Good, but at times act Chaotic Good. He treats other with respect, either good or evil.
Age: Looks 21
Height: 6’ 0” (not a fan of the metric system)
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Brown, but wears Black Shades
Weapons: "Your looking at it."

Backstory
Being that he is a Cyborg, he doesn't generally talk about his history.
He was created as a machine used back to the army to destroy their enemies without flaw...so they thought. He is perfectly well-rounded; super human strength, speed, stamina, durability, intellect, durability and reflexes. His hands has the ability to transform, himself or his hands, into anything he can think of. Omega has spent year thinking of new weapons to generate and use. Following the development of his regular weaponry(basic weapon knowledge) and he proceeded to master more weaponry; including alien tech and weaponry into a whole unique weapon system. After he "left" from his planet's army's grasp, he felt that he should be using his powers for something actually good. With the power he gained and the money he obtain. Omega decided to wipe out the army of his planet(Pixel Planet) and re-build it with well respect people of the planet. His plan worked and he has left his planet searching for another called Earth, to start a new life. There, to start a life of adventuring as a way of life.

Common Knowledge
-His armor is basic, but yet strong, crafted with titanium alloy.
-Omega is fond of battling, battles, food/drinks and/if presented women.
-He is loyal to friends, shows hatred to his enemies and yet keeps a balanced head.

Notes
He has a weaponry that is state of the art, deadly and generates at a high-rate. Just encase he doesn't want to use his weapons his regular abilities do the job as well.

-Omega is a true warrior. In battles he keeps a level headed and doesn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. Even when in allied battles he still treats his friends with respect. As well speaks in a clear voice.

-He his a different person when and out of combat. In combat he is, as mentioned before, level headed. Out of combat he is one of the most respectful person you'll ever meet.

Descriptive Text
Walking down the streets, walks a cyborg. Not like many, this one is not mean and not evil. He is a cyborg geared up in basic titanium alloy armor. His eyes are a tea-brown related color, but protected by black shades. His young for a 21 year old, cyborg, than one might expect. With no facial hair and a bald head, it help him move across the earth while running. He glows with an aura of gentleness and confidence and carefully used weaponry at his uses. He truly is a basic looking cyborg, with a powerful weaponry.

Ongoing Storyline
*Member of ABR II (Avatar Battle Royale II)* ^.^

[BRC]

Name: S/RC IV (Scout/Reporting construct four, goes by SR)
Race: Construct
Alignment: True Neutral
Description: Made out of an unidentifiable alloy and with a beaked head, he also has sharp claws and the symbol of the artificer that created him on his lower arms.
Backstory: Designed by a skilled artificer as an intelligent construct, SR's original purpose was to gather information on current events for the artificer. After S/RC I and S/RC II were destroyed in the feild the artificer added significant combat abilities. After S/RC III came back heavily damaged, and with a very angry village militia in tow, from engaging anything it percieved as a threat the artificer went the final step and gave true intelligence to S/RC IV, so that it could judge situations and act approprietally. The artificer died soon afterwards from an illness, S/RC IV left with what money it found, and headed towrds the town.
Combat Capabilities: SR will not attack unless attacked first, to prevent another incident like the one that caused S/RC III to be dismantled. However, if he is attacked, or is sure that somebody is going to attack him, or if he see's somebody who requires aid, or if non-violent solutions have faild he will attack.His claws can channel electricity. He will activate them and attempt to incapacitate his foes. His refleces are much faster than the average human, and his strength is higher as well.
Current Story Arcs: None

[blademaster42]

Darth Sheezu
... What?... Stop staring at my midsection.... That's it!
Descripton: Sheezu is a stunningly beautiful young woman from the Star Wars dimension thing. she is 5'11 and has a slim, curvy figure. she has neon pink hair that goes down to the mid back, and it never seems to get in her face while she is fighting. she also has neon pink eyes.
Str 14
Dex 17
Int 16
Wis 12
Con 11
Cha 19
Lawful neutral. Sheezu has very little patience with idiots. Her beautiful face rarely holds a smile, and her eyes are almost always filled with disinterest. she'd be a real looker if she weren't so grumpy. In fact, she is anyway. speaks in magenta text. I couldn't find a pink.

Equipment: Proud owner of two pink lightsabers, a dark cloak that has several tears in it now, and some black clothes she wears under the cloak. She also had a pink Flare S Swoop, but it was totaled.

Backstory: Several years after episode 6, new Sith began to arise. One of these, was Sheezu. she was taken in at an early age, and has absolutely no understanding of the birds and the bees. Could probably care less. Got here completely by accident due to a virus in her ships internal computer that redirected a hyperspace jump.

Common knowledge about Sheezu: Not much yet, she only just got here, and never was a prominent Sith anyway. Enjoys the Haley's liquer of Trog's.

Notes: Hitting on Sheezu will result either in a blank stare, or in lost limbs.

Ongoing story: Recently underwent a major alignment shift. Was kind of sort of Lanno's more-than-friend. Was once influenced by Va'al to like Iko. A lot. this was lifted, but somewhere inside, she still likes Iko. Not to his degree, but she does. No longer with Lanno, probably permanently.

[QueenOfMemnoch]

"I'm...dark."
Deceased

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Hitomi
Name: Hitomi Sanoyuki
Race: Vampire/succubus, going off old mythology that states the two are actually quite similar, which they are. One sucks souls through seduction, the other blood...often through seduction.
Age: Very, very old.Like, the dirt under her feet is younger. However, she looks, and often acts, like a seventeen year old girl.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Description: With the smooth body of a curvy teenager, Hitomi is quite beautiful. Not the most beautiful woman to grace existance, but satisfactory. Her wide ocean-blue eyes often convey mischevious joy, but, when one looks when she isn't aware, something darker resides in her eyes. Melancholy, wrath, blood lust...one can never tell. Her hair, a vibrant shade of bright green, falls to the middle of her back, spilling over the black leathery batwings protruding from her shoulder blades. Horns that curve down from her head are the same onyx color, only with a shiny surface, giving the imagery of a smooth surface. Under her left eye is a black triangle tattoo, and her right arm has a symbol, unknown in origins, tattooed also in black. Her skin is a pale milky-white, almost translucent, and can seem to glow in moonlight. Often, Hitomi can be spotted in showy clothes that accentuate her figure and are usually unappropriate for the situations she gets herself into.
Weapons: A sickle, the wood worn through ages of use and the silver blade tainted a permanent pink. Undecipherable characters are etched into the wood.
Everything else I'm combining into one: Recently awoken from a ten thousand year sleep in her crypt under the police station by a leaky toilet, Hitomi is undergoing a bit of culture shock and adapting to the world around her. Nothing is as she left it, nothing familiar. She stumbled upon a clan of vampires, a name new to her. They weren't old, not nearly ones who could relate to her, but they were kin. Finding the leader, Hitomi fell prey to her fondness for beautiful women, and said a few choice words that offended the head woman, leading to a hostile encounter. The bodies and blood she claimed marked her as a criminal, and so she found herself faced with a choice- play good little girl and feed from donors or find herself trapped again, this time in something much less comfortable than a crypt. As such, Hitomi is holding back on her more malicious nature to blend into society.
Emotional and selfish, Hitomi is motivated only by what benefits her and, so, it could be said she is easily manipulated. Often, she responds to situations childishly, but she does have moments of pure genius...spread rather thin over time.
For an unknown reason (eventually to be revealed in plot), Hitomi is completely phobic of magic. Phobic in the sense that she hates it and is somewhat irrationally afraid of it to the point of screaming nonsensical things when it is used around her...depending on the degree and nature.
Currently has a blood donor in Mortessa and can now go out into the sunlight due to the 'divine' blood she drank from Rex after being attacked by the clan of vampires she offended.
Hitomi is now the unwilling 'owner' of Rex, due to the Geas-collar Reel put on him, binding him to her
Liran calls her 'Memmy', and also Rex her father, which irritates Hitomi. She is hiding the pain she feels from Mortessa's departure, as the two were in a romantic relationship, and is developing a severe case of depression.
Undergoing a alignment change to true Neutral and is currently trying out a relationship with a man, Alexander Marelton (Admiral_Kelly), who she ironically hated beforehand.
Commited Suicide due to the inability to love or cope with such an inability.
Talks in this color.

"Leave Temptation to Wisdom, Idiotarum."

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Tobit
Name: Tobit Westcrex Ophania
Race: Unknown.
Class: Unknown
Age: Unknown. However, he is hinted he's atleast as old as Hitomi. And that's old.
Alignment: Lawful Good/ Chaotic Neutral
Description: Because there is no avatar... depending on his gender (woot! Another Gender-bender!), Tobit is either a thin, lanky male or a curvy woman. And, even when he is male, he has a few subtle curves to his body. Long blue hair is pulled messily into a bun, a few stray strands falling into his emerald eyes, glistening due to the small spectacles he wears. His face is feminine in either gender and his skin is softly tanned. There seem to be no other notable features about him, and this itself is notable. He looks almost unfinished in his skin, perfect and imperfect.
Weapons: A wooden stave, dark with years of use. Inlaid into it are undecipherable silver characters, runes, whatever.
Persona/Backstory/Common Knowledge: Split personality. For the most of the time, Tobit is sweet, kind, bashful and shy. Get an undead around him and he's insane, a cold, ruthless killer without regards to the means of getting what he came for. In that regard, Tobit's fighting skills are mostly useless and ineffective against anyone that is not undead, and so he avoids confrontations the best he can.
A religious fanatic, Tobit worships all gods/deities that are good, just, and honorable and often encourages others to do the same, although, his usual personality just subtly hints at it, much too submissive to force anything on anybody.
In his 'good' personality, Tobit does not drink, curse, kill, sin. The 'bad' side of him does not drink, curse, sin besides causing the death of undead. He considers himself pristine, and claims to be work of the Gods themselves.
No one has an idea of where he came from or why he's currently in Town, although he seems to have made Hitomi his target, stating he has been searching after her for years. Hitomi, when confronted with him, seems to lose all sense, giving the idea Tobit is something of a boogeyman for vampires, and, since Hitomi has only recently awoken, it is apparent he's been around since Hitomi ruled over the vampires- atleast ten thousand years.
Used the epithet 'Wisdom' in reference to himself and 'Temptation' for Hitomi.
Talks in this color.

"I'm whoever you want me to be..."

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Name: Lorelai Caine
Race: Catgirl
Age: Unknown.
Alignment Neutral Good
Description: Lorelai's facial features are exactly the same as Hitomi's, right down to the triangular tattoo under the left eye, with the exception of the slitted feline pupils in the sapphire eyes. Also, instead of horns and wings, Lorelai has fuzzy black ears and a tail, which has a pink ribbon tied on with two bells which jingle quite often.More curvy than Hitomi, Lorelai tops out at five feet even in height and is often found wearing make-up.
Weapons: None
Persona/Backstory/Common Knowledge: A lover rather than a fighter, Lorelai hates violence in any form and will often try to end any fights she sees. As for being a lover, Lorelai does what she does very well and very passionately, and nobody is safe from her. However, she is very submissive and will not progress past intense flirting without encouragement.
Has an intense love of children, animals, and pretty clothe.
Tobit uses the epithet "Lust" in reference to her
Talks in this color.

"Oh, I just hate it when things don't go my way!"

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Name: Nicole
Race: ..human?
Class: Fangirl
Age: 18
Alignment: True Neutral
Description: A relatively pretty brunette with hazel eyes and round glasses. Her body has recently shown evidence of her Army Physical Training and has boosted her ego to some degree. Short and rather irritable about it, Nicole's clothing style changes on whim.
Weapons: None.
Persona/Backstory/Common Knowledge: Hitomi's player, usually only seen when Curtis is getting out of hand. However, she often is heard ominously wherever Hitomi is,and, when she appears, its almost certain she's procrastinating. Bad, bad Nicole. Uses cuddling and snuggling as a form of punishments for most people. Nicole has a fascination with undead, and a love for most varieties. Fangirls frequently over:

• Tonberrys
• Aesa
• Romance
• Vincent Valentine
• Admiral_Kelly
• Vael and SotS
• Tea
• Caramel
• Master Chief
• Plushies

((Not a complete list))
Talks in this color.

Siren

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Name: Siren
Race:Artificial Construct
Class: "Smart" Artificial Intelligence
Alignment: Neutral Good
Description: Doesn't quite have a physical form, but appears in a holographic form as a curvy woman with a skin hue that changes from red to light pink, depending on her mood.
Weapons: None.
Persona/Backstory/Common Knowledge: The term "smart" means that, according to the Halo novels, her creative matrix is allowed to continually expand, unlike "dumb" AIs, which have a limited matrix. This grants her the ability to learn and adapt beyond her basic parameters, but at the cost of a limited "lifespan" of only seven years, at the end of which she will literally "think herself to death".- Taken from Cortana's Wikipedia page
Siren is the Artificial Intelligence unit assigned to SPARTAN 587 (played by blackout), and just appeared one day inside his HUD (heads-up display, for those who don't know). Ditsy and naive, she seems the opposite of the more famous 'smart' AI's(Cortana), and for good reasoning- she seems quite inadequate when compared. Occasionally flirts with 587, although it is unknown whether this is serious, or just to grate his nerves, which seems to be a preferred past time of hers.
Siren was being reconstructed after her 'death' when SPARTAN 587's ship Spire of Quebec disappeared and crash landed somewhere on the plant of the Town.

Still needed:
-Belith and Mithart
-"Laeren"/Psalm

((All a Work in Progress))

[LordVader]

((Might want to add that that's her crypt under the Police Station.))

[Xssar]

Current Characters:


Name: Xssar
Race: Half Giant
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Barbarian
Speech: Peru (#CD853F)

Appearance: A looming figure casts his shadow over you. Standing a good eight feet tall, with a muscular body, this half giant wears little more than a set of ragged, patched-up, beige trousers, and carries little more than a large, crude wooden cudgel. Long, knotted, brown hair falls over his bare shoulders, and his whole body has an obvious dark tan. The various browns, though they may appear drab, only draw attention to his sparkling, bright blue eyes.

Temperament: Should you talk to Xssar, you will note that his common isn't brilliant, yet he is far from stupid, although he can be naive at times. He is generally friendly and generous, but will try to avoid anyone he 'doesn't like the look of'. Though he is a barbarian, he is opposed to fighting and will only do so to protect his own life or the life of a friend.

Backstory: Born into a desert clan, Xssar was brought up in the usual ways, taught how to survive in the desert - hunting, fishing, tracking, finding sources of water, and, most importantly, fighting. Although he did his very best to learn, he was always wary of sparring against others in his clan, which placed him as a bit of a social outcast. When it came to the time of his manhood, he was challenged to kill a small caravan settlement of humans, but he found he was unable to comply with the task. For this, his clan kicked him out, and he was chased from the desert lands. From then on, he has traveled from place to place, hoping to find somewhere to settle, which eventually brought him to the Town.



Name: Malys
Race: Trapped Soul (previously human)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Psion
Speech (or rather thought): Italic Spring Green (#00FF7F)

Appearance: You come across a rather dull-looking box. It is made of a pale wood, pine perhaps, and sealed with two identical locks which, rather than having keyholes in, bear two shallow dents. Flowing carved lines can be made out on closer inspection. Other than that, the box seems mostly unremarkable.

Temperament: If you touch the box with your bare hands, then it seemingly comes to life. A pallid greenish glow disseminates from the casket, and you will find it can levitate by its own will. Once touched, the being inside, called Malys, will immediately engage in psychic conversation. His thought has a faint, fearful, timid, vulnerable tone to it, and his persistent begging is hard to get out of your head. It takes magic or for Malys to be completely ignored to quell the link between your mind and his

Backstory: Malys used to live in Town many centuries ago. He was brought up in a rich family, with a brother called Gelwyn, but Malys was always the favourite of both their parents and his peers. Gelwyn hated Malys for this, and in the end, once the two brothers left home, Gelwyn murdered Malys. However, Malys was brought back by his parents, and Gelwyn was exposed. In a final act of vengeance (before his death soon afterwards), Gelwyn, having been trained as a powerful wizard, trapped Malys' soul in a ordinary box, sealed it with two key-like instruments, artifacts he created himself, and hid the box underground, in the hope that it would never be found and Malys would have to live an eternity in nothingness. The box was eventually found by a boy - a poor peasant orphan who had resorted to grave-robbing - who dug it up whilst on a raid. Malys begged the boy to help, but the boy was afraid of Malys in his box and tried to rid himself of it, but could never get the voice out of his head. Then, he managed to completely ignore it, brought some gloves with what little money he had, took the box and abandoned it in Trog's.

[KerfuffleMach2]

((This edit is long overdue. All changes relate to an animation series I am working on with a friend. Semaj will also be in this series.))

I like smacking things.
So we have seen.
Shut up.

Name: Zaydon Hau
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 28
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair: Brown, fluffed out
Eyes: Brown, yellow when enraged

Looks

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He is very tall and skinny, standing at about 6' 3". His hair looks like he was hit by lightning. Tends to wear long pants and long sleeve shirts, to make it easier to hide his knives. He wears very large hiking boots. He has two different gloves on. His right hand is covered by a very large leather work glove. This gives him a better grip on his sword. His left hand is covered by a thin 3/4 length glove. This gives him extra grip on his palm, but still allows him to use his fingertips when necessary.

Equipment

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110 gold, 20ft of rope, black travelling cloak, compass, several empty bottles for healing potions and such, some healing herbs, amulet given to him by his mother, binoculars, water skin, bread, small notebook for keeping track of things he finds interesting, a few pens and pencils, a couple bottles of beer, large backpack to carry stuff, a mysterious harp he obtained from a random encounter with a corn golem

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A set of throwing knives that seems to never run out, and are specially designed, a large pocket knife, and a broadsword with a lightning spirit trapped within.

The trowing knives are hidden everywhere, so he can throw them from any position. He is extremely fast at the knives, able to throw them before most people will even notice he moved.

The sword sort of resembles a cross between a broadsword and a buster sword. The longer edge is serrated.

He doesn't have a sheath for the sword. Instead, he has a metal plate strapped to his back, and he magnetically attaches the sword to it.

Personality

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He is the type of guy that loves to take charge of anything. He laughs easy and is a prankster. He is a loud talker. Likes showing off. He has a very high tolerance for poison, and he heals very quickly. He people skills are not that great, but he is always ready to talk to someone new.

He is lightning base, giving him many electric and magnetic abilities.

The sword is an item that he obtained from his father, before he started his life of crime. It is the only thing he has of his father's. He knows that the sword has magical properties, and that it increases his lightning magic. He also knows that a lightning spirit lives inside the sword, named Ysta, and he can transfer his power into him. When Zaydon becomes enraged, the spirit is able to travel into his body, controlling him. This can be dangerous, as his body becomes filled with electrical energy. The process causes electrical discharges, which travel through the ground in circles around, damaging anybody within ten feet of him.

Also, when he gets knocked unconscious while holding the sword, Ysta can take full control over Zaydon's body, brining him to near full power.

The two will be able to communicate telepathically. Ysta will speak in orange, because the yellow doesn't show up good enough. Only Zaydon, and some deities/spirits will be able to hear Ysta.

Having traveled a lot, and having been shunned almost as much, he spent much of his time in the wilderness. As such, he is well learned in the ways of wilderness survival. He also has pretty good knowledge of herbs and such.

Backstory

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Working on a newer one. Should be up soon.

Common Knowledge

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Um...he likes Funyuns. Or, he would, if he even got any.

Opie

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Opie is a blue ferret that is now Zaydon's pet. He is intelligent, but he can't speak. At least, he can't speak common. Anybody who can communicate with animals or telepathically would be able to talk with him. Otherwise, he just squeaks. He will talk in this color, since he's a blue ferret.

Opie is very hyper and curious. When bored, he will run around. A lot. He doesn't do any fighting, except maybe some defensive biting.

He is pretty in tune with how people are feeling, and will snuggle anyone who's sad.

Zaydon got him from Kigg.

Ongoing storyline: He was heading North through a mountain range when he spotted The Town to the East. He looked into his bag and saw he was running low on provisions, so he decided to stop by.

Current status: At the Dancing Fox Inn.

[Nightwing]

I bet Paul bloods a better knife thrower!

[Metis]

Name: Deme
Race: Human
Age: Unknown
Alignment: Unknown (it apparently changes at random)
Class: Cleric?

Equipment: Deme only has his robes, a blindfold, and a holy symbol.

Backstory: Unknown.

Notes:
-Deme has access to many more skills than just divine magic depending on the situation. He is granted power by his faith according to the situation, allowing him to always have a chance of victory.
-Deme doesn't appear to have a specific goal or faith... he just does what seems right, while arguing he follows the will of his god, who he refuses to name.

[Me.]

Name:Li-Cheng
Race:Human
Alignment:Neutral Good
Class:Ninja/Mage
Age:27
Weight:210
Height:6'4"
Hair:Shoulder-length and coal black
Eyes:A deep brown

Looks:He is very tall and skinny.His hair is veiled behind his hood which he usually keeps up.His face is often hidden behind a wooden mask with an odd wind symbol in it that he tends to wear.He also wears long black pants as well as black robes, and a black leather utility belt.On his hands black leather half-gloves and on his feet black ninja shoes.


Equipment:Long black traveling cloak that he often wears, some empty bottles, a small cauldron and mixing spoon, a couple of magical herbs and potion ingredients, some guide books and field guides { A guide to creatures, a martial arts guide, a guide to magical herbs and what they do, etc...}, a black Ink Stick and Stone, a wolf-hair brush and a goat-hair brush, a few bare scrolls to record any interesting things, a water skin and some rations, also 300 gold, and 25ft of rope. All in a nice ,dark blue, drawstring backpack which when an object or item enters ,no matter what the original size, it will shrink down to about the size of a pea and it can only be opened by it's owner.


Weapons:A bow staff embedded with wind powers, 5 Kunai, a pack of 100 sen bo, a pack of 50 shurikens, a pack of 100 smoke bombs, and a fan that knives can come out of and it never runs out of knives.

He usually carries the staff in his hand like a walking stick. The sen bo, shurikens, and smoke bombs are in separate compartments in his belt. His Kunai are in a small pouch that is strapped to his calf and his fan is in a small pouch strapped the calf on his other leg.

Personality:He is very serious and often very secretive, but he loves a good laugh as much as the next guy and often doesn't take sides in fights but instead tries to find a solution everyone can agree on.

Backstory:He has traveled from the Dragon Temple in th Golden City, a place few know about, and is trying to find a place to live.

Along his travels he has met many friends and ventured to many places.

He hopes to learn the secret to the fan. For, among his travels while in an Elven village, he was in an alleyway when an old elf handed him the fan without a word then disappeared. He guessed the fan was elf magic but now he's having second thoughts.

Common Knowledge: His father, Li-Shung,is a famous and well respected ninja and his grandpa, Li-Zhu,used to be a famous ninja, though now he is instead a great ninja trainer and runs the Dragon Temple.

Unknown: Even Li himself does not know he is the great grandson of the wind god, Alandiel.

[KerfuffleMach2]

((Well, just like Zaydon, I am making changes to Semaj. Again, the explanation why is a little long, so if you want to know, just PM me.))

Why are you bothering me?

Name: Semaj Niarol
Race: Elven
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Assassin
Age: 25
Weight: 175 lbs.
Height: 6'
Hair: Black, sleeked back, about shoulder length. A small amount of it hangs, covering his right eye.
Eyes: Pitch black. You cannot tell where the iris ends and the pupil begins


Looks

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He tends to wear black clothing. He usually wears a cloak with the hood pulled up. He has small boots and black leather gloves.

He almost always has the hood over his face, so it is hard to tell his mood. He speaks in the same voice, whether he is pissed or elated. His voice is a little low, and he speaks with an almost mocking tone. His eyes are slightly slanted and very sharp. He has a slightly pointed face, and combined with his pointed ears, his head seems strangely shaped. His face is also mostly covered by bandages, which hide everything but his eyes.

The reason for the hood and bandages is because of the horrible scaring across his face. It was obtained during the raid on his village. The largest one starts at the left corner of his forehead, travels across his left eye, over the bridge of his nose, then curves downward a little and ends at the right side of his jawline. He also has a few burn marks around the sides of his face, but the huge scar is most predominate. His whole body has scars and burn marks on it, which is why he always wears long clothes and gloves. The scarring and burns caused nerve damage. Therefore, he cannot feel anything physical. That means no pain, temperature, texture, or pressure.

Equipment

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Several knives, a backpack.

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He has two revolvers that don't look very much like revolvers. His ammo for them are on specially designed bands that are strapped to his forearm. Each band holds forty-two rounds, giving him a total of ninety-six shots, including the rounds already in the guns.

He keeps his ammo like this because of the way he loads his guns. Basically, all he has to do is get the chamber out and spinning, and then his shadow abilities load the rounds into the guns for him. This also keeps all of his ammo hidden, so you don't quite know how much he has.

The knife collection is as follows:
a machete
serrated hunting knife
folding utility knife
butterfly knife
five throwing knives
switchblade knife
small pocketknife

He is an extremely good shot with his guns. Can out shoot most people.

Personality

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He loves strategy. Every job he takes is well thought out and planned out. He usually takes two weeks just for planning, then another week for setup. And he has never missed a target.

He is a loner. Usually keeps to himself, and will only talk to someone if he needs something.

He loves watching people, observing them, trying to figure out what makes them snap.

He is quick tempered. He tends to become very aggressive in arguments, and quickly.

Also a little paranoid, so he tends to avoid any kind of authority figure.

Abilities

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He can move shadows. Any shadow, unless that shadow has control over itself.

He can use shadows for transportation. All he has to do is touch a shadow, and he can move through it. He can also move other things through the shadows.

He can hide himself completely in the shadows as well.

Backstory

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He comes from a village that was considered one of the safest in the world. He never had any threats. Then, when he was 7, the village was raided. He got carried off and taken with the group. He was raised by the raiders. It was here that he developed his shooting skills, rather fast.

The group called themselves Kuroko, which is Japanese for "men in black". They prided themselves in stealth and hiding. They weren't ninjas, but they did learn many ninja techniques. They always wore black cloaks with the hoods up.

He had heard stories through them, of other raiders that were a part of that group. Most had died whilst in the group, but one he heard of often had left the group for his own purposes. As much as he hated the raiders, he loved these stories. Especially the tales of the greatest of the group. He never heard what happened to that man. He has a slight desire to find what happened to him. He only has the mans last name to go by. Hau.

When he was 15, he left the raiders, after killing many of the higher ranked ones, including his mentor, who happened to be the leader, with the sniper rifle that they gave him. He hates society. Hates the law. It wasn't able to save his village, so why should he follow it? He ended up taking jobs as an assassin, which moved him around a lot.

Common knowledge

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Being a great assassin, not much is known about him by the general public. Only assassins will have heard of him. And even they don't know much about him. He has earned the nickname "Shadow", due to the fact that he can hide in the shadows quite well, and has never been caught.

Current status: Nothing.

[MrEdwardNigma]

MrEdwardNigma

Stats and Description
He's a somewhat mean looking wizard clad in purple robes with a couple of questionmarks drawn on them. He weard a questionmark shaped golden wand. There's nothing particularly interesting about his looks.

Backstory
Fox thought it would be amusing to have a wizard summon riddles during one of their game shows for the contestants to answer. It turns out it wasn't. Something went wrong when the wizard accidently conjured up the ultimate question and one of the contestants dared to answer 42, having misunderstood the quetion for "How much is two times 21". Horrible pain ensued for pretty much everyone, the wizard went completely mad, and worse even, the show was cancelled.

Common Knowledge
He ask people riddles. Usually pretty stupid riddles that are either too easy to answer, impossible to answer, or much too hard to answer. He also cooks one hell of a casserole.

[Almighty Salmon]

Leo Arathor

Description
He wears pink and purple leather armour, and has quite large pink shoulder pads for protection. He also carrys around a golden and pink enchanted staff that has been passed down in his family to him. Leo will often appear in random places in a puff of smoke.

Backstory
Leo is.. special. All his life he's always been different than everyone else he knew. He will often say and do very random things and will talk in riddles alot. He grew up with a rich family and was spoiled throughout his childhood, he has now left his home and family to come to the town in search of adventure and beer.